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if-found-return-to-gusu · 4 years ago

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Drunken Shenanigans

(First off, sorry that this isn’t broken up into parts. I don’t know. Maybe you guys prefer it in one long chunk anyway? Well whatever. I’m too lazy RN but let me know your preference maybe for future stories? Cuz like. Y’all know how long winded I am.)

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FUCK OKAY JUST

FUCKING DO IT WEI YING

ENOUGH PUTTING OFF THINGS.

I want to tell things in order. Or as close as I can remember. But I’m gonna be honest. The fire fucked me up. And I know that each story brings me closer to having to talk about it.

But I think I have to talk about it.

Let’s see. Drunk Lan Zhan.

I WANT to talk about that because in retrospect it was fucking hilarous.

But I haven’t been able to because I’m just all sorts of fucked up right now.

But I think a way to get me less fucked up is to just start unwinding the pieces.

And honestly, writing helped before so I think it’ll help now.

It’s just that starting has been difficult.

So I’m just gonna rip off the bandage.

I’m just gonna start.

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So it was Friday. Fuck. Already a month ago?? Jesus I’m late.

Okay A month ago today. Friday.

Let me gather my thoughts.

What was I doing? I think I was at home. Doesn’t really matter.

I got a text from Lan Zhan. Not completely unusual, but I knew he’d had plans to meet his family earlier. I think I was surprised that he was texting me so early in the evening? I remember expecting to hear from him later..

Er.. no wait I think I was going to text him around 9. To at least check in on him and wish him a good night. But he texted me first.

I’m scrolling back through my phone. What exactly did he text? I know it was like… wrong right away.

Oh yeah. It was my name 3 times in a row. Or almost. The first two times were mistyped. And then after he got it right he apologized for the misspellings.

I asked him what was wrong and…. String of martini glass emojis? Oh man he was GONE already wasn’t he?

SO obviously I booked it over there. Remember going through a few different apps to figure out which company would get me there the fastest because I sure as shit wasn’t gonna leave him there alone.

Looking back maybe I should have called someone else? His brother could have gotten there faster. I think I didn’t want him to worry. I figured if this was the state that Lan Zhan was in after meeting with his uncle, then Lan Xichen probably wasn’t in the best state either.

I should have checked up on him too but I didn’t. I was too worried about Lan Zhan.

I really should have checked in on him.

Maybe it’s not too late? Who takes care of Lan Xichen when Lan Zhan is fucked up?

Okay that’s not right. Fucked up isn’t right. Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan has issues, I know he does. After all he is, surprisingly enough, still human. But he manages them so much better than I do.

I’m fucked up. Not him.

So let’s rephrase. Who helps Lan Xichen when his little brother is also upset? I know he was, is?, dating Jin GuangYao? Though he doesn’t talk about it much. I’ve met the man in passing a couple times. Doesn’t seem the most comforting.

Though I guess there’s DaGe too. I remember he took pretty good care of him at my birthday.

Is it wrong to want to make Lan Xichen split up with Jin Guangyao so that I can set him up with DaGe? I just think they’d be cute together.

Ah not that I’m in any place to do that. See above; I’m fucked up. I should untangle my own love life before I try to poke holes in someone else’s.

And… maybe I shouldn’t be talking about these things on my blog?

Ah fuck it. I’ve said more personal stuff here already and none of you know anyone I’m talking about anyway except Ghosty and… Idk. I trust Ghosty.

Can’t help it. I just trust them.

Anyway

Anywaaaaayyyyy where was I?

Fuck these tangents. Are they worse than before? Or have I always been like this? I should re-read my old posts but somehow I’m scared to. I don’t want to look at where I was right now. I feel like so much has happened… am I even that person?

I don’t know why looking back scares me. Probably old defense mechanisms. Probably why I can’t remember anything before I was 10 too. Mmm. I should look back. I don’t want to forget.

But I think I’m afraid that I’ll… I don’t know… Either miss or hate who I was. If I miss who I was what will I do? I can’t go back to it. You can’t go back to what you were.

But if I hate who I was…. Well I hate who I am so I guess there isn’t much difference….

Shelf that.

Fuck. My complaining about going off on tangents became a tangent.

Where Was I???

Okay. So I carted my ass over to Lan Zhan’s, thinking not for the first time that maybe I should just fucking learn how to drive???????????

But whatever. I got there pretty quick.

I knocked on the door, heard some concerning bangs and then silence.

Knocked again and called out his name.

Think I heard him again… swearing????? But it was muffled so I can’t be sure.

Shame.

Haha

So I decided to do what he told me to do before and just use my damn key.

I mean… it’s not breaking and entering right? And besides. He texted me. That… meant he wanted to see me right? At the very least even if he didn’t it was for his sake. Totally not at all because I was curious what he’s like when he’s drunk.

Nope. Not a factor. Purely just wanted to make sure he was okay. Absolutely innocent.

(You know that’s a lie. I REALLY wanted to see what he’s like when he’s drunk. But I DID also want to make sure he was okay. So really, win win. Or… True neutral in intent? IDK but I think they cancel each other out.)

So I very carefully opened the door and peered inside to find…. An empty apartment.

The lights were off in the entry way, but I could see something down the hall and around the corner. Turns out that he was in the living room with a lamp and a bit of a mess.

He’d knocked over the bottle of wine when I knocked. Apparently I startled him? And then when I knocked again… ???

I’m not sure.

But he was somehow tangled in his own pant legs? They were comfy pants and a bit flowy and his foot got stuck in the other leg? I don’t know how it happened and clearly neither did he. And he’d toppled over and… apparently had given up.

So clearly my coming over was the correct call.

(Sorry Lan Zhan. I know you’ll never read this and never know but… this was just too precious to keep to myself. I promise I won’t embarrass you TOO much but there needs to be a documentation of your drunken hijinks. SangSang please don’t tell him. ;w;)

So about this point. I decided that instead of helping him, I was going to call out to you guys to ask for help.

I don’t know why? I was panicking.

So I posted Help.

And then went to untangle him.

Managed to fix his pants (don’t think too hard about that one) and get him sitting properly. He just kinda blinked slowly at me and kept silent the entire time. ????

Like okay looking at his face you’d never know the guy was trashed. But the guy was TRASHED.

I asked him how much he’d had and he just held up a finger.

One.

One what??

A glass? A bottle? A keg?

I looked over at the jug that had tipped over and tried to gauge how much he’d had. I don’t know if the bottle had been full or not when he started. I don’t think I’d left any half-empty? But he may have shared with another guest? I wouldn’t have been surprised if he kept some on hand for SangSang too. Not just me. It’s good wine.

Well either way. With how much was now spilled on the table and floor, and how much was in the bottle… I’m guessing… he had no idea and was bullshitting me how much he’d had.

So there’s that.

He had enough alcohol for one drunk. Got it.

Well didn’t matter. Either way he was sloshed. I suppose this is karma (I know that’s not how karma works) for when I got drunk off my ass in front of him before. Ah well.

You know… speaking of karma…. Like what kind of fucked up karma do I have? Like I must have just been a DEMON in my previous life. What the fuck did I do? Massacre a ton of people? Raise the dead? FUCK. Well whatever I did. Thanks a lot past life me. You’re a DICK.

Anyway.

I went to get a cloth to mop up the mess. While I was wiping everything down he disappeared.

I posted on my blog again because I have shit priorities, and then went to find him.

He was in the kitchen. After turning on every single light. His head was completely in the fridge.

I called out to him, because what the fuck? And he stood up and blinked at me again. Except now he was holding a package of skinless chicken breast??? For some reason?????

Why did he even have that Probably was planning to make it for me the next day since that was our Saturdate. He doesn’t eat much meat so it wouldn’t make sense for him to have so much.

But okay

He just held it out to me and said my name.

???????

Just.. standing in the kitchen with ALL the lights on with the fridge hanging open offering me skinless chicken breast in its neat little vacuum sealed packaging.

So uh… Like what do you do with that?

I asked him what he was doing and he just pushed the package at me, asking if it was good?

I mean they looked fine. Lan Zhan always buys good stuff. And this stuff was clearly bought fresh and then wrapped up by himself. He’s got a vacuum sealer thing. So like it’s not even stuff from the grocery store? He probably got it from a humane butcher. Because he does his research on EVERYTHING.

So like… yeah?? They were good? And I like chicken.

So I just kinda nodded and said yeah they’re good. And so he pushed the meat at me again and said it was all for me?

So um.. I don’t know if he was asking me to cook it? I asked him if he wanted me to cook it and he looked confused.

And fair. I mean I was confused too. No one wants me to cook. Everyone always complains. They just don’t appreciate the culinary genius that is me.

But Lan Zhan looked at me, then the chicken, and seemed to be in the deepest thought.

“Let’s put this in the fridge and we can eat it tomorrow, yeah?” I suggested, trying to take the meat from him and edge to the fridge at the same time.

Apparently this was incorrect as he yanked it away from me and started towards the stove?????

I got to him just in time to stop him from turning it on.

Like okay Lan Zhan is an amazing chef. And he’s got a NICE kitchen. But the stove is a gas one. You know the one with open flame? And like

THe man had just dumped have a container of Emperor’s Smile on himself???

Like fuck. So I think I screamed.

Because Fuck. No. Lan Zhan was NOT going to cook for me while drunk off his ass.

I remember lunging at him and like pulling all the knobs off of the stove so he couldn’t turn it on. He glared at me with this.. this …. POUT. omg it was adorable.

But NOT adorable enough for me to give him back the stove knobs. He tried to grab them but I put them in my pocket.

And then he tried to grab them again which is danger zone no no for SO MANY REASONS ;asldkfjsa;lkfaslkfjsd;lkfjas;dkfj;lafkjk

So I took his hands

And put on my best most adorable pleading expression and asked him to please let us have it tomorrow? Because I really wanted to eat it tomorrow. He stared at me again, binked, then slowly nodded and put the chicken… in the cupboard.

So I asked him if he wanted to watch a movie or something instead. He didn’t answer (How is drunk Lan Zhan even more quiet than sober Lan Zhan? How is it possible?) but he didn’t like protest or anything.

So I asked him if he wanted to pick something out and I’d come in in just a minute for him to surprise me with whatever he selected.

He nodded at that. Mumbled something that sounded like “for Wei Ying.” or something and stumbled off.

I took a moment to breathe and update the blog again before putting the chicken in the fridge. Contemplated hiding the knives and stove knobs somewhere where Lan Zhan couldn’t get to them, but that seemed a bit much. So I put the knobs back on and went to see what Lan Zhan was doing.

He was….

Drinking….

More….

Again.

So I updated my blog again????? What the fuck is wrong with me?

Well I did stop him again. I grabbed the bottle and just took it. Downed the whole jar so that he couldn’t have any more.

Maybe not the best option? But I had eaten dinner for once and I’m actually not a lightweight. (That one time was a fluke. Like it seriously was) so it was fine. Not like I was driving home anyway.

And besides maybe it’d help me get on his level? IDK. It was stupid but then so am I. And it was just a shame to dump it all out so down the hatch it went.

It was at this point that I realized that Lan Zhan was still wearing the clothes he’d spilled all over. I suggested he go change into something clean. He seemed to find logic in this and stumbled off to his room.

Did NOT shut the door but that’s okay. It was down the hall and I couldn’t really… SEE anything unless I went further into the hall myself.

Tempting but I was a good boy and resisted.

Thats when things got quiet… too quiet (see post I’d made about it being quiet).

I went to go check on him to find that he was stripped to his boxers, with his pants around his ankles. He was looking in his closet, probably trying to find out what suit to wear???

But when I entered he stumbled back, slammed the door shut and toppled feet over head to the floor!!

Man he’s jumpy when he’s drunk.

I helped him to rights and was actually so distracted that I didn’t realize that he was practically naked for like 2 whole seconds!!

(I’m pretty sure Lan Zhan isn’t a mortal, no matter what I said earlier in this very post about him being a human. No human being has the right to be that fucking cut??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

It is NOT fair.

FUck. )

WELL being a responsible and reasonable adult (lol) I decided I would help this drunk toddler of a man get dressed. I dug through his pajama drawer and pulled out something soft and fluffy. Hoped that it’d be more appealing to him if it was super super comfy. Started to hand it to him, but then figured fuck it. Probably better to just do it myself.

Managed to keep my eyes and hands to myself as I helped him. Very proud.

He let me do this without complaint. He was very good. He lifted his arms up when I told him to and his legs. Ended up putting my face WAY too close to his hips but I looked at the wall the entire time so it was fine.

Fine. It was fine. We’re fine. I’m fine. It’s fine.

Fuck I’m a mess.

Okay what happened next. He was good. Sat like a good boy. Got him dressed (thank you A-Yuan for giving me practice? Did not think this was a life skill i’d be needing now that you’re growing up and can do your own buttons but guess life likes to throw them curve balls. Either way. A-Yuan m’boy. I owe you a solid.)

(Also do NOT miss changing your diaper. Fuck)

ANyway

NO TANGENTS. (that’s a lie. There will be more tangents. Whatever.)

SO Lan Zhan was dressed like a human again. Somehow even drunk of his ass he looks like some sort of adonis. Not fair.

Uh.

Oh yeah. I got up and was gonna step away and he grabbed me.

Not like hard? But really firm. Grabbed my arm and said “no.”

No what? No to the pajamas? No to the bunny slippers? No????

I asked him what he was saying no to and he just said no again and pulled me closer.

“Lan Zhan Lan Zhan” I chided, “You’re being unreasonable. I got you all dressed and you were being so good but now I try to get up and you say no and stop me? What are you wanting? Do you not like these pajamas? Do you want me to dress you in something else?”

I remembered him looking at the closet and decided to be a little shit. I was gonna pretend I was gonna grab one if his suits to dress him in that instead. (No way I was going through that effort. Just wanted to prove a point that the PJ’s were much more comfy.)”

“Alright. Why don’t we change into something else? I know you like wearing suits. Or well, /I/ like when you wear suits. So let’s go get one.”

He started to relax his grip and I got up again, but then 2 steps to the closet he seemed to panic and grabbed me again.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and sat back down on the bed with me mostly in his lap?????

Okay Trying to keep myself pure here. I’m a good boy. Who was not going to take advantage of my best friend while he was drunk off his ass. Good boy. Think of ANYTHING else but being in his lap.

And of course. THis meant. I had to run my mouth.

“OH? So you DON’T want a suit? Well then you should just be happy in those pajamas. As nice as you look in a suit I think they’re much more comfortable. The pajamas that is. Unless you’d rather be naked. But that--”

Anddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

He covered my mouth.

I tried to twist to look at him but he wouldn’t let me.

I tried to protest against his hand but he wouldn’t let go.

So I examined my options and decided the only course was to lick him.

So I did.

Because I have had a brother and that always got me out when Jiang Cheng actually managed to pin me.

Worked like a charm this time too. Lan Zhan dropped me like I was made of fire.

Maybe I should have been offended???? But I was too busy laughing.

He stared at his hand in what had to be horror. I calmed down enough to offer to wipe it off for him but he just pulled it in to his chest protectively.

“Oh come one. I’m not gonna lick it again! I said wipe it off! Clean it. Fuck I’ll wash ‘em with soap if you want. Dear goodness it’s not like I’ve got fucking cooties or something.”

He stared at his hand again and pouted, seemingly not sure what he wanted to do.

I reached out gently again and he pulled away again. Clearly not down for touching anymore.

So I huffed and said fine.

“You just go to bed or something then. I’ll leave you alone if you’re just gonna get all grumpy at me.”

So I started to leave. And he tried to grab me again???????????????????????????????????

Does he want to be touched or not? Or maybe he just wanted to do the touching now that I look back on it.

Well at the time I just kinda leapt out of the way and complained he wasn’t being fair changing his mind about what he wanted every 2 seconds. Quite unreasonable.

And somehow….

This ended with us chasing each other around the house???

Admittedly that part’s a bit of a blur. It started with him chasing me and then somehow we switched and I ended up chasing him?

Oh yeah. I think I thought he was going back to the kitchen or something and I panicked and tackled him onto the couch. That’s when I sat on him to keep him there and posted about it again while I caught my breath.

He just let himself lay face down on the couch, his face pressed into the pillow completely. Both a blessing and a curse because I don’t know what I was thinking at the time. I dont’ know what I would have done if he’d pouted at me again. Licked him again?? But a curse because that meant all I had to focus on was how thicc his ass was. Like I was sitting on it.

And it is a COMFY perch. Gotta say. Like fuck. This man is perfect in every way.

NOT. THE. POINT.

KEEP MIND. AWAY FROM THAT. YOU DON’T NEED THIS RIGHT NOW. ESPECIALLY THINKING ABOUT THINGS THIS WAY WHEN YOU KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO BE SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED AS HIM AGAIN TONIGHT.

(DON’T @ ME WE JUST SHARE A BED. OKAY? IT MAKES US BOTH FEEL BETTER AND IT’S FINE. IT’S FINE. WE’RE FINE. I’M FINE. IT’S FINE. I’LL TELL YOU ABOUT THAT MORE LATER BUT JUST.. IT’S FINE OKAY? IT’S FINE. TRUST ME. COMPLETELY NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT IT. IT’S OKAY TO CUDDLE YOUR BROS. I MEAN IT’S A BIT COMPLICATED SEEING AS I’M IN LOVE WITH HIM BUT WE BOTH AGREED THAT THE KISS MEANT NOTHING SO WE’RE FINE.

FUCK.. okay I’ll get back to this in a minute because I made myself cry again.

Hold on.

Okay I’m back. And I’m actually fine now. Just a little bit of heartache. It flares up if I think about it so I just don’t think about it.

So sometimes when it sneaks up on me like that it just causes a little bit of a panic. We’re fine though. It’s passed and we’re fine.

Where was I? Where was I…. um… oh yeah. Sitting on that juicy ass--- um.. Sitting on Lan Zhan to keep him on the couch where it was safe and cushioned.

It worked for a bit. But apparently only because he wanted it to.

Somehow I forgot that the man can bench a fucking truck? So he just did a push up with me on his back while on the couch (Have you tried to do pushups on a cushioned surface? Please do not do this. Make sure you exercise on sturdy, solid surfaces or you will roll your wrists or something and I will not be held responsible for unsafe workout practices.)

SO Lan Zhan just pushed both of us up and I tumbled right off like I was made of fucking feathers.

No idea what he was planning to do.

At first he seemed worried about me because I tumbled. Which I think broke his train of thought away from what he’d originally planned? Or did he even have a plan to begin with?

FUck who knows. Not me!

Well anyway

I had a bold stroke of genius. Because how does Lan Zhan get me to stay put?

So I told him to sit and wait because I had a surprise for him and that I’d be really sad if he didn’t do it.

So he immediately assumed the lotus position and closed his eyes. Coulda been a fucking statue.

I stared for a second but then remembered he was drunk as FUCK and I had no time. So I rushed off and grabbed Bichen and Suibian so I could dump ‘em in his lap.

Fucking worked like a charm. Suibian didn’t stay too long because she always prefers my lap (aaaaaaaaaaaah my heart) but Bichen will always stay put when plopped on Lan Zhan’s lap. (I feel ya, li’l buddy. If I could get away with it I’d live there too).

Told him that he needed to be nice and calm for the bunnies and he nodded so seriously. He started to pet Bichen so carefully it was so sweet. The little bun flopped over right away. She loves her Lan Zhan so much. (Same)

Decided to try and get him to talk to me once he’d been quiet for a little while. I asked him what started all this anyway.

At first he said that he wanted to learn to be more tolerant to alcohol so that he could drink with me

Which is so fucking sweet but does not explain why he went so hard into it.

And I knew he’d seen his uncle earlier that day. So I pressed.

I won’t tell you all that he told me. But yeah. Family is complicated man.

But that part of the story.. That’s his story. I’m not sure if he even wants ME to know about it, so I’m definitely not telling you guys. Sorry. But please try to understand.

We talked for a long while and eventually he ended up falling asleep. I very carefully moved the bunnies to their pen, then picked him up and carried him off to bed too.

There’s something surreal about princess carrying Lan Zhan. Not gonna lie.

I wasn’t willing to leave him alone in case he woke up again so I just climbed into bed with him. Wrapped him up in my arms to make sure I’d wake up if he tried to leave (hopefully).

But he slept through the night.

It wasn’t until morning that he lurched out of bed and booked it to the bathroom. Poor guy.

I will never try to get him to drink again. With mornings that awful it’s just not worth it. Though admittedly he’d probably do okay if he just didn’t drink as MUCH as he did. Make I’ll get him a Mikes Hard? I know from talking to him since then that the wanting to be able to share a drink with me was genuine even if it wasn’t the only reason he was drinking. So maybe we can ease him into it. I mean Mikes hards are so weak that they may as well be virgin drinks so that should be safe?

I’ll talk to him about it later.

Anyway. I took care of him all morning and he was so miserable. (Even got to carry him again. He was so worn out he barely protested).

I brought him back to bed with some aspirin and some water. I should have made him drink some the previous night but I guess with how crazy that night was maybe I can be forgiven for that at least.

I gave him some kisses on his face because at that point it was our thing??? (Because… what were we??? Well now we’re back to just friends I think. After… after the kiss that meant nothing.)

Fuck.

Okay don’t think about it. We were… we were something… but now we’re just friends. And that’s just… how it is. Because i fucked up. Because of course I fucked up.

I let him take a nap and watched something trashy on TV. Eventually he shlumped out of bed (as much as Lan Zhan ever schlumps which is not a lot) and crashed onto the couch next to me.

We talked some more and he tried to apologize to me. I wasn’t gonna hear it. I got a bit of a more sober re-telling of the reason he was drinking and I did my part to listen.

Despite how much I talk, I can actually listen if the occasion calls for it! Surprising, I know.

We went to bed again eventually after watching more garbage TV together.

And uh.. Yeah…

That’s the adventures of Drunk Lan Zhan.

Sorry I know some of the details are probably wrong. It’s been a while and a lot happened. But yeah. That’s more or less it.

#wangxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #wei ying #wei wuxian #Long Post #(Modern AU!)

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normal-thoughts-official · 5 years ago

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more malec livewatch, everyone! i decided to start making the posts separately instead of keeping reblogging the same one over and over because i don’t want to drive everyone crazy with that gigantic fucking post. you can read the first ones here and i’ll keep updating the posts to lead to the next ones i guess. also im tagging it malec livewatch for those who want to avoid this nonsense

so let’s brave pre-wedding episode 12 i guess

oh boy.... we’re gonna do it... we’re gonna experience the Maximum Cringe

the special effects are so BAD odaijsdoaj when he summons the wine into Alec’s hand it’s just...... god

“we never finished our conversation” i mean you were the one who finished it magnus so wtf are you going on about

“it’s about family, tradition, honor” yeah we get it zuko boi duoahsiudhdiusa

really tho like he’s so clearly just.... reciting it. taking some shit out off the top of his head about how it’s the right thing and it’s sad tbh

he clearly kinda already has a script too? like “you and I understand marriage very differently” he says it right off the bat, he’s been thinking it over and hghgghgh

magnus goes near alec and alec swallows immediately and magnus ain’t even making a move to touch him yet. just diuahsdah it’s so obvious how hard he’s trying to hold back here

“you’re confusing me” is like the only thing he says the whole scene that sounds genuine

he’s paying so much attention to magnus’ dumb little speech about what love feels like too like. he’s trying to hold back but he’s very clearly pulled in, and i don’t even think it’s by magnus specifically (i mean obviously cuz have you seen him) but because he... kind of wants to hear it, kind of wants magnus to give him some golden argument that will make his whole resolution shatter. except he doesn’t because he doesn’t know what he’ll do then, but he’s still hoping for something and it’s sad

like how magnus clearly pauses like he’s waiting for alec’s reaction too, like. alec makes to leave and magnus doesn’t go after him, but he speaks, and alec stops. only when alec stops he gets closer. only when alec looks at him, clearly waiting to hear more, does he begin to talk again. i dig that even if most of this scene is kinda ugh to me

i hate how he uses his magic tho like what’s the point?? like yes i know that magic “can’t create feelings” but still dauhdsa it kinds feels like he’s cheating or trying to manipulate alec or something and i’m.. not into how the whole thing is done

oof hate how alec says “this is all just a game to you, isn’t it?” like bitch you know damn well it’s not like he’s putting himself at risk and showing you so much vulnerability and i hate how he goes for the whole “oh magnus doesn’t care about anything he’s just a seductive lothario” narrative in here lowkey. like i know he’s just trying to distance himself and he doesn’t fully believe it but... aaaaa i hate it

and he’s so HURT by alec’s words too like the rejection doesn’t hurt him as much as hearing alec say that he just flirts and it means nothing to him does. he’s trying so fucking hard to be open and honest and taking such a RISK (psychological, emotional, even physical) and alec is just throwing all of that bullshit persona he’s actively trying not to hide behind in his face, belittling all his efforts and feelings, and aaa

like again i don’t really blame alec but he truly is so hurt

still wonder what alec was about to say when he turned around to talk to him and magnus wasn’t there anymore tbh like. probably something else to try and distance himself so it’s probably good magnus left and isn’t there to hear it and it kind of forces alec to really think it over to himself instead of trying to argue but...... i do wonder what he was going to say diahsiduahdisah

magnus doesn’t even answer the whole “this means nothing to you” veiled accusation which.... also hurts like idk if he’s trying to avoid a fight or derailing like alec clearly is trying to, or if he just is too tired to have this argument, or if he just doesn’t want to open up this much, but either way he doesn’t acknowledge it except for his hurt look and oof

no one cares about jace and clary talking or whatever’s happening here next

i had never noticed the way magnus winks at clary when he says “oh, it’s happy hour somewhere, my dear” daishdaiuh it’s kinda cute tbh

hodge is so uncomfortable like the way he talks to magnus and gets too close to him... in a way that he doesn’t with anyone else either like he’s clearly just lowkey despising him/getting into his space and magnus notices too and it gives me the heebie jeebies

diuhaiudsahduaishdai magnus’ IMMEDIATE reaction of “why is ragnor fell there, he’s not more powerful than me” asohdaiudha we stan bickering bffs i truly love them so much

“he’s older than you” “certainly not wiser” daiohsahda

i think he might also be lowkey trying to protect ragnor and take the clave’s attention away from him now that i think about it but still i love their bickering

nah that’s cancelled he immediately rats him out on having been jocelyn’s profesor lmaoo

“that’s why he hasn’t been responding to my fire messages” daoihdsaiohads someone needs to lick their wounds

he’s just like “oh ragnor is hiding in his specific safehouse outside of london” like daoiusduaihdasuda love how he just knows that off the top of his head when ragnor clearly didn’t actually tell him about it since he just fucked off and hasn’t been responding

“didn’t know you were here” “that was the point” doaiuhdasiouhdaiuhdas

like i know he’s talking about the marriage but also.... just mood in general tbh

again with the eye flickering. hes looking at magnus, no hes not, yeah he is, haha SIKE, oh there it is again, nope it’s gone..... kinda funny cuz like i know that alec’s eyes flicker a lot in general but afterwards when they are together every time he looks at magnus it’s just so pointed and intense and focused on him so the contrast of watching the s1 scenes and realizing how little his glances at magnus always lasted is... interesting and heartbreaking. like obviously he doesn’t want to be looking at any man for too long, doesn’t want to take that risk, keeps hyper aware of his attraction at all times, but he still can’t help the glances and then when he can look he just does it so unapologetically and intensely and you can tell that it’s just. intimate to him (to both of them really) right then, and wow

i know we talk a lot about alec’s Big Hands but magnus’ hands are so nice too in like a totally different way... anytime he holds anything it just looks like he’s treating it like it’s precious, it’s so delicate and careful and his hands are smooth and pretty and wow i love him so fucking much

wow can’t believe nothing heartbreaking at all happens when they go to ragnor’s house and that ragnor just winks at magnus like “haha yes i am ‘dead’” and magnus is like “yes, this is a lie and a ruse and also a plan. i am perfectly aware that ragnor is not dead at all”

ragnor says “my dear friend, i will always be here for you” with so much honesty and love and ugh i love them like they’re always little bitches to each other but they still have the room to be perfectly loving and honest with each other and i stan

ragnor looks at magnus with so much fucking hurt when magnus says “i prayed she would love me the same” like you can tell it destroys him to even remember it or think about it and aaa

“he was always so much better looking than you” and the way magnus purses his lips in what is clearly a smile like he just knows it’s the teasing and he loves ragnor and their dynamic and i just daouhdsauida also he’s so beautiful boy i die

the way ragnor says “someday, someone will come and will tear down those walls you put around you and around your heart” and magnus looks at him with so much. fucking PAIN in his eyes because someone did but it got nowhere and in the end alec just kind of acknowledged his walls again and went back to pretending that it never happened and that magnus didn’t progress or open up to it at all, that magnus was just lying, that it’s just a game and dauhdaiudha god he’s so HURT

again i owe harry shum jr my entire life like he might be seriously the best actor i’ve ever seen in any show, he’s so damn expressive and talented in every little motion he’s truly a pearl in the desert of shit that is this show

“even in death, you give the best advice” ugh love how this really cements that magnus is used to opening up to ragnor and even with their bickering there’s so much room for them to be emotionally honest like we stan

anyway sure wish this had any emotional continuity whatsoever but at least the cringefest is over. onto an actual good scene fucking finally

love every little detail about this scene as yall probably already know so i’ll try not to point every single one of them out yet again but who knows if i’ll succeed. i bet that i won’t tbh

love the contrast between alec looking so tense when lydia comes down the aisle and she’s like all smiles and shit

she’s before him and he can barely look at her like his eyes flicker a bit between her and the bouquet and he settles on the bouquet this whole thing is so... wrong so clearly, like i could show it to someone who doesn’t know shit about sh and they would be able to tell that nothing fits

even alec’s clothes are weird, like idk i don’t understand fashion but his look looks so disjointed, like the blazer doesn’t really match the pants, the bowtie looks weird and doesn’t match the buttons, and shit and nothing about him looks like it’s in the right place. and everyone else (except maybe izzy who also looks miserable lmao) looks like a perfect picture and he’s just.... idk there’s this aura of wrongness around him that’s subtle but really well done in the terms of costume and shit. the costume department really went off in this whole scene honestly like we stan. possibly the only ones other than the actors who knew what the fuck they were doing lmao

when lydia smiles at izzy and izzy barely moves up the corner of one of her lips dajdasnjdan she looks even more miserable than alec does and god i love the lightwood siblings so much like i truly do. she’s supporting him because she’s decided she’s not going to keep pushing him when it only leads to him not trusting her but she’s all broken that he’s broken, and she was willing to take his place and throw her life away even when that’s everything she’s always tried to avoid, just so he wouldn’t have to do this, and aaaaa

who cares about jace and clary looking at each other @directing team like seriously get over this

he turns in the direction of the silent brother in an almost kind of jerking motion like he completely forgot about where he was supposed to go or something, like again he’s just... not in it

they are holding hands in the WEIRDEST possible way too like there’s so much distance between them it’s almost funny ldaojsja

he tries to smile at lydia when she’s about to put the rune on his arm like he knows she knows that he’s hating this and he’s just bearing it and trying to not make her uncomfortable? like doajdsaoj

the way that magnus INTERRUPTS not just the wedding but also the chorus, you could tell there was a crescendo coming even if you’ve never heard the song, but magnus pushes the doors open and suddenly it stops and there’s this little bit and then the “tututututu” of tension as he comes into view and his steps perfectly match the three little beats that were already there before, but sound so much louder and more prominent like a heartbeat, like before they were muffled and now they’re real??? the poetic cinema bro

ill just never get over the way they used song here it sounds like an AMV like the song isn’t just giving the vibe, they are telling the story THROUGH the song and the whole scene is basically a coreography, and the song is the narrative, and holy shit i love it so much could you imagine if they had used this amount of thought and genius and clever storytelling the whole show?? i’d shit myself

ugh the DRAMA of magnus’ look again i KNOW i’ve been over this again and again and again and again and again and again but i just. i love how they used his makeup & costume to accentuate magnus’ 1- face, 2- eyes, 3- jaw, and 4- adam’s apple. the whole focus is on his face and eyes (which again so expressive we stan harry shum jr in this house), the fact that his eyes are his WARLOCK MARK (yeah they’re not out but like we’re still drawing attention to the part of magnus he tries to hide the most, and the part of him that marks what makes him disdainful to shadowhunters), the fact that his jaw and adam’s apple are so prominent. his whole face looks really sharp and masculine you know?? like the whole focus is on everything about him that’s supposed to be “wrong” and make malec “wrong” but he’s never looked more beautiful (IT’S SUCH AN UNDERRATED LOOK) and they didn’t sacrifice his gnc-ness for it either, on the contrary, they gave his hair the hot pink streak which. INSPIRED WE STAN, and the makeup is very clear (again esp around his eyes) which of course only adds to it because he’s not just a man, he’s a gnc man and that makes it “worse”, but also like, i like how they accentuated his masculinity in alec’s coming out scene, without sacrificing his identity and gender non conformness. again the costume department is the only one who genuinely knew what they were doing 100% of the time i hope they all got big fucking checks

alec just blinks and focuses on him and it’s the first time it looks like he’s really looking at something and i just wow

izzy is so happy to see magnus there :) she loves her brother so much :)

magnus holding up two fingers to get people to shut up... the way he snarls “maryse, this is between me and your son” with so much certainty and like no room for bullshit he’s so good at making shadowhunters too speechless to stop him and honestly im such a whore tbh if he did this to me id just nut on the spot. shut me up daddy. fuck who said that

like how they included the “i’ll leave if he asks me to” and how he really doesn’t say anything, he’s just standing there, like they made sure to make this scene respectful and i was kind of dreading it the first time because i’d HATE it if magnus had outed him or made this whole drama out of it but he didn’t and i like that so so much

“i thought we were doing the right thing, but... this isn’t it” always gets me and i can’t even put my finger on why. it just does like again this is not really about magnus or their relationship, it’s about how he feels about the whole thing, everything that he’s giving up and he barely knows what for anymore, and i justjfianfajf

again the BRILLIANCE of the song usage the way that he’s talking to lydia and the beat is so damn loud and overwhelming and then as soon as he turns to magnus everything just drowns out and there is one (1) piano note and it’s just him and magnus and it’s like everything silences??? he’s just so damn focused and it’s not the nervousness and loudness of everyone else and their whole audience (they don’t even show the audience anymore after alec turns to him for real and before the actual kiss i don’t think) and there’s just that sharp focus and certainty because alec’s made up his mind and there’s no sound anymore like mwaaahhh poetic cinEMA

and it’s just that moment of clarity as they both look at each other and the song begins again with the higher tempo again, but it feels more like, a march? than that overwhelming noise. and of course there’s the singing and it feels like everything has purpose and is just laser focused and it’s still intense but in a completely opposite way, not lost but found and wow im such a whORE for this scene it’s unbelievable

like how alec takes the first step towards magnus after he’s down the stairs exactly as the song goes “want” like mwaahhhhh brilliance amazing talented showstopping spectacular never been done before completely unique,

his “enough” is dajksdfahidasdhadusahuash again im a simple sub id nut

i was right they only really show the audience again after the kiss. except for maryse but even then it’s so quick, we see her going to alec and after alec says “enough” she literally doesn’t show anymore it’s like she’s not even there, she just disappears it’s so sexy we stan??? like again alec’s made up his mind and nothing else is there to stop him wow love that for him could you imagine thinking this man is shy and insecure? can’t relate

THEY ARE SKIGGNISNGG

FOREVER A WHORE FOR THE WAY MAGNUS CHASES AFTER HIM HOLY FUCKING SHIT. THE WAY HE’S SO LOST IN THE KISS, IN THE ELATION, AND HE JUST CAN’T HELP GOING FOR MORE BEFORE HE CAN STOP HIMSELF AND KEEP UP WITH HIS TIGHT COMPOSTURE (because magnus had barely moved once alec had seen him, he just stood there and waited like he was waiting for his cue, he was holding himself perfectly steadily and just had so many walls) LIKE HE JUST CAN’T HELP BUT WANT?? AND GO FOR MORE?? AND THEN HE REALIZES ALEC IS PULLING AWAY AND HE LOOKS AT HIM FOR A SECOND (and his eyes look so DIFFERENT, not like there’s a wall there, he looks relieved and happy and even kind of dazed and i just wow the difference is SO clear) AND ALEC LOOKS AT HIM AND HE TAKES JUST A FRACTION OF A SECOND BEFORE HE LEANS IN AGAIN, AND IT’S THE FIRST TIME THAT MAGNUS HAS ASKED FOR MORE AND ALEC’S GIVEN IT, BECAUSE ALEC HAS BEEN GIVING HIM SOME OPENINGS BUT EVERY TIME MAGNUS WANTED MORE HE TURNED AWAY, BUT THIS TIME HE FUCKING GIVES MAGNUS WHAT HE’S SILENTLY ASKING FOR, HE’S CHOOSING HIM FULLY AND NOT JUST ENOUGH FOR THEM TO BE ABLE TO BE TOGETHER, HE’S CHOOSING TO GO ALL IN AND KISS MAGNUS UNTIL HE’S SATISFIED AND HOLY SHIT THE POETIC CINEMA!! THE TALENT!!! THE BRILLIANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SHADOWHUNTERS CREW FOR PUTTING UP YOUR FIVE TOTAL BRAINCELLS TOGETHER TO MAKE THIS FANTASTIC THING HAPPEN HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS SCENE IS EVERYTHING TO ME

a bitch needs to lie down i think that’s all for today

next part

#malec livewatch #magnus bane #alec lightwood #meta #malec #sh

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shinjukuspiritcommittee · 5 years ago

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Sick Time HCs

Hello, guess who was sick for the whole day prior. This mod, haha- (coughs)

Since I had received multiple Headcanon requests for this topic but different characters I decided to just wrap it into one post I hope you all don’t mind. Regardless, please enjoy~

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Sick Day

Kengo

~“Okay…” Kengo breathed as you two stared one another down. You gripped your sword as tight as you could and steadied your breathing as you were anticipating his next move. Kengo moved with impressive speed but you parried his punch with your blade. However it was just a feint as Kengo’s true intention was to strike you from the side. Due to your sluggish movements and hazy vision he completely blind sided you and sent you spiraling on the ground. You coughed and wheezed as you struggled to pick yourself back up. Kengo quickly caught on and rushed over. “Hey, what’s the matter!?” You tried to tell him you were fine but you coughed again, this time from your sickness. “I knew somethin’ was off.” You sniffled a bit and sneezed in response which finally gave you away. “You’re sick ain’tcha?” You grimaced. “Yep. C’mere.” Kengo suddenly picked you up carrying you bridal style. You tried to argue that you could walk on your own just fine. Silently Kengo lifted your shirt which you would have raised an opinion about but he revealed the bruise he left on you given your weakened state. You couldn’t really hide it anymore at that point so you fell silent and couldn’t look him in the eyes with shame. “I’ll take you, got that?”

~Much to your displeasure he carried you all the way back to your room cradled in his arms. It was a little embarrassing but you were relieved none of your other friends saw you. Once you were back in your bed you did your best to feign wellness and attempted to shoo Kengo away. “What’s with you? There’s no way you’re alright!” You tried to argue that you fine once more but a sneeze prevented you from doing so. “See?” You grumbled with embarrassment. You didn’t like the idea on appearing so vulnerable in front of your partner when he relies on you. “What’re you talkin’ about? You’re just sick, that’s all.” Still, it was embarrassing to get sick when it seems Kengo almost never gets sick. “Yeah I’m pretty healthy year round and- wait, no.” Kengo snapped his attention at you. “I won’t think you’re weak. Promise.” You crossed your arms in defeat and sighed. “Now, what do you do when you get sick…” He pondered aloud. “Uh, right.” Kengo tossed your covers over you. “Stay in these, I’ll be right back!” First he insisted on staying, then he leaves!? “It’ll just take a second.” With that you were alone like you initially wanted. You breathed out a sigh while you reflected back on earlier. You could’ve been a little nicer and gave him a bit of a heads up that you weren’t in fighting form today. Then again you can’t let yourself get sick so easily. Everyone depends on you and you can’t rest while everyone else does the heavy lifting. You just wanna do your part…

~Your thoughts were interrupted abruptly by Kengo swinging the door open. He seemed to have extra blankets for you and what looked to be bottled water. “I’m back!” He declared happily. “Shiro told me that when someone gets sick you’re supposed to keep em warm and hydrated! Yep, that’s what he said!” You asked if he told Shiro while you were concerned your cover was blown. “Nah, cuz then he would get all fussy over you. So… you’re my little secret. Well, our little secret but… uh…” Kengo scratched the back of his head while you both breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with a bit of contempt. “Hey, what’s with the dirty look for? I thought you didn’t want him fussin’. That’s why I didn’t tell him.” You let loose another cough as your throat begins to feel irritated and you instead thanked him for doing all of that. “No prob!” He chuckled. “But, I don’t think these sheets are gonna keep you warm.” Before you could ask what he meant, Kengo slipped out of his sandals and got into your bed with you. You told him that someone might get the wrong idea or he could get sick himself. “Hmm, nope. I locked the door (I think) and I’m pretty good at stuff like this.” While you two were wrapped under the same blankets you could feel how warm your partner really was. You shivered and subconsciously scooted closer to him until your bodies were pressed against one another. You comment on how pleasant his body heat is and how the cold seemingly disappeared. “Thanks, but… you’re really burning up. Try to drink some water and relax, ‘kay?” You did so and the cold drink felt refreshing for a change, but even then you shivered which Kengo laughed at.

Wakan Tanka

~You couldn’t hide anything from Wakan Tanka. Not a thing in the world he couldn’t see past. “Hey, you feeling alright?” You tried to play it off as a little head cold and that it wouldn’t interrupt your planned day out but you couldn’t hold back a serious cough that left your throat feeling scratchy. There was no denying the chills you were starting to develop either as you started to shiver in your jacket. “You don’t look that well.” He commented. “I think something happened like this before to my Gunzo. I believe the instructors said there was an illness going around… it seems you’ve caught it, my summoner.” You were dreading the prospect but couldn’t deny that to be the case as your chills began to escalate and you letting out a comment on how cold it was. Wakan Tanka took hold of your hand and the heat from his hand was relieving to say the least. “Here, come with me.” Wakan practically tugged on your arm as you were dragged off towards the dorms at his school.

~“You can use my room.” He said as he guided you in. Not surprising at all everything was disorganized. You commented on the state of his room and all the garments he leaves about. “Oh, don’t worry! None of them have been worn yet. I was just looking for my lost jersey!” You sighed and commented that he should take better care of his room while you proceeded to shiver and cough more. You sniffled as your cold began to reach peak chills and shivers. Your joints felt incredibly stiff as you continued to stand. “Here, have a seat.” The football player guided you to his bed and undressed you in most of your clothes except for your under shirt and pants. Then he helped you to get into a cozy enough position in bed as your breathing became harder. Everything felt worse because you were still chilly. “Give me one moment. I’ll let the nurse know and to call your school.” He said that as he jogged off, leaving you to curl up under his sheets. They definitely smelled like Wakan after a long day of practice to the point where you began to wonder if he showered enough. He may be more absent minded but he does care a lot for others so maybe that devotion leads him to neglect his own needs…

~Wakan Tanka came back sniffling with his face looking flushed. “Okay my summoner. The nurse said you can rest here while he contacts your school but it may be a while.” You took notice of his complextion and runny nose. “Oh, this?” He questioned as he wiped his face. “This is probably-” He coughed. “Scratch that- definitely the same cold as you and my Gunzo…” He was starting to shiver and you couldn’t bear to see him like that, so you told him to get into the covers with you. “Oh, do you mean it?” He seemed pretty ecstatic most likely because it meant he could be closer with you. He quickly removed his jersey and tossed it to the side (at least you now know how he loses it) as he crawled into the bed with you. His normally warm body felt like an inferno since he was coming down with the same cold. You welcomed the warmth of course because it meant you were no longer freezing. “Wow my summoner… you feel as though you’re on fire…” He stated, huddling closer to you. “I know it’s because you’re ill, but… I like it…” He yawned. “It’s kind of… relaxing…” Yawns were contagious because you too were beginning to feel dreary. “Maybe… we could…” The two of you trailed off to sleep together within moments, now somewhat comfortable despite your shared illness. When Monobe came over to pick you up he decided to let you sleep for a bit longer with your friend since you both looked “at peace”.

Tsathoggua

~You were chatting away on the phone with Tsathoggua now that classes were done for the day. He was going off about how certain classics will never go out of style and you gave him your honest opinion on the topic. While he was interested in your perspective he seemed dead set in his own ideas and you commented that was totally fine and that he should have fun his way. “Right!? It’s like most gamers nowadays wanna shove their opinions down your throat and you just want em to-” During his rant you let loose a cough that wasn’t very severe. “Hm?” You tried to explain it as a tickle in your throat but a much nastier one came through. “You’re getting sick.” You tried to assure him it wasn’t serious as the sick pains began to set in. “One sec.” With that he disconnected, leaving you to wonder what he meant by that.

~That was until he warped himself right into your room. You let out a hoarse shriek as Tsathoggua’s huge frame startled you. “What!? That’s like, not a way to greet a guest yeah!?” You apologized and explained you weren’t expecting him to just poof on over. “Well what else was I gonna do? Just let you sit all alone? C’mere.” He replied while holding a hand out to you. Hesitantly you grab it and in an instant you were taken to his den of sloth. He brought you over to a bean bag chair he often uses to relax and play games on. Tsath rests himself on the chair and pulls you onto his lap while his minions wrapped you both in a blanket. “Uh… are you comfortable?” You told him you were very comfortable like that, but if he really had to drag you all the way out to his room. “Yes, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to watch movies.” Tsathoggua did seem genuinely concerned with your well-being in his own way. “I just want you to relax, yeah?”

~So giving into Tsathoggua’s offer rather quickly proved good for you in the end. His body was quite soft and cozy which helped you ease up. The movie more served as white noise for you as you quickly became exhausted due to your sickness and fell asleep cozied up in your friend’s fur. “H-Hey…” Tsathoggua grumbled as you were a bit too relaxed. But he eased up when he saw on your sleeping face. Rather than try to put you to rest elsewhere he figured it’d be better (and less work) to adjust you slightly on his frame and using him like a bed. While you weren’t lucid enough to remember what exactly happened, you were happy it did and slept incredibly soundly.

#kengo #Wakan Tanka #Tsathoggua #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #sfw #Headcanon #HC #sick

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letterstothemidnightsociety · 4 years ago

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It’s 2020 and my anxiety level is so high, I grind my teeth while I’m asleep and awake! But let’s ignore all that and instead focus on critically analyzing America’s premiere soap opera for monster hunting! It’s Supernatural!

As you may have already guessed, I watch a lot of TV. And in the Year of Our Troubles, 2020, when I’m encouraged to stay home and indulge in my favorite pastime for the health of the nation, I watch a hell of a lot of TV. When you watch that much TV, you start to notice the rhythm and the flow of how seasons of television progress. You probably notice it too, even if you don’t think about it as much as I do.

Like, you know that episode that happens right near the end of the season where all the characters are happy? They’ve overcome a whole bunch of obstacles and they’re finally winning and they can see that light at the end of the long tunnel? You know the one I’m talking about. That’s the moment that you, as an audience member, know things are about to go downhill very quickly

Like when Poldark smiles over something and you’re just like, ah yes, I’ll prepare for the funeral.

Season 1 of Supernatural is like a case study of the rhythm that makes a network show work. There’s this wave effect throughout the season, building the tension up for a few episodes and then sliding through the next handful. Look at the first five episodes: they’re all about holding our breath, we’re gasping at every new turn - death and ghosts and monsters and Family Drama and Bloody Mary and PREMONITIONS AND THEN we let it out over the next three.

Aaaaaaand exhale!

This first season especially, but I’d argue the first three definitely, you can see this pattern repeated over and over again - building the tension, ramping the horror, bringing it to a major Mythos or Series Arc Moment and then releasing all that tension with a cool-down filler/self-contained episode.

And that’s where I am in the show now. We just had a major series arc episode with “Shadow” - John finally reunites with his sons, the villain is revealed (Meg and also the demon that killed their mom), and the endgame (for this season at least) is in sight. BUT! We’re a network show with 22 episodes to fill, and we can’t just head straight into the Finale Fight now, we’re only on episode 17! I mentioned in my last post that getting the team together again for all of 6 minutes and 44 seconds (yes, I did go back and count) felt like a slap in the face. I assumed it would have something to do with Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s shooting schedule, but looking at it again, it probably had more to do with the fact that it was too soon to bring John Winchester back as a major player.

So our next episode, our breather episode after all this High Drama, should feel a little disappointing to anyone caught up in the arc of the season. But. BUT. But. The next episode is “Hell House."

Yes, this is a filler, but this is filler done RIGHT. I mean maybe it’s just cuz it’s 2020 and I’m very tired and sad and scared all the time, but I was SO HAPPY to see Ed and Harry again, guys you don’t even know. Guys, the GHOSTFACERS ARE HERE!

And man, I am SO glad that this is a recurring side team that shows up throughout the series. Pease no one tell me that they die in a later season, I’ll find out eventually, I just can’t handle it now.

They are the anti-Sam and Dean. They have no idea what they’re getting into, they have no idea how to hunt anything, but they’re here to get famous and that’s just...it’s beautiful guys. Just beautiful.

Plus, you have this soft b-story line where Sam and Dean get to be Real Brothers for a hot second and prank the shit out of each other the whole episode. It’s like even Sam and Dean are saying, yeah, we need a break from all the feelings, let’s put itching powder in each other’s boxer briefs. I want to say that I was really annoyed the first time I watched this and did not care for these shenanigans, but this time around, it was a REAL JOY.

I’m also not mad about this.

And this breather feeling sort of carries over into the next few episodes. Sort of.

“Something Wicked” is another feelings-heavy episode. Backstory! Child-eating Monster! Tiny!Dean! I think Dean maybe cries again? Or just does that thing where he stares into the middle distance, all pain and torment and chiseled jaw line and I’m doing it again, I’msorrynotsorry.

You know. THIS face.

All of these things lead to an episode that has a lot of character development and strengthens the bond between Sam and Dean. Sam literally validates Dean’s whole existence by apologizing for fighting him on this job and then saying “I know I’ve given you a lotta crap for following Dad’s orders, but I know why you do it.” It’s a lot. It’s a big moment from Sam, who hasn’t really reconciled with John yet and who’s still hoping for a future that isn’t all about killing every evil sonuvabitch they can find. It’s a big moment for Dean, too, since his main motivation is protecting his family and (from his limited point of view) that family keeps trying to leave him. And while we do get some insight into the f-ed up childhood that was forced upon our eponymous heroes, there’s nothing really driving the season’s plot forward in this episode.

Same goes for “Provenance”. This episode is another good horror episode. I mean, even if that painting wasn’t possessed by a murder orphan, it is deeply haunted and I hope props burned it when the production wrapped. And what is it about ghost children particularly that’s upsetting? Is it the size? Is it the fact that their eyes are too big for their heads at that age? I mean, it probably has something to do with perverted innocence and goodness blah blah blah, but also their hands are tiny and so all the knives look bigger.

Same, Sam.

Aside from that, Sam gets another nice growth moment where he gets to imagine a world after Jessica. He’s been so fixated on finding Jessica’s killer - I’d argue more so than his mother’s killer albeit they are the same entity. That’s not a judgement against him, mind. He knew and loved Jessica, he did not know his mother, so I’m not mad about that character decision. But the show is really wrapping up the Jessica plot line because that won’t have legs in a season 2. And that’s harsh, so I’ll temper it with the fact that Sam, as a human being, is getting to the final stages of processing his grief and starting to move on with his life. Plus, I think that Dean wingmanning his brother is adorable and I love it. Good Brothering, Show!

But nothing in this episode has anything to do with the killer Sam’s been fixating on, so there’s no progression for the season’s main arc.

Last but certainly not least on this disc of my season 1 box set is “Dead Man’s Blood.” My notes on this episode include the key phrases “I’m pretty sure this episode is...dumb?”, “ I...do not care for vampires,” and then like, two lines later, “Nope. Still don’t care for these vampires.” They’re just making up some random-ass lore and their fashion sense is SO 2006 and I just...I just hate them.

I hate them SO MUCH.

BUT! That’s not the point of this episode. The point of this episode is to point us towards the season finale. FIRST, we start to see a little bit more of the world that the Winchesters inhabit. We actually meet another hunter, Daniel Elkins. He dies immediately, but that’s a cold open for ya. And when Sam and Dean go to investigate Elkin’s death, John comes back, this time for good (haha, lol). We get a real taste of the family dynamics in this episode - John and Sam fight and come together and fight and come together and Dean’s standing there kinda like, SPONGEBOB!

You know, Plankton! Krabs! Dean Winchester! Right? Anybody?

All sides have good arguments, and I appreciate that none of the conflict between the the three of them feels forced, or at least, it doesn’t feel forced this watch. The fights all come from deep character places that have been established through the whole season. They’re natural progressions of what we’ve come to expect of these characters.

And finally, most importantly, John knows how to defeat the demon that killed their mother. Enter Deus Ex Colt Revolver.

Colt Revolver Ex Machina?

CAN I just take a break for a second to say that BOTH Elkin AND John were ready to WASTE PRECIOUS COLT BULLETS on VAMPIRES, who can be killed IN OTHER WAYS?? Listen, you make a magic gun that only works with these like, 5 BULLETS, and then you just THROW AWAY A BUNCH OF SHOTS, GUYS??? ALSO, what the HELL does Haley’s Comet and The Alamo have to do with this STUPID GUN??? I JUST- you know what, we don’t have time for all that.

Attaining the Colt is the brick they drop on the gas pedal to drive us into the season finale of season 1.

Wasting a some PRECIOUS F*CKIN’ BULLETS, GUYS.

When you look at the season’s pacing at the outset, it seems like it shouldn’t work. I was that person who felt disappointed in each episode where it became clear we were definitely on a side quest, not the main quest. Watching it now, though, I think that pacing is important. Yeah, the Monster-of-the-Week episodes are a little hit and miss, but sometimes you have to think of a TV season like a marathon and not a sprint. There will be times when you pick up the pace, yes, but it’s a long race and you’re gonna need some periods of recovery if you’re gonna make it to the finish line. And frankly, a lot of those side quest episodes ended up being my favorite episodes of the entire series.

NOW. I doubt you would see this sort of structuring in a show today, specifically in shows that don’t get a 22 - 24 episode order. You MAY get, MAY, a Ghostfacers-type episode thrown in after a major emotional climax for that breather effect. MAY. But if Supernatural was made today - probably for an online streaming site, probably with only 10 - 13 season order - I don’t think you’d see episodes like “Something Wicked” or “Provenance” or “Faith”. The nice thing about short seasons is that you can keep the storytelling focused and tight, but I also think that can be a weakness as much as it is a strength. What do those three episodes all have in common? They’re strong on character and relationship development. We, the audience, get a deeper understanding and appreciation of the Winchesters and how they work and grow as a unit in these episodes. So if we’ve watched this far, through bugs and ghost trucks, through all their little victories and major setbacks, we’re well and truly invested in how the season is going to end.

I’m not saying you can’t have big character moments in a shorter season. And I’m not saying that a show more focused on plot, on the What Happens rather than the Who It Happens To, is a bad thing. But watching this season over again in comparison to present day television seasons, it’s highlighted what Supernatural did right. On this side of the series, it’s easy to see why the show went on for another 14 years.

#Supernatural #Supernatural Season 1 #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #John Winchester #Hell House #Something Wicked #Provenance #Dead Man's Blood #cw #WB #Televsion #Television History #15 SEASONS #And this is where it all started

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Crazy Little Game of Love: Chapter 4

A/N: Hey guys! Whats up?? Thanks for coming back!! I’m so sorry im having to post this again. it was mad weird, I posted it last night and tried to do the tags this morning and it all disappeared... so here we are... again. Haha hope you enjoy! Get your tissues out! THERE ARE NEW WARNINGS!!! (swearing, angst & smut) also sorry if the smut is bad its my first time writing it!)

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Morning of October 6th, 1970 (where we left off)

“Y/N!” Roger yelled at you from the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“Tea or Coffee, Love?”

“Tea please! Just sugar though.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness.

You could hear Roger clunking around in the kitchen, and his frequent annoyed sighs when something didn’t go as planned made you laugh. You eventually fell into a soft sleep, only to be awakened by your hair being brushed out of your face.

“Baby? Breakfast is ready.” You opened your eyes to see Roger smiling down at you and a tray of food for two at the end of the bed. As you smiled back at him you yawned and sat up. You both ate while making small conversation as you each attempted to wake up. You were almost finished when you said,

“This tastes great. Took a while, but good job Roggie.” You teased.

“Hey! I don’t even like it when Freddie calls me that, Love. And I tried my best…” he looked down, pretending to be hurt.

“I know, I know.”

“I just wanna make you happy,” he shyly confessed, sitting cross legged across from you taking the last bite of his eggs.

“And why is that, Mr. Taylor?” You said smiling.

“Because you’re beautiful.”

“Rog,” you said while blushing.

“I’ve been really into you for a while Y/N. I mean we both remember seeing each other at the Smile gig a few months back, but I don’t even think you recognized me when we’d see each other out. You bumped into me and Bri when you’d be out with Freddie a lot, you came to pick Freddie up from a bar that we were all at, and you ran into me leaving your dorm when I was hanging out with Freddie while you were at orchestra rehearsal. Monday wasn’t our first time meeting. You don’t remember me; it’s okay, I just would notice you because of how beautiful I found you all those months ago. You’re just as beautiful as you are outside on the inside. Freddie also talks about you a lot, granted I’d ask about you too.” He blushed, his now rosy cheeks matching yours. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, and not to sound like a little school boy, I really have a crush on you.” He admitted, nervously scratching the back of his head and taking a drink of his coffee.

You let out an airy laugh. “Well it’s not like you haven’t made it obvious.” Roger immediately looked like he was scolding himself. “Hey,” you said, placing a hand on his. “I find it quite endearing.

“Oh really?” He said smiling, his face inching closer to yours.

“Really.” You said staring into his beautiful blue eyes. “And besides, I wouldn’t of come if I didn’t find you incredibly attractive.”

“Oh, really?” He repeated, teasing you as he placed his hands on your shoulders; your noses now touching.

“Yeah Roggie.”

“I told you not to call me that!” he joked picking you up and laying you flat on the bed tickling your sides, which earned a squeal from you as you kicked your legs and squirmed beneath him.

“Roger! Rog! Stop!” You laughed. “I promise I won’t anymore.”

He stopped tickling you, hands still on your sides. “Promise?”

“I promise.” You laughed, and he grabbed your hands and pulled you up.

“I knew you were ticklish.” He smirked.

“Now, don’t misuse your newfound power! With great power comes great responsibility.” You laughed, and he turned around and sat next to you on the pillows as he placed the tray of food on the floor.

It got quiet, each of you were just enjoying each other’s company while you watched the ocean out the windows in front of you as Roger played with your fingers. All of a sudden, the mood got serious. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Roger staring at you.

“What?”

“How are you doing, with dressing a little out of your comfort zone? Are you okay? I don’t want you to be stressed out, Love.”

“Oh, um. It’s complicated.” You sighed. “I love it, and I hate it. This is how I used to dress all the time. I miss it. It’s honestly how I’d like to dress, but I’m so nervous about making it as a violinist that I started dressing more conservative. Hell, I haven’t dressed like this in over a year,” you laughed, “but it’s okay. I’m getting better with it. Think I may just need to step out of my comfort zone a little more.”

“You sure?” Roger said, getting up and standing at your side of the bed.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good!” He said, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around. You let out a yelp of surprise. You put your arms around his neck, and he ran from his room to yours, spinning around, and throwing you on the bed, leaving you laughing your head off.

“Now what on Earth was that for!”

“We’ve got a big day ahead of us, Love. You’ve gotta just let loose and be yourself. Dress as opposite to fancy and reserved Y/N as you can today, and just be yourself, Love. I’m gonna get dressed and get the beach things together, you take your time and get ready.” He winked, shutting the door to your side of the bathroom as he went to his room.

You dug through your bag and found your new ocean blue crochet bikini that was embellished with sea shells and beading, and put your Bohemian dress over it to use as a cover up. You looked at your floppy, ritzy hat you had packed, and threw it to the side, grabbing your sun glasses instead. You looked in the mirror as you took your hair down from it’s messy bun, and held your makeup bag in one hand.

Should I fix my hair?

Should I put on a little makeup?

Freddie popped into your head, and you remembered your argument a couple nights ago. You tentatively set the makeup bag down and ran your fingers through your hair.

I can’t let him down.

You grabbed your sunblock and walked out of your room, noticing the door to the cellar open and assumed Roger was down there getting things for the beach, so you walked to the glass doors and softly started singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow.

Roger came up the stairs with a couple chairs and an umbrella, and at the sight of you was almost stopped dead in his tracks. He was so proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone. You hadn’t noticed him yet, and he was completely blown back to hear you singing. What a beautiful voice? He softly set his things against the wall and came up behind you, engulfing you in his arms, and you immediately stopped singing, put your arms over his, and smiled as you pressed your cheek against his chest. Roger put his chin on top of your head. You stayed like this for a moment. “I didn’t know you could sing, Baby?” He said.

You turned around and looked at him, a genuine look of confusion on your face. “I can’t?”

“But-” You both stood there looking at each other confused for a moment trying to figure out what the other was talking about.

Roger laughed, “Okay, Love, well, it looks like a beautiful day out, you ready to head down?”

You nodded and helped him pack a cooler of drinks and snacks, and the two of you headed down to Porthcurno Beach for the day.

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Roger had just set up your area, and you took off your dress and set it on your chair and fanned out your towel on the sand in the sun, and laid down.

You could already feel his eyes on you.

“Take a picture, Rog. It lasts longer.” You teased.

“Oh- I’m sorry, yeah sorry.” He coughed, embarrassed yet bewildered of how you figured all that out with your back to him and eyes closed.

“Don’t be sorry Love, I’m just picking on you. What’re planning to do?” You smiled, picking your head up to look at him as he put on sunscreen.

“Whatever you’re doing.” He smiled, as he laid out his towel next to you and laid plopped next to you.

You rolled your head over to face him, and thought to yourself, Now this is a sight I could get used to.

You drifted off to sleep in the sun with your hands intertwined. About an hour later Roger woke you up saying “Y/n, you’re getting really dark, Love. You may wanna get up so you don’t get a sunburn.”

You sat up and looked at your arms, significantly darker on the front side than the back, which caused you to laugh. “How come you’re not tan?”

“Cuz I don't tan, I burn. I put on sunblock an hour or so ago.” He laughed.

“So what’ve you been doing all this time?”

“Just reading my book, watching you. Gotta take care of my girl.”

His girl.

You wished you could be his girl, and dreaded the thought of breaking his heart, knowing you’d be breaking yours along with his. You pushed away the thought, not wanting to have to deal with it right now.

“I’m way over heated Rog.” You said, standing up. “I’m gonna go for a swim, you wanna come with me?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you rather go back to the house?” He scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground. He was nervous.

“No Rog! It’s beautiful out, and we have a beautiful ocean right in front of us! You’re so silly sometimes.” You laughed.

“More like cautious.” He muttered.

“Cautious about what?”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He said as he rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, Love. I’m a violinist; we’ve got trained ears. What do ya’ want from me?” You joked, shrugging your shoulders.

“I definitely whispered that though!” He defended himself back, starting a joking argument between the two of you.

“No you didn’t!”you persisted as he pulled you in close to him. “You just can’t hear ‘cuz of all that noise you make on your drums.”

“Oh yeah?” He said, pulling you even closer. There was no space left between you.

“Yeah.” You smiled. You were almost kissing.

This can’t happen.

“So uh- you never answered my question.” You said, quickly diverting the kiss and stepping back.

“Cautious… right.” He said, smile slipping from his face. “Alright, I’ll tell you. But you can’t tell the boys, okay?”

You nodded.

“I uh- I just learned to swim last year. I’m not really much of a water person. Pools are fine cuz I can stand and see where I am, but lakes and oceans freak me out. I guess all this is because…uh-”

“Yeah Rog?”

“I’ve got a bad fear of drowning.” He said shyly.

“Okay.” You smiled

“You’re not gonna laugh at me?”

“Roger, why the hell would I laugh at you for this? You’re scared of something, that’s alright. We’re all scared of something.” You said, soothingly rubbing his arm up and down.

He smiled down at you. “Really? Most people make fun of me for it.”

“Really, Baby. I’m not gonna make fun of you for being scared of something.”

Shit. You thought. I just called him baby. I’m falling for it.

“Why don’t you just come put your feet in or walk a little while I go in?”

He nodded his head.

“Oh come on, Love.” You said, grabbing his hand. “Where’s my loud and outgoing Roger?” You were trying to comfort him still.

He smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

“Thank you.” He said.

“I won’t tell the boys. Now come on!” You said as you started walking to the ocean hand in hand. Holding hands and walking on the beach was seeming to become your thing.

“How are people walking all the way out there?” You said as the water hit your feet. There were about four people two yards out walking in water that went up to their knees.

“There’s a sandbar there. The water gets really deep on the walk out, and then get really shallow again.”

“You wanna go out to it?”

He looked hesitant.

“I’ll hold your hand the whole time, Rog.”

“Really?” He said. Even though he was still terrified, the thought of him getting to hold your hand for a while longer encouraged him to take your deal.

“Really. I promise I won’t let go.” You intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand in more of a couple-like fashion.

“Okay, lets go.” He said, pulling you after him.

You tried to keep him distracted on the way out by making him laugh, and by keeping him focused on how much closer the two of you were getting. In the middle of your venture out, the water got pretty deep, and only your heads were left above the water. You kept talking about different experiences you had while playing some odd gigs, and noticed that Roger grew completely silent. You looked over at him, to find a look of fear on his face. He was extremely pale, holding his breath as he looked up at the sky while his lips were trembling.

“Hey, hey, hey.” You said, stopping and he immediately stopped waking too. You started walking to turn around so you could face him, and felt him grab your hand tighter.

“Please don’t let go of my hand.” He said. You could tell he was scared, but didn’t want to admit it.

“I’m not gonna, I’m just walking in front of you so I can look at you. Look at me, Love.” You encouraged. He slowly turned his head down and stared ahead at you.

“You’re doing great Rog. We’re almost there, look! You’re gonna be just fine. We can both stand here, and we can both swim. I’m a pretty good swimmer, so I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, don’t worry.” You noticed his breathing slow. “You ready to keep going?”

He nodded.

A couple minutes later when the water level had reduced to the top of your bikini, he said, “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry, Rog! You have a fear of something. I’m just proud that you did it.” You smiled.

“No, no, not for that. I mean I’ve always been scared of drowning. Not scared of water so much as it is drowning so I’m not sorry for that, I’m used to it. I’m sorry for you having to say that you weren’t going to let anything happen to me.”

“Why? I was just trying to make you more comfortable.”

“Because I should be able to protect us both. I want to be able to. I wanna be able to protect you, Y/N.”

“I’m just fine Rog, don’t you worry.” You smiled at him. “And besides, it’s not like we’re dating.”

“Right.” He said coldly.

The rest of the walk Roger was trying to make you laugh, and was telling you funny stories about Brian.

You reached the sandbar, and sat down in the sand. The water was only deep enough to get to your ankles. Roger sat down next to you, and the two of you were laughing as you splashed each other, and Roger pulled you into his lap. You rested the back of your head on his chest, as he said, “Thank you for making me come out here. It really is beautiful.”

After a couple more moments, you noticed a large rock about fifty feet to your right. “C’mon Rog!” You said, getting up and pulling him along with you.

“Where are we going?”

“To that rock over there!”

“I don’t think that’s a good i-”

“Oh come on Roger. It’ll be fine!”

About twenty minutes later, you were sitting on the rock, while Roger stood to the side and smiled as he watched you. The water was about waist deep here, so he was too hesitant to sit on the rock. It didn’t make much sense to you why, since the rock was out of the water, but you decided not to push him.

Roger loved just watching you enjoy the water. Seeing you on the rock made him call you his “Little Mermaid”. It seemed like he just kept falling more and more in love with you, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a large wave came, and although it didn’t affect Roger all that much, from all the force it created upon colliding with the rock, it pushed you off the rock and under the water. Under the ocean, all you heard were the soft sounds of the waves, and the sand beneath you as the waves pulled it further toward the shore. You swam a little bit forward in your newfound serenity, never wanting to breach the water and return to humanity.

Suddenly, you felt an arm grab you around your stomach and forcefully pull you out of the water. You opened your eyes to see Roger holding you close to his chest like a newborn, very clearly having a panic attack. He was talking a mile a minute.

“Can you hear me? Are you ok? Can you breathe? Y/n? Oh my god, this is why I didn’t wanna come out here. Y/n?!?”

“Shhh, shhh,” you said, caressing his cheeks in your hands. You sat up in his arms so you could get a better look at his face. “I’m okay, Baby. I’m just fine. Calm down, Roger, it’s all okay.”

“But the wave! And you didn’t come up, and I thought I lost you.” He confessed.

“I was just swimming, Love. And look! If anything was actually wrong, you would have gotten me just like you did! It’s all okay.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Just don’t do that again.” he said, making you laugh.

“Do what? Swim?” You laughed at his absurd suggestion.

“I mean make me think like you’re unconscious in the ocean! I can’t lose you, Baby, I just can’t.” He whispered. To him, you were the first girl he wanted to have an actually serious relationship with.

“Okay, I promise.” You said, trying not to laugh. “Wanna go back to the beach?”

“Yup.” He said as he started walking back to the shallow part of the sandbar to walk straight into the beach.

“You gonna put me down?” He was still carrying you, at this point, your legs were around his waist and his arms were extremely tight around your waist, still holding you in close to him.

“Nope.” He said, causing you to laugh, and you comfortably put your head on his shoulder.

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You got back to the beach at around 3:00, and Roger suggested going back to the house and getting dressed so you could go shopping for a bit. As you walked into your room you instantly were unsure of what to wear. You remembered what Roger said earlier, “dress as opposite to fancy and reserved Y/N as possible”.

Well, here goes nothing.

When you were done getting dressed, fixing your hair and putting on a little makeup, Roger was still taking a shower since he cleaned all of the sand out of your beach things when you arrived back home. You looked down at your outfit, your sheer pantsuit that was low cut with your dangly silver necklaces. You opted to go without a bra, making your breasts completely viewable through the outfit and wore nude panties.

“Am I really going out like this? More importantly, I used to go out like this and feel comfortable?”

It seemed like Freddie had taken the place of your conscious, because some voice said “Yes” and literally seemed to push you out the sliding glass door. You stood about even with the bench observing the ocean while you waited for Roger.

When Roger was finished getting dressed, he realized you weren’t in the house and as he assumed, saw you standing by the bench and opened the door to start walking toward you. His eyesight wasn’t the best, so he could see you were wearing a jumpsuit, not as “out there” as he was hoping but was at least proud that you were still stepping out of your comfort zone.

“Hey, Love, you ready to go?”

You turned around and Roger’s eyes went wide open.

“Holy shit.” Roger smiled, noticing how sheer your jumpsuit was. What it was covering, and more importantly what it wasn’t. So you actually did step way out of your comfort zone, and you didn’t just step. You jumped.

“Is it too much?” You said, staring to cross your arms across your chest.

“No, no! It’s great, it’s- holy fucking god you’re gorgeous.” He said, causing you to laugh. You noticed how flustered he was getting, his face was turning red. “C’mon love! let’s walk closer to the edge. The rocks are so beautiful!”

“No, no, I’m good. Really.” You laughed nervously.

“No really, it’s fine! We’re like 20 feet away right now! It’s not that bad- wait.” A smirk appeared across his face. “You said earlier that everyone was scared of something. Could this be your something?” he turned around and stepped closer to you.

You scratched your hand as a nervous tick. “Maybe.”

“You’re scared of heights, aren’t you, Love?”

You nodded your head, the movement making the fabric of your romper purse a little so Roger could see right under your top. Could see everything.

“Well you pushed me earlier, it’s only fair if I-” and with that he picked you up under your shoulders and spun you around, earning an actual terrified scream from you. You hurriedly wrapped your arms around his neck and basically climbed up him like a tree; your legs now wrapped around his waist as you heavily breathed.

“Please don’t! Rog!” You screamed as he walked forward a little. Your position gave Roger a perfect view of your sheer top, and he couldn’t help but think things he shouldn’t want to.

“Baby,” he laughed, stroking your hair. “We’re still ten feet from the ledge. You’re fine.” You looked down at him.

“Just don’t go any closer.”

He laughed. “Yes ma'am.”

You caught him staring at you as you still sat with your legs around his waist. “Rog, stop staring.”

“I’m sorry, Love. I just can’t help it.” He blushed, his face inching closer to yours.

“Then don’t.” You responded, closing the final gap and hurriedly pressing your lips to his.

The kiss was hot and passionate, and as time went on, you each got more into it. You were running your fingers through his hair, as he was running his hands down your back and over your butt. Through breaths Roger said “C’mon, let’s go inside. This is wonderful, God, you’re wonderful. But I’m more of a tits guy than ass. We leave that to Brian.” Earning a laugh from you as you continued making out as he carried you inside.

Once inside, Roger carried you to his room and laid you on his bed, your lips parting for just a moment as he climbed on after you, hovering over the top of you as your lips passionately reconnected. As your lips started to work perfectly in sync, Roger brought a hand up your side and started gently squeezing your breasts. “You know you’re killing me in this jumpsuit right?” He said between breaths.

“That was the goal.” You smirked.

Roger gently slid the top of your jumpsuit over your shoulders leaving your chest completely exposed. His breath hitched.

“How are you so fucking perfect?” Before you could even answer, his lips were back on yours, and started trailing down your neck, immediately finding your most sensitive spot as a soft moan escaped from your lips. “I’ve barely even touched you, Baby.” He smirked.

“Shut up.”

He laughed and went back to your neck, lips trailing down to suck on your breast as he squeezed the other. He turned around and sat on the bed, picking you up and placing you on his lap so you were straddling him as your lips reconnected. With his hands on your hips he rocked you back and forth so you were grinding on top of him, his breath hitching in the back of his throat from the pleasure.

“Rog,” you moaned and he reached in his bedside table to grab a condom. “Wait.”

He stopped and looked at you.

“I can’t do this.” You said, a look of regret visible on your face.

“What?”

“I can’t do this. I want to, but-” you stopped talking to avoid crying, already getting choked up.

“What? Why? Baby, what did I do?” He said, sitting up and rubbing your shoulders as you pulled your top back up.

“It’s not you Rog, it’s-” He cut you off.

“Oh don’t pull that ‘it’s not you it’s me’ bullshit with me.” He said annoyed, running his hands through his hair.

“No, no, it’s- uh. Can you keep a secret?” You said, tears unwillingly streaming down your face.

“Yeah, Love, I can keep a secret between you, Freddie and I.” he joked, trying to make you smile.

“Freddie doesn’t know.” This just made you cry even harder, and he wrapped his arms around you in efforts to get whatever was bothering you out.

“Shh, it’s okay. I won’t tell him.”

“I’m going to a different school for my last two years.”

“Well that’s okay!” He smiled. “If it’s the best decision for you Fred won’t mind!”

“In Spain.”

“What?”

“I’m going abroad in Spain for two years. I’ll be home for breaks and stuff, but I won’t be here all the time. I feel awful, because I’m putting Freddie out of a place to live. I just haven’t found it in me to tell him.”

“You gotta tell him, Love. Brian and I will take him in, no problem. But he’s gotta know. He’s gotta prepare to move out.”

“I know.”

“It’ll all be just fine.” He said, putting your head on his shoulder.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Rog.” You whispered, crying again.

“Then you can have me, Baby. This isn’t anything to cry about, Love!”

“No I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t break your heart.”

“No!” He smiled. “You won’t break it, you’ve already got it.”

“Roger.” You said coldly. “I'm going to a different country for two years.”

“We can make this work.” He tried reasoning with you.

“Rog, I’m sorry,” you said, standing up. “I have to end whatever ‘this’ is.”

“No, Baby, please.” He said, standing up and grabbing your hands. You could see he was tearing up. “You have no idea how much I want this. How much I want you.”

“I want it too.” You whispered.

“Than it’s yours!” He exasperatedly sighed. “You’ve got me! We can talk on the phone all the time, I’ll save up money and fly you home on holiday.”

“Roger! I can’t start a relationship just to break both of our hearts and leave for two years. You’ve got to understand that!”

“Please don’t do this. If you do, you’ll have already broken my heart. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, and then to have it taken away.” He shook his head in disbelief, blinking away the tears.

“I know.”

“Please just give me the rest of this weekend. Acting like we were together like we just were, I mean. I just want to know what it’s like to have you be in love with me too. Even if it’s just for a moment, I just wanna know.” He said pressing his forehead against yours. There was a moment of silence. You wanted it too, wanted to pretend you were together for the rest of the weekend, but knew it’d make it harder to say goodbye.

“Okay.” You whispered, nodding your head and softly pressing your lips to his.

“You still wanna go shop a little?”

You nodded your head.

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Roger pulled into the small parking lot off the busy street filled with small mom and pop shops, candy stores, and personal boutiques. You rode there hand in hand as Roger sang you whatever song came on the radio. He had really convinced you to take this whole “dating for the weekend” thing seriously. Said that even if you were only dating him for a couple days, he was proud that you'd even allow him to call you his girlfriend, and he wanted to let everyone know it. It honestly broke your heart to know how much he cared about you. You always wanted someone to treat you the way he was, and it would all be over in a couple days. It made you second guess your decision.

“Okay, Love. I just wanted to let you know,” he started, walking around the car to open your door for you, “anything you see and want in one of the stores you can have. I’ll buy it. That’s what a boyfriend does, and besides, I brought some extra money so I could buy you things.”

You grabbed his hand as he helped you up out of the car. “Rog, you really don’t have to-”

“Yes I do. And don’t even try to say that I’m not your boyfriend. You know I am.” He winked.

“At least today you are.” You sarcastically replied.

“Yup. Today and tomorrow too.” He said grinning ear to ear as he pecked the side of your head. You could tell he thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. That broke your heart too.

The first store you went into was a beautiful boutique. You noticed an outfit on a mannequin, a white gauze half shirt that tied in the middle with jean bell bottoms that were embellished with white lines out of the same material as the shirt.

Roger noticed you staying at it. “Go ask her for it in your size so you can try it on, Love.” He urged you. He stood over to the side as he saw the woman get you a fitting room and hand you the outfit. You came out with the outfit on and a smile on your face and gasped,

“Oh Roger, look!” You said, twirling around.

“You look wonderful, Love.” He smiled as he watched you look in the mirror, and go back in the dressing room to get changed. While changing, he

walked over to the clerk and said, “Excuse me, uh, could you sell me that whatever size she had on in that shirt and pants while she’s getting changed?” The woman nodded and grabbed the pants from the table and shirt from the rack, and cashed Roger out.

As you slid the curtain over, back in your sheer romper, you found Roger standing outside the dressing room, holding a bag out for you. “Here, Baby.” He smiled.

You gasped, “Roger you didn’t!” As you looked in the bag to find the outfit you just had on. He just smiled back at you and gave you a hug, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door as he said goodbye to the woman. “Do you know how much those were?!”

“Mhm.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Rog.”

“But I wanted to! Told ya’ I was gonna get you anything you liked. You’re worth it.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

I could get used to this if I wasn’t leaving soon.

Next, you went into a store that had handmade soaps and lotions and you and Roger walked around smelling each of the scents, agreeing on some and laughing about how you disliked others.

“So, you like the Rose?”

“Yeah,” You said tentatively. “but-”

“Hey! No “but’s”. You like it, you got it.” He smiled, walking over to the counter with all the rose scented items and grabbing two rose candles, rose bath salts, body wash, lotion, a bath bomb, the floating soaps in the shape of roses, and the rose perfume.

“Roger, this is too much.” You said, grabbing some of the items to put back on the shelf.

“Nope. I said I’m getting it for you!” He teased, grabbing the soaps and putting them back in the bag. “You know, since we actually are dating, maybe we could even try all this out together later.”

You rolled your eyes. “In your dreams, Taylor. How do you even have the money for this?”

“I have my ways.” He winked, and turned to go to the counter to pay.

“Roger!”

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With your new bag in tow, the two of you walked hand in hand down the busy streets toward the bar at the end of the strip to get hamburgers for dinner.

“You know Rog,”

“Hmm?”

“I guess sharing the bath things might be kinda fun later.” You blushed.

“Really?” He smiled like a little child.

You nodded your head, too embarrassed to admit your true thoughts to him.

“You’re amazing.” He smiled, stopping to lean down and kiss your cheek.

As he looked up, he realized you were stopped in front of an Italian jewelry store called Giuseppe's. “Wanna go in?” He urged.

“Sure, but I just want to look, Roger. I do not want anything. You understand?” Letting other people buy you things always made you feel guilty.

He nodded as he opened the door for you.

Everything inside the store was gorgeous. The two of you “ooh’d” and “awed” at the detailed pieces in front of you in each display box you walked past. As you reached the rings, an old man who you assumed was Giuseppe walked over from the other side of the store to stand across from you.

“Can I help you with anything?”

Before Roger answered, you shot back, “Oh no, thank you. We’re just looking.” You said, squeezing Rogers hand as your fingers were still intertwined to make sure he didn’t try to refute you.

The old man nodded and started to walk away before adding, “You know, you two make an absolutely gorgeous couple. You’re young, but you’re so great together I wouldn’t have any trouble selling you a ring for her today, young man.”

“Oh we’re-” Roger cut you off.

“Absolutely smitten with one another. And thank you, sir. I really appreciate it. We both do. I feel so lucky to be able to call her mine.” Roger smiled as he pulled you in closer to him. You could tell he genuinely meant it too. It broke your heart.

You kept looking around the store, and let out a soft gasp. “Roger, look!” It was a gold necklace with a pendant in the shape of a treble clef, embellished with diamonds. “It’s gorgeous.”

“It’s perfect.” He added.

Before he could even think about purchasing it, you said, “Oh but I don’t want it. It’s fine. I’m quite hungry. We should go.” pulling his arm to get to the door. He was shocked to say the least, with every intent on buying that necklace for you. “Thank you so much for your kind words, sir.” You smiled.

“Oh no problem, darlin’. And son,” he spoke to Roger. “When it’s time, there will always be a ring waiting for you here.” He smiled.

“Thank you, sir. I sure hope so.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.

As you reached the bar, Roger sighed in exasperation. “Ugh, I have to run back to the car, Love. I forgot a pill I have to take with dinner.” He ran his hands through his hair, clearly annoyed. “I’ll only be a moment. Go in and get us a table outside and I’ll be right back.” He smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh it’s okay. You shouldn’t have to go by yourself. I’ll come with you.”

“No, Love. No girl of mine is going to walk all that way for one of my stupid mistakes.” He assured.

“Is it really that important Roger? You didn’t take a pill last night at dinner?”

“Uh- well I take it every other day. And yeah, it’s for my anxiety with the water, so yeah I’d say it’s pretty important.” He smiled.

“Okay, I'm sorry for doubting you.” You smiled, his hand on your cheek.

“Nah it’s alright, Love. Go on in and get us a seat. I’ll be right back.” He said, quickly pressing his lips to yours. He took two steps away, just letting go of your hand and called back to you, “I love you.” You didn’t say anything back. You didn’t know what to say, it just made you smile.

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Roger returned about fifteen minutes after you were seated, and after you two finished eating, it was dark outside; creating a picture perfect scene as you walked throughout the little town. There were white lights wrapped around the trees and hanging over the shops as if you were in a fairy wonderland.

There was a small garden in the middle of the town which was also embellished with lights. The two of you walked through it hand in hand, completely speechless at the beautiful sparkly scene in front of you. You came to a bench, and sat down, Roger putting his arm around you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“It’s so beautiful here.” You smiled.

“I’m glad you like it. Are you having fun?”

“Oh, Roger, you have no idea. This trip has taken such a weight off my shoulders. Honestly feels like the most fun I’ve had in years.” You laughed.

“Good, good.” he paused. “I’m sorry I said ‘I love you’ earlier. Kinda awkward.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Rog. There’s multiple ways to love people, not just romantically. That’s how I’ve always felt about the phrase. Freddie and I tell each other we love each other just about every day. So, in that sense, I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t say it back.” You looked up at him. “I hope I can make up for it, though.” You joked. “I love you too, Rog.” You said, as if talking to a young child. You knew you weren’t saying it in the same context as he had earlier. You were reminding yourself not to get too attached, even though you wanted to express your feelings in the same way he had just an hour or so before.

“Oh!” He exclaimed. “I got you something!”

“Not something else!” You laughed.

“You know, Y/N. Most girls want their boyfriends to buy them things.”

Their boyfriends.

He really considered himself your boyfriend for these next days to come. You wondered how he was so mentally okay with allowing himself to dive fully in, knowing he’d have to give it all up in a matter of days.

“It’s not that I don’t, I just always feel bad. Like I owe you something in return.”

“You don’t, and never will, Love.” He smiled, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small black box that had a white ribbon around it. “Here, open it.” He smiled, putting the box in your hands.

“You’re too much, Roger.” You shook your head, untying the ribbon. As you opened the box, you gasped. “Roger! You didn’t!”. It was the treble clef necklace from earlier.

“Well I saw how much you liked it,”

“But jewelry is expensive, Rog. I’m not worth that.”

“Hey,” he said in all seriousness, grabbing your shoulders and making you look at him. “Don’t you ever let anyone tell you that. You’re worth all the gems in the world.”

You got choked up at his kindness, unable to form words. “H-how?”

“I went back to the store when I told you to get a seat. And look!” He said, pulling a necklace out of his shirt. “I bought myself the one that matches. It isn’t as girly as yours, you know it doesn’t have all the gems, but they go together. Because-” he said, taking your necklace out of the box. “If you line them up the right way, they make a heart.” He smiled. At this point, tears of happiness were running down your cheeks. No one had ever been so thoughtful in your life. “Want me to put it on?” You nodded.

Roger put the necklace on you, and you couldn’t stop smiling. “I don’t even have enough words to thank you.” You gushed, grabbing squeezing his hand and pulling him in for a big hug. “And this time, I really do mean it, and I think in the way you meant it when you said it the first time. I really do love you, Roger Meddows Taylor.”

“Oh, Baby, how I love you too.” He smiled. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in to kiss you. It was a soft, short, but meaningful kiss, as it seemed to display your feelings for one another. You opened your eyes with your noses touching, each of you smiling like a child on Christmas morning, your arms around his neck with his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer next to him on the bench. It was his next comment which made you happier than you’d ever been before, yet also made you feel like you could cry for all eternity because you knew in the next forty eight hours you’d be pretending this was all a beautifully constructed fantasy, yet having everlasting pain in your heart as you yearned for his love to be in your life for the rest of your days. He said:

“Y/N, my Love, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life than I am sitting here with you right now. I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.”

A silent tear slid down your cheek as you leaned in to tell him you felt the same way without speaking a word as your lips reunited once again.

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You were getting undressed in your room as Roger insisted on preparing a bath for you with your new soaps. You stripped completely and put on your short, silk pink night robe and put your hair in a bun. The only item of clothing you kept on was the necklace Roger had just bought you, and you smiled as it sparkled in your reflection.

You opened the door from your room to the bathroom to be immediately hit by a strong wall of rose, and to find it only lit by your new candles and some others Roger must have found around the house. He was seated fully clothed next to the large claw foot tub with one hand in it as the bathtub was just about half full. His head instantly perked up at the sight of you.

“Roger, this is absolutely gorgeous.” You gasped.

“Yeah,” he laughed nervously as he stood. “Just trying to make you happy, as usual.” You could tell he didn’t think you wanted him to stay with you.

“It’s so… romantic.” You seductively said as you walked toward him, toying with the belt on your robe as he visibly blushed before you.

“Well, uh- I don’t know.” he nervously laughed again. “Rose just gives off that vibe, you know?”

You laughed at his ignorance.

“Well, I’m just going to let you relax in here then,” he uncomfortably stated as he stumbled toward the door to his room. “I hope the water isn’t too hot or too cold. I could always help ya’ if you’d like.” He winked, grabbing his door handle.

“Roger,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your body flush against his. “Are you actually about to walk out of this bathroom while your girlfriend is pressed up naked against you, about to take an extremely romantic bath that you prepared for her?”

He gasped. “You just called yourself my girlfriend.” He smiled. It was like music to his ears.

“Well that’s what I am right now, aren’t I?”

He nodded. You could feel him getting hard against your stomach. “And wait- you’re not naked, Love.”

You quickly untied your silk robe and let it fall to the floor, completely revealing yourself to him. “Now I am.”

Roger smirked as you saw him lick his lips. “Always so fucking perfect.” He muttered. “So I take it you want me to take a bath with you?”

You nodded, lovingly dragging your hand along his jawline.

“If that’s what my princess wants, then that’s what she gets.” He smiled, scooping you up and setting you in the bathtub as he started to rid himself of his clothes. You watched him as he stripped, head resting in your hand as your arm leaned on the side of the bathtub. “You’re staring.” He teased in a sing-song voice as he took off his shirt.

“I want to.” You echoed back in the same tone. As you watched him undress, you snapped into reality, realizing how stupid you were being, and how hurt you’d be in the long run. But for a moment, and just for a moment, you mentally said,

“Fuck off conscious, I’m on vacation, and I’m technically Roger Taylor’s girlfriend right now so leave me the fuck alone.” That was the last you allowed yourself to hear from your conscious that weekend.

As he pulled down his boxers and his member sprang loose, you realized he was much thicker than you imagined. It made your breath hitch just at the thought. “Make room for me, Love.” he said, one foot stepping into the tub. You sat up, allowing him to lay back against the tub as you laid back with your chest pressed against his, the two of you making out until you had to reach up to turn off the water. There was no feeling of a necessity to have a sexual moment, the feeling of your nude bodies pressed against each other in the romantic atmosphere with his arms lovingly wrapped around your body was more than enough.

You must have fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew Roger was wrapping you in a towel, one already around his waist as he carried you bridal style to his room.

“Was I asleep, Rog?” You asked as he laid against the pillows still cradling you in his lap.

He laughed. “Yeah, think I was too, Love. I woke up like fifteen minutes ago. Sat there appreciating how beautiful you were for a little while, then got up and dried myself off before doing the same for you and carrying your arse in here. You’re the hardest person to wake up, you know that?”

“Freddie has definitely told me that before.” You chuckled. “Why, how bad was it this time?”

“I tried talking to you to get you to wake up, and nothing. Then I tried rubbing your arm, also nothing. Eventually I had to shake you, and you mumbled “I’m awake, I’m awake” and just put your head back on my chest and fell asleep again. I couldn’t stop laughing. It’s quite adorable, really. I’m honestly shocked you’re awake now.”

“Well I’m cold, that’s why.” You said, standing up.

“Where are got going?”

“To get my pajamas?” You said, curious as to why he was asking you all these questions. “Like I said, I’m cold.”

“Wait. No girlfriend of mine needs pajamas to stay warm he said, standing and engulfing you in a huge hug and he nuzzled his head in your neck we he lovingly kissed it.

“Roger,” you laughed, hands rubbing through his hair.

He turned you around and laid you on the pillows as he hovered over top of you, his nose pressing yours as you both had childlike grins on your faces, hands intertwined.

“Baby?” he said.

“Hmm?”

“Want a massage with that new lotion I bought you?”

“Do I not already smell like rose?” You laughed.

“Ehh, not enough.” He said as he said up and grabbed the lotion off the nightstand. “Where do you want me to start, Love?”

“Wherever you want.” You smirked, and he slowly peeled the towel off your body as if he was touching fine china. You noticed him gasp a little as a large, closed mouth grin appeared on his face.

“I’m never gonna get used to how beautiful you are.” He shyly admitted as he put some lotion on his hands, and started massaging your breasts.

“Roger!” You laughed.

“What?”

“Really? There?”

“You said anywhere I want, Love.” He said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. His hands continued their squeezing as his fingers toyed with your nipples causing you to squirm beneath his touch. He rolled you over on your stomach and put some more lotion on your back as he gave you the best back massage you’d ever had. You weren’t sure if it was because of the situation you two were in, or if it was from his calloused hands from drumming, but his hands seemed to rub away all your tension and pain, putting you in a euphoric state of mind. His hands trailed down and he lovingly ran his hands over your curves. As he started to squeeze, through labored breaths you said, “Roger- I need you to touch me now.”

“Y/N, I believe I’m already touching you.” He smirked as you rolled on your back.

“Fuck off, you know what I mean.” You said, clearly annoyed as you pulled him down so he was almost laying on top of you into an extremely passionate kiss.

Your hands rubbed up and down his back as his lips trailed down your neck, working on the spot that made you moan the most. He left wet kisses as he sucked and nipped on your neck. Your small moans made him grunt, and one of his hands slid up and down your side as if he was worshiping your body. He smiled as he saw how you reacted to his movements, and started trailing down to suck on your breasts, switching between sides as his hand toyed with the nipple on the other side. Before continuing to trail down, he lovingly kissed your lips, and then kissed all over your stomach. Through your extremely limited amount of focus you noticed a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead, a complete look of bliss on his face. His hands were caressing your inner thighs as he allowed one to linger where you needed it most. He brought his face up to yours, his eyes clearly asking if you wanted to do this and you nodded, your nose rubbing against his as he simultaneously reconnected your lips as he started rubbing circles around your core to stimulate your nerves. As he inserted a finger, you closed your eyes and let out a long, drawn out moan.

“God,” he grunted, his hips bucking into your leg. He looked down to see the necklace he bought you shimmering between your breasts. It was perfect. His towel fell from around his waist. You felt his bulge before you could see it, all of a sudden making what you two were doing extremely prevalent in your head. You already knew you were getting attached, exactly what you were trying to avoid.

Then you opened your eyes to see his ocean blue ones lovingly staring down at you. In that moment you’d never wanted anyone more. “God, you’re so tight.”

“It’s been quite a while” you managed to say as he slowly started pumping, and you quietly moaned, embarrassed from your last.

“Don’t”

“Don’t what?”

“Be as loud as you want, Baby. It turns me on.” He winked as he picked up the pace, shocking you and causing you to let out another loud moan in his mouth as you kissed, him taking advantage of the situation and inserting his tongue in your mouth, lips starting to move in sync with his thrusts.

He added in another finger, gently scissoring you as you tightly grabbed onto his shoulder from the little bit of pain that came with the immense amount of pleasure. His thumb started toying with your bud; you didn’t think you’d ever felt this much pleasure before. It caused you to whine out as you dug your finger nails in his shoulders.

He pulled away from the kiss, stopping his movements as you latched your lips onto his neck. “Was it too much?” He asked.

“God no, keep going.” You breathlessly said against his neck, the vibrations making him moan out in pleasure. He started up again, his movements much faster this time. He started to circle his fingers, curving them as you felt them hit your spot.

“Roger,” you loudly moaned.

“Jesus,” he breathed, reaching for his member and giving himself a couple pumps, causing you to smile.

“Baby,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. “I think it’s your turn now.” You smiled, flipping him over so you were now on top. You rode his fingers for a moment before removing them, and you slid back so you were sitting on his thighs. He looked at you expectantly, as if he couldn’t wait for what was to come next. Just as you were bending down, you heard him let out a soft chuckle.

“What?”

“It’s just funny.” He smiled lovingly.

“What’s funny? I’m trying to be sexy.”

He laughed. “I know, but seeing you all prim and proper all the time, and now to see you like… well, like this. It’s just amusing. Like it’s not even the same person.”

“Well then I’m definitely gonna shock you now, Love.” You smirked, as you wrapped your mouth around him. You felt his legs tighten beneath you as he squeezed his eyes shut, and his breathing grew heavy. You bobbed your head up and down, earning a groan from him. You felt his precum in your mouth, which you seductively licked off his tip, looking up at him.

“God, your eyes” he moaned, squirming beneath you, bucking his hips further into your mouth. You pulled off of him making a popping sound as you gripped him with your hand, continuing the pace you set with your head as you journeyed up to join your lips with his.

The taste of himself on you and was almost too much for him, and he groaned as your tongues intertwined, one hand toying through your hair while one squeezed your breast. Between your kisses he breathlessly said, “Faster, Y/N”

As you started moving your hand faster, his hips bucked harder as he grabbed the sheets, his moans getting louder and more frequent. To appease yourself, you started grinding on his leg, which almost made him finish right there. You felt him start to twitch, as he said, “I’m close, Love.” and you stopped moving.

You both looked at each other.

You knew what this meant, where you were.

Most importantly, what came next.

You took a deep breath and sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair.

You wanted to, so bad. No one had ever treated you as kindly as Roger had, but you knew how hard this would make it to let go. You looked to the left at the condoms on the table, and to the right at Roger’s suitcase. A symbol of travel. You knew you’d be leaving for two years, yet something told you not to let this go. You were so conflicted that tears welled in your eyes as you realized most people didn’t know the pain of giving up something so beautiful and perfect for the betterment of their future, a tribulation that you now had to face too frequently. You blew out a puff of air to try to blink away the tears from the complexities of your lifestyle. His hand reached up and lovingly caressed the side of your face.

“Hey, hey, please don’t cry. I know what you’re thinking about. I know how much harder this will make it in a couple of days, so we don’t have to do this.” He said. You looked up at the ceiling to avoid embarrassment. “Hey, Y/N. Look at me.” You brought your eyes down to his. “We don’t have to do this. There are other ways we can both finish, or we just won’t at all. I mean, I’ll have to, but you can just go take a shower or something.” He laughed. “Whatever way you think will make saying goodbye easier is what I’m for.” He smiled, though he was clearly smiling through a heavy load of pain in his heart.

You didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, just looking at him in all of his sparkling beauty while your heart and your mind went head to head. And then suddenly felt it.

There was a new fighter in the battle.

A stronger fighter.

Lust.

The throbbing in your core became unbearable, and as much as you knew it’d hurt you, in that moment you wanted him more than anything.

Hungered for him.

“Fuck it.”

You lunged for a condom, tearing it open with your teeth, and as you pulled it out he grabbed your wrist, taking your full attention. “We don’t have to do this. I don’t want this to be harder than it has to be, Baby.”

“But I want to.” He wasn’t convinced. He still looked at you hesitantly. As you rolled on the condom, you bent down and huskily whispered in his ear, “I need you.”

“Fuck.” He whined.

You positioned him underneath you as you slid down, a gasp coming from your mouth as he heavily breathed, “Oh my god.”

Then, you realized what day it was. It was Saturday night. You were supposed to leave tomorrow. You didn’t want to leave this tomorrow. You wouldn’t. Your heart couldn’t handle it.

“We’re not leaving tomorrow, right?” You asked.

“Oh hell no.” He smirked.

“Good,” you said as you bent down to graze your nose against his. Just as you were about to kiss him he cried,

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, fucking move!”

Which made you laugh as your hands intertwined and you started rocking on top of him, immediately at a fast pace.

He tightly squeezed your hands as he fidgeted beneath you, loudly groaning.

“This okay?”

“Perfect.” He said through hitched breaths.

And it was. Your bodies seemed to find a perfect rhythm effortlessly. He filled you up perfectly. Your hands intertwined as if they were two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. You seemed made for each other. And at this moment, it didn’t seem that anything, even thousands of miles, a sea, and a different country could do anything to change that.

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Roger woke up first, as he expected to. Your bodies were still nude and intertwined, you were facing him and his arm held you lovingly into his body. Even though this had only been his life for two days, he never wanted it to end, knowing fully once you two returned home it’d be like it never happened. It killed him. Right now, he wanted you more than anything in the world, and wanted to show the world you were his. As he looked down in between yourselves, he couldn’t help but smile. Somehow, in the middle of the night, your matching necklaces found each other, intertwining and forming a heart.

He found it quite symbolic of how your love was to play out. Though it could have been due to the fact that he was grasping for straws at the moment; anything to convince him that this relationship would happen. That even in the darkest moments, when you were the furthest away from each other, and things seemed impossible, your love would prevail. He bent his head down and kissed your sleeping lips, as your eyes flushed open and lips curved into a smile.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He said placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Good morning, my Love.” You responded back, a blush appearing on your cheeks as you smiled. You moved your legs so your left leg wasn’t on the bottom of all four of your legs, and you both let out a small groan of pain.

“You’re sore too?” He asked.

“Well that’s what happens when you do it five times in a night, Roger.” You said sarcastically.

“What do ya’ want from me love? You’re so gorgeous, I couldn’t help it.” He whined.

“I know,” you smiled as his hands slid down your sides and started squeezing your curves.

“Roger, I don’t think I could handle another round right now.” You laughed.

“But morning se-”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No!” You smiled. “We wouldn’t be able to move and enjoy our beach day!”

“Okay, fine.” He resigned, kissing your cheeks and all over your face to wake you up.

“I’ve got to admit, this really is the best way to wake up.” You laughed.

“You can wake up like this every day you’re in the same country as me, if you want.” He smiled hopefully.

“Roger.” You said sternly.

“I know.”

“I don’t want it to end, that’s part of the reason I wanted to stay another day.” You admitted.

“Me too. Depending on the weather maybe we could even stay Monday night!” He encouraged.

“And forget about school?”

“Eh it’s October. We can be sick.” He said, making you laugh.

“We gonna call Freddie and Bri?”

“Nah. As far as I’m concerned, we’re the only two people on the Earth until we get back in London. That’s when we can break out of our fantasy. Until then, I don’t want to call home. I’ll deal with all that shit when I get there. No sense in dealing with it now and worrying about it for the rest of our trip.”

“Okay.” You smiled.

“So what's our plan today, my dear?”

“Beach, food, disco later?” You suggested.

“Whatever you want, my Love.” He said, placing a kiss to your nose.

Bliss.

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You sat on a large rock at the top of the beach in your yellow and white gingham frilled bikini as Roger took pictures of you. Pictures of you smiling,

laying down, making peace signs, blowing him a kiss, everything. He was making you laugh as he pretended he was a professional photographer and you were his model.

“Perfect!”

“Amazing!”

“Just like that!”

“Hold it!”

“Gorgeous, Darling, gorgeous!”

Now you were laughing hysterically.

“What?”

Through your laughs you managed to get out, “You sound like Freddie!” Now you both were laughing, and he walked over to the rock as you sat on its edge, wrapping his arms around your waist as he showed you the photos he took and you kissed the top of his head.

“Excuse me?” The guy of another couple who seemed a couple years older than you and Roger asked the two of you. You both looked up to find the other pair smiling at you.

“Would you like me to take a picture of the two of you?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, mate. That’d be great. Thanks.” Roger said smiling as he handed the camera to the man and climbed on the rock next to you, pulling you into his lap. The two of you looked at the man smiling.

“3”

“Now Love,” Roger jokingly started as he whispered in your ear.

“2”

“If you breathe in as he takes the photo, it’ll push out your tits a little more.” He winked as he whispered in your ear.

“Roger?!” You said, causing you to start laughing hysterically.

“1!”

Roger quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek and wrapped his arms around you tighter.

“Aw, guys, that looks like that’ll be a great photo. Here, let’s just let it develop to make sure it came out okay.” The man said as Roger conversed with him.

After a minute or so, the man looked at the Polaroid in his hands and said “Yeah, that’s great you guys!”

“Thanks a lot, mate.” Roger said as he took the photo.

“Would you like us to take a picture of you two?”

You asked.

“Nah, that’s alright. We’ve got loads together. I know how hard it is not to have someone to take a picture sometimes though, so just wanted to help out.” He smiled as he walked away.

“Let’s see it, Rog!” You shrieked excitedly as he climbed onto the rock, sitting next to you. Your hands hurriedly took the photo from Roger.

“Oh my god, it’s actually perfect.” You smiled.

He took it from your hands, and as he smiled down at it, you saw tears well up in his eyes.

“What’s wrong Rog?” You immediately said, running your fingers through his hair as you pressed your forehead to his. “Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing.” He said, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Roger.” You said, knowing fully something was eating away at him.

“It’s just, I know we extended our trip a day, and I’m so happy about that. But ever since we’ve said how we’ve been feeling, and with how amazing last night was, I’ve never been happier. I’m not ready for this to end, and I don’t want you to leave. Maybe you’ve felt this way about someone before, I don’t know, but I haven’t. I’ve been with a lot of girls, but none of them feel like you do. None of them make me feel the way you do. Please tell me I wasn’t the only one who felt it last night.”

“I felt it too.” You shakily admitted. You knew he’d caught you. “It’s like we were-”

“Made for each other? And not just sexually. In every aspect of the phrase, right?”

You nodded your head, biting your lower lip, knowing a heartbreak would be coming both of your ways in a matter of days.

“You know what I saw when I woke up this morning? Our necklaces found their way together overnight. They made a heart on their own. We can make this work. Please, I want to make this work. You have no idea how much it means to me.” He pleaded. “I know you’re going away, but it won’t even seem like we’re apart. I’ll make sure of it. I was planning on telling you this on the way home, but I’ll tell you now. I’m giving you my car.”

“What?”

“I’ve been saving up for a while, and I want the new Alfa Romeo. You need a car, and I made a call right when we got here the other day. There’s a boat that’s much cheaper than airfare that goes out of here to the top of Spain. Its about a day boat ride, and then you can just leave your car here at my beach house and either I can drive here, you could drive to London, or we could meet halfway. Whatever you wanna do. And you could come home all the time. I could see you at least once a month.”

You stuttered.

“I don’t want to lose this. Please. You were right; making love did make saying goodbye so much harder, and I really just don’t want to. I can’t. I think it’s for the better that we go through whatever major life changes one of us has together. I’ll support you through every decision you make, I just want to be there for you.”

“Roger, I don’t know.”

“I can’t let this go, because…” he trailed off.

“Because?” You asked. He paused.

“I’m in love with you.” He blurted out, tears freely flowing down his face.

Saying ‘I love you’ and being in love with someone are two completely different things. You were shocked.

“Please say something, Baby.”

You were speechless.

“Y/N?” He said, his voice cracking. He felt as if he knew your answer, yet needed proof.

Meanwhile, inside your heart and mind were at war again, their previous defeater “lust” was nowhere to be found. You had two answers for him, you were just waiting for it to be narrowed down to one as you weighed the pros and cons in your head.

“Please, Love.”

You told yourself you had three seconds to make a decision.

Three.

“I can’t let this go.” He said, pushing your hair out of your face. “I’ve never been in love before. Now I know that love isn’t a thing, it’s a person.”

Two.

“You’re my love, Y/N”

One.

You inhaled to speak.

“I-”

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hurricaneself · 6 years ago

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Game of Thrones S8 E3 Response (SPOILERS)

Okay my responses to this week's episode, SPOILERS AHEAD DON'T READ UNLESS YOU SAW THE EPISODE:

1. the dothraki charge was fucking pointless. WHY DID THEY THINK THAT WOULD WORK AT ALL?! They just fuckin destroyed the Khalsaar for NOTHING! Pisses me off. Sure it looked cool, but THERE IS MORE POINT TO THEM THAN A COOL LOOKING SHOT!

2. Ned ALWAYS said "Winterfell could be held with only 500 men." So what was the point of having the bulk of the army outside the gates at ALL?! Smh stupid stupid stupid.

3. Since they put dragonglass points on the tips of the walls (where no wights could climb in the first place), why TF didn't they put those tips on EVERY top of the walls to defend from wights crawling over the walls instead of on the top where they wouldn't be coming over AT ALL?! Smh stupid stupid stupid

4. How do fully decomposed, BONES of the dead Starks break through the stones & walls of their crypts? That made no sense. But since Jon SAW Hardhome & KNEW NK could raise the dead at any point... Why weren't the crypts reinforced to make it impossible for the dead Starks to come out of the crypts? Oh maybe cuz we thought how TF could BONES escape crypts in the first place?! I call this as I see it... A cop out by the writers to make shit "more suspenseful," but really it dont make sense AT ALL.

5. Am I the only one who felt the NK raising the dead to avoid a fight with Jon was a bloody COP OUT?!

6. Is Rhaegal dead or alive? He seemed to go down when he crash landed with Jon and left Jon on the battlefield (or Jon left him). But I saw him in the promo for next week... I am CONFUSED about this. Especially since multiple "episode review" articles list Rhaegal as dead but here other's list him as alive and I thought he died but saw the clips for the next episode and just wtf I'm confused.

7. Wtf was 3-Eyed-Bran doing the entire episode in his warging state? AND wtf happened to Ghost?! (Okay I guess that's 2 points but I aint renumbering my entire post for it sorry)

8. I looooooved that Lyanna wasn't going down unless she took the wight giant with her. That imo is the ONLY way she could die. It was done right... But I still cried when she died. RIP the little girl who could shame grown ass northerners into the right... And RIP House Mormont.... IF ONLY SHE HAD LISTENED TO JORAH

9. Jorah's death was fitting in that he went down protecting Dany with his dying breath. And DAMN that scene of Dany crying over him AND Drogon laying there mourning him. Oh the feels! I cried. I can't believe they didn't let him say those last words he was struggling to tell Dany before he died. Dude, the writers could have AT LEAST let him die mid-sentence, NOT choke off any chance for him to say he loved Dany or that she will be okay etc. Otherwise, I was satisfied with his ending... It's sad for sure, but we knew not everyone was going to make it.... And he deserved to say those words dammit!!!

10. Arya was an inspiring bad ass the ENTIRE episode. Even when she was scrambling in the library, which honestly wasnt that great, but I get why cuz it was Beric's purpose to save her so she could kill NK. I literally whooped and shouted in joy when she used that move to kill him. I think it was perfectly fitting.... Buuuuut, why couldn't they have shown us HOW she even GOT to the NK?! Like obvi she had to have taken a wights face, run across treetops, or Bran warged a dragon to drop her in.... But NOT showing THAT and her just appearing outta nowhere to kill NK seems like a cop out of the writers tryin to make us believe NK was gonna succeed in killing 3-Eyed-Bran, which is just annoying to me. I think it wouldve been more suspenseful if we had to hold our breath knowing Arya was going after NK rather than the route they took of her coming outta no where across a circle of wights and WW.

I admit I am a little too invested in this show and was 100% knawing on my hand in anxiety the entire episode. Ok... I'll shut up cuz this is a veeeeeeeery long comment haha thx for putting up w/ me Tumblr

#game of thrones #got8 #got8 spoilers #dothraki #dany targaryen #god bless lyanna mormont #lyanna mormont #jorah mormont #ser jorah #dany x jorah #arya stark #night king #white walkers #wights #ghost #bran stark #three eyed crow #writer fails #my rants

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twilightofthe · 5 years ago

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Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, annnnnnnd Luke Skywalker

Probs gonna be a long post since I Cannot Shut Up, so here we go!

OBI WAN (see look I told you this was gonna be long)

How I feel about them: HELLO HI YES I LOVE HIM A NORMAL AMOUNT. Okay okay, besides the fact that he is Very Nice To Look At (c’mon, I must, I have EYES), I genuinely love Obi Wan because he wants to be a good person so, so badly, and he’s always ALWAYS trying to be better because he doesn’t believe he already is a good person. His life is a literal living hellhole and he doesn’t crumple under all of that tragedy like literally everyone else does, he takes a moment, puts a cheeky smile back on his face, and gets back up and keeps going. He can be a hypocrite, he tends to look over things he really shouldn’t or gets the wrong idea about things and just shuts off what he doesn’t want to deal with, he’s overconfident and a little snobby and petty and a bit of an asshole, and he makes mistakes because he is human, and I love him for all of those flaws because if he was perfect, I wouldn’t like him as much. He’s funny and reckless and would literally die before letting anything he cared about get hurt, he wants to do everything at once so he can help everyone and he literally gives all of himself to a cause because he cares and y’all, he is the most distinguished disaster I have ever come across and he deserves peace and rest and loved ones who don’t die in his arms or betray him and he’s one of the most brilliant fighters I have ever seen and he just draws you in. You can’t help but want to watch him.

Romantic ships: I will love him and Anakin together past my dying breaths; they’re soulmates. I can also enjoy seeing him with Quinlan or Ventress, and of course Satine.

Non-Romantic OTPs: Anakin again, I just love them and will take them any way I can get. Also Cody, Cody is great. And Ahsoka-- especially post-Order 66 (c’mon Kenobi movie don’t let me down now). And Padmé! Ugh, I’m mad TCW refused to let us see the Obi/Pads friendship the movies promised us they had.

Unpopular Opinion: Two big ones. First, that Anakin is the most important person in his life. I can’t see it any other way, and I know other people would disagree. Second, that he’s a good person and ALSO kinda a jerk. He’s one of the most popular figures in this fandom with the most mercurial fanbase. I’d say a good 85% adore him, but then the 15% who don’t hate him with a burning passion. Seriously, it’s like to these people Palpatine was a better Master to Anakin than he was, jeez-- I’m digressing. Anyway, it’s like in retaliation, the other 85% have put him up on a pedestal as someone who’s done no wrong whatsoever. And here I am in the middle like, I love him to hell and back and always will, he’s legit one of my favorite characters, but he isn’t perfect. Like I said, it’s hard for me to like perfect characters with no flaws. So yea, I guess that’s it.

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon: MORE OBIKIN MOMENTS BECAUSE I’M NEEDY. Ok but in reality, there’s a couple things, most I’m discovering have to do with female characters. I wish he hadn’t faked his death when Ahsoka was there. I get why Anakin had to be there to witness it, otherwise he wouldn’t believe it, but Obes, my dude, there was no reason why you had to (further) traumatize a sixteen year old over this. She really did not need to have you die in her arms, you of all people know how shitty that feels. I also want to know why he didn’t speak up (or if he did and we didn’t see it) at Ahsoka’s trial. Was he being punished for Mandalore? Going off of that, I wish we actually got to see him mourn Satine for more than 0.5 seconds of him looking sad after she died and then it literally never being brought up again (I’m looking at you here, Season 7, give me SOMETHING). I’d also like to see him having some sort of meaningful interaction with Leia that would make her naming her only child after him make more sense (I actually have a really good penpals style idea about this, but I don’t know if I’d be able to write it before the Kenobi show comes out and josses it). Also, I heard that the original Twin Suns episode of Rebels was supposed to have Kanan going to Tatooine with Ezra, and I really would like to see a Kanan/Obi Wan interaction, it just sounds like so much potential for angsty goodness!!! ;_;

AHSOKA

How I feel about them: My brave, brave girl! She was what got me into the prequels in general, if you can believe it (wow, my star wars watching order is just WEIRD), I had to know more about her after seeing literally one glimpse of her in Rebels and then saw the Tumblr fandom explode. She’s enduring and snarky and clever and a total badass and I adore how we got to see her grow from a spunky little kid into a shining, confident young woman who I’d follow anywhere. Anyway, I love her and god did she deserve so much BETTER FROM EVERYTHING. HER LIFE SUCKED TOO AND SHE TOLD LIFE TO FUCK OFF AND KEPT GOING.

Romantic ships: I adore her and Kaeden Larte from the Ahsoka novel and you can pry my headcanon that they’re still together up to the Sequel trilogy out of my cold dead hands. Also Barriss Offee (WHY DO ALL MY STAR WARS SHIPS HAVE A PATTERN? CAN WE NOT BE BETRAYING EACH OTHER FOR FIVE SECONDS PLEASE). Also Riyo Chuchi, that was really cute!!!

Non-Romantic OTP’s: Snips n’ Skyguy all the way!!!! But also argh, I adore Ahsoka and Rex and everything about them and Season 7 is going to KILL ME. I also love seeing Ahsoka and Padmé interact, and I really do like the little bits we see of her and Obi Wan and I want MORE of them >:(

Unpopular Opinion: This is gonna sound weird since I just said that seeing Ahsoka in Rebels was what got me into TCW and the prequels, but I really didn’t like her characterization in Rebels all that much after I went back and saw her in TCW. I know she grew up and was traumatized and matured, but Rebels!Ahsoka just seemed a bit too severe, a bit too peaceful (she’s always been a firebrand), a bit too quiet. Yea she grew, but I feel like the environment she grew up in wouldn’t foster the personality change she got in Rebels. She was a bit of a hot mess in TCW, and the Ahsoka novel kinda showed more of that personality in an older version of her and felt more right than what we got in Rebels.

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon: A GROUP HUG WITH ANAKIN AND OBI WAN IN SEASON 7, PREFERABLY HER PICKING THEM BOTH UP LEGEND OF KORRA STYLE. Ok but really there’s a LOT of things. First, that she never liked Lux Bonteri. I’m sorry, I’m petty. He just reminds me way too much of my IRL friend’s stupidass boyfriend who I Do Not Like and I never got what Ahsoka actually saw in him ;p Second is that I did not like how Ezra saved her in Rebels. It’s a grumpy point for me because I certainly like how she managed to outlive the entire Order that kicked her out, it’s poetic, and if they did have Vader kill her I’d still be grumpy because it would be just another Prequel era woman who got killed off because she wasn’t in the OT while the males all find some way to be alive despite not being in the OT. HOWEVER, you will never convince me that Kanan wasn’t the one who deserved that time-travel fixit. Kanan had a family-- a CHILD, who he left behind. Kanan had a future, and a story point that was just left unfinished and unsatisfying for me and other fans, if what I’ve heard was right. As much as it would annoy me, Ahsoka dying facing Vader makes sense from a narrative point because it would follow the path that Vader destroys everyone he ever loved until he meets Luke. Kanan’s death felt sudden and forced, and the fact that they had the audacity to use his death to be like “oh no Kanan had to die and become a Spirit Wolf solely to tell Ezra he needed to bring AHSOKA back”, come on. Rebels didn’t establish Ahsoka and Kanan having any sort of meaningful relationship, it makes no sense for that to be his final wish, so it just feels a LOT like favoritism on Filoni’s part. So yea, I don’t know what I wanted to save Ahsoka because I did want her alive, but it definitely shouldn’t have been at the expense of Kanan. Meh. Ok, but on a happier note, I really wanna see Anakin’s ghost on Endor reuniting with her again cuz that would be sweet and make me cry. I also wanna see Ahsoka interacting with Obi Wan on Tatooine in the new show because please it would be perfect, she’s already met Leia, now she can meet Luke! Also, if we could actually see her find Ezra, that would be very nice, thank you.

LUKE

How I feel about this character: Luke Skywalker is one of the bravest, most kindest men in the galaxy. He’s not the stereotypical macho hero, he’s goofy and he whines and sulks and he makes dumb jokes and he rushes right into things, but he’s determined as all hell and once he loves you, he’s never letting go. He wants to fix everything! He has so many ideas! He’s so bright and you can’t help but fall in love with his smile and his sparkling eyes and you want all his dreams and plans (because he has so, so many of them) to come true, and he will make them come true, because he is stubborn like both of his parents before him. He worked through the discovery of his beloved father being a monster, and not only did he love him despite that, he did the unthinkable and BROUGHT HIM BACK. LUKE BROUGHT ANAKIN HOME BECAUSE HE LOVED AND BELIEVED IN HIM AND HE WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO DO IT. I just wish he had gotten the happy ending his parents never did (and that he had had for 40 years before it was ripped away whoops I got salt on this haha).

Romantic ships: Complicated. I think he would be really cute with Ezra if they ever actually met; their personalities would mesh nicely and I think they’d make a great team! However, I don’t really ship him with anyone else, and me the ace again is projecting major aro/ace vibes onto him because I can *blows raspberry*

Non-Romantic OTP: BROT3 WITH HAN AND LEIA!!!! FOREVER AND ALWAYS!!!!!!!! Y’all but they literally saved the galaxy together, and Luke and Leia love each other so much they knew there was a connection from the very beginning and always supported each other and the BEST space siblings, argh that forehead kiss was my favorite part of The Last Jedi I cry but I also love the chaotic dumbass duo that is Han and Luke and how they’d legit die for each other and have each others’ backs. And, Luke and R2 will always always make my heart melt because these guys are the best team! And Chewie, cannot forget Chewie, Chewie loves his stupid blonde little brother. Ya know what, I’ll also add in Rey for the pure potentiality of what could have been.

Unpopular Opinion: Well it’s certainly not unpopular to anyone I talk to, but Lucasfilms disagrees with me, so I’m gonna put forth that I don’t care WHAT the explanation is, I could never ever ever see Luke even thinking about murdering his nephew in his sleep, not just a “slip up”, not “only for a second”, no. Yes, people can change in thirty years, and I’ve begrudgingly accepted a lot of his actions in TLJ, but not that one. Luke would NEVER. A more unpopular one I have would be that he’s not as much of a “innocent cinnamon roll” as fandom makes him out to be. We see from the beginning of Episode 4 that Luke has the Skywalker temper and he’s a bit on the rude side, even though to me that seems a little more like issues with a filter that he works on developing throughout the OT. But yeah, people tend to declaw him a bit and forget this is the same sarcastic, snarky guy that can and will happily kick the ass of basically anyone who he can’t talk his way out of trouble with (in this, he is very much Obi Wan’s apprentice).

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon: LET HIM APPEAR TO REY WITH ANAKIN’S FORCE GHOST 2K19!!! PLEASE JJ I BEG YOU YOU LITERALLY NAMED THE MOVIE AFTER THEM. Also, please just let him take an active role in Episode 9. I understand it’s about the new protagonists, but please do not include the Sequel Trilogy in the “Skywalker Saga” if you’re just gonna sideline him the entire time. If he couldn’t have his original happy ending, please let him be happy at the end of all of this.

#i’m proud of myself i could have added a LOT more sequel salt in Luke’s section than i did you’re welcome #i also will go off completely unprompted over the IRL friend’s stupidass boyfriend and almost did #so be very thankful i showed restraint xD #our only ho #snip snap #twin sun

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shewasanamericangirl · 6 years ago

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screamin bout zi-o 36

i had fun doing this last week, so let’s make another screencap post! of course, i said that, and then it took several days to upload all the pictures because tumblr just stops fucking working sometimes. anyhoo! it’s yuko kitajima roast hour. image-heavy and spoiler-heavy, naturally.

so ginga blew everyone up and they ran away to a sewer it seems.

honestly that theory makes as much sense as anything else on this booty ass fuckin’ kamen rider show

i was just like...he isn’t

but then he was

swartz: she could step on me in those red pumps and i’d say Thank You

hora: i regret so much right now

uhr: *shonen anime character walking down the street pose*

then over quartzer plays and im starting to feel a little lost because i don’t get to hear about the episode according to woz’s book? hello??

yuko’s still out gettin her spa treatments and shit, god only knows how she got the money for all that, and somehow she never crosses paths with the cops or anyone who recognizes her from the news?? uh

honestly yeah?? a queen deserves to look GOOD. her theme music is eerily sexy, i need an mp3 of it right now

don’t get me wrong, im well aware that swartz is being a suck-up to try and get yuko to help with his plan to seize ginga’s power, but damn im kinda shipping swartz with yuko now too...i mean, he WAS looking at her while doing the sexy ice cream thing last week. what flavor ice cream would yuko be? black cherry chip maybe?

(headcanon: woz tries apple pie ice cream and declares it a crime against both apple pie and ice cream alike--but he still eats the whole coneful)

hora and uhr get ZA WARUDO’D down the stairs by swartz

we were all uhr right here

yeaaaaaah she just doesn’t want to fight ginga

tsukuyomi’s a mood. someone put a band-aid on geiz’s forehead pls

ok woz i get that if you’re looking for a despotic ruler to follow that yuko is likely a better bet than sougo, but you’re missing an important detail: if yuko actually had a shot at becoming queen of everything, she’d already have one of you in tow, and you would most likely hate each other.

...majou means “demon queen” in this case, not “witch”, right?

aaaaaand this...is the moment when yuko started making me very uncomfortable. the way she responds: “yes...i do remember. it’s you.”

and sougo’s face just lights up--my guy, she could so easily be lying. she didn’t say one thing about the band-aid or the playground or anything that’d indicate she’s actually sougo’s crush.

like...if not for the fact that sougo had such a crush on the seifuku girl, it wouldn’t be all that major a memory. it likely wasn’t for the girl in question--just a happy sunny day cheering up a lonely little boy. a beautiful memory, yes...but memories fade.

can someone please explain to me why woz’s characterization is all over the place in kiva arc? are you pro-yuko or anti-yuko, woz? i don’t understand what’s going through his pretty head at all honestly. he gets pretty taciturn in the scenes he’s not inhaling pie, but then at times he seems to think yuko’s cool aaaaaagh i don’t know

junichiro: meowing, just wanted an excuse to cook lots of food

sougo: “yay, uncle’s cooking!”

woz: [deadpan monotone] “yaaaaaaay uncle’s cooking...”

ive had enough of this evil bitch honestly but when she points it’s still Good Shit

ridiculous move name, but also an awesome move name

and turning to stone to heal up while the sun’s clouded over? very cool

denied

i noped so hard at this part. like...i really do feel protective of sougo. yuko doesn’t give a damn about him, she just doesn’t want him to get in her way.

nope. no. nuh uh. you two step away from each other right now.

YOU CANNOT MAKE BABIES WITH AN IDIOT FETUS

ok but in all seriousness, do you want time jackers? because, im calling it now, letting oma zi-o go in raw is how you get time jackers.

yeah im pretty sure miho would’ve kept at it if she’d lived, and yuko...shes not gonna listen to sougo

thank you for the much needed reality check furry man

so she’s a...fu-joshi? 👀

☝☝☝

yuko wears such fabulous shoes

was anyone surprised at this point that yuko was the real killer? i sure wasn’t. not after all the obvious lies.

i love her leitmotif. i need it. where do i download

SHE DIDN’T PROMISE SHIT

hey kids! it’s time for *mashes play button* la-la-la lies! yeah, tell me that you love me! la-la-la-lies! look deep into my eyes! la-la-la-lies! say there’s no one else above me! i’m the king of fools, cuz baby, you’re the queen of actually very hurtful and manipulative lies!

that’s such bullshit

now im the last person to be like “don’t play the dead mommy card”--i practically keep that card in the hello kitty wallet my dead mommy gave me. but i bet you yuko’s mom is just fine (aside from living with the trauma of knowing her daughter’s a murderer and pathological liar).

sougo,,,,,pls

thank you tsukuyomi. god sougo really needs a chaperone with yuko around, he’s way too dumb and thirsty.

GUESS WHO’S BACK. BACK AGAIN. fortunately, it seems swartz and woz have been just standing there watching him for the duration of the rain shower.

lest we forget (because i didn’t screencap it), when zi-o took the brunt of ginga’s attack earlier, it sent him flying. now, that’s a human body, which has some ability to absorb force because it’s mostly pretty soft and fluid. yuko’s manhole cover almost completely absorbed this blast--she barely shifted her weight on impact. is it just that she’s THAT ripped?

then The Boys rider kick ginga to oblivion. rip ginga, you didn’t have a personality or a character arc, we never even saw you un-transformed--you were just a cool looking plot device with pretty attacks. but for that much, we appreciate you!

swartz looks so pleased with himself. he must not have watched the preview for this episode.

YOINK! gotta love how swartz doesn’t look surprised so much as puzzled.

sure am glad kurowoz took his other self’s advice and kept an eye on swartz

i love it so much how woz just has these magic scarf powers and it needs no explanation? hell, he can fly and time travel and make people fall asleep and he’s super strong too, with no explanation? and he’s the comic relief? ALSO HE’S REALLY HOT? woz is a being to behold honestly

speaking of super strong and really hot, yuko is KILLING IT in that gown. i mean...i guess that’s the intention. killing it. cuz she’s a homicidal maniac. haha.

she’s so good at pointing. yuko could be a prosecutor in shuichi kitaoka: ace attorney. (FUND IT)

yuko throws her manhole cover at the boys (rude!) and next we see geiz holding it. a shame we don’t get to see him snatch it out of midair. or did woz catch it and just hand it to him? we may never know.

zi-o. listen to geiz, zi-o. use the fucking watch. just use the watch, zi-o. you seriously plan on just letting another kiva go on a killing spree? do you not get by now what she’s capable of?

thank goodness zi-o has his retainers to make wise decisions so he doesn’t have to.

please note the placement of mars on ginga woz’s suit. very important.

I Love You

lmao

WHERE IS YOUR MANHOLE COVER NOW

my favorite character gets a beautiful rainbow final attack. i feel so blessed.

i mean...protecting all mankind would probably include protecting them from people like yuko. just sayin.

is it bad of me that my immediate thought right then was “at least woz’s attack wasn’t what did her in.”

this shot, especially in the context of the church, definitely gave me pieta vibes--albeit reversed somewhat.

weirdly enough, woz does an outro instead of an intro this episode.

at this point while watching, i said to shylax “you know what this calls for? pie!” but before i could finish--

--PIE! cmon sougo, it’s time to gobble up your feelings!

fucking woz, i swear, you have pie in your mouth and pie in your right hand and pie on your FACE and when your overlord expresses how miserable he is you just go for his uneaten pie with your empty hand.

...is it normal to eat pie like this in japan? because the only times i’ve seen americans make this much of a mess eating pie is when they’re toddlers.

oh hey, what do you know? looks like sougo’s first love wasn’t a violent crazy person after all. she also wasn’t yuko.

sougo’s just an idiot who will mistake any older woman who rubs him on the chin and calls him cute for his sailor girl.

previews!

i blame joshua kiryu

how eloquently this one line sums up not only kamen rider zi-o but kamen rider decade as well. that’s it, that’s the show. that’s the clusterfuck we will inevitably get whenever toei decides to make a kamen rider crossover.

LOOK AT THIS! TSUKUYOMI REMEMBERED SOMETHING! who is she smiling at? is it her dad? is that swartz behind her?! omg baby tsukuyomi is so CUTE!

“a team”. uh huh. is that what the youth are calling it these days? cuz when i was a wee lass, i believe they called it “fucking”.

so what have we learned this week?

very little about ginga

sougo does not remember faces all that well

before sougo dates ANYONE that person should be fully vetted by junichiro, geiz, tsukuyomi, and woz because CLEARLY HE CANNOT SAFELY CHOOSE A PARTNER FOR HIMSELF

i still really like yuko as a character, if not as a person. same as i enjoy junji ito manga, but would be very upset if most of it happened in real life.

swartz loves a woman who can kick his ass

what the fuck are manhole covers in this world

i can’t wait for baby tsukuyomi flashbacks! that, and more tsukasa.

#kamen rider zi o #drag yuko 2k19

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jayenator565 · 8 years ago

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Tag Game: WIPs

Rules: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, maybe even a preview, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever.

Tagged by: @gillytweed

Why you gotta expose me and Mac like this cuz, damn ok here we go I have to check ao3 for some of these because their titles in my GDrive are not the same as on the website

1. The Wedding Date - Maggie Sawyer needs a fake girlfriend to go with her to her sister’s wedding. Where basically me and @lyook try and envision the Maggie and Sanvers and the super fam the way we wish the show would have. Haha now to give you guys a snippet or to not give you all a snippet that is the question...

When she turned around to find the nearest exit, she was faced with her mother.

“Duckling, where are you going with so much food?”

“Mhruwhg huretog heirhtu.” Angie crossed her arms and tapped her foot annoyed while she waited for Maggie to act like a civilized adult and chew her food. “We are gonna...ummm...Alex and I...her foot...pain.” She smiled big, hoping her mother would release her.

“I need you to take your Aunt Mable to Callie’s house. She’s going to help with setting things up but she can’t drive by herself.”

“Why can’t Gabs do it?”

“Because I asked you to.”

“Come on...there are a dozen other people that could do it. John. James. Matthew. We’ve literally got all the apostles here.”

2. Top Shelf D-ealer - Um well you see the entire concept is basically Lexa the dildo dealer and yes that does mean exactly what you think it does. Based on a wonderful true story XD I’ll include a snippet just for you @jealousclarkeauthorities

Clarke didn’t know who this gorgeous specimen of woman was but, attractive or not, something about her didn’t quite sit right with her and it had nothing to do with the way Luna casually slung her arm over the back of Lexa’s chair with the kind of nonchalance that could only be born with familiarity.

Nope, definitely wasn’t that at all.

3. When You Feel My Heat Look Into My Eyes - a demon!Clarke fic where me and @mac-ahroni try and put a spin on a modern college au featuring classical mythology and of course Lexa being hella gay.

4. Supergirl Clexa au - So Clarke as Supergirl, Lexa as Batgirl because @bananat-panda and @mac-ahroni were literally spamming me with their lexa batgirl manips and clarke supergirl fanart and headcanons for days until I gave in >.> There’s 4 chapters written but I’m trying not to post this one until it’s at least a bit more done.

5. My Love's Like a Star (you can't always see it, but know that it's always there) - A Clexa actress au and also a Lexark au. Basically Clarke and Lexa star in the hit spinoff of FTWD...Queer The Walking Dead. I like to think we try and balance the lexark and clexa scenes as best we can.

6. Call Me Maybe? - Clexa groupchat au that documents most of the craziness that happens in one of our clexa groupchats.

7. You're Too Sexy Beautiful (And Everybody Wants a Taste) - Basically a jealous Clarke, childhood friends to lovers, modern au.

8. I Spy Through Her Blue Eyes - A clexa spy au that got wildly out of hand where Clarke and Lexa are both trained from birth to carry on their parent’s legacy at the Ark a large coalition of spy agencies working to stop terrorist acts before they happen (Person of interest feels anyone). Things get a bit bumpy when Clarke finds out that, not only did the Ark have her father killed, her mother was also in on it. With the Ark agent files stolen and the senior registered agents being picked off one by one the younger generation has to step up sooner than planned to take down the Mountain Men group that stole their intel. This fic is the sequel to that but I don’t wanna spoil it for anyone so if you feel so inclined to start from the beginning: I Spy with my Little Eyes

9. Joking Around (Or Raven Did What!?) - A sequel to one of my first Ao3 fics, Princess Did What? Really just a light hearted, canon set, crack fic

10. Heda Klark kom Trikru - A switcheroo type canon fic that I seriously need to go back and revise at some point and like plan out (After I finish the above fics of course)

11. I Want You On My Mind, In My Dreams, Behind These Eyes - sequel canon fic set after Season 2 that’s probably my most angsty(?) fic. Not that I write a lot of angst. Fair warning I tried (and failed) to write smut

12. Pitch Perfect 2 ish au - Doesn’t have a title yet but basically Lexa has been crushing on Clarke Griffin since Freshman year of college, unfortunately she has a duty to the Bellas and refuses to break the Bella code which demands she not get with anyone on the rival acapella teams. Mac and I just wanted to write Lexa being a gay mess with singing and then a certain song battle that happened while I was working over at @clexarikleimt really helped influence the rest.

This list doesn’t include everything on my google drive like my one shot prompts (and ok maybe I missed a few WIPs that I haven’t looked at in a while, a while being a few months now) Kind of daunting to really look at everything I’ve worked on but also kinda fun.

Tagging: @chuckleshan @lyook @seasinkarnadine @ur-the-puppy @shadow-wolf-92 @luxitrikrugriffin @copper-coyote @commander-fuzzy-wolf @shownkindness @immochiball @aud8 @secret-diary-of-a-queer @cahlac and anyone else that wants to.

#did i use this as an excuse to do a wedding date preview?#ppfffttt of course not #wedding date au #sanvers #clexa #tag game #about me #personal

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heero-yuy · 8 years ago

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About Keith probably starting things w Lance at the Garrsion, I don't really think Keith likely just not noticing/ ignoring him is a legitimate reason for any of Lance's antagonism. I get that for Lance he might have taken being ignored by someone he respected/ looked up to personally, but that's actually fairly immature for him to have held onto that feeling for so long. For Lance he thinks he's known Keith since before Voltron, while for Keith Lance was a stranger -two different situations.

gnotblue replied to your post “I know Lance can put his bias towards Keith aside when their's an...”

disagree. maybe as leader it's Keith's responsibility to encourage Lance, but as peer? whatever happened in the garrison, Keith doesn't remember- & Lance just doesn't stop picking him as target for his personal attacks. Keith reacts and sometimes starts it, but he also tried to get out of their pattern more than once. s. the bonding moment.

I already said this before, but I think if Keith didn’t remember Lance, Lance would be lying on the floor together with the doctors in seconds, for trying to interrupt Keith back there and get his hands on Shiro.

Like, Keith is not the most trusting person, you know... He’s like super suspicious of everyone at first and is very careful, no matter how harmless or friendly the strangers might seem. (And Lance didn’t even look friendly when he walks in on him, he literally goes “nonono you’re not taking Shiro”)

Which makes me think Keith not only clearly remembers Lance, But he also trusts him. (with Shiro, his “most prized possession” haha, so that means alot.)

I really don’t think Keith would let them come along with him to his secret hideout with a guy he just stole from the Garrison, if he didn't trust them.

So he probably knows alot more about them than he lets them believe.

(Also unlike Shiro, he could have totally recognized Pidge as Matt’s sister right away, maybe even at the Garrison, maybe he even somehow knew about what she was doing to find out what happened on that mission, because he might have been doing the same thing, and then just kept quiet about her identity because he wanted her to reveal her secret when she was ready)

Bottom line, if he was ok with taking them with him, he probably knew all three of them well enough to really trust them. (Or maybe even just trusted Lance enough to also trust his friends)

And this line “oh I remember you, you’re a cargo pilot”

Like it sounds so freaking condescending. And I don’t think Keith is someone who looks down on people’s jobs or has some “I’m a fighter pilot” ego thing.

That’s a clear jab at Lance. Why? because he knows Lance really wanted to be a fighter pilot and ended up in cargo. And Lance walks in there all like “nononono IM saving Shiro” like trying to one up Keith and not like actually just give him a hand, so Keith gets pissed and is all “new phone, who dis?” cuz he knows it would piss off Lance and will kinda get him off his high horse. But also it might totally go a bit deeper than that.

Because I think it’s like Keith always pretends like he dun care about this rivalry thing. BUT HE DOES.

Lance gets to him.

No matter how many people say their rivalry is just in Lance’s head and he’s the only one that pushes this rivalry on them. It’s not.

I think Keith wouldn’t respond to him like that or try to get back at him and annoy him if there wasn’t something to it.

This wouldn’t have happened if it was just in Lance’s head:

Keith would’t crash his lion there, he would play along and just let Lance crash his lion. But he obviously was really serious about showing Lance who’s the better pilot or that he’s just as daring as him.

And like when they are training, he makes Lance walk into walls and a dead end on purpose!!! And is all “why you’re not listening Lance??”

He doesn’t exactly tries to be the bigger man, he gets back at him for everything! Keith picks on Lance just as much as Lance picks on him, he’s just kinda more sneaky about it, so he doesn’t gets caught on it, so it wouldn’t appear like Lance actually gets to him.

Or I dunno, maybe he does it cause its just fun to annoy Lance.

Like this shit here, was totally uncalled for (and this was after "bonding moment”). And Keith started this one.

There’s like alot of little things he does to annoy Lance for no good reason... And the only time he kinda tried to reach out to him and put a stop to this I think was in the comics, when he says “Good job, Lance!”

(The bonding moment was Lance reaching out to Keith, by kinda showing him what he is really hoping for, for them all to be a good team and for him and Keith to kinda be you know “space ranger partners” and not rivals I guess). Keith just smiled approvingly but then he was back at picking on Lance again!)

I don’t think Lance is the kind of person who is looking for strife. He’s super friendly and he really wants to get along with people, so I really have my doubts about him starting this whole “not getting along with Keith” thing. I feel like he most likely just responds to Keith’s attitude towards him.

And you know, I don’t think Lance was lying there in the first episode when he said “You know, Lance and Keith, neck and neck.”I dun think Lance is a bad pilot. I think he’s a reckless pilot, a daring pilot, but I think he’s not as bad as the team makes it seem in terms of skills.

So my theory is that Keith finally had someone who caught up to him in flight school, and he didn’t really like that. (probably liked Lance, but not the fact he can potentially be a better pilot) I think Lance challenged him, and that was the source of their totally real rivalry. (And why Lance would be the perfect person to take over Red)

(I mean Keith and Lance are kinda similar after all, they both sometimes do reckless things and act like hot heads and then kinda get at each other for doing the same things..)

And like I have to say that I personally think Keith and Lance have the most brotherly, sibling like relationship if there ever was one (no, it’s not Keith and Shiro, I actually find it odd so many people see THAT relationship as brotherly because I literally have never met two siblings or bros that act like that..)

Like to me Keith and Lance are like siblings that have like a year, two years or so apart. And Lance is kinda like the younger sibling that can’t quite catch up to or really get back at the older one, And Keith is the older sibling that just has fun teasing the younger one all the time but really wants him to succeed and yet still gets super annoyed if the younger one beats him at anything.

And like since I’m sure it’s very important for both of them to get recognition and praise from Shiro (who’s gonna be the parent figure in this case), So Lance is kinda like the child that always feels like Keith is the favorite and dad always takes his side..

(Even tho space dad does love all his kids equally.. I think Shiro deals with Lance in a good way, I hope Keith learns from him)

Like I mean, the drones thing was such a siblings thing to do! Like Keith just pushes Lance’s drone out of the way and is all “Sorry! Gotta be quick" and they start fighting

And Dad is all “Knock it off, you two! Play nice!”

And Lance is “KEITH STARTED IT!!!"

I dunno, if you have siblings (im not sure how its with sisters tho) but if you have brothers who are close to you in age I’m sure u can understand exactly what I’m talking about here.

So I dunno, it’s very clear to me they both really love eachother and care for eachother. And will show it, but won’t actually like, admit it to eachother..

Like even the bonding moment

Keith did not punch Sendak.

Lance did not shoot his arm off.

So I think it’s safe to assume Keith didn't actually cradle Lance in his arms at any point.

This is them still bonding by just making shit up and teasing eachother. It's not as serious as ppl make it out to be. It’s a very friendly exchange, a blossoming bromance. (and yes, so far it does seems like just bromance to me, ofcourse it might change in the future, but so far these two seasons that’s all I’m getting form them)

They both know they kinda bonded back there and had this very uncharacteristic tender moment and are kinda backtracking on it but in a sibling kind of way, like “ew I would never get along with you” but I’m sure they both know they are just messing around there.

Like Keith and Lance to me are the epitome of your common sibling relationship.

They are the “I love you to death and would die for you, but I would never admit it toyour face, and i'll only talk shit to your face but will beat anyone else whodoes, and will only say good things about you behind your back”

Like, it’s clear Keith and Lance really like eachother. Keith doesn't actually hate Lance and Lance doesn't hate Keith. They’re just you kno... bros in the making. And they both act like idiots sometimes.

But for them to get along better, Keith (as the person who’s kinda in the position of the older sibling the younger one really admires and wants to be friends with) has to stop doing this shit where he purposely insults and picks on Lance, yes. Specially as the team’s leader.

#voltron #keith #lance #i think lance is super easy to control and make him do what u want and need him to #but only if you do it in a nice way #like make him feel important and compliment him a bit and he'll do anything you want him to #i wanna see keith doing something like shiro does with him at some point #like the #only you can do this lance #and i think it will happen #he cant keep shoving him to the side and mock him once he's leader #he will have to be more mature and responsible #thoughts and stuff #replies #Anonymous

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thepetepetersonexperience-blog · 8 years ago

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sly cooper 100

SLY 100a/n: this is for sly

I andy and this you don't understand me

this is my first story I'm posting on tumblr sly cooper 100 SLY 100

a/n: this is for sly 100 and it is my 100 story. this is beautiful and i'm crying becuz i nevah thuggt (which is like thought but thuggin) I'd get to so menny fucking stories. I love you wall but you guys should seriuousyl fucking review my stories moreyeah. FUCK YOU Sly cooper in 100.

"SLY COOPER 100″

"hey sly" "yeah bently" "why did you just say your name and 100 like that like you did that just you did there." "fuck if I know, that's some gay ass shit." "fuck." bently said. sly and bently were playing sly cooper thieves in time for the nintendo 65. it sucked. "nintendo 66 is bettar graphics sly. 100 times better" murry said. "fuck you murry let me play this game of myself bently made for me for our 100 anniversity of when we met each other and "man remembler the hampy camper?" murry screamed as he pooped himself and jizzed because that was funny. 100 times funnier that cod haters. "man fuck you murry. let's look at a clip." sly said like in family guy when they talk about the clips that happen in the story story. "flacsh back." bently and sly said. "this is how we met at the hampy fucking capper." the bently said. "biddly doo biddly doo biddly doo" flashback sounds said. 100 times. it was the hastpy sstamper. sly was crying like a homo cuz his his parentos were dead like mentos (a/n only real men don't cry never ever fucking ever okay? FUCKERS) "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK my parents are dead." sly siad. "join the fucking club." the main person, a bald fat dude that was like a rhino maybe or some other shit running the place said. he punched sly in the face. "fuck you shitty fuck fuck." sly said, scratching at his balls. "OOOH FUCK SHIT KID THAT HURT." the bald dude got really happy "your fuckign legit. nobody ever fucked wiht me like dat befo." he was black too. "my name patrick." "hi patrick." sly said 100 times. "hi there little boy. what your name?" "fuck you old man I'm leaving this shitty gay place already. i got a fucking cane and shit. FUCK YOU." "hey." "what?" "one fucking rule here shit." patrick said, punching yls in the ribs so they hurted and felt like broken. "fucking don't fuck with me fucker." he said and spat on sly, and rubbed his blood filled wounds on the dirt which hurt him quite a lot really.; ) sly cried and cried and cried until the night kame 100 minutes later. he missed his parents. "fuck this shitty shit fuckery fuckers." sly yelled at the 100 fire ants that crawled awl over him and burned him. then a bee stung him. "AHH I'M ALERGIC TO BEEEEEEEEEESSSS." sly said. 100 bees attacked him. "you guys." sly said as the bees stung him. "100 BEES" sly said. "BZZZ" the 100 bees said. sly got all puffy and could not breathe anymore! he was really scared and wet himself. "i'm really scared." "hey." "yeah?" sly said. "let me fucking help your gay ass." bently said, shooting sly with a needle. the shit went away and all the bees everywhere died. "fuck what was that shit?" sly said. "I feel all bettar." "fuck if I know. FUCK." bently said. "fuck's wrong with you, got fucking tourrets or some shit hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. "sly said he 100 times. (a/n; like the tourreets guy his vieeos are funny haha he must have like one hunnah videos or some shits) "dane cook is awesome.' bently said. "yeah he is let's whatch dan cock special on telijizzon." sly said much coolerly than he would have if he said television 100 times. they went into the hampy camp and watched the dane cook special 100 times. "hey are your parents dead too?" sly asked. "yeah they got killed in the fucking war." bently said crying. "miss them a fuck lot, shit head." "my parents got killed by a gay ouwl." "fuck." "I know right?" "do you wanna watch this dan cola special again?" "we already watched it like a 100 times so I don't think we should watch it again." "why" "I mean we alraddy watched it a lot." "100 times." "yeah." "okay" "let's go to bed." they went to bed. tehre was a fat fuck on the bed and it wasn't patrick. "this is murry he's retarded." bendly said as he pucked murry all over. "WAHHH WHY?" muruu said. "BLEHHH." sly said. "ahhh!" mrury said. he was really scurred. "HEY YOU FUCKERS OH MY GOOD FUCKING GOLLY WHAT THE SHIT ARE YOU DOING UP THIS FUKCING LATE AHHH WHAT THE FUCK?!!?!?" patrick said as he knocked the door over. "SHIT HOLY SHIT GO TO BED GO TO FUCKIGN BED AHHH WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK!" patricks slaped all of them with a wicker metal pole. he pierced their ears and tied them together, and drugged them into his secret office. he opened the fucking locked safe and the floor opened and there were many gaters in there. and water I think. it was dark so they could see it not very well. "enjoy your FUCKING knight as you sleep with these dangerous critters." patrick said, drulpding them like dumplings into a very bad and dangerous place that was scary and scared them a lot. there were 100 baby alligators and 100 waters. "wha wha wha wha wha what are we gonna do do do?" bently sud. "i don't not not fucking know ok bently? i just don't now ok?" sly said. he was scarred. "harg." murry said. A/N: FOOFIL GWAP!!!! "grate idea murry!" bently said. sly bit the ropesz that tyed him and betnly and sly and murry together and they actually tasted good! THey tasted like beef jerkie. he through murry at the alligarytos and they started to bite murry. a lot. like if you were there you'd see al ot of murrys blood because they were biting the shitting fuck out of him! one even bit him on the balls but that made sly and bently laugh a lot. all in awl, they bit him 100 times. "sly! i do think thoses gater bited murry 100 fucking times!" bently said. "hahaha murry's a fag. i know that now." sly said. murry cried but sly and bentley laughed at him. they went back to theyre room to watch the dane coock special 100 more times. it was funny. very funny actually. "this dane cook special is funny actually." bentley said. "real talk bruh" sly said. "hey sly?" bentley said. "yes?" sly said. "you wanna see something cool?" bentley said. "i dunno. why?" sly said. "i askled you first." bently said. "who me? sly?" sly said. "your the only one in the room r-tard and murry's too gay and retarded for me to show him something this fuckity fuck cool." bentley said. "ok?" sly said. he was confused. "take a looky look at this." bently said. he pulled out a joint. "the fuck is this shit?" sly said. "it's called weed or mairjuwanna. it's good bro try some." bent-lee said. sly lit up a blunt and felt really good because he was high and that is what wheed does, it makes you feel high. and good. "bently bro...im so high.....your name is should be bluntly lol" sly said. "What the Fu-" Sly said as he was grabbed by someone behind him. It was Murry. "Hi Sly. it rhymes." Murry said. "Yes." Sly said. "Sly rhymes with Hi." "you guys wanna play Ultra Thuggn 5000Â® on the Xbox 360Â®???" murry murr said. "no you fatass retard. that game is lame. What the fuck? Fuck Mury, it's fucking chinese checkers. This game is lame. Heh heh eh.. it rhymes." sly sly said. "fat fat fatty! murrys a fat fat fattyy fuck fatty!" betgnly said. sly and bently started laffing at murry. like a lot. if you were therte you'd be so annoyed with how much they where laughing because it was lot. "haha" murry said. he was laffing to try and seem like therye bullying wasnt getting to him but deep inside murry was ANGRY. he did a double punch and punched sly and bently right in the fucking face. they fell down. sly falls down. bently felled down too! "my fists are dubble trubble mothrerfuckers! dubble bubble trubble!" murry said. "oh it's on you fat shitcake" sly said. he got up and grabbed murry's balls and put them in a Slap Chopâ„¢. he slapped the chop out of fucking murry's ball sacks. "ARGH HARG GUIRGE>...FUCK YOU SLY." murry said as his balls bled all over the blace. then something bad and not good happened. patrick found out that they escaped his bastardly trappy trap! "You little wobblering fucking cunts." he said. sly, bentlkey and murry started to cry. "how the fuck did you escape the gaters? you motherfuckers i'll kill you all myself. you little bastard fucks are nothing but trubble. i know it. ok?" patrick said (a/n not patrik sars from spungebob) "fuck you patrick, step the fuck out of my face motherfucker or i'm finna put a cap in your rhincoeriys ass." sly said. patrick pushed sly and bently and murry down. "Do you have an understanding of your life? Does not he? ! ! I put some pain in your life son, in some fucking pain. I want to fuck the shit out of you and your boy did not do anything since the first day of trouble. Do you understand it? Do you understand the langauge of shit that I speak? I want to fuck you! Finnish to break my belt, I whip out your fucking shit! Put whipped cream on your back, I whip out your shit! Are you all right? Are you crying? So you need to fucking shit works. To kill you, I kill the dust you're fucking your fucking homo trying to crush your body into dust. 100 seconds worth the pain I will give to you 100 years.You fucking faggots." patrtick screamed loud and loudly at them. bently wnet into his shell because he was really scared. so was sly. like if you were there and someone scary like patrick was yelling at you would you be scared? i fucking know i would. sly kicked bently who was in his shell over to patrick and hit him in the fuckin foot. "OW FUCK." he said. he fell back because sly just lunched bently at his foot and it hurt him a lot. he fell out the window and fell a lot and landed on the grass hard. 100 fire ants, 100 bees, 100 giraffes and 100 wolfs all attacked him! and they all had 100% rabies. "AH NO PLEASE I DON'T FUCKING WANTED TO DIE THIS WAY." Patrick screemed as the rabie animals ripped him to shred. there was blood and shit and a blody carc-ass all over the floor and the ground. patrick was fuckiond dead. "i'm happy patrick's dead." bently said. he came out of his shell. "yeah me too." sly said. "and me." murry said. "SHUT THE FUCK UP MURRY." sly said. he had a really fucking devious look on his face. "guys i think we should be criminals. it is our calling in our lives to steal shit and bad!" sly said. by bad sly meant bad in a cool way not bad like in the way that they'd fucking suck or some shit. "yeah that sounds like fun. a lot of run fun really." bentley said. flashbork over. "FUCK" murry yelled suddently "DAMN IT SHIT WHAT THE FUCK" sly said. he was really scared because they were all chille before. "sorry that story made me pissed. I have to hang out with you assholes now cuz of that shit." "the doors fucking right there pal, go the fuck out if you're gonna be a lil' bitch. we gonna call you lil' bitch from now on capeesh?" sly said like a new york bostin guy. "fune fickers shit the feck outta heeyeeh" murry said. "Ojay." sly said. "WHANT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY!?!??" MURRY SAID. "I said ojay it's better than okay." sly said. "Okay." "NO!!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING SHIT!!! IT'S OJAY!!!!!" sly said. "AAAAAAAAAAARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Murry said. Murrys eys turned blood red. He grabbed the game disk and ran out smashing out a window. "good fucking riddance." sly said. "shit sly you think he's gonna try anad kill us?" "over my dead ass he is. FUCK HIM." "remember the time we tried to steal shit the first time?" "you mean the time we robbed the poop festival?" sly said. (a/n remember to do this story it funny) "no the time we were first like fucking criminals or shit." bentles said. "oh" "do you want to do a flashback of that?" "fuck bently what are we gonna do flashbacks 100 times or something?" "100 times?" "yeah" "I don't know that seems like a lot of flashbacks" "I know that's why I said it. it's a big number." "100 times seems like a lot" "it is" "maybe we shouldn't do flashbacks 100 times" "maybe we shouldn't." "I think we shouldn't do flashbacks 100 times" "ok" "yeah" "so what do you want to talk about?" "remember the time we tried to steal shit the first time?" "you mean the time we robbed the poop festival?" sly said. "no the time we were first like fucking criminals or shit." bentles said. "oh" "do you want to do a flashback of that?" "fine whatever" "biddly doo biddly doo biddly doo" flashback sounds said. 100 times. sly did a triple helix back fucking flump and landed on his ass. he still sucked at theifing shit so he fucked it up really badly. he talked on his fucking dial up shitty walkie fucking reh-SEE-verr because fuck it was the olden times or some gay as fucking fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit damn ass drumpin flump. "shit" sly said into the walkie "sly what the shit are you fucked up and high? are you smoking crack? are you fucked up 100 ways from tomorrow?" bently said. "no bently I just forgot what we're stealing and where we are and when we are." "it is night time and you are stealing from this video game museum. we be robbing nintendo, microsott, sonny, all that shit." bentarly said literally. "oh" "so maybe you should go steal this video games or something 100 times." "I gotta take a dump first." sly said. he went to go poop in a toilette before he would need a moist towelett to clean his pants. fucking carmelita was hanging around the front of the bathrooms. "who the fuck are you some kind of pervert?" sly said quietly but and to himself so she wouldn't hear him but she did. she got really scared and ran away. sly went to the toilet and sat down and did number 2 100 times. he got up and washed his hands 100 times. then he saw a see ling skware move. he saw cankaleamgia hanging around up there. "fuck you are a pervert you fucking pervert. maybe you should be a cop instead of a pervert." sly said. "fuck that's a good idear." carmeiliat says as she jumps away. "shit" sly said as he rememerd what he did. "i took a shit." sly ran to the video games and stole some of them. he made sure to only get cool games. there was a geekazoid loser with a glow stick uniform doing sekuritee. sly punched him in the dick and ran away. "ahhh fucker." the guy said. the guy's name was a big fucking surprise, it was barack obama back when he was a nerd. flashback over. "fuck that was obama." sly said. "I fucking punched obama in the dick." "cool" "yeah" "maybe we should go do something" "maybe we should" "let's get ice cream and then go to the shopping mall to by supplys sly." "ok" they got in the van. they went to the mall. they got ice cream. it was good. "sly this ice cream is scrimply tastey i do say so myself as i am bently." bently said. "bently shut the fuck up and enjoy the ice cream because it is fucking good." sly said. "what kind of flayvor did you get?" betnyl siad. "100% chocklate." sly said. he wasn't kidding like it was no joke. even the SpÃ¼Ã¼ne was made out of chocolate! "nice." bently said. he liked the spoon or spune or SpÃ¼Ã¼ne "what did you get." sly said. "dubble bannana 100 budge fudge." betnly said with a big smile on his fucking face. "i like ice cream" sly said licking his chops. "yum yum yum" "Indeed it is very yummy" bentradely said. "yum!" sly said. he ate the ice cream. "did you know that ice cream is really really good?" bently said. "yeah." sly said. "it is." bently said. "i know, you didn't need to fucking tlel me that ice cream's good becuz is fucking is ok?" saly said. "i know, but i just like it alot." bently said. "i know me too." sly said. "i know how you feel about ice cream because i feel the same way," bently said "we feel good about our ice cream." sly said. "yes indeeder we do." bently said. "we feel really fucking good aobut it." sly said. "yes because ice cream is really good." bently said. " i bet murry wishes he could stuff his fat fucking face with this ice cream?" bent;ly said. "whos murry?" sly said. "you know the fat gay retarded hippo that follows us around." bently said. "oh you mean lil' bitch. fuck him, he's not Â good enough for ice cream because ice cream is good." sly said. "indeeder that it is sly." "yeah" sly said. "ice cream is yummly." bently said. "but murry is a fagtard and a redneck motherfucking piece of shit." sly said. "i agree with you on that one." bently said. "but you also agree with me about ice cream." "yeah i do sly." bently said. "i bet ice cream gives murry gas." sly said. "yeah" bently said. they laughed at sly's funny joke. "oh my head hurts. i ate my ice cream 100 times too fast and now i have BREAIN FREEEZE!" sly siad. "AH ME TOO IT UFCKING HURTS. IT HURTS! AHHH" bently said. they screamed until the pain went away and it hurt a lot. have you ever gotten brain freeze before? i get it a lot when i eat ice cream and i do the same thing sly and bently do, i scream for my cream, my ice cream! they finished their ice cream. they were happy because it was good ice cream and not bad ice cream. "fuck we gotta buy supply but we spended too much money on ice cream!" bently said. "you know what that means!" sly said. "WE GOTTA STEAL!" sly and bently said at the same time. "STEAL SOME SHIT" sly said. "SHIT WE GONNA STEAL." bently said. everyone looked at them funny. "whant supllies do we neeeeed?!" sly said. "we need some grappelling hooks and some wire. 100 times what we use unusally." bently said. "how much would that cost if we didn't eat the iced creamiscles?" sly said. "about 100 dollars." bently said. "nice!" sly said. "but that ice cream was really good." bently said. "worth the money i know, we must've spent 100 dollars on ice cream." sly said. "right?" bently said. "shit was so cash." sly said. "cash with some ass." bently said very slowly. "ass." sly said. "cash." bently said. "ass cash ash ass cash" sly said. "cash ass ash cash ass." bently said. "ASS CASH!" they saided at the saime time. "100" sly said. "ok time to steal." bently said. they went to the thieving goods store at the mall. seriously those exist, google it dude. "ok bently i got a pro thieving idea that's ultra fucking devious and theivoes. 100 % fucking devious." sly said. "ok you got this shit sly" bently said. "i got this because ima spicey meat-a-ball!" sly said in a cool voice. he went into the store which was called THIEVES R USÂ© they had a lot of theifing stuff in there. sly went up to the place where the grapplinger hooks and wire were and just put a shit ton in his bag. then something bad happned. "WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" a mall cop said. "oh shitting fuck nuggets" sly said. they ran away, they came back to the mall once the mall copz were gone. they went to get 100 times more ice cream adnd then they went to the shopping mall to buy supplyes for sly. "Hey SLY?" bently said. "Yes?" sly said. "Do you want to want to make some fucking ice cheddar cheese nachos cream burritos?" bently said. "Yes?" sly said. "LET'S MAKE THAT FUCKING ICE cheddar cheese nachos cream burritos!!!!" bently said. "Yeseser." sly said. they went into home and into their place to the kictchen. they put ice cheddar cheese nachos cream burritos into a ice cheddar cheese nachos cream burritos container. they made it and squeezed it from a icing tube it into a bowel. they ate it with licking it. it was tasting goodlicious. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" sly said. "THIS ICE cheddar cheese nachos cream burritos IS FUCKING GOOD!!! WE FUCING ATE IT IT!!!!" bently said. they had like 100 cheddar cheese nachos cream burritos. then they got bored. "fuck now what" sly siad. "fucking bored now" "fuck so am i" "fuuuuuuuuuuckles." "shit bricks, let's go rob some shiz with these surplies, or try to mess with cazremeltiua " sly said making funny face. "fuck okay just don't whip your dick out and try to have sex with her or perhaps she'll pull the legal lever to making hunting coopers legalized." "aiight. fuck." sly siad mad because that was his plorn. "Will you quit saying fuck?" "FUCK!! Fuck." bently said."...fuck..." "sly stepped on his foot...hard. "FUCK!! Fuck." bently said. "STOP SAYING FUCK!!!" SLy said. "it's totes my thing tos ay fuck plus you said it like 100 times" "FUCK YOU!!!" bently said in a plerb accent. sly promptly carefully reached into bently's shell carefully and grabbed his tiny turtle balls. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" "Look Buffalo Bitchcake, if you say the word "fuck" one more time i will crush these puny blueberries you call racoon testicles and you can't have sexual intercouse with penlpe or even masturbate good. you said it 100 times okay" "I'm sorry..." bently said as tears coursed down his face and hit his balls 100 times. The tears started to burn, causing steam to rise. "Oh God!" bently screamed as sly began to twist his steaming nuts. "Now lets' find carmelia." sly began to leave. "Um Sly." "What?" "Could you let go of my balls, please?" "oops, sorry buddy." sly let go. Sly and Bently climbed into the shiny smooth Cooper van. "Sly. My balls are killing me." bently said as he massaged his area. "Sorry. You shoulda stopped saying the f word. you said it like a hundred times." sly said. "fuck." "I guess. It's just..." bently stopped talking. "It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just...It's just.. my balls hurt really really really bad." bently said 100 times. "Just stop swearing." sly said, combing his stupid fucking haircut so carmfarmbelarmblita would think he was legit. it like an affrooo. "OK." benly said. "i'm gonna fucking murder you and everyone else if you ever fucking do that again you motherfucker. I'll build a goddamn nuke to kill ever living beeng. so go fuck yourself and never touch my sack again fucker, I will fucking end you and everything you hold dear." "ok" sly said."You wanna grab something to eat." "k." 'tly said."where the FUCK do you want to eat?" "How about Mickey dees, Ba-ba-bah-ba-ba. I'm lovin' it." bento struck sylverster (that's his full fucking name alright? don't fukin pretend it's not scrub, it fucking is, it's fucking slyvester okay.) with a frying pan. "DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT AGAIN!!!! YOU HEAR ME!!!!" BENT-LY SCREAMED. "get bent" sly said. "hehehe" "hahahaha" "hahahaha" "good one" "I kno. let's go to Quizno's insted." sly said. "Sounds good to me." They pulled into the Quizno's/" "Yeah, I'd like one hundred Quiznos, a hundred cups of coffe, exrta syrup and sugar. 100 peeses of sugar and syrup." Sly said to the waiter. "I WANT NOTHING!! Bently screamed. The waiter flipped off benlty and ran away. "That waiter looks familar ;and fucking shit. FUCK." "Go to hell, you coconut sodomizing BITCH." Sly yelled at the waiter. "WAIT!...IT IS MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" "Guys?" Murry said. He ran over, flipped the table over and tackled Bently. "WWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!" Murry said. He began jump on bently's gut 100 times. "NNNOOOOO!! Murry You suck! HA HAHA hA hA hA HA ha HAHA HAHA hA hA hA HA ha HAHA HAHA hA hA hA HA ha HA!" Bentley said as he tried to laugh to ease the pain but it turned his tears to blood and jizz. Sly came to the rescue just in time with a fork and lodged it deep into murry's back, like fuck it was so deep you'd be really surprised and all grossed out and shit if you saw it, for fucking realsies. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWOWOWOWOWOW!!!!!!!!! murry screeched 100 times. "Cat got your tongue?" Sly said as pulled murrys tongue our and he dumped 100 hot sauces on murry's tongue. "ENOUGH!" Murry overpowered sly and pushed him into some old people. they died. they were patrick's parents and they were really happy to be dead because they hoped they could go to hell to be with their son patrick in hell. "First, I Will Be serving some apetizers!" Murry said as he punched Sly in the face,"Then the first course" Another punch."Then the second." Yet another punch."Then the third!!!!" Sly was now currently a bloody racoon. He tried to crawl away. But murry grabbed his nuts. "Murry got your balls?" Murry said as he dragged sly's sac over to the grill stove. "For 100 time's sake, Murry." sly begged. "PLEASE DON'T!!!! "Maybe you should've thought about wearing pants." murry said. but then something wierd happnd. penelope showed up. "holy shit." sly said. "what" penpy said. "you never fucking show up you shitty fucking nerd." bently said. "if penpy saiz one fucking word." murry said. "one more and I'll rip sly's balls off." "fuck." sly said. "don't fucking say shit penpie. OKAY? I kno you're a chick so chick's like to fuckin talk all the god dam time but SHIT this once, my balls are on the fucking line, or should I say in a fat gay hippo's strongly grap!" "CRAP!" bently said. he knew pembly couldn't fucking do it. she was a woman after all. "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE MOTHERFUCKERS" carmelita said. she wuz disguyzed as a chair. "ho shit hehehehe" sly said, obvosly checking her ass out 100 times. "hehehehe" "FUCK YOU CARMELITA. I FUCKING NEW U WER THERE OKAY?" murry said, throwing 100 tiles from the grownd at her. "i'm sick of your ficking bullshnit cunting shit fuck fuck fucking fuckery where you fucking come in fucking shit up and shit, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck YOU." murry started punching carmelita 100 times and sly was too scared to do nothin. she was nearly dead when she fell over. "oh fuck carmelita may be dead." penplo said. sly started crying more because murry was sure to rip off his balls now. "oh shit hehehe" murry said. "now I get to rippy rippy." "or do you?" someone misterious said from the fromt of kwissnose. it was....DEMETRI!!?!?!?!?!? "Demeatree???!" sly said. "dametri? fuck demetri, you're gay you fuck fucking 100 times fucking cunt!" murry said. he went outside. he picked up a car he threw it at demetri. demetri was dead! "No!" sly said. "i'll save you bently" pepy said. "pepsi no!" bently said. murry thought she was a drink so he drunk her. "no she dead no." bently said 100 times. "lol." sly said out loud laughing. then murry grabbesd sly's fucking balls harder. carmeliat got really sad. "i don't want sly balls die." she jumped at fuckin murry but sumthin fuckin weird fucking happnd. "I don't feel good." carmelita said then melted. a death ray laser from outside had crashed into her and she died! "NO FUCK HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCKING NO NO NONOONONONO" sly said. "she's dead sly, ok she's dead. deal with it." bently said, taking his glasses off and breaking them to sho how for real he is. "no fucker you fucker..." sly said, cursing murry to death 100 times in his souls. "ha ha fucking ha." murry said, as his mech suit (which look like a gundam mixed with a school bus so it was super fucking legit). he got in his mech suit that ripped the roof off (remember to fix the other part A/N) and flew away. "meet me at london at big ben the big clock tower if you want to end this." murry left, and his ship was flying away with gayness. "fuck sly, good thing I built you a giant mech suit just in case this happened." he pushed a baton and then a giant mech suit shaped like sly but like a transformer, like the new movie transformers, not the old transformers, the new movie ones okay? but anyways sly got in and bently strapped himself to it, they flew away, burning up quiznos and penelpys and carmolitas bodays. "we cremate them" bently said as he cry. "yeah bently we did, we did good. now we kill the fucker once and for all." "sly I got something to say." "ok" "if we don't make it i have a solution. we gotta fucking do it. just say cheese when we're done." "ok sure bently whatever." sly was actually pretty bored now. they flew to big ben and murry was flying. "HEY FUCKO" murry said loudly and oncely. "what is it why did you keel them." sly said. "fuck you." "man I could be palying video games " sly said, firing a hundred rockets at muhwey. "uhhh" murry said taking a dump in his robot. "haha now I will win." sly said he was reading macks ihm may gah zeen. but murry was ready. he fired a murry laser from the canon and shoted sly. "AHHH NO" bently said as he died when the leg part he was strapped to fell off and blew up forever. "ahh damn." sly said. he wanted to cry another tear, but no more tears would come anymore forever. "100 times damn you sly cooper." murry said, firing more rockerts. sly started to fell to the ground. "man this is my fucked up life." sly think. "I fucked up everything, and everyone I love is dead, how will I go now that I crash into this burning robot suit to the ground by big ben, I hope I don't fall on any bad tooth british faggots. fuck the british." "hey" bently's ghost said. "say cheese" "bently! why you here you like the force or something?" "no this just a hologramp." bentrometer said. he wasn't really a ghost i lied okay. "what do I dooo everything so shitty and I'm dyin." "fuck sly this is what you gotta do. say fucking cheese. then it will activate the back up platn. then you can defeat murry. then after he's dead push the bright fucking button with a dick on it." "ok" sly said. "cheese" "and sly" "yeah?" "fucking rape him for me, okay?" bently said as he flew away into the internet. sly pushed a new button and THEN SHIT WENT DOWN. new legs came out of the robot like ketulu, and then robot tentacles turned into regular robot arms. a fuckton of missles hit murry's robot and he crashed to the ground. sly flew the robot down behond murrey's which was all on fours. "hey fucker, this is for killing patrick." sly said as he activated rape mode and his robot raped murry's robat. "ahh OOH nOOO" murry said as his robot exploded and he fell out. a bunch of gay british people found him and raped him too and he died. "now what. oh yeah that button" sly said. he pushed the dick button and time exploded. "FUCK TIME IS GOING AWAYYYY" he woke up on da balcony. carmelita walked out. to be continued in thieves in time.

#sly cooper #the pete Peterson experience #tppe #andy #ty love

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party time? a.k.a. “worse” version chapter 4

or maybe 3... I didn’t keep track very well...

As I predicted, my dad was almost joyous at my request to go to a normal teenager parents-are-out-of-town party. He teased me, which I didn’t love, but he also gave me explicit permission to go and encouraged me to have fun. I hadn’t actually told him that my activities last night had been a date, but when he told me to bring a condom or dental dam or “whatever it is you people use” I felt it was better that he knew.

“I’m actually going as a second date with this girl I like from school,” I told him, very pointedly not looking up from the homework I was pretending to do.

I tried to stay focused on my math questions but as the seconds ticked past, his lack of a response became impossible to ignore. I found myself looking up from my homework despite the fact the only reason I had homework out was to give me an excuse not to look at him. He was just staring at me thoughtfully. The seconds continued to stretch out, long enough that I almost stopped feeling awkward. He finally nodded his head in obvious approval. “Good for you, kiddo. If you two are serious about things I’d like to meet her sometime.”

I felt blood rush to my cheeks and wished that blushing wasn’t so obvious. “Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary, we just went out for the first time last night.”

He got up and walked over to the fridge, grabbing a beer and cracking it. I tried to hold back my frown, but Christ, it was only about 10am. “You’re on two dates in two days? That sounds at least a little bit serious.”

“Well, I’m not really even sure this counts as a date. We ran into a friend of hers at the show and he invited us. She said she’d go with or without me, but I figured you wouldn’t mind me getting out of the house.”

He shrugged. “Well, if you take her on a third date I hope you’ll consider bringing her home. I’d give the two of you privacy if you wanted to hang out in your room and fool around.”

I felt my face flush again. “Dad, that’s really not necessary.”

“I know it’s not necessary but I also know teenagers are fucken horny and I’d rather have you foolin’ around downstairs where you’re safe and not gonna get a public indecency charge or banned from the local theater or whatever than have you goin’ out and doin’ it weird places and feelin’ like you can’t come talk to me if the condom breaks. Oh, I guess that wouldn’t be a problem for you, huh? Lucky kid-- no preggo scares for you! You’d still want to get tested for chlamydia and stuff, I suppose.”

I wondered if my face would stay red permanently at this point. “Okay,” I conceded. “Thank you. I’ll talk to her about it and see if she is interested.”

“That sounds good. Also, I know this is hypocritical coming from me, but make sure that after this party you’ve either got a place to crash or a ride home. I don’t need you taking after your old dad here and getting a DUI. Call me if nothin’ else, I’ll be good and drunk by then but better my experienced ass drives drunk than your inexperienced ass drives drunk and ends up wrapping you and this little lady around a tree and then you’re either dead or in the hospital with a bunch of medical bills and either way there goes my weekend.”

I cracked a smile at his bad, dark joke, but I hated that he had just made such a good point such a stupid way. His grammar especially irked me. Sometimes it seemed like he was in a neverending competition with himself to see how long he could extend a run-on sentence. But he had a point that I hadn’t considered. I was not about to drive drunk. Ever. I hoped to die of old age having never driven drunk in my life. But I hadn’t thought about getting home. I had pretty much stopped planning at ‘go to party with Mar’. “Yeah, thanks,” I told him. “I’ll make sure we have that taken care of before we leave. In fact, I’m gonna go down to my room and message her about it now,” I said, excusing myself from the table.

And I did just that. I logged onto AIM, hoping that Mar was online. To my relief, she was.

Cows_IV: hey! Glad to catch you on. Got permission from my dad as expected but he brought up a good point of how do we get home?

Mar didn’t respond for a bit, and I was worried that she was actually away from her keyboard despite her username showing up as “online now!” I opened MySpace and caught up on some of my other friends’ new photos and bulletins and whatnot, considering whether or not to also send her a text. Before I could make up my mind, however, I got a response on AIM.

OHSHITITSMAR: hey! What do you mean?

Cows_IV: I mean, like, I wanna drink and have a good time, but I don’t wnat to drink and drive. Do you know if we’ll be able to crash there?

OHSHITITSMAR: oh! duh! You’ve never been to one of Derek’s parties! Yeah, he always has somewhere for people to crash. His dad has like a million couches for some reason.

Cows_IV: oh cool! Perfect lol

Cows_IV: ummmmmmm

Cows_IV: also my dad wants me to consider bringing you home so you can meet him.

OHSHITITSMAR: ummmm ok. Why not lol

Cows_IV: because he’s an alcoholic and will probably embarass me, but he did say we could have some privacy in my room.

OHSHITITSMAR: well, privacy in your room sounds nice and I don’t mind alcoholics lol

Cows_IV: cool lol so maybe like, next week you come over here after school?

OHSHITITSMAR: well, I was kinda hoping you’d want to go to Electric Avenue again next Friday. They have a show nearly every week.

Cows_IV: That works. We can come home and let my dad make us dinner, then go to the show afterwards. If that’s ok with you.

OHSHITITSMAR: htat is okaby with me!

Cows_IV: haha cool

Cows_IV: I guess he sort of also brought up something else that I should figure out with you…

Cows_IV: is this already our second date, or are we just two buds going to a party?

OHSHITITSMAR: whatever you want. you need to be more assertive about what you want lol

Oddly enough, or maybe not so oddly, that message stung. I knew that, of course I did, but it was hard.

Luckily for me, it was easier to be brave from behind a keyboard.

Cows_IV: noted. thanks. Constructive criticism. I can take it.

Cows_IV: so on that note, if you’re counting tonight as a second date and we already have plans for a third date next Friday, I feel like one could argue that we are, in fact, date-ing, no?

Cows_IV: so in conclusion, would you like to like oifficially like be my girlfriend or whatever?

I typed the last sentence with my eyes closed and hit send before I could start to second-guess myself. I then immediately clicked back over to MySpace so that I would have something to do besides sitting there waiting for the “OHSHITITSMAR is typing…” notification to change to her response. Billie had posted a new photo of herself that was really flattering. I decided to write a detailed complimentary comment, mostly to take my mind off of waiting for Mar’s response. I was still working on it when my conversation with Mar started flashing, informing me that there was a new message. I took a deep breath and switched back to that window.

OHSHITITSMAR: good for you! That’s what I call being assetive about what you want! I’d be down to officially be your girlfriend, athough i think i should let you know that part of me worries we’re jumping into things kinda fast? We just started actually talking like les than two weeks ago lol

Cows_IV: I’m sorry but I have no idea what that means. So you will be my girlfriend but watch out we might be moving too fast?

This time I just stayed in the window where our chat was and waited until “OHSHITITSMAR is typing…” turned into a message.

OHSHITITSMAR: okay i see why that might not make a lot of sense. Sorry. So like, I like you, and I like haging out with you, but I feel like we’re still getting to know each other really. So like. If I don’t want to continue seeing you in a few weeks just cuz it like fizzles out and I realize I only like you as a friend I don’t really want it to be like a big serious thing.

Well fuck that. I mean, I did kind of see where she was coming from, but fuck that. I wasn’t even sure what “that” I was addressing a “fuck” towards, but the short phrase summed up how I felt after reading her message.

I couldn’t even begin to think of what I could or should say to that, so I decided to just wait for a bit. I finished up my comment on Billie’s new MySpace photo and posted it. I went upstairs to use the restroom and grab a pop.

It didn’t help. What did someone say to that? It felt shitty. I guessed she was being like, careful or responsible or whatever, but it had hurt.

The thing that hurt the most is that I knew I was absolutely crazy about her, and if she didn’t feel the same way, it was like… I didn’t know what it was like. I couldn’t think of a poignant enough simile or metaphor. The most accurate phrase to come to mind was simply, “incredibly disappointing”. I was also a bit angry. I had just asked her out! She had said yes! But instead of celebrating and congratulating myself, I was upset because she said she might not actually like me like that.

I finally steeled myself for reading whether or not she had messaged me while I got myself a pop and emptied my bladder, and if so, what she had said. It turned out there were a few messages, and as I read them getting defensive clashed with feeling bad about having just left during a rather serious chat.

OHSHITITSMAR: soooo you’re just not going to say anything to that?

OHSHITITSMAR: look even if you just went to the bathrroom or something it’s kinda rude to just not say anything for five minutes after I said that.

OHSHITITSMAR: are you gonna act mature and respond tyo me or are we just never gonna talk again now?

OHSHITITSMAR: by the way in the fufute asking if someone wants to be your firlfriend “or whatever” isn’t a good move. the “or whatever” si so unnecessarily flippant. do you actually want me to be your fgirlfriend or is it just ‘whatever’??

I felt really shitty about myself. It won out over the defensiveness. She was right, I should have at least said, “okay”, or “give me time to think about how to respond”, or even “I’m gonna go to the bathroom and grab a pop brb.” I started typing something in another window, because I didn’t want her to see the “Cows_IV is typing…” message, but then she sent another message about me not saying anything.

OHSHITITSMAR: you know it’s been ten minutes now since you’ve said anything? Can you please just respond to me?

Cows_IV: sorry that was shitty of me, please hold for a better response.

I continued to compose my better response in another window, even though it was obvious to Mar at this point that I had seen her messages. She didn’t say anything. I felt relieved that I was able to take my time on my response, but also disappointed that she didn’t have anything else to say. Finally, after editing it three or ten times, I was ready to send her the paragraph I had written.

Cows_IV: It was immature of me to leave. I grabbed a pop and used the bathroom but I was also really disappointed and I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. I totally admit that was shitty of me. I’m just kind of hurt, I guess. I really like you and it sounds like you’re saying you’re not actually sure if you like me. Also it was really dumb of me to say ‘or whatever’, I should have just been straightforward and asked if you’d like to be my girlfriend. I typed that and hit send as soon as possible so I couldn’t pussy out, but that’s not an excuse for me being so flippant while asking you to be my girlfriend. You were being honest with me, which I appreciate even if it hurt. I’d like to be your boyfriend and continue going on dates even if it does mean we break up in a month because you realize you don’t actually like me as more than a friend. I’m not going to lie and say that I won’t be hurt and upset if that happens, but I appreciate the headsup that it could.

I copy and pasted the paragraph into our chat window and hit send. I felt a little better. Worrying over a response and landing on something that was both apologetic and understanding felt really mature. Feeling mature sure felt better than feeling defensive, upset, and angry. I zoned out for a bit, staring through the computer screen out into space, waiting for Mar to respond. I zoned back in when I distantly noticed there were more words for me to read.

OHSHITITSMAR: ok, thanks for the apology. you drove me a little crazy just not saying anything for over ten minutes!! I do like you, I’m just worried I don’t really know you. How deep of a dive have we really gotten into with each other in only two weeks, you know?

OHSHITITSMAR: And it goes both ways!

OHSHITITSMAR: You might think you like me but you don’t really know me yet, and I’m like afriad that you won’tnlike me iuf you get to know me better so.

OHSHITITSMAR: There’s tjat.

OHSHITITSMAR: I guess I’m a little afraid. Of like. Getting close to someone. So. Thanks for being understanding and I am sorry if I did hurt your feelings.

Cows_IV: glad we got through this pretty okay haha. Was it our first fight? Before we were even official?

OHSHITITSMAR: no, it was our first fight after we became official, I said yes before we had that heavy convo lol. but people fight, I think it depends more on how they handle it than whterh or not they fight at all you know? And we did do good :)

Cows_IV: yeah that’s a good point. So just to be clear, you are my girlfriend now?

OHSHITITSMAR: yes, boyfriend, you and I are now a couple :)

Cows_IV: wow! Lucky me :D

OHSHITITSMAR: yes. But unlucky for you, I have to go grocery shopping since my mom’s too busy working one of her three jobs to do it. Whoo hoo being poor [eye rolling emoji]. I’ll see you here at 7 so you can take me to Derek’s party?

Cows_IV: oh, that does suck. Are you walking there? I could come help you with my car.

OHSHITITSMAR: hey now I don’t want to get sick of you. enjoy your Saturday afternoon and don’t worry about me or my grocery shopping. See you, what, at 6:52pm on the dot?

Cows_IV: [laughing emoji] you’ve got me figured out. don’t hesitate to call me if you change your mind! I’m not doing anything but relaxing until I leave for your place at 6:39 on the dot :P

OHSHITITSMAR: okay… I won’t but okay. See you at 6:52!

OHSHITITSMAR is now offline.

#i noticed way too late that tumblr doesn't import italics when copy/pasting work into their text editor #sorry for any confusion caused by this #i don't even know what i'm doing #teen drama?

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Well, today was fine, my emotions are just….idk I don’t know how to describe them because idk what they even are….just that I have a lot of feelings lol, kind of the same last week in that regard. But yeah. 7 am, alarm goes off and I get up. Get to work, looking over my closing argument for trial ad on the way so I’ll have some idea what I want to say. Work, I finish fixing the case list that didn’t take long, then went looking for work (lol) and got a permanency hearing for next Tuesday on a still active case, so my job was then to go through the file and take notes so I’ll know what kind of shit I’m supposed to ask. I got a few other assignments throughout the day, smaller stuff go just work on at some point. I did have the experience where I had a very hard time keeping my eyes open again, to the point where around 9:40 I closed my door and put my head down on my desk for like 20 minutes lol I set my alarm so I wouldn’t just sleep all day, and if anyone knocked I knew I was a light enough sleeper that I’d wake up immediately and could manage it. I don’t know if I managed to actually fall asleep in that time or just kind of drifted, but I suppose I did feel better afterwards. The case file was pretty sad, good kid, she’s 17 now and was removed when she was 15 because basically both of her parents were giant alcoholics and they went through this gigantic intact case before she was removed (because DCFS actually does try very hard to keep families together when they can, little known fact I know) which meant I had to wade through hundreds of pages of the parents complaining that this (going to substance abuse treatment) was “ruining their lives” and they definitely didn’t have a problem when your 15 year old daughter has a terrible attendance record because she keeps having to stay home and take care of her passed out drunk parents. So when you hear those stories about “that person your friends cousin knows whose kids were taken for no reason because DCFS is evil” please remember that there is a very high likelihood you are hearing a very exaggerated one sided story from a parent that’s likely abusive (sorry, but kids don’t get taken for no reason). Anyway, off my mini-soap box for the moment (but if anybody ever comments to be again that calling DCFS will just make things worse when they’re witnessing child abuse there is a 100% I will slap them in the face on the spot). I went to court for a little while in the afternoon, nothing too interesting going on there. So I headed out at my normal time, 4:56, (yes I am that precise) to get my 5:06 bus to get to the train to take me to class, all of which goes well. Then comes actually enacting the plan. I was gonna have to convince my classmates first, since I’d see them before the prof shows and we’d of course be talking. So I start light you know, say I just got a freaked out text from my roommate about something going wrong in the apartment, then just slowly added comments like “oh now my landlord is freaking out and wants us both there” and slipping in things like “he’s a cop so he goes kind of crazy about thing” (the former of which is true at least) so by the time the prof actually showed around 6 I had a pretty well-established narrative to work with. He did some quick announcements and gave us our final trial schedule, then after some begging and pleading on my part he let me give my closing on the spot so I could go right afterwards. I wasn’t consciously thinking to talk slowly, which means I sometimes trip over words because I just naturally talk so damn fast, but it didn’t happen too much. Was calling a Lyft before I even got out of the building and was headed home. I was anxious that we were gonna hit traffic because it was still semi-rush hour, and we hit a little but not very much at all and I was home by 6:40, giving me 20 minutes to prep to watch legends in my apartment that is very much not being flooded and occupied by my freaked out roommate and landlord, lol. So I did a few things then got ready to watch. I had Caity up on her Facebook live right before and then I had the showgo app on my phone but also my Twitter feed open on my laptop on my lap lol. Cuz with showgo you can cross post to Twitter, but since it’s still a new app it like stalls all the time and it’s not nearly as fast as my live tweeting needs haha so I ended up switching back and forth between the two depending on what was working. I don’t know how I feel about the episode really. I had a feeling we weren’t gonna get what we wanted with Snart, I just knew it wasn’t gonna happen even though I’ve been the one telling everyone to hold out hope this whole time (dammit Rachel) so I was trying to talk myself down about it throughout the day so it would be so big of an issue, but it was of course still pretty upsetting to just get him placed back in the original timeline because like, yeah he does eventually need to be there, but there was so much else you could’ve done in that story…..I don’t know. Caity told me at HVFF she didn’t know if Wentworth was coming back for season 3 so I’ll take that for what it’s worth until we hear something else. But the rest of the episode wasn’t their best. I know they were going for the whole time paradox thing but like, it was confusing to try and figure out what version of who was who, especially when characters are getting shanked and impaled on icicles, and you’re just like, is that the version that is okay to get killed or the one who will permanently kill the character??? Now of course, I didn’t really think they were actually going to kill any of their main characters. I never believed for a second they were gonna have Amaya stay dead, and when the whole Ray thing happened I actually laughed out loud because I was just like oh please I don’t believe you for a second. The concept itself was clever though, and there were some very good scenes with the different versions of the characters. Unsurprisingly, I loved the scenes with the two Sara’s, and I think the one with the two of them talking about the spear is probably one of my all time favorite scenes of the show just because of how raw and vulnerable it was for them and of course Caity knocked it out of the fucking park. And then of course there was the Laurel scene. Of course since they announced black siren would be a regular on next season of Arrow it was being asked if we were gonna get our Laurel or e2 Laurel, but I was glad we got to see our Laurel. That scene was WAY too short for my liking, but it was done very very well. It was interesting how they did the whole thing with who can handle the spear, and how it was because Sara can get past the darkness within her and use the spear for good that she is strong enough to use it (which of course directly contradicts what Phil Klemmer said in his EW interview released earlier today about how none of the legends could handle it because they had to be pure of heart to do so, but whatever). The final showdown between Sara and Damien was epic, and I’m glad she finally truly bested him. I knew of course she wasn’t going to kill him because they made it abundantly clear they weren’t going down that path, but I soooooooooo wanted to see her kill him anyway, time paradoxes be damned. Sigh. I’ll take what I can get though. I’m gonna try not to be too much of an asshole in this section but I can’t say I was terribly upset to see Rip go. It’s not exactly a secret he’s not one of my favorite characters, and there’s especially someone people ship him with that makes me want to punch through windows and throw people through them, but I can appreciate his character growth and how he did become a better person- but really, he didn’t have much of a role to play on the team anymore. I wouldn’t be surprised if he shows up again for an episode or two, but I don’t think he’d come back as a series regular (I type while desperately hoping they’ll have Wentworth Miller come back as a series regular). But not gonna lie, I’m kind of glad to not have to deal with some of that ship shit anymore that just made me irrationally angry. I was kind of surprised to see Nate and Amaya stick around, if only because Guggenheim already said there’s gonna be new characters next season and with just Rip gone, uh, the ship is gonna feel pretty damn crowded. So yeah, that’s basically how I feel. I am mostly just kind of sad that the season is over though, so I think that dominates most of my feelings (which I’ll discuss more of after my prison break reaction). I originally was told legends and prison break were on at the exact same time, but for me at least prison break was right after so it worked perfectly for me. It was pretty typical introductory episode, they got some good establishing facts in there about (of course) the huge government conspiracy they find themselves in the middle of, and what other characters might be doing during this (I’m just saying, they better have a damn good reason for bringing T-Bag back, because that dirty fuckface should never see the light of day again). I’m gonna have a HUGE problem taking Sara’s new husband seriously just because he’s fucking Hank from Royal pains and it’s gonna be pretty much impossible for me to see him as anyone else, and plus he’s already proven himself to be an annoying and clueless little shit so I don’t see this going well for him. Michael Jr. is super cute though. I liked seeing the guys get back together, you know I always love me some Sucre and C-Note. Is Sara living under an alias though? Cuz isn’t she still a wanted fugitive for breaking out of the prison that Michael supposedly died at? Or did they somehow magically get that cleared up to with their endlessly convenient government contacts? Lol. Lincoln fucking cracked me up though, he just calls Sara and is like “so I dug up Michael’s grave…” like great conversation starter there buddy. So yeah, overall good introductory episode and definitely looking forward to the rest of the season. Now, for the other associated feelings. I’ve just having a lot of thoughts lately about becoming an actress and if I would’ve preferred that life to the life that I have, or the life that I will have. Because I watch these tv shows, and I watch the actors get to do awesome stuff, and not even the famous stuff I don’t care about that, but like get to go to cons and be on panels and stuff and I’m just like…..I’m so jealous. Like I’m so unbelievably jealous and everything in me wants that life. Well, that’s not true. Not everything. There is still the logical, rational part of me that tells me I’ll never be satisfied with being anything other than a lawyer. And really, I think that’s the truth. I don’t think I could be okay with doing anything else- I just want both of them so badly. I thought that once I made my decision that would be it- I chose law, and that’s that. I didn’t expect to have so many lingering feelings and to miss acting so deeply. I also have to remind myself that it’s not like I gave up a budding television acting career here. I am aware of my strengths and my flaws in my acting skills and I know that I’m not the best of the best that get those jobs that I’d want. Could I probably make a living off commercials and shit? Probably, but I definitely wouldn’t be satisfied with that. And so I’m so torn. I see them saying they’re gonna add new characters to season 3 and I find myself hoping against not only hope but also all reason that I somehow end up getting cast in one of those rules but somehow not have to abandon law school to do it….I mean, I could always come back and finish my third year…..but how would I even come anywhere close to getting into that audition? And frankly, I want to be in law school. This isn’t some crazy thing I HAVE to do. Would I absolutely love the opportunity to do something like it? Of course. But it’s not something I’m gonna turn my life around chasing after when I already made my choice. I chose the law. I chose justice. I chose fighting for the most vulnerable among us facing the most horrific of circumstances. I chose all of these things because they need to be fixed and I need to be the one to do it. I can’t tell you how I know that, I just do. I could never live a life where that wasn’t my goal- it’s an integral part of who I am. Would I love for acting to work its way into that? Sure, that would be great. But at this point I’m not regretting my choice. As stressful as it is, I like law school. I like my job where the things I do tangibly affect the lives of vulnerable children. I like that I’ve seen so many who know the system is broken and want to be part of the solution (even if that means razing the whole system to the ground and starting fresh, which at this point I think might actually be the best idea, which is by all accounts an absolutely terrifying prospect). And no matter what I could do with fame, assuming I somehow achieved fame, I couldn’t do that myself. I could donate to charities and work with them or whatever, but it wouldn’t be my life. I need to have my entire life committed to this. Anything else isn’t enough. This can’t be an afterthought. It’s who I am and I don’t doubt that for a second. And you know, writing this all out helped me a lot. I really hope I can get some acting in over the summer, a play or two or maybe some student films. But if not, I’m still happy with my choice. Okay, now that I ranted all of that. I watched two episodes of crazy ex-girlfriend before calling it a night, and that did succeed in making my mood considerably lighter. And it’s late now, I don’t have to wake up super early thankfully but still earlier than I’d like. It looks like the official execution of evil plan I can’t tell you about will have to wait till Friday, because there’s no way I’m gonna have the willpower to wake up extra early tomorrow to get it done (and since I have no class on Friday I can sleep in and still do it). Okay, that’s quite enough for now, that was definitely more than long enough. So goodnight my loves. I hope you are content with your lives right now.

#daily journal #April 2017 #Rachel's evil plan

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