#Its not a good or respectable need. But its one I have

[thebestpartofwakingup]

Not to mention how rude, inconsiderate, dishonest, disrespectful, and potentially harmful (to both you and others) to navigate the world and your life and public spaces — presenting as a competent adult (yes I am aware that visibly disabled adults are often not treated in the same manner) without respecting the responsibility of agency that being an adult carries.

Yes, there are plenty of 20 somethings who do look like teenagers and may be treated as such, in public, by older adults. It happens, it’s sometimes awkward, but it is not a universal script for how you — an adult who knows they are an adult, should present themselves and expect to be treated by others in return.

People make mistakes! Its ok to ask for help, or take up a bit more time or space than is situationally ideal (say, fumbling with your wallet at the cashier) these are not like “you are bad and evil and stupid” everyone has fluctuations in like, overall competence and awareness, everyone gets caught off guard.

I live in a large city, there are lots of places and people I visit regularly, people I see around my usual spots often, people who see me around commonly, and also lots of people I may never see again in the mix.

Ive given my bus seat up to other people before, let families go ahead of me for the bathroom, ive dealt with men making unwanted comments towards me — on a whole range of ‘ew what a creep’ and ‘he means well’ — and had homeless people sit down at my table at various libraries, cafes, malls, etc.

Uncomfortable, inconvenient things happen all the time! Things happen all the time that require, and easily allow, us to provide grace and help to strangers (especially to parents/kids and the homeless, since they are often/commonly the people most visibly in need of grace and extra patience than we would maybe expect or require from strangers ourselves)

Now I’m leftist/progressive (never been one for like, grand political strategy, so more specific labels aren’t really my thing) and so are the majority of my friends, or some other related political identity. People who value inclusion and diversity and accommodating and accepting other people.

And I cannot count the number of times a planned social outing has spiraled out of control because someone in attendance did not communicate with anyone else, prior to the event, that this activity is well outside their comfort zone and may become too much for them, or that they’ll require additional supervision, or do not have *transportation/ a plan for getting home*

And this has even extended to social gatherings planned AROUND supporting someone else’s communicated needs. “My grandma died and I don’t want to be alone right now” “my partner dumped me and I wanna go out and feel good about myself” “work has been killing me lately and I really need a relaxing night with my best friends” etc.

It’s ok, good even, to push yourself outside your comfort zone! But it’s unbelievably rude to do so in a way where your plan for doing so directly interrupts or diminishes the needs and experiences of the people around you because you did not communicate your needs.

I think mostly what young fandom types (and I guess younger people in general) who are very very invested in the idea that “20 is still basically a minor” need to understand is that the feeling of “I’m just a child pretending to be an adult, and everyone else around me is a REAL adult” is DEEPLY universal (and won’t stop, ever, by the way, sorry!) and also is not, like, praxis.

Believe me, I get it, but the self-infantilization needs to stop, especially when you’re trying to engage in conversations about actual children and the harms they can face. Yes, it is scary to wake up and realize you’re 22 and you still feel like you’re 15, but it happens to all of us. You’re an adult. You have to deal with it.

[ohtobeleah]

Hi,girlll!!

I can’t seem to find anything for Jack Abbot that is like the reader getting jealous of him interacting with Samira (bc we all saw that) and she gets angst and they end up admitting feeling for each other, so of course I’m running to you <3

This is like nothing to go off of, so I’m not asking for a fic unless you really want to, but do you have any recommendations that you know of that are maybe similar to this??

with love!

To me it’s giving chameleon!reader. You hear about it as word travels of some…not so standard of care procedures. It drives you insane because you shouldn’t be feeling this way…not when you were the one that left. It was for your own sanity, safety and self respect.

But non of that stuff seamed to matter as Jack approached his car in the parking garage. The one you stood leaning against with a fed up expression smeared across your face.

“Look, I’m sorry about that hair—it looks good, really—“ Jack started on one of his tangents, the ones he gets on when he’s nervous. “I just didn’t recognise you and that’s why it—“

“If you’re going to flirt with someone, can you make sure it’s, at the very least, with the woman you’re legally married to?” You cut Jack off. Anger was present in every word that came out of your mouth.

He doesn’t immediately respond. Jack lets your question hang heavy around the both of you as the night encapsulates you both.

“I thought you didn’t like me?” Jack questions with a frown. “You know, you can’t call dibs on someone you tossed away like some stale bread.”

“That’s not what any of this is and you know that,” You sighed heavily, love prominent in your heart for a man who constantly broke yours. “And..I don’t hate you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Jack smirks. He’ll take what he can get as he comes to lean against his car beside you.

“For what’s its worth, yes, I did push some boundaries I maybe shouldn’t have in there.” Jack admits.

It burns your chest.

“But I only did it because she had it, she needed to know she was in charge of that situation like a pro.”

“You could have done that without looking at her like you were about to stick your tongue down her throat.” It was the eye roll that gave you away more than anything else.

Ah…You were jealous.

“You know what?” Jack knows he could push your buttons right now. He knows he could run with this and use it to keep you from falling out of love with him…But he doesn’t. “You’re right.”

“Sorry?” You nearly choke on your own saliva. “What!?”

“I could have done that better, I’m sorry, you’re right.”

“Why are you patronising me?”

“I’m not! No! No—you’re right, I should be flirting with my wife.”

Oh…oh fuck what have you done.

“No, god—Jack no, that’s not what I meant, all I said was that you can’t be flirting with residents while you’re wearing a wedding band and on the brink of—“

“Don’t say it,” Jack cuts you off with a plea. “Please, don’t say it.” It’s like he’s begging you not to say it out loud. If he heard you say it…then it was real. It was something he couldn’t ignore.

“I can’t hear about you doing things like that,” You admit softly, all the while keeping your eyes set of into the distance. “I can’t will myself to love you any less than everything, so when I hear about the way you act, the flirting, the banter, the affection I never knew you knew how to give, it all takes a-bit of me.”

Jack doesn’t speak. He listens and he processes and he lets you soak in the quiet. Until he responds.

“Why did you dye your hair?” He asks, looking at you with envy at whatever was lucky enough to have your attention. Your eyes were still off in the distance.

“To get your attention.”

[brights-place]

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟏‼ ♡ ؛ ଓ Read The full book on my wattpad

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ❝ 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 ❞ ‎♡ ؛ ଓ

[Name]

"So I'm Dracula's daughter, [Name]"

"Killer Style! I love to splash my black outfits with some cheery pink, and I even carry a frilly umbrella so I can take an occasional walk in the sun!"

Grim 'The Great' "I'm gonna let you be my minion lucky you!"

"MYAH! STOP IT STOP PETTING ME MINION- Oh that feels nice... MINION BRUSH ME! Can I also have some tuna..? Please... I MEAN GIVE IT"

"AWWWW GRIMMM! You're gonna look Fangtastic! with this cute bow!"

A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ❝ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥 ❞ ‎♡ ؛ ଓ

Riddle Rosehearts "If you refuse to obey the queens rules, you understand what will happen right?"

"NOW! Like I said you have to- why are you not following me inside?"

"Old Vampire rule we have to he invited inside"

"Oh my deep apologise... come inside I'll give you some tea"

Housewarden of Heartslabyul. A serious-minded student who firmly upholds the rules written by the Queen of Hearts. While a top student, he is easily angered and just as strict with others as he is with himself.

Trey Clover "Just the one I wanted to see! Would you help me paint the roses red?"

"Here [Name] I made these pink desserts for you to try out" - Trey

"Omg! These are Scarily good Trey!"

"You should come by more to have the desserts or just to watch me bake. I wouldn't mind"

Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul. Mild-mannered, he acts as a parental figure for the dorm's students, and is frequently left to smooth things over when Riddle's strictness gets out of hand.

Cater Diamond "Play Croquet with me"

"Your cute Batsy~! Hey maybe if you want we can go out together it would look so good for my magi-cam! Plus they'd get to see the new chick!"

"YOUR SO RIGHT CATER! We should totes Fang-out soon maybe go shopping!"

Casual and carefree, this expert room-reader is often called on to mediate between others. He's always on top of the latest trends, and has an exhaustive familiarity with social media in all its forms.

Deuce Spade "Hurry up. We'll lose our heads if were late to the tea party" "I'm a vegan, no icky blood for me, so it's fruits, vegetables and a lot of iron supplements."

"but your a vampire... I'll take note of that for when we go out again!"

An earnest young man who enrolled at Night Raven College with the singular aim of becoming a respectable mage. He tries as hard as he can in his schoolwork, but he can be slow on the uptake, and his grades suffer as a result.

Ace Trappola "Stop Spacing out. You wanna get lost in a rose maze?"

"YOUR A VAMPIRE?! LIKE THE ONE THAT SUCKS BLOOD THE TYPES THAT KILL HUMANS?!"

"Well I don't do the whole blood stuff-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT?!"

A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and Deuce are both Heartslabyul freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ❝ 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 ❞ ‎♡ ؛ ଓ

Leona Kingscholar "Honestly, most of your life's decided for you from the moment you're born. There's no point in workin hard"

"Are you seriously doing my hair while Im trying to sleep right now?"

"Of course you have to look your absolute best! Plus these beads needed to be re-braided into your hair!"

"Ugh... wake me up when your done so we can go on a stroll"

Housewarden of Savanaclaw. Perpetually effort-averse, his immense magical ability contrasts with his lazy demeanor. Given his position as the secondborn prince in his homeland, he treats others with an imperious attitude.

Ruggie Bucchi "You're pretty brave, Stepping foot into our territory shyeheehee"

"Ya know shishishi you should fork over some of the food you have~ Since you cant eat meat and all dont want you to pass out or anything"

"Of corpse! Here have some of my vegetables too"

A long-suffering runt who spends most of his time cleaning up Leona's messes, both literally and figuratively. Raised in a poor environment, he gets downright shameless when it comes to food.

Jack Howl "If you're scared tuck your tail and get outta here. I'm more then enough for them on my own"

"OH MY GHOUL! Are you a werewolf?! Thats soooo good! I have lots of werewolf friends so Its nice to be around someone familiar well monster wise"

"I'm a beastman-"

[ Cue you grinning and showing your fangs ]

"Yup werewolf sure lets go with that"

A stern student focused on self-betterment. He's the kind of misfit who hates acting buddy-buddy with others, but still respects the pecking order.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ❝ 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 ❞ ‎♡ ؛ ଓ

Azul Ashengrotto "Come this way. We musn't lurk in doorways. It's rude"

"Angel Fish~ dont fret this necklace is  just a gift as a thank you for your help from last week! Nothing more nothing less..."

"Aww thank you~! Your so sweet Zul!"

"Of course.. for you I'll he glad to help for a price..."

Housewarden of Octavinelle. He runs a café on campus and makes it a point to gather information in all forms. His benevolent demeanor belies an extremely calculating personality.

Jade Leech "If you have a problem we can help you"

"Hmm.."

"What are you thinking?"

"You cant go into the sun right?"

"Nope! Not unless with my parasol and my lots of layers of sunscreen!"

"would you enjoy to swim with me tonight. It would suite well for you wouldnt it?"

"Uhm... Yeah"

Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle and twin brother to Floyd. He is soft-spoken and courteous to everyone he deals with.

Floyd Leech "C'mere. I'll give you a nice, tight squeeze"

"Vampire Squid~ why are you under the tree?"

"I left my parasol in the library by accident... and it was cloudy before but now Im here having to wait for abit and I'm already late for my next class"

"Hmm kay~ up we go"

"What-"

"Lets go Vampy we have to get you your parasol you can become a little bat right? I can hide you in my blazer wheheh"

"Thats- acutally not a bad Idea"

Twin brother to Jade. His mood swings make it hard to predict what he'll say or do next. He likes to call others by odd pet names.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ❝ 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚 ❞ ‎♡ ؛ ଓ

Kalim Al-Asim "You'll liven things up. I'd know; I'm an excellent judge of character!"

"BRING ON THE FEAST!"

"Kalim- I- I cant eat this..."

"Oh? Oh! No no! Dont worry this is traditional Scarabian food!"

"Wait what..."

"Do not worry we separated the meat from your meal! I had Jamil make you food that suites you so you don't pass out. You don't like meat and blood right? Oh and we also used the curtains to not get the sun in here cause Jamil said you got burnt! We don't want that"

"Your the best"

Housewarden of Scarabia. Born into vast wealth, he is a generous boy who always has a smile on his face. He's grown up with Jamil since a young age, and considers him a brother in all but blood.

Jamil Viper "Could you be a diamond in the rough?"

"Here. Since Kalims been acting off I'll make sure you'll get the care you need. Im here for you"

"Thanks Jamil- Oh my ghoul! You have fangs and a little snake tongue!"

"Huh- oh yes ahem its not anything weird though"

"Woah so you do fit your last name! Viper thats so Vamptastic!"

"You are squishing my face alot [Name]"

Vice Housewarden of Scarabia. Born into a family that has served Kalim's family for generations, he has spent the better part of his childhood and later life being subjected to Kalim's carefree whims.

⁀➴༯ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 / 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 Love Bites — MASTERLIST

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[theunsinkableship1]

Well, this is awkward! #choices

⚠️Disclaimer: This is a Lukola space. Skip if you don’t believe.

Your girl is lovely, Luke.

If you know, you know. It's a quiet, loaded line from The Way We Were, a film about deep love, impossible timing, and the ache of what might’ve been. And I can’t think of a more fitting way to begin this than with that.

That film taught us something crucial: that timing, background, and the weight of real life can undo even the deepest of loves. I have a video on YouTube titled Lukola the way they are if you want to know more about that.

Luke has finally gone public with his girlfriend, IG official. There’s kissing, smiling, and he finally looks comfortable, good for him. And Nicola, gracious as always, shared the link.

But if you’re wondering where I stand, I’m still here.

This is my first and only ship, and likely the last. I’ve witnessed many forms of love, real ones: friends, couples, partners, family. I’ve seen weddings that moved me to tears, relationships that inspired me. But I’ve never felt what I’ve felt while watching Nicola and Luke together. I don’t say this lightly: it feels different. It struck something in me I didn’t know needed to be struck. I don’t ship casually. I don’t follow celebrities like this. Yet, somehow, Lukola found a place deep in my heart.

I fell for Polin first because like many of us, I adore the friends-to-lovers trope. I loved Nicola first, from Derry Girls. I followed only her for a long time. Season 2 made me notice Luke in a new way. The chemistry they shared on-screen and off-screen was electric and easy. Then, I fell for Lukola harder. I didn’t ship them immediately because Luke was in a committed, real relationship, and I respected that. But once that ended, and the bts glances, the interactions, and later press and promo moments unfolded, something shifted for me. The affection, the depth, the timing, the way they looked at each other, how safe they seemed in each other’s orbit… I couldn’t look away.

Then came Australia, Italy, Brazil, USA, Canada, Ireland and London. Then the pap walk. Then the mixed messages, the brouhaha, the subtext, the distance and the silence. And now this an official relationship announcement on social media?

I know what I saw and heard during the Bridgerton press tour, especially when no one was supposed to be watching. I believe in what was there, even if it didn’t or couldn’t last. Maybe they’re just friends now. Maybe they’re trying to move on. Maybe they’re navigating a complicated emotional path in public, in private, under pressures we can’t begin to understand. Maybe there are differences, lifestyle, background, family that complicate things. Who knows what is going on? But what I felt, what I saw, what echoed between the moments… I still believe it was real.

This fandom isn’t about delusion for me. It’s about resonance. About recognizing a bond that mirrors something we long for connection, tenderness, safety, joy, love in its most unforced, radiant form. For me, Lukola isn’t just a ship. It’s a reminder that love can be subtle, quiet, messy, conflicted, beautiful, and completely transformative.

So yes, things look different now. And yes, this might be the end of something. But if it is, I’m not ashamed to say I cared deeply. That I saw love. And that I still do.

If they’ve let go, I hope it was gentle. If they haven’t, I hope they find a way through. And if they are truly happier apart, I wish them peace and light in every path they choose.

I believe Nicola and Luke have or had romantic feelings for each other. Of that, I am sure. I also believe that, at some point, in some form, they were together. Maybe it wasn’t conventional. Maybe it wasn’t long. But it was something. And love, real love rarely fits neatly into boxes. Life is complicated. Love is even more so.

It comes down to choices and timing. They are both adults. They know themselves. They know each other. They know what’s best for them right now. And maybe, just maybe, they are making the right choices, even if those choices don’t include each other. We’ve all made decisions we later questioned. Maybe they will too. Or maybe they won’t. Love doesn’t always work. Sometimes it burns out. Sometimes it’s not enough.

But if everything had truly been neat, if there had been nothing between them, then surely things would have cleared up long ago. The secrecy, the strange choreography of public appearances and private distance, the silence, it speaks volumes. As I’ve said before: this is the story they want us to believe now. That’s their truth. And that’s okay.

I’m not leaving this ship. Nobody’s married. Break up and divorce exist for a reason, I’m not wishing that on them, statistically speaking it happens. I won’t be shipping as actively anymore. I won’t analyze photos, videos or read into every action. I won’t engage in theories or dissect every glance. But know this: this ship isn’t dead. It’s not because I don’t believe in Lukola. I’ll keep an eye on them. I wish them both love, peace, and the strength to walk whatever paths they choose with or without each other. They’ve offered us grandiose moments of love and we are thankful, and if there’s nothing left, we will always have the world tour. Lukolaship is a submarine. It may disappear from sight, it may dwell in silence, but it’s never sunk. It’s still here, deep beneath the surface, but one day, it might resurface. Maybe in a year. Maybe in five. Maybe never. But if it does, I’ll be here.

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

THIS

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Much more often, they are told step-by-step what to do, and they succeed because they obey--respecting the wisdom of others.

I feel like ultimately fairytales want to tell you how important it is to KNOW wenn to follow the rules and wenn to disobey

-> Bluebeard!

-> forgott the name but basically a girl safes her godmother by disobeying her. Which her godmother counted on XD

I once read that a lot of the "you gotta obey the rules" fairytales are more modern ... to teach kids to be good little citizens

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I get that, but instead of recognising that what we need is more variety, more diversity in stories and female characters. Instead of realising that any trope can be good or bad depending on its usage. It seems like society just flipped the switch to only girlbosses, nothing else.

Louder for the ones in the back!

The key here is DIVERSITY in story telling

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*Do not come for me with the bad take that "'Actually disabled people can save themselves!" Some can, some are entirely dependant on others for aid. Neither of those is wrong. And sometimes, even if you can save yourself, you just would like to not have to be the strong one for five minutes. To just have the fantasy of someone else doing the fighting for you. For being valued enough to matter. Because you're tired and you need a fricking break.

That's why I really love sleeping beauty, snowhite, 7 swans (she safes her brothers but her brothers have to safe her), the rose Bey, the husband of the night, Love and trickery ...

I am all for a women safing herself, but I am also all for someone else coming and safing her

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There are plenty of fairy tales in which the female lead has an active role, but all these stories are the heroine saving others.

They are, aren't they ...

The only one I can think of, where she safes herself is cinderella -> the version without the fairy (the version wih the fairy is french, the one without isn't)

And of course the basilicon girl ... but she didn't need much saving XD

Those "modern fairy tales where the princess saves herself" types of books not only misrepresent the gender roles in fairy tales (there are tons of stories where girls get to save the day), but they fundamentally misunderstand the entire genre.

Fairy tales aren't about saving yourself.

These aren't epic myths or heroic legends about the great warriors who slay every monster in their path because they're so awesome. Fairy tales are almost always about ordinary, even incompetent, people who get thrown into strange situations where they only succeed because of the help of others.

It's not a gendered thing. The boy who goes off to seek his fortune is usually the dim-witted third son whose older brothers are the strong, smart ones. The third son succeeds because he is kind to the magical helpers who then complete the tasks for him--and the exact same thing happens when a girl is the main character.

The characters in a fairy tale rarely succeed because they embrace their own strength and take their own path. Much more often, they are told step-by-step what to do, and they succeed because they obey--respecting the wisdom of others.

The core virtue of a fairy tale is not pride, but humility. It's not a story about the strong, but those who are weak, small, helpless. The people who can't do it all on their own, but can recognize the worth and wisdom of others.

Turning this story into a "girl power" (or even a "boy power") story warps it into something that is fundamentally the opposite of a fairy tale, and it has nothing to do with the gender of the main character.

[softsunnyy]

WAIT WAIT BC I HAVE A REQUEST and i think its a good one too

so yk how there's that Halsey song (bad at love??) when it says

Got a boy back home in Michigan And he tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him

u could write one where reader isn't with Jack anymore and is fucking someone else (could literally be anyone tbh) but she keeps thinking abt how jack does it better, and comparing the two 🥺🥺

so… you should know about the thousand Jack edits i've downloaded with that song. My gosh.

🚨 emotional and physical cheating, you never really loved the poor guy, Jack is a bit of a stalker; mentions of sex with your ex. 🚨

this feels a bit like a part one

you moaned against his ear, feeling his cock slide in and out of you at a slow, patient, and gentle pace. You can feel his love, his devotion, his need to please you…

and those are some of the many things that makes him so... different.

you closed your eyes, trying not to see his face, because you knew it would turn you off, that when you opened them you'd find brown eyes, straight, light hair, skin that was too soft, and a sparkle in his eyes that was too innocent for you. And you knew it would eat you up with guilt, that it'd feel bad, so you preferred not to see it, to let yourself be guided by the sensations and imagining…

imagining other hands touching you.

because nothing had been the same since Jack and you broke up, since you parted ways, vowing to maintain respect, contact, and a good relationship. It makes it worse knowing that you broke up not because you fell out of love with each other, or because something felt wrong, but because his future is bright, and you didn't want to interfere when his life was just starting. I mean, how could you do that to him?

and so much time has passed, you've tried to rebuild your life, meet new people, change your appearance and the people you choose to have sex with. That's how you ended up with Matt, a guy who doesn't even like hockey to begin with. He´s... short, less muscular, and has friends who look at you like you're their next meal. He's not your type, you're not even sure you like him, but you'd already gotten yourself into it too much, and it was the only thing that kept your mind off things at times.

the problem is, his magic started to wear off this summer, when you took him to Michigan to meet your family, not knowing he'd be there before the regular season ended, in a sling, since he'd apparently injured his shoulder. When you saw him, your breath caught in your throat; it's like you'd gone back to your late teens, letting go of the love of your life. And your memories came flooding back, as did the feelings you thought you'd buried deep in your heart.

now looking at Matt feels like a reminder, like a constant call to wake up and realize what you're doing with your life. And you try to ignore it, to not feel this way, but when Matt slides his cock into your walls, you realize it's not working.

and you remember those big, not-so-soft hands that traveled over your body and touched you possessively, leaving bruises on your sides, and touching your tits like a toy. His cock, hammering inside you, bruising your cervix, expanding your walls, while your hands scratched his back.

you remember his head between your legs, and how his eyes were tattooed on your soul, consuming you. And his lips, his chest, his arms, his thighs.

your mind goes back to Jack, and you moan, you whimper; Your body reacts like he´s there with you, and it's when you cum that your mind betrays you, your mouth works before your conscience, and then you say his name.

Matt stops moving, perplexed, confused, offended. You don't realize it yet, but when you open your eyes and see him, you understand.

his name is Matt, not Jack.

and of course, the fun was soon over, and he had questions, valid and charged with emotion.

you´re not proud to say you lied, that you looked him in the eye and, barely able to breathe, told him "Jack" doesn't exist, that you'd made a mistake, that your mind was confused by the pleasure you were feeling. And to continue your lie, you offered him to look at your phone, to check your messages, whatever would make him feel confident that there was no Jack in your life. You´re not proud to say you breathed again when his expression relaxed, when his eyes softened and his hand touched yours once more.

and you had to pretend, letting the weeks pass, and wishing Jack had left Michigan. Sadly, your thoughts won't leave you alone, and you can't concentrate anymore, not even during sex, so you have to fake it, clenching your walls around Matt´s cock to make it look like you've come; moaning in a more pornographic way; doing it in positions where he couldn't see your face properly.

by the third week, you decide to go out, go to a bar, and try to enjoy yourselves. He knows you'd normally like the idea, and continuing to reject him would only raise suspicions again. So you get ready, put on some nice clothes, and try to remember what security feels like when you go out.

when you arrive, the place is packed, and you see many familiar faces, who greet you, hug you, and some look at you curiously, asking you about the new guy, while you just pray they don't ask about him.

the hours begin to pass, Matt has a couple of drinks under his belt, and you're still on your first drink, feeling your blood run cold. There's a pair of eyes following you, you know it, and you can't even pretend to laugh at the things Matt says to you anymore.

you know who's watching you.

because even though you haven't turned around, you know Jack is behind you, probably a couple of tables away, watching as Matt gets a little more touchy, with his hands on your waist every so often, leaving little kisses on your shoulder, and saying stupid comments that you no longer find funny.

and you know, you know he's upset, that he doesn't like what he sees, but he doesn't come closer, doesn't intervene, and the longer this passes, the more tense he makes you feel. You don't know what he wants, and you try to get away from Matt, to reclaim your space, your sanity, and your courage, but it doesn't work, and you feel heat in your curves, in your ass, in your legs, because you know he's looking at you, analyzing what has become of you.

and you wonder if he likes it, if you look pretty to him, if he still feels fucking hot when he sees your thighs.

Matt's hands return to you, and you want to throw up, you feel guilty, dirty, like you've betrayed him, letting someone else try to take you over. You feel paranoid, and you don't have the strength to look at him.

and Jack? he wants to laugh, to scream, to push you away from that guy and hit his face for thinking he can touch you. He doesn't even feel betrayed; rather, he's... almost amused.

he's just so... different, and he knows you don't like Matt. God, he even wants to correct the guy, tell him to be rougher, to put his hands in the right places, to make sure he has your attention.

does he even know what he's doing? because it seems like he doesn't know you. Not like he does.

so he watches, like you were his prey, analyzing every move so he can choose the perfect moment to attack and devour you. He's more patient than ever, enduring the tension in his body, the sweat, the heavy breathing, and the strength in his body that makes him want to get up and walk over to you.

then Matt kisses you, and it's like time stops. You try to kiss him back, but you close your eyes and all you can see is him, putting one hand on your neck so you can't pull away, while the other caresses your hip, slowly moving up to reach under your tits. It's what Jack would do, and you try to focus on that, but it's impossible. It's not him.

so you pull away, abruptly, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom, trying to make your way through the sea of ​​people, feeling cold sweats, your hands trembling, your lips burning, and you struggling to breathe. When you see the bathroom door, you try to walk faster, but a hand grabs your waist, pulling you back, causing your body to crash into the wall.

in front of you, you see him, the man of your dreams, nightmares, and deepest desires, looking at you with a cocky smile, like in these few hours he's learned everything he needed to.

your mind clouds, and you try to get closer to him unconsciously, almost instinctively, which makes his smile grow bigger.

"what are you doing?" you hear him say, and you want to cry, jump into his arms, and kiss him. You've missed him so much, and having him in front of you has brought back all your feelings, all your memories. You can't even answer what he asked because you haven't processed his words. You feel dazed, overwhelmed, and your mouth opens and closes, but you don't say anything.

he raises an eyebrow, amused, and with his good hand, he caresses your waist, as if nothing has changed, as if he hadn't acted on impulse after spending hours restraining himself from doing this.

"i asked you something. What are you doing?" he said it again, looking you up and down, taking his time, enjoying your reaction.

“what do you mean?” you asked, stunned, not knowing where to put your hands, and trying to tear your gaze away from his eyes.

“you’re letting him touch you in a way you don’t like,” he commented, like admitting he’d been watching you wasn’t important, and that slowly brought your awareness back to you.

“how do you know it’s not what i like? time has passed,” you responded defensively, trying to create some distance, though the wall made it difficult.

damn, you hadn’t seen Jack in so long, and this is the first thing he says to you?

“you never liked being touched like that.” his hand remained firm, making it impossible for you to move too far away, applying just the right amount of pressure.

and it frustrates you to know that he remembers, that he knows where to touch, in what tone to speak, what to say, and how to look at you. It’s like you’re an open book to him, because he took all the time in the world to get to know you, to learn so much about you that nothing would take him by surprise, so that you’d never have a complaint, so that he could make you happy.

“people change, Jack.” His name fell from your lips smoothly, and you saw how he hesitated for a moment, like that had been his weakness. However, soon the smile returned to his lips.

“yeah... but i doubt you’ve forgotten what you really like” his hand moved up slowly, passing over your tits, down your chest, to your neck, applying pressure near your jaw, making you look at him, unable to lower your head. “Tell me, did you miss me?”

Jack doesn’t even know what he’s doing. It wasn’t his plan. It’s not what he’s thought for weeks since he saw you when you arrived in Michigan.

it wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but now he can’t pull away. Not when his breath hits yours, and you’re so close that your eyelashes will soon brush his skin. Not when he’s drunk on your perfume again. Not when your eyes look at him in that same way they always do.

like you’re silently begging him to fuck you right there.

and his question distracts you, and you wanna lie, tell him no, but the hesitation in your voice is enough to give him the real answer, which makes him feel confident, smug, like he just won.

“well, i did miss you… and i never thought that when i saw you again it would be with… him.” The last part was said with a disgust you couldn't ignore.

and deep down… your chest felt warm knowing he doesn't like this.

“Jack…”

“are you satisfied?”

three words, three that took your breath away once again, because you know he's referring to everything. He's not just asking you about sex. His eyes don't lie. And you wanna lie, for him and for you, but you can't, you can't form a false sentence in your mind.

so you stay silent for a couple of minutes, not even hearing the music, the conversations, the people. Under his gaze, you feel small, and like it was just the two of you, like old times.

your silence might be answer enough, but he wants to hear you say it, wants to know that you wanna join your lips with his, that you too want to sneak into the bathroom behind your back and remember who you belong to.

“he's not you, Jack,” you whispered, ashamed, guilty. And he took it as a green light, attaching his mouth to yours like a magnet, like it was the sign he'd been waiting for.

and that night, when you find yourself back at home, without Matt, with Jack, and with no regrets… you know your life is about to turn upside down once again.

but you don't regret it. Not when you feel his hands on your body again, and his cock being welcomed home, forcing its way into your soaked, tight pussy.

and you're sensitive, you cry, you whimper. You feel him everywhere, and you know the night is just beginning now.

he makes you feel alive, like you're a teenager again, and you wouldn't change that for anything.

all that's left is to apologize to Matt, if Jack doesn't do something about it first.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Hold On- Pt 1/2

Kelly Severide x Reader

When Kelly hears about a threat at med he doesn't think he's gonna end up facing losing even more than the love of his life

Warnings: Gun violence, death of a child, shooting of a pregnant female

“Kelly!” you all but giggled his name out, he had you down on the bed and was teasing every spot he knew would pull a reaction out of you with his lips and tongue. He’d worked his way down your neck and was now kissing across your collarbone. “What baby? You really want me to stop?” he teased, blue eyes moving up to meet yours. You felt your face warm under the intensity of his gaze. God you loved this man. “Not really, I mean I’d much rather keep you in bed then send you off to walk into fires”

He smiled and pressed a kiss onto your chest “Love, you know I’m going to always find my way back to you if there is any way possible” you ran your nails through his short hair, teasing the grey locks and smiling when he nuzzled further into your touch “I know Kel, doesn’t help me feelings any about the love of my life being in danger every damn time he goes to work” 

“Well you know if something does happen and they can get me to Gaffney, Rhodes will do everything in his power to bring me back to you” he teased and you shoved playfully at his head “Do not use Connor to tease me!”  He laughed and moved up the bed, turning to lay on his back and pulled you towards him so you didn’t have a choice but to straddle his waist.

You crossed your arms and he grinned, gently unfolding them and taking your left hand in both of his. He ran a finger over your engagement ring “I promise you. I will dig my way out of hell itself if need be to be able to become your husband” you shook your head “I wish you wouldn’t take how dangerous your job is so lightly Kelly. I love you, I respect your job but you need to respect that it is a little nerve wracking” he nodded, “I know baby. That’s why I call you so much during the day, just to calm your nerves. I love you”

You leaned down to press your lips against his “I love you too Kelly” he grinned against your lips “We have enough time” you laughed and braced your hands against his chest, enjoying how the smooth muscles moved under your palms “Then don’t waste the damn time” he pulled you down to him and flipped both of you over “Yes ma’am”

You stared at the little plastic test in front of you. The two pink lines felt like they were staring back. You were pregnant, at least a few weeks from how damn dark those lines were. This wasn’t a faint positive by any means.

You took a deep breath, a smile working its way onto your face. Your wedding was in a couple weeks, maybe you wouldn’t have to get many more alterations done to your dress? At least you knew you hadn’t just randomly gained weight now, right?

A laugh escaped you at your own dumb little joke. You snapped a photo of the test so you could show Kelly tonight then wrapped it in a paper towel and threw it away before washing your hands and heading back out onto the floor. You had to hide your excitement or you’d give yourself away the moment Maggie or Connor saw you. They’d know some form of good news had come your way.

You were pregnant. You and Kelly were going to be parents. You couldn’t wait to tell him. “Soon to be Severide” you turned at the sound of Connor’s voice, a grin slipping onto your face “Hey Con” he smiled “You’re with me today, I got a couple pediatric surgeries so who better than my favorite peds nurse”

“Such a suck up” you laughed and he grinned “Gotta make sure no one knocks me out of place as your best friend” you shook your head “Never” and fell in step with him as he handed you the tablet that had the first patient’s chart pulled up.

‘So, big day’s getting here quick man” Matt told Kelly, sitting down next to him in the bays. Kelly nodded “Couple weeks, I can’t wait” Matt laughed “I never thought I’d see the day that you of all people would be downright excited to get married”

A broad grin slipped onto Kelly’s face as he shrugged “I guess it really does just come down to finding the right person. I couldn’t imagine my life without her now Matt” “I’m happy for you both and I’m honored I get to stand up there with you” Matt told him, patting his knee.

For it to still be early in the day the firehouse had been fairly busy so they were enjoying a little bit of downtime while lunch was getting cooked. “Where’s Gabby?” Kelly asked and Matt waved towards the door “Her and Sylvie are in there watching Cruz cook”

He nodded, pulling his phone out to send you a text. Just checkin in. I love you a few seconds later the bubbles that you were replying popped up then the reply came through I love you too

He smiled and Matt laughed “You’re adorable Kelly, really” and he threw his hat at Matt “Man, shut up” Matt grabbed the hat and tossed it back “I’m just teasing. It’s good to see. It is”

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Kelly was running drills with squad when Boden walked to the door leading out into the bays. “Kelly” he looked up and the moment he spotted his chief he felt his stomach drop. Something was wrong. He didn’t know what. He didn’t know how bad, but he knew something was wrong.

“What is it?” he asked and Boden looked like he was bracing himself “There’s an emergency at med, there’s been a lockdown” he didn’t hear anything else Boden said because he was already running to his mustang.

You stood next to the bed in the hybrid OR, staring down the man that was threatening both you and Connor. He had brought his son in with a ruptured appendix but from what Connor could guess, the appendix had ruptured the day before. You didn’t even know how the hell the kid was still alive to this point.  “Save him” he ordered and Connor nodded “I’ll do everything I can but you need to surrender to the police” the man currently had a gun in his hand.

He shook his head and raised the gun towards you “Save my son or I kill your nurse” you swallowed hard, your thoughts immediately going to the baby  “Please, I just found out I’m pregnant this morning. I haven’t even told my fiance” “What?” Connor asked, the look in his eyes had gone from worried to downright terror now that he knew it wasn’t just your life at risk but your baby’s too.

“Then he better do his job” the man spoke. Connor nodded “I will, let her go. Hold the gun on me. Something besides having the gun on a pregnant woman” “Connor you can’t operate alone” you reminded him, swallowing hard from where you stood across the table. You slowly met Connor’s eyes “Just concentrate. I’m ok” 

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Kelly threw his car into park and ran towards the entrance of the ED despite the fact that there was police tape everywhere. “Severide!” he heard several voices calling his name. It was both Halsteads and Voight. “She’s in there” he barely got the words out. Voight nodded “We’re getting tapped into the security cams to get some sort of idea what we’re dealing with so we can form a plan. Come on”

He fell in with the older man and followed him. He walked over to where Burgess had a laptop set up on the hood of her suv. The screen went black then the footage of the ED, namely the hybrid OR came onto the screen. His heart stopped when he saw a man point a gun at you. His heart crumbled when your next words were  “Please, I just found out I’m pregnant this morning. I haven’t even told my fiance” he felt his knees go out from under him and he would have hit the concrete had Jay and Will not lurched forward and caught him. 

“She’s pregnant?” he whispered more to himself than anyone. Voight nodded to Jay “We’re taking control of this scene, fuck SWAT. We have our people at risk”  “I’ll get ready to breach” he nodded then looked at Kelly “We’re gonna do everything we can to get her out safe Kelly” “Please Hank” he pleaded, eyes glued to the screen.

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You handed Connor another tool, feeling your stomach drop with every bloody gauze. There was no saving this kid. The appendix rupturing was bad enough then he’d sat for over twenty four hours? His blood had gone septic. At this point Connor was just trying to keep his heart beating long enough in hopes that whatever cops were outside could figure this out.

You knew this, you just hoped his father just didn’t figure it out. “His B.P. is dropping” Connor spoke low to you and you nodded. You didn’t have what you needed to keep it up in the OR. If he flatlined….You were fucked. 

He was purposely staying between you and Connor too. There was no way out of this without the cops getting in before this kid flatlined and unless they made it within the next two minutes. You looked up into Connor’s eyes, feeling tears forming in yours and whispered “If something happens look out for Kelly, promise me” “Nothing is going to..” you cut him off “PROMISE ME” he nodded, tears in his eyes “I promise” 

The man was getting twitchy, he was either due for another hit or catching on. You could feel your hands start to shake slightly. You were engaged to the love of your life, pregnant with his baby and now facing being killed.

“Why isn’t his blood pressure coming up?” he asked and Connor didn’t look up “That’s normal” you nodded, “It is” he kept fidgeting, moving to shove the gun into your side “It better be because the little pregnant nurse probably wants to make it home to her fiance”

You stiffened and Connor glared at him “Come shove that thing in my side. I’m the surgeon, not her” “Yeah but she’s the one with a kid. She’s the one who deserves to die if my son does” you felt tears slip down your face.

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Kelly watched the laptop, frozen to the spot. He knew Voight’s team was moving in. Connor was doing everything he could to keep this son of a bitch’s attention off of you but he could see just how fucking scared you were. He could see your lips moving and knew you were whispering something to Connor.

The next few moments seemed like they happened too slow and too fast all at the same time. He could see Jay come into view just in the corner of the screen. The man moved to look out of the OR, the kid flatlined and he saw the barrel of the man’s gun flash right before you hit the ground.

He turned and ran into the ED, shoving only god knows how many people out of the way. He ran past the body of the man and hit his knees at your side. “Baby?” he whispered and you rolled your head to the side to look at him, eyes full of pained tears as Connor snatched stuff down to hold pressure and screamed for help “I’m sorry Kelly” “It’s ok love, just stay awake” he tried but your eyes fluttered shut, the blood seeping through Connor’s hands as the medical team flooded into the room. They got you onto a gurney and wheeled you towards the elevator “We need to get her to an OR now and get ASHER!” 

He heard Connor giving orders but he couldn’t move. The love of his life and his baby. Was he going to lose you both?

Part 2

[shinywitchdaze]

A little rant (it's not little)

I said it before and imma say it again so i can get this off my chest and hopefully some of you will agree with me, the Beatles tiktok community is driving me insane. Diving into the Beatles tiktok community made me realise the difference between how Tumblr views the Beatles and how Tiktok views the Beatles. I feel like people on Tumblr take on a more holistic approach when viewing each Beatle, like seeing the good and bad in each member, even when it's kinda difficult to do, esp for someone like John. However the tiktok community reduces the Beatles to one simplistic narrative, like there's no nuance at all it pisses me off.

John- in the Beatles tiktok community, John is seen as this irredeemable person, Satan himself, the epitome of evilness and whilst they're all a bit exaggerated, I think we can all admit that John wasn't the greatest person, I mean he slapped Cynthia, neglected Julian, left his first family for Yoko, said the n word, was a hypocrite, no one is denying the bad things John did, but the tiktok community just love to lie about him, to make it look as if he was twice the bad person than he already was. Someone on Tiktok claimed that John beat Yoko so much he made Yoko go through 3 miscarriages, and 1,000 comments believed the creator. Another Tiktok creator claimed that John killed Stuart and forced Bettina to abort her baby, causing her to gain weight (I need to do more research on Bettina), and a few hundred comments believed it. I think we are all aware of the video where John does the N*zi salute on the balcony. People were claiming that he was the only Beatle to do the salute when there is literally videos and pictures of the other three doing it as well. To sum up for John, yes, I believe we have every right to condemn him for his actions, but stop lying about him, trying make him look like he's the devil reincarnate because he's really not. And finally another thing I hate in the Beatles tiktok community, is certain John fans who try to downplay the seriousness of John's actions, like its okay to acknowledge that he did bad things, it's not gonna hurt.

George- I don't really have anything to say for George. He is well liked in the Beatles tiktok community, mostly for his good looks which I have to agree. The only thing that pisses me off is when people call him the "underrated and least hypocritical Beatle". I'm sorry George is anything but underrated, especially considering how much praise he's been getting and .. least hypocritical? Yeah, I think preaching against materialism but then going to buy a whole mansion is certainly not hypocritical. But apart from that, George is cool.

Ringo- I think with the fact that Ringo's abuse towards Barbara has become a more well known fact within the Beatles tiktok community has certainly made fans respect him a little less. Like in 2023, I used to see videos on tiktok that'd go like, "when I say I love the Beatles, I usually mean Paul, George and Ringo" but now it's just Paul and George. I've also noticed that the babyfication of Ringo has died down a little, at least on my algorithm. I mean it's high time you lot realise that John wasn't the only one who hit. Apart from that, I think most people, esp people who aren't into the Beatles seem to favour Ringo in the case that his name sounds unfamiliar and he looks as if he brings good vibes and are they lying? In my personal opinion, I think when it comes to viewing each Beatle, I think Ringo is the one where Beatle tiktok fans look at in a more nuanced way, that's my opinion, some people may argue otherwise and honestly you may, I'm not gonna bite your head off if you think otherwise

Paul- I think the main reason I decided to do this post was to mostly talk about the way the Beatles Tiktok community view Paul. I think when it comes to making a judgement abt how people view Paul in Tiktok, its kinda hard. I mean, you have the old men on Tiktok who are mad in love with John and try to find every reason to hate Paul, like get a life, but its the gen z's view of Paul that I want to talk about. In my opinion, in Gen Z's eyes, "Paul is the most unproblematic Beatle, with his only crime being cheating on Jane. He's the least racist Beatle as he penned the song Blackbird and was the only person who was vocal against playing in front of segregated audiences (as a black girl, shout out to Paul)!" The thing is, Paul was not the only Beatle vocal against playing in front of segregated audiences. Believe it or not, John was very vocal too as was Ringo and George. Also, when Tiktok calls Paul the least racist Beatle, I burst out laughing. Like yeah, he's the least racist Beatle because his actions are not as publicised compared to someone like John's ... that song. Everywhere on beatletok, John is being called out for saying the hard r like yeah, call out that bitch! But when you lot are calling John out, make sure you include Paul. Yup, he also said the hard r back in 1966. If you aren't bothered to search the datebook magazine, published in 1966, I'll share the quote with you here, "it's a lousy country where everyone black is a dirty n*****!" I think it's unfair for the quote to be taken out of context in the magazine so I'll give you the context, I read that it was Paul expressing his distaste in the discrimination of black people, and honestly good for him. I know he had good intentions but did he really need to say the word? I saw a person on Reddit saying that we should excuse Paul because he had good intentions. By that logic, we should also excuse John because he also had good intentions when writing that God forsaken song. Enough about the n word, Paul also had a confederate flag in his house for a period of time during 1968 and not to mention, he was racist towards Asian people (he and Linda would mock Asian features) .Also, check out the lyrics to Get Back (No Pakistanis) version, part of the lyrics include: All the folks don't dig no Pakistanis taking all the peoples jobs so get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged!" So Beatles tiktok community, Paul is not the least racist Beatle. Yeah he's mellowed out because he had a chance to grow old and change his life around, but that shouldn't overshadow the bad things he did. And to the old men who are desperate to bounce on John, PAUL IS NOT A VILLAIN!!!! He's just a guy looking for the best in his bandmates.

I love all the members of the Beatles, yes I show favoritism towards John because he's my fave y'know, but I honestly do not have a least favorite Beatle. They're all cute and I love them all very much. So if you happened to be a Paul, George, Ringo or John fan, I hope you don't take offense in any of my opinions

(That was a long one)

[sunshineyrosie]

your eyes, like shadows

summary: despite all the warnings, you feel none of the unease you’re supposed to feel with him. perhaps that was its own brand of foolishness. perhaps thats why you kept watching him—carefully, secretly. or so you thought.

pairing: Silco x Reader (no use of Y/N; she works for him as an assistant)

w/c: 1.8k

notes: 2nd person POV, mentions of violence, romantic and sexual tension, no smut. silco is an emotionally constipated mess. this is my first time writing for silco, pls be kind!!!

read on ao3: here

You never planned on working for a man like him.

The job was simple on paper—good pay, minimal interaction, discretion required.

You were what he needed: someone quiet, someone unassuming. And when options were thin, when desperation outweighed preference, you became the best choice, and frankly, you needed the job.

You never asked questions. Not about the deals he made, the people he met, or why his name could silence an entire room. You kept your head down, did what was required. It should have been easy.

Except for one thing. You watched him.

Your gaze strayed when you believed he wouldn’t notice—lingering in stolen seconds, collecting details like secrets you’d never dare to voice. The sharp cut of his jaw, the way his presence commanded a space without effort, the uneven ridges of ruined skin that told stories you’d never ask him to recount. He was danger carved into flesh and steel.

You should have left hours ago. The office above The Last Drop had long steeped into evening dimness, shadows pooling in the corners, stretching long against the floor as the last traces of daylight bled through the round iron-clad window.

The air carries a subtle chill—not biting, but enough to press against your skin, a reminder of the late hour. The room itself—spacious, heavy with dark wood and low lighting—feels even larger with just the two of you here. You have no reason to linger, really. No unfinished work keeping you chained to your desk. Just Silco.

A smart woman—one who values her safety, her wellbeing—wouldn’t still be here.

You’ve heard the warnings. Listened to the stories about him told in whispers. A man like him doesn’t inspire trust. He commands respect, obedience, fear—but not trust.

And yet, despite everything, you feel none of the unease you’re supposed to feel. You trust him. Perhaps that was its own brand of foolishness.

Perhaps that’s why you keep looking at him. You’re careful when doing it—or so you think.

“You like staring, do you?”

Your breath hitches. His voice carries no real curiosity, only the weight of knowing—knowing far too much, seeing far too well everything you had thought was hidden. He leans back slightly, measuring your reaction.

You look away fast, as if retreating will erase the truth he has already unearthed.

“It’s impolite,” he continues, his tone flat, measured. “To gawk.”

“I—I wasn’t gawking,” you manage, still refusing to meet his eyes. The words come out too soft, unconvincing even to yourself.

A quiet scoff. Not amused, not cruel. Just… expectant. His eyes flick over you, assessing, and then he exhales something faintly derisive.

"Lying to your boss? Bad manners." His tone edges toward something haughty and unimpressed. He tilts his head slightly, almost lazy in his scrutiny. "Unwise."

Your fingers curl into fists at your sides. There’s no point denying it—not now, not when he has already unraveled your failed attempts at subtlety.

You swallow, then hesitantly speak. “I like looking at you.”

A beat of silence. His brows twitch, just barely—not a frown, not surprise, but something adjacent. Something shifts in his expression. Not irritation, not exactly—just… something.

You press forward, nerves fraying under the weight of his gaze. “You’re too intimidating to look at directly. But when you’re not… well—that is, when I think you aren’t watching…” You swallow. “You’re… fascinating.”

Silco doesn’t say anything, only holds still in the quiet that follows. And maybe, for a moment, he thinks he has misheard—because ‘fascination’ isn’t a word most people use when looking at him.

You shift slightly, gaze flickering lower. Then softer, shyly, barely above a whisper, you continue— “You’re… well…”

“Say it.” It’s not a command. Not exactly. But it’s firm and expectant.

Your pulse stammers. You look away, as if retreating will make him forget, make him drop it. He doesn't.

"I—" You exhale sharply. "It’s nothing."

He huffs. Not amused, nor cruel. Just waiting.

"You've already started." His tone is impossibly steady. "Might as well finish."

You shouldn’t say it. Shouldn’t give him anything to hold against you. But the silence stretches, pushing into the space between you, forcing the words closer to the surface. You’re suddenly glad for the dim lighting of the room, grateful he can’t see the redness that has flooded your cheeks.

“I—I think you’re… handsome.”

Silco hums. Not in amusement, not surprise—just consideration at the admission. Admittedly, he had expected something else. People often stare at him, but not like this. Not for that reason.

His gaze lingers for a beat longer than it should. Then, the smallest twitch of his lips—something unreadable. At last, he exhales. “Fine.”

You blink.

“You have permission.”

“To…?”

“To look.”

He says it so simply, as if stripping the tension from the act will make it less strange, less heavy. You don’t move at first, half-expecting him to take the words back, to tell you he had only been testing you, seeing how far you would push. But he doesn’t.

He looks back at you. Fully.

It’s not the same as before—not laced with quiet calculation or simmering impatience. He has given you permission, but the weight of it settles between you in a way neither of you expected.

Your gaze lifts, hesitant but steady, and meets his.

You test it, studying him now with purpose instead of stolen glances, waiting to see if it feels different. It does.

Suddenly, you notice everything—the sharp symmetry of the unscarred side of his face; smooth, striking, almost startling compared to the ruined half. The brutal ridges of scar tissue twisting over his cheekbone, down to his jaw, jagged like torn earth, uneven and merciless. You wonder, fleetingly, if they still hurt. If they burn on bad days, a reminder of whatever, or whoever, carved them into him.

But then, there are things you hadn’t noticed before. Like the color of his good eye—seafoam, almost too soft for one so dangerous. It should clash with the severity of him, but it doesn’t. It only makes him more difficult to turn away from.

Your pulse is louder now, thrumming against your skin. And then you notice something else.

The faint smudging at the edge of his temple, the areas where his usual application of makeup has faded throughout the day, revealing his scars in harsher relief. The traces of effort to make them less ugly, less distracting—but now, stripped of their softened edges, they are more bare. More real.

And he hasn’t bothered to fix it. You wonder if he notices. If he even cares.

The way his throat bobs as he swallows, slow and deliberate, makes you think maybe he does. The faint twitch in his corrupted eye, an involuntary flicker, brief but undeniable, makes you think maybe he is too aware of how closely you’re looking.

For a man built on danger, there is something startling about the way he holds himself now—rigid, unreadable, but with something flickering beneath the surface. Almost—nervous.

You hadn’t thought a man like Silco was capable of being nervous. The realization presses against your ribs, warm and uncertain.

But he doesn’t look away, and neither do you. Because he is finally letting you see him—fully, without the shroud of intimidation or authority dampening the edges.

You study him, taking in the details you had only glimpsed at before. In the quiet, a thought curls itself into your ribs—

‘Does he like looking at me, too?’

The possibility is unsettling in a way you hadn’t prepared for.

Maybe it’s the way he holds your gaze, unwavering yet unreadable, like there is something unspoken lingering beneath his quiet allowance.

Maybe it’s the way his gaze hasn’t strayed.

Or maybe it’s the way he hasn’t told you to stop. Not yet. Not at all.

The silence between you changes.

Neither of you are moving—not consciously. And yet, something is happening. The space between you is now charged, yet still delicate.

Your awareness of him sharpens, not just in your mind but in your body—like your very breath is attuned to his. And then—you lean in.

You’re not alone. He moves too. Not intentionally. But he doesn’t stop, and neither do you.

The moment unfolds like gravity itself is tipping you toward him, leaving you breathless in its quiet insistence.

Your gaze flickers lower. His lips—they are closer now, enough for you to see details you hadn’t before. The way the scar at the corner pulls just slightly, disrupting the symmetry. The tension in his jaw—like he isn’t sure if he should let this happen.

Your pulse climbs. Closer. Almost.

And then—a noise. A sharp shuffle of movement outside the office. Reality collides into you.

Silco reacts first. The presence that had been drawing you closer had vanished. The moment is severed, like a thread suddenly snapped.

Before you can process it, before you can even breathe, he moves. Not just shifting back, but leaving entirely.

He abruptly turns away, walking toward the large window behind his desk with precise, controlled steps. His hands clasped behind his back, a practiced movement—one you recognize immediately as he reasserts control.

His silhouette cuts against the greenish hue of the Undercity dusk filtering through the glass. He doesn’t acknowledge what almost happened.

The tension lingers in the air, thick and unresolved, but he makes no move to address it. Instead, when he finally speaks, his voice is even and careful—just firm enough to leave no room for discussion.

"It’s late." He exhales slowly, measured. "You should go home for the day."

Gone is the flickering vulnerability. He turns slightly, shoulders squared, breath leveled. Whatever almost happened—he won’t let it happen again.

You absorb the sharp shift in atmosphere, the careful reconstruction of the barrier he had almost let slip. You straighten too quickly, trying to force your hands to still, masking the way your pulse trembles beneath the surface. You don’t protest. You don’t ask what this meant.

You just move, collecting yourself with too much precision, like if you don’t— if you hesitate—you might shatter what little dignity you have left.

Your fingers feel too rigid when you reach for the door. As you pull it open, you wonder—fleetingly, stupidly—if this is it. If you’ve just walked yourself out of a job, if what nearly happened has ruined whatever fragile balance existed between you.

You are seconds from latching the door shut behind you when his voice cuts through the silence. "Tomorrow."

The word is quiet. Firm. Not weighted with emotion. You turn back to him. "Sir?"

A beat of silence. “I’ll see you tomorrow."

He still doesn’t turn to face you. Still keeps his gaze locked on the window, hands clasped behind him, posture unreadable. You nod, despite knowing he can’t see it.

Then you leave, stepping through the doorway knowing that whatever had almost happened was now locked behind the heavy wooden door.

Until tomorrow, anyway.

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[cherrycilly]

Hi, i was wondering if you were a Tom Hardy fan too? Perhaps a threesome with him and Cillian🎀 maybe based irl or peaky blinders characters

I am not very good at writing a threesome but ill try! It's slightly different from what you might expect but hope you like it, it's more of a tommy being in the center.

The choice

Tommy shelby x y/n x alfie solomons

Plot: y/n and alfie fight over Tommy's attention. Tommy doesn't want to choose between them, so he has them both.

CW: smut with a plot. Tommy is a submissive little slut a little bit.

Loosely based off the peach and Joe storyline in YOU.

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Tommy shelby the king of bermingam, the most feared gangster of small heath, walked with an air of confidence that caused people to both respect, fear and desire him.

And nobody desired him more than y/n , she and tommy were only friends, of course only friends. Only friends who would give each other friendly favours like blow jobs under the desk or a nice fuck when the maids of Tommy's lavish house went to sleep. Just friends is what they agreed on after every passionate night together that ended in tommy thrusting deep in to her.

But something always was on the way of their "friendship ", every time y/n tries to keep tommy ,he gets a phone call from alfie, mostly it's something stupid like "tommy i need help with the bakery" or "tommy the Italians are bothering me again" ,it's always something and always somehow the moment y/n and tommy got a moment alone together.

"Sorry love i have to go to London again" tommy sighed as he put on his dark coat ,"again?" Y/n whined naked in bed as tommy was already dressed, "yes again. Alfie is my strongest ally ,I need him and if he calls for help I need him on my side." Tommy rationalises it, "surely alfie can deal with SOMETHING on his own" y/n sighs. Tommy only rolls his eyes and leaves, but this time y/n decides to follow him.

"Tommy!" Alfie says cheerfully as he puts his hand down Tommy's waist ,tommy shrugs him off "what is it this time alfie" he takes out a cigarette and rubs it between his full lips, almost as if alfie knew y/n was watching them ,alfie took out a lighter and helped tommy ,leaning in very close to the cigarette, to Tommy's lips as he smirked. "Come have a drink with me tommy" alfie says loud and clear, but its not like alfie has an inside voice , "you know tommy i called you for a good reason that I did, you see here i am walking down my fucking street yeah in Camden yeah and there i see this fucking cunt yeah, he ..." tommy listens intensively as alfie rambles on, it was one of Tommy's most attractive features, the way he can listen to you for hours and hours and he won't get bored, maybe that's where y/ns obsession with him started ,he was the only man that cared , or maybe that's where alfie's obsession started.

Alfie quickly closed the door with tommy inside, leaning in super close to Tommy's space as tommy had his drink. Y/n had enough as she quickly confronted alfie while he walked out of the office to get another bottle of rum. "Seriously alfie!" She says angrily "you called tommy all this way to fucking drink with him, he has a life outside of you you know!" She said angrily. "Oh yeah, and yet here is here yeah, drinking with me ,yeah" alfie says not even slightly startled by her. "You always somehow need something when he is with me, you are obsessed!" She accuses, "you are the one that followed him here!" Alfie returns the venom .

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Tommy listens to it intently as he suddenly walks in, his expression betrays nothing, his lids heavy from the alcohol. There they are ,his two best friends fighting over him like some kind of doll, a barbie to play with, he didn't appreciate that at all.

Tommy leans against the wall, his expression still giving nothing away.

"Y/N." He says, his voice cool and detached, as if they were strangers. He watches her for a moment, taking in her features, the way her eyes blaze with passion and fire even as she's angry.He then turns his gaze to Alfie, his expression hardening slightly. "You called me here for no reason, eh, Alfie?"

"Is that such a crime to want to see you" Alfie snorts ,a small begging expression on his face ,"a crime? He is obsessed with you!" Y/n says in a pleading tone , "I'm not the one stalking him!" Alfie snorts.

Tommy laughs for a moment and looks between them, "the one that can't live without me a moment and the one that follows me around everywhere. What am I gonna do with you both hm?"

"Well clearly you have to choose! This can't keep going!" Y/n says urgently. "Choose?..Choose?" Tommy comes closer to them both ,his perfect eyebrow is raised ,"i don't have to choose, my city, my buisness..I don't choose. Everything is mine..Everything " his eyes darken as he says everything, a sinister reminder that tommy shelby doesn't ask, he takes.

Tommy doesn't choose and he doesn't as he grabs alfie's hair and start kissing him, deeply passionately and then moves his hands to y/n, "who says you both can't have this?" He whispers in y/n's ear.

And tommy secretly enjoyed it, being desires ,worshiped..loved. he moaned as both y/n and alfie pulled him in to alfie's big bed....

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Tommy found himself in a passionate embrace, his kisses growing more passionate and more possessive. He pulled away from Alfie's lips to turn and claim hers, his hands gripping her waist. A low moan escaped his lips as she responded, his body responding to her touch in ways he hadn't expected.

Meanwhile, Alfie took the opportunity to trail hot kisses down Tommy's neck, his hands roaming over the planes of Tommy's back. It's all so dizzying and yet so familiar.

Y/n in response to alfies neck kisses, starts unwrapping tommy like a present, she trails her nails down his tattooed chest. Alfie takes off the rest of Tommy's shirt ,going south to his shoulder, kissing and leaving hickeys in his trail, y/n meanwhile is too busy trailing kisses down Tommy's toned chest ,licking and nibbling at him . Alfie growing more posessive as he grabs Tommy's waist and y/n responds with grabbing Tommy's head with both her hands .

Tommy shudders as her kisses trail down his chest, her tongue teasing and exploring him. He lets out a gasp as she nips at his skin, his head tilting back. Alfie's possessive grip on his waist drives him wild, and he can't help but moan as he feels Alfie's teeth grazing his shoulder. It's all so intense, so overwhelming. He feels as if he's drowning in pleasure.

Alfie chuckles softly as he leaves more lovebites on Tommy's neck, his hands roaming over his chest. "You like that eh, Tommy, huh? You like us on you like that, don't you?"

Meanwhile, she continues to explore his body, her lips trailing kisses down his abdomen. Tommy's hands grip the sheets tightly, his eyes closed in sweet bliss. It's like he's finally let loose, letting himself go completely..but not quite , it is tommy after all, he can't possibly let himself be the weak one, the one not in control as he rasps "Alfie" he grabs the man's hair and pulls him to another kiss. "Y/n come here" tommy orders, with a swift movement she is pinned down the mattress by tommy "undress" he orders her and moves back to Alfie as he now returns the favour and nips at alfies neck, "tommy " y/n whines as he neglects and now naked as she grabs tommy all to herself again.

Tommy moves back to Y/N, pinning her down, his body covering hers. He leans down until his lips brush against her ear, his voice low and raspy.

"Patience, love."

[scraftyisthebest]

One thing that sticks out to me with Laquium in its use as a Strong Sphere is an underlying character weakness it appears to embody. In its affliction of wild Pokemon, it's an embodiment of isolation. Wild Pokemon become isolated from others and see even their friends as foes, so much so that even a wild Vileplume who was afflicted, after it got healed, was scared afterward that its friends would hate it for what it did outside of its control. But under Trainers, particularly in its use as a power-up in battle, it embodies the concept of insecurity and a desire for external validation.

Dash of the Niko/Rob/Dash trio was the one person of that group who decided to use a Strong Sphere on her Swanna, and you can tell her motive wasn't malice but insecurity and the thief that compares. She was the only one of them who outright failed her Tera Training and had to revoke the right to use Terastal, whereas Niko and Rob got Tera Orbs to keep and use. She's desperate to keep up with them as she doesn't have Terastal and can't win against them which gives her insecurity, so she's resorting to this as a means to "catch up" and get on the level of her friends who she sees as ahead of her.

The Explorers are the ones promoting it under Spinel, with Coral and Sidian being in the public spotlight and gaining public admiration from the masses. Those two do want to be seen as valued and respected, as they've shown multiple times before, and they take on these publicity stunts because it gives them an opportunity to have a good public image and feel admired by the masses. But a positive public image isn't going to override underlying insecurity and lack of faith in who you are on the inside. I think Coral and Sidian may have that insecurity inside them because of their desire to keep the public image they have forged: Liko called them out and said they didn't need Strong Spheres, as she knows full well they're strong enough without them, having met and battled them several times before, but they did it anyway because they needed to maintain a public image and look good to the masses who adore them, and resorted to this to defeat her and Roy in front of the public crowds and reinforce their admiration instead of having the crowds lose respect for them. Chalce even said as much that their job at present is to present themselves as ideal and admirable Trainers to the public. But external admiration cannot balance out internal insecurity or overcome it.

Spinel is the architect of the public image the Explorers have built, using Exceed's good reputation from its time under Gibeon in order to prop himself up and present himself as a good public figure to the masses. He's obviously insecure, and his heinous behavior is driven by his need for external validation and desire to feel relevant and accomplished. Even Amethio, who is now MIA and has gone rogue beforehand, was originally defined by his insecurity. He was eager to prove himself worthy of his grandfather Gibeon's legacy and earn his approval but never felt secure in his place in Gibeon's life and circle. Whenever he battled Friede early on, there was always a disconnect: Amethio was insecure and trying to prove himself, while Friede was confident in himself and just wanted to have fun battling a strong opponent. Amethio saw this disconnect and got frustrated with Friede not taking him seriously and got even more frustrated when Friede unleashed his trump card (Terastal) and one-shotted him, realizing Friede could've always effortlessly stomped him in their battles if he wanted to, but chose to play around for fun instead of taking the easy (and boring) way out.

Insecurity also defined the TRio before the Explorers. Jessie, James, and Meowth were motivated by a desire for validation, not necessarily by the public but by Giovanni.

But public image in general versus faith in who you are on the inside has definitely manifested before this. While it was in a less villainous or antagonistic contest, Leon in Journeys was portrayed as an undefeated Champion, and given the nature of the Galar League in the games and the World Coronation Series in the anime as a public sports event, Leon was definitely under a lot of pressure to maintain a public image as an ideal and "the greatest Champion of all" to the masses and make sure that image stayed intact, and in doing so he lost sight of why he came to love battling in the first place. What he told Ash in Episode 100 of Journeys during their time in the Wild Area made it clear that his duty to maintain an impeccable public image as the mighty Champion who has never lost was a source of anxiety and fear for him.

Ash ended up being the one who defeated him, but his strength even as a rising star was that he's someone who's so unabashedly himself. He never really asked for positive public recognition. He just ended up naturally earning admiration from people, whether small scale or worldwide, through his actions as an expression of the core values he represents: a guy who loves Pokemon with his whole heart. He started out in Indigo League as an underdog who was perceived as clumsy and incompetent, with no one having high expectations for him, thinking he wouldn't make it very far, but his undying love for Pokemon not only inspired loyalty from his own Pokemon but respect from others in unconventional ways. He got half his Kanto badges unconventionally, but they were pretty much always because he showed his strength in his character, saving the day through his actions, even if he was unconventional and even as an experienced battler later on inherently contrarian and out-of-the-box. He pushed through merciless external disrespect through persistence and staying true to his core values, which ultimately proved to be his strength. His friendship with Goh in Journeys was rooted in how much they had in common but also that shared unabashed ability to be themselves around each other, even if they weren't accepted by others for their shared weirdness. Even against Leon, his bonds with his Pokemon and thinking out of the box was one thing, but in the end it was his sheer passion and his unabashed true self that pushed through, so much so that in the end even Leon awakened his true passion and Sonia saw the Leon she knew: not the undefeated Champion putting on a show for the masses, but the passionate Pokemon lover who was fiercely determined to give it his all in a battle against a tough opponent he was on even ground with.

Ash is someone who has been through varying external perceptions over the course of his time, from being seen as a joke of a Trainer who wasn't going to make it very far, to a renowned and respected World Champion and Monarch, but by the end Ash being a much more humble person clearly didn't care much for the publicity his victory against Leon gave him: he was just glad to have been able to surmount such an incredible opponent as a personal testament to his strength. Because what matters isn't how other people see you. What matters is you know who you are inside and embrace it. In MPM that showed. When he reunited with Misty, the two have long since surpassed their original misfit loser label, Ash now the World Monarch and Misty one of Kanto's finest Gym Leaders, and yet they started throwing quips at each other again like old times. They even had a low stakes battle over a trivial matter and Ash lost, but he took it in stride because he's just glad to have fun with his bestie. And then when he, Misty, and Brock have a bunch of fans gathering around them, Ash most of all thanks to his World Champion status (but Misty and Brock also highly revered), he was pretty humble about it and took it in stride. He's honored that people respect him, but he doesn't take too much investment in it. In the end, his resolution and answer to what being a Pokemon Master means is an embodiment of the strength of knowing who you are inside and owning it: He may be seen outwardly as a World Champion, but inwardly, he's an adventurer who loves Pokemon with all his heart. That's who he is, who he always has been, and always will be. And no matter where he is in his career or journey, nothing will change that core essence of who he is.

It's still early for Liko and her friends on this quest of theirs to clear the Rising Volt Tacklers' name and get back their truth, but that core essence is definitely one they're inheriting. Liko's first step was her proudly admitting to being a Rising Volt Tackler to her classmates, even knowing of the group's tarnished reputation. Her inner defiance is more understated than Ash's, given her outwardly softer personality, but just as strong. She's Liko of the Rising Volt Tacklers, and that title is an expression of who she is and what she believes in, which is that she's an adventurer who loves Pokemon and will fight fiercely to protect them. If that means being publicly branded as an outlaw and a terrorist and in turn becoming a fugitive, so be it. Even if the world doesn't trust her, she can prove her good character and compassion through her actions, which she did with Nyabiko and can do again and again as she pleases. It doesn't matter if the world fears her or hates her, she fights for what she believes in, even if that means being compassionate one moment, cruel and ruthless the next in a flip of a dime. Because she knows her core values and who she is inside, and she owns it. Her friends Roy and Dot share her defiance and self-confidence as fellow RVTs, and Uruto has proven a worthy addition to their squad because he shares that same defiant spirit and faith in his own strength and who he is, even if he's louder and more abrasive about it.

That kind of defiance and faith in who you are inside is going to be a major strength in Liko's favor as she gets stronger, even if she's still got a ways to go. While the Explorers are trying to keep up a positive public image, insecurity will inevitably lead that image to fall apart. Meanwhile Liko's path is becoming one where she knows she's a public enemy, but doesn't care, and she doesn't need to say anything to contest it. She lets her actions do the speaking as an expression of who she is inside: someone who's fiercely devoted to Pokemon and their well-being. Sometimes that means people, even if it's just a few, will trust her, sometimes that means she'll be feared and seen as a villain, but either way that's okay. As long as she's got loyal friends like Roy, Dot, and Uruto, she doesn't need external validation to prove her worth. She may have a divisive public image even long term, but the core essence of who she is inside will never waver, and she's gonna abide by that no matter what.

I like that underlying theme. True strength isn't in trying to be seen in a positive light by others or conforming to what others want you to be. It's something you have to look inwardly to attain. It's knowing who you are inside, who you personally want to be, and your core values, no matter what others may think, positive or negative. And acting on that without reservation. Authenticity and being yourself is a hallmark of true strength and courage.

[qoldenskies]

Do you have anything to say about cc Donnie and Splinter? Any crumbs? I need them🥺

I UNDERSTAND YOU THEY ARE THE SWEETEST.... im trying to think about what i could say hrmmmm. i love how endeared cc!splinter finds donnie when he's being like,, earnestly himself. i think he's always found him charming (he loves his baby so much!!!!) but he's not really laughing at him or anything anymore, when he kind of did before? in the kind of way someone would do so to a much younger child; i think it's a big reason he accidentally disregarded donnie's feelings, because he was out of their lives for so long once the depression hit and sometimes he's hit in the face with the fact that they're fully-formed individuals with serious emotional dilemmas and complexes and such (he didn't miss them developing, but he wasn't all there). he's not that way anymore with the curse said and done. he's learned his lesson.

honestly he's the one who respects donnie's autonomy the most out of anyone (behind mikey, who even then has to contend with a lot of trauma that can inhibit him). that's his sweet little baby boy but he's also going to be the first one to gently push him out of his comfort zone and encourage him to try new things, while the others are weak and will fold like a house of cards in most circumstances. this kind of adds a new flavor to their dynamic that im trying to put into words,,, it's like, splinter makes it so everything is an inside joke between them, in a way. he'll make an underhanded joke to one of the others and wink at donnie to make him laugh. he's always pushing him to take up more space, to assert himself and ask for a little more. he finds the way the other three will trip over themselves to accommodate him to be adorable, although he worries when it goes too far. he's gentle in a way that doesn't make donnie feel guilty. he's a breath of fresh air when donnie feels overwhelmed, because splinter makes it all feel so seamless sometimes.

there's a lot of silly jokes about how he doesn't have favorites, but also it's donnie (they all know its just him playing around but i dont even think they'd pretend to be upset for the sake of the joke, i think they'd just sagely nod like its the most understandable thing ever). he goes out of his way to make him feel loved without making it completely serious, because he understands that's relieving. he's really good at letting donnie in on the joke without being pushy about it. he's different than he was before but he lets donnie feel so normal in a lot of ways, and it's a breath of fresh air sometimes. i think more than anything splinter just wants to see him happy and smiling again, and he'll support pretty much anything that allows that. he can do whatever he wants forever 💖 the others have their limits because they care about his safety maybe a little too much but splinter will enable his deranged behavior now, he deserves to do a little more terrorism. as a treat

anyways donnie is going to be absolutely fucking devastated and inconsolable when he dies i hope you know that

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[lucabyte]

some thoughts on Claude

alt title: diversity win! this Butch Nun is crafting bombs in an unventilated room in her convent while actively courting Mother Superior! Do Not Give Them Access To Unlimited Power No Matter How Nice They Are

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[sideblogdotjpeg]

have been thinking about professor sol even. professor bufo with no clearly discernable lesson plan. sol bufo ostensibly martial arts professor who spent two weeks running a yoga and meditation program and shows up to the next class with crochet hooks for everyone. professor bufo who is technically supposed to be assigning grades to students but hasnt given anyone less than an A because "i think they worked really hard and they did a great job :)" (referring to the ugliest and most malformed pot holder anyone has laid eyes upon in their life). professor bufo who is on his way to cluelessly kickstart the sexual awakening of about half the cohort of the academys new students. sol bufo adjunct professor who is gone half the year and his first class back is so immediately and easily baited into going into a long tangent about how cool his friends are. sol who is pretty sure hes easily the most useless professor on campus and almost cries when he sees his little desk overflowing with thank you notes at the end of the year. professor bufo absolutely fucking gloriously hot in the tightest little sweater vest because there were faculty complaints when he wore a crop top to class.

[lonelysa1lor]

I dont know whether im sleep deprived or just really annoyed about random topics but I need to yell about this somewhere. It was never about Silco forgiving Vander.

Silco didn't bring shimmer in because of his hatred for Vander, he didn't try to kill his kids because he refused to forgive Vander, Silco didn't do any of the shit he did because he didn't forgive Vander. Because in Silco's mind, he's grateful for Vanders Betrayal.

He has a whole monologue about his hatred for Vander becoming something like enlightenment. Silco, in his mind, chooses to believe that Vander's Betrayal is what lead him down a better path. A path that made him ruthless and willing to drag Zaun by it's hair to freedom. He respected Vander for this, for killing the old remnants of whoever Silco was. The Base Violence Necessary for Change.

"And for that, I thank you, Old friend"

His respect for Vander flipped when he learnt that he was working with Enforcers in order to "keep the peace". The very same people a young Vander and Silco were protesting against on that bridge.

Vander was Silcos closest companion, most likely the only person who Silco truly trusted and Vander tried to kill him. Leaving him with one hell of an infection that I'd presume might have been the thing to kill him if Jinx hadn't gotten there first.

Vander then writes the worlds worst apology ever ("sorry for trying to kill you I got a bit silly lmao xoxo"), and then tells Silco that if he wants to find him he should return to what is now Vanders Territory where they can talk alone. I dont know about you guys but I'd think he'd be trying to finish the job.

There is no world where Silco forgiving Vander fixes every issue under the sun, because the issue was never about Silco holding a grudge.