#I know it’s an obvious call out but URGH

[kazzyboy]

Thinking about how Jean calls Neil by Nathaniel until,

“It was a good game.”

“Yes,” Neil Josten said, with a smile in his voice. “It was, wasn’t it?”

And that’s when Jean finally lets his forever partner go

[kingconia]

VICE HOUSEWARDENS WITH MC, WHO IS BLIND, BUT, SOMEHOW, FEELS AND KNOWS EVERYTHING

warning: Ortho is excluded for an obvious reason, and I consider Ruggie to be a vice.

Trey Clover. ❤️

— Trey is absolutely surprised, when he sees you for the first time. It is not like he had never seen a blind person before, but there is something alarming in a fact, that a student without magic and sight, is left all alone in the NRC;

— He might be a little awkward around you, but he is still respects you, and will never points out at your possible insecurity. Hits Ace a few times, when he openly reminds you about being blind;

— ...When he finds out that you are not helpless, and in fact might be more attentive than all of them, he is speechless.

•

Trey glances over his shoulder, instantly finding you in the havoc that first-years had made in his kitchen. He has no trust in this kids, and it is quite dangerous place for you. So, he tries to look up for you wordlessly.

”Ace,” he calls for a redhead boy, sighing, when he almost drops a bowl with flour on the ground, ”pass me a few apples, would you? They should be somewhere here.”

Ace smiles at him crookedly as he starts walk around, squinting, while trying to find mentioned apples.

”Eh... Where are they?”

Trey turns, planning to guide him himself, when you are suddenly raising your cane, the tip of it moving in the direction of a basket with red apples.

”Ace, I think, they should be here,” you remark softly.

Neither Ace nor Deuce find anything extraordinary in your act, which makes Trey realise that it must be not the first time you do so. But he is astonished!

He examines you once again, and as he stares right in your colourless eyes that almost never blink, Trey is sure: you don't see anything. That it is not a lie.

...Perhaps, you are not without a magic as others think you are?

Ruggie Bucchi. 💛

— Alright, I am sorry, but Ruggie doesn't give a fuck if you are blind. It is not about bullying—he wouldn't do that—but he will not try to pamper with you either;

— And as soon as he realises that you, in fact, are highly aware of everything around you, Ruggie is even more comfortable around you;

— But! Your instincts are reminding him of beastmen—he had seen a few of them, who were just as blind as you, and you act suspiciously a lot like them—and so, he starts having a very strange theories about you.

•

Ruggie holds his breath, and as his back straightens, he is ready for attack.

In his homeland, he is considered to be one of the most dangerous beasts, a natural predator. He knows how to stalk his prey, how to stay out of its sight, and how to bring food back home. So, of course, watching after you, shouldn't be a—

”I know you are hiding on the tree, Ruggie.”

Urgh. Just how you always know where he is?

Here you are, sitting on the bench under this tree. And Ruggie, who stands atop of it, too high to be heard, shouldn't be noticeable even for a usual humans. Even he made a sound—but he didn't!—how could you say that it is him? Unless, you are feeling his scent, just like a beastman would...

Ruggie keeps his silent. Maybe, it would be easier to trick you this way, and then...

”Ouch!”

Almost when he touched your shoulder, you easily hit him with your cane.

”Ruggie,” you sigh. ”I thought, you are better than his.”

Rubbing his hand, he can only murmur a quiet:

”Sorry.”

...His belief that you might be half-beastman are getting more and more rational with each passing day.

Jade Leech. 🩵

— Jade is somewhere between acting all gentlemen around you, and searching for a way to use your disability in his advantage. Nothing personal, though;

— When he realises that his calculations are completely wrong, and you are not so easy to crack, Jade is impressed. What a good challenge you are;

— Jade might get an idea that, perhaps, you are lying to everyone... And if so, he is about to catch you on this lie.

•

”Remind me, please... Had you been sightless from the very young age?” Jade asks casually, pouring tea in your cap; for a third time in this morning.

You nod with a gratitude, and your hand easily moves to your right, where the pot with sugar is located. Jade told you where it is, when you first started having a breakfast together.

”I had been born this way, yes.”

As you put one cube in your tea, Jade hastily moves the pot to an opposite side of the table. Waiting. His eyes pierces in yours, trying to notice some strange signs. Anything.

”How complicated it must be.”

There is always a possibility that you just have those colourless eyes, which helps you to lie to other. Perhaps, you are as mischievous as he is, after all.

”Well. I think, it would be harder if I lost my sight earlier in life,” you smile.

Your hand flawlessly moves to the new location of the sugar. Jade hums in the disappointment.

...Once you will crack.

Jamil Viper. 🧡

— When he hears about you for the first time, he can't help but huff about how irresponsible headmaster is, if he allows you to walk around these dangers so easily;

— Much later, he becomes your close friend, and with that, he finds out about your talent. Jamil had never seen such things before, he thinks you are a miracle;

— But he will accept it without any side thoughts. He trusts you, and overall, Jamil is simply glad that you are not as enamoured in this world as he first thought you are.

•

Jamil knows you are coming from a ringing knock of your cane in the corridor. And, so, he rushes to the doors, opening it widely, still with apron around his waist.

”Good afternoon, Y/n.”

”Hello, Jamil,” you hum, slowly stepping in.

It is a secret for Jamil why some of his classmates are thinking that you are lying about your blindness—or use a secret magic for moving around—when a little evidences of it are always here.

He can say it from the way you never make sharp on inaccurate movements—he had only seen you running with Grim on your hands—and move slowly, though, gracefully. Or how you relay a lot on you cane.

”I had prepared a few pastries for you,” he exclaims quietly. ”From the Scalding Sands.”

You might be independent, but Jamil still thinks you struggling sometimes.

”I can smell that,” you smile. ”Thank you.”

But it is not a problem. He will make sure to help you from time to time.

Rook Hunt. 💜

— Oh! Oh! Rook can't hide his curiousity when he hears stories about you;

— As someone, who relays a lot on his senses and instincts, Rook fully understands what helps you through your blindness;

— So, if anything, he thinks you are a lot alike! Rook constantly helps you to develop and sharpen your senses by taking you on walks around the forest, or asking about what you feel in certain rooms.

•

”Incroyable!” Rook sighs out delightfully, eyes sparkling as he stares at you. ”You are such a talented person, ma flèche!”

Another little laugh escapes your lips, and Rook can't help but feel proud of how happy you are about these dates of yours.

He wants you to feel equal with others, but even more, he desires for you to know how much better you are, than the most.

”Ah, you are flattering me, Rook,” with a free from a cane hand, you rush to wave him off. Then, you frown suddenly, tilting your head on the right. ”Ah... I think there is another bird, Rook. Behind you, on the left.”

As soon as you warn him about it, Rook swiftly turns on the told direction. A mere second and arrow flies past you, hitting a target easily.

”Parfait!” He praises you again. ”You notice things even quicker than I do!”

As your cheeks blush furiously, Rook only smirks.

If you only know how special you are!

Lilia Vanrouge. 💚

— Lilia is a war veteran, so, he is not surprised by your abilities. He had seen a lot of his old comrades losing their sight in the battle, and slowly learning to live with consequences of that;

— But, he finds it impressing either way. Especially, considering that you are just a mortal. It is fascinating how strong and brave your kind can be;

— And, Lilia loves how you are always aware of his presence, never being scared of his sudden appearances, like others usually do. It is rewarding!

•

”Ah, aren't we going to be late?” Cater sighs, shifting from one leg to another, while scrolling through the Magicam. ”That's ridiculous.”

You hum, pressing your shoulder to the wall, yawning.

”Why are we even waiting?”

”What do you mean why?” Cater frowns. ”We can't go without Lilia... And I don't know where he is, but dude is really late.”

It is your turn to frown now.

”Cater, Lilia had been here for another five minutes,” you say. ”Just look up.”

Cater is suspicious at first, but then, as he does what you told him to do, a terrified help escapes his chest. Lilia is, indeed, here. Hanging from the ceiling, smiling cryptidly.

”Hello, love,” he flashes a smile at you. ”And hello there, Cater.”

”Hi, dear,” you wave at him. ”Well... Can we, please, go now?”

Cater sighs. His face is still pale, when he hisses out:

”You both of you are awful. Period.”

Lilia only chuckles at that. Well, aren't you just a perfect match?

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 23 - Footjob]

Pairing: needy sub!Namjoon x  service Domme!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU

Kinks: foot massage with oil, using oil as lube, footjob, dirty talk, praise, loving degradation (my needy boy), he kneels for her, he wears glasses & a jumper do with this information what you want, he cums on her feet, cunnilingus, cuddly aftercare

Wordcount: 3.2k

a/n: so uhm i didn’t have a good day when i wrote this and i hope you guys can’t notice it fjsdafjsa anyway, why is sub!joon the hottest thing ever? i might need to take a walk tbfh

You didn’t have the best day. One of your co-workers is a jealous, passive aggressive woman and she more often than not pisses you off. Today was such a day. If you weren’t so civilised, you would call her the rudest names. But you are civilised and so you are left brooding in your own soup of annoyance.

Still boiling in it, you call out for your long-term partner as you take off your outdoor clothes.

“Baby, I’m home!”

“Living room!”

The sound of his voice already cheers you up a lot. You cannot wait to see him and tell him all about this annoying human. You leave your bag on the dresser in the hallways, washing your hands in the toilet sink as you pass it on your way to Namjoon.

Once finally cleaned of the day and the dirty outside, you hurry straight to your love. He has some jazz music playing quietly and scented candles burning.

Like on most days, Namjoon relaxes on the couch with a book in his hands. He looks at you over the brim of his glasses. His dark hair is styled into a handsome side-part today and he is wearing an ivory jumper with baggy jeans.

“Oh no, was she being annoying again?” he asks, lowering the book.

“Is it that obvious?” 

“To me it is.” He puts the book aside and opens his arms. “Tell me everything.”

“She is so fucking annoying, you have no idea. I could actually just punch her one day. Maybe I’ll do it…”, you begin ranting, settling into his arms. 

Namjoon listens to you intently, talking whenever necessary and reacting in shock or disgust whenever it is appropriate. By the time you are finally finished, you feel lighter in your chest. 

You rest your head on his strong chest, caressing his stomach gently. The music sways you into a state of tranquillity, his loving touches do the rest. His pulse is so relaxing to listen to, making you forget all about your day. He also smells so good.

“This just helped me so intensely, you have no idea”, you whisper into the silence.

“That’s good to hear”, he says, kissing the crown of your head. His voice is so, so, so nice to listen to when you have your ear against his chest. He is like your very own relaxation helper.

“And what about you? How was your day? I came home and started yapping”, you say, craning your neck to look at his face.

“That’s alright. I’m always here to listen. I had a good day. I drove my bike along Han River, went to an exhibition and then read. I’ve been lost in this book ever since I came home.”

You chuckle, “that sounds like a perfect day for you. I’m happy to hear that you had a good day.” 

He leans in to kiss your lips. You kiss him back with a smile. You end the affection with a soft rub to his cheek, gazing at him.

“My day’s good too now that I’m home. You’re so handsome, my darling.”

He smiles with his eyes, “you’re beautiful too, darling. I love this skirt on you.”

“Yeah? I kinda regret wearing it.”

“Why?”

“The shoes I wore to it were uncomfortable. My feet are aching like crazy. Urgh, I need to throw out these damned shoes. They’re always making my feet hurt.”

“Should I take care of it?” 

“What? Throwing out my shoes?”

“No. Giving you a massage.”

You grin, “is it gonna end in you begging me to step on you again?”

He laughs deeply, “in my defence, it’s not my fault that you have sexy feet. And that was one time.”

“Lies. You almost do this every time you massage my feet.”

“Yeah, well…” he doesn’t know what to say to that, looking caught in a lie.

You chuckle, “you’re lucky that you’re so cute. Otherwise I would curse at you for being a horndog.”

He lowers his eyes shyly, showing off his dimples in a big grin. You tilt his head back up, making him look at you. His eyes carry a certain sparkle in them, which they only get when he is with you. It is devoted and submissive.

“Yes, you can massage my feet. Including all the consequences. If you insinuated what I’m thinking you did.”

Namjoon gulps, licking his lips after. He nods his head, whispering his words. “Yeah, I was insinuating that.”

“Good, then get on with it”, you taunt, kissing his lips.

Namjoon kisses you back with a soft moan, sitting up for it to get closer to you. You allow him the heaven for a little while before breaking away. He whines softly, chasing you but you don’t allow him more. This is exactly what you wanted to happen. Give him a taste of paradise only to break away and make him hungry for more.

“Go on, be a good boy”, you order.

“Yes, ma’am”, he says and stumbles off the couch to get the oil. 

Today will not be the first time Namjoon massages your feet and it is definitely not the first time you make something sexy out of it. Your teasing was not just teasing, it was the truth. There were many occasions where you and he ended up having sex from a foot massage. Sometimes it ends in him wanting to be stepped on while you call him your needy slut. Sometimes it ends in him kissing your feet and promising his undivided devotion forever. And sometimes it ends in you jerking him off with your feet until he releases all over you.

It is so much fun to do and it is a fairly new kink you and he discovered.

The awesome thing about being long-term partners is that you are with each other when you change and rediscover yourselves. Namjoon didn’t always have a kink for feet, neither did you. It is a recent discovery you made together one night. Namjoon was kneeling in front of you, begging to eat your pussy, when you decided to trace his cock with your foot. It turned him on so much, which turned you on in return. You and he haven’t been the same ever since, including the kink in your sex life from time to time. 

You can’t wait to feel it tonight. And Namjoon seems to share your feelings as he almost stumbles over his own feet when he hurries back to you.

“Careful, don’t break something now.”

“I’m so excited, you have no idea.”

“I can’t tell at all”, you tease sarcastically.

He falls to his knees in front of you, fumbling to open the oil bottle.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Hm?”

You lift your right foot and place it against his chest. Namjoon inhales sharply, having to gulp as you dance your foot down his torso.

“I’m still wearing my stockings.”

“Oh? Right. Sorry.”

He takes them off carefully, folding them neatly before placing them to the side.

You put one of your feet on his thigh and the other you rub on his chest again.

“Now get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Namjoon finally opens the oil bottle, pouring some of it into the palm of his hands. He rubs them together, warming the oil this way. Once he seems happy with it, he meets your eyes.

You instantly understand, placing your foot into his hands. You relax back, lowering your lids halfway in a playful yet tranquil manner.  

Namjoon instantly gets to work, moving his skilled fingers along the aches and tensions in your foot. He wants to do a good job. It might end in sex later, but Namjoon will be damned if he didn’t make sure that your feet actually stopped aching. This is supposed to help you first and be something sexy second. 

“That’s amazing, Joonie. You’re doing such a good job”, you praise. 

“Is there a spot which hurts most?”

“Just the middle of my sole. It feels so sore.”

Namjoon glides his fingers to it and tries to relax it with eager circles and pressure.

“Yes, right there. Mhhhhm so good”, you gush, closing your eyes and rolling your head back. 

Namjoon shifts a little because of your reaction. The noises you make are so sexy to him. He knows not to act up yet however, working hard to relax your foot instead. 

Once he is done with your right foot, he repeats what he did on your left foot. He spreads the oil first, starting off on your ankles and making his way to your toes. He lingers on the spots which seem  sore and tense, helping you to complete relaxation like this. 

“Ma’am?”

“Are you finished?”

“Yes, I-”

“No, you’re not. Massage my calves as well”, you order and put your feet on his thighs, dangerously close to his cock. 

Namjoon inhales sharply, watching with a dizzy head how you smirk to yourself. He gulps. You are doing this on purpose. 

“Yes, ma'am”, he croaks. He covers his hands in more oil and begins the massage.

“There we go, such a good boy”, you purr, parting your legs. 

You make him dizzy. Everything about this is starting to turn him on. Your praise, your voice, your open legs and your feet on his thighs. Judging by the faint smirk still present on your lips, this stopped being innocent relaxation for you as well.

He is allowed to be turned on by it. Namjoon cannot control the voices anymore and so he lowers his head to your inner thigh to kiss you in devotion. 

“Huh?” you gasp and lift your head. A chuckle leaves you. “Now, what are you doing here?” 

Namjoon lifts his head, grasping your ankles desperately.

“I can’t think straight anymore. Please I…please.”

The smirk grows, your eyes flicker playfully. You straighten up.

“Then take off your pants, will you?”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am”, he stutters and gets out of them, working as quickly as possible to slip out of his jeans. 

He stands up for it but instantly falls to his knees again once bared. You wave him closer with a wiggle of your finger.

“There we go. Look at how hard you already are”, you taunt, rubbing your feet up and down his thighs. 

His cock twitches each time you come close to it. 

“Please.”

His begs satisfy you and so you lift your feet to fulfil his wish.

You put them on each side of his cock, meeting his eyes. He is breathing so heavily, pupils widened.

“Go ahead now, cover them in oil.”

“Yes, ma’am”, Namjoon obeys, biting his lower lip at the feeling of oil trickling down his cock. It is so cold in comparison to your warm soles.

You begin moving as he still pours the oil, forcing him to twitch and accidentally spill more than necessary.

“What a needy boy. That’s enough”, you say, chuckling fondly.

Namjoon places the bottle aside and instantly grips the rug, rolling his head back. A deep moan slips off his tongue, letting you know just how good it feels for him.

It feels amazing for you as well. His cock is really hot to the touch, a clear indicator of his desperation. It is also so soft and fragile. One wrong movement and you could squeeze him painfully. The power you have over him and the trust he puts into you is making you delirious. You switch your eyes between his blissed out face and the view of your feet.

The oil made them messy and allows them to glisten in the candle light. Each time you move them down to his base, his flushed cockhead appears between them, looking wetter and wetter each time you do.

You can’t do a lot of variations of the movement because the position limits it, but that’s alright for you. This is the perfect way to jerk off his cock. You can see everything. His meaty thighs tensing and twitching each time you rub your feet on his tip, his stomach and chest flexing and flinching each time you drag your feet down his veiny shaft and his blissed out face changing and contorting in pleasure.

“You look so handsome like this, darling. Kneeling for me is really your best look”, you coo, rubbing your feet back and forth on his tip. You can squeeze it gently like this, watching in delight how it moves between your feet.

Namjoon answers you with the sweetest moans, arching his back as best as possible. He loves it when he kneels for you. Everything about it is perfect to him. The loss of power, how small he suddenly is, the fact that he can look up at you and that you look down at him in return, the total surrender of control. He is completely and totally in the palms of your hands when he kneels and there is nothing sweeter to him. Although, palms of your hands might be wrong choice of words today. He is very much in the soles of your feet and it makes him want to pray to your name.

Maybe he does. Maybe he moans your name with such submission that you have to moan as well.

“Why are you praying to my name like that, mhm? Is it the kneeling or how I’m playing with your pretty cock?” you taunt, applying a little more pressure just to tease.

“Both”, Namjoon croaks, leaking all over your toes. It is so warm and slick, making it easier to please him.

“Both, I see. You’re such a needy boy then, aren’t you?”

“Yes, needy. Your needy boy.”

“My needy boy?”

Namjoon nods his head vigorously, bucking his hips up against his will. He keeps doing it, chasing the pleasure your feet give him. You let him, watching him with widened eyes and a tingling stomach.

“I see. My needy boy.”

“___”, Namjoon croaks, thighs trembling especially aggressively.

He rolls his head to the front and opens his eyes, instantly moaning loudly at the view. He knew that it would look sexy, because it feels so good, but it’s better than he imagined it to be. Your feet are so wet and oily and beautiful and perfect and beautiful and… his brain keeps repeating the same words, going foggy at the same time. The movements are suddenly so much more clearer to feel, seeping into his fibres deeper than before. He twists the rug as best as possible and moves his hips with more vigour.

“Does this feel good to you, darling?”

“Yes, so good. It’s insane”, he moans, following it up with the sweetest noises.

You match his sounds, keeping your feet still to allow him movement. He is chasing his orgasm. You know that he is because of how eager his hips twitch into your hold. He is basically rutting into you, using your slippery feet for pleasure. His dark hair hangs messily into his face and his glasses slipped down the slope of his button nose. He must be really hot in his jumper because his neck is slightly sweaty and his tanned skin flushed.

The part most flushed however is his cock. Hard and throbbing and so, so red it leaks just for you. And that means something with Namjoon because his cock is normally a pretty tan colour as well. This is feeling really good to him for his cock to flush that much.

“I, I don’t know if can- ah uhm, woah, I can…mhmm fuck. Fuck, I don’t know”, he is stuttering, changing between rasping and whimpering the words. How wonderful he is when he loses control over his voice.

“Whenever you need to, darling. I’m right here”, you encourage him, rubbing your feet back and forth.

“Shit! ___!” he yelps, losing the fight against pleasure. He gasps, grinds his teeth and growls, cock finally spurting all over your feet in a messy, hot orgasm.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me, such a good boy. My needy boy, cum all over my feet, you messy boy”, you talk him through it, feeling dizzy at the sexy view. This is getting you off as if you were the one having an orgasm right now.

Namjoon finishes after five aggressive thrusts of his hips, flinching back and therefore releasing his sensitive cock from your feet.

“Fuck, that was intense”, he presses out, holding your ankles. He is breathing heavily, head rolled back and mouth agape. His chest heaves up and down quickly, stretching the material of the jumper.

You kind of just enjoy the moment, gazing at him and thinking to yourself that he is the hottest man to ever exist.

“You’re a fucking goddess”, he gets out, making you chuckle.

“You’re a needy boy.”

“Mhm, I am. I bloody am”, he agrees and purrs, rolling his head to the front lazily. He gives you a tired yet happy smile, lifting your feet to his lips afterwards to lick the cum off them.

“What the heck? Oh my god, that’s hot”, you gasp, dropping into the pillow naturally. He made you lose balance, but you don’t mind. What he is doing right now is the hottest thing he ever did.

Namjoon purrs and slurps happily until your feet are squeaky clean. His hunger still remains however and so he puts your legs on his shoulders and licks sloppy paths up your inner thighs. Your breath speeds up more and more the closer to your pussy he gets.

He disappears under your skirt. Your knees are now bending over his back.

“My goddess”, he lulls, tugging your panties to the side and connecting his tongue with your wet pussy.

“Joon!” you yelp, arching your back. “Holy fuck!”

Namjoon purrs, thanking you for the pleasure with skilled laps of his tongue. He would never dare to take an orgasm from you without giving you one in return. You are his everything, the reason why he breathes. Your pleasure is so important to him that it would feel wrong not to eat you out right now. You are so wet and soft and swollen. Just imaging that he could have left you in such a state makes Namjoon angry. He pulls you closer with his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, using his plumb lips to rub your sensitive pussy.

“Wow, what the fuck?” you get out, squirming from side to side and arching your back. You do these two movements alternatively, unable to decide on which one you love more.

You won’t last long anymore, but that was never your goal. You want to fucking orgasm like he wanted his’. The day was long, it was stressful and annoying and this orgasm would make all of it go away. There is no better way than to truly leave the day behind than climaxing on Namjoon’s skilled tongue.

And you do, oh you fucking do.

“I’m cumming, darling”, you moan, feeding him your orgasm a second later.

Namjoon eats it up happily, moaning with you and keeping his tongue still so you could hump his face until you are satisfied.

“Fuck, this was perfect. God, come here you.”

You pull him from under your skirt after your high died down, kissing him messily and giggling when he falls atop of you clumsily. His glasses are fogged up and tilted to the side, his hair is a mess and his puffy lips taste like you. This is perfect. Everything about this is perfect.

Namjoon would agree, melting into your embrace with a fluttering heart and a tingling stomach.

“Was nice, really nice”, he mumbles.

“Yeah, so nice”, you agree, smiling with him because it is amazing to be together.

[agoodroughandtumble]

Do You Think They Know? - Zoro x Reader

Status: Complete (Part 1 of 5) Summary: A culmination of oneshots ascertaining Reader & Zoro's relationship Warning: SWF - following parts may include 18+, Language, implied smut

1.

To say you enjoyed watching Zoro during his daily work out would be an understatement. But you were only human – were you not supposed to notice when the incredibly attractive shirtless swordsman decided to get hot and sweaty right in front of you?

You bit your lip, trying not to stare quite so overtly at the bead of sweat threatening to make its way down his temple. Alright… maybe you were there deliberately for that very reason. A very, slight, small chance. And no way a thought out process and perfect timing. But Zoro was like clockwork. Which, if you were being honest, made your life a lot easier. It was certainly not a coincidence when you had asked Nami if she wanted to join you on deck to sunbathe. Obviously she was aware of your intention but thankfully was willing to play the fool and allow you to indulge in the “surprise” that Zoro just so happened to be half naked and sweaty as you were setting up the sun-loungers.

You cast a quick glance over in her direction but she didn’t seem to be paying attention – face turned towards the sky and enjoying one of the more peaceful moments aboard the Merry. The wind was gently toying with her hair and you couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious about how relaxed and confident she looked, seemingly without effort. Whereas you were fighting the urge to fight your shorts for the twentieth time in an attempt to look perfectly casual but also hot as fuck. It was a line you had never managed to toe.

“One of these days I’m just going to lock you two in the hold.” Nami said, leaning up slightly to give you a knowing look.

You could feel your cheeks getting warmer. It was certainly no secret that you had certain … inclinations towards Zoro but Nami wasn’t usually so upfront about her knowledge of it. Although your perverted mind was quite enjoying the idea of being locked in small confinement… Urgh. No. “I’m just sunbathing.” You said, relaxing more into your lounger until a thought popped into your head. You turned towards her, eyebrows furrowed, “Wait – what do you mean?”

Nami rolled her eyes. ���Er. The eye fucking. It’s pretty obvious.”

You glared at her. “Yes, I know I am. Has he said anything? Is he … eye fucking?”

Her eyebrows furrowed, lips pressing into the corner of her mouth; giving you a look as if you’d just asked if water was wet. “Yeah, this is a you guys thing.”

You playfully slapped her thigh, “You started this. Least you can do is tell me what to do about it?”

The redhead shrugged, shuffling further into her lounger. “I heard about this cool new thing called “talking”. Maybe try that?”

You rolled your eyes. “I hate you. Do I look alright?”

A smirk crossed her features. “Just talk to him.”

Taking Nami’s advice you tried to casually walk over to him. He was just finishing with his weights, presumably about to start on press-ups. Of course you hadn’t watched his routines enough times by now to find the perfect time to make an appearance. That would be weird. And slightly stalker-ish. It just so happened that yours and Nami’s conversation had come to a natural conclusion and so the opportunity to speak to Zoro had simply fallen into your lap. So Nami could stop looking at you like that.

“Does being shirtless help build muscle?” You asked, cocking your head.

Zoro rolled his eyes, trying to keep the smirk from his face, “Too distracting for you?”

“You wish.” Arms folded against your chest, you continued. “If I wanted to be distracted by an attractive guy I’d go to the kitchen.”

His face hardened a little. “I’d like to see Curly Brows lift something heavier than his ego.”

“Hmm.” Despite Zoro’s obvious irritation, you couldn’t help but push a little further. Besides, it was far too easy to wind Zoro up as soon as Sanji was involved. Practically an open goal. “Well, he must be doing something right to look like that.”

There was a pause. Then the penny dropped. Zoro let out a frustrated grunt. “Did you come over solely to wind me up?”

“Not solely,” a hint of a smirk swept across your features, “But that’s definitely a positive outcome.”

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you towards his chest. You stumbled slightly, letting out a giggle until the muscle wall of his chest made you catch your breath. His eyes were entirely focused on yours. You swallowed. “What did you come over here for then?”

Somehow managing to gain your composure you stepped backwards out of his grip. Maintaining eye contact, fuck, it was hard to have any cerebral activity when he looked at you like that. You steadied yourself. Focus. You shot him a smile, “That would be telling.”

*

It might be the way he loomed over you. It might be the way his body appeared – and felt – like a solid wall of muscle. It might be the way your leg oh so naturally draped over his hips – either way, whenever Zoro asked if you wanted to join him for a nap there was not a single atom in your body that could refuse.

He was always sprawled out – work out trousers and either a vest or shirtless allowing you to sink completely into his warmth (and his arms, although you always tried and failed to notice that part). When you had first started napping together it was purely just for a nap after training. Zoro would be unconscious within seconds and you would lie there staring at him willing, needing him to make any sort of move towards you. So you wouldn’t sleep. You would shift away from him as far as possible, back to back, trying to desperately ignore the few agonizing inches separating your feet from his. Desperately hoping that he was feeling the same way, that he would be the first one to fold. And then he would start snoring.

Not exactly the precursor to making bad decisions.

But. Then.

Because he was an arsehole he would wrap his arms around you. He would bury his face into your neck. He would still snore, so still managing to prevent you from sleeping. But he was there. Intertwining limbs – sometimes practically on top of you whilst being completely oblivious to you lying there and wishing he was doing something, anything.

Or at least anything other than snoring so you could sleep too.

It was during one of these “naps” when Zoro essentially had you in a choke hold and all you could think about was how maybe he could have you in a different sort of choke hold when Robin walked into the cabin, opened her mouth to say something and on making eye contact quickly shut the door again. You let out a frustrated sigh and tried to push Zoro off of you. He was a dead weight. You festered in your embarrassment.

[the-bitter-ocean]

(ACT 3 SPOILERS) Hi everyone! I Wanted to post writing I did for @tealgoat In tales of time au!! For context it’s set around act 3, where Odile reached the end for the first time with a family run. The art I used in this post is made by teal and you can find the links to those drawings individually over here and here! Writing is under the cut:

< You’re here again. >

< But something feels different. >

< You managed to beat the king like always… but this time..>

< This time you had the courage to call your companions your family. >

< You got to understand all of them a little better and in turn that made you all grow closer. >

< Is that what you needed? Is that the solution to the problem? >

< You didn’t think that helping them would amount to anything much, but the story’s outcome changed a little didn’t it? >

< Even if it was small.. you know how important it is. >

< Your father used to tell you that rereading a story allows you to see details you may have not noticed on a first pass. >

< That it can your change your entire perception of the story itself, even. >

< Is this what you needed all along? >

<Your heart feels warm. >

< He used to read you stories like that all the time. >

< Fairytales about love and friendship saving the world. >

< It gave you comfort then.. and it seems it’s giving you comfort now. >

< You’ve talked to everyone.. they all said different lines then the ones you’re used to.>

< With that logic in mind.. then it should be obvious that the Head Housemaiden should say something different. >

=> < Talk to her. >

=> < Don’t talk to her yet.>

=> < Talk to her.>

< You’ve said everything you needed to say to your companions. >

< It’s time for the moment of truth. >

< You approach the Head Housemaiden and greet her. >

< “Hello!” >

< The head Housemaiden smiles at you and waves. >

((“Hello traveling one! Are you done talking to your companions? Yes, wonderful wonderful-“))

< ….?>

((“ I’d like to thank you for accompanying young Mirabelle on the journey. You have my gratitude.”))

((“ Odile, yes? If there’s anything I can do to thank you, please don’t hesitate to let me know!”))

<….?!>

((“I know you will go back on your travels soon but I do hope-”))

<…>

<…… Ah. >

< Of course. >

((“ Just know that no matter what that Dormont will always be open to you! Please come back any…time….”))

((“…!!!! Oh… oh no no no.. oh nonono-“))

< Ahahaha…!>

< You should’ve expected this. >

< Why would whatever happened before change the story’s ending now? >

< Just because you felt loved and safe? Stupid stupid stupid- you should’ve known better! Why did you decide to rely on how you felt instead of looking at the reality of the situation you’re in? >

< You try to breathe. >

((“ Oh Odile! I’m so sorry..!”))

< It’s fine. It’s just the end again. It’s the same. >

((“ I’m so sorry..there’s no way we can stop it now!” ))

< You’ll just be..>

((“- going back! Back when everything started!”))

< You know her lines by heart, now. >

< If you know what happens next…then you can always know how to react and never be disappointed.>

< You’re fine. >

< You’re…>

<| “…? Odile?” |>

<| “Is everything okay?”|>

< You turn your head and look in Siffrin’s direction. >

< He’s staring right at you. >

< You can’t shift your expression fast enough. >

<| “ Odile what’s wrong- “|>

{“ Head Housemaiden, is something the matter?” }

((“ I cant fix it on my own, not before it all ends… if only I noticed it all sooner!”))

[“Huh? What’s happening? ]

(“ Dile?”)

< You can’t move. >

< You’re frozen. >

{ “Madame, what’s-Urgh!”}

[“ Is something happening? The air around us.. it feels like.. AGH!” ]

(“ My head hurts!!!”)

((“ It’s my fault you have to suffer like this…”))

<| “ODILE!!!”|>

[“ M’DAME!!!”]

< They’re all running, reaching towards you..>

(“ Dile come back! Somethings wrong!!!”)

< You have to move. >

{“ MADAME ODILE!!!!”}

< Maybe you can catch Isabeau’s hand if you reach out to him. >

((“I just hope that one day..”))

< You slowly hold your hand out for him to hold. >

< You take a step forward. >

((“ You could learn to forgive-“))

< And you- >

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<You open your eyes, your hand reaching out to nothing. >

< You’re back in the store once more. >

< You grip unto the shelf and take a deep breath. >

< Foolish. >

< You press your fingers against the bridge of your nose and adjust your glasses. >

< You laugh quietly as you can. >

< You truly believed this could work, didn’t you?>

< You really thought helping them all would be the key to your escape! >

< That if you helped them, if you were loved, then surely it had to free you, right? >

< Hahahahaha! >

< That was awfully childish of you! >

< They loved you but it’s not enough to save you! >

< And why would it? When has anything ever been that simple for you? >

< You should know better. >

< Everything was reset back to the beginning. >

< Any character development reversed and undone. As if it never happened at all. >

< Mirabelle is back to feeling out of place because of her identity. >

< Isabeau is still hiding everything about himself, pretending to be something he’s not. >

< Boniface is back to feeling like they’re useless and that they don’t contribute enough to the rest of you. >

< Siffrin won't remember the times you spent together.. back to being scared of you..! >

< And you're back here.. again.. and again .. and again! >

< That's what you get for hoping! That's what you deserve, for being so blinding incompetent and - >

< You slowly look up and glance at the clock. >

< Siffrin will enter the shop soon, won't he? >

<…>

< You need to cut this spiral of yours short then. That’s fine, it’s not like crying ever did you any favors.>

< Focus on the present. >

<The power of friendship didn't work. That’s fine. >

< All you can do is try something else now.>

< You owe it to everyone to keep going. >

< The story isn’t over for you yet. >

| You got a MEMORY OF FAMILY! |

< You'll always remember this. >

| When equipped, Memory of Family doubles everyone's EXP gained in battle, except for yours. |

[aurorangen]

From all the events of those days

Transcript & Bonus:

A neighbour notices the police

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Charlie: [takes selfie with serious face] Got it ehehe. Look at that! Vincent: Wha-…is that you Charlie? Bleurgh this spit. Charlie: The one and only. Yah I'm gonna show this pic to Pam.

[It turned out that morning, the police came to update the case. My dad was confirmed as missing before we moved away and we did all we could to help then. Moreover, the corrupt officers disappeared too and were found working undercover at Gibbs Hill. So 4 people disappeared that year, although not simultaneously]

[There were no leads, so the investigation was closed. It seemed they truly did vanish into thin air. Loads of theories about their whereabouts were formed and whether they were linked. From all the existing evidence, it was concluded they had some connection to my dad…to me. I didn't want to think about it any longer]

[I was so glad Charlie came as well. He's the kind of friend that makes you forget all your worries] Charlie: [plays with Bella the dog] Yo I literally begged Dad to let me come too. I've not seen you in ages! Vincent: I can't believe you're here and it's crazy how long it's been. How are you Charlie?

Charlie: Urgh my cousins are so annoying. They both text me to complain about each other and I'm stuck in the middle, like what do I even say? I can't take sides [shakes head] Anyway, how's life Vince? Vincent: I'm a lot better, the countryside's great. And yeah I met the most amazing girl [talks about Nancy]

Vincent: What about you? [chuckles] I notice you keep real quiet about Pam when I call. Charlie: Mhmm…yeah about Pam…I'm dating her. Vincent: She already told me [gets playfully shoved and they laugh together]

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?: [sees cop car in front of their neighbours] San Myshuno police? [walks to officer] Officer, may I ask why you are here in the quiet countryside? I hope nothing serious has happened to the Wilkinsons. Billy: Ma'am, we're only here to update the family on a missing person case. No need to worry, it's closed now.

Writer's note: I'm still trying to figure out how this will be solved. Strangerville is supposed to be next gen but it is also central to this...I'll think of something! That is why the investigation keeps being revisited or getting put in the archives for the future. I was going to add another pic, "Perhaps it was delusional thinking considering the cases linked but they may have disappeared voluntarily". So guys just allow it haha! It's obvious to you they are linked but not to them! No one outside knows a thing about Strangerville and its people, they leave nothing behind 👀

[dreamtydraw]

I hear you, dreanty. I have had my hyperfixation on obscura for a while now, and Keir specifically has me in a chokehold (tho my favorite will forever and always be Oleander). The way Keir is so connected to his role as mouseholes leader and wants to protect everyone is so urgh <3, and the bickering between him and vesper is so good!

anyway, feel free to yap about it!! Obscura is so great

~🌿

Okay thank you for holding my hand and letting me yap. Spoiler for keir’s chapter 2

Please don’t mind how badly it’s written I’m literally writting how i feel about keir x vesper with no filter straight out my mind.

I really like Keir and Vesper relationship as a whole ans the fact they banter yet accommodate to each other in a way that isn’t romantic per se but very close. They are close, they live together they share a house and they have this casualty that makes their banter more banal. Vesper is expected home, someone expect them home and care enough to wait for them when they aren’t there. Vesper wants to decorate the house, to put a part of themselves in the space they share, the only place under the mountain that is their home cause it is ! It went from Keir’s home to their home !

They both talk to the bones of the house, they have habits and familiarity and it’s a sene of love that isn’t automatically romantic but it’s love ! ( that why I’m devastated about the ending of chapter 2 btw- )

They are close to each other but thinking the other don’t share the feelings they keep their guard up. That why Keir asking about vesper eyes is so intimate. Like it’s so much more intimate than him asking if vesper has a deadly ilness ! This is a question you ask because you care about the other one, there is yearning in knowing more about them because you want to know more about them, they aren´t just someone random it´s the person who's being haunt you, you need to get a grap of the slighlest detail about them to hold it dear to your heart. Keir gets upset if you say you lied about your eyes beause he trusted you first hand, it´s the first time he blindly trust you.

Also Keir keeps saying about « when i’ll see your face » in his mind it’s a fact that at some point he will see their face it’s no an « if » it’s a « when » He fully assume or wants to believe that it will happen. He dosen’t want to idealize vesper but he think about it, he think about them and what they might look like. Keir desperately wants to know about the most private knowelge about vesper, what do you look like, you are special you are Vesper and i need to see you humanly i want to see you humanly.

Also the fact that he laters calls the market event a date ? In his mind he was being very obvious about his feelings but going out to buy furniture for your shared house being taken as a date ??? That casual married couple activity I’m sorry-

Now about the tooth gap if you choose to say you have one not only it’s a revelant information about yourself ( and when listing your face attribut he says nice smile instead of simply tooth gap + vesper later on has a dialogue when they say they would be happy with the thought that he might find his smile cute ) BUT ALSO- this information comes back later after he kissed vesper. His mention of feeling the tooth gap has me on the ground because he can’t see vesper, he still can’t answer the question that has been haunting him but feeling the tooth gap makes it more real, it’s there and it’s Vesper’s face. It’s not just a word that could be a lie, it’s a real fact that he gets to feel.

I am now out of battery so i’ll stop here to go find a charger but my fucking god- i am unwell.

[wolfpackss]

Only mine (2)

Paul Lahote x you

A/N: here’s part two! This part focuses more on Paul’s pleasure. It was fun writing this. This man is just URGH. please for the love of everything take me away from this man. Jk. Hope you enjoy, part three coming soon. First requests. Hope you’re excited cause i am!

Warnings: smut, 18+, masturbation.

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After the afternoon and evening you and Paul had, you decide to call it a day. You both spend the night at his house, cuddling and basking in the glow of what happend that morning. You fall asleep with a smile on your face and your arms wrapped around your boyfriend.

The next morning, you wake up, practically laying on top of Paul. He’s still asleep and you take a moment to enjoy his closeness. His face is softer than it normally is, sleep allowing him to be more relaxed. You’re so impressed with the changes he’s willing to make and already made just for you. His anger issues slowly fading away. You realize that, while you know he has a long way to go, if he continues this way, there’s nothing or no one that can keep you from him.

Even now you can feel the desire for him changing, becoming something you’re not accustomed to, something you’ve only heard about. A desire, a need for him, flares deep inside of you. As you watch him, you feel something growing hard between you two. You frown and his eyes open, looking down at you.

“Baby, you can’t stare at me and think whatever it is what you’re thinking and not expect my body to respond to it. Even if I’m asleep” he pulls you closer. A part of you, a larger part then you would have expected is happy with his response to you. The other part, is a bit scared of it. “Come on, let’s get ready for today”

Paul crawls out of bed, extending his hand, inviting you to shower with him. You blush but take his hand. You want to be more open with him and that means becoming more open to being naked with him. You can see his pride for you at your willingness to go with him and he walks into the bathroom and turns on the water.

You know he’s aroused by your presence, it’s obvious, so when we get in the bathroom you become bold, remembering how he made you feel yesterday, how he looked at you, his lust for you. When you step in, he puts you under the water first, washing your hair and rinsing it before grabbing shampoo for his hair. And that’s when you take your chance.

You move behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. “Babe, what-“ he stops talking as soon as your hand grabs his hard length. He’s so much larger than you imagined and much thicker too. You lean against him, your front to his back, and begin stroking him.

“Baby….” You kiss his back, stroking your other hand over his abs. “You made me feel good yesterday, Paul. I want to return the favor. You said I could touch you anywhere, anytime I want to” he puts on of his arms in front of him and rests his forehead against it. He’s breathing heavily and his other hand is clenched into a fist. “I want to touch you, Paul”

“Oh god…” he groans. “Touch me anyway, anywhere you want baby” you kiss his back again and as you continue to stroke him, you slide your other hand between his thighs, cupping his balls. The video’s your friends were making you watch in junior year did really pay off as his moaning increases. “Fuck babe!” He says leaning back for a moment to put both hands on the shower wall before leaning forward again. You realize your hands aren’t big enough to fit him entirely so you reach your other hand around and put it over the other. You stroke faster.

“Oh fuck baby, please don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop” you have no intention of stopping. Hearing him moan for you, growling your name, begging not to stop makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. It makes you realize that this man is all yours. You begin stroking faster, twisting your hands slightly as you do. “Shit y/n!” Paul growls, and you can feel him throbbing in your hands. You feel him getting closer to the edge and you tighten your hands a bit more, sending him over the edge.

“Fuck!” He yells, his body jerking against you as his cock throbs in your hand, shooting ropes of cum against the shower wall. You slow your strokes as he pants until you finally release him and he turns around to face you. “Fuck baby, where’d you learn to do that? That was amazing” Paul leans down and kisses you passionately before pushing you up against the other wall.

“And now it’s your turn.”

Yeah Paul, you’re only mine.

[kingdom-stars]

Ok, one of you literally yelled "PUT IT IN MY BEINS" so I guess you liked the idea :v

The good news for you, I already have the first chapter ready! I just have to convert it to English (the disadvantages of being a non native English speaker)

With that done, let's move on to Justice for all :D

Phoenix Wright: Justice for All

The Lost Turnabout:

Normal changes here and there, a few more details in the nightmare at the beginning, Apollo and Athena are the ones who help with the tutorial instead of Maggey, Trucy and Maya go to investigate the phone and they all want to kill Wellington :v

Reunion & Turnabout:

Everyone hates Dr. Turner, even me, even you, Athena and Pearl bond (no Ship here, just friendship, I should put up a "NO SHIP, NO HETEROS NOR HOMO" sign, they're all just one big family)

Pearl: The magatama can see through peoples lies

Apollo, Athena & Trucy: Sweating nervously because a few days ago they broke a vase and blamed a bird(?)

Magataman's Shenanigans XD

A story or two here and there about how some mediums couldn't control the spirit with catastrophic results, Phoenix denying his trauma from Edgeworth's "suicide" while being a good uncle/cousin to Pearl, everyone hates Morgan Fey, Franziska is intense, Apollo sees Ini's lies but doesn't know why she lies about her sister's accident, Mia's so done with all this bullshit and Maya gets custody of Pearl, because I don't understand how they just left the girl alone in the village(?????

Turnabout Big Top:

Urgh, this case. I'm just going to adapt the anime version, erase all that disgusting love triangle stuff, Phoenix reacts more strongly to the talk with Franziska and almost has a nervous breakdown, Trucy's a fan of Max Galactica for obvious reasons and will lead the explanation to how Max's cape flew, the girl is theatrical, leave her be xd

Farawell, my Turnabout:

UHHHHH this case, hold on tight because this is my favorite and I have to make it special. With changes from the get go, Apollo is kidnapped alongside Maya, Kay offers to look for them while Phoenix, Gumshoe and the girls focus on the case, The magatama and perception are deceived, but Athena captures Engard's malice and satisfaction, Phoenix punches Edgeworth for being a shitty dramatist and making everyone think he was dead, Franzyska also gives him a whiplash, he deserves it(?), Phoenix complain to both Gumshoe and Kay for knowing that Edgeworth was alive and not telling him to later have a panic attack from the call with De Killer, This poor man will be beaten from all sides, I guarantee you xd, Apollo is a little gremling who refuses to sit still even if his life depends on it, Engard is a son of a bitch, De Killer just wants to finish his job, the gallery is confused, Adrian realizes what is really going on behind Engard's defense, Apollo is again a small gremling and takes away De Killer's radio while he is on the stand to then being dragged out, we got one more break, Mia's a good mother, everyone celebrates Franziska's Big Moment™, Phoenix together with Athena and Trucy decide the verdict of "NOT guilty" and watch happily as Engard ruins his face, the reunion scene is more mellow, Apollo calls Phoenix dad for the first time and everyone is happy

UFFF, this one was longer than Goodbyes

Extra cases of the manga:

Something I forgot to mention in the last post is that I will adapt some cases of the manga as well as the case of the train, but that will be in T&T

See you next time, bye~

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Silence. Excruciating and embarrassing. Here you are, a middle-aged woman, accepting a ride after being as good as stranded at your minimum wage job. How very respectable.

Streetlights flood in through the window and you let your mind flicker with the flashes of yellow. The tension is enough to make you want to throw yourself out of the car. You wring the strap of your bag and tap your thumb on your phone case.

“So, how was your day? Rather long,” he breaks the lull.

“It was… a day,” you answer, certain to keep your eyes out the window.

“Ah, yes,” he shifts his grip on the wheel, “forgive me for presuming overly much of myself, but have I upset you?”

You clear your throat as you mull your response. You should be honest. How long had you held your tongue and suffered? Why do that again? And for another man.

“Why didn’t you tell me who you are?”

“Hmm, yes, I suppose I was duplicitous but I thought maybe you might make the connection. When you didn’t…” he lets the end dangle, “I sort of enjoyed you not knowing. It always changes things.”

“Well, it would. It should. You’re my boss.”

You look down at your lap. This was easier when you were young, when you were ignorant of how little you didn’t know. Now, you’re all too aware of everything you’ve missed out on. Of all the glaring blind spots you have to fill in.

“Maybe,” he allows, “but we get on. Yes, I’m your boss, but it doesn’t have to be strained. You do your job well, neither of us need to worry about that.”

Easy for you to say, you bite down on the retort. You instead untangle your hand from your purse and rub your neck. You’re tired, you don’t have the energy for this. After a long shift, your call with Andy, and missing your bus, you just want to roll into bed and forget it all.

“I hate to pry but you didn’t have anyone to pick you up? A husband perhaps?”

You snort without thinking. You try to disguise it with a cough but it’s obvious. You drop your hand into your lap.

“Divorced. Starting over, if you can’t tell,” you blink at the road ahead. Your own isn’t as well-lit or certain.

“That’s tough. I can’t say I’ve been there,” he says.

“Still married?” You counter.

“Never done,” he turns the wheel slowly, “almost. Once. She didn’t show up at the wedding.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you don’t know what’s worse. The price of a divorce or a wedding without a bride.

“Don’t be. It’s a story to tell. A bullet dodged, I think. I suppose I could be on your end, starting over.”

“You’re right. I definitely have it worse.”

Your phone lights up and you squint at it before blacking the screen. Andy’s all caps message can wait. Along with the rest.

“Urgh, just here,” you point to the brown building before the corner. “Sorry, that’s me.”

He taps the break and steers up along the curb. He hums, “this is… a very interesting neighbourhood.”

“Trust me, I know,” you peek out the window and adjust your purse on your shoulder, “I’ll just get my keys now and run right up. It’s not that late.”

“I’ll stay until I see you make it inside,” he shifts into park, “just to be sure.”

“You really don’t have to–”

“I want to.”

“Alright, thanks. Have a good night, Jonathan.”

“You too,” he grins, “you’ve earned a good night’s sleep.

You smile, sheepish and stiff. You pull the handle and let yourself out of the car. Your hip pangs as you stand but you don’t show the pain. You gently close the door behind you.

You cross the pavement, your keys clutched tight as each step is quicker than the last. You can’t help it. You have a bad feeling. You’ve heard the shouting at night and a few times, the banging in the hall kept you awake.

You shove your key in the hole, cranking it with all your strength as the lock sticks. You sense a shadow behind you and hope it’s just another resident. You jar the door open only to hear a growl.

“About time,” Andy sneers, “I’ve been sitting out here for an hour.”

You face him in surprise. You keep a hand on the door.

“Why?” You ask sharply.

“You hung up on me. You haven’t answered me all day. God, you are just the same childish girl I married.”

“Right, Andrew, exactly, and we are not married anymore. I’m tired, I’m going to bed. I’ll call you when I have time.”

“You have time now,” he insists.

“I don’t,” you rebuff curtly. “How did you even find out where I live?”

He shrugs, “it was on the paperwork.”

You cringe. Of course, lawyers stick together. You can’t trust any of them.

“Not tonight,” you say, “sorry, Andrew.”

You turn and he grabs your arm. You try to free yourself but he’s just as stubborn as he’s always been. You jar your shoulder but only pull it at a bad angle. You cry out and Andy grunts, suddenly releasing you.

You turn and flatten yourself to the front door as you watch the skirmish. You recognise Jonathan as the light above you shines over the conjoined bodies. He has his arm around Andy’s neck, your ex-husband clawing at his sleeve.

Jonathan turns and flings Andy away from him, spinning to place himself between you and your uninvited guest.

“Go. Now. Or I’ll call the police,” Jonathan warns.

“Who the hell are you?” Andy sneers.

“Who are you?” Jonathan counters, his hand open and closing, ready to throw a punch.

“I’m her ex-husband. We’re talking.”

“Ah, ex,” Jonathan chuckles, “so that mean there’s no more talking.”

“Mind your business–”

“My business? I heard her tell you to go. So my business is making certain that’s exactly what you do.”

Andy scoffs and puts his hands on his hips. He juts his jaw out and looks at the man in front of him, then leans over to glare at you. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“You moved on fast,” he accuses.

You swallow. You won’t argue with him. “Good night, Andrew.”

“Yes, good night, Andrew,” Jonathan opens his hand and gestures towards the sidewalk.

Andy curls his lips and throws up his arms. He grumbles and turns on his heel, stomping off as you stand in another mortified silence. You swear, this man has been sent to see you at every low.

“Uh, thanks,” you utter, “and I’m sorry–”

“None of that is needed,” he turns to you, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m an adult. I’m fine.”

“Yes, you are a strong woman. I’m sure you didn’t need me here but I am happy I was,” he tidies his silk tie, “and now I shall leave you to your peace. It seems you don't get much of it.”

He nods his head and pivots on his sole. You deflate as you watch him go. It might just be worth it to quit to save what’s left of your pride.

[sapphic-agent]

Something is like on my mind, I think it's like fandom internalized misogyny/racism, and it's associated with MHA/BNHA

Like I know it's not like when character writing so maybe I'm in the wrong place.

But back in mha early times y'know, fandom starting when the show was out, like every fan hated the girls like back in 2020, their were like texting vids about when such and such or gacha vids but it would always have the girls seen as like evil bitches, and I know evil bitches and the girls are never like that in the show if anything you have to look into media and find stuff from SMASH the manga or CD dramas, even some media that's lost.

When it was a female oc, "ugh" "and bumblebee ahh" but when it's a male oc "goated" like I've never seen them hating on a male oc, but half the times it's male ocs with a harem.

Back then they could ship every mlm ship under the moon, anything that wasn't with any of the girls, if it was it's always coded "mlm solidary/ wlw solidary" or "platonic" but nothing platonic is happening like you really can't live not even now.

And if the girls ever got some sort of attention, it was always shipping, like "oh! Togachako!" Which is one thing, I don't mind them together in a better au it would be cute, I've seen fan art but like it's anything and everything to make sure she cannot be shipped or paired with Izuku every bk/dk shipper and was so on board and not to say some of them couldn't just like the ship and like it for the potential, shit I don't mind, it's cute, I'm very much a multishipper, some of them just aren't or they hate Ochako, and it's obvious why, she's a girl, sometimes every mlm sometimes in the fandom is like a "avoid the girls" type of ship.

Kacchako? Which is a ship I don't mind, I even like it sometimes when I write about it in the head of mine and narrative it's hard because I don't like Bakugo, sometimes he's just more tolerable like a ship made me see better in a character which is kind of crazy because unlike everyone else he uses her name properly like it's not even a problem which is nice but like they'll say Bk//dk is better when Bakugo barely used Midoriyas name, they'll say Izuocha is a bad ship just because any reason.

Todomomo? They call it bland but oh when Momo is with Jirou suddenly everything is cherries and blueberries and sweet, like the ship may not have a lot of moments in canon but then people with ship TD//BK just because they "have more chemistry" when the chemistry is out the damn window, if it's Tododeku I wouldn't mind, but I would never let a TD//BK shit on Todomomo, and the only "bland" thing is obvious, to them whether they say it or not, the Bland is Momo, for some reason every ship that's not involving Momo is flavourful, Seroroki is considered a better ship even sometimes the dialogue is small, like it's already known what y'all are trying to say, y'all just won't say it's Momo (I'm trying hard to not say bitches)

Tsukoyami or Tokotsuyu is obvious, she's a frog and he's a bird it's like they just can't be with humans so of course, like even with Shoji and Koda and Sato, like they're not stereotypical pretty characters, the fandom Don't give a shit about them sometimes, like hell, even Mineta, Mineta is borderline awful, and like Horikoshi never attempts to quit it, I love me a good mha fanfic that gets Mineta out of the narrative, gets the whole "urgh a perv, I'll use Mineta as a way for a character to save me from him" out the way because I hate that damn grape sometimes, I would probably be at a quirk discrimination rally and used as an warning example if I talked more about my dislike for that no dropped balls ballsack of a mf, and the thing is, Mineta as height is, is not the problem, because I know we've seen couples in Media who are Minetas height and are in a relationship with someone way taller and sometimes definitely attractive than the person but I digress.

Also with "Iconic" trios, it's always... The most basic poster people as of this year, Izuku, Shoto and Bakugo, like only few people love Iida, Ochako, Izuku and if there is some love for them then it's small or seen as the originals before the thing was snapped into place, like Ochako is never in the light to the point she has a big three, Iida never has his two others, and because Izuku does he's just used to mediate, be a punching bag, or solve plot or basically be horikoshis mouthpiece, so damn even Izuku doesn't count so I can even say he doesn't have his either, Ochako was only there for Izuku to be given a love interest, HELL she was supposed to get over him in the books as far as the context goes when I read a source, like damn.

And the fandom, fandom is the prime example of bi-phobes, every hc I see on TikTok now and then has a character never be "bi" or prefers women but wouldn't mind dating a man or vice versa, like it's that one audio "gay gay, lesbian, lesbian" and they cut out the "bisexual, bisexual" just to stop any ideas of mlw couples, like they're a diverse cast, the show feels pty sometimes so like damn it can be hard, I think it's hard to actually want to be in the fandom, like you don't wanna be in it because people will start with you, like queer ships are okay, shit I even thought Jirou was a lesbian.

These are just my thoughts

The misogyny in fandoms- particularly internalized misogyny- has been a present thing. You're right about that.

One of my mutuals @ecoterrorist-katara actually pointed out how female characters were often accessories in fandoms back in the day for male characters and now it's evolved to them being gay accessories. i.e., getting them out of the way of MLM ships by sticking them in sapphic relationships.

I've seen this happen with Tsuchako, Togachako, and JirouMomo a lot. I personally think all three are pretty solid ships that deserve more than being tacked onto the BakuDeku or TodoDeku fic. But hey, what do I know 🤷🏾‍♀️

[moodycowplant]

23. Penny is Back.

After their beautiful retreat at Sulani, the Snows returned home to Willow Creek, refreshed and ready for work. With a couple of days left before diving back into their routines, they made sure to spend quality time with family.

It was a regular warm summer night, and Joe was finishing the treehouse he and Novelia had started for Lana, when Penny audaciously popped back into Joseph's life. She basically invited herself onto their property unannounced and started asking for favors. She seemed different—calmer. Joseph couldn't quite put his finger on it. Could she have changed, or was this another act of hers?

"Hi, Joseph," said Penny, coming up from behind him. She startled him.

"Penny? What the actual f*ck are you doing here?" Joe asked, with obvious anger and surprise.

"Hey, I know I deserve such a greeting, but please, don't kick me out just yet. Please listen to what I have to say. I need your help, Joseph. I desperately need your help, and I remember when you needed help—I was there for you," Penny began, trying to convince him.

"Please, don't even start. You helped? You made my life a living hell. I almost lost the most precious thing in my life because of you. And now, you have the nerve to show up at MY house and make demands? Please, leave before I call the cops. The restraining order is still active, and you'll be in a ton of trouble if they show up here," Joseph replied threateningly.

"Listen, I'm not here to fight or provoke you. I really need your help, Joe. Please listen to me. Give me like 30 minutes to explain myself, and I'll leave," Penny continued.

"Nova, my wife, is at home. If she sees you, you're dead, and I am along with you. Please leave. Our history is a distant past, and no 30 minutes will fix it."

"Joe, I BEG you. It's about my daughter. She's the only dear thing I have left. I NEED YOUR HELP. I don't know who else to ask," Penny pleaded desperately.

"Urgh... Fine! I'll listen to what you have to say, but not here. Meet me tomorrow at Central Park at 10 am. You'll have exactly 30 minutes, so I suggest you don't be late. And now LEAVE!" Joe said, pointing to the exit.

"You're the best, Joe. I'll be there. I missed you," Penny said, trying to hug him.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing? LEAVE NOW!" Joe whispered angrily through his teeth, pushing her away.

"Thank you. See you tomorrow," Penny said, leaving.

Penny's visit to his house, against the restraining order after almost five years, confused Joe. He couldn't figure out if he should deal with her again or tell Nova about Penny's visit. He would've say no, but Penny mentioned a child, that what made Joe to reconsider and listen to her.

"No, I don't want to worry her. I'll listen to what Penny has to say and then decide," Joseph thought, walking back to the house.

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SEASON ONE RE-WRITE

Lexi: I'm looking for my sister. Rue's abandoned me for Jules... again.

Fezco: Sounds 'bout right

Lexi: But now I've had a 14 year old point out the obvious that Rue's in love with her it all makes sense and I'm not even mad

Fezco: Love make you wacky

Lexi: So I've heard. So have you seen Cassie

Fezco: ... yeah

Lexi: What aren't you telling me?

Fezco: OK she might have taken some molly

Lexi: Is she ok!?

Fezco: she's ... not not ok

Lexi: Fezco just say it

Fezco: She orgasmed on a carousel horse

Lexi: ....they never covered that is sex ed

Fezco: She ain't answerin' her phone?

Lexi: No. Shit. I don't want to leave without her

Fezco: Ion wanna say somethin' that ain't my business but I think that Daniel kid went after her

Lexi: really? Urgh. He's been sniffing around. Cassie says he's just a friend but...

Fezco: But that's bullshit and everyone but Cassie knows it?

Lexi: Exactly

Fezco: Yo if I see her I'll give you a call

Lexi: Do you have my number?

Fezco: hmm guess we gonna have to rectify that...

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Hey Curly. I know it's an unpleasant topic for you, but I thought I could say something about you and... Well, him. Your "best friend". When I was a kid, I wasn't a very good person. I am ashamed of a lot of my actions back then. One of the worst one is that I used to hit people around me to try and get what I want (I feel disgusted with myself just remembering this, brr). Usually it wasn't even with my fist, but it was still a horrible thing to do. I (if I remember correctly) stopped at around thirth or fourth grade, when I had some sense for me. When you talked about how Jimmy used to hit you but it was "alright" because you're a big guy and could handle it... I couldn't help but remember myself at that time. Teachers saw me hit other kids (mostly the boys I was hanging out with), yet they did nothing (looking back then, they should have called my parents, because what the hell! The kid is doing harm to other kids! Make their caregivers have a talk with them about it!). Yet when I was hit or something like that, they always payed attention. Maybe it's because I'm a girl? I don't know. I clearly had anger issues, yet basically no one tried to address that. One of the boys would fight back if I hit him, but it would do nothing. Oh, and our friendship with those boys was pretty toxic, too. One of the boys would call me mean things, he would always make the games unfair for his benefit, he would do anything to provoke me only to make fun of me in the end, he would call me on a walk only to make fun of me with his other friends. And yes, I was also a bad person back then, that's why I called this friendship toxic. We all were affecting eachother negatively. I only stayed with them because I couldn't make any other friends at that time. I'm glad that this all is over and that boy, as well as me, has changed... But I will never talk to him again. It's better for everyone. Curly. You are a good man at heart, it is obvious. The way Jim treated you was horrible of him, there was no good reason for you to let him stay. But I understand that there are tons of reasons of why you would cling onto him. Because I've been on both sides, one way or another (no one was in real threat because of my actions, luckily... Hah, it's good that ten year old girls are pretty weak). He could be doing that because he wanted control. Or because he saw you as a safe way to relieve his anger. Whatever the reason is, good friends don't hit their friends, that's for sure. I would know. And sometimes it's hard for those around you to see how bad the situation is — remember, no one ever called me out when I was hitting other kids as a child. So yeah. It's all very complicated. We don't know what will happen next, but I hope you all get back home and you will get to heal. And when you do, you will need this knowledge to recognise that you are not being treated the way you should. That someone is being a bigger dick than normal. Knowing how awful your friendship with Jim was can help you never make the same mistakes. Because when you can't undo something, the least you can do is learn from it. Treat your mistake as an experience that you'll need in the future to become a better person. That's what I do to not lose hope in myself. You can use that tactic, too. Consider it an advice from a friend.

Hey.

Here we go... All right.

Don't think you need to feel disgusted for that, yeah? We're not slaves to our past. And you were a kid. As long as you're doing better now. Can't change the past, but you did learn from it.

Huh. Sounds worse when you say it like that. I suppose I should explain... Urgh. Anything physical between us wasn't a thing. It was the occasional accident, really. I don't... respond well to confrontation. You've probably noticed. (Yet they put me in a leadership role. Brilliant decision there... I really should have rejected the job.)

You know, when I was young, whenever I'd get in trouble and I'd get yelled at I'd start crying. Couldn't help it. My parents thought I was doing it on purpose for a bit because of how out of proportion it was. I decided the best way to handle this and avoid getting yelled at was simply to never do anything I could get in trouble for ever. In retrospect, that... might be how I ended up such an anxious adult. Anyway, I got over that to the point where I can push back here and there and take control when necessary, but if the other person keeps yelling, I kinda shut down. Not a good look.

Anyway, where I get disassociated, Jimmy goes the opposite way. Gets super passionate and emotional really fast. That mixes badly. I'm out of it and he's very in it getting more and more worked up while I'm on autopilot. So he might lash out the same way we'd do playfully, albeit with more anger behind it, expecting me to block him and I don't. He didn't do it on purpose. or if he did, he'd expect me to be fighting back. He had a thing for a long time where he was convinced I was going to hit him if he got me mad enough. Some self-sabotage thing. We worked through it.

Sorry, didn't mean to ramble so much. Back to what you were saying. I don't think either of you were bad people so much as you were... kids. And if there's one thing kids are good at, it's making stupid decisions. (Some adults too. Hello.) No one's the same today as they were in primary school, yeah? Glad you got better and got away from that boy though. I'm sorry none of the adults in your life stepped in to give you both the help you needed. But... Well, it's just my two cents, but I think you should be proud that you made that change on your own.

Is it obvious? I'm not so sure what that means, being "a good man at heart." What are ideals without action? Useless, is what they are. Jimmy was... not always the kindest friend to me. But I fucked up with him all the time too. Always saying things that I knew in the back of my mind would hurt him but not realizing that until the words had already left my mouth. And he was there for me most of the time. I recognize that the way I felt around him was less than ideal, but I don't know if that's something he did wrong or something wrong with me. I'm still struggling to conceptualize it as— as abuse. I don't know.

Control? A safe way to relieve his anger? ...Huh.

...I hope so too. I don't know what I'm going to do about that. I hardly know what to do with myself without him around. You know, sometimes when my mind drifts to what "getting better" could look like, I have— I have to fight not to picture him visiting me in the hospital next to my sister. How fucked is that? Hah.

Right. Yeah. Our pasts do define us, I think. Every action we take, every mistake we make, they're a part of us we can't escape or erase. But we aren't bound to those. Every day has the chance to be different. Every moment can be the last of its kind. Change hurts, but...

I'll try.

Thank you.

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Clone Wars 2x4 'Senate Spy' Reaction

Putting this one under a cut as it deals with some heavy topics.

CW: Domestic violence, abusive relationships, emotional abuse

Wow ok this episode really emphasised how controlling Anakin is of Padmé. There were a few instances of it in Season 1, particularly at the start of the finale, but it was a constant presence throughout this episode. In every interaction between Anakin and Padmé it was glaringly obvious how controlling and possessive Anakin is of Padmé.

I know possessive characters are a fandom trope favourite, particularly in smut, and I can understand it in that exact, precise, fantasy, pretend, entirely made up context but I've also always been squicked out by and wary of it outside of that one highly specific context. To me, it's a giant red flag and a trait that basically screams 'Danger! This person is a threat!' Which is entirely applicable in this context, because we all know how that relationship ended. With Anakin attempting to murder Padmé and their unborn children by strangling her.

Seeing multiple clear and obvious signs of an abusive husband in this relationship is rather jarring to watch. Usually I will easily keyboard mash out reaction thoughts to an episode but I'm really struggling with this one. It's important to talk about but it's also quite difficult and tough. There are so many red flags in Anakin's behaviour in this episode alone and it's barely the start of Season 2. He's controlling, possessive, selfish, egotistical, angry, and frankly downright frightening. The part that really got me was where he decided for Padmé that she wasn't allowed to go on the mission because he had deemed it too dangerous, completely removing her agency and denying her free will.

I'm glad Padmé reacted the way she did. That she called out Anakin on his bullshit and made it completely clear that no one makes decisions for her. That definitive rejection of Anakin's controlling and abusive behaviour needed to happen. What frustrated me was the way in which it was done and the way in which Padmé is characterised and written in her relationship with Anakin.

Because they wrote Padmé as the Strong Female Character. Who never backs down, always gives back as good as she gets, ready with a snappy comeback and full of fight, just as strong and tough as The Boys. Which, sadly, makes sense given that this episode was released in 2009. The Strong Female Character was still the best we could really hope for in terms of mainstream media representation. Mass Effect had only come out two years earlier and the option to play the main character as a woman was considered groundbreaking at the time. It was only a few years before this episode that Padmé was fighting in the middle of a gladiator arena turned battle field in Attack of the Clones in nothing but a blindingly white skin tight outfit that somehow magically never got dirty with no amour to protect herself with apart from some clunky looking shin guards. How was she supposed to protect herself from getting injured from attacks and blaster bolts?! Armour sure would've helped when that nexu conveniently ripped her top off in just the right spot so that it became a crop top because god forbid we have a woman existing in an action movie without showing some skin. Urgh. (little teenage nerd me had many about opinions about this). The usually singular female character in any action movies of the time were always the same Strong Female Character trope as well, usually with a whole bunch of unnecessary sexiness thrown in purely for the male gaze (see aforementioned crop top).

I'm sure it gets better, well I hope it gets better, but it's another reminder that while enjoyable so far, The Clone Wars, especially the earlier episodes and seasons, are products of their time and have already started to show their age. That doesn't excuse it. I guess it's just me noticing that it's interesting in an odd sort of way that I can't really describe to watch it all for the first time 14 years later in an entirely different media landscape.

The other thing that really stood out to me about Anakin's abusive behaviour was that every time Padmé pushed back, stood her ground and called out Anakin's bullshit, he never acknowledged Padmé's point of view, that he might possibly be wrong or even considered apologising. He just kept barrelling along, doing what he wanted to do because he was always right and Padmé was wrong and Padmé should be listening to him and doing what he says because Padmé is his. For the entirety of their relationship, Anakin is either fighting, controlling or love bombing Padmé. A healthy relationship is not based on any of these.

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this and I've no idea how to finish this but watching this episode was like watching every abusive relationship I've had to deal with. All the red flags were there. All the emotional abuse was there. All the abusive behaviours were there. I'm not sure if Padmé and Anakin's relationship in this episode and throughout The Clone Wars was written this way intentionally, and I'm not sure I'd give the writers enough credit to do so, but it was all so very alarmingly, scarily, jarringly accurate.

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urgh i’m sure you’re sick of hearing about it but i have no friends who watch obx and idk where else to channel my feelings 😭 I AM SO UPSET. I genuinely can’t believe they’ve done this, i was lulled into a false sense of security by the announcement for season 5 because i thought surely Rudy would hang on for one final season. I was so convinced rafe would die after his goodbye to sophia that i was distracted from the real danger (sidebar i hated that they build up that relationship just to end it in one sentence over a phone call, i really had hope after rafe telling her it was okay).

I wish they’d brought it to a close this season so badly and just given them a happy ending. The worst part is i was genuinely enjoying part 2 for the most part even with the crazy plot lines. I was hopeful we’d get some real resolution following JJs crash out with him facing up to his issues and talking it out, particularly with Kiara.

The lack of Jiara was genuinely so jarring and obvious i assumed it was intentional and would come to some sort of head wherein JJ would acknowledge how distant he had been and there would be some kind of emotional breakthrough/makeup for the couple but NO. like they really gave us nothing like the handshake when they parted ways had me screaming WHAT WAS THAT.

the death was so so badly done like obviously we would never be happy with JJs death but there were so many better ways around it, having him actively die protecting the pogues not just randomly being stabbed while standing around, having him actually get to say goodbye to them?! POPE NEVER GETTING TO SAY I LOVE YOU BACK?? and like why was he buried in the sand in fucking morocco that literally broke my heart like alone and to be forgotten and never visited in the fucking desert?? Im so angry i’ve been so excited for this season for the longest time and had so much hope based off part 1, i really felt like they’d been listening to the fans and giving us what we wanted in terms of season 1 vibes and i was so hyped to rewatch it all once i finished yesterday, but now the entire thing feels so tainted??

he suffered so much for absolutely nothing and no reason whatsoever. i feel i can’t even rewatch the parts of pt2 that i enjoyed again because they’re so tainted by the jarring energy between rudy and maddison now that i know it’s not part of the plot. it’s so glaringly obvious that none of this was planned, even if there’s some truth in them initially wanting JJ killed off there’s no way they would’ve followed through with it after seeing how much of a fan favourite he became. like they really gave bro an entire arc of suffering with no resolution other than him saving sarah then just killed him??

i feel so upset today idek what to do with myself, i can no longer enjoy any of my jj content without feeling so heartbroken. at least if they’d just had him leave or given him some form of resolution before his death the whole series wouldn’t feel so tainted… sorry for this insanely long ramble i just needed to offload this somewhere. thank god for people like you working harder than these god damn writers to produce actual good plots 😭💗

Never be sorry! We're all upset! I haven't seen any post or response defending the season, like I do really think everyone hated the ending and hated the way it went down. I've seen a lot about just wishing it had gone down different, not that he didn't die, but that it was for an actual reason. Which is a complaint I have about a lot of actual books. I'm not upset someone died, I'm just upset that it always feels pointless and makes the story feel like it should never have happened.

I was also lulled into the false sense of security with season five. I thought for sure it was because Rudy wanted to leave and they decided to give it a proper ending and not doing anything drastic with his character. Oh how I was wrong. My hope is that Rafe and Sofia are able to work through things in season five, and that they can get to a better place, because I do think they really love each other, and I do think they still do. But I guess we'll see if they force Kiara and Rafe together or not...

You can very much tell that there is a lot of tension between JJ and Kiara because there's a lot of tension between the actors. It was not hidden well at all, they barely interact with one another and if you haven't watched Season three or the first part of season four, you would never know they were supposed to be in love. If anything, it looked like they hated each other.

JJ's entire death scene and the scenes following were just piss poor. Everything about it was bad, and I think it's because everyone knew that this was going to be bad. Everyone knew this would end the show. They're literally watching and filming the end of this series and these stories and they couldn't do anything to make it better. I think it feels and looks so bad, because they felt the same way we do about it.

I'm upset too, it's been a trash week and it feels like the one thing we were looking forward to made it so much worse. It's ok to be upset, and it's ok to not want to see or read anything to do with the Pogues right now. Totally understandable. I felt the same way right after, like do I want to take a break from Audrey and JJ for a while? But I decided that JJ's still alive as long as we write him, as long as we love him, and I think we all deserve that.