#I still think it’s weird that we were shipping them and then all of a sudden Gabriella mentions having a crush and is randomly with Finn

[kaoskuantico]

I'll answer by parts:

she was reclaiming that space

That's a weird statement and you're just repeating what the writers said just because they said so. First of all, they didn't address Vi's trauma at all, and maybe it's just me but doing it with sex is a weird way of doing it.

jinx literally told her to

That felt OOC, even at her lowest point. As Vi said, Jinx saved Caitlyn's life despite her not willing to do the same. So Caitlyn thanked her by keeping Jinx in that ISOLATED cell? She said other people took her in before she got the chance to react. Okay, BUT I have two points about this.

Why didn't Caitlyn free her after the shock?

WHO took Jinx? In the battlefield it were only Cait and Ambessa's army, and the latter stayed with Ambessa to bury the dead. So...Who?

“it wasnt the time or place” ok so then what is the time or place?

Maybe...Not in Jinx's cell? Not right after Jinx told Vi she was going to "break the cycle"? Vi already knows or should know her sister is suicidal, in the first Act she saw it firsthand. And all this without having a proper conversation between Vi and Caitlyn, not even an apology for what happened in Act I, not for making her lose her father, permanently now. Cait was manipulated but she still played a crucial role in all of that.

Amanda said it herself, it was meaningful for Vi to free herself or her trauma related to being locked up both physically and mentally

The writers can say whatever they want, but as I said in another post (click), they can't do X in the show and say Z in interviews, that's just bad writing on their part. If they wanted to make Vi reclaim her trauma in that way, they should've dedicated time to it, not making up things AFTER the show ended. They lost the opportunity to show it.

yall just wanna take ANYTHING away from lesbians i swear

The only ships I like are wlw so this doesn't even apply to me. And for other personal reasons.

they barely got any screentime this season after the writers built up their relationship and arc SO MUCH in season 1 can we just have this one thing….

Whose fault is it? You said it yourself. They didn't develop their relationship properly. They fight, they suddenly are okay, they have another small fight and then suddenly have sex in her suicidal sister's cell.

even just IN the show stop blaming the characters for being horny in a weird place like their lives are MESSY and so is their relationship, they both went through hell especially vi, let them have this.

I still think it's weird. All I'm asking is have the same scene but in a bedroom??? After the war at least????? Just change the time and place and we're all good.

but it was so powerful how quickly Vi understood that Cait was on her side and supported her choices

Look, when Caitlyn pulled away the first time I thought "good, she's realizing Vi isn't in the right state of mind, they'll talk things through" and then Vi just says she doesn't fucking care.

Such a wasted opportunity to make them TALK and repair their relationship. Vi called her out once and all Cait said is "I know". Okay girl, we know you know, but that doesn't erase anything you and Ambessa did.

All of this can be summarized as "Amanda said it!", but if Amanda (and the other writers) failed to show it to the audience, that's their problem. They can't fix it with interviews.

can yall stop saying caitlyn came in the cell to f ck with vi like VI INITIATED IT😭 she was reclaiming that space she was finally letting herself be happy, like jinx literally told her to

“it wasnt the time or place” ok so then what is the time or place? their city is at war lmfao they just indulged in this for a very short time (the scene was only 2:28 btw.) and they deserved to, the place isnt as weird as yall make it to be, Amanda said it herself, it was meaningful for Vi to free herself or her trauma related to being locked up both physically and mentally

yall just wanna take ANYTHING away from lesbians i swear😭 they barely got any screentime this season after the writers built up their relationship and arc SO MUCH in season 1 can we just have this one thing…. even just IN the show stop blaming the characters for being horny in a weird place like their lives are MESSY and so is their relationship, they both went through hell especially vi, let them have this.

that being said i still do believe the scene would’ve carried a little more weight even with a few more lines of them talking about it all, or even caitlyn just saying “you didn’t lose me” before rizzing her up lol but it was so powerful how quickly Vi understood that Cait was on her side and supported her choices

[silverynight]

Tempting

Viktor gets startled when he hears rushed footsteps in the hallway, he doesn't even have the opportunity to turn around before someone runs inside and puts his broad arms around him. There's only one person who likes to do that, so Viktor relaxes immediately.

"I thought you were going to be back next month."

"I missed you, Viktor," Jayce whispers in his ear, instead of answering the question.

He tries to turn around on his seat to face him, but his partner refuses to let go of him.

"Jayce, let me see you." Viktor has learned that he responds better to words. Even thought he's not used to tell or ask people what he wants from them, this is the only thing that seems to work with his friend.

Jayce finally steps back, albeit reluctantly, so Viktor can turn around and see him. It looks like he came straight to the lab as soon as the ship arrived because he's tired, hungry, hasn't rested properly in days and it's written all over his face.

But there's something different about him. Before he can think about what he's going to do, Viktor's hands cup Jayce's face; he starts stroking the other man's beard with his thumbs. He's not sure why, but he finds the sensation pleasant and soothing.

It doesn't occur to him that what he's doing might be weird until he notices that Jayce is slightly bent towards him, but completely still. He looks like he's in shock.

"You're touching me," he blurts out, still surprised.

"I am," Viktor says back, realizing just then that he had never initiated physical contact with Jayce, in fact, he has never touched him on his own before. "I'm sorry."

Before he can take his hands off his friend's face, the other man grabs them and presses them a bit harder against his cheeks.

"No, it's fine!" Jayce assures him, looking a bit desperate for a moment. "You can touch me as much as you want."

"Thank you, but we can't stay like this all day."

"Why not?"

Viktor chuckles at that, noticing that he's in a good mood now; he was feeling down last week and he's beginning to think it was because Jayce wasn't at his side.

"I have a lot of things I need to show you," he says instead, trying not to smile when he notices Jayce's pout.

"So you like it?"

"What?"

"The beard."

"Yes, I think you look good with it," he says absentmindedly, turning around to check his notes again.

It never occurs to him, even as a few days pass, that Jayce's choice of keeping the beard might have something to do with him.

Because it doesn't make sense.

But he does notice that he touches Jayce often now, especially when he leans over Viktor's shoulder to comment on something they're working on, and his face is right next to his. It's really easy to lift his hand and place it on his cheek and stroke his chin just to feel the facial hair there so Viktor does that; it quickly turns into a habit that he does without thinking.

Jayce doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he looks a lot pleased with himself now. Viktor is not sure why he's so smug about something like that.

However, after a while, Jayce starts getting strange ideas.

"You should kiss me."

Viktor drops the screwdriver in his hand before turning around to face his friend.

"What?"

"To feel this against your face," Jayce says, pointing at his beard. "Aren't you curious?"

"I wasn't..." But now he is, unfortunately. "I don't see why kissing you would be the best way to try that."

"It is, trust me," Jayce assures him, leaning dangerously close to him.

Even though the mere thought of his partner being attracted to him is ridiculous, the excuse he just used is so stupid that Viktor has no other choice but to consider the first option.

It's a difficult choice; this will probably change everything between them, and they have to keep working together.

But Viktor's rational inner voice is not that loud that particular night; the temptation to feel Jayce's face against his is stronger than anything else.

Without a warning, Viktor gives him a quick kiss on the lips, the rough sensation of the beard against his smooth skin makes him giggle.

"Well, that was–"

"Not enough," Jayce cuts him off before pulling him into his arms to give him a proper kiss.

The idea of Jayce liking him makes so much sense now that Viktor can feel his partner's hungry lips moving against his.

But he's not going to complain about that.

At some point, they have to breathe, but Jayce decides to press more kisses against his jaw and neck. The beard rubbing on his skin sends shivers down his spine each time.

"Let's go to my room," he almost growls, desperate. "Come on, Viktor."

"Wait... we should think about this first. We have a project together."

"It's okay, Viktor," Jayce cups his face before pressing their foreheads together. "We can be life partners too. We'll make it work. Trust me."

Viktor does. He has always trusted him.

"Alright. Let's give this life partnership a try."

[typewritingyip]

The Arcturus Missions

Part Eight - Reunion Discoveries

Part Seven

———

Lightweight transportation craft of Cybertron were designed to hold the weight of well over twenty cybertronian’s. Sometimes more depending on the need for military uses, they ranged from the utilitarian to the down right plush. Typically had a few seats and hand rails where you could magnetize with ease, for the humans, they were reminiscent of subway cars.

There were the usual express lines that traveled from local cities to others, the direct lines which could take you to neighboring city states, and the free standing ones which did not travel along a select route and could be programmed with specific location. Typically those transports were reserved well in advance of use or for those selected by the Prime, as free to access for emergencies. 

A well functioning public transportation system was not only greatly appreciated by the populace, but a practical use of public funds. 

—

There was an awkwardness hanging in the air, the humans sitting together on one side of the transport with the cybertronians on the other. Sideswipe was lightly picking at the dried pink on his armor, frowning as it flecked off, across the transport Mirage winced. 

Hound shifted and sat up a bit once it got moving, he cleared his throat lightly and turned on his comm, looking to Prowl, “Our ship was around 93 miles away from the warehouse and we will need to have access to it over the coming days.” Sunstreaker snorted, “No kidding.” It took a moment for Prowl to answer, clearly trying to translate what was said, “We will send a crew out to salvage it. I understand why it would be important to you.” He slowly looked back to the strange pad he was holding, frown only deepening. Hound nodded slowly and turned to the others, motioning briefly to change their comms channel before speaking, “For now, we go along with them and find Jazz.” Sideswipe nodded lightly, holding a fleck of the pink gore in between his fingers, “You think you can ask them what this stuff is?” Hound sighed and shook his head, rolling his eyes behind the visor, “We’ll find out later, I’m sure.” “It’s toxic, whatever it is.” Sunstreaker spoke up, rubbing his hands together to get the worst of it off, the flecks falling to the floor.

”Toxic?” Leaning forward, Hound ran a brief scan on it and grabbed one of the flakes lightly, grinding it between his fingers, “Yeah, so don’t get it near your vents, even if we are still using the tanks, that is a risk not worth taking.” Nodding slowly, even Breakdown took a piece lightly and stared intently at it, “It’s congealed and dried, like blood.” Sunstreaker froze and made a noise that was painful on the ears, starting to rub at his arms quickly to get the rest of it off.

While Sunstreaker panicked, Hound sat back and glanced out the windows of the transport, staring with wide eyes at the surface of this strange planet. Now away from the haze and the damp ground, he could see effectively what they’d been walking through. A sea, a sea of rust at least in appearance. Glancing over to the other mechs in the shuttle, to Prowl and his companion, he watched them talk together. Their voices were quiet, but he was still calibrating his translator. The tech was experimental at best and had been limited to a handful of languages on Earth, but Hound had a lot of faith in Preceptor, the man was smart enough to make some of the most advanced mech tech in the world, what was a translator to a genius?

They were rocketing across the planet and after a few minutes, the blue and white mech stood, saying something to Prowl before going towards the entrance. With a nod, Prowl looks to them all, “Mirage is going to bail out above the battle, do any of you wish to join him?” Immediately, Sideswipe’s hand shot up, “Oh, me! I want to fall to the surface of this weird planet too.” Prowl stared in confusion before Hound stood, resting a hand on Sideswipe’s shoulder, “A long story, I’ll go with them though.” Nodding slowly, Prowl seemed deeply confused as the two shuffled towards the doorway.

Breakdown sighed deeply and stood, stretching lightly as Sunstreaker did the same, “Out of one fight and into the next.” Sunstreaker’s voice was almost enthusiastic, “Haven’t kicked alien butt since before they prepped my mech for space.” He hops up and down at the same time as Sideswipe, Mirage’s eyes sliding over them slowly, letting out a slow breath. 

The transport is rocked with an explosion and the doors open, pulling the pressure with it. Hound took a deep breath before leaping out after Mirage, Sideswipe falling backwards out of the transport, his sword expended from its spot in his arm plating as he fell. Hound brought his gun up, eyes widening as he saw the same bastards he’d spent the last several years fight on a moral familiar surface. Mirage hit one hard and effectively took it to the ground, using it to break his landing, seeing that Hound did the same and Sideswipe followed his lead.

It was easy to spot Jazz in the fight, though there were other mechs with visors on the field, he was the only one with numbers across his chest. Hound’s breath caught lightly in his throat even as the shot from his gun hit the so-called Quint just behind Jazz. Their eyes met, for a moment before Hound had an additional face on his visual feel, the bright smile was one he didn’t think he’d ever see again. Other than maybe on a skull, “You sure know how to make an entrance Hound,” He grinned as he turned and fired on the tentacled aliens, “I was just following that guys lead,” Jazz glanced over and laughed, “Oh, Mirage is a hoot. You’ll come to really love the guy.” “If you say so.” Hound continued firing.

—

In the distance, two large figures were fighting back to back, cleaving through the enemy with a certain amount of struggle. One of them, tall and grey, saw the red and green visored mechs fall from the sky and watched for a click as they each killed several Quintessons with limited hassle. His break caught, “Optimus, there truly are more like Jazz.” “What do you mean Megatron?” Optimus grunted with effort, throwing one off himself, before his face was forcefully turned towards Hound and Sideswipe, “Ah. That would explain Prowl’s message.” Megatron growled for a moment before blasting another encroacher. 

—

Breakdown and Sunstreaker landed with Prowl in the now disabled transport, less of a landing and more of a crash, they both bailed out with ease and took off onto the battlefield, Breakdown taking up position as his cannon hummed to life and Sunstreaker took off in the direction of Sideswipe. Several mechs were staring at them, mostly at the energon covered Sunstreaker, as he almost collided with his brother to cover his back. 

“Stay on comms people, stay focused.” Hound was calm, as he had been in every fight and would continue to be, “God, have you been like that this whole time?” Jazz’s voice was truly music to all their ears, bringing smiles and relief to their faces, “Welcome back, Commander. Ha! You’ve got more seniority than Hound!” Sideswipe slides past the pair, cleaving a Quintessons drone in half with ease. There was a moment of pause, Jazz clearly thinking before clearing his throat, “I’ll follow whatever Hound orders, he’s primary for, uh, whatever your mission is called.” “Thank you.” Hound shoots the head off a Quintessons nearest to Jazz with a light smile.

Most of the cybertronians that were there had fallen back to a more defensive position as the humans went after the Quintessons, not noticing the slight retreat of their counterparts. Even as their plating got torn and gouged, lines splitting open and getting concussed with covering fire. It was clear, they were more built for this fight than the average citizen of Cybertron. 

The twins were moving together in near synch, bracers moving through the air and Sideswipe’s sword coming through the enemy by its near perfect design. 

Breakdown was blowing up the land between the line and the enemy, blasting apart the drones with ease, his cannon locking onto the familiar enemy and eliminating it.

Hound was near Jazz, gun up and firing rapidly, focused on the scope of his visual feed and unable to speak.

Together they made a near perfect team, the twins were bickering across the comms and moving as if they’d always fought together, Hound was covering the angles they couldn’t see and Breakdown was covering them all. Maybe that’s why they’d been paired together, because they all were adaptable and capable. Jazz was just the missing piece of this puzzle as he was able to provide information from the other side of the field, listening into the cybertronian comms with five years of practiced ease. Hound glances towards his old friend, still not entirely convinced that this was all real. 

Prowl slid up near Jazz and Hound, flanked by Mirage towards the end of the fight, his servo resting lightly on Jazz’s back. They moved almost as one, even better paired than the twins in a way that shocked Hound. Jazz had been loved back home, there was no doubt about that but this, this was something else and unexpected. They clearly were speaking quietly to each other, still in a language that Hound couldn’t understand though the translator was still clicking away.

— 

When there was nothing left but broken armor, spilt energon, and gore from the Quintessons, Jazz took Hound’s elbow lightly, “Breath Hound, it’s over for now.” It was so different from back home, one or two of these things would attack entire cities, not a battle field of them. Hound at that moment wasn’t sure how long they’d been fighting for, whether it was the same day or even the same week, being in his suit and filled with adrenaline kept him in focus. Kept them all in focus. It was evident in the stance of the others as well, from potentially that morning leaving to Odyssey till now, who knew how long it had been and when you were in a suit you could stretch things a lot further than without it. 

With a nod, Hound takes a break and rests his hand on Jazz’s shoulder, “I still can’t believe it’s actually you.” Jazz’s smile was evident even without the visual feed, “It’s been a long five years. I hope you brought some good food from home.” Sunstreaker sighed dramatically, “If you think protein bars are good, then yes, he did.” Sideswipe, draped over his brother, snorted and covered his face. Hound rolled his eyes lightly, “There is more than that on the Odyssey.” “The Odyssey, like Apollo 13?” Breakdown was the next to speak up, “Ironic, yes?” They moved together, away from the main area that seemed to be a camp, only one following for the moment was Prowl. Silently listening to them talk, “You could say that, except they never stepped on the moon. You guys are standing on an entirely different planet.” “Don’t remind me.” Sunstreaker nearly whined, grabbing at the sides of his head to more laughter from his brother.

Jazz brought them over to some sort of heater, standing near it to keep warm after the fight, when their heart rates would slow and cool them off to an uncomfortable point, “You know you two, you’ll uh, want to hose off with some solvent. It makes some mechs uncomfortable to see others covered in dried blood.” Sunstreaker almost howled as Breakdown pointed at him, “I knew it! I said it.” Prowl gives Jazz a very long and hard look, at which Jazz just shrugs, “They’ll be a lot like me when I first got here Prowler.” 

Someone cleared their throat behind the six of them, Prowl stood stock straight and turned, if a mech could go pale that is what Hound would have described it as, suddenly there was a quiet click in Hound’s ear and the next words said in their strange language flowed through the transmitter and adjusted to fit the tones before spreading out into well understandable English, “Well Jazz, are you going to introduced us to your friends?” A big red and blue mech stood with another equally large grey bot, shoulder to shoulder, covered in soot and the same pink stuff Sunstreaker had been splattered with, “Uh, yes sir, well, these are other pilots from Earth.” His voice almost got timid, that’s when Hound knew that these were likely who was really in charge, especially considering how few other mechs were now around them.

Having been around a few other mechs in the battle have given Hound a bit of perspective, it made their suits feel huge, especially when they often felt small in Vortex’s, now First Aid’s, shadow. These mecha though, they were big just for the sake of being big. Hound didn’t have to stare too far up, but still his head was tilted back to meet this one’s eye line. He stood still for a long moment before standing at parade rest, clearing his throat, “Sir, uh. We apologize for the, uh, heh, invasion.” Hound paused as the translator quickly worked its magic. Thank god for Preceptor and his bizarre ideas. Jazz’s head whipped to him, as did the others, all staring at the strange translation that came from his external speakers. 

“Where in the hell did you learn that?” Sideswipe leaned forward slightly, whispering as if those around them wouldn’t be able to hear, “Turn on the translator Preceptor installed, I’ve been running it all day so it could learn.” Hound whispered back, but seemingly kept eye contact with the two large mechs. One shifted and crossed his arms before speaking, “What brought you all here? Your comrade, or something else?” Hound tilted his head ever so slightly and glanced at Jazz, who had slunk to almost hide behind Prowl, he looked back to the grey mech and shook his head, “It’s complicated.” “Then uncomplicated it.” He opened his mouth again but the blue and red mech rested his hand on the others shoulder, “Let’s give them time to reacquaint with Jazz, you forget that five solar cycles seems much longer for them then for us.” The other grunted before turning and walking towards a group of mechs, all ranging in shades of purple, blue, and green. The one left smiled with his eyes, if a mech could do that, “He means no harm, he’s just, curious is all. Go refuel, take a moment to rest, then we can discuss how you arrive here.” Nodding, Hound turned to the crew, and motioned for them to go back.

Jazz was the first to speak up, “Come on, we’ve got a place to sit and fuel over here.” He points and slowly, they make their way off the decimated battlefield. 

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A/N

Wow, alright. I had an entirely different ending written for this part, but in all actuality that is now the ending of part nine I guess.

I was going to give myself 30 minutes to write today, and 2 and a half hours later I finished part eight. Of course, it never fails. 

At least I’ll have about half of part 9 done when I go to post this, so there is that. Also, I wrote this part from 8 till 10:30 at night so if there are major errors or any errors that you see, please let me know. 

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[carmenilla]

the only way you could argue that milkvan is endgame is if you claim the stranger things writers were bad at writing their relationship. because if they are endgame, it is bad writing. i’m not going to sit here and list out all the ways that they would be bad writing, i’m sure most of you already know. my point is that i really don’t think that’s what the writers are doing

why? because they’re literally good at writing every other romantic pair. they write real, genuine scenes between the other romantic pairs. they write real conflicts that aren’t just stupid fights or their whole relationship falling apart because one of them won’t say i love you. however, there is one exception to this, and that is steve and nancy. and we all know how that turned out

so you’re saying we’ve seen the writers be consistently good at writing relationships like the entire show except for when it comes to milkvan, which is the supposed “main ship”. yeah, no, i don’t buy it

it’s intentional. their relationship is shitty and not genuine for a reason. it’s going to crash and burn. they don’t work together. the best they’ve worked together is when they were friends, not dating

also, it’s actually fucking easy to not write milkvan the way the duffer brothers have written them. they could be poorly written but still clearly endgame - they could just not have these random conflicts that get so drawn out and have half-assed conclusions. they could literally just be boring and sappy and annoying. but they weren’t. the duffers keep making their relationship seem not genuine and making them act shitty as hell around each other and be bad partners for one another. they keep giving them “romantic” scenes but then making them weird as hell, such as el kissing mike in the s3 finale and mike being stiff as a damn board. bro didn’t even close his eyes like they wrote that into the fucking show.

nah, that shit’s intentional. milkvan is not gonna last

[prongsandpetals]

no one asked for this but i’m saying it anyway because i am tired of this grandpa.

i dont hate jegulus or their shippers. personally, it doesnt make sense to me and my moral compass trickles into fiction meaning i dont have much interest in any of the slytherins. it could also be the fact that when people would create oc’s for james in their fics 10 yrs ago and made lily a raging bitch id be fighting them all in the comments- a fight or flight response that now has spread to jegulus- but thats neither here nor there. it brings people joy and they are fictional characters, and it doesnt physically hurt anyone!

but there is something to be said about some of the less savoury implications it has had on the fandom. it feels as though jily is in its own subfandom sort of pushed to the side, leaving two mlm ships to dominate. unfortunately a lottt of female characters have been forgotten or pushed aside because of this. a lot of people who joined the fandom not that long ago either dont know or forget that this fandom was not built on either wolfstar (who i love), or jegulus. yes, they popularised them, but this fandom has revolved around jily for over 10 years. not to mention many of these fics were written from lilys pov, meaning there was so much more depth put into the girls characters. to erase this is to erase the fandoms history.

the diversifying of characters is something amazing that has come more recently with the popularisation of the fandom and thats one of the good parts!! however if someone still views aaron taylor johnson as their james, that doesn’t make them a racist - the man has been james since at least 2006.

another (smaller) thing ive seen is someone will post a song or a photo and attribute it to a jily moment with harry that we can realistically see happening canonically and a comment will say something along the lines of: “this but its how james felt when regulus (insert something that did not happen here)” idk if its the autism but god those always get me a little bit, especially when it includes harry.

similarly, it feels as though people who ship jily are assumed to be less progressive. as a lesbian jily shipper i can’t disagree more. just because a ship is a straight ship does not make it a bad ship - i think we can all agree there are so many amazing LGBTQ+ ships out there now for everyone to enjoy. it does feel quite strange to me to place the two characters who created the child that there are seven books about into different ships, but people like them so its chill!! but when its just complete eradication or discontent with the canon ship… ;(

i also think that to have jegulus be endgame (except aus), a lot of james’s insanely important character traits literally HAVE to be erased. his hatred for death eaters and fight for justice, his unending loyalty to his friends - especially sirius- his black and white view on right and wrong, all of these traits become warped and stretched when it comes to jegulus. of course there isnt much canon to go off of so when people disregard it entirely i can understand it to a degree. but when you erase the important canon points we have on their characters, we are basically just creating oc’s with real characters names.

another thing that i find irksome is the fetishisation of these mlm ships- if youre gonna ship two men together do it right!! why are you calling regulus a cute little baby victim and james a big strong protector!! let them be complex and messy or dont do it at all! not to mention the erasure of a lot of wlw ships... lowkey gives girl who has gay boy best friend that thinks lesbians are weird… anyways off topic! ive heard people say its not fetishisation, its because the female characters arent written with depth- that’s why people read jegulus and wolfstar! okay? go give the girls some depth? regulus is a character we basically know nothing about canonically and youve turned him into a fully fleshed character who is now a lot of peoples favourite - it can be done with the girls too. there is such emphasis placed on wolfstar and jegulus for their deep, tragic love stories - and the marauders friendship in general. the gryffindor girls are right there. dorlene is right there. marylene is right there.

and if it truly werent fetishisation, i would argue that it can be a romanticisation of toxic relationships. a lot of people dislike jily because there is no “angst”. the angst is fighting in a war at 21 years old. the angst is lily and james’s differing blood statuses and the implications this has on their lives. the angst is having a prophecy hanging over their unborn child’s head that forces them into hiding. the angst is being betrayed by their best friend, leading them to sacrifice themselves for their family and the wizarding world. the angst is literally right there, but because their relationship is healthy and happy- one of the only things in their lives that is not full of pain- they are deemed boring.

again, i dont hate jegulus. i especially dont dislike anyone who likes the ship and gets something out of it. but there is so much change this fandom has gone through since their introduction and popularisation that has made interacting with the fandom as a whole almost unbearable sometimes, and thats what i do hate.

all in all, multishippers definitely have the most fun.

[sunllghtt]

Hi are you up for a messy scene analysis thing

Ofc it's this scene who do you think I am

I've been wanting to do this for God knows how long but I never had the balls and neither the words to (still don't) but I wanna try to properly talk about this scene. My primal instinct is to sit here and tell you how much this 30 second scene changed the trajectory of these characters in the next movies, how it made their friendship grow and develop and how much of a storytelling lesson it is (oh the so so deep understanding you need to have of your characters to have them say things so vaguely and still express exactly what they mean). I could also go down the emotional and subjective road and ramble about how much it means to me and how I resonate with it, but I've done that at least 837382 times and I think everyone knows it by now 😭 so!!! Let's get to the real thing

(I'm trying to keep it as analytical and straightforward as possible but please note that this is my favorite scene that's ever existed so neutrality is not really a possibility)

Rocket is a brat. He's restless, he's loud, he's always puffing up his chest and yelling at someone and picking fights with the wind cuz it was blowing in a way he didn't like and he's just an overall bastard. In this scene, though, we see him inside out. His head is low, his shoulders are slumped, he has his tail between his knees and he looks tired. He speaks quietly (curiously like he doesn't want anybody else to hear him), he's not deliberately insulting anyone and he's just..... defeated??

Up until that point I don't think we ever got to see Rocket like that. From what the movies have shown us he'd never had to. But in the past few days that led to this, Rocket had stolen batteries for no apparent reason (which we'll later learn why💀), ruined their ship, got literally kidnapped by Ravagers, blew up a creepy planet-guy-thing and oh my god attended his friend's dad's funeral. At least half of these things were directly or indirectly his fault and he knows it.

I don't think he ever doubted it was (we see it earlier in the movie when the Guardians leave to "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac and Rocket scowls and winces like he either stepped in a pile of shit or got hit in the face by regret), but he still argued with Peter even knowing he was in the wrong just to keep up apparences or hold on to a little thread of pride when he was already feeling ashamed for being caught red-handed stealing shit he didn't need AND destroying their ship etc etc, and he just kinda fucked up big time. And I think that's (besides the general exhaustion of parenting a tree and fighting a planet and Yondu's death) is what got him so devastated in that scene.

Ofc Yondu played an extremely important role in that. He was the one to open Rocket's eyes, to give him some sort of reality check and show him the only thing isolation is ever gonna bring him is regret and bitterness (or, in other words, Yondu). Rocket is most of all hopeless and tired and just sad like that because he knows he hurt his friends. He knows he's chasing them away, that he yells at them, that he's always mean and that he steals batteries he doesn't need. He knows he's not awesome to put up with and seeing what happened to Yondu and his former friends probably made him terrified it'd happen to him and the Guardians too. He's stuck in this cycle of pushing them away with everything he can (and we could get into all his trauma regarding betrayal and death and literally endless other things but it's all very clear at this point) and he knows patience doesn't last forever. He's just scared, he feels bad and he's tired.

Now on the other hand we have Quill. He's also destroyed, he lost two fathers (3 if you count what Ego could've been, what he wanted him to be), basically relived his mother's death and had to watch literally every single one of them die. He's also scared and tired, yes, but all he has left is this unstable family of weird idiots who are learning how to show care and he's... pretty much fine with it. He wants it.

And when what Rocket's saying clicks, when he realizes who he's talking about, Quill, who's usually all smirks and teasing and bickering and name-calling, looks at his best friend like this,

because

(From vol 2 script!! Won't even try to comment on that last part before Quill's last line but I also really like that Peter just "shakes his head" over and over like he's just barely listening until he realizes what Rocket really means cuz it also shows a lot about his character. He's naturally a little slow and downright stupid when it comes to this kind of hidden emotional thing and he's also exhausted and depressed from everything that happened and STILL he stops and just. Sees Rocket, and sees Yondu.)

He's not doing well. He's probably sore and hurt and sad and miserable and yet he takes his sweet time to look down at Rocket, let go of his resentment from before and see right through him. In order to understand this scene it's important to remember he most likely doesn't know what Yondu told Rocket at all, he doesn't know anything they said to each other and how Yondu showed him they're mirrors. He doesn't know any of that. He just knows his best friend and his father and how much they resemble each other. He puts up with Rocket's bullshit because he knows how to deal with Yondu.

He could've just ignored him or pretended he didn't know what he was talking about. He could've made Rocket swallow his pride and "teach him a lesson" by making him say what he means without hiding behind metaphors and vague self-deprecation, because Rocket was probably vulnerable and defeated enough to be honest in that moment. And yet, he just looks at his friend, who's usually a loud and mean and restless brat, and is now staring at the floor with his ears droopy and his tail between his knees, and just says, as a form of reassurance and tenderness that's just as subtle and shy as Rocket's insecurities, "Well, of course not."

(The kind and soft and sweet DETERMINATION on his face tho like no!!! No we're not ditching you even though you suck I'm!!! Serious!!!!)

[gothamite-rambler]

Tim's and Konnor first kiss

Context: This is just my headcanon where Tim did date Konnor, it didn't work out and then later when he fully realized he was bisexual and reconnected with Bernard he started dating him. Because why pick on ship when you can have both and write ship script fics about it? Plus I do secretly headcanon Tim as being the opposite of Jason and he's great at dating and flirting even when he's being a nerd. Tim is the third Robin and has been questioning his sexuaility, but finds himself attracted to both genders and he has though Konnor was foine! Issue is while Konnor has been out of the closet for a few years, Tim isn't sure the superhero would want to be with him. So he shoots his shot, will he get that kiss?

Red Robin yawned as Konnor Kent discussed the plan to sneak into LexCorp. Though he usually managed three to four hours of sleep, sometimes exhaustion crept in. Still, he wasn't complaining—he was next to Konnor. The boy's effervescent energy always kept him focused.

Konnor (eagerly): If we go here, here, and here, we can drop down there and take them out. That way, we get everything squared away.

Robin glanced over the blueprints Konnor had drawn himself and nodded.

Robin (genuine): Good plan.

Konnor (surprised): That's it?

Robin (casually): Yeah. Were you expecting me to say something else?

Konnor (confused): You usually pick apart other plans, and by the end of it, the whole thing is changed. You do a good job at that—don’t get me wrong—but there’s nothing you want to fix on mine?

Robin chuckled, resting his arm on the table.

Robin (light-hearted): For others, I would, but yours has a lot of thought put into it, and you know Lex's buildings better than I do. It's a solid plan.

Konnor (smiling softly): I mean, I’m not just some dumb guy who can fly and is super strong. I have layers. Some people misunderstand that about me. I can be really good at planning, too. Thanks, Robin.

Tim (smiling): No one else is around, dude. You can call me Tim.

Konnor (perking up): Seriously? Cool! I felt weird saying "Robin" at times. "Tim Drake" is a more badass name.

Tim (smiling, sweet tone): Konnor isn't bad either.

Konnor (curious): Really? I always hated my name.

Tim (shrugging): You have a good name, regardless of the connotations it has. And I agree, you're not dumb—there are many great things about you.

Konnor (raising an eyebrow with a knowing smile): Tim, are you coming on to me?

Tim sat back, resting his arms behind his head.

Tim (coy tone): Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.

Konnor: Hm, all right. If I said you're attractive to me and I've been wanting to kiss you for months since coming out, what would your response be?

Tim chuckled, sitting up straight and scooching his chair closer to Konnor.

Tim: I'd say I've been feeling the same about you.

Konnor pouted, tapping his fingers on the table, contemplating whether this was Tim being truthful. He could hear the man's heartbeat slightly speeding up, but he wasn't sure if it was infatuation or deception.

Konnor (slightly dejected tone): I'm not going to lie, I'm worried this is a dumb trick you're pulling on me.

Tim tilted his head, his tired eyes reflecting confusion.

Tim: Hm? Why would you think that?

Konnor: Because you're straight, right? You were with Stephanie. Heck, I've even met your girlfriend before you got involved with Steph, and I'd rather not be your 'experiment.'

Konnor glanced at his blueprints, trying to concentrate on the mission rather than dwelling on the painful possibilities of "what if." However, he couldn’t help but notice Tim's expression shift from coy to anxious.

Tim (worry in his tone): No, no, no, you're not an experiment or anything like that. I'm not sure what I like because my brain isn't saying I only like women, but I don’t only like men. I—

Tim sighed, covering his eyes in embarrassment. Konnor turned in his chair to face his friend and took his hand gently.

Tim (softly): I met up with this old friend from high school, and after saving him as Robin and being with him… I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to be close to him like I was with a woman... but then he left. Then I noticed I felt that way for a while and when I see you, and I want that same thing. I still like women, but I… what am I?

Konnor chuckled, softly rubbing the top of Tim's hand.

Konnor (sympathetic tone): I went through something similar when I realized this when I came out. You might be bi, dear boy. Are… you okay?

Tim (sighing while keeping his head down): Yeah.

Konnor: Good, because you look like you've been holding that secret in for a long time. If I'm right, I don't want to assume anything. Sexuality is a weird spectrum, but I'm getting the feeling you aren't just straight or gay.

Tim (hesitantly): You're… right. It seems… It is... I mean... I am bisexual, I think.

Konnor smiled warmly.

Konnor: I'm here if you want to talk or… kiss. Both work.

Tim chuckled, taking his hand back to remove his eye mask.

Tim: I thought you didn't want that. I want to do that, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable; I really want to kiss you, but… I don’t know. God, I can't think of the right choice.

Konnor (softly): Since it's not a trick and you opened up to me, I feel more… reclined to let you have your first kiss with the perfect superhuman.

Tim smirked, trying to glare playfully at Konnor.

Tim: You know "inclined" is the right word, and that’s a bit of an ego trip… but no one else is here.

Konnor nodded, and Tim sighed, leaning in. Their lips met quickly at first, but Konnor pulled him back for a deeper kiss that left Tim stunned. His cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson, his eyes widening in surprise as he momentarily froze. His arms stayed at his sides for a heartbeat, but as they parted for a breath, Tim kissed Konnor again, feeling the man's hand rest gently against his neck.

Tim placed his hand on Konnor’s hip, pulling him closer and taking in a shaky breath. As the initial shock wore off, warmth spread through him, instinctively leaning into the kiss and melting into the connection between them.

He kept kissing Konnor, feeling his heartbeat race as the seconds slipped by. Feeling Tim's steady breath against his lips sent tingles down Konnor's spine. He lightly gripped Tim's arm, drawing him closer, feeling the undeniable strength and warmth radiating off him. In that moment, nothing else mattered; the world around them faded into a blur.

Tim's lips were soft yet confident, as if he were exploring the depths of Konnor’s emotions with every lingering brush. Konnor tightened his fingers around Tim's arm, pulling him in even closer, as if trying to fuse their bodies together.

As they broke apart, Konnor's breath mingled with Tim's, both panting slightly from the rush of adrenaline. Tim looked at him with an expression that blended surprise and something deeper, almost tender.

Then Tim promptly fell forward, his eyes rolling back in his head. Konnor caught him, letting his friend rest on his chest to prevent him from sliding onto his lap.

Konnor (jokingly): Yeah, don't want anyone walking in if you landed on my legs. I didn't know my kiss was that powerful.

Tim (dazed): To be fair, you're the first man I've kissed.

Konnor (fist pumping): All right!

Tim sat up and sighed happily, then covered his eyes in embarrassment, shaking his head.

Tim: Does this get ea—s

Konnor (interrupting): I'm gonna stop you there. When I came out as bi, it felt like I left this confined space; it made sense. I felt free, but that's just the beginning. Dating is the difficult part, but we can talk about that after the mission. We can go to the KFC combination Taco Bell afterward.

Tim (laughing): Is that a date?

Konnor returned to reviewing his blueprints but kept a sly smile on his face as he glanced at Tim.

Konnor: It can be, but LexCorp first.

Tim nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. The realization that he was bisexual felt surreal but in a good way. Konnor was right; it felt freeing. While he still had a lot to learn about himself, it felt good to have an answer.

[angy-grrr]

spoilers for chapter 429

idk if you guys remember but ochako does have parallels with All Might, specifically as the side who saves. It’s not that he feels the same for them both or something like that, they serve to represent the type of heroism he naturally goes to; his friend is not his love interest, from his perspective she’s out there having a crisis over not being able to save her, and Izuku reminds her that she is a hero bc she is his hero -she saved him multiple times, and she should be able to feel like a proper hero.

This conversation is not about the nature of their relationship, is about heroism; Izuku relates to a conflict between being a hero who saves and failing to save someone, and doesn’t want to see Ochako ending spiraling because she couldn’t also fulfill that role as expected. She’s his hero not because he loves her romantically -he’s a nerd I’m sure he would be way more nervous and blushing if he was confessing anything he thought was romantic- but because she’s able to go and do what All Might does to Izuku, save him physically and emotionally.

He knows she hides her feelings in order to not be a burden, yet he doesn’t talk about his own feelings outside of his guilt in heroics -what does he feel about losing OFA? About his own failures? About the people he personally lost? He can’t talk for others and claim Ochako is everyone’s hero, but he can speak for himself, and that’s his personal perspective -she is a hero to him, she’s his hero. And then the class appears to make sure she’s able to get support and understand she’s not alone, and she’s important to them too.

but Izuku doesn’t get support. Izuku cries a little and talks a little about himself, but he doesn’t get supported. If this was meant to be romantic, I don’t understand why he would hold back what’s inside of him.

the end of the chapter reveals that boy is going to be helped by that woman who regretfully ignored Tenko, and they both witness it and are happy about it while hearing izuku inspired that change, and iida wonders what’s up with them -this is the conclusion to their relationship. In their hearts these two are saviors who struggle to be heroes who save others, and they are happy there are appearing more people who want to be heroes like them. Heroes who save. Save like All Might.

That grandma for example, interpreting the narrative as what I think is intended, would be that boy’s All Might; she’s his hero.

Izuku and Ochako are heroes who save, and Deku is here to remind her at least she did save him many times, that she is still a hero because she is his hero. I don’t believe is meant to be interpreted as romantic, not that Izuku sees that phrase as it neither -after all, he said he does want to be like All Might and feels good to imitate him, but he doesn’t love him.

Ochako’s All Might hair moment, the parallels with Toshinori telling him he can be a hero, the trying to save from black suffocating quirks, the we can do it and do your best…

Do I need to remind you heroes arent a romantic thing for Izuku Midoriya?

[sunsetzer]

On one hand, I want a final fantasy 6 remake, because the game is criminally underrated and the amount of fan content (which is all absolutely fantastic btw) is Not Enough for my neurodivergent, hyperfixating brain.

On the other hand, that would inevitably encourage more people to join the fandom, which would be great, except it seems these days the bigger a fandom gets the more toxic it becomes, and I really like what we have going on over here in our little corner. We all just love the game and its characters and nobody fights about who should and shouldn't date who or who you shouldn't like because they're ~problematique~. Nobody's trying to make one ship morally better than another, nobody's calling anyone names or threatening to doxx people who don't agree with their opinions. It's so peaceful and I love that for us. We're just vibing. Moisturized. Unbothered. In our lane. Flourishing.

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨

[nenoname]

while the only redeeming quality of love god really is the stan joke, it does emphasize how bad mabel is at matchmaking and also how much romance sucks actually

[lith-myathar]

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[longagoitwastuesday]

Going through the Utahim.e tag had me checking several times if at some point I had clicked on the G.ojo/Utahim.e one instead

[jmgangel]

Take me back to when people were shipping Amaya and Gabriella enemies to lovers.

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

hate how im now at a point where im legit like kicking my legs and grinning like an idiot over fictional characters SEND HELP