#Jean deserved something less traumatising

[marcobodtlives]

Revealing an untimely and somewhat suspicious death with something as devastating as a camera angle shot from the pov of the severed half of someone Jean has known + held dear to his heart for three years…

… hits different.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

scrubs - 3.

 pairing: doctor!sebastian stan x biomedical scientist!reader

warnings: smut (18+), swearing

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Y/N wasn’t one to get drunk, she didn’t need alcohol to make her feel better and would only drink whenever work had completely screwed her over. Even during university, she’d be the one who’d end up bringing her friends into the taxi and ensure they all got home safe. She’d never be the one drunk in the back of the taxi, giggling at every single thing as if every thing in the world was funny. Sebastian was sat next to her, trying to hold a somewhat stoic look so the taxi driver wouldn’t give the two of them a dirty look but he was probably even more intoxicated than her. 

She leaned against the worn out brown leather seats, turning her head to look at him, her wild eyes looking up and down at him before she moved closer to him, her eyes looking at him in a way that made him weak in the knees. He did the same, moving towards her before they were hip to hip, lost in an alcohol, unrestrained daze. He made the first move, closing the distance between their lips. His hand cupped her face to deepen the kiss, the other one brought her thigh over his lap. The car came to a halt in front of a huge modern, apartment building and Sebastian handed the taxi driver a few notes before exiting the car with her. The two looked pretty much like a couple who had known each other for ages to any outsiders, much different from the bickering dynamic both of them had in the hospital. He led her inside the modern building, the sort of building she expected an experience doctor to live in, yet she wasn’t the least interested in the luxury of his life neither was he interested in showing it to her. The two were lost in each other, kissing each other’s lips as if their life depended on it, his lips sometimes lowering from hers to the neck.

The lift doors opened onto the penthouse he lived in. There was no surprise he lived in luxury, he had been a doctor for a while now at one of the most prestigious hospitals in New York; however, the scenery from his penthouse almost distracted her from the feeling of his lips against her exposed neck. Almost. She could almost swear she’d be happy to only feel his lips on the soft skin of her neck until she felt his bulge grind against her. He wrapped her legs around his waist, holstering her up to walk the two into the bedroom.

The doctor laid her atop his luxurious silk sheets, standing at the end of his bed to remove his scrubs leaving her to gasp in wonder at his physic. He looked like a doctor straight out of those awfully inaccurate tv shows with sculpted muscles and a sheen which almost seemed painted on. She stood on top of her forearms as he remained in front of her completely naked and proud, like a Greek marble statue. She quickened to pull off her jeans and top off, the clothing pooling on the side of his bed as he learned towards her to kiss her once more. 

      - You’re just fucking gorgeous. - he commented between kisses, eying her body still partially covered by her lingerie up and down. 

His lips moved from her cherry tinted lips down to her collarbones, hands removing her bra and pushing it away from her body. She was stunning, so fucking stunning and he had to honest to himself and admit he’d thought about her in a less than professional setting. She was a beautiful woman, probably one of the prettiest women who walked the hospital grounds everyday and her argumentative nature only threw gasoline into the fire. Now here she was, under him, lustful eyes and whines generated by his own ministrations. He kissed down from her collarbones to her breasts, taking one of her buds into his mouth. His warm tongue swirled around the sensitive peaked bud, her eyes fluttering as she mewled, his other hand massaging the unattended breast. Her hand combed through his hair, pulling at the roots as he shifted from breast to breast, leaving a wet trail once his lips lowered down to the beginning of her panties. 

     - These are not work appropriate, are they? - he teased her about the completely lacy fabric only covered by cotton at the bottom. - You’re trying to get someone’s attention?

    - Sebastian ... - she whined as he slowly took her underwear, hand massaging her calf as he did so. - Just do something. 

    - No, baby, you don’t get to argue with me about this. - he learned forward again, kissing her harshly. - You like fucking arguing so much with me, baby doll. Not here, baby, not here. 

    - Seb. - she pouted but he didn’t care. He took pleasure in her pouting, nibbling at the side of her jaw as his knuckles grazed her folds. Her hand grabbed his shoulder as she bite her lip at the quickly gone sensation which was quickly replaced by him pushing two fingers inside of her. - Fuck!

He smirked, lowering to suck the skin of her neck as his fingers started thrusting in and out of her, stroking her walls in a quick motion while his thumb circled her clit. She whined and moaned, the sensation being too much until she came undone, her nails dug into his skin. He left her neck, kissing her mid breathe before raising his fingers in front of his face. His lips wrapped around his own fingers, licking her juices off, smirking. 

    - One day I’ll eat you out. - he kissed her again. - Just you fucking wait.

    - Just fuck me, please. - she almost cried out in a whiney tone. Sebastian chuckled at her eagerness, leaning down to messily kiss her as he finally thrust into her into a swift motion.

She moaned, feeling nothing but him and the faint scent of his cologne. He moved out almost fully before bottoming into her once again, his arm snaked around her back, the other other gripping her waist as he started to thrust in and out of her. He whipped his head up, groaning at the feeling of her warm walls clenching and milking her the more he thrust in and out of her. He would’ve remained with his slow pace, almost to torture her, but the sound of her moans and whines woke and stirred something up inside of him. He gripped her hip and quickened his pace, searching for his own high. This was definitely not slow, it was slamming in and out, rough and raw and both of them were enjoying every moment.

   - Look at me, you little brat. - he almost growled out as he started to notice her walls were clenching him much tighter. - Look at me, look at who’s fucking you this good. C’mon baby, don’t wanna argue anymore?

   - Seb! - her eyes were slightly open, looking up, while her hand was gripping the sheets under her. Her breathe quickened, coming up more frequently until it all ended with a big gasp, her chest almost raising from the mattress as she herd what felt like static. 

Sebastian continued his motions, not slowing down, chasing his own orgasm until he groaned, mouth open as small noises came out, grip still firmly on her hip as ropes and ropes of cum painted her walls. He leaned to kiss her, still recovering from his high before he rolled to the side, one arm keeping her flush against his chest. Both of them fell asleep after a few minutes of catching their breath, a small sheet barely covering both of them.

Y/N woke up with the sun shinning onto her face. She groaned, turning her face to the side before noticing she was not laying on top of a mattress. She slowly opened her eyes to see Dr. Stan, shirtless, under her. The scientist furrowed her brows before noticing she too was naked. Shit. 

She rolled away from him slowly, falling onto the mattress before she rolled herself onto the floor. She clearly gathered her bag and clothes, putting them on before walking out that door. God. What the? How did she end up in this situation? Mojitos, that’s what happened. She made it onto the street, one shoe still on her hand as she attempted it to put it on while still trying to call for a taxi. She entered the first one who pulled up, seating in the backseat as she watched herself in the rearview mirror. God damn it. 

   - Where to, miss?

   - The hospital, please. - at least she was not late for work. Last thing she wanted was to be late and hear the laboratory manager make his sexist remarks about “ladies and their time”.  

The taxi stopped in front of the hospital and she exited straight to the parking lot where her car was still parked. Opening the door, she pulled her emergency kit to at least wash her face and teeth and put some makeup so she does not look as if she had just gotten drunk the past night and slept with someone. Not just someone. Dr. Stan, out of all people.

She grumbled to herself, walking through the corridors of the hospital until sshe found the staff bathroom to fix herself up. Finding a completely free one, she took care of trying to look presentable despite the fact she was wearing yesterdays clothes and missing her bra as she could not find it. How great. 

She pulled her hair up as she entered the laboratory, grabbing her lab coat and putting it on along with some gloves and goggles. Miriam was already in their workbench, looking at some paperwork to match with the information of the samples. Why did she have to be early today? Out of all days she had to be early.  

   - Hello, Y/N. 

   - Not today. - she sat on her work bench, grabbing her schedule to look at what she was doing today. - Who’s doing what today? 

   - I don’t know, you’re the boss. We have some knee fluids, urine samples, blood samples, sputum samples, everything samples. I gave the worse ones to the trainees because they deserve to be hazed. 

   - Are you still salty your trainer gave you the worse possible type of sample and are now traumatising the newbies?

   - That depends ... are you wearing the same jeans because you went home with someone else or is that hickey an hallucination? 

   - No. I just ... I haven’t done the washing yet, so I had to wear the same jeans and the hickey ... I burned myself, curling my hair. 

   - No, you did not. - she twirled in her chair. - You have the “sex” face and by the looks of it, it was a good one. Who was it? Was it Brendan? He’s entirely too cute to only be a med student. Besides, he would look good on my wedding photos.

   - I did not have sex, okay? Can you just do your job, now? Please?

   - Okay, I guess he didn’t fuck you long enough.

Y/N rolled her eyes, walking over to check on the progress of the trainees mostly because she was still much too tired to begin working with microscopic things. She was entirely sure she had sex with Sebastian and she could almost still feel him, she could feel his lips against her skin, and the way his ...

   - Miss Y/N? - her thought train was interrupted, probably for the best, by one of the trainees. - Dr. Stan is here.

Fuck. She tried to get herself together. She could have this conversation, both of them were grown ups. Grown ups have sex all the time and they ... discuss it? She didn’t know, all she knew is that suddenly she was missing the times he’d come downstairs to argue with her about his samples being denied time and time again or his diagnosis being contested by her. She pulled herself together, putting a professional smile on her face as she walked back to her workbench where Dr. Stan and Miriam were chatting. 

   - Lab coat. - she repeated for what was the second time. 

   - That won’t be necessary. Can we talk?

   - Oh ... okay. - she followed him outside the lab where she leaned against the wall. She can do this, right? Yeah, she can do this. 

   - I spoke with the laboratory manager and he said it’s up to you to chose to deny my infected tissue samples or not. Listen, the patient is a pain and it would be great if you’d let this one slide. 

   - Oh. 

   - Please? 

   - Uhm ... yeah. It’ll be delayed but okay.

   - Can you speed it up?

   - No. - she prepared to go back to the laboratory. - Next time, tell your nurses to label the samples correctly.  

She walked into the laboratory with flames on her step, sitting on her bench and crossing her arms across her chest. That fucking asshole, how dare he not even mention it? Did he remember it? If she could remember it then he probably remembered it too. 

   - You look pissed. - Miriam commented but it only further angered Y/N.

   - You know what? Your theory about fucking your arguments away? Well, it did not fucking work and I hope he gets this years flu.

   - Oh my god. - she stopped her laughter, putting her hand in front of her mouth. - You slept with Dr. Sebastian Stan? This is great. 

   - No, this is not great. I fucking hate him. 

   - This is adorable. He too will look great on my wedding photos. 

   - Shut up, Miriam. 

taglist: @rebekahdawkins​ 

[number5theboy]

Please elaborate on how Five could've turned into the most insufferable character to watch

Thanks for asking me to elaborate on this text post:

@tessapercygranger​, @waywardd1​ and @margarita-umbrella​ also wanted to see a more detailed version of it, and I ended up writing an essay that’s longer than some of my actual academic essays. So buckle up.

WHY NUMBER FIVE SHOULD BE THE MOST OBNOXIOUS CHARACTER IN TV HISTORY, AND HOW HE MANAGES NOT TO BE

Number Five: The Concept That Could Go Horribly Wrong

Alright, let’s first look at Five in theory in an overarching way, without taking into account the execution of the show. The basic set-up of the character, of course, is being a 58-year-old consciousness in a teenager’s body, due to a miscalculation in time travel. Right off the bat, Five is bar none the most overpowered of the siblings; by the end of Season 2, no one has yet been able to defeat him in a fight. He is a master assassin – and not just any master assassin, but the best one there is – and a survival expert, able to do complex maths and physics without the aid of a calculator, shown to have knowledge of half a dozen languages, has very developed observational skills and, to top that all off, he can manipulate time and space to the point where he can literally erase events that happened and change the course of history. And Five knows how skilled he is; he is arrogant, self-assured and sarcastic, and his streak of goodness is buried deep inside. David Castañeda once described Five in an interview as 90% chocolate with a cherry in the middle, meaning that you have to get through a lot of darkness and bitterness before knowing there is a good core, and I think it’s an excellent metaphor. However, Five is also incredibly, fundamentally terrible at communicating with anyone, and, because he is the only one with time travel abilities, the character a lot of the actual plot - and the moving forward of it - centres around. Also he’s earnestly in love with a mannequin, who is pretty much a projection of his own consciousness that functions as a coping mechanism for all the trauma he has endured. All in all, this gives you a character who looks like a teenager, but with the smug superiority of a fifty-something, who a) is extremely skilled in many different things, b) has a superiority complex, is arrogant and vocal about it, and most of the superiority is expressed through cutting sarcasm, c) has one very hidden ounce of goodness that he is literally the worst at communicating to other human beings, d) is what moves the plot along but is also bad at talking to anyone else, meaning that the plot largely remains with him, and e) his love interest is essentially a projection of himself. Tell me that’s not a character who is destined to be just…obnoxious, annoying, egocentric, a necessary evil that one has to put up with to get through this show. There are so many elements of this characterisation that can and should easily make Five beyond insufferable, but the show manages to avoid it, and I’m putting this down to three aspects.

That Trick of Age and Appearance

Bluntly put, Five as a character would not work if he was anything else than an old man in a 13-year-old body. Imagine this character and all his skills and knowledge, but actually just…a teenager. Immediately insufferable. Same goes for him being around 30, like his siblings, all of which are stunted and traumatised by their father’s abuse. If Five, being comparatively unscathed by Reginald to the point where he explicitly does not want to be defined by his association with his father, were 30 like his siblings, it would just take the bite out of that plot point and also give him a lot less time in the apocalypse, reducing the impact it had on him as a person. And making Five his actual 58-year-old self would make him very similar to Reginald, at least on surface level, with the appearance and attitude. Five and Reginald are two fundamentally different people, but having one of the siblings being a senior citizen that’s dressed to the nines and bosses his siblings around in a relatively self-centred way does open up that parallel, and would take away from Five’s charm as a character. Because pairing the life experience of a 58-year-old with the appearance of a teenager gives you the best of both worlds. You get the other siblings (and a lot of the audience, from a glance in the tags of my gifsets) feeling protective and paternal about Five, but his age and experience also give the justifications for his many skills, his arrogance, in a way, and his ability to decimate a room full of people. It’s the very interesting and not new concept of someone dangerous with the appearance of something harmless, a child. This is also where Five’s singular outfit comes in. I know we like to clown on Five to get a new outfit, but I think what gets forgotten often is how effective this outfit is at making the viewer take him seriously. The preppy school uniform is the perfect encapsulation of the tension between old man in spirit and young teenager in appearance. The blazer, vest and especially the shirt and tie are quite formal, relatively grown up. They’re not something we, the audience, usually associate with a teenage boy wearing; it makes Five just a little bit more grown up. But there is also a reason characters in this show keep bringing up Five’s shorts and his socks, because those are not things that we associate with grown men wearing; they’re the unmistakably childish part of his school uniform. Take a moment and imagine Five wearing a hoodie or a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers; would that outfit work for him as well as the uniform does? Would he be able to command the same kind of respect or seriousness as a character? I don’t think so; the outfit is a lot more pivotal in making Five believable than a lot of people give it credit for.

Writing Nuance

The other big building block in not making Five incredibly insufferable is the writing. Objectively speaking, I think Five is the most well-written, and, more importantly, most coherently written character on the show (which does have to do with the fact that the show’s events are all sequential for him), and his arc and personality remain relatively intact over the course of the two seasons. More to the point, a giant part of what makes Five bearable as a character is that he is allowed to fail. He is written to have high highs and low lows, big victories through his skills and his intelligence, but also catastrophic failures and the freedom to be wrong. His superior intellect and skillset are not the be-all end-all of the plot or his character, just something that influences both. His inability for communication has not (yet) been used to fabricate a contrived misunderstanding that derails the plot and left all of us seething; instead, it’s a characteristic that makes him fail to reconnect with the people he loves. This is a bit simplified, as he does find common ground with Luther, for example, but in general, a lot of the rift between Five and his siblings is that they can’t relate to his traumas and he does not understand the depth of Reginald’s abuse, which is an interesting conflict worth exploring. Another thing that really works in Five’s favour is that he is definitely written to be mean and sarcastic, but it is never driven to the point of complete unlikability, and a lot of the time, the context makes it understandable why he reacts the way he does. Most of the sarcastic lines he gets are actually funny, that certainly helps, but in general, Five is a good example of a bearable character whose default personality is sharp and relatively cold, because it is balanced out with many moments of vulnerability. Delores is incredibly important for this in the first season, she is the main focus of Five’s humanising moments, and well-written as she totes the line between clearly being a coping mechanism for an extremely traumatised man and still coming across to the viewer as the human contact Five needs her to be. In the second season, the vulnerability is about his guilt for his siblings, it’s about Five connecting a little bit better to them. There’s also his relationship with the Commission and the Handler specifically – which honestly could be an essay on its own – that deserves a mention, because the Handler is why Five became the man he is, and this dynamic between creator and creation is explored in a very interesting way – their scenes are some of the most well-written in the entire show. And TUA never falls into the trap of making Five a hero, he is always morally ambiguous at best, and it just makes for an interesting, multi-faceted character, well-written character, and none of the characteristics that should make him unlikeable are allowed to take centre-stage for long enough to be defining on their own. I know a lot of people especially champion the scenes where Five goes apeshit, but without his more nuanced characterisation, if he was like that all the time, those scenes would not hit as hard.

Aidan Gallagher’s Performance is Underrated

But honestly, none of the above would matter that much if the Umbrella Academy didn’t luck out hard with the casting of Aidan Gallagher. I think what he achieves as an actor in this show is genuinely underappreciated. Like, the first season set out to cast six adults having to deal with various ramifications of childhood trauma, and a literal child that had to be able to act smart and wise beyond his years, seamlessly integrate into a family of adults while seeming like an adult, traumatised by the literal end of the world, AND had to be able to create the romantic chemistry of a thirty-year-long marriage with a lifeless department store doll. The only role I could think of to compare is Kirsten Dunst in Interview with a Vampire, where she plays a vampire child who, because she is undead, doesn’t age physically, but does mentally, so she’s 400 in a child’s body. And Kirsten Dunst had to do that for a two-hour movie. Five is a main character in a show that spans 20 episodes now. That’s insane, and it’s a risk. Five is a character that can’t be allowed to go wrong; if you don’t buy Five as a character, the entire first season loses believability. And they found someone who could do that not only convincingly, but also likeably. As I said, he is incredibly helped by the costuming department and the script, but Aidan Gallager’s Five has so much personality, he’s threatening and funny and charming and arrogant and heartbreaking. He has the range to be convincing in the quiet moments where Five’s humanity comes to show and in the moments where Five goes completely off the rails. Most child actors act with other children, but he is the only child in the main cast, and holds his own in scenes with adults not as a child, but as an adult on equal footing with the other adult characters. That’s not something to be taken for granted. But even apart from the fact that it’s a child actor who carries a lot of the plot and the drama of a series for adults, Aidan Gallagher’s portrayal of Five is also just so much fun. The comedic timing is on point, he has the dramatic chops for the serious scenes, the mannerisms and visual ticks add to the character rather than distract from him, and his line deliveries, paired with his physical acting, make Five arrogant and smug but never outright malicious and unlikeable. It’s just some terrific acting that really does justice to the character as he is written, but the writing would not be as strong if it wasn’t delivered and acted out the way Aidan Gallagher does. He is an incredible asset for this show.

Alright, onto concluding this rambling. If you made it this far, I commend you, and thank you for it. The point of all of this is that Five, as a character, could have been an unmitigated disaster of a TV character. He is overpowered, arrogant, uncommunicative and could so easily have been either unconvincing or completely unlikeable, but he turned out to be neither. It’s a combination of choices in the costume department, decisions in the writing room, and Aidan Gallagher’s acting skills that make the things that should make him obnoxious and annoying incredibly entertaining, and I hope you liked my long-winded exploration of these. Some nuance was lost along the way, but if I had not stopped myself, this would’ve become a full-blown thesis.

[gaylittlewhumpee]

little wolf

chapter six: Friends

cw: non-human whumpee, monster whumpee, slight noncon touching? (hugging Pet even though its scared), self-depreciation / negative self talk, brief mention of past punishments, implied being forced to fight in the past, some cuddling n fluff bc Pet deserves it

tagging: @whumpthisway @carolinethedragon @thehurtsandthecomfurts @oracle-of-maybe

A week passed by and Pet started to get used to its new life, or at least it looked like it. Pet was still skinny and visibly starved, but it was starting to look slightly better, and it flinched less when he touched it.

He took it on a few walks in the local park, knowingly choosing the least busy route to make sure not to frighten Pet by the attention it would be getting if they walked through a more frequented part. He wondered if it's able to use its wings, but they haven't tried it yet.

Javier decided that it was about time to show his new companion to his friends. Pet seemed anxious about it, but he reassured it it will be alright.

,,They´re gonna love you,” he said and ruffled Pet´s grey fur, ,,don´t worry. They can act like a bunch of crackheads, but they´re friendly. You´re gonna get along, little one.”

Pet pressed its head into Master´s palm and desperately hoped that he´s right.

It watched him prepare cookie dough and clean the apartment from its cage, a little nervous that it can´t help him. Master noticed that.

,,Hey, little one, do you think you can, eh, hold this pillow for a bit? I need to vacuum the couch cause there are crumbles everywhere and, i don´t wanna leave it on the floor.”

Pet perked up and hurried to help him, happy that it could finally do something. Master chuckled and handed it a pillow.

,,Here. Hold it.”

Pet slowly opened its mouth and took the pillow gently, careful not to accidentally lick it. Master would be surely mad if the pillow got all soaked up with its saliva.

,,Great, buddy, you´re helping me so much,” Javier praised it with a big grin as he got out all the crumbles from the depths of his couch. ,,Perfect. Thank you, little one.”

He took the pillow from Pet´s mouth and Pet quickly stepped aside so it wouldn't get in the way.

They cleaned the rest this way - Javier always asked Pet to hold something, while he did the rest, and the creature seemed a bit less anxious when he put it into use. They were done pretty quickly and Javier then took out the cookies from the oven, letting them cool on the rack. He glanced on the watch on his wrist and then looked at Pet.

,,They should arrive soon, little one,” he smiled.

Pet softly chirped, its feathers a little ruffled. It was nervous.

Master crouched next to it and Pet quickly lowered, keeping its eyes down. Master softly lifted its chin and scratched it gently.

,,There´s nothing to be afraid of,” he reassured. ,,If it's too much for you, you can simply go and hide in my bedroom, okay? I won't be mad.”

Pet nodded. Hiding in Master's bedroom sounded so tempting, but it knew that Master wanted to show it off and it didn't want to disappoint him. It quietly whined. Master smiled and scratched its ears.

,,Good pet.”

Pet felt a warm swirling feeling in its stomach when he praised it. A purr escaped its throat. It half-closed its eyes and enjoyed Master´s touch.

The doorbell rang and Pet flinched, instantly becoming scared again. Its fur bristled and it curled up, looking at the door anxiously.

,,Don´t worry, pal. It'll be okay, alright?” Master repeated and got up, leaving to open the door. Pet clinged to the side of the couch and started shivering, waiting for Master and his friends to arrive.

,,Javi! Hey, bro, we haven't seen you for so long!”

,,Where's the pet? Oh my god, I need to see it, now!”

,,Dude, I missed you so much…”

The voices filled the apartment, loud and warm, and Pet shuffled a little, anxious to meet Master´s friends. It waited while they were taking their clothes and shoes off in the hall, and then, then they finally came in and saw Pet.

One of them, a girl with long, straight brown hair and a few bleached strands, and big dangly golden earrings, instantly squeaked and launched herself forward on the Pet. The creature whined in fear and flinched, quickly pulling away and trying to retrieve, but the girl threw herself around Pet´s neck and hugged it too tightly.

,,Awwww, Javi! It´s so huge and fluffy! Oh my god!!”

Pet squirmed and whimpered when the brunette basically shouted into its ear in a high-pitched tone, but she didn´t let go. Pet knew it shouldnt pull away or resist any touch, but, this was so scary and the girl wouldnt let it go and her strong perfume was making it hard to breathe and-

,,Sidi, leave it, its scared as fuck.”

Master´s warm hands saved Pet from the girls - Sidi - clutch. Sidi frowned at Javier, but she left Pet alone. The creature tried to muffle its whines, clinging to Masters legs like its life depended on it.

,´m sorry, little one,” he softly ruffled its fur and Pet pressed its head into his palm, ,,I should´ve known Sidi would be excited.”

Pet just whimpered, unable to move.

Master crouched next to it, his big warm hand resting on Pets back. He looked at the other two people.

,,So, this is Tee,” he said softly, ,,They brought you something, as a gift.”

Tee grinned a little. They had short, messy red hair, and wore a red crop top with a fishnet and black jeans, as well as a dark red leather jacket.

,,Tara brought the gifts,” they corrected Javier and slowly approached the Pet, giving it time and space, in stark contrast with Sidi's previous behavior, ,,I forgot.”

,,Okay, so Tara brought you something,” chuckled Javier.

Tara was taller then Tee, and she had dark brown, almost black hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a hoodie and her lip and eyebrow were pierced. Now she smiled and slowly extended a hand towards Pet, waiting for it to sniff it before she ran her fingers through its thick fur.

,,I brought you some treats,” she said. Pet blinked a few times, confused. Treats? Weren´t treats meant for… Normal, good pets? Pets who were actually cute and pretty and not… monsters?

Tara reached in her pocket and pulled out a plastic packet. Pet flicked its ears as she opened it, reached inside and offered it a small piece of something that smelled very, very good.

Pet anxiously glanced at Master.

,,Go for it, buddy,” he assured it. ,,You can take it.”

Pet slowly, carefully brought its nose to Tara´s palm, waiting to be slapped. Tara smiled at it. ,,It´s all yours,” she said softly.

Pet nervously opened its mouth a bit, reaching for the treat, trying its best not to get its saliva all over Tara´s palm. It took the treat and chewed it softly, surprised by how crunchy and tasty it is. It chirped a little and Tara giggled. ,,So cute.”

Pet´s ears flicked. Was it?

,,Have you named it yet?” asked Tee and scratched behind Pet´s ear. Pet gratefully leaned to their touch, desperate to prove that Tara was right.

,,No,” admitted Javier. ,,Haven´t thought about it yet.”

,,Can I name it?” Sidi perked up. ,,It looks like a… Bella. I would call it Bella.”

Tee rolled their eyes. ,,C´mon, Sidi, look at how cool it is. You can´t just call a giant winged wolf Bella.”

Sidi scoffed and stuffed a cookie in her mouth.

,,Do you know anything about its previous owner?” Tara asked as she wrapped her arm around Tee´s shoulders and sat on the couch.

,,I just know that it was a huge dick,” shrugged Javier and headed over to the kitchen corner to make them coffee. ,,Pet ended up kinda traumatized.”

Sidi scoffed again. ,,Traumatised? Dude, its a fucking scary, probably dangerous creature. Of course he had to be strict with it.”

,,How could it be dangerous?” argued Javier and Pet shivered when it sensed the slight tone of anger in his voice. ,,I mean, look at it, Sidi. It almost had a heart attack when you jumped at it. It could´ve bite you or scratch you and it did nothing. I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't hurt a fly.”

Pet for once wished it could speak. It wanted to tell them the things Old Master did to make sure it would never, never hurt him, or even think about hurting him. He made it hurt others, though. It hated that. It didn´t want to cause harm, it just- it just wanted to be good. But that girl, Sidi, was right. Old Master had to be strict. It deserved that. It was still just a beast, a potentional threat, and Old Master made sure it would never try to hurt its owner or his friends.

It curled up next to its cage, far enough from the couch to not annoy Master´s friends. Tara turned on the TV and they started watching a movie. Javier waited till the coffee was done and brought it over to the couch, sitting next to Sidi, who instantly clinged to him. Javier sighed, Pet could sense he was uncomfortable, but he didn´t push the girl away. He turned to Pet and it lowered.

,,Come here, little one,” he suggested. ,,You can watch it with us.”

Pet wasn´t sure. It didn´t want to bother them, but Master ordered it to come, so it did without a second thought. Master ruffled its fur and then patted a place next to him.

,,C´mon, up, little one.”

Pet obeyed and curled up next to his side, purring softly when he put his arm around it.

Sidi chuckled. ,,Little one?” she repeated. ,,That thing is all kinds of stuff, but definitely not little.”

Javier shook his head. ,,It likes that nickname. And I like it too.”

Pet flinched when it heard the stern warning in his voice. It clinged to his side, pressed its head into his hand and hoped it would never do anything that would make Master use this tone on it.

[bode-leone]

coming to the terrible, awful conclusion reading this stuff about C-PTSD that booker may subconsciously view andy and joe and nicky as victimisers in the sense that she's the one leading the group that continues to push him into war and conflict (traumatisation) and joe and nicky are her leads and despite it all still see them in an immensely positive light and as family.

that he also sees the very appearance of immortality as a punishment for something he's done, perhaps even for the way he couldn't save his Jean-Pierre.

"During severe and ongoing trauma, victims may undergo a process of internalization at the body-image level. Not only do they accept that they are getting what they deserve, they also internalize the notion that they are unworthy and even responsible for what is happening to them."

and in the end, it all comes back to the method in which andy becomes a definitive figure in the view of booker. we know she's changed since quynh was thrown into the sea, as seen by the marked difference in the english flashbacks, so it's understandable that there would be changes in the way that she relates to booker who's had no experience of her before this horrifying trauma. easier to be harsher and more stoic, less open and more emotionally internalised, but the unrelenting strain of existence for andy had likely translated into an added layer of stress to everyone if she tried to deal with it through my military excursions.

"In severe and ongoing trauma, the perpetrator has full and total control over the victim. This control goes beyond the physical reality: In a deeper sense, the perpetrator gains controls over the victim’s mind: “the perpetrator becomes the most powerful person in the life of the victim, and the psychology of victim is shaped over time by the actions and beliefs of the perpetrator”."

This all is, not to say that andy did anything wrong towards booker but more the intricacies and pitfalls of psychology and psychological traumatology. however, there is all the more reasoning seen in the movie to suggest that the single year off only occurred due to andy being unable to cope any longer which allows for a possible suggestion that the life they lived gravitating around war and conflict which is a common experience of dissociative PTSD/C-PTSD.

**EDIT: quotes taken from: Ataria Y. (2018) The Destructive Nature of Complex PTSD. In: Body Disownership in Complex Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. Palgrave Macmillan, New York.

[margotverger]

top 5 best hannibal takes and worst hannibal takes. go

okay i’m going to do this generally on what other people’s takes (that i’ve seen or read somewhere) are because none of my hannibal takes are bad. 

top 5 best:

that margot should have been butch in the tv show and that the margot/alana romance could have been developed a little more, i’ll elaborate more on the butch angle in top 5 worst, but i think while i enjoy marlana in s3 (who doesn’t) i do think that there could have been a Little More to it, especially since there was admittedly a lot of gratuitous metaphorical work on a visual or verbal level in early s3 that didn’t... really do much after the first few, and that i think bryan fuller definitely got a bit self-indulgent. while i love s3 i think it was weaker because it got quite ensnared in feeling like it had to explain everyone’s individual recovery (not a bad thing necessarily and the looping narrative definitely had this feeling of “time has been changed, mutilated, adjusted after mizumono”, but on a narrative level it could have probably still been achieved but left more room for things to. Happen) and i think that some of the excess could have been trimmed to allow for more margot-alana development beyond simply talking about taking revenge, i would have loved to see some genuine conversation that only affected both of them that made us realise just why alana would raise the child with her, why they would get marriedーalana having very little dating life and presumably trauma around relationships since her immediate ex tried to murder her and is also a serial killer, and margot having been traumatised repeatedly due to being a lesbian in a very homophobic family, they deserved some space in order to explore why exactly they mean a lot to each other. even a singular scene that didn’t depend on taking vengeance on the men who hurt them would have given us enough i think. 

lara jean chorostecki’s hot take (implied) that freddie would have a wife. groundbreaking. love that. regardless of bryan fuller i am assuming with full confidence that freddie lounds has a wife after the timeskip

autistic will graham. enough said. hugh dancy’s only stupid thing was saying will isn’t autistic. that was a sin. will graham is autistic

lesbian abigail hobbs. lesbian abigail hobbs!

the hot take that hannibal doesn’t do its women characters justice, this isn’t just about deaths (i do agree that for the gothic horror narrative characters are doomed to some extent, and i don’t overly grieve over deaths that came too early, so i’m not too fussed) but on a writing level, bryan fuller definitely tries to portray himself as a very woman-positive author who introduces feminine energy - and he does! but at the same time there is a lack in developing relationships between women, and for a story to truly give space to be a genuinely woman-positive story there needs to be strong relationships between women that don’t depend on men; obviously since hannibal’s presence is insidious and infects everything, as is his luciferian ways, and will’s often the binding agent, this can’t be entirely avoided but regardless of hannibal they can exist, on some small level, individually. we saw that a lot in s1! between abigail and freddie and alana and abigail mostly, plus there was a small glimpse at it in season 3 with bedelia and chiyoh (underrated imo i would love to see further into why bedelia has her views of chiyoh and what that means ... i hope they interact again if hannibal s4 comes to pass!). so it proves there is room for it. it doesn’t need to be every episode or even have a huge arc but seeing hannibal pass the bechdel test more than like. twice a season would be nice!

top 5 worst takes:

that bedannibal is more romantic than hannigram (lol)... i love bedelia and bedannibal a lot but that’s just. hm. incorrect

that hannibal has never loved anybody except will. i’ve wrote about this before but i think that’s a deliberate misunderstanding of the character hannibal. what is unique about hannibal and will’s relationship is not the presence of love but the presence of being changed by that love; transformation is at its core, the openness to being adjusted or altered... recognition, seeing, understanding, and that allowing compassion not only for the other (in hannibal’s case) but for the self (in will’s case). hannibal loves a lot, but his love is not separate from crueltyーi think this is where people misunderstand. just because he is willing to hurt or harm people isn’t, in the narrative (not in real life), because he doesn’t love them. his cruelty is because he loves people enough he wants to bring them to the height of their being, in extremis. he loved alana, which is why he showed her a chance at mercy. he loved bedelia. he loved jack. he loved abigail! he loved bella especially, and he genuinely mourned. these went beyond fascinations; these were genuine expressions of affection, love, whether they be platonic or romantic or familial. hannibal’s flaw is not that he is incapable of love. and personally i think to disrespect his relationships with other characters (who are all women, black or both lol) in order to further isolate the white m/m relationship is... not ideal. not a sign that someone is wholly prejudiced but i think it’s something we should be critical about, especially when hannibal through word of god is confirmed to love other people. 

bryan fuller’s own take that margot being femme is somehow less prejudiced or problematic than if she was butch. i haven’t read the book yet but i already know that margot’s portrayal as a butch lesbian was problematic but thomas harris is . undoubtedly prejudiced in many ways and that’s a fault of him, not a fault of the existence of being butchーbeing butch isn’t just a “stereotype” it’s a genuine mode of existence, it’s an intricate relationship with gender, sexuality and love, and butchness deserves to be represented as something beautiful, desirable and complex... instead of just deciding she should be conventionally feminine because that’s somehow more progressive. but then again he also made her have sex with a man so you know. lol

ANY take that involves over-analysing who is a top or who is a bottom and then rendering the characters into homophobic/fetishistic stereotypes. it’s ugly! it’s weird! keep that shit away from me. also any take involving “dark!will”. again that just does the character of will disrespect lol. the whole point of will is that he is morally complex and perhaps beyond the human scopeーhe is not just an echo of hannibal... i’ve seen one too many fics where will just becomes a savage brutal unfeeling murderer who only cares about hannibal after s3. like please watch the show

that hannibal is a narcissist/sociopath... or any other ableist interpretations. not every villain is a narcissistic (a genuine disorder) sociopath (just another word associated with npd etc) just because they do bad things. they’re very real disorders that people deal with and are infinitely more complex than just a character having a god complex and killing people. the whole point about hannibal is that he exceeds what is considered neurodivergent and while i don’t mind if people with similar disorders relate to him (much like how i relate to will’s autistic traits) i think a lot of bad comes from people throwing the label sociopath around because it becomes dehumanising and leads to further stigma against truly vulnerable people. 

basically any trope that just does a character a disservice or neglects the actual story in further of fetishistic thinking, prejudiced thinking, ableist thinking... will graham can be autistic because of his empathy (i’ve seen it implied that he can’t be because of it when, as a very empathetic autistic person, hyper-empathy is a very common if not universal symptom, it just appears differently) and hannibal is not a sociopath just because he kills and eats people. and we should all have a little sip of critical thinking juice

[ad1thi]

genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist (thief?)

based on this prompt by @writing-and-nutmeg (i hope you don’t mind that i used it without asking you first)

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Bucky sees him as he’s exiting the car, slipping out of the driver’s seat and looking furtively left and right before he closes the door

It takes a second for Bucky to grasp what’s going on, since the man is in a suit (that clings to his legs like its been painted on) and he isn’t generally expecting his car to be broken into during his weekly run to the grocery store

By the time it all processes and he realises what just happened, and that the man with the amazing ass got out of Bucky’s car; the man is a half block away 

Bucky runs after him to catch up, slipping in and out of the New York crowd and shoving while also trying to not accidentally knock someone into traffic

The man is surprisingly fast for someone who isn’t running (though that’s be expected of a thief, he thinks) and his small stature means that Bucky spends more time craning his neck than he does actually catching up to him

He makes it 5 blocks before the man slips through the doors of Stark Industries and a string of expletives fall from Bucky’s mouth before he realises that he’s in earshot of an old woman who looks vaguely traumatised

‘Shittin,” he mutters under his breath as he trudges back to his car, “what’s a man working at Stark Industries doing breaking into an army vet’s car?”

He finally makes it past the crowd of teens who’ve just poured out of Starbucks with drinks so sugary Bucky can smell them; and curls his hand into a fist when he sees a familiar piece of paper on the dashboard

He slips inside and grabs the piece of paper, fishing around for his wallet; but falters when he reads what it says

im sorry for breaking into your car, its choppy handwriting, and quickly written, but i was going mad with hunger and i couldn’t resist when i saw the snickers bar,” the next part is crossed out so it takes a second for Bucky to spread it out and read it, honestly its your fault for leaving your car unlocked and tempting me with a Snickers bar do you know what that does to my diet its no excuse and im really sorry, and i hope you understand

He shifts his finger off to see the hastily scribbled number and under it, pls call me so i can repay you! Tony x

He brushes his left thumb over the x, a small smile on his lips as he pulls the clutch and drives into the road

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Tony’s in the middle of a well deserved 5 minute nap when his phone goes off, startling him back into the world of the conscious

“Tony Stark speaking,” he says on automatic- holding the phone to his ear

There’s silence on the other end

“Hello?” he says again, and after another 5 seconds, “is anyone there?”

Someone clears their throat, “I’m really sorry Mr Stark,” and that voice would be so good as a phone sex operator

“I think,” Mr-not-a-phone-sex-operator continues; oblivious to Tony’s less than charitable thoughts, “that somebody left your number instead of theirs by mistake I’m really sorry”

“This number is known by exactly 5 people,” Tony says, before he can cut the line, “how did you get it?”

“Someone,” there’s a slight pause, “someone left it on my car dashboard after stealing my Snickers?”

“Oh!” Tony sits up straighter, “No, no mistake. That was me. I’m terribly sorry about that but I was running late for a meeting and I needed something to eat. I promise I can pay you back”

“You stole my Snickers?!” the voice pitches slightly at the end, and despite himself, Tony snorts

“Yes I did, and I am terribly sorry about that,” he pushes up his shirt sleeve to see his watch, “I can meet you at the Stark Industries coffee shop in another hour or so, does that work?”

“Mr Stark it was just a Snickers bar its not that big of a -”

Tony cuts him off, “I want to, and please; call me Tony”

Mr-not-a-phone-sex-operator sighs, “The coffee shop in an hour, got it”

“What’s your name?” Tony might actually be the worst playboy in the world

“I’m sorry?” his voice is further away, like he’s moved the phone away to end the call

“For the doorman,” Tony says quickly, “I need your name so the doorman knows to let you in”

“Oh,” and it might just be Tony’s imagination, but the man sounds relieved, “Bucky Barnes”

“What kind of name is -” Tony physically bites his tongue to stop himself from completing that sentence, “I’ll see you in an hour Mr Barnes”

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Bucky gives himself about 5 seconds to process what just happened before it sinks in that he checked out Tony Stark’s ass and then promptly freaks out

But he makes it into the coffeeshop in time anyway, wearing his nicest leather jacket and the jeans that Nat said hugged him in all the right places

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There’s a man who looks like absolute sin making his way over to Tony, and while this is ideal in literally any other scenario, Tony is about to meet Mr-not-a-phone-sex-operator and he needs to bring his A game and Mr-leather-jacket will fuck that all up and -

“Mr. Stark?” leather jacket stops in front of him, and stretches out his hand, “I’m Bucky Barnes”

oh good they’re the same person

oh god they’re the same person

“Tony Stark,” he shakes the proffered hand, “nice to meet you”

“You already know who I am, genius playboy billionaire philanthropist, but tell me a bit about yourse - “

“Thief,” Bucky cuts him off and Tony blinks as he processes what’s been said

“I’m sorry?”

There’s a small smirk on Bucky’s lips (that Tony wants to kiss off), “I said, thief. You missed thief”

“I’m not a -” Tony splutters, “there were mitigating circumstances, I should be acquitted”

“Please,” Bucky bends forward, propping his head up on his elbows, “do tell”

Fin