#I will never understand how anyone could ever stan this woman

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My heart is finally whole part 1/2

Imagine : Sebastian's one interview squanders his chances for a happy life.

Paring: Sebastian Stan & Olivia Mazru

Words : 2277

Olivia stood behind the camera and stared at the monitor, maintaining the best possible view of the people who were giving the interview. It just so happened that she had been involved for four years with one of the interviewees. Sebastian Stan was her personal, private fiancé, and she was really glad to have him. Their beginnings were not easy, they often quarreled and even split up a few times but always found their way back to each other. Sebastian would glance at her from time to time and smile gently, sometimes he would bite his lower lip. He really wanted to go home already and catch some relaxation. But he had to sit here for at least an hour if not more. Everything was fine until the presenter asked a question related to his first love. Liv almost groaned, this question has long been on the list of forbidden questions for interviews with Sebastian. This topic, even after so many years, was very sensitive for him. To this day, he has not put his heart together. He was young and foolish and also in love up to his ears, he trusted a woman and she hurt him like no one had ever done before. Olivia noticed how he lowered his head and stared at his hands for a long moment, she knew that face. She knew that because of that one question, everything could once again fall apart. She stared at the camera screen, she wasn't sure if she would be able to survive their split this time, and it was bound to happen. From that question to the very end of the interview Sebastian never once looked at Liv, his gaze was either on the interviewer or on his hands. - Thank you very much for the interview, - the presenter smiled broadly mainly at Sebastian. Liv turned off the camera and began to gather her equipment, she wanted to go home and take a long relaxing bath. When she lifted her gaze Sebastian was gone, locked himself securely in his dressing room. - Nathaniel take my equipment, I need to check something. - Liv smiled. - Sure - the young boy smiled. Olivia moved to her fiancé, knocked several times on his door. When she heard a quiet please and a pulling of her nose she went inside. - Sebastian ? - she slipped her head into the room. - Leave me alone - he muttered hiding his face in his hands. - Everything ok ? - she went inside and closed the door behind her.- I said leave me alone - he growled at her. Olivia cautiously approached him - Sebastian darling I know that this question has affected you…- unfortunately she did not have time to finish the question. - Can't you understand that he wants to be left alone - he broke from his chair and approached her. - Don't say something you might regret - Liv tried to hold on, she had no intention of crying in front of him. - He wants to fucking stay alone, so get it into your empty head that I have nothing to do with you now - he slapped her breast with his index finger - get out of here. Liv stared into his eyes, he had never spoken to her like that and certainly never hit her. She took a step back and breathed, holding back tears. - I'll go to my parents - she turned and headed for the door. - And never come back,- he growled at her. Olivia moved straight to the exit, she did not react to anyone. She wanted to get to the apartment, pack up and go to her parents for a while. An hour later. Olivia was throwing her clothes into her travel bag, she wanted to get out of that apartment as soon as possible. No one had ever insulted her like this and certainly not her own fiancé, she would not be treated like this, apparently Sebastian had not grown up to love people. She zipped up her bag and sat on the bed letting herself cry, really her life was falling apart and she didn't want to save it anymore. She had no strength left, she decided to finally let go, this once. She rose and went to Sebastian's office, she rarely came here rather let him work here in peace. She sat down behind the desk and what she saw on it shocked her, right next to his laptop stood a picture of his ex-girlfriend.

Sebastian got home around midnight, he knew he had screwed up right after Liv left his dressing room. But he really didn't have the strength to go after her, he didn't want to hurt her any more than he already had. - Honey - he listened for the sound of shuffling or at least crying. Unfortunately, the apartment was completely quiet and dark. He threw his jacket off his shoulders and headed straight for their shared bedroom. - Honey,- he spoke up as he entered the bedroom. The first thing that met him was the ubiquitous mess, with clothes scattered all over the room. He wiped his face with his hands and took a breath as he approached the bed. As you can see, this time he was the one who broke the heart of someone who trusted him implicitly. He collapsed on the mattress and hid his face in his hands, this is not how it was all supposed to go. After all, they already had a wedding date planned, they were supposed to get married for the hell of it and he destroyed everything. And it was because of the person who had destroyed him in the past, someone who should no longer be important to him. He raised his head and looked around the room, just a few hours ago he was lying in that bed with his fiancée and now he didn't know what to do. He rose and went to his office, he had to cancel all appointments as soon as possible and take care of his private situation. As soon as he stepped inside he froze, on the desk was a photo of his first love and on it was a ring. The same one he had given Liv over a year ago, he sat down in a chair and hid his head in his hands. This wasn't how it was all supposed to end, he could blame it all on the interview but he knew very well that this time it was all on his conscience. He looked again at the photo of his previous girlfriend, the one who had ripped his heart out and trampled on it. And he still kept her picture on his desk, as if he were an obsessed man. He rose and went to the table on which the bottles of alcohol stood, he hadn't drunk in a long time but today he was going to drink himself into unconsciousness. He had hurt the woman with whom he planned his future, with whom he had already planned to marry. As soon as he picked up the bottle of expensive whiskey he heard his mother's voice in his head reprimanding him to get a grip. He swung hard and threw the bottle at the wall. - I'll fix it,- he growled and headed for the exit.

He grabbed his jacket and headed to Liv's parents' house, he would not let go so easily. After an hour's drive, he parked the car in the driveway of his fiance's parents' house. He got out of the car and stood as if he had been caught off guard, his beloved was sitting on the porch in a rocking swing and staring at her hands. Opposite her sat her father and her mother was coming down the stairs. Her facial expression suggested she could expect anything, and she didn't say a word to him. She walked up to him savagely and slapped his face. He felt his cheek burning but did not say a word.

- Why did you come here? - she growled - you destroyed my daughter's life, you are not welcome here. - I'm sorry,- he whispered. His gaze turned to Liv, she was already looking at him, her eyes were swollen and still full of tears. He himself pulled his nose and fell to his knees, lowered his head.

- Get out of here, none of us want to see you. I will not let you hurt my only daughter again. Mom - he heard her voice but did not raise his head. - I will talk to him, go to your father please. Go into the house ok ? - Are you sure ? - the older woman looked at her daughter. - Yes mom - Liv nodded her head. Sebastian heard the older woman snort under her breath and walked away. - And you get up, we are not children - Liv looked at her now ex-fiancé. - I came to apologize to you, for all that happened today - he did not raise his head - I should not speak to you like that. After that awkward question at the interview, I had no right to cut you off. I should tell you what is going on in my head. - Do you know why I left you a ring ? - I behaved badly today - he muttered under his breath. - No Sebastian - Liv shook her head - what you said today hurt me, but it didn't derail our relationship.

Sebastian could barely hold back his tears, he felt that it all made no sense anymore. His body was numb and his heart was no longer beating out of love but simply pumping blood. He raised his head gently and looked at her. - It's a photo right ? - he whispered. Liv wiped the tears from her cheeks and stared into his glazed eyes for a moment. She felt like falling to her knees, kissing him and cuddling up to him. - Yes, it's a photo. For six years of our relationship, a photo of an ex-girlfriend stood on the desk in your office. The woman who broke your heart in the worst way at a time when you needed her support the most. Whenever you sat at your desk and did something you saw her. I'll be honest, this is probably worse than physical betrayal, because you still have an emotional connection with this woman. I could stand on my eyelashes, give you all of myself, everything you would want and I would still never be good enough. She would always be above me, you will always love her more than me. She will always be the one who comes first, and I can't accept that.

Sebastian lowered his head and stared at his hands. Finally he let his tears flow freely, his heart broke. - You are a wonderful man Sebastian, really if you just let yourself open your heart again then the woman by whom you do it will be the happiest woman in the world. It's just… - Liv's voice faltered - They just think that this woman is not me. - Don't say that - he rose to his feet - you will always be close to me, my heart will always beat harder and faster by your side. For me you are the endgame, you I see as my wife. - Sebastian - Olivia sighed. - Please, give me one last chance. I will open my heart for you, I will change for you,- he walked closer to her. Olivia sighed and placed her hand on his cheek. She ran her thumb gently over his skin, his stubble rough against her fingers. She smiled sadly, leaned toward him and kissed his forehead. - We met at the wrong time Sebastian. I think you are the right person for me but at the wrong time. - she smiled sadly. Sebastian leaned against her touch and took a breath. He really didn't want it all to end like this, he didn't want to hurt her. - My life sucks,- he breathed. - It doesn't - Olivia shook her head. - I can't keep my woman with me, what kind of man am I ? - I do not know what to answer you Sebastian - Olivia took a step back - put your heart, feelings and priorities in order.

- Is this our definitive end ? - his voice was shaking - is there no more chance for us ? - Maybe at another time, when we are both in another place there will be a chance for us - Olivia embraced with her arms. - Can I hug you one last time ? Olivia walked up to him and embraced him around the waist, hiding her face in his chest. Sebastian embraced her tightly and cuddled his face into her hair, he will miss her smell and presence.Now he knows that she took a piece of his heart with her. He really wishes there was a way to go back in time and avoid this situation. - I'm sorry for everything, I hope I can find my way to your heart in the future. Olivia squeezed him tighter then pulled away from his body. - Take care Sebastian, find peace in your heart. Maybe one day we will find our way to each other again - she smiled sadly - see you in the future Sebastian. Sebastian watched the love of his life return home, he could not take his eyes off her. He felt his heart pulling out of his chest to beg her forgiveness so he could take her home and hug her again. He clenched his hands tightly into fists and tried to hold back his tears. His life made no sense at that moment.

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Hi!! First time in ur inbox- sorry it's such word vomit. I've seen you be so sweet to people in your asks and I thought I'd join with my own thoughts that have been rattling around in my head since last night.

Why is it that the general population see larries as actually, genuinely, crazy and delusional fans? I know it serves it's purpose in maintaining the believability of a closet, but

when i got into the fandom and started going through all the receipts& explanations, I remember still being on the fence for a while, unsure and sort of paranoid about whether I was allowed to believe in it. I can remember telling a friend that asked if I thought it was real: "The craziest part is that you look through everything, read about PR and closeting in the industry, and you are left thinking: Well, holy shit. It's entirely possible that this is true. It wouldn't even be a special case- all of these things that fans theorise about Larry have 100% happened to other celebs."

I understand people not wanting to believe in 'conspiracies' but when it's straight relationships, it's ok? when it's the mainstream media narrative, it's ok? even though artists have told us repeatedly that the media has their own agenda? I'll never get that. How are we the crazy ones? They're the hypocrites.

Because I'm new to the fandom I've been watching old clips on youtube, and I got recommended a video essay on 1D and the whole comment section was full of people saying larries caused gaylor to happen (ew as if we would ever), and comparing what we believe to kpop stans thinking every one of their idols is secretly dating (which btw, yes kpop stans are intense and often fall for easily debunked conspiracies but. statistically speaking, some of those boys have GOT to be fruity.)

It just makes me wonder why people have to come at us like that. Saying all our proof can be debunked... a lot of it can lol but that's more of an issue of younger or naiver people getting obsessed with the idealised romance of H&L and seeing writing on the wall when it's just some accidental smudges. If they don't want to believe us, fine. But why are they so sure they know better than we do?

Hi, love. This would be a PhD thesis if I really broke it down. But I think a couple of the main reasons are that 1DHQ worked overtime on the gaslighting and the story that larries ruined HL's friendship. Then they added in "Louis" tweeting about how Larry is bullshit, and he's straight, and he's had to deny "Larry" a bunch of times over the years. So from the early days, it was considered being a "good fan" to shit on larries. Then, add in that Harry was marketed as a womanizer, Louis was marketed as the world's best boyfriend, and tabloids calling anyone "crazy" who thought they could be anything but aggressively straight. Larries just became the scapegoat.

Add in a sprinkle of homophobia ("stop assigning a sexuality to people" as if "straight" isn't a sexuality) and compulsory heterosexuality, and you've got a perfect storm. Plus, unless you've got a basic understanding of closeting and the way the music/film industries operate and only you've really followed things from early on and cataloged the insane amount of "coincidences," it's easy to explain everything away.

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Have you seen this very long post on why Stark was completely right in CW? I understand you enjoy picking these types of metas apart

tumblr.com/protect-anthony-edward-stark/654070608511041536/as-some-people-seem-to-not-understand-or?source=share

Wow, I hadn't seen it and it's uh... well, it's really something. 🤦‍♀️ That's a long-ass post and this is a long-ass answer, so more after the cut.

Posts like this one really prove that the Accords propaganda worked on a lot of fans, the word "safety" is uttered a few times in there as if those documents had any intention of keeping people "safe" from the Avengers or the enhanced. At this point I wonder, do these fans consider the enhanced as "people" at all?

It is quite scary that some are so quick to give up on freedom in order to gain in security, especially when these exact words are something Zola says in TWS. That guy was Hydra, folks.

Then, all that talk about Stark feeling guilty and blaming himself for everything... I do believe there might be some truth to that but that's just the thing, feeling guilty is free. If the result of all his actions is him going back to his luxury home and never having to pay for all his mistakes while those around him have to either go on the run as fugitives or serve time in jail or have to spend months in house arrest... what can I say, I'm gonna have a problem with that.

He felt responsible for that American kid's death, yes. What about Pietro though? What about the other Sokovians? There's a young woman in the team who lost her brother and her home that day... did he ever care about that?

It's interesting that OP mentions Steve having to go outside the law to find Bucky, but of course they don't mention he's forced to do that because the American government, the same that tried to force the team to sign the Accords, had sent the CIA to kill an innocent man on sight despite having no actual evidence of a crime. And regarding Stark offering "medical care" to Bucky in the US... why is Stark even offering that in the first place? What authority does he have to do that? He's not an Avenger anymore, he's a civilian, he had no power to suggest such a thing, he was talking out of his ass.

Also, suggesting to someone that they sign a document and only after that those papers can be modified is a scam. Anyone who has ever signed a contract knows that, it's not difficult to understand.

But there's something that I have read so many times and I still don't understand: "At this moment Steve was close to signing". No, he wasn't? He was listening to Stark trying to understand the situation, but I never saw him thinking about signing. What these stans misread is that Steve was NEVER against accountability, if anything he's the one who was completely game with that. It's Stark the one trying to direct the blame for his actions elsewhere. So of course Steve was going to listen if presented with a chance to get some accountability... the problem is he understood full well the Accords were NOT that.

Regarding Wanda, it's kind of infuriating to read that she was locked up in a luxurious facility so why is she complaining. Well, maybe because that house arrest was illegal? Because it was trumping her civil rights? Because Stark had no authority to do such a thing? Also, it's funny that OP says Stark had Vision with her because he knew she liked him -- he chose Vision because he's the most powerful one.

And I don't see how Stark could possibly protect her from the blame she might receive when she was being blamed for Lagos way before Ross showed up with the Accords. That incident is the reason she was locked up despite the fact that she saved everyone on that street. We're okay with locking up the heroes for a crime committed by the villains? I sure as hell I'm not.

Regarding Peter, OP says Stark took time to get to know him before "recruiting" him. Yeah, he took time to realize Peter was ideologically on Steve's side at which point he deliberately chose to withhold the reason why they were fighting, he lied to Peter and took him out of the country without informing his legal guardian. But hey, he was a 15-year-old kid, it's not problematic at all. "He wanted to keep him safe". You know how you keep that kid safe? At his own home and not in a fight in a German airport.

OP: "It's better to stay together as a team than go outside the law". Nope. Not at all. Not like this. Not when signing those Accords take the civil rights of a good portion of the population and half the team. What does "stay together as a team" even mean? At this point you gotta ask yourself why do the Avengers exist at all?

Then OP claims Stark "tried to avoid the fight" in the airport, which is kinda funny considering he refused to listen to Steve and he's the one who started the fight, and then this gem: "Team Cap goes against the law, ignores 117 countries, and tears the team apart."

Yeah... and why? Steve tells them about Zemo but does Stark and his team care? Nope. And at that point we all thought he was going to use those Winter Soldiers to his advantage, so yeah they were forced to go outside the law.

As an aside, all this "go outside the law" is said so many times, it's kinda weird. Are we back to the thought that if something is made law that means it's morally right? Surely we know better than that, yes?

Then, the Raft. So Stark "didn't know" they would be kept in a prison such as that but the same guy who hacked the helicarrier not two minutes after arriving in it in The Avengers doesn't have a damn second to get his ex-teammates out of the Raft? He didn't tell Steve about it either, how long were Clint, Sam, Wanda and Scott there? He cared oh so much according to OP... well, he sure as hell didn't show it.

But of course, we reach the point where OP says Steve knew it had been Bucky who killed the Starks. I think there's enough meta on this site to prove that's a lie and Steve had no way of knowing it had been Bucky, but I want to point out this scene OP includes in their post:

They claim this is proof Steve knows, but what I see here is Steve trying to put the focus on himself and his so-called "lies" in order to take the spotlight off of Bucky and have Stark focus on him. Because they know each other and at that point maybe Steve thinks he wouldn't attack him - and he knows in which state Bucky is. He's trying to protect him, this is not an admission of guilt.

Oh and, OP claims Steve and Bucky attack Stark? Nope, he's the one who attacks first. But OP is right, Stark does return home after he almost had an innocent man killed. No consequences at all, as per freaking usual.

Look, I won't deny Stark had a lot of issues and I think IM3 did a pretty good job with that. But the thing with this guy is... he's not well. He's supposed to be a morally grey character who makes mistakes and is amazingly flawed and the only way his character can develop and evolve and improve is if everyone around him calls him out on his shit, if he pays for his actions and he understands what he has done wrong. But the MCU right post-AoU decided no one would ever do that and he would be framed forever as 100% right, so we ended up with a character who never learned a damn thing, continued making the same mistakes over and over again, had the gall to call others out while having his own actions swept under the rug and he got a heroic death scene in EG and a funeral and tributes in other movies whereas other characters, mostly Natasha, were completely put aside like they were nothing.

That kind of treatment gets him so damn close to villain territory... which is a shame because he shouldn't be there. But alas... Phases 1-3 were the Stark Cinematic Universe, unfortunately.

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i haven’t read the books but from the way some book stans talk about lestat like he’s some saint, i was not expecting sam in that interview to be like no actually he loves being evil and he’s really good at it and all the stuff about male rage/akasha and the devil being like wow he’s so terrible i need to recruit him actually. and i’ve seen the odd comment on twitter that’s like oh poor sam for having to put up with this lestat character assassination. like i don’t wanna call ppl out but i saw someone say “he signed up for anne rice’s iwtv, not rolin jones’s iwtv 😢” like ??? no actually he did sign up for rolin’s adaptation. and then they act like he’s so put out by the changes like a) he’s getting paid to pay his favorite character i think he’s okay. and b) even if he has reservations or questions about a change or even outright disagrees with one, he’s always full of praise for the final product and for rolin in general. like girl he is fine lol. like he said, some changes needed to be made and were for the greater good e.g. wrt improving the louis character.

I forget if he clarified in the interview or not, but that bit he says about going to hell comes right from the books

But what had I done to Claudia? And when would I have to pay for that? How long was she content to be the mystery that bound Louis and me so tightly together, the muse of our moonlit hours, the one object of devotion common to us both? Was it inevitable that she who would never have a woman's form would strike out at the demon father who condemned her to the body of a little china doll? I should have listened to Marius's warning. I should have stopped for one moment to reflect on it as I stood on the edge of that grand and intoxicating experiment: to make a vampire of "the least of these." I should have taken a deep breath. But you know, it was like playing the violin for Akasha. I wanted to do it. I wanted to see what would happen, I mean, with a beautiful little girl like that! Oh, Lestat, you deserve everything that ever happened to you. You'd better not die. You might actually go to hell. But why was it that for purely selfish reasons, I didn't listen to some of the advice given me? Why didn't I learn from any of them-Gabrielle, Armand, Marius? But then, I never have listened to anyone, really. Somehow or other, I never can.

he's not a saint (but he wants to be one for a second lol) but I personally didn't feel like he was that "evil" either. anne rice wasn't rly a good writer and fired her editor 3 books in on top of it. the series was unplanned and it's a wreck. he does awful shit but nothing I'd view makes him rly "evil," so it was a struggle for me to get on board with all that. an internal fight about how he views himself, I could understand, but idk what was rly that bad otherwise. especially cuz she was so in luv with him that consequences for anything he does just drop off as the books go? let me not write a whole thing about this lol. but ya the good and evil thing is from the books. the rice-a-ronis do mention it in posts sometimes but ever since the show has aired, everything has to be explained away now, bcuz they don't like black and brown characters or fans judging their white fav. he's either an innocent meow meow or a gothic monster, depending what mood they're in that day to dodge whatever criticism comes for them.

AMC explores a lot of stories about violent men so I've never understood this insistence like it's going to be some soft romantic series. the romance is gonna exist in the violence somehow, especially cuz they're vampires. louis slamming dreamstat's head into a rock wall while being goaded to do it bcuz dreamstat says it's the only way louis knows how to luv is sort of peak loustat for where we're at rn. I'm sure eventually they'll be more tender but it's still gonna have gritty undertones for the network it's on and who is writing it. the stans luv to make it about gendered shit, like rolin is ruining it all bcuz he's a man, but anne rice wrote violent, fucked up things too. worse than the show is prbly going to go. it's all excuses. u can just not like something without having to justify ur dislike of it to death. like damn. it's not ur taste, just stop watching??

and yes sam is a grown ass man getting prbly a good paycheck from this so loll he will be fine!

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Animate Tokuten Drama CD [Carla ver.]

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 11 月浪カルラアニメイト 各巻購入特典ドラ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 11 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Morikawa Toshiyuki

Translator’s note: Did we expect anything else than a museum for a date spot with Carla? It was either that or some kind of cured ham tasting event, haha. Although I believe they already did that in the ‘date with Tsukinami’ scenario in one of the games? Correct me if I’m wrong though. I’ve translated so much content by now, it all kind of blends together at times. Anyway, I’m not the biggest Carla stan (surprise, surprise), but this CD was enjoyable nevertheless. Once he softens up, he is a very loving boyfriend, it’s just that his voice makes him sound so much older than the other characters, it throws me off. :’’)

The two of you are walking inside a museum.

“...It is quiet. Exactly like a museum is meant to be. I do not think I could stand having to deal with people making a fuss while I am here trying to enjoy these masterpieces. We made the right choice coming at night. Don’t you agree?”

You frown.

“What is the matter? Getting cold feet? We are not here to steal, are we? To enjoy the paintings in peace, we simply have no other choice but to come past closing hour. Do not worry about it.”

You continue to feel uncertain. 

“...Hmph. You seem rather hesitant. Even though I am here with you.”

You sigh.

“...What exactly is making you so worried?”

You explain.

“I would never let some mere human get the best of me. You should know that better than anyone else, no?”

*Rustle*

“I shall hold your hand. So calm down, okay?”

You nod.

“Good grief...I did not come here to spend my time babysitting someone. ...Hm? What’s the matter? Your cheeks are flushed. Are you running a fever?”

You turn your head away.

“Hm...? First I thought you were scared and now you’ve suddenly turned red...Are you flustered perhaps?”

You admit it.

“Why? A little late for that, don’t you think?”

You explain.

“Is that so? I suppose it does not happen often that we walk side-by-side like this, but I fail to understand a woman’s mind. Oh well, it does not matter. I do not mind if you feel embarrassed or not, as long as you behave and follow me. Let us go.”

*Rustle*

Carla drags you along.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The two of you enter a new room of the museum. 

*THUD*

You walk around.

“...So here it is. I finally found it.”

You raise your head.

“Exactly. Stunning, isn’t it?”

Carla approaches the artwork.

“I had only ever laid eye upon replicas so far but just as I thought...Those did not even come close to the authentic piece. ーー What’s the matter? Not your style?”

You shake your head and explain.

“I see...Humans are limited in so many ways, aren’t they? It slipped my mind for a second that you cannot see in the dark. I suppose I have no other choice...”

*Woosh*

“How’s that? You should be able to see it now, no?”

You seem impressed.

“Hm. Seems like you enjoy it quite a bit. ...Now scoot closer, I believe you’d get the best view by standing in front of me. ...No need to be mindful. However, if it bothers you that much...”

Carla embraces you from behind. 

*Rustle*

“We can simply do this, no? Just become one with me...”

You grow flustered again.

“Heh. You are being rather offensive towards the masterpiece. Instead of focusing on the person standing behind you, you should look at the canvas in front of your eyes instead. Concentrate. ...See? It depicts a beautiful starry sky, does it not? Stars are twinkling in the darkness of the night. Even the city lights ever so slightly visible in the distance resemble the stars. I can tell that the painter yearned for the beauty that is nature. It strongly conveys the message that he wished to become one with it. I did not expect the original piece to be this impressive...I suppose it was worth coming here like this. How do you feel?”

You explain.

“I see. This painting gives you a sense of sadness?”

You elaborate. 

“Hm. I see. However, you are not wrong to feel that way. No matter how strongly one may wish for humans and nature to become one again, this desire will never be fulfilled. Therefore, this painting is indeed sad in a way. Your analysis makes perfect sense. I am fairly certain that this painting is also meant to be the artist’s way to come to peace with said reality.”

You say sorry.

“No, there is nothing you should apologize. ...If anything, to a human, the concept of death is an incredibly sensitive one. While I am trying my best to understand that, it is still difficult for me to put myself in your perspective. While I do tend to make fun of humans and ridicule them, when I watch you, I am reminded of my own shortcomings. ...Hm.”

*Rustle*

“...”

*Rustle*

“I believe it is exactly because I find it so difficult to fully understand you, that I find myself attracted to you. When your company confronts me with the things I lack, it does not bring forth resentment, but a strong feeling of endearment instead.”

You agree.

“Heh...You feel the same way? In that case, I suppose it only makes sense that the two of you fell in love.”

You nod.

“You are being rather upfront. What happened to the girl who got flustered merely from holding hands? ...”

*Smooch*

“Well then...Let us enjoy this masterpiece a bit lonーー ...!?”

You ask Carla what is wrong.

“I can hear someone approaching. It is most likely one of the security guards.”

You panic.

“Tsk...How vexing...Perhaps I should just make quick work of him?”

You stop Carla.

*Rustle rustle*

“...Hmph. I was only kidding. I do not want to make a big scene. Hang onto me.”

*Thud*

“Let us go.”

*Woosh*

You are teleported outside.

“Haah...We are on the museum’s rooftop. ...That being said, what a rude interruption.”

You seem a little disappointed.

“...Yes, it is truly a shame. Nor can we simply come back at another time. That piece is exhibited only on rare occassiーー  ...Ah.”

*Rustle*

“Take a look. ...Sure, I would have loved to enjoy that painting a little longer, however the view from here is not half bad either...”

Your eyes widen as you look at the night sky.

“Stars as far as the eye can reach. I suppose enjoy the starry sky together with you is rather pleasant. We still have plenty of time until sunrise as well. ...So why don’t we continue to gaze at this ‘canvas’ being the night sky?”

Carla pulls you close.

*Rustle*

“Come here. ...It is a little chilly up here after all. While I cannot share any warmth with you, it should be a little better when we are huddled up, no?”

You admit that you had a nice time.

“I am glad you had a good time. ...Well, after watching that painting together with you, it also helped me reconsider my opinion that art is something which should be enjoyed alone, without any company. I hope that we will get to stand in front of many more canvasses in the future. ...How about you?”

You agree.

“...Heh. That’s my girl. Mm...”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

[antisociallilbrat]

What Polyamory Does For The It Fandom VS In The St Fandom.

These are some brain worms I've had for a while and I've decided to share, regardless if it makes some people mad. Although that is truly not the intent of this post. Anyways. If you haven't been in the It fandom and only have stayed in the St fandom this post may not make sense but I do encourage you to read it.

I joined the It fandom in 2017. I'm one of those few people who were in the It fandom first before moving over to also join the St fandom in late late 2017/early 2018. I had a blog for consuming content but I didn't start making content until 2020 for the It fandom and more recently and regularly for the St fandom. Anywho what I'm trying to say is that I've seen a lot.

I loved many ships in the It fandom and one of the main ships is Poly Losers Club. This is the first fandom I've seen where a poly ship was one of the more popular ones. Even if someone didn't ship all the Losers, throuple and quatrouples (is that how you say it?) have always been popular in this fandom.

Because it is almost unanimously agreed across the fandom, that whether platonically or romantically, all the Losers love each other. Even the most die hard of reddie shippers, the fandom's most popular ship, can often agree on certain fanon headcannons, Stan and Richie practiced their first kiss on each other, Eddie's first crush was on poor oblivious Bill. And that comes back to the agreement that all the Losers love each other. Ships in this fandom have never had an issue coexisting. If someone shipped something different from someone it was always more like "oh that's not my favorite but I definitely see where you're coming from'" OR they're like "yeah no they're in love too," Hardly ever any belittling or any superiority complexes.

That's what makes being in this fandom fun and easy.

Poly Losers even often features a gay man and a women and I've read many beautiful fics where this is explained as they're more best friends than lovers but Eddie doesn't love Bev any less because she's a woman. This fandom allows Eddie and Bev to have an amazing and emotionally intimate relationship because I feel like this fandom does understand, for the most part, that platonic love is just as important as romantic love.

Now on to the St fandom. There are some poly party shippers out there but they are far and few. And there is SO MUCH shipping discourse. Yes I could talk about Mileven and Byler but come on, it goes beyond that. It's with Jany and Stancy, Ronance and Rockie. Elmax and Lumax, and Steddie and Stonathan. Just about every ship you think of there is an alternate ship that people will fight for. They will belittle you for shipping something they don't, and insist that your ship is nothing but platonic. That,,,that just doesn't happen in the It fandom. You know the joke, "All the Losers had a crush on Bill at one point," I think that in itself says a lot. Bill, the arguably least liked character, (my poor bb), has the joke that all the losers had a crush on him at one point.

I'm getting off track. Anyways I'm not saying that shipping everyone together in a poly sense would fix everything with these shipping wars but i do believe why there was never any shipping wars in the It fandom was because of Poly Losers. Also when I talk about poly in St I mean it like Poly Party and Poly teenage crew. Not together, I hate that I have to clarify that.

In the St fandom, it's just not as universally agreed that everyone loves each other, even in the basic platonic sense. All anyone seems to care about in the St fandom is romantic love. A lot of shippers want to be right, they want to prove that their ship will be cannon which just,,,sucks the fun right out fandom spaces.

Canon, fanon, why can't people just make cute fan art and talk in babbles about thoughts they have on a ship. Why do you have to be right about what's going to be the canon ship? Why do certain people feel the need to put down and even to the extent as far as bullying people who ship something different? I've never seen a fandom so focused on 'canon pairings' like the st fandom. (Side note I was never in the sherlock and supernatural fandoms, I knew to mention this)

The party, like the losers, are friends who have been through turmoil that have bound them together for a lifetime. I don't care what pairing you give me from st, whether it be a platonic or a romantic one, I will tell you that those characters deeply care for each other.

Side note: it's worth a mention that the Duffer brothers originally wanted to film the It remake and when they didn't get it, we got Stranger Things. It can be argued that the Party is based off the Losers club so you know what that means? THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER. Take it as platonic or romantic idc.

Again, I don't think that poly party is the answer to ending the shipping wars. I do think however that if people could remember how much the party members mean to each other, that that could make less tiring fandom spaces.

Okay I'm done. I just thought this was an interesting point on how it's been like in the It fandom vs the St fandom.

Wait I was doing tags and I forgot to mention that there are few people who ship Elumax and Stoncy, two throuples and kudos to them. They're just worth a mention, I didn't forget about ya'll

[alaynestcnes]

Can you believe the nonsense logic of @rya stans and jonsa antis?? It’s like they choose to be dense. (And just to preface I adore @rya but her northern rose maiden stans piss me off.) they’re now saying that @rya is actually a maiden too (even though she’s not hit puberty yet ??? She’s still a child by Westeros standards). They’re stuck on proving @rya is the princess in the tower romantic figure of the series anything to twist the narrative for their ship … they’re also suddenly obsessed with @rya being Persephone ajsjdjd but they throw a fit if anyone makes sansa / lyanna comparisons 😭

They make fun of us for coming to the conclusion that Jon subconsciously desires a lady, that sansa building Winterfell means *nothing,* that sansa is called radiant by multiple people (even though Jon is the only who thinks this about her) that sansa doesn’t have anything to do with naerys and most recently ….sansa isn’t beautiful people just tell her that because of her class 🫠🫠🫠

I can’t believe we’re in a fandom with such stupid people I understand everyone comes to different interpretations based on how they perceive something but they’re ignoring canon at this point and then have the gall to say WE are the ones who twist canon???

I’m glad I haven’t run across too much of that discourse (thank you, my beloved block button) but I will say it is very funny to see how some people anticipate that the final instalments of grrms epic subversive fantasy series will include a ‘she’s all that’ style makeover montage. especially for a 9 year old. during a war.

It’s v weird how some people will stan a character, but literally only want to discuss that character in relation or comparison to another character that they supposedly don’t care for. Instead of just talking about the character they like, they spend their time coming up with ‘what-ifs’ and altering their traits so that they can win an imaginary rivalry. Like it’s never just that ary@ is beautiful, it’s always that she’s more beautiful than sansa. It’s always that ary@ is the True Northern Rose, unlike that other northern girl that actually isn’t even that special or important. Do they not find ary@ interesting enough as she is? I could think of a hundred things to discuss before I got to ‘is she more pretty than her sister tho?’

And anyway, why is there even the need to pit them against each other? I hate to say the infamous sansa stan catchphrase but, whatever - it’s internalised misogyny. We never see arguments about how jon is actually so much more attractive than robb ever was, because jon is a True Northen Rose, while robb was just a fake southron pretender. Somehow, everyone is able to accept that both robb and jon are two attractive people who can coexist and their attractiveness isn’t really that important to their story, anyway. Strange how it’s only the two sisters that get lumbered with this reductive discourse.

Like, yes, ary@ does have an interesting relationship with societal expectations of femininity and her own experience, desires and interests as a young girl. But let’s think critically and ask ourselves, are these themes present because grrm is trying to make the profound observation that all women (even 9 year old child soldiers) are in a constant beauty competition against every other woman that determines their value and also becoming beautiful is actually one of the highest achievements a girl can reach? OR is he trying to say something about how women are more than objects that possess beauty, they are complex people that should be valued beyond their compliance with narrow societal expectations?

In terms of jonsa, yeah, I find the ‘jon will neverrrr like a girly girl’ argument very silly. Like, oh ok, you think jon is so shallow that his one determining factor for attraction is if the girl is traditionally feminine? Give the guy some credit, damn. It’s not like jon confronting his own surface-level, problematic views of people has been a theme throughout his story or anything (cough sam cough the freefolk cough). Seems like meeting a very traditionally feminine woman and coming to understand and value her strength, beyond physical strength or wielding a sword, would align very well with the important relationships we’ve seen him form so far.

However, what I do think would probably be a major turn off for jon would be a literal child, no matter how much of a beautiful perfect northern rose she is. They can make up as many twisted metas or foreshadowing for jonry@ as they want, it’s not going to remove the issue of age (which is my main ick for that ship).

Anyway, I could ramble on forever about the misogyny in this fandom but it won’t change the fact that there’s always going to be people with two braincells spewing their drivel to anyone who will listen. We just have to laugh and scroll on and thank god that grrm has better sense.

[south-park-meta]

instead of working on writing my zombie fanfic i just made cover art, so i'm just going to post this along with the prologue:

The rabbit died so the human could live. 

That truth had always been the sort of thing Stan grappled with. He’d worried over the conditions of the cow on his plate even after he’d come to terms with the ethics of eating his mom’s pot roast. One of the only good things about living on Tegridy had been buying milk and eggs at a farmer’s market and being able to ride his bike a few miles to peer over a hand-driven fence to see the animals grazing free. His mom tutted a little at the price, I don’t know, Stanley..., but commented on how rich and orange the yolks were in their omelets the next morning. His dad hadn’t noticed the color or the price until Tegridy had started hemorrhaging money, then told Stan to get a job and buy his own eggs if he cared that much about chickens. He didn’t get a job, and his mom frowned at the paleness of the yolks. 

When he was fourteen, Wendy had a makeup boycott. Stan hadn’t understood her having an actual boycott. Wendy had only started wearing makeup consistently when she was twelve-and-a-half, and she said it was for him, but he only ever noticed her wearing it when she called his attention to a particular part of her face. Don’t my eyes look nice today? She'd ask. Stan would say ‘yes’ and then have to guess whether it was the eyeshadow, eyeliner, or eyelashes that were looking nice. Kenny and Kyle were both quicker on the draw about it. Kenny would send him a text to tell him what it was sometimes. Kyle never helped him out that way; he sometimes had the idea that Kyle wanted him to get it wrong, though that wasn’t the kind of thing either of them understood until Stan told Kyle he was thinking of joining the Space Force two weeks before summer their senior year. 

In any case he had asked Wendy, “Couldn’t you just... not wear it?” considering it was ‘for him’ and he barely ever noticed it. But as it turned out, it wasn’t just for him, it was for everybody, and no she couldn’t just not wear it. Women who wore makeup were more respected in the workplace. They were seen as more professional. They made more money. She had slammed her mascara into the palm of his hand. He looked at it and said, “Isn't this stuff tested on bunnies? You shouldn’t use it anyway.” 

“You know that, but not anything about what I’m talking about?” 

Stan knew what she was talking about because he had listened to her talk about it. He was still just to the left of truly understanding it, somehow agreeing with her for all the wrong reasons.  

More than a decade on there were rabbits caged in his front yard. They had plenty of room to run. They had more than enough food to eat. They were strong, vibrant, happy. They were going to die. 

There was another cage in his yard. It stood empty, but not long ago had held Nurse Bronski. This one had been made to be constricting: The woman inside had had her arms and legs bound tight with leather belts, but would not have had the room to stand if she had been let free. Stuck on her knees, there was a hole in the top of the cage that only her head could fit through. Her teeth had been knocked out with the butt of one of Uncle Jimbo’s .22 rifles, hit until the jaw hung slack. She’d had a gag in her mouth to prevent biting all the same.  

Stan had taken the electric turkey carver his family had used at their last real Thanksgiving to expose his old school nurse’s brain to air. 

A week later she was dead. 

Again. 

For good this time, so it seemed. 

Zombies starved just like anyone. Stan and Kyle had walked out on a Tuesday morning to find Nurse Bronski sitting still in her cage. She hadn’t cried out in hunger before she went. All she’d done was try to bite at Stan whenever he walked by. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t even animalistic. An animal would have tried to chew at its gag, would have broken bones trying to get to freedom. Nurse Bronski had moaned through the day and night and tried to snap only when she saw someone to bite. The brainlessness of it had made it easier for Stan when he saw her dead. He still gave her a kick to see if she moved, as though she was laying a trap, when he went to haul the body out. 

Kyle had chewed his lip and said nothing on it until he rolled over to shake Stan awake at three AM that Wednesday. Stan had known the guilt was coming and had woken up the second Kyle’s hand touched his shoulder. Kyle had talked until sunrise. 

Stan had been the one to take a syringe to Nurse Bronski’s brain, back when she was still alive enough to try and bite. It had been Kyle who injected those contents into the first rabbit, attenuating the virus through their bodies just like Louis Pasteur had done more than a hundred years before.  

Stan looked out their kitchen window. The rabbits’ spines were sitting in glass jars on the sill, drying. He looked past the bones out at the rabbits as Kyle prepared the injection. 

It was the fourteenth shot, on the fourteenth day, that Kyle put into Stan’s arm on the hottest day of July. 

“That should be the last one,” Kyle said. He covered the shot with a Band-Aid and sealed it with a kiss. 

Stan looked to Kyle. “Now I just have to get someone to bite me so I know it worked.” 

“Don’t you dare.” 

Kyle sounded actually upset. Stan huffed a little laugh. He wouldn’t really, of course, but the point was there. No matter the science that the theory held, until there was true threat of infection there was no proof of concept. Nurse Bronski’s exposed brain, the rabbits’ spinal cords sitting in jars on their windowsills, the daily injections. Until there was a bite, it was nothing more than Bebe Stevens giving the girls cootie shots in the second grade. 

[a-real-chicxulub-vibe]

Heyo! This is a bit out of the blue, but I am missing Ciaran and the Knights of Gwyn these days, so since I know you are a fellow Ciaran stan, I wanted to ask if you had any favorite headcanons for her? :)

Oh man!! Lots! Thank you for asking, the Lord's Blade is a seriously compelling character and I'm always happy to talk about her. :>

Here's a few to do with her pre-Knighthood days.

🥀🥀🥀

🗡️ Ciaran remembers when the world was young. Orphaned and friendless at a young age, she spent her childhood among the ghettos of New Londo, built underground to help withstand the frequent dragon attacks.

🗡️ Ciaran is indeed a full-blooded Medial, or one born of Gwyn's race. Her parents likely died in the war, though as a girl she always secretly suspected they abandoned her. All the other adults of New Londo were shady, dangerous. Her parents must have fit right in.

🗡️ As a child, Ciaran developed a passion for theater. Ciaran would eventually weaponize this to become anyone she needed to be as the mission demanded. But as a child, it was innocent, and for a time she and the other children would perform shows in the evenings. Perhaps she had always wanted to be someone else.

🗡️ Ciaran loves flowers. As a child in New Londo, sny artifacts from the surface were treasures. The glowing Darkroot Lilies became particular favorites, as they grew best in the dark.

🗡️ As a young woman, she too volunteered to fight in the Dragon War, and eventually became a Silver Knight. As a New Londo urchin, who was familiar with the humans and the shadows, she was already an outcast. She also became known for forgoing any shield on the battlefield, preferring dual swords.

🗡️ The snowy-white north was a deathtrap. The Dragons still ruled there in Ciaran's time, and the territory was of little value. Still, she and her company were assigned to go, and serve under an unproven captain.

🗡️ Those years in the north were the hardest she had ever known. Endless ice, blizzards, snowfalls higher than the top of one's head. People starved. People died. Ciaran was a recluse. She twisted orders. She broke off from formations. She was ungovernable. She was hopeless. She was going to die here. And for who?

🗡️ A great dragon ambushed the meager camp one day, and Ciaran predictably became separated. She was ready to accept her fate. But the captain leapt from the side, and misdirected the deadly strike. Shielding her with his body, he suffered horrific scars, before the dragon moved on. There, they were abandoned in the snow, left to die.

🗡️ Ciaran came to terms with the betrayal of her peers slowly. Not that she was shocked to have been forgotten, per se. She had already seen herself as unlikeable, unknowable. But the fact that one specifically of their number -- the strange young captain -- had almost died for her. And now they both lay injured and dying and alone in the snow. And with nothing else to do but wait, they talked.

🗡️ Ornstein, he said his name was. His family destroyed by the dragons, just like hers apparently was. But somehow the moron managed to twist his tragedy into a misguided sense of honor and duty. How sad. Didn't save his life, now did it?

🗡️ She heaved him onto her back that day, and they trudged through the snow. They rendezvoused with the rest of the contingent days later, where the poor captain was wheeled away by a gaggle of priests. Surely he wouldn't make it. It all was surely for naught. Everyone was going to die, one day. She couldn't understand why she had even bothered to help.

🗡️ She deserted. They could search all they want--Ciaran knew disappearing like no one else. Her next years were regrettable. She drank, she gambled. The terrible memories of the north stuck to her, like starvation to one's ribs, like frostbite to the toes. It was vital that she forgot. It was vital that she find out how to live again. It was vital she that she forget she never knew how to live at all.

🗡️ Years later, she received a plain-stamped letter. A letter of thanks. An invitation to a warm meal and a warm bed, courtesy of a nameless benefactor. How could she refuse? And indeed, how could said benefactor not find and repay the woman who long ago in the terrible North had saved his life?

sorry, I you said "favorite headcanons", but,,,

[jess-moloney-malarkey]

My problem is not that people hate Jess. I don't care how you feel about Jess. I don't have a strong opinion on Jess, I just respect her as the partner of one of my heroes. I don't feel the need to dive into every aspect of her life and past like apparently some others do. But hey, that's your prerogative if you want to. Have fun. My problem is with how certain people behave and interact with others in their dislike of Jess. My problem is with how certain people treat others, citing only your highly speculative thoughts as reasoning. There's no respect for a difference of opinion. Their MO is to just be defensive, deflect, and attack. Even attacking people who have never interacted with them (we'll circle back to this) And for what? Why so nasty and hostile if it's only a matter of opinion? That's my problem with them.

The second anyone tries to even respectfully disagree and explain why, they always just resort to the same “oh you’re just a crazy Jess stan, you don’t have a real argument, you know what I say is the truth and are just trying to deny it because you’re a pathetic Jess ass kisser” spiel. Then they ask a million follow up questions that demand answers, saying “I won’t hold my breath, you probably can’t answer.” Instead of being receptive and offering to hold a real discussion on why they disagree. Nothing is ever "good enough" for them to engage with, and they are just brushed off with superiority. Or when they’re not feeling feisty, they just ignore it, delete it from their inbox, and claim they never got one. (this has happened with multiple people, more times than a "tumblr glitch" could explain)

Again, I understand what they talk about is mostly their opinion on what they've looked at, and that's valid. They can have that opinion and speak freely about it. I'm not bothered by that in itself. It's predominantly their behavior towards others who don’t share that opinion, and their almost immediate willingness to be so rude to others based on how they feel about Jess. I mean, in the beginning, they reblogged at least three random peoples' posts saying nice things about Jess, calling the bloggers names and belittling them over it. Recently, they posted screenshots of a bunch of comments from users on Instagram expressing adoration for Jess, just to talk down on them. It's shit like that that's not cool, at all. Like, if you're going to call me a bully, look in the mirror first.

I'm also bothered by the fact that they seem to place so much emphasis on social media, treating it like the end all be all of these people's lives. No matter how much someone used to or currently posts, that does not mean that they have to or will post every little, or even big, thing in their lives on Instagram. Like, people in a relationship, who live together, they might not post every single important thing on their story tagging them, or comment on their post. Sometimes they will, absolutely. But other times, they can literally walk into the other room to say it. Same with family. They can just call or drive over to them. Real life does not happen exclusively and continuously on social media, there will be gaps. Their intense scrutiny, analysis, and conclusions drawn for Jamie and Jess’s personal relationships through the lens of Instagram is mind blowing to me.

And most importantly, maybe their theories (the whole fake pregnancy discussion, or Jess having an eating disorder, for instance) go too far? Just maybe?

The constant stream of these outlandish theories in the Jamie tag spread nothing but negativity and needless fearmongering, while also promoting division in the fandom between the "correct" side who criticize Jess, and the "wrong" side who don't.

I don't know the person behind the blog personally. I just don't like how they treat others and how they conduct themselves online based on this woman who truly means nothing to them.

[sweetestpopcorn]

All the Harwin and Laena fans are ridiculous. How they ended up as stans of characters who was even barely written about is beyond me. They definitely just think that the actors portraying them in the show is hot and uses Rhaenyra as a self-insert for Harwin and Laena for Daemon. Honestly, they give this two way too much more importance than they actually were in the first place. The only relevance Harwin and Laena have is that they had children with Daemyra.

Hi there,

Let's try not to call anyone ridiculous for liking characters XD we can say they have bad taste but ridiculous no come on. We might not agree but to each their own and they have a right to like whatever character they want even if it is someone like Tywin's horse.

I agree that I also don't understand, especially Laena just because since 2019 the hype about her is absolutely blown out of proportion. If you read any meta about her you would be under the impression she's as developed as character as someone like Daemon or Rhaenyra, or even as her own parents. I have talked at lengths about why people like her but to sum it up it's a mixture of: no personality so perfect self-insert + seen as "less Targaryen" and thus more "pure and righteous" + who her parents are. Don't be mistaken though, show did nothing or almost nothing for Laena. If anything she is less popular now.

Harwin is another matter and he is 100% because of the show. Before I would count on the fingers of one hand anyone who gave half a f_ck about him. People would literally not acknowledge his existence. However, I have talked about this at length and the very vocal crowd that produced content, especially metas and fics, were very anti Targaryens - though they will act otherwise at times - or "neutrals". And this crowd not only loved Laena but also thought Criston was the version we were presented with in Feast (that is not the same as in The World of Ice and Fire/The Rogue Prince/The Princess and the Queen/Fire and Blood -> but you know whatever) and would LOVE to defend him, talk about "his side" of the story, and produce tons of content about him and Rhaenyra. I could say I was baffled, but that would be a lie because the same was done about Jorah and Dany 🤷🏽‍♀️ And again Rhaenyra and Daemon were never the Targaryens it was ok to like, unless it was because of how "dark they were", especially Rhaenyra who is a woman, so automatically darker you know.

Because of the above, however, I don't know... I don't mind Harwin fans that much. Maybe I was just not pestered by them as I was by Laena fans since 2018 where every time someone would post Daemyra content here they came with the:

"BuT yOu KnOW DAemON DidN'T LoVE RhaeNYRA RIGHT?! His TruE LoVe WaS LaeNA!"

The people I counted on my fingers who liked Harwin always acknowledged canon and the fact that at the end of the day it was Daemon Rhaenyra truly loved/was her endgame 🤷🏽‍♀️ I am aware that has changed because of redacted but my good people *big sigh* Prince Matt Daemon and Renada are NOT Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen. So if people hate Harlose Weak and want to pair him with the most unlikable character ever who goes by the name of Princess Renada Tedesco... sure go ahead.

Do I understand why anyone likes Harlose Weak? No. Do I understand how anyone can watch the show and not absolutely hate Rita and Carlos for wanting to pimp out their 12 year old child to a man who slaughtered his wife like a pig? Absolutely not. Do I understand why anyone mistakes show and books and insists on merging the two together? Also absolutely not. It takes some pathological levels of cognitive dissonance for that. Do the books make it painfully obvious Daemon was the man Rhaenyra always loved and wanted above all others? Also yes. Can people believe otherwise? Sure, free country.

[moonlightdancer26]

how would u fix Lily in the books? 🤔

Askin the hard questions 🫣

I don’t know, to be honest. In order to change her character, we’d have to change a lot in canon (Harry wouldn’t exist 💔).

I think the biggest thing that ruins Lily’s character is her marrying James. Even the whole Mudblood situation didn’t completely ruin her. I can understand why she ended her friendship with Severus, but I will never, ever understand why on Earth she would marry the devil reincarnated.

I don’t care if James changed in her eyes, the fact that he was bad enough to have done everything he did in SWM, not only to Lily’s best friend, but to Lily herself, is enough to make anyone run for the hills.

I don’t care if she and Snape weren’t friends anymore and that “she didn’t owe him anything” (I remember actually seeing some James stan on Quora saying this), he was still her best friend, there was still a point in her life where she loved him. If you’d ever get with someone who abused, sexually assaulted, and actively harassed your now-former best friend, then there’s a chance you never truly cared about said friend in the first place. Otherwise why the fuck would you get with that person after all the shit they pulled on your friend (that’s putting aside the fact that James harassed and blackmailed her too-)??

I don’t care about all that. You do NOT marry your former best friend’s bully, ever. Especially not when said former friend respected your decisions; something the guy who you somehow ended up marrying could never do.

Putting that aside, marrying James seemed to have greatly changed the image Rowling wanted us to see, I talked about this in one of my previous answers (I’ll just copy and paste it here):

She went from badass “feisty” woman with hair that goes 💃🕺 who was popular, hawwwwt, desired by many guys (including James), had her little Gryffindor friends, to some trophy wife with as much personality as an unsalted pretzel whose only friends were sexist guys who used to (🤫) bully her former best friend.

And I stand by what I said. What the hell happened to that strong, badass, popular woman who stood up (well if you wanna call it that) to the Marauders?

I honestly find it funny how Remadora and Romione haters always talk about Tonks and Hermione’s strong badass characters getting ruined because they got settled down with Remus and Ron, when it’s really Lily’s character (if you can even call her that) that got ruined when getting married.

So, I’d definitely have her not marry James, and no, I won’t make her marry Snape (I could never let him do that to himself), so she could either marry literally anyone else or just stay single. And preferably—if her and Snape’s friendship has to end—I’d have him do something more extreme or have done not-so-lovely things before the incident happened, so him calling her a Mudblood would be the final straw for Lily and it would be more understandable as to why she automatically dropped their friendship after that. It would be less of a “girl…” moment and I might actually still (emphasise on the still) have some respect left for her.

Askin the hard questions

Not exactly hard. All she had to do was not marry the abusive stalker and sexual assaulter who treated her and her best friend like shit, but apparently that was too much work for her.

I hope my answer was alright. Could you do me a favour and add to this (basically give your own answer to this question 😅)? I’d really love to hear your thoughts about this topic!

Have a nice day!

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

I should probably get started on this one hc ask.

But.

Y’know.

I need to actually watch the series to do that one so here is just a ship hc post. (Part one at least)

^ @zach-the-mukuro-stan

There were a few different people requesting things. So I’ll dedicate a post per person.

Don’t be afraid to request more ships if you want to see them. Because honestly, I enjoy this.

Zoeymau

A ship that’s canon in my rewrite because… women.

Zoey is one of the only people that can do anything with Aphmau’s hair. Which is a combo of Aphmau not letting anyone near her hair and also no one knowing what to do with it. since her hair is one of the curliest out of the main cast (third, after Aaron and Lucinda).

When Aphmau overworks herself, Zoey basically carries her home. Because tall elf lady won’t let her teeny Saint gf get too tired.

Zoey sometimes puts little barrier magicks on her to keep her safe on her travels.

Aphmau writes little poems and stories and leaves them in Zoey’s room. Usually they’re romantic and include a very detailed description of a woman being inlove with an insanely tall Ed lady.

Levin calls them ‘tall mama’ and ‘small mama’ growing up. Which they also jokingly refer to eachother as.

Their relationship takes a hit after the 15 years but eventually, as Aphmau comes to terms with what happened, they start building it back up.

Zoey is pretty chill with Aphmau seeing other people alongside her. Elven society isn’t heavy on monogamy, and also Aphmau’s too stupid to understand what monogamy is and Zoey knows that. So. Y’know. She’s fine with Aphmau having her romances with the boys.

Aphmau makes little bracelets out of grass and daisys for Zoey because she can have little phases of not being great with her words. So they’re her way of saying she loves her.

Im still working out their MyS version since there’s no canon MyS interactions between them… so. I might have to make a separate post for that.

Travlyn

Also canon.

MCD: Katelyn gets freaked out by him sometimes. Especially his demon form. Because he just does things that are gross and creepy.

MCD: Katelyn sometimes kills small creatures for him so that he doesn’t have to kill them himself.

MCD: She’s the one that monitors what he eats, but she sometimes sneaks him snacks that the others wouldn’t approve of. She’s the only one allowed to give him snacks, though.

MCD/MyS: Travis loves cuddling up with her. He adores it. It’s his favourite thing to do. Especially when she lets him lay between her legs, because he usually has to lay beside her. So laying between her legs is a little treat.

MCD/MyS: he also likes having his head between her legs. Just a personal thing.

MCD/MyS: She’s the only person he’s ever truly been inlove with.

MCD/MyS: He let her tattoo him once. It didn’t go well, because she had no experience. But he loves the little squiggle on his arm despite the very painful experience of getting it.

MCD: Katelyn loves his horns. She likes grabbing them especially. Because they feel cool.

MCD: She helped him learn how to shapeshift. He can’t do much, even with her help, but he can do more than he could before her assistance.

MCD: Travis never really spoke about his childhood and stuff. So when Katelyn found his mother’s diary in his bag, and all the entries he made in it as a kid, pretending to be her, she started being really soft on him. It just made her realise that he had been through so much.

MCD/MyS: Travis has a hard time opening up about his problems. And so does Katelyn. But Katelyn insists he tells her what’s wrong because she know it’ll make him feel better.

MyS: Katelyn used to have a crush on Travis Pre-Transition, and she had no clue he was the same person when she saw him again after he transitioned. And so her crush on him like left. And he only learnt that in FCU. And she still didn’t know it was him at that point. So he was like crying inside.

MCD/MyS: When Travis has long hair, Katelyn likes to play with it.

MCD/MyS: He has called her mommy before.

Garrance

Also canon. In MyS at least. Because it’s part of the Quad (Aaron, Aphmau, Laurence and Garroth)

MCD: Garroth always tries to duel with Laurence to ‘get better’. But honestly there’s just something he enjoys about Laurence winning against him. Hopefully he’s just messed up and it’s not a weird sex thing.

MCD: During the time where Garroth was in the Irene dimension and the others weren’t, Laurence (someone who isn’t at all religious) would pray for him back every night before he slept.

MyS: Laurence is Garroth’s queer awakening. Because hot ginger Emo dudes are so his type.

MCD: Laurence is Garroth’s queer awakening. Because hot ginger flirty dudes are so his type.

MCD/MyS: Garroth asked out Cadenza once because he was into Laurence but couldn’t accept that he was queer, and, well, despite not being related, they look pretty similar.

She said no.

MCD: Laurence was sort of happy Aaron was dead. Partially because he hated Aaron. Mostly because he got his boyfriend back.

MyS: Zianna jokingly referred to Laurence as Garroth’s boyfriend for ages before she eventually realised that Garroth was into him. And then she called Laurence his husband. To be extra teasing.

MCD: Laurence would listen to Garroth’s heartbeat a lot. He did this with Aphmau too. It just made him feel better, I guess.

MyS: Laurence does like listening to Garroth and Aphmau’s heartbeats. But mostly because he just likes having his head on their chests. Because everyone in the polycule has fat boobs. And Laurence likes boobs.

MyS: Occasionally Laurence will dye his hair back to ginger. Since he knows Garroth likes it. He has been considering buying a wig but he’s sort of evaluated that it probably wouldn’t last very long. Because. Like… Garroth really likes ginger hair. Fukkin weirdo

MyS: Laurence’s family adores Garroth. Like they absolutely love him. Garroth’s family isn’t all the same with Laurence. But his mother is. So that’s enough

MCD: Garroth really respects Laurence. Like, deeply. He could never imagine doing anything disrespectful to him. Much to Laurence’s own upset. Since, well, Laurence is very much interested in Garroth’s doing disrespectful things to him.

MyS: the previous HC doesn’t apply. Garroth very much enjoys doing disrespectful things to Laurence. Especially when he’s ginger.

there wouldn’t be so many sex references in this if they weren’t complete manwhores in my rewrite. Like, Laurence we knew of already. But Garroth got sluttified majorly.

And we love him for it.

We really went from, ‘aw sweet’ to ‘aw sweet- he wants to what?’ To just ‘ he wants to what?’ And we love that transition.

It definitely has nothing to do with all of my male characters being absolute whores. I’m sorry. It’s the only way I know how to write them.

[kirinposting]

Excuse me. Mine was alone with Daigo in Daigo’s room. And he gave his phone to one of his men.

Looks like he wanted a moment with Daigo without anyone bothering him unless it’s important. He probably sat there in silence looking at Daigo. And thinking. And suffering. And mourning. And doubting. And this is only in Y3, because RGGO cuts even deeper.

Mine, my dear. It’s amazing how you keep outgaying yourself lmao.

If RGG’s intention was to make Mine’s feelings for Daigo 100% platonic (without room for doubt) they could just use the ‘kyodai‘ angle. Have Mine say he thinks of Daigo as the brother he never had or something similar that makes their bond completely brotherly on both sides.

But they didn’t do that. Nope, they chose the romantic angle and continued to use romantic expressions to define the way Mine feels about Daigo. Here’s proof.

I don’t understand why some people complain about this. It’s love. It’s a lonely, sad man who wished to form a true bond with somebody falling in love with the one person that truly cared about him for who he is, accepted him, cherished him and looked out for him. And this person happened to be another man. Is it so weird to develop romantic feelings for someone in this situation? It sounds to me like one of the most human things ever.

It’s just Mine stating a fact. They don’t have sex. They don’t even kiss. Mine only told Kiryu about his feelings. Daigo doesn’t even seem to canonically reciprocate. And people still complain. No, it’s not pandering. No, it’s not the translators having an agenda. No, it’s not just headcanons of so called “fujoshi.“

Mine is complex, cool, strong, troubled, handsome, imperfect, smart and efficient, among other things. And he’s also gay. And he’s not a stereotype.

As many others have already said, people wouldn’t say shit if this was a relationship between a man and a woman. Kiryu says Yumi is the only woman he ever loved. Kaoru says Kiryu is the man she loves. Are people doubting, debating and dismissing their words and feelings like they do with Mine? I’ve never seen it.

tl;dr: The devs said Mine’s gay so he’s gay and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

// Okay, back to shitposting. Stan quality antagonists, stan Yoshitaka Mine.

[nineteenninety-six]

A Little Bit of Sunshine

↳ Hector x Reader

↳ Word Count: 3.09k

↳ Requested by @shadechu​

A/N: I have never written for Castlevania before but I really enjoyed writing this, it flowed so easily. Hector is probably OOC but who cares lol. 

Anyway, enjoy :D

Hector had moved to a small town after everything had gone down with Lenore. After she died he realised how much damage she caused him, the lasting marks of her abuse and manipulation still scarred his body and mind and he could no longer stay in a place where they had lived and she had died.

The fact that he managed to escape the bond she had on him and that he was able to deceive her was only able to sustain him for a short while before everything fell apart and Hector was no longer able to act as if everything was okay, so he left and started anew.

The new town was on the smaller side but not small to the point where he would stand out. He easily blended into bustling crowds in the town centre and the residents treated him like any other local. For the first time in a long time, he felt normal, as working for Dracula was an experience that words couldn't explain.

He had his own little cabin in the woods where he could be at peace and the distance to the town centre was far but long enough for him to enjoy the sights as he walked past. All in all, he liked this new path of his life, it was almost completely different than it used to be and he expected to miss it but he enjoyed the calmness and serenity of this new path of his life.

On his usual weekly trip to town, someone called out to him, trying to catch his attention. it was a young woman, probably the same age as him and she was calling for his attention, waving him over to her stall.

"Sir! Sir!"

Hector looked up in surprise and as soon as the woman realised she had his attention a bright smile overtook over her face before she eagerly began to wave him over, swinging her arms back and forth over her head, gathering the attention of the other people around them.

Hector quickly shuffled over to them not wanting her to cause an even bigger scene and pull more attention their way.

"You're new aren't you?" Was the first thing out of her mouth.

Hector flinched in shock at her words, not expecting them. No one else knew he was new and that put him on edge.

"Oh don't look so surprised, I just know everyone that comes here."

Hector raises a brow at her words, " ... That's weird. You do realise that right?"

The woman shrugs, "Maybe but it makes for good business. People are more likely to buy something if I remember them from just previously meeting."

Hector realises that he's standing in front of a stall filled with baked goods, "You're a baker?"

"Family business," She clarifies, “I mostly do the selling due to my - "

"Charm?" Hector cuts in with a sarcastic tone.

"Actually, I was going to say my good looks but yes charm too." The woman grins.

Hector couldn't help but bark out a laugh, the woman never missed a beat.

"I'm (Y/N) in case you wanted to know" (Y/N) informed him with a wink.

Hector had to twist his lips so that the smile that so desperately wanted to escape, couldn't.

"Hector" He introduced himself.

"Well Hector, what can I get you? " (Y/N) asked, gesturing to the spread of baked goods in front of her.

Oh, she was smart. Catching his attention, making him come over to his stall and

converse with her in front of everyone and now he could surely not been seen walking away with nothing after taking up her time. While he didn't really care about the local’s opinions about him, he didn't want to be outcasted more than he already was.

"I'll have a loaf and a sweet pie please"

(Y/N) shoots him a bright smile and packs up his items, then collects his money.

"Thank you, Hector. I hope to see you again soon"

"I'll see you again" Hector responded

As he began to walk back home, Hector thought back on how easily (Y/N) made him feel at ease, how he brought a smile to his face and drew laughter from and he got scared.

This is how Lenore got her claws in him, she manipulated and lied to him before tricking him into servitude and he never wanted something like that to ever happen again.

He decided for the health of his mind, he would keep his distance from (Y/N). He couldn't find it in himself to completely ghost her and ignore her so he'll keep cordial. He'll be friendly but he couldn't let himself become close to her.

.•° ✿ °•.

His plan worked well, every time he went up to town he stopped by her stall and bought what ended up being his usual order of a loaf and a sweet pie, engaged in small talk with (Y/N) before leaving and it worked well for weeks until he had a dream about Lenore one night.

A mere dream had knocked him off-kilter. He had awoken a mess and fell out of his bed in his confused and frantic attempt to escape his blankets. He only managed to crawl a few paces before collapsing on the cold floor, his remaining energy only enough to let him roll onto his back. Hector blinked lazily up at the ceiling as everything he had locked away came rushing back. He relived the moment when he fell for her, the moment he realised that she had tricked him, the moment when she realised he betrayed her and then when she had died by her own will.

Everything that had occurred over the last few years played in front of his eyes and he hated every part of it. He could never forgive himself for being so naive and trusting yet he missed those traits of his.

When he 'awoke' again, the sun was moving low, signifying sunset wasn't far away. He pulled himself up and washed his face at the basin before he left his cabin, his feet taking him into town. The town centre was still busy despite the late hour and so was she, the woman who he came to see.

Despite the other stall owners who had either left or were in the process of doing so, her stall was still set up with what remaining items she had left. She was sitting on a stall with a book on her lap in a different world and Hector felt bad about disturbing her but he needed her.

He didn't even have to call her name, as soon as he was a few feet away, she looked up at him with a smile and closed her book shut, though when she got a proper look at him, her smile faltered.

"Hector?" She made her way over to him, brow furrowed in concern, "Is everything okay?"

He must look like a mess. He certainly felt it on the inside and he had been in a trance since he woke up, not paying any attention to his looks.

"I... um, I -" Hector stumbled over his words, his tongue suddenly heavy.

"Why don't you take a seat" (Y/N) guided Hector to her stall and offered him some water from the pouch at her side.

Seeing that he was in no position to talk about what happened, (Y/N) changed the topic slightly, "I thought you were not coming today. I got so used to seeing you, it would be a shame if I did not see you."

"But do not fret, I set aside your usual order for you," She said as she showed him a little wrapped up basket.

Hector nodded, the change in conversation took the pressure off his shoulders and he felt more at ease to speak.

"What do you do with the ones you do not sell? "He asked

"Today these are going to the homeless. I usually alternate between them, the orphanage and poor families"

"That is kind of you. Nobody did anything like that when I was young"

"I think the world is horrible enough with the wars and death and it costs nothing to do a little good within your own community" (Y/N) then looked up at the sky and noticed the changing colours, “Do you want to come with me as I give these out?”

Desperate for more of a distraction, Hector agrees and he helps her clear up her stan before they set off to a different part of town, him carrying the basket of baked goods for the homeless.

“Do you have any family, Hector?” (Y/N) asked.

Hector shook his head, his grey hair swishing around his chin as he did so, “Just me”

“Hm, well if you want any annoying younger siblings, I’ll eagerly give you all of mine”

“Surely they’re not that bad-”

(Y/N) lets out a laugh, “One day I’ll take you to meet them. You’ll regret your words!”

As they walked around, handing the food to the less fortunate, Hector noticed the strange way (Y/N) behaved. Her head constantly twitched one way to the other, as if someone was calling for her attention but she stopped herself before fully turning around to see and her eyes were flickering about like seeing things that weren’t there.

“(Y/N)? Is everything okay?” Hector asked

(Y/N) froze when he spoke, looking at him with wide eyes, she twisted her head around to make sure no one was nearby before she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hidden alcove.

There was fear in her eyes as she gripped his hands tightly, “I am telling you this because I trust you but you cannot tell anyone or they will kill me.”

“(Y/N)...?”

(Y/N) casts one more precautionary look around her before speaking, “I can speak to animals”

Hector blinked in surprise, that was the last thing he expected.

“You...speak to animals?”

“Speak, understand, you know the whole thing”

“...The whole thing?” Hector repeated after her.

(Y/N)’s shoulder slumped in disappointment at his words, “You do not believe me. Of course, you don’t, I sound like a crazy woman.”

“No, no!” Hector was quick to reassure her, “I don’t think you’re crazy, of course not.”

(Y/N) gripped Hector’s hands tighter in relief and he suddenly realised that they had not stopped holding hands since she had dragged him. Her hands were soft but strong and steady and they fit perfectly in his, he never wanted to let go.

“I could do since I was a child and I told my parents but they thought I was a child with a large imagination so they ignored me,” (Y/N) began to elaborate on her talent, “And when I was ten there was a witch-burning in our old town, an older woman was accused of conjuring spirits and setting against the people of the village but in reality, she was just a sick old woman who needed help. After that, I knew I couldn’t let anyone know about you know what”

“Why did you tell me?” Hector asked.

“...I don’t know. There’s something about you, so understanding, empathetic, trustworthy. I know I can trust you.”

(Y/N) had revealed her deepest secret to him, made herself vulnerable yet he could not do the same to her, though the ability to communicate with animals was much different than being a forgemaster.

“You can trust me, I promise I will not tell anyone.”

(Y/N)’s shoulders relaxed and she gave him a brief smile, “Your belief in me means more than you know.”

“Now,” Hector lifted the basket up, “Should we finish what we started?”

It had progressively gotten darker, the sun only moments away from going down completely.

“Of course! We must finish before it gets too dark.” (Y/N) stepped out of the alcove and hurried down the street, dragging Hector behind her, still holding on to his hand.

-

It was dark by the time they began to walk home, Hector insisting on walking her home so that she wasn’t alone at night. She stopped in front of a little cabin, not unlike his, it also wasn’t that far away from his.

“You don’t live with your family?” Hector asked.

(Y/N) shook her head, “It is better for me this way. I love my family, truly but the chance of them finding out about me is something I can’t risk. I cannot truly say that they wouldn’t expose me… there are some things that are beyond even family ties.”

“Anyway,” (Y/N) spoke with a sigh, “It is late, I need to sleep. Thank you for today, Hector. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Hector waited until (Y/N) had reached her door and spoke again, “Can we...meet again soon?”

(Y/N) gave him a toothy smile, “Of course. In two days by the lake? I can bring a picnic for lunch.”

Hector nodded, “I’ll see you then.”

He waited until her door closed before he made his way home, his heart feeling happy. He had forgotten how he felt earlier that day and (Y/N) had completely turned his day around. He did feel guilt though, he went to for help, a distraction which she provided and then she revealed a deep secret of hers yet he couldn’t even tell her about his nor his past with Lenore or history with Dracula and being a forgemaster. The things he carried were heavy yet (Y/N) had already been so understanding and kink that he didn’t fear telling them to her, he knew she would understand.

In two days at the picnic, he would tell her.

.•° ✿ °•.

(Y/N) was already by the lake by the time he arrived, speaking out loud to someone he couldn’t see but when he heard the responding barks and yelps, he realised that she was talking to a dog. He hurried his pace to catch up to her, excited to see her communicate to animals in person.

“Is that a dog you’re speaking to?” He shouted as he jogged over to her.

(Y/N) spun around with a smile, “Yes! I’ll introduce you to him!”

She crouched down and took the dog into her arms before turning towards him after he finally reached her,

“Hector this is- Cezar”

“-Cezar”

Hector and (Y/N) spoke at the same time. Hector stared at the dog he had not seen since Carmilla had dragged him away after Dracula died and (Y/N) stared at Hector, surprised he knew the little mongrel dog.

Cezar eagerly barked at Hector, his tiny body wriggling in excitement as he tried to escape (Y/N)’s hold, so she let him down and watched as he raced over to Hector barking like mad and when Hector kneeled down, the door jumped into his arms and wiggled some more.

“...So I guess you know each other then?” (Y/N) asked.

“Cezar is my dog,” Hector explained, giving the small dog rubs and pats, “I got separated from him a while ago but how did you meet him?”

“We stumbled across each other last year and then we became close companions...but I’ve always been curious about something about him.”

“Is it that he looks like he should be dead?”

(Y/N) laughed, “Yes, Hector. Don’t get me wrong, I love the little dog but he looks a bit beyond his years.”

Hector put Cezar down and together they began walking towards the lake so they could set up their picnic.

He took a deep breath before he began to explain what he could do, “I’m a forgemaster.”

“Forgemaster? What’s that?”

Of course, she wouldn’t know what that was, her world was not the same as his.

“I can bring back animals and humans from the dead and call demons from hell.”

“Wow...that’s uh...wow”

“I’m sorry for dumping this on you, I know it’s quite heavy stuff.”

“I did not know that was possible”

“Many don’t. It’s beyond comprehension.”

“If I wasn’t looking at proof right now” (Y/N) pointed towards Cezar who was trotting ahead of them, “I wouldn’t believe it either.”

“Is that what caused you such distress the other day?” (Y/N) asked as they found a place to sit down.

“No, no, that was about Lenore.”

(Y/N) kept quiet allowing Hector to speak at his own pace.

“I was taken captive, stuck in a cell and Lenore gained my trust, pretending that she was someone that I could trust only to betray me and me her slave to her and her sisters. I was under their or more specifically her control for over a year until I managed to trick her and end the ‘bond’.”

“Where’s she now?”

“Dead. She was a vampire and decided it was her time to go.”

“Did you love her?” (Y/N) asked

“No, I don’t think I did. After I realised what she had done to me any feelings that I may have had disappeared, they were not formed authentically. I still feel incredibly stupid about the whole thing, I was foolish to believe someone who was involved in sisterhood with the person who captured me would genuinely care for me.”

“You were not foolish, you were human Hector '' (Y/N) comforted him, “You were vulnerable and she took advantage of that, you should not feel ashamed. You are strong that’s why you’re here with me right now and Lenore is no longer alive. You will never be proud of yourself if you keep on diminishing what you’ve achieved so far. You’ll never be happy and I want you to be happy”

Hector takes her hand in his, “I want to be happy.”

(Y/N) smiles at him, “You will be, I know you will.”

“I want to be happy with you”

“Oh-” (Y/N) smile changes into a softer one that tickles Hector’s heart, “I want to be happy with you too.”

“Imagine it,” Hector falls onto his back and tugs (Y/N) down with him, “You, me, Cezar in a cabin in the woods and all the animals you wish to speak to”

(Y/N) laughs, “You wouldn’t believe how chatting animals are, I’m fine with just being me you and Cezar for the moment.”

Cezar jumps up on Hector’s chest with a bark before settling down with a huff.

“Sounds like he agrees”

[knightpilled]

because come on. you cannot lie that a lot of white girls only like yuzuru cause he falls right into the category of very pretty east asian man who white teenage girls fawn over. it absolutely ist fetishization. i can tell this because 1. i've been in the fs community for YEARS. i can notice this stuff and 2. most of the white girls who started liking yuzuru a week ago are kpop stans. also 3. ive liked kpop since 2013 and have been part of the community on and off ever since. and yuzuru falls right into the category of a guy who could very well pass for a kpop member.

cause that's the thing, white people won't care for asians they can't fetishize. yuzuru is dainty and has a small build, he is light skinned, button nose, perfectly straight hair, all the things weird 15 year old koreaboos think is The standard for asian men.

this is not to discredit yuzuru as a skater: i think he is one of the most brilliant skaters of ALL TIME, the guy is genuinely a genius. and i don't think all his popularity comes only from his looks! ofc lots of ppl appreciate him for his skill! but you cannot deny that part of yuzurus fanbase, most especially younger ones, are only there for his looks.

if yuzuru had still the same athletic skill, same personality, same everything, but was darker skinned, had a wider nose, wasn't as slim, didn't have perfectly straight hair (all things nathan chen does have), he wouldn't be as popular among 15 year old twitter stans.

and again, this is NOT and NEVER WAS a critique on yuzuru. he is AMAZING, as a skater and as an individual. this is a critique on how these ppl will only care for asian people when they are attractive to them. if you can't fetishize them, they won't care for them at best, and despise them at worst.

it is absolutely disgusting. they wont remember about yuzuru's (or nathan's, or anyone in that fucking olympics for the matter) name next week, and they'll only do so when 2026 comes again, if they ever do. because they don't care for the sport, they barely understand how it works (and that's not to discredit newbies, it is a hard sport to get your head around, but these people have barely an ounce of interest in having further knowledge on this shit), they're only here so they can add another asian man to their stan list.

this isn't even only an issue with asian men as a lot of kpop stans also despise a girl from the kpop group kep1er for being "ugly", when her crime was not fitting with the expectation of how an asian woman should look. (i'm not even saying this because i like her or kep1er, on the contrary, i actively dislike the group but not because i think they're ugly or some shit like this).

either way. this is all to say most yuzuru stans on twitter are all white teenaged girls who are either weeaboos or koreaboos and that influences how they see any asian men they deem attractive. and that we should listen more to people who actually give a shit abt yuzuru for his skill instead of ppl who r only here for his looks.