#MARINA THE WOMAN YOU ARE AND THE WAY I LOVE YOU CRAZY

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

It’s missing the best character and one of the best and well written characters in all of Bridgerton hours like no one is ever topping her I’m afraid as the best character along side Colin Edwina Lady Danbury Queen Violet Charlotte Portia and Pen! they could never make me hate you MOTHER see when you are that girl Marina! pretty baddie girls always win and you will too! LOML!

Colin really said fcvk society rules and locked himself inside a private room with her ALONE he’s just like me fr because I would’ve given the chance even pulled a Gregory at their wedding😂 I really am no better then a man when it comes to her or violet or pen in ep5 when she shows her yk🫣how embarrassing to be like a man

‪no wonder Colin feel heads over heels for MOTHER after seeing her he so real me 🤭 probably why he’s my best boy! the way he saw her and was like who is that love at first sight 1st love kinda thing hits different y’all‬

[evolnoomym]

Washing Machine Heart 🩶 Pt.1

Mom’s Best-friend!Joel Miller x f!reader

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: Your Mom is not nice to you, her only Daughter, always picking on you whenever she can. To get back at her you decide to seduce and fuck her Highschool Best-friend Joel Miller. Oh she also has a crush on him so that’s a bonus.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, implied abuse, childhood trauma, alcohol, smut, reader has no name only nicknames, size difference, age gap, readers age is mentioned and Joel is more than double sooo, mommy issues, strained relationships, petty shit, cream pie, tittys, choking kind of, teasing, Joel is tiny bit Pervy, of course Daddy kink, unprotected p in v,

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: I was mad so this is what I cooked up lol

Shoutout to @cafekitsune for the dividers 🫶🏻

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. This is my first time writing smut sooooo be nice please. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly. 🖤

Song’s I listened to while writing:

I Hate My Mom by GRLwood

Class of 2013 by Mitski

I hope ur miserable until ur dead by Nessa Barrett

Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA

Backstabber by Kesha

Jerk by Oliver Tree

You know exactly when the relationship between you and your mother started deteriorating- The day she decided to choose your loser Stepdad, the one she only dated for 4 years, over her own 8 year old daughter. From then on you took a backseat in her life yet she still expected you to take care of her all needs. You hate her for what she did and you miss her like a little kid. You had to drag her home when she drank too much, you can’t even remember how often that happened. Always having to jump in between that asshole and her fighting cuz even though she practically emotionally abandoned you, you still wanted to protect her from harm's way. She forced you to grow up so quickly, it’s her fault you never got a real childhood.

For years you accepted that this is normal. The screaming, the violence and the degrading words became a part of growing up. You were a kid but not clueless, someone who loves you wouldn’t have done all of this. And yet all of them tried so hard to make you shut up and believe it’s what you deserved.

Luckily what happened did not entirely break you. No, you grew into someone who fought for herself since no one ever did that.

Of course you hoped she might realize her mistakes, apologize and change but nothings new with her. She’s great at pretending to be a better person to the outside world, than she is in reality, behind closed doors the mask unveils an ugly woman. A narcissistic self absorbed monster that took all your joy away.

It’s pathetic considering how much she always talks about getting abused by her own father but instead of breaking the cycle she doubled down on it. Going as far as using that as an excuse for what she did to her own child.

She only kinda stopped the abuse once you no longer were a small child. Now that you could fight back she did not corner you anymore.

But just because she couldn’t hit you anymore doesn’t mean the picking on you stopped, no, it was her mission to rid you of the last remaining confidence and self love.

In each screaming match she tried so hard to gaslight you into believing you were crazy for feeling offended by her disgusting behavior.

One time you asked why she hit you as a little kid and the answer left you completely blown away. She expressed that you cried so much, and did it to provoke her. What else could she have possibly done other than raise her hand?

Or another time she refused to acknowledge that she hit you at all but a second later told you that perhaps if she would’ve done worse you would’ve turned out better.

At some point you stopped calling her Mom and only went with her name. You knew that it must hurt but did she really deserve that title after everything she did?

Now at 21 years old the relationship is just as rocky, not much has changed.

Your mom has basically zero friends, she’s a bitch of course no one would want to be too close, well except for Joel…..Joel Miller that somehow was her friend.

Perhaps only since they have known each other since High School, he might have felt some kind of obligation towards her due to that. She told you once that Joel was the boy every girl had a crush on with his whole guitar playing thing they all swooned over him.

Even now all those years later Joel was a beautiful specimen, tall, broad shoulders, huge hands, strong arms you’d like to be enveloped by, tanned freckled skin, a cute butt, gorgeous brown curls with slightly gray streaks showing his age, big brown eyes, a prominent nose and soft pillow like lips.

You understand why your Mom had a crush on him, any woman would bend over for him if he’d say so. She thought it was not too noticeable but unlike Joel you caught it immediately.

She made you the reason for her life being so shitty but now after years of torment you saw a chance at really giving her a reason to hate you. Maybe something is wrong with you for liking the idea of breaking her heart so much but you honestly couldn’t care less. The one you felt sorry for most was probably Joel; he would be the pawn in your deranged game without knowing.

As it turns out though Joel is not as innocent as expected, the more you tried to get closer the more you realized he might be easier to seduce than originally anticipated.

You started with small things like hugging him a bit longer than normally so he could feel you perky full tits squished against his chest. Touching his arms and squeezing them but not too much as if to draw attention to it. And from his reactions, he did not seem to mind.

You were not worried about your mother, she never was the most alert to begin with.

When Joel came over for a barbecue you used the time alone with him in the garden while your mother was in the kitchen preparing god knows what to impress him.

Joel and you had some interesting conversations.

“Soooo you work in contracting, right?” You asked him sweetly. Joel chuckled “Yeah sweetheart, I do. But ya know tha’ already, so why ask?” You played it off as much as you could “Just making sure you didn't decide to switch career paths in the time I haven’t seen you…” you look up at him through your lashes, cheekily biting your lip. Joel of course fell into the trap, his eyes going down to your plush lips in mere seconds. Got ya you dirty old men.

You stepped closer until you two were only a couple inches apart. His chest almost touched yours. In this position you really had to Crane your neck up to keep eye contact consistent.

“What are ya doing Baby,huh?” Joel tilted his head slightly down towards your face. You just giggled at him “Nothin Joel, just…” with that you put your hands on his wide chest ruining them down over his enticing slightly protruding belly. “I know you stare at my ass alllllll the time. I also know you like it when I walk close by you and graze you with my tits. My little skimpy outfits turn you on as well don’t they,huh Joel?” You smirk at him.

You can see how he clenches his jaw…ohhh yes you got him figured out.

He hisses low and menacing at you “You are a little slut ain’t ya, baby. Groping a man over double your age. Teasin me with those sugar tits and that tight lil ass….”

You can see his pupils dilate till his eyes look close to being completely blacked out. You muse “Yeah I’m a whore but you like that don’t you?” With that you cup his hard cock over his shorts he decided to wear today.

He gasps and immediately grips your wrist to yank those devilish hands away from his throbbing length. Especially when he hears your mother’s voice calling out from inside the house.

He backs off and tries to catch his breath as well as calm his raging hard on down to an unnoticeable minimum. Before he leaves to figure out what she called for he turns to you and lifts an accusing finger towards you.

“We ain’t done baby, ya gonna make it up to me for teasin and leavin me all high and dry, mkay?” He tilts his head almost to intimidate you but to no avail you’re just a massive brat “Hmmm sure Joeliii but i think your underwear is anything but dry.” You giggle and continue “Probably full of pre cum am I right,huh?”

Joel can’t believe what he’s gotten himself into and just shakes his head while turning to the house.

Somehow he made it through the barbecue without your mother noticing any tension between Joel and you. Stupid of her but good for you.

In the weeks after that afternoon you and him kept secretly meeting up. Most of the time at his house or he’d pick you up with his truck to drive you somewhere where he could have you without any distractions, of course when your mom wasn’t home. She might be stupid but even to her it would be weird why you suddenly start taking trips with Joel and she should not be suspicious.

Also during the talks with Joel that happened when taking a break between fucking it was once again made clear that he for whatever reason had not an ounce of knowledge about your mom’s crush.

The plan for how the reveal should go was set in motion. Your mom was driving out to one of those weird grocery stores that sold the health powders she drowned herself in, in hopes of making her more pretty from the inside out but to no avail the rot can’t be reversed.

You knew how long that would take her, it gave you enough time to fuck Joel in her favorite spot on the couch. Yeah petty and perhaps childish but you don’t care make her remember how you defiled her lovely couch with the man she was in love with.

Joel showed up 10 minutes after she drove off. You barely got the door closed behind him before he pounced on you. It’s been a few weeks since you fucked him last, you wanted him to be desperate for it so he’ll might be more focused on pounding you then notice that your mother is returning.

He immediately slotted his lips over yours, his hands grabbing at your hips with urgency.

You spin with him attached to your lips so you can guide him where you want him, on the couch. His breathing is already elevated and by the significantly evident bulge he’s massively turned on. Good, the less rational thinking the better.

While you push him towards the couch his lips slip down your jaw and land on your throat kissing and sucking all over. Between those kisses he huffs “Babyyy - I’ve - missed - ya so - much…” you just hum as an answer and when the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch he’s forced to unlatch from you.

He falls back, his head hitting the soft pillows so he’s only slightly elevated. You wink at him “yeah I bet you have and most of all He has missed me huh? Looks almost painful, did you not touch yourself in meantime?”

He sounds a bit whiny in his response “No Baby haven’t touched myself, saved it all for ya greedy little pussy.” Even when you think to have the upper hand he reminds you how different it actually is. “Come on baby, why don’t ya take of that lil skirt an’ take seat on my lap.” While grabbing at his crotch.

Your mouth is watering but there’s no time today to get your mouth on him like you usually love to. At his dirty words you can feel some wetness gush from your pulsing cunt, coating the inside of your thighs. As requested you slip your flowy skirt down your legs.

Joel let's out a gasp „No panties baby? Ya naughty little slut.“ he chuckles and you retort „Don’t need them if I’m with you, so why make it harder than it needs to be?“ at that Joel can only nod.

„Come here Sweet Moon Love.“ he demands.

You get on your hands and knees between his spread legs that lay on the couch. Slowly crawling towards him teasing him with your tits that are almost spilling out of your skimpy tank top.

When you finally sit down on his jeans-covered cock he lets out a sound of relief. Your knees on either side of his hips and his hands immediately find home on your hips and ass, kneading and caressing the skin there.

„Fuck Moon ya turn me on so much take of that goddamn top and show me those sweet sugar tits.“

So you do, slipping it over your head and throwing it somewhere behind you. He’s not surprised by the lack of a bra. He knows you hate wearing them and if he’s honest he loves that a lot, easier access and all.

Joel’s hands go from your hips up to the tits he loves so much. Carefully touching them, his warm hands and the wonderful feeling making it unable not to moan. Swiping his calloused fingers over your nipples, twisting them with determination causing you to keen.

You start arching your back towards his groping hands. His administrations cause the pull in your lower stomach to Continuously get stronger. You are convinced his jeans are covered in your juices and without realizing you’ve started to rub your bare pussy over his bulge with vigor.

„Joel enough I need you inside me, now!“ You don’t even wait for a response, lifting your hips and loosening his belt and unbuttoning the buttons of his jeans. With his help you drag his pants down but only so much that you are able to pull his throbbing cock out of the confines that are his blue boxers and you can see a huge dark spot where pre cum leaked, making you look at Joel chuckling „You really want it huh? Daddy” with a sweet lilt that makes his dick Twitch in your hands.

He just groans “Baby Moon if ya don’t sit down on my cock right now I’ll do it myself and I won’t give ya time to adjust.” He threatens but it really only turns you on more.

You peer up at the clock and see that you only have about 15 minutes left.

You take your original position and when his warm length slips through your moist folds his pre cum mixing with your own juices to create an addicting squelching sound.

At this point the dark hair nestling at the base of his cock and his happy trail are completely soaked.

“Gosh, Sweetheart she’s gushing all over me, put it in. She wants my cock don’t keep her waitin” you love when he talks in this way about your cunt, makes you wetter if that’s even possible.

You lift up a bit again and take hold of his length with one hand, the other on his chest to stabilize yourself. Dragging his leaking head through your glossy folds before lining him up with your gushing opening. You take one deep inhale cuz you know it’ll be a stretch even with how often you've done this.

Before sinking down on him you look at him there’s guilt somewhere deep in your conscience but you shake your head, you ain’t backing out now.

You slowly start to sink down when Joel decides it’s not quick enough so he grips your hips and in one swift fast motion sheets his huge dick inside your tight cunt.

“Ahhh..-ah J-Joel what the fuck” you hiss slapping his chest hard for being so impatient.

He huffs “Sorry Baby but Daddy has waited long enough for Her, just shush.” He actually has the audacity to shush you.

You get used to the feeling of being so filled to the brim and slide back & forth for a moment.

Then you put your feet down flat on the couch and grip the headrest behind him before starting to fuck him in earnest. Up and down at first slowly but steadily you get quicker and harder. Joel can’t even speak unless you count his obnoxiously loud moaning and growling.

“Yeah how you like that old man, hmm Daddy you're all quiet this pussy shut you up good, huh?” You wonder and out of nowhere one of Joel’s big hands grips your throat making you slow your movements to a minimum. He pulls your face toward his and grunts “Baby Moon ya need to be put in your place, ya bratty ass is treading on some mighty thin ice.”

He gives you one hard peck and then shoves your face in his neck. You don’t complain, you love when he’s so rough with you and his musky masculine smell is your favorite.

Joel pulls his legs up and plants his feet on the couch just like you did and then he starts to relentlessly push up into you at an alarming speed so hard that if it weren’t for the arm pinning you to his chest you’d fall off.

“Jo-Joel….Joel it’s so good ah…don’t stop” you babble in his ear and opposite to his harsh pounding he soothes “Shhh Baby I know, I know it’s so much for ya and Her. But listen to how much she’s enjoying it.”

And he’s right besides the obscene “plap, plap, plap” of skin hitting skin you can hear the wet squelching from the place you're both connected. “I’m close baby, where?” He asks while slipping a hand between your bodies to touch your neglected clit and immediately your whiny moans get even louder “I-in…inside Daddy. Pleaseee cum inside me.”

You beg and he loves that “Hmm yeah, ya wanna be filled up Baby?” He questions “God yes Daddy fill me up, please pleasee” you want nothing more than to feel him spill inside of you.

Seems that when Joel told you he was kinda deaf in his right ear it wasn’t a lie or maybe the plan of making him so desperate to fuck you that he won’t hear the door unlocking worked out.

But you can hear the slight clicking and the closing of the door. Unlike what you expect she does not start screaming, no, she’s eerily quiet. Perhaps it’s due to not having realized who exactly you're screwing as if there’s no tomorrow or simple shock.

Joel under you seems to have reached his end and without any preamble he starts shooting his warm cum deep inside your tight hole. The warm sensation combined with his unrelenting rubbing your clit pushes you over the finish line too. With that you pull up from his neck and drag him up as well, crossing your arms around his neck and kissing him.

You know she is right there at the threshold, you don’t care and to rub it in even more you say “Thank you Daddy, I love you.” And as if he knows his role Joel answers “I love you too little Moon.”

And that might have been the final straw, she speaks up and it flips out into incoherent screaming. Joel is immediately startled; he lightly pushes you off, quickly tugging himself back into his jeans and getting up to explain. You however get up slowly and put your top and skirt back on.

With the lack of panties you can feel his spend leaking out of you and you’re sure there’s very evident stains on Joel’s jeans that your mother must see.

The back and forth they must be having doesn’t even register to you. The blissful buzzing from the orgasm and the satisfaction of having succeeded in hurting her are making you all dozzy.

But then she comes charging at you screaming in your face “You’re smiling, you think this is funny??? I knew you were a bitch who only ruins everything, you are a worthless piece of shit a absolute waste of space” she’s so hysterical but you don’t care, it’s good she’s showing her true colors for Joel to see.

She continues “You are disgraceful and shameful for the entire family. I want you out of the house now. You are dead to me.” She probably thinks those words could hurt but it’s nothing compared to all the horrible things she did in the past. You just smirk at her nodding which infuriates her more than any comeback could.

With that you slip past her, Joel looks completely stunned by what just unfolded before his eyes. You don’t acknowledge him much, quickly skipping up the stairs,entering your room, grabbing a suitcase and filling it with the most important items. Then shuffling out of your room locking it behind you. You heave the suitcase down the stairs, no sign of Joel all you can hear is her crying in the living room, it amuses you, not an ounce of sympathy left for her. You don’t bother saying bye just open the front door and out you are.

The surprise is waiting in front of the house, Joel, he didn’t leave but instead waited for you.

He looks at you “Did it mean anything to you at all, or was it just a big joke?” He doesn’t look hurt, just confused. You close the distance between him and you “I wish it wouldn’t but it’s not possible to not feel anything, look at you Joel you’re a so beautiful so caring of course I fell for you.” He nods and takes your suitcase out of your hand. “Wh..what are you doing ?” You question “I’m taking ya home Moon, think I’d let you run around these streets? Get in the car” he urges.

And you do, when he drives off you don’t look back once.

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[pensbridge]

I think the view that the Bridgerton women have to be some evil witches and to make a point on your personal stance, you must pit their faults against each other, acting like one is an angel and the other has manipulative motives is just WRONG on so many levels.

Marina tried to trap a man and she said some horrible offensive things to Penelope, who did nothing wrong at that point.

Marina was an alone pregnant woman, driven to desperate measures in an attempt to protect herself, AND she was an 18 year old who thought that she was mature and used her words against her cousin who she felt couldn't understand in her times of stress.

Eloise sticks her nose into other people's business and she was also getting herself into trouble seeing the worker at the print shop.

Eloise is characterized as headstrong, so thinks she knows best. She is 19 and teenagers think they can do, say, and know everything more than anyone else.

Penelope is manipulative. She's just bitter and she could have handled the situation better. Why didn't she?

Penelope is a 19 year old, who didn't know who to turn to for help (at 17), so tried to take matters into her own hands. She's someone who we know has difficulty speaking up so it makes sense her inability to do so as she tried to tell Colin.

Edwina is so dumb. How could she not see what was right in front of her face? She's wrong for going forward with Anthony when she did not know anything that was happening between them. Unknowing, she's keeping them apart; I hate her!

Blame the writers, blame the producers; I don't know. This one is crazy to me how someone who did nothing wrong gets blame as if this plot called for her to be some conniving mastermind. guess 2 South Asian women of color can't be built up. Also she is 18!

See a pattern? These are teenagers! They are naive and in belief that that know more! Everyone is this universe is morally wrong at times. Everyone does things based on their personal beliefs at the time and individual motivations. Everyone has been selfish. That's what makes them humanly written.

Also as a note, the way female characters are written on this show seems to be based on an interest in complicated female relationships and how they can break apart but come back together, while having no contrary feelings to love toward one another.

-Edwina and Kate

-Eloise and Penelope

-Penelope and Marina

(I see it as there can be fights; there can be jealousy; there can be betrayals, but these in-universe characters would not hate the other the way some fans feel angry for them).

[spicyclover]

No one can hurt you

Summary : A dinner of revelation and tragedy.

Hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know in the comment section.

Thank you! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

DISCLAIMER : Rewrite and final version of "All the things you said" | Netflix show: One Day at the Time | Elena’s Story part | Season 3, ep 2.  WARNING: mention of physical and verbal aggression! Su*c*de WARNING !R@PE! WARNING: mention of SU*C*DE WARNING TOUGH CONTENT, BE AWARE

DISCLAIMER:  This story is fiction and has no correlation with reality. All site names making acts, violence or any other type of aggression are used for artistic purposes, and they did not commit those acts

If you need help. Please get help. You are loved, and your life is valued. Even if you don’t see it, you are loved.

The Monaco Grand Prix is in a few days and you will be slowly preparing for tonight’s dinner. Charles decided to organize a small evening for the pilots and their respective companions. It is in a magnificent hotel overlooking the sea that Charles booked the room and privatized the chef of the restaurant. The luxurious life of Monaco in its greatest fullness, you are always amazed by all the secrets that this small principality shelters.

You were third-wheeling your best friend Heidi to that party. She and Daniel invited you after running into you in the afternoon at the marina. Since you were little you know most of the pilots. So you are happy to have been invited to celebrate this new year of racing in Monaco with them. The evening was going well until the subject of the conversation crumbled into something darker.

“I gotta admit, I’m getting kind of confused.” Ends up saying, Checo rubbing his nose with his glass. 

“Oh, my god, me too. What if someone says, “I am not sleeping with you tonight?” And then... an hour later, they’re like, “Eh, fine.” What’s that?” Ask Lando, completely confused. 

“Unsurprising,” Pierre whispers under his breath, laughing. You laugh at with him, ignoring Lando's thunder.

“How many women have said, “Eh, fine”?” Questions Heidi sarcastically. 

“Yeah, I got to make some calls.”

“Now I’m perplexed.” Says Max trying to make sense of everything he heard. 

“I know. It’s confusing. I hate to admit it, but I feel sorry for men. This consent thing is tricky.” Kelly responded and gets up to pour herself more wine. 

“No.” You exclaim annoyed by her comment. “Women always blame themselves, and then the man never has to take responsibility. During rape prevention week at the university, all the signs are aimed at women. “Girls, don’t dress provocatively. Girls, don’t walk alone.” How about, “Hey, guys, don’t rape.”" You look up at Pierre knowing perfectly it will trigger him.

“Oh, my god, why are we talking about that? I took a couple pictures as a joke, and Cece thought it was funny.” Pierre exclaims as he gets up from his chair to get himself another beer at the bar. 

“Did she? Or did she feel like she had to laugh ‘cause she doesn’t know what else to do with your hand on her boob?” Everyone around the table falls silent and waits. You get up from your chair and walk you way to Pierre.

“Ok, sweetie, take it easy.” Adds Sebastian taking your arm and tries to calm the conversation.

“No. He thinks what he did is cute. You are basically a predator.” You accuse, pointing your finger at him. 

“You’re basically a psycho.” Pierre replies, knowing full well it will trigger you.

“Good, call me crazy for defending a woman’s right not to be groped!”

“You’re mad ‘cause the internet told you to be. You don’t know my life or even leave this apartment!” Pierre screams as he approaches you.

“Because of guys like you!” You answer with the same intonation. 

“What are you talking about?” Charles asks, taking your hand for you to sit down.

You and Charles are special. You’ve been like ass and shirt since childhood. You’ve known him since you were six. For as long as you can remember, Charles has always been one of your dearest childhood friends. You have shared so much together. No one has ever made you vibrate like he does. Usually his simple touch makes you calmer and reassuring. But you are no longer able to appreciate this contact that you cherish so much.

“You want to know?” You said, scoffing. “Okay. A couple of weeks ago, Heidi and I were coming home from the movies, and we were holding hands. And we noticed these guys staring at us, and then we changed the sidewalks , and they followed us.” You speak with tears in your eyes. 

“What?” Sebastian says concerned in his voice. His turn your body to him.

“Yes. And they were going, “Come one, you guys, kiss. We really wanna see it. Just kiss.” They thought that was really funny, too.” You continue telling while drinking a sip of your glass.

“It was actually terrifying.” Ends up adding Heidi after Daniel stares at her intently. 

“It was terrifying. And then we finally lost them in a crowd and ran home...” You finish in a huff trying to hold back your tears. Your hand hides your eyes and you try at best to find your calm.

Charles, in his divine goodness, hastens to extinguish you warmly. At first, his touch hurts you and you have only one desire to remove his hands from your dirty body. Yet you cling to him like a lifeline. Deep down, you know it's time. Time to tell what happened that night, a year ago. Nobody dares to speak at your revelation and everyone feels guilty for not knowing sooner.

“Umm... Last year after the Monaco Grand Prix. Lance Stroll raped me. He was my friend, and he raped me in my own bedroom. And then, he threatened me not to tell anyone... but. Why did he do this?” You ask breaking down in tears. “Sorry, I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what... I feel.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Sebastian asks tenderly, approaching you rubbing his hand on your back. 

“I tried, but... nobody listened to me.” You respond looking at Lando through your tears. Your eyes pierce Lando’s being. He doesn’t know where to put himself and his cheeks become red. He implores you to keep your mouth shut, but the situation no longer belongs to you. You feel the body of Charles being redeemed against yours and you notice that he followed your gaze.

“You knew.” He accuses Lando turning his attention abruptly towards him.

“I... I.” He tries to defend himself. “I didn’t know what to do.”

“Oh, you think she knew what to do either.” He yells, getting up from his chair and grabbing him by the collar. 

“Charles, let him go!” Orders Carlos. 

“You let her suffer silently when you knew what he did to her. I thought you were better than this. T’es qu’une grosse merde.” You’re a piece of shit

“Oh please, like you would have done something? We all know he’s untouchable and has done it before.” Admitted Lando, pushing Charles away. 

“What?” Sebastian speaks up. This is the first time he has heard this from his former teammate. He never thought he would ever see Lance in this light.

“Nothing.” 

“It’s nothing? He raped her, and now other girls too?” Charles advances again, preventing him from fleeing the situation.

“Don't play fouls, Charles. You were in his hotel room at the party in Abu Dhabi last year, and I quite remember your hands on some teenage girls, groping them.” He said suddenly, pushing Charles out of his way again.

“What?” You speak up, troubled by Lando's affirmation.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Charles turns to you, trying to explain himself. You get up from your chair and walk back as you see him approach.

“Don’t touch me.” You say, pushing him away. “Did you do it?”

“I... It’s not the same thing.” He justified himself.

“Yes. It actually is. Did you grope those teenage girls or worse raped them?” You ask scandalized. Charles, your best friend, your confidant, the one you most trust is capable of the same thing as the person who hurt you the most.

“Oui,” he admits in a small voice. “I didn’t want to.”

“You didn’t want to? What the fuck, Charles. What's wrong with you all?” You yell, taking your stuff and leaving as fast as possible. 

The thought of all this happening to so many more makes you sick. How could nobody speak up about this? You walk down the hotel hallway. You can hear footsteps and Charles's voice telling you to come back. When you get to the lobby, you ask for a taxi home. Tears fall down your cheeks, and you look at him as you push the door out. 

You take your taxi and give him your address. All you want right now is a shower. A warm and reassuring shower. To pull away all those memories and thoughts. You want to scream to the world. You want to smash your entire apartment down. You want to stay in bed for the rest of your life. You want to jump off the roof. You want to cut yourself so that the pain stops. You want to be set free.

You arrive at the complex. Your dark thought runs in circles in your head. Like a robot, you open the door, press the elevator, and finally unlock your apartment. You let your essentials fall on the ground with your bag and coat. Like a machine, you take your shoes off and open the lights. 

The sight of your home, which does not feel like home anymore. Since Lance pushes himself into you while you try to make him go away, this place hasn’t felt like home. You can’t even sleep in your own bed anymore. No matter how many times you clean the sheets, change the bed. This memory comes running back into your mind. Invade you like a parasite. 

You go to the bathroom and open the valve to fill the bathtub. You watch the water. You can hear your phone blowing up with notifications and calls. “Why does this world have to be this cruel?” You think, taking your clothes off. 

Your body envelops itself in the heat of the water, and you close your eyes. Your body slips in the bath. You head underwater. You hear focusing on your heart bit. You enjoy this moment of quietness and solitude. 

That’s it. You feel alone since that night he took your joy, your life, yourself. 

You can feel the water pressure you to gasp for air. Your head starts popping your blood. Your heart rises to find oxygen. You struggle. You have been struggling this long. You want to go, and you want to let go. 

You let the water go in, and suddenly, all the scary parts disappear. The explosion in your head fades away, and you’re not scared anymore. You find it relatively peaceful. Very peaceful. 

Strangely, you’re dreaming. Him with you. On a boat. Feeling the breeze in your hair. The warm sun on your skin. His light touches on your thigh. His breath on your neck. His lips are on your breast. You’re daydreaming. Are you? Is your mind trying to ease the pain in your heart? Is it even the day? 

Then. You open your eyes. You try to scream, but your head is under the water. You feel weak but strong. Sick but healthy. Chaos but at peace. You can feel your body wiggling, but your mind is different. No one can hurt you now. Quietly, your eyelids become heavy again, and what a moment ago hurt you the most now makes you feel good.

The water fills your lungs, and you sink more and more into the darkness. Nobody seems to pull you up. The seconds pass, but you no longer find the courage to go out. The bathtub disappears, and you find yourself in the sea. In a warm and welcoming sea; The Mediterranean. An infinity of blue. An infinity of sweetness. The noises are only deaf sounds, and you feel your brain more and more calm. The sun’s rays pass through the water, and you move further and further away from it. Your eyelids become more and more stretched.

Then you see beautiful blue eyes through the water. No fair. You can’t reach them but can’t stop staring at those ocean-blue eyes. Suddenly, you feel scared. Scared to leave those ocean eyes. You’re afraid, and you’re drowning under the waves of words you haven’t said to them, to you. 

You try to fight back this peaceful state, but darkness is an easier path than light. Suddenly the silence suffocates you, and you miss the sound surrounding you. 

Then comes the darkness.

When you leave the apartment, Sebastian watches Charles running after you. He can’t believe what has happened. He doesn’t want to consider it. How could he? He sees and goes to the door, and Charles is defeated on the ground. He passes by without a look and walk his way to the lobby. 

You have always been a fragile child. Even when you were a child. You were always this little fragile and precious porcelain doll. You’ve never been afraid of anything growing up. Sebastian always loved to see you grow up with him. Despite your age difference, he always considered you his little sister. The little one who needs to be protected from everything and at any cost. Knowing that you are suffering so much hurts him.

In the hallway, the walk seems long and endless, his thoughts wandering toward your shared memories. He remembers many summers spent in the countryside. At your grandparents' meadow, there was a vast field with a few horses grazing on the fresh grass. He remembers that beautiful-eyed little girl running in his direction.

You had dirt all over your clothes. Your hair was braided, and he still remembers the grass sticking in it. He remembers your laughter, which lit up the prairie thousands of miles away. Hearing you laugh has always been his favourite thing about you. Lost, it’s only when the doors block his way out that he remembers he has to go looking for you. He runs through the night towards your apartment.

Charles is devastated. Everything he tried to build with you has just broken in a moment. He feels lonely and ashamed. He wants you to know how much he loves you. How much you mean to him. How much you have become the center of his universe.

Before you, there was racing, and that was it. When you became something more his life change. It was as if you had lit the dormant fire in him. You have extinguished the flame since the death of his best companion, his father. You have given meaning to this quest. The stakes are not won but won for you.

He still remembers the first time he took you to his garage. You were with Sebastian. He was showing you around the Ferrari factory, showing you the different facilities, different parts. You were so captivated by his words, and your eyes were shining like stars in the sky. 

He remembers the moment when your eyes landed on him. The smile you had, and the dress you wore and the clip in your hair. He counts you. Unable to say anything. Captivated by your beauty.

“Hi, Charlie.” You said in your beautiful voice. 

He stuttered and blushed heavily. You laughed gently before putting your lips on each of his cheeks. He likes a kiss, and no, he likes your kisses. 

A hand falls on his shoulder, and he sees Pierre. Tears in his eyes prevent him from distinguishing himself perfectly, but he recognizes his friend.

“Don’t worry. She’ll come back.” He says softly. Taking him by the shoulders to lift him up and bring him back to the room. 

The others are still there. Confused and shaken, no one speaks. Silence reigns in the room, and no one knows what to say. Charles opens the patio door and leaves the fresh night air in the room. The city slowly began to calm down, and he heard the waves regularly hitting the harbour.

Daniel gets up and gets rid of the table. Putting this party away may make us forget the events that occurred. Heidi and Kelly help him while the others put orders in the room. No one dares to go to see Charles.

The hour passes quickly, and some decide to leave. They quickly greet the last remaining. Pierre observes his friend, who has not moved, and still looks at the sea.

It’s only when Charles' phone starts ringing that he looks away. He calmly enters the room and answers.

“Hello?”

You always liked the fields. You always loved hiding in the big wheat fields surrounding your grandparents' house when you were little. This stretch of yellow was as far as the eye could see. You liked feeling the stems between your fingers, the seeds melting to your touch, and the particular smell of wheat.

You remember a hot summer day. Lying on a tablecloth after a picnic, nature calms by this overwhelming heat, especially the calm of this yellow and green nature. You remember the farmer who held the farm. You spent days watching him working. Helping him through the mould. Watching him turn wheat powder into cereal. You remember this great man, always with a grain of wheat in his mouth that was constantly chewing.

You remember the hum that bees made at work. From wheat to wheat, pollen is harvested. You remember the nests in the hives that you created one summer. Your grandfather, with his jumpsuit, would go every morning and inspect the nests, and you loved watching him do it. You also loved to taste honey with each harvest. Honey is good. It’s sweet. It’s sweet. It’s wild.

You remember Sebastian. His blond hair, his smile, the sound of his kart engine. Many hours passed in his company at the track with his dad. You remember your big brother, following him and Sebastian all day long, like the annoying little sister you were. You remember falling from a tree after the boys thought it was a great idea to climb it. You see your brother jumping down the tree to get to you and hear Sebastian running back to the house to get help. You spent the night at the hospital. You broke your arms that summer, and you had a commotion. Your parents were furious and punished your brother for the rest of the vacation. 

You remember your first winter in the mountains. Mornings skiing, and afternoons making snowmen, eating maple syrup, drinking hot chocolate, just playing in the snow. See your happy brother’s face after he managed to get the last pancake.

You remember Sebastian’s victories. To see him move up from category to category. You remember his encounter with Hanna. You love Hanna. She is so sweet and kind. You remember your great jealousy towards her from the height of your twelve years. She who steals your Sebastian. She who steals your second brother. Oh yes, you were jealous, but she knew how to win your heart, and after all, she stayed.

You remember the Ferrari years. Everyone was in red. You saw the world with red glasses. Red like love. Red like anger. Red as the colour. Red as blood. It’s kind of at this time, when adolescence really starts that you start to change. Physically, mentally, and spiritually, you were no longer the wise little girl your parents admired and your brother despised. No, you grew up making mistakes, a lot of mistakes, until you met him.

Him. The golden boy. The one destined to be great.

You remember his perfume, his smell, his laughter, his mimics, his way of speaking, his way of being and his way of simply being. He intimidated you so much; this guy was destined for something big. Whereas you, we never expected much from you besides being pretty, lovely, not disturbing, quiet, and reserved.

Quiet. 

Reserved. 

Pretty. 

In those words, your brain falls into the dark side of your life. The darkened side of time. Painful and unhappy memories. The memories of him, the one who once was your best friend. He who once was your confidant. He who once saw fit to r*pe you.

To find you after the Grand Prix, in your apartment, in your house, in your home. To be a little too drunk, surely. To hold you firmly. To put his lips on yours. To hold your wrists. To put all his weight on your body. To force you into bed. To beg him to stop. To cry in silence. To feel it in you. To feel dirty. To feel unloved.

To feel alone, so lonely, too lonely. 

To find yourself curled up in a ball in a corner. To wait until morning for him to leave. To want to end your life. To end your nights. To seek help. To be abandoned. To be alone. To be dirty. To be silent. To be reserved. To be pretty.

To be pretty. 

To be pretty. 

To be. 

Silent is all you ask for. 

It’s been a long night. The hours have been staggering. The noises of monitors, nurses, doctors, and ambulances invade their ears. No one speaks, and no one dares speak. It is as if a white veil covers the weighing atmosphere and borrows all those present.

The wait is long, too long. They wait patiently for the outcome of this atrocious night, something that does not happen. Sebastian holds his head in his hands, tears have finished flowing, but his eyes are still red. He feels bad. He feels immense guilt. This mixture of shame, sadness, contempt and anger is eating him increasingly as the hours pass and pass before his eyes. He blames himself for not coming sooner. He blames himself for not holding you back. He blames himself for not seeing. He blames himself.

Full of life and ardour, this little girl was smothered under this icy water. Frozen in time. Only the repetitive sound of drops escaping from the pipe disrupted this freezing scene. She hides all her problems behind her smile. Never in his life has he thought of having this vision of you. This pure horror vision of an act yet so courageous. Because it takes courage to think about yourself before thinking about others. It takes courage to put yourself forward and not others. It takes courage to achieve what others have likely failed to achieve.

The roar of the machines stifled Charles. He closed his ears in the hope of silencing them. To see you with your tubes hanging around you, in you. On this hospital bed, this white bed, this room that feels the end. Eyes wet, Charles looks at your pale, serene face. The doctor’s words are dry and not encouraging. Your parents arrive a few hours later, a flight later. They cry. Your brother has tears in his eyes. Sebastian collapses in a corner. Hanna is there; a veil of sadness covers his eyes. Heidi cries in the arms of Daniel, who looks again in the eyes of Charles. Charles holds your hand, your hand. Your hands are cold, frozen by the consequences. Lando doesn’t dare to come in. He feels guilty because he refused to believe you, to reach out to you, see you, and see your distress. He preferred to become blind rather than awake. It haunts him.

Charles, sitting next to you, is watching people walk by. To say goodbye to you, goodbye, forever. He doesn’t want to. He can’t. You’re still breathing. Your heart is still beating. So why do you have to leave? Why did you choose to go?

“Why?” He mumbles one more time, his head against your ear. “Why are you not fighting?” 

“Cha... we have to go.”

“No... I-I-I can’t. I can’t leave her.” His voice breaks in a sob.

“Charles,” Pierre says, putting a comforting arm on his shoulder. “Let her go.”

“No...” Charles pushes him away, gripping your hand tighter. “She’s going to survive. She’s going to live. She has to live. You have to live.” He prays, kissing your cold skin.

Pierre sight and get out of the room. His family, her family, his friends, and her friends are here waiting for him. The visiting hours are almost over. Everyone wants to go back to their house and sleep a bit. They haven’t slept all night. Charles hasn’t slept all night. Pascale enters the room quietly. Staring at his son. 

“Charles. We need to let her rest. Will come back in the morning, d’accord mon bébé?” She says, taking him in her arm. 

He acquires at her request despite himself. Unable to fight anymore, fatigue slowly eats him away, and he knows that he is of no help if he is exhausted. He leaves the room not without a last kiss, a last look, a last goodbye.

On the following day, Charles came. Staying for hours next to you. Stroking your hair, mumbling your name, praying for you to wake up. He can't take you out of his brain. He can't take you out of him. You're haunting him. We realize how important it is in our life when we lose someone we take for granted. Charles looks at you as a friend until he realizes he loves you. Is it too late? Were you supposed to be?

Sebastian came a few times, only a few minutes. He can't unseen what he saw. He plays and plays the night in his head over and over again. Wondering what he could have done differently.

The doctors are not really optimistic about your recovery. Your body is tired. Your mind is exhausted. They did all they could do. All we have to do is wait. Wait for you to come back. Wait for you to fight for your life. How could you fight if you're not even awake? It's painful.

Strangely enough, he came. The rapist. The abomination of your life. You came late at night when everyone left. He felt bad. "It's too late to feel bad," you think when you feel his hand and you. You wanted to cry, to scream, but nothing. He left shortly after. Looking at you one last time. Looking at what he did to you. You hear from Lando a few days later that he got arrested. Other girls spoke, and there were enough accusations to start a trial. Even more strange, it did nothing to you. Well, how could you feel? When he toked everything you got and smashed it in a million pieces?

Sometimes, you can feel the warmth of the afterlife tingling your skin. You feel it right near you, calling you. Calling you to answer the call. You want to feel this feeling of peace, this quietness. You don't know how to feel. You just want to float. You forgot how to be happy. How to be. Why fight if you may never find yourself again? What were you made for? You wonder to yourself.

Time flies. A couple of weeks passed. You made some improvements for the doctors to feel optimistic for you to wake up eventually. You're stabilized by all those machines. Your parent finally arrived a few days after you were admitted. You can feel your mother's tears on your cold hands and the soft kisses of your father on your forehead. You can smell the sunflower Heidi brought you every time she comes to see you. Sometimes you want to react. To show her you listen. But you can't. Or you don't want?

The feeling of loneliness passed. You can see now how much you're loved. How they love you. You love to hear Arthur talking about your favourite series. You love to hear Sebastian remembering childhood moments whenever he found the courage to come. You love to listen to your mom singing your favourite songs. You love to hear Daniel telling dad jokes, hoping you'll smile in your sleep. You love hearing Lando talking about his latest Quadrant adventures or Twitch lives. You love to listen to Charles saying how much he loves you. How much his life is plain without you. You can't imagine somebody else cared so much about you.

That makes you cry. You can't show them you can hear. You can't show them you love them too. You can't show them how grateful you are or will be. More time passed, and the more you could slowly feel you were losing yourself. All you need to do is happen your eyes, but for some reason, it seems an impossible task to do.

"This is impossible," Alices says in disbelief at the creature rising upon her.

"Only if you believe it is." The hatter whispers, scared of the outcome of all this adventure. But wasn't this all the point of this madness?

"Sometimes, I believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

"That is an excellent practice." The hatters says. "However, just now, you might want to focus on the Jabberwocky."

"Six impossible things. Count them, Alice. One, there's a potion that can make you shrink. Two, and a cake that can make you grow. Three, animals can talk. Four, Alice, cats can disappear. Five, there's a place called Wonderland. Six, I can slay the Jabberwocky."

You feel yourself falling into the rabbit hole, and you have been in Wonderland all this time. That's it! You can do it. Six impossible things before breakfast.

"One, you will get a major in architecture."

"Two, you can drive an F1 car."

"Three, you can be happy again."

"Four, Y/n, there's a place for you in this universe."

"Six, I will fight for my life."

At this, though, he feels darkness rising upon you. Everything fades away slowly. You can hear the constant beep of the machines around you. You can feel Charles's hands against yours. You can smell the hospital room you're in. You can see the light shutters again you close your eyes.

Then... you breathe.

Feeling the grass on your feet. The autumn breeze cools down your spine. For the first time, you appreciate being alive. To fill your lungs with air, to hear the water crash against the rocks, to feel the sun warm up your skin, and to taste food again.

You feel a hand around your waist, and Charles brings you closer to him. He sticks you to his bare chest. He holds you firmly for fear that you will disappear again. It makes you smile to see him so loving, so gentle, and so attentive. You turn your gaze from the blue horizon to meet his emerald eyes. He smiles tenderly. His eyes sparkle with a thousand lights when you return his smile. You hold these eyes a few moments before you look wandering towards his lips.

If only it could be true.

If only you could be with him.

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Hi! Hope you enjoy this final version of the story. It took me sometimes to get back to writing but I'm getting there. I know some of you really like it and it's fill my heart with joy <3

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[humaudrey]

Replacing Descendants Songs

I'm so freaking late to the party, but I managed to come across this post and thought, "this looks fun," so I'm gonna give it a go with the first three movies.

D1

Rotten To The Core -> Trouble by Neon Jungle

Evil Like Me -> I Want The Good Times Back from the Little Mermaid musical (which is the exact song I used for Ursula and my OC, Uma's twin lol)

Did I Mention -> What I Like About You by The Romantics (5SOS cover)

If Only -> Unfaithful by Rihanna

Be Our Guest -> Haus of Holbein from SIX or a hip-hop remix of Welcome To Duloc from Shrek 😂

Set It Off -> Holiday by Madonna (TIL she sings this song)

D2

Ways To Be Wicked -> Keeps Getting Better by Christina Aguilera, So What by LOONA, or Crazy Kids by Kesha

What's My Name -> Villain by Neoni or They Don't Really Care About Us by Michael Jackson however I think it'd be HILARIOUS to see the Lost Revenge Crew get hype over Not Like Us by Kendrick Lamar

Chillin' Like A Villain - Learn To Do It from Anastasia, Why Should I Worry from Oliver & Company, or Beat It by Michael Jackson

Space Between - Wherever I Go by Miley Cyrus and Emily Osment

It's Goin' Down - Gloves Up by Little Mix, Bad Blood by Taylor Swift ft. Kendrick Lamar, or Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift

You and Me -> Man In The Mirror by Michael Jackson

D3

Good To Be Bad -> Control by Janet Jackson

Queen of Mean -> Several songs come to mind here lol: Are You Satisfied, Oh No!, Teen Idle, or Bubblegum Bitch by Marina, Hold Up, Sorry, or Why Don't You Love Me by Beyoncé, Good For You by Olivia Rodrigo, Kill Bill by SZA, Last Hurrah by Bebe Rexah, Funeral by Neoni

Do What You Gotta Do -> It's My Life by Bon Jovi or Because Of You by Kelly Clarkson

Night Falls -> Can't Back Down from Camp Rock 2 or maybe Two Player Game from Be More Chill (or Fight Of Our Lives from Descendants: The Rise of Red lmao)

One Kiss -> How Will I Know by Whitney Houston or Woman Like Me by Little Mix ft. Nicki Minaj

My Once Upon Time -> Nobody's Perfect by Jessie J

Break This Down -> The Great Divide by Thrii

BONUS: Instead of Audrey singing Happy Birthday at Jane's party, she could sing Pity Party by Neoni x Ellise

I'd tag people to do this but I'd rather not, if you want to do this, go for it!

[sea-owl]

I just wanted some modern besties Phillip and Penelope vibes being single parents and raising their kids together with occasional visits from crazy uncle Michael. Kinda like Full House style.

Phillip and Penelope met when her cousin Marina and his brother George started to go out with one another. Both being the quiet introvert types they got along well. When they both realized they were going to the same university they started to hang out more.

Sadly tragedy struck when George, who was a solider, was killed in action. This news made Marina, who was already suffering from postpartum, fall into a deep depression. So bad that she ended up taking her own life. The parents left behind a pair of twins Oliver and Amanda Crane.

Phillip ended up stepping up and adopting the twins. He didn't trust anyone else to take care of them despite the doubts he has for himself, and he felt like he owed George for taking care of him all those years ago.

Penelope herself also ended up having twins, Agatha and Thomas Featherington, after a drunken one night stand with "a random man in London."

"Penelope!" Michael laughed. "How scandalous! You don't who your baby daddy is?"

"Nope," Penelope said, rubbing her pregnant belly. "Black out drunk. My mother is not happy either."

The three friends were at Phillip's ancestral home visiting. Well, Penelope was actually hiding out after revealing to her mother her pregnancy, and Michael likes drama, so of course, he had to come hear the story.

"You know you could just stay here," Phillip offered later that night. "This house is too big its not like three more will make a difference and the twins love having their Aunt Penelope around."

Penelope happily accepted her friend's offer. The two friends happily live with one another doing their best to raise the kids. Michael came to visit every once in a while. Making sure to bring gifts and sweets for the children.

Things took an interesting turn, though, when the Crane twins were 8 and the Featherington twins were 6.

The cousins were playing in the park when Penelope heard another mother say. "Did I have another son?"

Penelope looked over. A pretty blonde, pregnant woman who could be Cinderella come to life was looking down at four boys. One of those boys being Penelope's son.

Penelope sighed. While both her children could be little troublemakers, just like their older cousins, Thomas has this charm about him that could get him almost anything he wanted.

Picking up Agatha Penelope made her way over to the other mother. "I'm sorry, I think our sons are playing a prank."

Penelope looked down at the four boys and whoa. They really did look a like. If Thomas eye's weren't emerald green, Penelope might not have been able to tell them apart, especially with the oldest boy.

"Oh, it's alright," the blonde woman laughed. "You think I would be used to this. My children's cousins all look alike to some degree and some could potentially switch places with one another." She held out a hand. "I'm Sophie Bridgerton."

[alrightsnaps]

ngl the way you’re hating penelope is giving fatphobic, marinas baby was not colin’s and it was kinda shitty of her to try to use him to cover that up. i don’t think her outing marina was just bc of the crush, they are also really good friends and i don’t think it’s crazy for penelope to not want to see her friend screwed over

marina was a pregnant unmarried girl in 19th century england. some of you need to realise the gravity of just what penelope did to her. i will never ever judge her for trying to marry a man who actually loved her instead of some creepy old man who'd rape her for the rest of her life.

the only reason penelope outed her was because she couldn't bear to watch colin marry another woman. she could have told him in person but she feared (rightfully so it turned out) that he would marry her and raise her baby anyway. so she threw marina to the wolves instead.

for some reason it was perfectly okay for penelope to deceive colin and have him marry her under false pretenses but marina is the bad guy for literally trying to survive.

your fatphobia gotcha is getting a bit old isn't it? particularly when you know nothing about me, my body/weight or my relationship with my body image.

[lords-of-mayhem]

LOC + MARINA (And The Diamonds)

Since MARINA (And The Diamonds) won the last poll, here is Lords Of Chaos characters as MARINA (And The Diamonds) songs <3

Øystein // Are You Satisfied?

I was pulling out my hair the day I got the deal, chemically calm. Was I meant to feel happy that my life was just about to change? One life pretending to be the cat who got the cream.

Oh, everybody said, "Marina is a dreamer." People like to tell you who you're gonna be, it's not my problem if you don't see what I see. And I do not give a damn if you don't believe.

My problem, is my problem that I never am happy. It's my problem, it's my problem on how fast I will succeed. High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free.

They say I'm a control freak, driven by a greed to succeed. Nobody can stop me. 'Cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away. It's my problem if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway.

It's my problem if I feel the need to hide. Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? Sad inside, in this life. Unsatisfied, praying. Unsatisfied, waiting.

Are you satisfied with an easy ride? Once you cross the line, will you be satisfied?

Varg // Lies

You're never gonna love me, so what's the use? What's the point in playing a game you're gonna lose? What's the point in saying you love me like a friend? What's the point in saying it's never gonna end?

You're too proud to say that you made a mistake, you're a coward 'til the end. I don't wanna admit that we're not gonna fit. No, I'm not the type that you like. Why don't we just pretend?

You only ever touch me in the dark. Only if we're drinking, can you see my spark? And only in the evening, could you give yourself to me? 'Cause the night is your woman and she'll set you free.

Lies, don't wanna know. I can't let you go, I just want it to be perfect. To believe it's all been worth the fight. Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know.

Pelle // You

You don't know me like you think you do. You don't own me, but I can't cut you loose. Everybody thinks that you're a star, but underneath, I see just what you are.

We both know that we can never change, walking slowly through the smoke and flames. Yeah, you break me down. Yeah, you shut me out. But it's all about you.

I know what you're about, but I need you now 'cause it's all about you. You don't love me like you think you do, you don't know that I'm just as bad as you.

Everybody thinks that I'm the heart of every party, but it's just the start. Deep down, I know that we're just the same, burning slowly through the dust and flames.

Fenriz // Venus Fly Trap

Whatever you give life, you will get back. Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus Fly Trap? I never quite fit into that Hollywood thing, I didn't play that game for the money or the fame.

I did it my way, baby. Nothing in this world could change me. Don't underestimate me 'cause one day, you're gonna see you're in a losing battle. Babe, you'll never stop me being me.

Got the power, hold the reins. I should be motherfuckin' crazy, nothing in this world could change me. I sacrificed it all for a life to call mine, all the love and security to be myself.

I know that money ain't important and it don't mean you're the best, but I earned it all by myself and I'm a millionairess. They'll shame you, blame you, pretend to even hate you.

Take away your rights, pacify you with their lies. Whatever you give life, you are gonna get it back. Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus Fly Trap?

Hellhammer // Weeds

Could have filled a garden with all the flowers that you gave me, but none of them were ours. You know the problem with history, it keeps coming back like weeds.

And when nothing feels enough, at least you taught me how to love. But he keeps growing back. Baby, just open your eyes to see. He's growing from inside me.

And I just don't know what I can do, I thought I cut him at the root. I miss all of my exes, they're the only ones that know me. And God knows that sex is a way to feel a little bit less lonely.

I tried to keep it covered up, but now I think my time is up 'cause he keeps growing back

Necrobutcher // Too Afraid

I wanna change, but I don't know how. I've been trying to turn my life around. I've been to every party, every bar. Nothing thrills me in this city anymore.

I guess I didn't know if I was happy. I can't pretend. Been feeling like I don't belong and I see I've reached an end. What can I do? I hate this city, but I stay 'cause of you.

Well, why can't I change? I wanna move on, but I'm just too afraid. Just too afraid, that's why I stay. Get on the train, I go underground. People look so lonely with eyes turned down.

This isn't living, this isn't how I thought my life would be, but I need to get out. Nothing's gonna change the way I feel, I can't pretend, I've reached an end.

I wanna move on, but I'm just too afraid. It could all be different. In this life, change your future in an instant. Ah, just to feel alive.

Occultus // Soft To Be Strong

I know it's hard to be soft, I know it hurts to be kind. I know that when love is lost, it's only fear in disguise. And I guess I've known it all along, the truth is you have to be soft to be strong.

Finally, I feel the fear is gone. I found out love has to be soft to be strong. I believe the world is beautiful, only the weak ones are cruel. I choose to love you without fear, no shame in being sincere.

And I made myself believe other people wanted to hurt me. I took my bitterness and made it sweet, I took a broken heart and made it beat. Somebody hurt me long ago.

And though to heal a heart is slow, it's just a consequence of pain. There is no use in laying blame.

Faust // Froot

I've seen seasons come and go, from winter sun to summer snow. This ain't my first time at the rodeo. Good things come to those who wait, but I ain't in a patient phase.

It's summer time and I hang on the vine, they're gonna make me into sweet red wine. Hanging around like a fruit on a tree, waiting to be picked. Come on, cut me free.

Come on, fill your cup up. Looking for some good luck, good luck to you. Living la dolce vita, life couldn't get much sweeter. Don't you give me a reason that it's not the right season.

Babe, I love you a lot. I'll give you all I've got. Yeah, you know that it's true. I've been saving all my summers for you, like fruit.

Sweet like honeysuckle late at night. Leave it too long, I'll go rot like an apple you forgot. Birds and worms will come for me, the cycle of life is complete.

I'm your carnal flower, I'm your bloody rose. Pick my petals off and make my heart explode. I'm your deadly nightshade, I'm your cherry tree. You're my one true love, I'm your destiny.

Autumn, I'll be gone. Birds will sing their mourning song. Oh, my body is ready for your love. Oh, my branches are heavy. I've been saving all my summers for you like fruit.

Attila // Numb

One track mind like a goldfish, stuck inside my petri-dish. I can't breathe and I can't smile, this better be worth my while. I feel numb most of the time.

Lower I get, the higher I'll climb and I will wonder why. I got dark only to shine, looking for the golden light. Oh, it's a reasonable sacrifice. Forego families, forego friends. It's how it started, how it ends.

I can't open up and cry 'cause I've been silent all my life. I get dark and I'm in hell, I need a friend, but I can't yell. I'm no good to anyone 'cause all I care about is being number one.

I got dark only to shine and I'll light up the sky. Stars that burn the brightest fall so fast and pass you by, cough like empty lighters. I feel numb most of the time. Stars that burn the brightest fall so fast and pass you by, spark like empty lighters.

Manheim // Rootless

I'm a cloud drifting by, dripping tears from the sky. I'm a snail without a shell, a leper with a golden bell. I've got nowhere to go. I'm a stray cat on the roam, choking on a chicken bone.

For a home sweet home, no sweet home. For a root, for a leaf, for a branch, for a tree. For something, somebody, that reminded them of me.

Running with my roots pulled up, caught me cold so they could cut what there was left of love. I'm rootless. Work your fingers to the bone, building castles out of snow.

I'm a nomad walking on, humming to the same old song. Lower case society, tight to no community. A kingdom without a king, with no sense of belonging.

Tracking my roots through the snow. No home sweet and no sweet home. I've got nowhere to go, I'm rootless.

Metalion // Orange Trees

I can see the flowers and the greenery. I take a breath of air, I feel free. Spent so long, was busy chasing happiness when all I needed was a little peace.

Try to get back what we need, living like we're supposed to be. Flowers in my hair, I belong by the sea. Where we used to be, sitting by the orange trees. Summer in the air, bodies in the heat. Just you and me, sitting by the orange trees.

So far away from neon lights and city streets, this is where I used to dream. Been around the world, but I could never replicate the feeling that I get beneath my feet.

Watch the sun go down into the sea, wrap your love around me. Life is beautiful and now you see, this is how it feels to be free.

Blackthorn // Living Dead

Every day, I feel the same, stuck and I can never change. Sucked into a black balloon, spat into an empty room. Was it really worth it? Did I really deserve it?

I haven't lived life, I haven't lived love. Just a bird's eye view from the sky above. I'm dead, I'm living dead. Got bubble wrap around my heart, waiting for my life to start.

But every day, it never comes, permanently at square one. When it's late at night, I'm so dissatisfied. The weight of an empty life will lessen in the moonlight.

I lay back in a glittering mist and I think of all the men I could've kissed. I haven't live my life, I haven't lived love. Only alive when I pretend that I have died.

Ann-Marit // Shampain

Lay dagger dead inside a lonely bed, trying to hide the hole inside my head. Watching the stars slide down to reach their end 'cause sleep is not my friend.

Drinking champagne to forget yesterday 'cause I remember the way it ended the day that I walked away. Drinking champagne made by the angel who goes by the name of Glittering Gabriel.

Drinking champagne made of an angel's tears and pain, now I feel celestial. Elderly stars slide down the lonely sky, slipping away to find a place to die.

I wonder when the night will reach its end 'cause sleep is not my friend. Drinking champagne meant for a wedding, toast to the bride, a fairytale ending. Drinking champagne, a bottle to myself, save the taste of fabricated wealth.

[trashratsaws]

Something I've been finding quite irritating about the lack of media and culture literacy we're seeing - because of course the least educated people speak the loudest I fear - is that it's almost forced me to become an advocate for art I don't particularly enjoy. I don't enjoy modern or contemporary art. I don't like it, I think it's overblown, and I think a lot of modern/contemporary movements are juvenile, underdeveloped, and crude. I will also defend modern and contemporary art until I die from white tiktok women who claim that they could make better art from the comfort of their upper middle class couches because apparently despite pretending to be cultured by going to the museums where modern art is housed and proclaiming to their thousands of followers that they have done so - which was a choice, by the way, they could have really gone to any museum that served their one-note tastes all the better - they simply cannot be bothered to do any sort of research or reading on what the modern/contemporary art actually means, how it was created, the backgrounds of the artists who create it, etc., or even to read the plaque next to the piece while they stand next to it making their videos about how lifeless and uninteresting they find it.

There is a huge difference between disliking something because you understand it vs. because you don't. Please for the love of god, if you're going to loudly dislike something, please be the person who dislikes it because you understand it, and spare me the trouble of trying to shout just as loudly that, well, yes, Jackson Pollock was the worst, but please leave his genre alone because you sound like quite the toad when you speak.

Anyway I lied before, so here are some avant-garde movements/artists/pieces I really like/find very interesting to do some more research on for yourself.

the Die Brücke (The Bridge, German expressionist group)

Mexican Muralism (Mexican artistic movement post-revolution of 1910)

Brasilia (failed Brazilian capital city with some crazy architecture. Also utopianism in general)

Neo-Dadaism/Post-modernism (generally cheekier movement than the abstract expressionists who took their work and mission far too seriously)

Marjorie Strider (woman pop artist who critiqued a lot of sexism in the art world with her work. See also The Girlies Exhibition)

Liberation of Aunt Jemima and Betye Saar

One and Three Chairs and Conceptual Art (this is the one people like to complain the most about)

Yayoi Kusama (particularly Narcissus Garden. Very good stuff)

Felix Gonzales-Torres (if you don't already know him. Tell me you can look at Perfect Lovers without crying)

Rhythm 0 (imo the single most impactful, raw, gut-wrenching work Marina Abramovic ever produced. Performance art. Devastating)

Shigeko Kubota (Vagina Painting. almost a direct fuck-you to Pollock's macho vibe)

Earth Art (exactly what it sounds like - work that relies on nature. The Lightning Field is on my bucket list)

[indigomarina]

Beetlejuice(s) x OC(s): Married Bliss

(A/N: Got inspired by @impactrueno and made a multiverse of my OC.) (Musical!Marina and Movie!Marina are chatting) Musical!Marina: (sighs dreamily) Isn't love grand? Even when it's complicated and your man is a bit of a....fixer-upper. Movie!Marina: (snorts) Tell me about it. My Beetlejuice is the definition of 'it's complicated.' We almost got hitched, but only because he forced me into it to save my Adam and Barbara from getting exorcised. Then 30 years later, we also did AGAIN cause I had to save my niece Astrid from this creepy ghost kid... Musical!Marina: (gasps) No way! Mine actually went through with the wedding, but then Lydia stabbed him and sent him back to the Netherworld. (pauses, confused) Come to think of it, I'm not sure if we're still married or not… Movie!Marina: (laughs) Whoa, and I thought my love life was wild! At least I didn't have to deal with in-laws from hell. Literally. Musical!Marina: (giggles) Oh, don't even get me started on Juno! That woman makes Mommy Dearest look like Mother Teresa. Movie!Marina: (smirks) Sounds like we both sure know how to pick 'em, huh? Musical!Marina: (smiles fondly) But you know, even with all the craziness, I wouldn't trade my Beetlejuice for the world. There's just something about him…(wraps herself in a hug) Movie!Marina: (nods in understanding) I know what you mean. As infuriating as he can be, there's never a dull moment with him around. Life's an adventure. Musical!Marina: (grins) Exactly! (notices Toon!Marina) Oh, hey Marina! We were just dishing about our Beetlejuices. How are things with yours? Toon!Marina: (smiles serenely) Oh, wonderful as always! Beetlejuice is such a dear. A little mischievous at times, but his heart's in the right place. Movie!Marina: (raises an eyebrow) Wow, sounds like you got lucky in the Beetlejuice department. No crazy almost-weddings or surprise stabbings? Toon!Marina: (laughs lightly) Oh goodness, no! Nothing like that. Musical!Marina: (curious) So what's the craziest thing your Beetlejuice has done? Toon!Marina: (thinks aloud) Hmm, well, there was the time he flooded the Neitherworld with chocolate pudding. Or when he accidentally cloned himself and we had a dozen Beetlejuices running amok. Oh! And our wedding day, he insisted on arriving on a flying pygmy elephant. It was quite the spectacle! Movie!Marina & Musical!Marina: (jaws drop) WEDDING DAY?! Toon!Marina: (nonchalantly holds up her left hand, revealing a wedding ring) Why yes, didn't I mention? Beetlejuice and I are married. Happily so, I might add. Musical!Marina: (sputters) B-but how? When? WHAT? Movie!Marina: (eyes wide) You actually WANTED to marry him? On purpose? Toon!Marina: (smiles dreamily) Of course! I know he can be a handful, but underneath all that bravado is the most loving, loyal soul I've ever known. He makes me laugh, supports my dreams, and would do anything for our little found family...(whispers to them) and real family if I have my way. Marrying him was the best decision I ever made. Musical!Marina: (clutches her own ring, mumbles) And here I thought MY Beetlejuice letting me keep the ring was romantic… Movie!Marina: (shakes her head in disbelief) Well I'll be damned. Er, more damned. Who would've thought any version of Beetlejuice could be husband material? Toon!Marina: (winks) What can I say? I guess I just bring out the best in him. (sighs happily) My Beetlejuice…my big, beautiful husband. Musical!Marina & Movie!Marina: (simultaneously) I need a drink.

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s1e8

I AM NEVER GETTING OVER THE MIC DROPS

eliot waugh is an underrated mirrorball character

my hatred of mike can't really be overstated... he is more obstacle than man to me

"this is quentin, this is alice, they are nerds"

the circles under alice's eyes are a major part of her charm to me

alice quinn asking if quentin is in love with her after approximately one week of fucking, insisting that she wouldn't have had sex with him if she wasn't a wild animal, being disturbed that she can still smell him... Your Honor She Does Not Like Men. also she's autistic.

okay gretchen is adorable why don't we see more of her

hell is real and it smells like axe body spray

THE MIKE BUNNY INCIDENT IS SO FUCKING BAD

dear quentin i'm giving up magic thanks for nothing and go fuck yourself

bad marina outfit

further watching of episodes i've forgotten may change this feeling but i do get a sense that marina was interested in julia in a not entirely self-serving way. in another life they were partners in every fuckin sense of the word.

poor eliot "things aren't usually worth caring about" waugh putting his outfit-choosing energy into a little gremlin renfield when quentin is doing his best (terrible) impression of margo just to help him

RICHARD !!!!!! MY FRIEND RICHARD

"who said that?" "some dick"

if i was there i would've thanked alice for bringing flashcards

it is so crazy that eliot first tells the indiana story to fucking mike but "becoming me was the greatest creative project of my life" is a wonderful line so i can almost forgive it

watching a show after selecting a blorbo is crazy bc i'm watching a tragic scene of a man who's lost his magic and i'm thinking sucks to suck :/ shouldn't have told q to go off his meds

the knife wielding mike does is kind of like anti-choreography

penny don't call the medical professional treating you "woman" challenge

"i'm not here to feel any better" kind of a total summary of eliot's character

richard calling hedge tattoos "ink" is so charmingly youth pastor of him

my feeling is that most of penny's ripcord speech to alice is based in a personal hatred of q but i also do like that he'd care about alice enough to say it

(q voice) no better time to info dump about international politics in my favorite children's books than while penny is dying

honestly q takes the "fillory is real" news in stride, considering the person that he is

on my first watch and again now i find what julia is doing MUCH more interesting than the brakebills storyline. also there's something incredibly appropriate about her praying to a harvest goddess her first time.

they're FUNGIBLE. YOU'RE FUNGIBLE.

god these people have boring most prized possessions

the jane reveal blew my fucking mind my first watch, then for her to fucking DIE immediately after? that's the kind of insanity that makes you believe in this show

HOWEVER, fuck you all magicians writers for punishing eliot for opening up by making him kill his first serious partner

i love love love alice's checkerboard door and i do not believe that she is enjoying heterosexual intimacy behind it

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

my featherington tktk doing numbers as it should they finally getting the respect love they deserve the same love I’ve given them since day1, cuz I never understood how they could ever hate Marina Philippa prudence for being woman of their time but love Daph Eloise cress

Who are 100 times worse Cressida is a whole evil bully too Dpahne is SA and el been worse to her sisters brother then prudence Phillipa ever was to Penelope and fact they hated on Marina for being a mother doing what she had to survive for her kids but love Portia for the same for her kids which is why I could never hate her even when she was god awful to Marina n was forcing her on old abusive racist men not her finest moments sure but the way eveyone love Cress for doing what she had to for freedom so she didn’t have to marry old man but hated Marina

so much for not wanting that same ending even saying M was so entitled greedy for not wanting to get shipped off with that old hag when I tell you this fandom is most racist fandom ever truly only care about or like a character if she’s pretty Bridgerton or yt👱who might be wlw😒

wbk y’all was racist but y’all truly showed it even more if that’s even possible the fact y’all love protia for doing what she had to for her kids and cress for not wanting to be married to old hag but wanted marina to marry that hag even calling her greedy entitled ungrateful!

Just say y’all hated marina bc she was pretty black n go bc it literally made no sense to me for even 1s not to root for her and it never even crossed my mind people werent worshipping her for being MOTHER the shock when I found y’all didn’t loved her with everything in u like me

But actually hated her I was in disbelief because how could y’all not love her when she was so mother especially when y’all loved any and all characters like her in other show(hod/got Georgia) and in bton only difference was she was black and the other characters were white!

and then when I found y’all in fact not only liked but worshiped Daphne a whole grapist that’s when it hit me it was just misogynior nothing more nothing less bc how was the man she hurt already forgiven her and understood her plight and forgave her for it but y’all hated her?

it wasn’t even normal hate but pure racist vile sh*t calling her worst of names like she was 👿 it was crazy and when y’all did that to Edwina too who’s kindest prettiest on the whole show too it just reinforced that y’all just hated them bc they was prettier/badder then ur favs

[aconflagrationofmyown]

MARINA DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE US ON THAT CLIFFHANGER !!!

Those harlots, as Elaine calls them, need to put some respect on Mrs. Elvis Presley. Crazy to think they don’t realize or know it was Elvis himself on his knees trying to get this woman to marry him. I wanted to slap them for bringing up how Elvis twirled and danced with them and oh gosh the subtle change like when it’s first mentioned Elaine is not jealous but then Elvis goes and makes her feel unwanted which is unusual and that’s when it begins to get to her. I also liked how this was an introductory to how Elaine will react to his flings, as long as he is open and honest with her and still putting their family first, Elaine knows the man she married and that he doesn’t love those other women or even pretend to love them, they just pass the time until he can be with his wife and kids who are the true cure to his loneliness. I’m all for Elvis ignoring the women and putting them on the back burner as soon as Elaine comes around with his children, when his wife is around it’s all about her and how close he can be to her. God help any one lady who tried to call Elaine’s home to get in contact with Elvis, I don’t know who’s response would be more deadly, Elvis’ or Elaine’s. When I first came in to this universe I thought Elaine would be naive and dim but I’m so ecstatic that while yes she does not know much about sex and intimacy, she is incredibly intelligent, indulgent, and quite simply, effortlessly perfect. She’s got a good head on her shoulders and besides being an amazing wife, a loving mother, she’s also business savvy and does wonders for Elvis regarding his public relations. And also her being serious in making Elvis sign over Graceland - what a power move. Sarge, stop being an idiot, and talk to your wife! Also it really hurt when Elaine fled before Elvis could see her. Only because I feel like usually if that were too occur Elvis would welcome her with open arms and big smile and kisses and Elaine would be so charming beside her man but her fleeing speaks to the current (however small) distance between them. I’m gonna need to file a report against you for emotional abuse however if I do not receive an update within three days. Yes, I’m being ungrateful and setting a time limit. Real life duties be damned. *I am absolutely joking.* You (and Smitty) did amazing with this masterpiece but now hurry to heal my heart 🙏🏻❤️😚

P.S any small mention of Elvis and Elaine with their babies melts my heart. The head kisses when she drops them off, the way he scoops her up, small moments but its truly the love Elvis deserved. And Elaine is a queen.

My everlasting apologies for the cliffhanger but I swear it will be made up to you, I swear! Although…yeah I should…get on writing it before you shoot me. Wedding night tho, will that pacify your until then?! 🤓

And I really just wanted to try to capture and foreshadow a little bit of Elaine’s thought process regarding the sheer amount of female attention her man gets, and no ring on his finger will ever deflect. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. ❤️ Love ya Bri

[mayasdeluca]

I really dont want maya to stop being a firefighter mostly because she loves it and I dont see maya being happy without the physicality of it but they could always write her like that but for me and my perception of maya as a person infant see it and also I think that gives of a really bad message like why cant women thrive in a more "masculine field" and why would having a family and a marriage stop them? Like ben and dean didnt have to give up firefighting? And if ben quits its gonna be because of injury not his family. I'm still annoyed abt how dirty maya was done in her career and I dont think that it's fair for her to let it all go and it being water under the bridge. I mean obviously I'm happy thay shes not in a horrible place anymore but I dont want her to lose her ambition. Character development and having a personality transplant are 2 different things. I hope her happy ending is she gets an offer to be captain at another station that's best case scenario for me

I mean to be fair Maya's plan has always been to become Battalion Chief by 40 so I don't think it has much to do with the 'physicality' of it, especially now. The higher you get in the ranks, the less it actually becomes about fighting fires so Maya had to know that when getting into it. If she just wanted the physical aspect of fighting fires then she would just want to be a firefighter without the other titles. To call it a personality transplant is a stretch in my opinion. The way Maya treated her job in Seasons 1-3 was unhealthy to say the least. There's absolutely nothing wrong with her now finally having something else to look forward to in her life, something that means more to her and that something being her family. I agree that it would be sending a wrong message that a woman can't be a mother and a successful firefighter at the same time and ultimately I don't want her to stop being a firefighter either but if they do it the right way and for the right reasons I'm not going to say it's out of character or crazy for Maya to consider it when she's in a much healthier and better place now.

This show isn't the best at showing the balance of life and work though and they didn't handle the whole Maya not putting her name in for captain therefore Carina decided to come back home thing good at all and the message that sent so I do worry how they would go about it. The one thing Marina's storyline is missing is having a conversation about this and Maya still having her ambition and Carina fully supporting that but also Maya feeling at peace now with how things are in her life compared to early on. What does Maya actually want now and what is her goal knowing that Andy is ultimately going to be the captain of 19 for the foreseeable future?

I had always wanted her ending to be captain at another station as well but that doesn't bode well for if the show were to get picked up or saved so with it still being a possibility I don't know if that's the best idea.

[anonymouslylovesyou]

Bridgerton ep 4

First of all I'm up way too fucking early but if I'm awake I may as well be watching the show baby

OH NO NOT HER IMAGINGING SIMON IN THE PRINCES PLACE BBY GIRL YOU GOT IT BAD

No wonder this is all so fast paced there's only 8 episodes in a season, even if the episodes are like an hour each instead of half an hour

Ooo Lady Whistedown still is rooting for Simon

The motherfucker inspecting Marina simply cannot be so choosy

Lord Featherington hardly says 2 words and is always looking at that damn newspapers

Daisies for Phillipa

Ah that one song inspired by Bridgerton that was popular is inspired by Eloise and Penelope ok

Anthony taking Daphne to the boxing ring :0

"Ooo women are too delicate for fighting" sir the woman you're talking to knocked someone out in one punch

Bruh you guys are straight up staring at each other from across the room this is embarrassing

Woo kick his ass Billy

Ooo the artist brother got a studio invite

Me watching Simon down the rest of his drink after the prince takes Anthony aside: I know what you are

"I do not know if the Duke was there" liar

Inch resting that she does not wear the necklace in private

God does their poor mom have to deal with her emotionally dense children acting like this every session??

Lady Danbury is reading this man for filth

"Love changes Nothing" ok buddy we'll see how long this lasts

Godd I love the idea of a dance card

Benedict is the artsy one, and he better not fuck the model

Fellas stop smoking inside its a fire hazard

I have like an hour to watch the next 35 minutes of this episode, wish me luck (guy who pauses so so much)

"I loved him" Phillipa you've met him twice I am glad we're getting more Penelope family lore

Eloise is trying out authority on someone to find out more about Lady Whistedown and its not going well

PENELOPE GIRLIE YOU CANT SAY THAT

Colin going after Marina???

Why are they doing a whole different dance than everyone else

IS THE PRINCE TRYIJG TO PROPOSE IN PUBLIC

AHH IN THE GARDEN

Yeah what are you doing in London still hm? "Saying goodbye" what happened to we aren't even friends

"Your apology has no effect on my life nor does your leaving London" SWEETHEART YOU DIDBT HAVE TO KILL HIM good for you tho

Oo a maze KISSIJG HER IN THE GARSEN SCANDAL

OH AND SHE IS KISSIMG HIM BACK THERE ITS MOVIE SO FAST

AH Daphne's face when he says I cannot marry you

All the language similar to Much Ado is driving me nuts but also that just how this time period is

"You would rather die than marry me" FUCK

Like I know why it is, it's his vow to his shitty dad, but also, man, he's dead. No one can tell him you found love

Benedict is doing some gay shit with that other art guy

Yeah girl what the fuck is your husband doing??

Ooo I know that Colin ends up with Penelope so this cannot end well

Ooo Penelope!!!! Sweetheart

Eloise is here, NOO THEY ARE FIGHTING TERRIBLE

Still crazy that Anthony is absolutely out here fucking girls and yet one (1) guy makes out with his sister and suddenly they have to duel to the death

Will is a good friend but also crazy of Simon to just break into his house for alcohol

Anthony bestie you can't be dueling for yourself just to run away from your responsibilities

No not the girls dowries....

Damn I do not like their mom but I do feel for her in this moment

"What are you going to do about" *he starts crying*

Cressida saww we think

It's way brighter than dawn out

Once again mad Simon is hot

I'd be so nervous on fucking up the pacing when rolling up to a duel

Girlie could have broken her arm

SIMON IS STILL REFUSING HER??

He's already making allowances in his little brain like "ok I can get married but no kids"

[celibibratty]

i didn't did much justice to this day on the text I refer to it, so i will talk about it again, but more detailed, today the day is sunny and this makes me more in the mode to talk about it, we'll never shut up about this day, ha-ha, the day our mom crushing on the woman/thought she was a dude!😂(Aka the day sifu and Pikmin 4 arrived), that day was perfect, was more funny and cool than i described

The day was very sunny, Me and marina(more specifically Marina, she was the one playing)had already finished the opening, marina was just exploring the house with the woman(since we were just testing the game), then out nowhere our mother just pass by and glance at the TV and says "ouch, ~what a cute boy 🌸"("ai, ~que rapaz bonitinho🌸") (I changed cuz marina said she had written the exact words that mom said in the day in her sketchbook, it's even better than i remembered, mom do called the woman by the masculine pronoun😂), she said with such adoration😂, she thought the woman was a guy😂, me and marina looked at each other, like, "it's real, that mom said the woman is "attractive"!", "and she think she is a dude!", we started to laugh and say "it's a girl/woman😂", then mom came back like "why you two laughing?", marina say it is a woman, mom looked a little confused and marina said "look, i will show you", it was only showing the woman's back then marina was flipping the camera until shows her face, then mom said surprised "IT HAS LITTLE BREASTS!?", and she started to laugh very loudly, she even falled a little to the sofa, she laughed a lot!, her face was getting red, while marina start jockeling saying that the woman it's a trap😂, "she's a trap", and mom "yes, yes, she sure is", then mom tried to justify herself saying that she saw the face, but she glanced too fast, so she thought it was a guy, but then she said "but she is beautiful indeed🌸", marina putted on the character menu so mom could see the woman more cleary and she says "wow, she seem fierce/bit angry😂"("ela parece bravinha😂"), cuz they stay with a angry face in this menu, i got shocked cuz we always sensed the woman has a aggressive vibe, that she is a bit angry, but always thought that maybe i only see that because she look like Daniel, but mom also sensed that on her too!!

Here comes the moment that we love, mom stayed a little quiet, focusing on the woman and she says "she is a bit different, right"("ela é meio diferente, né"), i respond "yeeah, she is masculine!", mom says a little hyped "yes, yes, that's the word!, she is a masculine woman", yeeess❤️❤️❤️, we loved that she noticed that too, given that the woman only uses a tank top, which is a very neutral clothe, it doesn't mean anything, but here's the thing the woman transboard masculinity/guyishness, is on her way, is on her aura, the best part is.... that mom Just LOVED that of her!!!, she thought it was cool, mostly mom didn't enjoyed much when had a girl character that looked like some men🤔(but i think the woman hitted her different, cuz she is also cute🌸or maybe she just changed, I personally think the woman hitted her different😂), mom picked the art book, she flipped a little bit, she saw the page that show the concerpt art of the main characters, and she point out that in the image she seemed more feminine, then we say that we liked her more on the game/3d model, then mom responds "me too, I also think she is more pretty in the game"("é, eu também acho, também acho ela mais bonita no jogo") + mom start mocking the concerpt art, saying that she looked meanie/meio nogentinha in it, and that she thousands way better/cutier in the game😂(you can guess from who we take after the shady side😂), ahhhhh💕, i don't remember how it get on that💦, but the conversation had ended with mom saying that the woman looked like a angry cute boy🌸("ela parece um rapaz bravinho e fofo"), loved that description😂(~resonates very well with daniel too), ha-ha, that day was Crazy, i think mom liked the woman