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hughungrybear · 1 year ago

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Me watching Laws of Attraction Ep. 5:

1. After two days of not being able to watch, I can finally sit back and continue this series 😭😭😭😭 Starting with Charn accusing the friendly neighbours as traitors (specifically, the brave lady from previous episode, Nam). I don't buy this. I still maintain that Charn's assistant (Wit) is highly sus.

2. Oh, wait. So, Nam DID sold Tin out??? I still have a hard time believing it. I think she's telling the truth about trying to set the reporter straight (which, unfortunately backfired). But I don't think she's the one who reveal all of Charn's cards to Thattep.

3. Charn, you and Tin just reconciled. Don't mess things up.

4. OMG. Tonkhao's bestie is also using the doll in public 😭😭😭 I hope Thattep does not find her (and the doll) first.

5. Grandma still captaining the ship, apparently 😅 Sidenote, I don't think I like this transition. We just saw Tin and Charn arguing about each other beliefs and morals, next thing we see Charn is in Tin's bedroom with an almost naked and newly bathe Tin. From a plot's perspective, it doesn't make much sense that they (especially Tin) are more than okay with each other's company (and flirting) again. 😑 Don't get me wrong, the scenes are cute. It's just that I think the timing (or editing) is wrong.

7. Charn is, opportunistic, to put it nicely. He just needs to channel that talent into good use. However, his cynicism is hindering him from looking at things from a (morally) positive angle.

8. I have said this from the very first episode: GIVE US CHARN'S FULL BACKSTORY, GAWD DAMMIT. I am this close 🤏 to googling spoilers 😭😭😭

9. Ms Club Owner and the gorgeous Silvy (in hot pink) side-eyeing Charn throughout the whole phone conversation is 😂😂😂 Also, Charn called Ms Club Owner, "auntie". Is he really her nephew? Because y'know, us Asians can call any female "auntie" (even complete strangers) without batting an eyelash 😂😂😂

10. Noooo, Charn. Don't leave Tonkhao's things in the open like that with Wit. 😭😭😭

11. Wit asking questions about the doll just heightens my suspicions towards him. So, yeah Charn, take your own advice and don't trust anyone, especially Wit.

12. I feel bad for Chai. I mean, wasn't it enough that they made him a fallguy? He needed to be killed too? The fvck. Also, the calculated way that Charn sacrificed this man's life to draw out the mole is every bit disgusting.

13. Thattep's reasoning. I cannot. 🤯🤯🤯🤯 What a sh*tty father. So, the reason why his own son is his first choice to be the fallguy is because it is a given that he will get away with it (just a probation, guys. No biggie /s)? He would rather have his son wrongfully labeled as criminal to what end???

14. Tanthai getting gaslit and made to believe that he caused two innocent people killed should be the bodyguard's cue to switch sides and tell the truth to protect his young master.

15. I KNEW IT. Then again, the series made it obvious that Wit cannot be trusted. Okay, I did not anticipate the gun(s), the action scenes, or that office fire/explosion that followed. Still, 😂😂😂😂

16. Not sure why the office exploded, honestly. I get it is for dramatic effect (and ensures that Wit is truly dead). But then again, from a realistic point of view, that sh*t shouldn't have happened unless Charn was keeping something that is highly explosive in HIS LAW OFFICE.

17. Grandma has a glow-up courtesy of Silvy (Maya) in a gorgeous 1920s-inspired fit. At this point, I seriously should start a Silvy fan club lol.

17. After the night's excitement, forgive me if I'm eyerolling Tin's highly questionable timing to flirt with Charn. 🙄🙄🙄

18. Mr. Bodyguard, sir, get an effing clue. At this point, I will not be surprised if Tanthai tries to un-alive himself.

19. Grandma being supportive of TinCharn's happiness is 🥺🥺🥺

20. Charn sleeps exactly like my two-year old nephew, right to the part of kicking anybody who shares the bed 😂😂😂😂 His parents learnt to sleep the very edge of the bed - sideways lol

21. Hold up. I think Wit is already effed up in the head, even without Charn's influence. He just got emboldened by Charn's very lax and questionable take on justice.

22. Wait, did Tonkhao's bestie moved to the town where Charn's traumatic past happened??? <after five seconds> Yep, there it is. Also, did the government has something to do with Charn's mum's death???

23. Charn's disgusting morals rears its ugly head again. Seriously, I wanted Ms Club Owner to slap him hard so he can get back to his senses.

It's official. I am having a love-hate fascination with Charn. He is so desperate to play an anti-hero that is almost pathetic, not to mention downright depressing. Will I get to finally see Charn's backstory in the next episode? I really hope so.

#laws of attraction #tincharn #laws of attraction ep 5

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madraleen · 1 year ago

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Attack on Titan - Hajime Isayama Vol.6-12: The commentary wherein I gush over a certain character.

(Reminder disclaimer: I have not watched the anime.)

-Jean has the potential to become a great squad leader if I do say so myself. With character development and stuff.

-Reiner, what a badass!!

-Armin looks so dazed when Reiner bandages his head, lil bb.

-Demon slayers, Devil slayers, Titan slayers... I might have a type.

-I am so desperate to hear everyone’s voices.

-Aww, squad Levi are chomping on their hands, what good eggs.

-Have you ever seen a manga character as beautifully drawn as Levi. Yes, yes you have, plenty of them, but look at him! He’s so Levi! And when he whooshes and swooshes, he’s so... whooshing and swooshing!

-Aaahhh!! I can’t wait for more Levi and Erwin backstory!

-Squad Levi is on a whole ‘nother level skill-wise, man.

-Levi, since you’re now working with Mikasa on this, you might want to give a think to recruiting her, babe.

-Levi is Levi-ing, argh, he’s so good, whoosh whoosh, swoosh swoosh.

-The cast with the x marks that keep multiplying as though we’re in the Hunger Games or something, smh, why can’t we have nice things.

-Annie is the woman Titan?!?!?

-Yeah, thank you Mikasa, let the boys go all wah wah and you take care of Annie, because someone effing has to!

-Titan Annie is so strong dammit!

-I really like the visual of humans standing on the Titans. I liked it when Levi did it with hostiles, and I like it now that Armin does it with Eren.

-This is so them, Mikasa on a chair and Armin huddled on Eren’s bed, it’s so them.

-I love the fake previews, btw.

-Noo, justice for Mike!

-Ymir! She finally has a name!

-Who?I Who?I Who is the she-child of the bloodline that knows the secret?!

-Ooh, Krista? She’s the smallest girl in our year, right?

-Connie’s village turned into Titans, right? Yeah.

-No! Ymir killed Reiner and Bertolt’s friend?

-Wait, are Reiner and Bertolt serious about being the Titans...? For real...?

-I hate that the clues were there all along.

-Man, I love Mikasa, she’s a woman of action.

-No shit man, they ARE the Titans, I’m starting to have trust issues.

-No shit, Eren finally got on with the program with no whining, attaboy.

-Can someone train Titan Eren, can someone help this boy, this can’t keep going on like this

-What would we do without Hange

-Ooh, I don’t like this, Eren all alone, and where is he being taken and why, I don’t like this.

-Pheeew, Erwin is here, thank God.

-Eren’s emotional control is hanging by a thread and so is mine.

-Guh, what is this story. I can’t get enough of the mysteries and answers and clues, and yet I am so very scared of what I’ll find when all is revealed.

-On a side note, Armin’s speech to Annie on what makes a person good still lives rent-free in my head.

-Yo! Yo, Commander Erwin is getting eaten, yo! We’re not done with you, Erwin, don’t you dare!

-”Children of the devil,” hahaha, I’m sorry, but this coming from Bertolt sounds so funny, also help this battle is hell

-Erwin!! He’s here!! He escaped!! He’s fighting!!

-Eren should have THE WORLD, not just the coordinate- whatever that is. Shut up, Reiner.

#attack on titan #attack on titan manga #manga #manga commentary

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plumsaffron · 3 months ago

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Miracubozos roast pt. 11:

Why the hell is Mari/bat even a thing? It makes no sense one bit. It’s one of the worst crossover ships in existence! Marinette wouldn’t last long under Damian bc he’d effing maul her like his canon counterpart? Besides, other fandoms’ crossover ships have more compatibility and consistency!

A lot of DC fans are givin’ y’all the side eye for being a pesky plague…

Even other fans of series/franchises don’t like you people, they had enough of your shit! *bombastic side eye en masse by the sane ppl*

“Ayo wtf is up with these people mixing their crap with ours!?” “I dunno man but this ain’t making sense one bit!” “Why is that thing still even around?” “Oh my god bro… it’s like the Loud House fandom again… people refusing to let it go after an infamous episode.” “They better not bring their shit on my feed! They claim to be positive folks but that’s a lot of hatred on just one character!” “Could y’all please include the appropriate tags, my user block/mute list is so long that it could be at novel length!”

I see why some to most crossover content creators seriously refuse to include that show! Cuz they know not to attract you miracuviruses! Y’all would just bombard the poor creators with your stupid ass ridiculous requests just to satisfy your sick fantasy of Lila being hurt and killed!

The miracumethheads really are that hooked by their salt bomb fics LMAO!

Ayo, Thomas Asstruc is a pathetic POS who has an actual family yet imagines Marinette as his “virtual daughter” with his ex, hence the same names. Coincidence? I think not!

Oh my god even the Gacha content creators are doing ML salt! I can excuse a lil cringy fun, reaction type or even a meme/music vid but the infamous “abused child” plots for canon characters with already stable families irk me to no end!

Once again, you’re wrong about me.

Our franchise has so many sponsors and rewards.

Haven’t you seen that we’re number 1 in ratings tv events, number 1 on netflix in 2020, 170 million products sold, and so much more.

We’re going beyond Buzz Lightyear.

(Enough of that disaster of pretending to be Tommy game.)

Anyways...

I have no clue why they why that Mari Bat Meth fic/ship thing exists. I suppose it’s the curse of losers with their shipfuel and probably people hating Marinette’s friends/enemies. Whatever they feel would empower/free/satisfy Marinette, I suppose, and strange romance. They must love creating counter productive crap.

Them to do whatever it takes and spread their plague across other series so they can make believe they regained sanity somehow.

Sometimes I wonder, why is it so hard for people to let go of something so simple? The pleasure of snorting salt fics. Making infamous episode(s) out to be like they were such things put them on life support. Seems so many have no life or nothing better to do or look forward to doing.

And then losers giving themselves some Lila illness fetish/kink or granting themselves something rattling in their ears or mind known as Lila Tinnitus Seethe Disorder as excuse to fling or seek cruel and unusual punishment (worse is I know 3 more characters that go do this crap)

Yep miraculous salt methdemic infecting gacha life too.

#demi4ngel #Anti Mari Bat #Anti Damianette #Anti Daminette #Anti Miraculous Ladybug Fandom #Anti ML Fandom #Anti ML Salt #Lila Rossi #crossover methships begone #anti astruc #marinette #anti miraculous salt fics #miraculous ladyplaguedom #miracumethheads #miracuviruses #miracubozos #Roasting the miracusalters as much as I can #plumsaffron

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geulahgal710 · 9 months ago

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Message to Mom (that she'll never see)

Mom, I get it. You love me. You care. You're worried about me. You're scared to death that I've forfeited salvation because I don't think I need to go through Jesus to have a relationship with G-d. It grieves your soul to think I might be destroyed in hellfire because I reject the trinity.

I wish I could ease your mind, remove your pain. I wish I could help you see what I see and hear what I hear. But I can't. Because you can't. You just can't. I understand that.

You're 85. You spent around 75 of those years completely immersed in the 7th Day Adventist church. You attended their schools from your first year of grade school thru at least 2 years of college. It's all you know. And unfortunately for me, it's all you can know.

Fortunately for me, though I know you have your regrets and so have I, you married a man who couldn't be brainwashed. In spite of his despicable fatal flaws, one of the few important contributions he made towards my upbringing was critical thinking.

Yes you taught me more ethics and morality. You gave me the example of love and loyalty to G-d and family. You showed what grit and determination looked like. You stressed the importance of kindness and understanding. Dad was the source for me to learn keen, sharp judgement.

But as fatal as his flaws were, I really think, if he were alive today, he would get it. He wasn't unafraid of new ideas. He was always searching for something, looking for truth in between adventures and escapades. It was that strong feeling that there's more out there, that I inherited from him. He gave me what makes a person feel alive. And that much I'm truly grateful for.

Mom, I love you. You're a wonderful, kind, thoughtful, giving person. You're a tremendously beautiful example of the heart of a servant. I know you can't help that you are mentally blind and deaf in some areas.

Maybe dad couldn't help that he was morally crippled in some ways. You were both products of your incredibly stunted upbringing in different ways, as am I. You both did the best you could.

But I really wish you could credit me with some intelligence. Beyond just the simple, mundane things of life. Understand that I have been thru a lot. I've seen and heard and learned a few things in the past 57 years.

So no, I don't need to see anymore testimonials of people who converted from Islam or Judaism to Christianity. I don't need to see videos of people who saw a vision of Jesus when they were in a desperate situation. I don't need to read books about people who were miraculously rescued because they were wearing a cross or something like that.

My G-d is bigger than that. He doesn't need help. He doesn't need any other reason to help me than I'm His child. And because I'm His child, He's not going to throw me in some ginormous incinerator and burn me alive because I don't think I need Jesus to get to Him. Seriously. I've done worse things in my life. That's not one of them.

And no, Jews don't need to accept Jesus. Just stop, Mom. Just effing everybody STOP! STOP!!! For the love of G-d and all that's holy... Just stop. Stop shoving your beliefs down everyone's throats! Stop shoving them down MY throat. Don't you know I have already heard it all for 57 years? It isn't new information. I don't have dementia. I didn't forget it. My ever loving G-d!

Do you know how hard this is? Doing this completely alone? Nobody around me, and I mean NOBODY, who has the least interest. I would love it, if you, mom, could at least try to fathom the logic. Try to at least understand... You can't. Nobody here can. It's d*mned infuriating!

I want to scream! I want to pound my fists. My only connection to sanity is online. At least there's that, Thank G-d. I feel like Chief in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I feel like a starving rabbit in a cage with a picture of a carrot on the wall across the room.

Do you know how that feels, Mom? Of course you don't. Not one clue. Because even though the 7th Day Adventist church was often looked at as a weird cult of Christians who were trying to act like Jews, they still have Jesus and, oddly, the same insane distaste for Jews and Judaism other Christians have.

Why? WHY??!! What the h*ll did they ever do to you? They don't believe Jesus was/is G-d or even messiah. So the eff what?! All the texts you believe are talking about Jesus and saying that he is G-d, actually, CAN be read and interpreted differently.

And seriously, you don't KNOW. You've been up to G-d's place in heaven? You met Him? He told you Himself that's how it is? No, of course not. You're reading Hebrew texts written by ancient Israelites, who would have laughed you right out of the country if you would have approached them with the modern Christian English interpretation and understanding of THEIR OWN writings. Sorry, mom, but they would. But you can't get that. You won't.

Your understanding of the Hebrew Bible, mom, is like the adult animated TV series King of the Hill character, Peggy's understanding of Spanish. You can't see that and you won't see it until you're in a similar situation as she was, in a court in Mexico being tried for kidnapping. Because she thought as a Spanish teacher, she knew Spanish backwards and forwards. She didn't.

We know the Hebrew Bible like Peggy Hill knew Spanish. But I care enough to learn, to go to the source as much as possible. I'm going to the descendants of the people who wrote it. Getting our information from modern Western Christians is like going to a Chinese laundry owner to learn how to be a French chef. I wish you could see that. But you can't. And you won't.

I'm in this alone for the foreseeable future. Probably until the day I die, unless my Creator sees fit to send more Jews to the area or He opens y'all's hearts and minds. It's just sad. So sad that y'all assume, at best, that I'm mistaken, and at worst that I'm being misled or even deluded. Not once considering that you might be.

So here I am. Trapped in my cage. Waiting for G-d to let me out.

#jew in progress #In love with Torah #In love with Judaism #In love with truth #B'ezrat HaShem #am yisrael chai

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cantfightmoonlight · 2 years ago

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“You’ve never seen Brokeback Mountain?” His brow curved up slightly as he let out a low whistle at the thought. “We’ll, that explains a lot,” he murmured to himself, only to lift his chin back up toward the other. A smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he did. “I don’t know. I’m kinda a fan of moping, not going to lie,” Chai said, half-jokingly before adding, “Though they do say laughter makes you live longer, so who knows? You may be onto something.”

“Whoa, hey! I do not. You’re the one who turned it into a push up contest,” he pointed out. “But I have an idea, yeah. You’re talking to the guy who grew up with her. I, uh, I moved into the Inn when I was nineteen,” he explained. “They let me crash there if I did odd jobs around the place. And you see, now I may need to start rethinking our friendship. I mean how can you not like pudding? But in terms of my teeth falling out? I mean I am a smoker, so it’s bound to happen eventually. I’m just hoping my lungs give out first,” he joked, despite it being a fairly dark joke to make especially given the fact that the pair of them were currently sitting in a hospital of all places.

“That is until you meet a guy like me, huh? Who doesn’t have the slightest clue about sports analogies?” He offered up, giving Efe a light nudge at the thought.

“You didn’t,” Chai cut him off without missing a beat. “And yeah, of course I do. I mean have you seen you?” He let out a low whistle as his eyes scanned the other man up and down. “You could bench press me in a second and I go the gym frequently. You’re hot, Efetobo,” he promised him. “You are too and you’re far more than just a divorcee. You’re my best friend and, well,” He paused, reaching up to comb his fingers through his hair as it was now his own turn for his cheeks to flush slightly as he admitted, “You’re kinda the best guy I know.”

“I, uh,” Chai blinked over at Efe. His mouth hanging slightly agape as his hand moved to rub awkwardly along the back of his own neck. “Yeah, yeah, no. It is. We’re just, I don’t know? Trying to figure out what the hell we are to each other, I guess? But okay. Well, in that case, I want you to know that you aren’t the only one who felt that way,” he promised him. “I just, I don’t know. I guess I never thought you’d ever think of me like that back, but I guess that feeling was mutual too, huh? You know in the full disclosure of a near-death experience and all? But, no. It’s not stupid. Not even a little bit,” He reassured him, giving his hand a light squeeze in return before returning his own hands back to his own lap. “Space? I mean If that’s what you want? I’d get it. But, I meant it when I said you didn’t make things weird. You’re still my ride or die, Efetobo, and us both being honest with each other hardly changes that?”

"If it helps, I don't know anything about plays. I haven't seen either of those." Embarrassment colored his features as Chai continued, his eyes widening, but Efe managed another laugh all the same. "Hell, maybe jokes are good. I don't know. I've been mopin' around here in my own misery long enough, I think. I should celebrate being conscious," he added decisively, his own expression softening.

"Of course. You're the best, dude. Even if you, you know, suck at snowball fights," he replied with a nod. And he did mean it, voice laced with utter sincerity despite the ease of the quip. "You know how many shirts I used to have with holes singed in them, though? Reese didn't, like, set me ablaze on purpose or anything. But you know how she is with that fireplace." He sniffed, being obtuse on purpose. "Nope. Nope. I brush mine too good. I'll have all my teeth. Good luck to you, though," Efe teased, a grin breaking through. "Besides, if that's your concern, just have oatmeal or something. It's better for you."

He blew out a breath, committing to his bit, but really, he was glad to hear Chai thought him a good friend. "Thanks. But...uh, yeah, sports have always been my fallback now that you mention it. That's how I made pals in Chicago. You just talk in baseball analogies to other dudes, and then they like you." He sighed.

An instant passed. And Efe seemed to curl in on himself at this turn in the conversation, maybe in self-consciousness setting in, some of his usual security failing him. He opened his mouth to reply, but despite the surge of bravery, words were now missing. "Oh." This was all he could manage right in this moment. "I just didn't want to...I don't know. I didn't want to make it weird." Efe met Chai's eye, looking, really looking.

"Oh, uh, you do?" He smiled. He could not help it, a breath he had been holding escaping his lips. Flattery. Or relief. "I'm, uh, not...you know. Out of your league. I'm a divorcee whose body's gonna give out from work in about ten years." This joke came weakly, but it was not funny.

The firefighter nodded, then, succeeding, despite the surge of utter embarrassment, in not physically deflating. He stiffened "Oh? Oh! Uh, good! That's good, right? Anna's great. She's smart and strong, and...well, two good qualities you got too. So good on you, man." Efe smiled, but now he felt like, despite Chai's assertions, he had maybe really messed something up. He crossed his hands in his lap

"I'm not asking for anything, for the record. I don't even know what color balloon I would have thrown. Maybe the same as yours...or not. But, uh, I guess I just didn't want to regret not telling you. Near-death experience and all. Is that stupid?" He swallowed. "I understand I sort of just dropped a lot. If space or time is the right choice right now, that's okay too."

#efe ft. chai #c: chai

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tomtenadia · 3 years ago

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My knight in shining armour

Rowaelin month Day 2 - University AU

I literally just finished this. I wasn’t going to write for this prompt but then an idea finally hit me.

The title as usual is bad... sorry

2k words

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Aelin had days in which she hated men. That was one of those days.

After finishing high school she decided to took a challenging course at the University of Terrasen. Her dad, before he retired, had been an airforce pilot. She had grown up going around his base, visiting him when he was back. In doing so, she had become obsessed with planes. As she grew up, her dad had let her get friendly with his engineer and the man had started teaching her all she needed to know about aircrafts. From the basic physics to the more obscure detail of how the jet worked. Aelin had been fascinated. She had started reading all the possible books, and as she got older, her dad’s engineer had also started having her to actually help her in the hangar. In the summer when school was out, she would actually get a part-time job as an apprentice at the base and she had loved every moment of it. She had also become very close with the two female pilots and together they had spent time talking about the life of a woman in a boys club. The two women had become her role models very quickly.

Terrasen was quite and open minded country but some ideas were still quite obsolete.

In high school at the question “what you want to be when you grow up?” She always answered an aircraft engineer for the airforce. She never faltered or never doubted. That’s what she wanted to, that was her path.

But when time for uni arrived and she applied for a degree in aeronautical engineering, that’s when she realised that the boys club extended far more than she expected.

She was basically the only woman in the class. None of the guys had approached her and on the first day she had walked in the classroom, one of them had the guts to tell her that the humanities department was in the annex c. She ignored the bastard and sat down at the front. She belonged in that room and she would prove it to every single one of them.

Day after day she had shown her knowledge and surprised her professor who was amazed at the fact that she could answer such in depth questions. Last time it happened, she had turned to Chaol - the asshole who had told her about the annex c, and gave him a smirk. That had removed his stupid grin from his face. It felt amazing.

During a private one-to-one with her professor she had confessed to him she had been working at the airbase as an apprentice during the past three summers. Her teacher had luckily been very supportive and encouraged her to keep up the good work.

Now, six months in, she still hated with a vengeance the arseholes she had to study with. Some of them even had the guts to ask her for some help after they realised she was actually good. She had answered that surely they didn’t want the help of a woman, and walked away.

After another class it was finally lunch time and she was meeting Rowan down at their spot on the grass. They were a couple. He had asked her out in the summer after high school was over and they had been together ever since. He was a med student and he knew her pain about choosing a challenging degree. Both their degrees were very intense and required a lot of time so they would just try and spend as much time together as they could. They had a flat together but the public library was were they spent most of their time.

And when their schedules allowed it, they would enjoy lunch together, venting about their academical choices.

“I fucking hate that bastard.” She raged, dropping her bag on the grass and sitting at his side, depositing a kiss on his lips. She felt better almost immediately, being in his arms was all she needed to feel okay again.

“What did he do now?” Asked Rowan knowing of her struggles in her classes.

Aelin grabbed her bag and pulled out her food, the dinner that Rowan had prepared the previous night and then packed away for both of them.

“The teacher gave us an exercise where we had to design an aircraft with what we had learned so far.” She told him, while munching away her food “He was up first and his project was a effing disaster. Seriously, I’d wouldn’t want to fly on a plane designed by him.” She took a sip of her water “the teacher asked us to say what was wrong and it took me ten minutes to stop. I mean, a two year old would have done a better job with lego bricks.”

Rowan giggled at her side “then my turn came and the bastard had the guts to tell me that the aerodynamics of my plane were off and that my ailerons where wrong as well and would not allow the plane to function properly. I took my laptop and shoved it in his face and told him to find the error in my math. He had no clue.” Her face turned smug “then the teacher took over and said that actually my project was, among all, the only one that could actually fly. I felt smug as fuck.”

Rowan pulled an arm around Aelin’s shoulder and pulled her to him. He was proud of her. Every damn day.

“Then after class, he threw me a paper plane and inside it had a message saying this is the only plane you will ever build or work on. I swear, the guy is still alive only because I am not looking forward to finishing my degree via distance learning from a prison.”

She calmed down “how was your day?”

Rowan leaned back against the tree “I had anatomy and physiology. Today we covered the endocrine system and it must be one most boring of them all.”

“Well,” she added with a big smile “when you cover the reproductive system you are welcome to practice with me…”

He laughed and squished her to her chest “I am a very big fan of your… bits.” She kissed him deeply not caring that they were in public, she wanted him and hated that they had more classes before being able to go home and then alas, study more. Maybe for one evening they could study something different.

“Aelin?”

“Yes, buzzard?”

His tongue gently teased her and she opened for him while his hand brushed off a rebel strand of hair.

He pulled back ��Nothing, you had tomato sauce on you lips. I was just wiping it off. Did you think I wanted to kiss you?”

Aelin gently punched him on the shoulder, in return he gave her a massive grin. Rowan was a very reserved man who struggled with stranger, but she had her own version, the goofy one, the one who made jokes and loved to cuddle with her. She would treasure that version forever. That was just for her.

They were busy chatting away and she was showing him on her laptop the exercise she had been working on and her plane prototype and although what she was saying was greek to him, he still listened to her in fascination.

She was telling him how a plane flew and the four forces when a figure stopped in front of them.

“It must be exciting to brag with your boyfriend about your hopeless projects.” Said the man.

Rowan raised his eyes and finally saw the face of the man that had been making Aelin’s life miserable.

“What did you just say?” Rowan stood and towered on the brown-haired man by twenty centimetres. Chaol also looked frail compared to Rowan’s muscular frame.

“Chaol, you’d better go.” Not that she cared about the man, she just didn’t want Rowan to get into trouble for a petty man.

“You’d better give up while you still can, Galathynius. Aeronautical engineering is not a field for a woman.” He crossed his arms at his chest trying to look intimidating but the look in Rowan’s eyes told her it was a useless attempt. Her boyfriend was ready to attack. She knew he had never hit anyone, but had a feeling that if Chaol didn’t stop it could be a first for Rowan.

“Chaol,” she stood as well and growled his name in warning.

“Oh, so you are one of those arseholes who believes that certain jobs can be done only by those who were born with a penis. It’s the fucking 21st century. Grow up, idiot.”

Rowan swore, alarm bells rang in Aelin’s head. He only swore when he was extremely mad, something that her unflappable boyfriend rarely was.

“Oh look, Galathynius, you have a knight in shining armour.”

Aelin moved between Rowan and Chaol, trying to separate them when her boyfriend moved a step closer to the other guy.

Chaol chuckled “Did you sleep with every professor—” but Chaol never finished his sentence. She saw the scene develop in slow motion in front of her. At those words Rowan’s face had turned feral and as on instinct his arm moved and a second later his fist found its target in Chaol’s face.

Rowan then grabbed Chaol by the collar and lifted him up slightly “You take it back, immediately or I’ll smash all the twenty two bones in your skull.”

“Go on,” said Chaol, nursing a broken lips.

Aelin stopped in between and grasped Rowan’s hand gently “Put him down, Ro, he is not worth it.”

Her gaze then turned to Chaol “now you go back to whatever shithole you came from and perhaps go back working on your project and design a real aircraft.” She moved closer to him “I know what the fuck I am doing. And I know I will have a job in the airforce after this. You will just go back being daddy’s little spoiled boy.”

Chaol glared at her and Rowan finally let go of him, bur before he fully released him he pulled the man close enough that his mouth was near his ear “you disrespect her like that one more time and you’ll finish your degree from a hospital bed while sipping your food from a straw.” Rowan flashed his teeth in a threatening gesture “you leave her alone, because if I hear you have been a bastard to her one more time, I will make your life a living hell.” And eventually released him. Chaol shrugged his t-shirt back into place and walked away without adding another word.

Rowan sighed and then turned to her, his expression back being soft as soon as she looked back at him.

“You didn’t have to punch him,” she said while snuggling against his chest. His arms quickly around her.

“Yes I had to. What he said….” She felt him tense up again “he made me so mad, fireheart.”

“Seeing you thump him was very sexy,” she kissed him gently on the lips “my knight in shining armour.”

Rowan chuckled and looked into he blue eyes “you don’t need a knight. You are fierce, brave and strong and do not need any protection,” he added, his lips on her head. Nesting under his chin was her favourite position. They fit perfectly “I, on the other hand, as a male who is hopelessly in love with you, felt the desperate need to avenge the sullied honour of my amazing other half.”

Aelin giggled hard “you really sound like a knight.”

“Come on, Sir Rowan Whitethorn of Wendlyn, let’s finish our lunch, I have an hour of mechanics of flight coming up and I need sustenance.”

“Yes, my queen,” he said kneeling in front of her.

Aelin laughed and kissed him deeply “maybe I can be your queen tonight in bed as well.”

His smirk grew wider and Aelin felt heat pool at her core at his expression.

“Whatever m’lady commands.”

They finished their lunch in peace without any more interruptions and eventually they parted ways, going to their respective classes.

Chaol did not bothered her anymore. He didn’t even met her gaze and him ignoring her was all she asked. She was there to learn, he could just go and sulk in the afterburner of a jet, perhaps while on, for all she cared.

Aelin texted Rowan a thank you and his reply was a simple To whatever end.

#rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #chaol westfall #university au #Throne of Glass series

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inventors-fair · 3 years ago

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Mutation Nation: Type-Changing Winners ~

Congratulations to @grornt, @hypexion and @nine-effing-hells for winning this week’s contest!

@grornt - Tranquil Presence

You know what? The more I look at this card, the more it feels like an official preview of sorts. The P/T was initially confusing to me, but no, that’s how Vehicles work, isn’t it? Totally reasonable to have it here. This is an aggressive, strong, beautiful card. What can I assume about this set? There are signposts in two-color combinations, maybe more. There’s an enchantment theme. This archetype plays up the choices between early enchantment aggro and midrange Embodiment costs, because Embodiment has a slightly higher cost at times. There’s some sort of magical nature here, which, yeah, it’s obvious, but it’s more like Theros than Kamigawa, a bio-energy that exists normally in these groves and comes alive with just a little more energy.

This card allows me to read into things in a way that makes me feel good as a player. Thinking critically about the draft environment and/or the impact on decks that play these cards is a nuanced feeling that’s difficult to capture correctly at times. Maybe this card is simple, but no cards are simple, truly. Shock is a simple card. Something like Baneslayer is a simple card. They’re everycards, big powerful swingy things, and they’re wonderful cards, but they don’t make me think. Do I want cards that make me think all the time, every time? Definitely not. That’s complexity out the wazoo. Do I want cards like this for contests like this? I think so. Mechanically inclined cards that evoke strong feelings aren’t easy to make. Take pride in that.

@hypexion - Kaito, Expert Infiltrator

I think this card is both 99% of the way there and 100% super cool. This sort of “AU” feel is something I appreciate when it’s done this well. Story-wise and flavorfully, I don’t think I’d change anything about it. Mechanically, I might have a couple tweaks, but they’re minor. Firstly, I’d add that Kaito isn’t a planeswalker as long as he’s a creature for that “As long as” clause. Secondly, the last ability I’d have as “X or less” just like the OG Tezzeret. I know it’s a super corner case, but might as well, right?

I’m torn on the 0 ability, but man, I think I like it flavorfully the more I think about it. Couriers getting information to give to Kaito is really cool, and while the required targeting on a planeswalker’s plus is rough, I don’t think it’s unwarranted here. You have to have someone to give you information, and it’s not going to happen naturally! Expending a little effort to make a ninja to get you that information isn’t the worst thing in the world. Amazing choice for the instant-ninja-ness, too. I think I really like how this card feels as a planeswalker character. Mechanically, well, it’s certainly very good, but the feeling is so riveting that I can’t help but feel that this guy is indeed a guy. He’s on a mission and he’s a ninja. His expertise is reliant on your strategy. Fascinating card. You took a big risk here. I like it.

@nine-effing-hells — Treasure Horde

It took me a second. It took me a long second to realize what I was missing, and that’s embarrassing, but wow, this is the simple silliness that I was hoping to see more of. I can see exactly what this card is doing, but before I get into that, let’s talk mechanics. Obviously this card is asking you to go hard in on the Treasures and if you’re a casual brewer you can have fun with Food and Clues and whatnot as well. Plus, Brass’s Bounty says hello. Clever to add the haste clause in to prevent them from muddling up their usual functioning, good call.

I can see it, though! There’s a little gold dude made of coins and jewels, a necklace of sinewy chains holding up a dagger, with a few buddies behind it, all looking at the viewer with an evil little glint. The environment could be just about anything that utilizes these tokens, but “Treasure matters” is a totally normal and usable theme which works perfectly with the kind of card this wants to be. Considering how complex this week was, this kind of simple heartfelt design makes me smile and I think it’s a stand-out example of how to keep things cool. It’s not that complex designs are without merit, but you made simplicity work here because the strength is in the card as a whole. Sincerely, I love and appreciate that. This is one of those cards that feels printable, a classic, something that makes sense. What more could I possibly have asked for? ... More commons, maybe, but hey, no complaints.

Thank you all for your entries! Runners-up and more soon.

@abelzumi

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #type changing contest #inventor's fair #Winners #commentary

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palimpsessed · 3 years ago

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Writerly Ephemera

I was tagged by @amywaterwings @mostlymaudlin @tea-brigade @effing-numpties @captain-aralias @bloodiedpixie . This is so cool, so thanks for sharing yours! ❤️

Per Amy: We add little bits of ourselves to our writing, scattering memories and places and phrases and things into our stories. The game is to find five examples of this, of YOU, in your writing and show everyone.

I don’t really feel like I put much of my own experiences into my fic, probably because I don’t feel like I have a lot of experiences to pull from. (That’s not me being self-deprecating; that’s me never going anywhere or doing anything.) So, let’s see what we come up with!

Going to tag here. I feel like I’ve gotten to this late so I’m not sure who has been tagged. Anyway. No pressure, loves. Just saying hi. 🥰 @theflyingpeach @bazzybelle @otherworldsivelivedin @unseelieseelie @wetheformidables @caitybug @nightimedreamersworld @foolofabookwyrm @stillmadaboutpetra

1. I have put the most of myself into A Man of Letters. I have my degree in English Lit and when I was in college, I was at the height of my Jane Austen obsession. So I sort of built my degree around the development of the English novel. My senior thesis was on a book called Evelina by Frances Burney, who was one of Austen’s greatest literary influences. Evelina is an epistolary novel—told entirely in letters. I love the epistolary form, for the same reason I love dialogue and texting fics. It’s such a fun narrative technique and can reveal so much about individual characters. It’s actually a bit like the way Rainbow Rowell uses multi POV in her books. Anyway, my love of the epistle was on full display in this fic, which is ofc told in letters. —Do I share a passage? That’s like...the whole fic 😅 So, idk. Here’s Simon being a disaster as he meditates on letter writing:

Dear Penny,

As I start this letter, I already know I'm not going to post it. I know I won't be able to bring myself to do it, because of what I have to say to you. I do feel bad. It's not that I don't want to tell you. And you know I'm so much better at writing things down than saying them out loud. It's only that I feel like this would all sound better coming from me in person. I just don't think I'll be able to make you understand in a letter. I'm still trying to understand myself. And writing all of this down helps me with that. Even if I'm only pretending to write to you, it makes me feel better, to think of you on the other end. I promise I really will tell you everything as soon as we're together again.

2. Also for A Man of Letters, my fascination with Regency fashions, in particular the dandy, was a major factor. I did an art book about this, comparing how fashion has changed over time, especially in regard to gender. (I also did an art book based on Evelina, since I’m on the subject. I minored in book art. 😁) I always fancied the look of a Regency dandy, so that was my gift to Baz.

Whoever has been working their magic on Salisbury should in fact be the person to whom I offer my eternal devotion. Alas, I am left to flounder under the burden of lusting after a man who is incapable of dressing himself.

The utter and unmitigated shame.

Salisbury wore a forest green wool frock coat that set off the golden highlights in his brown locks. This was accented with a green and aubergine striped silk waistcoat that was trimmed in white piping and felt much too daring a pattern for the man. (I don't care if he was a soldier; it takes a hardier man than him by half to choose a stripe like that.) His charcoal trousers were enticingly snug, but not so much to prove lethal. His cravat and points left much to be desired, though that likely reflected poorly on his ability to keep himself in order, rather than the ability of his valet. (Good God, maybe the man doesn't even have a valet!)

3. When it came to my countdown fic, To the Manor Borne, I had Shep make a reference to Cluedo, because Pitch Manor would be perfect for a real life game. Behind that, is the fact that my family played a lot of Clue and I watched the movie a whole bunch growing up, to the point where my sister and I used to quote it to each other. This was a way to pay homage to that. He also talks about playing the game Murder in the Dark, which was one I played at Halloween as a kid. One of my cousins was dressed as a ghoul with glow in the dark face paint and we were in my grandma’s creepy upstairs. Perfect vibes.

I’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room and the library and the study and the parlor. Walking through this house is like playing Clue. (They call it Cluedo on this side of the pond, because they like to be difficult.) (That was a whole thing. Do not get me started.)

I keep thinking Colonel Mustard’s going to pop up out of nowhere and brain me with a lead pipe.

And:

What kind of games do you play with magickal friends who don't have magic? Twister? Not with the wings and tail. Cards? Baz and Penny would cheat. Or accuse everyone else of cheating if they didn't win. Murder in the dark? With these people, in this house, I knew it would turn literal fast, and also it was like ten in the morning. Hide and seek? Simon and I would hide and everyone else would ditch. Snowball fight? World War III.

4. I’ve referenced Mozart in my fics a couple of times because when I was first getting into classical music, I was listening to a lot of Mozart. My sister had a CD of some of his early symphonies, and my local classical station does “Mozart in the Mornings” which happened to fit in the exact time slot between two morning classes I had my first year in college. I’d go sit in my car with a cup of tea, and just vibe with Mozart as my soundtrack. I’ve name dropped him in both A Man of Letters and To the Manor Borne. Also, Mozart wrote 12 variations on the melody shared by Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, which is a lovely tie in. (I also had the gang sing/cast The Holly and the Ivy, which is one of my favorite Christmas carols, and by strange coincidence was playing on the radio at the same time I wrote that scene. 🥰)

"It's a songbook," I tell him, like he can't figure that out for himself. "Did you know that Mozart wrote twelve different versions of the same song?"

He's laughing. "Mozart did not write Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Simon."

"You know what I mean."

"He composed twelve variations for solo piano on the French folk melody Ah! Vous dirai-je, maman."

"Sure. Anyway, this is for the violin. For you to play."

He's still laughing, and I'm trying to figure out what's so funny, but then he kisses me again, on the lips this time, so I figure maybe I'm still doing okay.

Only one more to go! What will it be? 👀

5. Therapy! Eheheh...😅 Look, it’s no secret the gang needs it. And tbh, so do I. Haven’t actually managed to get myself to go yet, and I think that’s where a lot of my “send them to therapy” happy endings come from. I did it in Use Your Words and To the Manor Borne. I started Chamber by Chamber with SnowBaz already in therapy, and then structured the whole thing around therapy that they give to each other and to themselves. It didn’t really fit in A Man of Letters, but if it had, I absolutely would have done it. I’ve only shared from two fics so far, and since it could kind of spoil the ending to Use Your Words (tho saying this may be spoiler anyway...), here are two snippets from It’s a Kind of Magic, Part I of Chamber by Chamber.

I've been working on articulating my needs. We both have. Ordinarily, I'd be afraid of pushing him away by making demands when he's on the verge of a spiral, but my therapist insists that I can't go on treating Simon with kid gloves. If I never ask him for anything, he'll think he doesn't have anything to give.

And

When I told that to my therapist, she said that I needed to talk it out of me and she'd help me find ways to work through it all. She said I needed to talk it out with Baz, too, so that he'd know how to help me when things got bad again—that was something else she said, that things would get bad again, and that I'd need to be prepared for that. That I couldn't expect things to be easy, and just go away.

6. BONUS! I think the biggest way I include bits of myself is in the AUs I’ve chosen to write. I have three I’m planning that say a lot about me, so I’m going to talk a bit about them here. There is ofc my Scooby Doo AU, inspired in large part by the fact that I watched it all the time growing up and also, my sister continues to be obsessed with it. When we were young, my parents were doing a lot of work on their house and we’d take family trips to the hardware store. My sister and I hated it, so we’d wait in the car with my mom and she would entertain us with “Scooby Doo stories”. Other AUs I’m planning? Troop Beverly Hills—please tell me someone else out there loved this movie the way I did when I was 5. It was very influential to baby me and I remember wishing for nothing more than being able to dress like Shelley Long. So, I’m going to let Baz do it, because I think he deserves it. 🥰 Lastly, tho it will probably be the first I write, is my Cupid and Psyche AU, from when I was heavy into mythology and religion. Since these are all forthcoming projects, I don’t really have a snippet. Instead, here’s Baz comparing Simon to Eros, which is what started my brain on that particular AU.

I am lost. I barely know anything about Salisbury, but I can't help being drawn in. At one time, I could have comforted myself that I was only so smitten with him because he looks like he was sculpted by Praxiteles. That excuse grows weaker with every encounter. He's the furthest thing from a lifeless tribute to beauty in marble as one can be. There is something deep and dark and feral inside of him and I want to claw it out. I want to see it, to let it free. To taste his wildness and his pain.

#tag game #writerly ephemera

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bxthharmon · 5 years ago

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Never Go Home Again, Pt. V || JJ Maybank x reader

Words: 3628

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: underage drinking / drug use

Series summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy. teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: A trip to the cemetery and talks of the future

A/N: Okay THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT and as always, let me know what oyu think and if you wanna be tagged <3

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

“I mean it’s obvious, right?” John B looked around at the group, “A family heirloom, what better place to hide a message? He had to know it was gonna get back to me, right?”

“Yeah, it’s possible.” Kie assured her friend, looking back at Pope’s skeptical face and you and JJ, currently sharing a spliff.

“It could also be possible that you’re concocting wild theories to help,” Pope started, “you know, deal with your sad feels.”

“Bro, you know how I process my sad feels?” JJ piped up.

“Do we want to?” you quipped, taking a hit off the joint.

“Dank nugs and the stickiest of ickies.” he continued, making you snort., “That’s how I do it.”

“You know,” you looked at him, as if about to make a psychological evaluation, “you’re like, such a stereotype?”

“I’m not concocting, okay?” John B snapped, cutting off your tangent, “My dad’s trying to give me a message.”

“If it helps you believe, John B.” Kie assured.

“Look, I - I don’t need a therapy session, okay? I’m not trippin’ out.”

“It’s okay to trip out, bro, but-”

“Look my - my dad is missing, okay? Missing. You don’t know what it’s like to have the person closest to you vanish and then have no idea what happened. To just wake up every morning wandering.”

“It’s been almost a year.” Kie soothed.

“Hey,” JJ piped up, again, “He could have been kidnapped - that’s definitely a possibility.”

“Yeah, could be in a Soviet sub being interrogated by the KGB somewhere.” Pope offered.

“Absolutely. Or Atlantis!”

“Because a fictional, Ancient Greek allegory is the most plausible option.” you deadpanned.

“Y/N,” Kie warned, turning back to John B, “What do you think the message is?”

“Redfield.” he thought for a second, “Redfield Lighthouse, that’s my dad’s favourite place.”

He pulled into the woods, the group leading you to a picket fence overlooking the grey and white tower and the platform of rocks it stood on.

“I didn’t even know there was a lighthouse on this island.” you muttered, shielding your eyes from the sun.

“Alright here’s what’s gonna happen,” John B walked over to JJ, “You’re gonna post up and look out for bogeys, okay?”

“Wait,” JJ frowned, “why me?”

“‘Cause you’re not coming.” Pope said, as if it was obvious.

“Why?”

“Look JJ, there are independent and dependent variables.” Pope explained.

“You’re an independent variable.” you confirmed.

“We don’t know what you’ll do.” Pope added.

“Shut up!” he yelled at you both, “just shut up!”

“Listen to me for a second!” John B shouted over him, “Just listen. Pope and Y/N, stand look out with JJ, okay? If we get split up we’ll meet back at JJ’s house.”

You made eye contact with JJ, thinking of his dad, passed out on the sofa the night before.

“Great.” Kie interrupted your thought, walking away with John B.

“I’m gonna work on my merit scholarship essay.” Pope excused, “and I’m tryna keep felonies down to a minimum.”

“A’ight, will you just shut up?” JJ said, kicking around his hacky sack. You pulled yourself up onto a joint between a tree and its branch, watching JJ kick the sack around. You watched for a couple of minutes, admiring the way his eyebrows pulled in when he concentrated and his blonde locks fell over his face, or the way he pouted when the ball fell into the crisp leaves, before twisting around and kicking your feet out to rest on the branch. He looked up at you, a determined curiosity in his eyes. You looked back down at him, bracing yourself for the oncoming question. “What happened last night?”

You glanced over to Pope, who was too busy thinking to pay any attention. “My dad got drunk and started saying shit, I didn’t wanna stick around and I had no clue where to go. Thanks, for all of that.”

“It's nothing you haven’t done for me.” he reminded you. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You smiled a tight-lipped smile, nodding quickly, “Of course.”

You dragged Pope into a game of hacky sack, and he was beginning to get the hang of it (after much teasing from you and JJ) when you heard the sirens. You swore, running to the Twinkie as the cars pulled closer, sirens wailing and lights flashing. You all jumped in, driving away despite your point that “Pogues don’t leave pogues behind, right?”

John B had picked up you, Pope and JJ, and after a short delay caused by Kie’s refusal (you explained to the boys that John B had kissed her and been rejected, which was all Kie had told you during your shift at the Wreck) you found yourselves on the way to the cemetery.

“You mind if I just relax on this one?” JJ spoke up, “It’s been a long day, and a lot of weird stuff’s gone down. I’m just gonna lay low,” he turned to you, “Did you want a hit of this?”

You took the blunt, inhaling the weed and exhaling the smoke. You offered it to Pope, who shook his head. You groaned. “Popey, you’re a total buzzkill!”

“How much have you had?” you flipped him off, “I keep the signal clear.” he shook his head, and you handed the blunt back to JJ.

“Dude, okay.” JJ leaned forwards like an old mage about to give the wisest advice of the century, “Do you understand that your problem is that you don’t get creative? If you got creative, then-”

“Look, John B interrupted, sparing you all from JJ’s wisdom, “I - I know I was wrong about the lighthouse, alright? And wrong about everything else going on. But I was right about one thing, okay? My dad is trying to tell me something.”

“Come on.” you hopped out of the van, and turned, grabbing JJ’s handed and trying to pull him up from the floor with all your might, frustrated when he giggled at your efforts, not having moved an inch. Kie scolded the pair of you, so you let John B lead you into the cemetery, tickling Pope on the back of the neck with a bit of long grass so that he panicked, spinning around like a deer in the headlights, searching for whatever ghost he thought had touched him. You and JJ giggled.

“This place is scary.” Kie shuddered, the torch lights swaying in time with the footfalls. “John B, what are we doing?”

“Shut up!” he hissed, “Okay, so you know how you’re trying to remember a song,” you prepared yourself for an unnecessarily long explanation, “and you can’t remember who sings it?”

You all hummed in understanding.

“So. Redfield. This whole time I thought it was a place, right? But it’s not a place.” He held up the light to show the word “REDFIELD” written over the door of a tomb, “It’s a person.”

“Voi-effing-la.” JJ snarked, and you elbowed him playfully.

“See,” John B continued, “My great-great-grandmother, Olivia Redfield.” he glanced back at you, “That was her maiden name. Look, help me with the door, come on.” he stepped forwards, him and Pope beginning to push on the count of three. JJ joined.

“Are you pushing?”

“Yeah, I’m pushing.”

“Hold on, I got it.”

“This door is, like, 700 pounds man,” Pope sighed, “it’s not gonna budge.”

“We didn’t come this far, to get this far, alright?” JJ countered. You and Kie looked at each other, fighting back giggles at the macho-man display in front of you. Your stifled laughs were interrupted by a hissing, the pair of you squealing slightly as you stepped back.

The boys pulled back as well, JJ throwing his arms out dramatically in front of you. “Snake!” he yelled.

“No shit.” you whispered.

“That’s a moccasin, alright.” he confirmed, “Ye olde Dr. Cottonmouth. Death in tall grass.”

He barked loudly at the snake, crouching slightly.

“JJ, Shut up!” Kie hissed, “Shut up!”

“You’re gonna wake the frickin’ dead, man!” Pope whisper-shouted.

“They’re afraid of dogs.” JJ shrugged like it was common knowledge, ignoring your confused faces, “Everyone knows that, man. Wait, hold on.” he pulled Kie and John B back, the four of you turning back to him with unimpressed faces. “If there’s one, there’s probably dozens.”

“What?” Pope fretted.

“JJ,” you groaned. “Stop being dramatic, it was just a snake.”

Pope and JJ looked at you almost offended, with terror stricken faces.

“Can you stop? You’re scaring me.” Kie begged. JJ started barking again.

“Oh my God, Jay.” you seethed, “stop fucking barking!”

“Just making sure it’s clear!” he argued, making you roll your eyes.

“Shut up!” Pope finalised, “John-”

“It’s a snake!” JJ countered.

“We’re not gonna get in there.” Pope continued, as Kie nudged you, pointing to the whole in the door. “It’s not budging. We should probably just go.”

“I can get through.” you spoke, Kie glancing at you with a worried smile.

“What?” JJ stared at you, concern striking his face, again.

“What?” echoed John B, “No, no, you think you’re gonna fit through the hole?”

“That hole?” JJ confirmed, and you nodded.

“Look,” you turned to face John B, “I know we only met like a week and a half ago, but I can see how much this means to you. If this helps you find him, or, at the very least, find out what happened, then of course I’ll climb through that whole. You deserve to know the truth. I’ll do it.”

Kie went forward to clear the vines away, and JJ frowned at you. “Are you sure?”

“For John B,” you reminded him, “I’ll try not to get possessed, you know, like the Tutankhamun shit. Though, if I did, I’d take all of you down with me.”

With that, JJ helped pull the vines to the side, allowing you entry. “I’m gonna boost ya,” he said, leaning against the wall in a crouch position with his fingers interlocked, “I’ve seen it in the movies several times, ready?”

You turned to John B, “Remind me what we’re looking for?”

“You’ll know when you see it.” he said, arms crossed and staring straight on. You nodded, not really assured, but ready to go in.

“Hold my flashlight.” You passed it to Pope.

“Okay,” JJ instructed, “Put your hand right there, and your foot. Alright, on three.”

You ignored him, pushing yourself up and clambering through the whole, jumping down onto the dusty ground on the other side. You brushed yourself off in the darkness, hearing JJ mutter “Okay, nevermind, just forget about three then.” the lights from outside were moving, and you saw the shadow of JJ moving away, and Pope moving towards the gap.

“Okay, flashlight?” you called, and are greeted by the feel of Pope thrusting a flashlight in your face, barely an inch away. You took it from him, clicked it on and shone it around. You could see the shapes of the individual tombs, and shuddered.

“You alive?” John B called, “Got like a - a heartbeat, and everything?”

“So far. No Howard Carter shit yet.” you confirmed, hearing JJ mutter something about Tutankhamun, and you slowly turned, looking at the dusty tombstones and plaques for clues. “Uh, I need some more light.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He handed you another light, “I got ya.”

You shone it towards a gap between two stones, stepping forwards slowly, trying to make out exactly what it was. An envelope of some sort?

“You got something?” JJ asked, “Is there gold?”

“Oh my God.” you muster, picking it up. You read the front, “FedEx”, and then next to it, in handwritten block letters, “FOR BIRD.”

You stepped towards the hole, holding the envelope and light out blindly as someone took them from you. You heard Pope say “That’s not gold.”

“Holy shit.” You heard John B murmur as you tackled your way out of the tomb, tumbling out of the whole with JJ’s help, “This is from my dad.”

You and Kie smiled softly, turning at the sound of a vehicle. JJ took a hit from his Juul, “Code red.” he called, “Code red. Square groupers. Square groupers!”

“Go!” Kie said, the five of you running from the headlights.

“It’s the guys who robbed your house!” JJ yelled as you all collapsed behind some tombstones, leaning around to try and see who they were.

“Lights!” You hissed, as the boys struggled with their flashlights. You clicked JJ’s headlight off for him, and he smirked in the shaky light. “John B - your light!” he tried to stuff in his shirt, making you smirk, idiot.

You could hear shouts, “Do you think it’s them?” Kie asked.

“Homie’s got a gun.” observed JJ.

“Screw this.” You grabbed Kiara’s hand, pulling her up with you and ran towards the gate. You let go, grabbing the gate and climbing, throwing your legs over one by one, and then hopping down the other side, only then noticing that the boys had, in fact, followed. Kie jumped down beside you, then JJ and John B. You looked back, seeing how Pope’s shorts were hooked over a loop, and he was stuck. You could see him panicking, and ran back to him, grabbing his waist as he yelled complaints. You pulled him back, stepping away from the gate a cackling at the sight of him standing awkwardly in his pants.

“Nice,” JJ commented, “It’s a little tootsie roll!”

Kie grabbed your forearm, the pair of you jumping in the car in fits if barely-contained giggles.

“Dumbass,” you mumbled through your laughter, helping him in, “Ain’t you ever jumped a gate before?”

“I have limited experience!” he countered, John B driving away.

“Guys,” you wheezed, you and JJ still giggling your heads off, “I’m pretty sure that was just the cemetery guards.”

You watched JJ spread jam over two slices of mouldy toast, disgust pulling at your features.

“That bread had mould on it three days ago.” Pope said, in passing.

“I’ll just pull off the bad parts,” JJ shrugged, “Plus, mould is good for you, it’s just a natural organism.”

“Jay, deadly nightshade is also ‘just a natural organism’, and, clue in the name, it’s deadly.” you pointed out, and he shrugged, joining you next to John B as Kie called to him.

“Hot damn, let’s do it.” he came, watching as John B pulled the seal off the envelope. He took a bite from the bread, and immediately gagged, spitting it back into his hand, and going to throw the bread away. Your face contorted in disgust, again, but softened at the sight of his sheepish grin. John B unfolded the map, and the five of you leaned over to check it out.

The map showed the island, a hurricane and ‘x’ marked in with a black marker.

“Holy shit.” John murmured.

“Well, ‘x’ marks the spot.” you pointed to the ‘x’ situated on the sea.

Next, John B pulled out an old fashioned tape recorder.

“What’s that?” JJ asked.

“A tape recorder, dummy.” you chuckled, “Where’d he get it, the 90s?”

“Dear Bird,”

“Who’s Bird?” you asked.

“That’s what my dad called me.” John B explained.

“I hate to say ‘I told you so’, but I told you so. And you doubted your old man. I suspect, at this moment you’re filled with guilt and self-loathing about our last fight, but don’t kill yourself just yet, kid. I didn’t expect to find the Merchant either.” you looked at the others, seeing their matching expressions of shock and wonder, “You were probably right to call me out, I wasn’t exactly father of the decade. What can I say, kid? I could smell the barn. And hopefully we’re listenin’ to this in our brand new sugar-shack down in Costa Rica livin’ off passive investments and pulling on permits. If not, and you find this for less optimal reasons, well, that’s what the map is for. There she is, the wreck of the Merchant. If somethin’ happens to me, finish what I started. Go for the gold, kid. I love you bird, even if I didn’t always act like it. I’ll see you on the other side.”

The tape went static, and you could see John B tearing up, your heart breaking for him. He clicked the recorder off, standing up and grabbing onto a door frame, sobs racking his body.

“Holy shit, he did it!” JJ grinned ecstatically, “Big John - He found, he found the Merchant!”

You slapped his arm, eyes widening in warning as you nodded over to John B. “Can you… can you please?” JJ nodded, looking down and muttering an apology. You could hear John B’s sobs from feet away. You watched Kie hug him from behind, and leant your head on JJ’s shoulder.

You lay between JJ’s legs, head resting on his chest as he played with your hair, and you watched Kie strum at the ukulele, your faces lit up by the fire beside you, the soft, glowing light illuminating your small circle.

“How much was it again?” JJ broke the relative quiet.

“Four hundred mil.” You responded in a low murmur, looking up at his golden face.

“Alright, let’s talk the split.” he lightened up, hands leaving your hair and coming down to meet your hands. “Now, before we say ‘evenly’, may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers who are after us.” he lifted the gun to show you all, ignoring the collective groan, “Protection, not cheap, okay?”

“You haven’t trained.” Pope pointed out. “You’ve done zero training.”

“Nada.” You emphasised, “Zilch.”

“Youtube, bro!” JJ justified. “That’s at least a five percent bump right there. Any objections?” he ignored you and Pope’s muttering, “Didn’t think so.”

“Yeah.” You and Pope said in unison, and you sat up, twisting to face him.

“Complaint right here!” you leaned away from him.

“I don’t hear any.” He pouted as you pulled away, reaching out for your waist and pulling you back down to how you’d lay before.

“Guys,” you twisted your head to look at the pogues. “I’m like, new here, and y’all don’t really know me, so like, are you sure you want me in the cut? ‘Cause I’d understand if not-”

“Y/N,” Kie shut you up, “quality over quantity. You’ve helped us, we’re all getting 80 mil, JJ.” she glared at him, making you snort. “what are you gonna do with your 80 mil, Pope?”

“Pay for college in advance. And also textbooks. Those are expensive.”

“What about you Kie?” you asked.

“Yeah, what does a socialist do when she’s rich?” Pope smirked.

Kie chuckles, shrugging, “Just wanna make a double album. About OBX, the pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire’s about Kingston. Record it at Marley studio, Peter Tosh producing.”

“Peter Tosh is dead.” Pope said.

“Peter Tosh is dead, I know.” Kie grinned, “Spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.” she toasted with her beer, “What about you, Y/N?”

“Pay off my brother’s student loans.” You paused, “And travel. I wanna see Europe. And Asia, and South America. I wanna see other cultures, you know? Might come back here, one day, I might even go back to LA for a bit, but probably not, just come straight home after a couple of years, and go full kook.”

“Yeah,” JJ agreed, “I’m gonna get a big ass house of Figure Eight and go full kook.”

“You’re gonna go full kook?” Pope asked.

“Yeah.” JJ nodded. “Gonna get a marble statue of myself and then I’m gonna get a koi pond.” You giggled, grinning up at him. “Put a bunch of those fish-”

“I’m never visiting.” Kie laughed.

“What are you gonna do, JB?” Pope brought your attention to your other friend.

He looked back around at the group and toasted, “To going full kook.”

“To going full kook!” you all cheered, all of you laughing, drinks raised, and heads stuck in your temporary bliss.

Eventually, John B clocked out, heading to his room, and Kiara gave Pope a ride home, leaving you and JJ alone for the first time since last night. You had been drinking and smoking all night, while he had stopped uncharacteristically early. As a result, he was almost sober, and you were nearing wasted as you went to grab your stuff and head home. He put his arm around your waist, letting you lean on him as you ambled slowly towards your house.

“Jay?” you mumbled, and he hummed, helping you further down the road, “When we go full kook, we should combine our money to get an even bigger house.”

He smiled at the thought of sharing a house with you.

“You wanna share a house with me?” he stopped by your door, and you turned to face him.

“Duh.” you slurred, blinking up at him.

“I’ll warn you, I’m a messy person.” he gazed down at your drunken smile.

“I’ll manage.” you mumbled, leaning up into him.

You pressed your lips to his, feeling pure bliss for a split second, but sobering when you felt him move away, punching against the kiss. You stepped back, cheeks reddening as you realised what you had done, feeling stupid and embarrassed, wanting to disappear. You felt your vision go cloudy, and he was talking but all you could hear was the voice in your head screaming that you had ruined this perfect, happy friendship You frowned, trying to keep the tears in as he stepped away from the door, backing into the road.

“JJ, I…” you watched him walk away, his shape turning into a smudge that crawled away, and disappearing completely when he turned the corner. Then, you let yourself fall.

Tags: @tangledinsparkles @jellyfishbeansontoast @lolitstiana @ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @teamnick @thoughtsofthestars @obxmxybxnk

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mxndwitch · 4 years ago

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I want to start this day and my little love project with the real MVPs of my little fandom corner, the people who are my ride or dies forever, who have been with me for YEARS in some cases and never fail to be anything other than utterly amazing

@facemypast

Bubs, you know how much I adore you, I am sure, because we’ve been going strong since 2018 I think, but I never want to miss an opportunity to tell you how wonderful you are! Our babies give me life and the world we have created for them is my favorite thing in the world. I love having you as a friend ooc and I am so proud of the hard working, smart and kind woman you have grown into in the last couple of years. Although med school makes me miss you daily, i couldn’t be more excited for you, because you’re living your dream. Keep reaching for the stars, my dearest ❤

@shieldedsouls

My other die hard love! You and Britt have been by my side since my reboot and I couldn’t imagine a rpg world without you in it. You babes give me life and I utterly adore every other muse aside from Bucky you write, because they’re all amazing ( especially Maria, the hermit xD ). You’re one of the kindest & most loyal people this hellsite has thrown at me and I couldn’t imagine my dash and my life without you in it. Thank you for being my friend ic and oc.

@loyaltyworn / @undauntic

Dixon, you wonderful & talented bean! Man, I remember very vividly how excited I was, when we started roleplaying on Carol, because you’re so effing talented and I loved her so much. And look at us now! Bucky is the light of Wanda’s life and I will forever stalk you on any blog you make, even the characters I don’t know, because it’s you and you’re stuck with me forever. Thank you for always having my back and being the most loyal friend one could have on this hellsite!

@outlawiism

LUCY! Holy guacamole, what can I say? You are by far the kindest, most genuinely supportive person I have ever met on Tumblr. Your presence is a ray of pure sunshine on my dash every day and you never fail to reach out & support others, when you see they need it most. Not to mention that your Peter is flawless and the love you feel for him is absolutely infectious. I am so happy we have become such good friends with time and I’m never giving you back!

@danversiism

I’m so grateful that Lucy and you are a package deal, because that made it possible for me to become friends with you as well, over how much we love Wessa. We have the worst book club ever, because it takes us ages to read :D but I still adore our talks about things we are passionate about. Not to mention that your Carol is the only one for me and I live for the friendships our characters have crafted for themselves. Daisy & Carol are the sass squad I never knew I needed in my life :D love you to pieces!

@soulstcne

SHAUNA! My pure, kind hearted, chaotic butterfly! What can I say, other than that I love you 3000 and that will never change? I constantly forget Aisling isn’t actually canon in the MCU, because she fits so perfectly with us that it’s hard to remember she is an OC. Wanda’s best friend is the most adorable infinity stone anyone could have hoped for! I adore your passion about plots, your adhd brain that comes up with 20 ideas a day, your love and passion for Ais & the fact that you love angst just as much as me. You’re also the cutest person ever ooc and i can’t wait to talk to you on the phone again, even when you’re a confuzzled mess and hold up your laptop for half an hour :D I adore you!

@natshana

Bubs! You’re one of my absolute oldest friends on Dumblr, bc you even come from ‘the world before’, aka the fandom that shall not be named, which I left because it was even more toxic than the MCU xD. You know that our babes give me life and I couldn’t ever imagine a better mama for Ella than Luna. But as much as I cherish all the ic interactions we have, I love our ooc friendship even more. The sleepless nights we have spent together, movie nights & rants - I am so grateful to have you as a friend for what? over 4-5 years now? Guess you’re not getting rid of me ever again.

@somewherebetweenrage

My home office buddy! I remember when I first followed you over on River and had absolutely no clue about her at all, but I liked your kindness right away. And look at us now! We became fast friends ooc and I adore the worlds we have created for our characters. Laga and Erik are the ship I never knew I needed, until we started writing them and oof, they own my whole heart now. Can’t imagine my day without chatting to you now and although you haven’t been in my life for as long as some others on this list, you make up for it by being an utter delight!

@gcroinya

The one true Nat to all my charas! I remember when we first started writing and I was in AWE at how talented you are and guess what, nothing has changed since then! Your writing is just so flawless, I have no idea why you even put up with me, but I love you so much for it haha. Ella and Nat are my favorite thing ever and I am the happiest person ever that you have returned from your hiatus, because my life was missing a bright light without you in it.

@hebled

Ah, my babe. You have no idea how incredibly happy it makes me that you have come back to tumblr and still love our babies as much as I do, because I missed you every day you were gone. Beck and Wanda own my whole heart and I am so grateful to have you as a friend ( and pen pal! ) outside of this hellsite as well. You’ll always be the better barista of the two of us :D but I’ll still love you forever!

#galentine's day 2021

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lizacstuff · 4 years ago

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What did you think of the latest SCK episode? I’m torn. There were some really good scenes, but \insert annoyed sigh\ there was also Celine.

Actually, I really enjoyed it. I watched it last night and then immediately rewatched. There was so much Edser goodness and enough emotional movement that it kept the shipper in me happy even though I am dying for resolution to the secret.

I'll get to Selin and all the delicious Eda/Serkan down below, but I have to give props to some of the side stories this ep. Erdeem humor is hit or miss for me, but this episode it was a hit. The entire montage of the security camera footage had me laughing out loud. Literal, loud belly laughs, my neighbors could probably hear me. The whole scene was gold from the hilarious footage to the reactions. Erdeem was probably the best, but shout out to Leila photocopying herself, who doesn't want to do that? Then there was the reactions, Engin and Piril being mortified, Efe looking guilty and nervous worrying about what they were going to see, Ferit not being able to hold it together. The way he was turning and laughing sort of charmed me, I wasn't sure if that was acting, or if Cagri was breaking during the scene, or both. Either way, it worked, and I loved it. The only thing missing in the scene was Serkan, because Kerem's reaction expressions would have been amazing.

This got LONG so I’ll put the rest beneath the read more:

Loved Aydan getting out of the house and fully joining Team Edser. It's self-serving to some extent because she rightly thinks that losing Eda due to the secret is the wedge driving Serkan away from her. However, to give her props, the breakup also made her recognize how deep and real Serkan's feelings are, actually Eda's too, and I think she genuinely wants both of them to be happy. Now can we have Seyfi and Aydan actively matchmaking? This would be great after Eda finds out since I assume she's going to be angry and need time to process, so there probably won't be an immediate reconciliation. AySey to the rescue!

Ayfer on the other hand needs to chill. Most of the time her end advice "protect your heart" is good, but her overreactions and mocking judgements are annoying. It's got to be clear to her that Eda and Serkan love each other and are working through some things, and there is no need for her to wade into it constantly. Eda is an adult and can make her own decisions and mistakes. As for the other couples Engin and Piril can be funny, but I have no idea what they see in each other and could not be more mismatched so I'm not sure where it's going. As for Ceren and Ferit, I don't understand what Ferit did to upset her throughout the episode, I don't think he did either, but he was sweet about it. I like him more and more. And welcome back Melo! A breath of fresh air.

Now on to the best stuff. The number of heart-felt declarations this episode between Eda and Serkan warmed my cold, icy heart. The fact that they are broken up, but at the same time are at the point of just letting their feelings hang out there for the other to see is super fun to watch.

Eda believing in Serkan when no one else did, and then being determined to find out what happened and bring the culprit to justice is as romantic as it gets. You go, girl! She might be so mad at him, and so annoyed at him, or even feeling hurt, but at the end of the day she is gonna be in his corner no matter what. That's love.

Serkan on the other hand. Serkan, Serkan, Serkan. He can't have her around, but he also can't be apart from her. The poor dear is being pulled in half by a tornado created by his own intense desire to be with her fighting against his noble intentions. It's not fair to Eda at all, but his see-sawing should give her every indication that he loves her and is wrestling with something huge. For his part, I hope he's starting to catch a clue on the depth of Eda's feelings. "You want me to leave, because you're afraid of the woman who loves you more than anything." Seriously. Seriously!?!!? Wow. She'd never told him she loved him, just that their feelings were mutual. He's always feared that he doesn't deserve her and she'll get tired of him. Well she's standing there, with a broken heart and a bruised ego after he took Selin's side, and still telling him that she loves him more than anyone. He also looked absolutely wrecked, as he should, when she said he had just discarded her. He never wanted her to feel that way.

On the other hand, I'm not sure Eda fully digested some of his avowals. "I only trust you." HUGE. Eps 7-9 told us everything we need to know about his trust issues. He loves easier than he trusts. We knew how much he loves her, but now we know not only does he trust her, she's the only one he trusts. Swoon. That was huge for him to admit, Eda, HUGE. But also, "I have never valued anyone as much as you." Once again, huge and a huge breakup fail. I don't blame Eda for not realizing the full weight of these declarations, he says them, but they're apart. Still, you take those and add to the way he can't stay away from her, how he's personally invested in her professionally, actively mentoring her, the password (oh man did I love that), the photo, the mug. Lots of evidence of his real feelings piling up there, Eda.

Which leads to the fact that we're at the point where the pain/gain assessment for Plan A (breaking up to protect her) is in the red. Meaning it's starting to cause more pain than it's prevented. That's where we get to Selin, because she unwittingly pushed things forward for them this episode. I'm not sure what's motivating her, because she seems like a character that would have too much pride to put herself in the position of having to watch a love sick Serkan chase around after Eda like a heartbroken puppy. However, Selin's feelings are in no way the point on this show. They simply don't matter, because in this instance she is a device. A device to ratchet up the tension between Eda and Serkan. A device to drive Eda's impulsivity and showcase a bit of her jealousy. A device to show that Serkan is so far gone over Eda, he doesn't even notice another woman vying for his attention. Also it gave us this:

"I never loved Selin."

Okay, Serkan. I DIED. Like we been knew, but know we KNOW, and we know that he knows. His relationship with Selin was 100% habit and convenience. That also pretty much tells us that Eda is his first and only real love, which makes the way it's changed him so tangible and believable. Also, more importantly than the audience knowing he never loved Selin, now Eda knows. I get Eda's frustration with Serkan not being annoyed at Selin, but she's missing the point that Selin is simply not important enough for him to care. She doesn't rouse any sort of emotion from him, the way he treats her is all fueled by professional duty and personal guilt. The scene in the office was unfortunate, and I wish Serkan hadn't lost his temper, (but not really because it drove their most important conversations) but Eda's impulsivity sort of led it to that place. I get why Eda suspected Selin, in her shoes I probably would have done the same thing, but I also think Serkan is not putting Selin on a pedestal by knowing that she had nothing to do with the sabotage. And Serkan getting angry was the only thing that got Eda to back down, so it was a very inelegant way of de-escalating the situation. On the plus side, it gave us Serkan trying to make things right for the rest of the episode which was amazing. I will never be over the library scene, the autumn walk scene, Eda being his first guest in the new apartment scene. çok romantik!

As for Selin, look, she's ANNOYING. I'm right there with you. The character is entirely self-absorbed and while I think her motivations are murky at best, I think she's driven in part by competition with Eda. Eda won the war when it comes to Serkan, but Selin is still trying to take a battle or two in order to save face. On another note, she spent most of the episode knowing there was a saboteur, that Serkan suspected Efe, and still didn't put 2 and 2 together with the direct threats Efe made towards Serkan in her presence. Seriously, if something doesn't directly affect her, she can't even retain the information. What a useless lump she is.

Thank you Aydan, for calling out how ridiculous it was that she didn't go to a hotel. I love that Selin was probably like, "Wasn't she on my side the last time I saw her?" Hilarious. Serkan allowing her to stay there, when she wouldn't have been welcome while they were together, was eyeroll inducing. But I think Selin is such a nonissue for him, that he just could not wrap his head around why it was bothering Eda so much. Also his guilt. The thing that makes the game that Serkan was playing with her forgivable, is the fact that he actually feels bad about the part he played in her life falling apart. I'm not saying it was his fault, but he rightly feels guilty.

However, from that last scene, I think he's going to learn a hard lesson about guilt getting in the way of common sense. Eda is now ready to push him to his jealousy limit! That final scene escalated quickly, but I think both of them were driven by a fair bit of pride combined with the frayed nerves that have to come with being broken up while they're both still currently, and obviously, in a romantic relationship with one another.

That's hard and I wholeheartedly look forward to them navigating that next episode. From the Fragman it looks like it's all finally coming to a head. Can't wait!

#Sen Çal Kapımı #sen cal kapimi #edser #sck 1x18 #sck discussion #sckask #asklizac #anonymous

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smellycinnamonthundahfudge · 5 years ago

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the bathroom

Peter “Penis” or doesn’t seem like he could be but unfortunately actually is “Spider-man” Parker was losing his shit hovering over the bathroom sink when MJ busts out from the cubicle that Peter didn’t even realize was there, and his - was previously just currently in his feelings - brain is left on buffer for an embarrassingly too long amount of time. He was just pretty all over the place today, okay? Give his brain a break.

MJ chuckles at the gears in Peters brain grinding themselves to death, leaving himself frozen in a dumb dumbfounded expression, and consequently tries to help him out.

MJ lets out a huff, “Don’t worry, Peter, you didn’t wind up in the girls’ bathroom by mistake or anything.”

Peters frozen dumb expression finally melts and he’s starting to finally think again. “Oh. Okay. Sooo then what are you doing here?” Peter asks still slightly confused.

MJ shouldn’t be given this much power in messing with a dorky awkward nerd. It just wasn’t fair. She was going to do it anyways. She couldn’t not.

“I’ve narrowed down who spider-man is and I’m trying to get evidence.”

MJ lets Peters impossibly cute fear shot eyes and panicked face simmer itself for a little bit before MJ inevitably lets him off the hook.

“Or, the more likely, and actual explanation that the school converted the second floors boys bathroom into a gender neutral bathroom which you didn’t notice, so you thought it was still a guys’ bathroom when it wasn’t just that anymore, which is probably why you’re so shocked. Id rib on your lack of observational skills but you just seem so miserable enough already.”

unexpectedly getting closer in the gender neutral bathroom

5 minutes ago...

Peter feels like he can't breathe. His chest feels tight, he can't think straight, he feels like he can barely stand. He seriously feels like he's near tears or at least going to explode, for fuck's sake.

It was already getting too late last night, May texted him dinner was in the fridge and she was going to bed already late.

And Peter seriously was going to go home then and there, but of course, a set of twin sisters just had to lose their cat in some dog park so there he was, late at night, perching himself from tree to tree trying to spot a cat that he’s going to have to keep for tonight since the twins had to go home which he then had to figure out when he was going to give it back tomorrow and how to deal with it once he does find it.

It was cleaning up this mess that led him to be late to an exam that he actually forgot he had today. He did okay enough, he guesses. He’s actually pretty terrified he’s going to fail it because he has no idea what he’s doing with his life but still, he’s forcing to keep himself chill about it, or at least, trying to.

Back to now...

“So are you okay, though? You seemed to be thinking ‘bout a lot when I first got out,” MJ asks, out of just her naturally her curiosity? sure; but it’s more like common classmate courtesy if she’s being frank. And it was most definitely not concern about someone she likes ppfttt that's ridiculous. She was just doing what anyone would do, that's all. Pfft.

“Uhm yeah, no, not really,” Peter contemplates for a bit whether he’s going to share his tale of woe or at least some spidey-free version of it, when he realizes he’s finally calm and reasonable enough to actually notice something for once.

Peter lets his curiosity get the best of him and asks a question when he hadn’t even really answered the one he was given, “I could ask the same about you though.”

Peter lets out a sympathetic smile and points to his eyes and then to MJs puffy red ones one would only normally get after crying, “You okay?”

This was probably karma in the scheme of things; MJ was annoyed at the immediateness of it though. Not mere 5 minutes from when MJ made Peter feel panicked and insecure, Peter was now, unintentionally but still, making her feel panicked and insecure.

MJ feels herself defensively wiping her eyes yet again and sneaks a peek at the mirror to see if it helped any. It didn’t. She mutters a very quiet “fuck” to herself in frustration.

MJ imagines a world where she’s finally actually ready to open up about something other than the facade she presents herself in. She imagines telling someone she cares about who cares about her, of her mother’s struggle, the struggle she only recently found out herself.

MJ grew up with happy memories of an imperfect but still overall truly content family where she felt that she had everything she ever needed. Her mother made sure of that. She had a loving mother and father, and a little sister, Gail, to look out for and as a best friend. MJ had everything she needed but, and she really hates herself for this, she always felt her mother tried too hard to keep the truth of the world away from her. MJ hated that gut feeling itching inside of her telling her there was something murky hidden in the depths, forgotten.

For the most part, she felt that her mother was truly sincere in her intentions of letting the past stay where it was; her mother must have had a reason for doing so and MJ wasn’t one to belittle her mother’s motivations, not when it could just end up hurting her. And yet, that yearning for the truth still lingered; it was just who MJ was, and she truly didn’t expect the answer she had gotten to her questions.

MJ didn’t know how to process the fact that her mother had gone through something that if were being honest, was normal in this effed-up society but it still didn’t mean it wasn’t so cruelly unfair.

MJs mother left her and Gail’s biological father when they were 2 years and one year old, respectively. At the very first sign of her biological father revealing his violent demons, her mother took her and Gail, left, and never turned back. Her mother quickly and decisively chose her daughters over her husband; she didn’t want them to get damaged in the backlash of the struggle her husband was going through.

MJ knew she wasn’t her biological father; she didn’t remember him. She didn’t even know him. She knew that he didn’t matter and that the alternate life they could have had didn’t as well. MJ grew up with Sam the hardworking and honestly, just so boring and vanilla freaking mailman, for a father; her step-one if you want to be specific, not that it mattered, since Sam was Dad to her in every single way that counted. They all loved each other, they argued over dumb things, out of the care they had in their hearts, and they were a family. She had a loving family she was lucky to have and that was the truth.

MJ didn’t think she could love her mother anymore, but knowing what she sacrificed and what she went through for her and Gail made her realize how lucky she truly was to have a mother as strong and brave as her in her life.

Even if she was happy to have found out the truth, her heart still ached for what her mother went through for them. She felt lucky to have the life and family that she has, confused about the life that she could have had. Overall, it was just one big twisted and piled up mess that she didn’t have a single clue how to process.

When MJ thinks of it, she doesn’t think she should be this upset to be silently crying in the school’s gender-neutral bathrooms cubicle. She didn’t even have any memories at all of her biological father, for crying out loud, she was TWO. All she knew was her, Gail, Sam, and her mom in their cramped Queens apartment, and taking summer road trips every now and then because Dad insisted so, and her practical but secretly softie Mom didn’t have the heart to say no for long even if it was hell to plan it all out.

MJ felt loved, she felt lucky, she felt like she very literally could have dodged a bullet, she felt happy, she felt pity as well as awe for her mother, and most of all, she felt she didn’t want to explain any of all of this to some guy she annoyingly might have the tiniest crush on.

“Like, seriously, what the hell was Peter freaking Parker even doing here?” MJ thought to herself. Here she was having her own private confusing toil of an emotional process and suddenly there he was, Peter freaking Parker with no clue whatsoever, who didn’t even know what bathroom he was walking into.

MJ imagines for the briefest and yet longest of seconds, actually talking about what she was going through to someone else, recalling all of it inside her head. And then, she clears her throat, puts her mind back to reality, and gets to work, “Okay, Parker, here’s what’s going to happen. Let’s just let the unspoken rule of not acknowledging emotional breakdowns happening in school bathrooms be in play with us today and pretend none of this ever happened. We cool?” MJ looks to Peter, awaiting his response, at which Peter could only grin and chuckle.

Peter thought it was so strange to have the faintest of hints of who MJ really was barely noticeable with MJs usual casually witty outside self so predominantly in display. It’s like, had Peter only seen MJ an hour later from her tearing up in the bathroom, he probably would have never suspected anything. A part of Peter is jealous MJ can keep her emotions so tightly lidded and can redirect the spotlight from her just like that with a snap of her fingers. Compared to him, who’s a mess, to say the least. So yeah, Peters kind of glad to have been given an out from having to lie about being spidey. She’ll go her way and he’ll go his. It was a clearer, direct, and more concise agreement than he could have come up with had he been in the state she was.

“Yeah. Sure, MJ. It’s no problem at all. Were cool. I know I haven’t exactly been the most open person either so thanks for being cool with it.”

“Pfft, please, Peter, it’s not like you're the only one with secrets,” MJ says while washing her hands then wiping them dry.

“And besides, we've all got the right to share whatever we want to share when we feel like it. We shouldn't have to be obligated to talk about our personal lives, unless of course if it might cause harm to ourselves or other people or something, but that's already a given. As long as it isn’t hurting anybody, we should be free to keep things to ourselves.”

Peter could only slightly grin and nod in agreement.

“Anyways, it's no big deal, like at all,” MJ thinks about the weight on her shoulders and the weight Peter had that brought him to the same place she went to. “Just, try not to pressure yourself too much about it.”

“Heh, yeah, thanks, I’ll try. I’ll try. But, uh, yeah, you too. Hope ya can deal with whatever it is you’re going through.”

“Thanks, Peter,” MJ says, getting ready to leave, with her hand on the bathroom doors handle.

Maybe it was the same damn voice that keeps running through on repeat in Peters head, Bens, like an ear worm, every time Peter puts on that suit or has to. Maybe it’s just the realization finally smacking Peter right on his face how he didn’t know a thing about this friend? classmate? team captain? that he’s been around with for years and knows things about him, yet he couldn’t say the same thing about himself with MJ. Or maybe this is just another step he’s taking on the journey to be less of the full-fledged avenger he deluded himself into thinking he was and more into the friendly neighborhood spidey and high school student he actually was. But no matter the reason, before he could stop himself and over think, Peter stammered out “And MJ?”

“Yeah?” MJ turns back and answers, just as she was about to leave.

“I hope we could talk about these things to each other someday,” Peter admits, with a tight-lipped smile at the end of it, hoping his inside self, losing his shit and doing somersaults, was just that, inside.

Peters last follow-up statement pierces MJs façade for what she thinks may be and truly hopes, was just the briefest of milliseconds. But what really pissed her off was that Peters lack of self-control must have been infectious because she couldn’t explain what drove her off to end their conversation with, “I hope that too, Peter.”

She even let out a smile, damn it, the smallest of ones that she hopes to the universe, Peter didn’t notice as she led her quick escape out the door.

He did.

“I’m not leaving until you come out, MJ,” Peter says, standing next to the same cubicle Peter saw MJ in the last time they were here together in this god forsaken gender-neutral bathroom.

“Peter, I’m fine. This is just my process, and I’m used to crying alone so you can just go and fetch cats off of trees or whatever it is your goody eight shoes alter-ego does.”

“Okay, first of all, I don’t just fetch cats off trees, okay? I also fetch birds, raccoons, and even a snake there one time ugh,” Peter shudders, remembering the freaky hipster incident. Worth it though, since he thinks he heard it making his girlfriend laugh. He could have easily made it up but the fact that it actually did happen, just makes it funnier in his iconically comedic yet still so earnestly humble opinion.

“Whatever happened to the unspoken rule of letting bathroom breakdowns not being acknowledged as they happen? Just let me invoke it again, Peter.”

“Hhmm, pretty sure that rule doesn’t apply to people that are dating, Em,” Peter cheekily argues as he squats down and leans next to the cubicle’s door.

MJ lets out a grumbly “Ughhh,” while smushing her face with both her open palms in annoyance. But, she can’t help the smile sneaking its way onto her face, out of disbelief.

Now, Peter is continuously knocking on said cubicle door with the shoulder leaning on it, as he insists on getting MJ to come out and talk it out with him instead.

“Come on, MJ. Okay you don’t have to come out, but at least let me stay here and keep you company or something.”

Peter was about to say something else, but he seriously hesitates saying it knowing for himself already how godforsaken cheesy it was, that if he thought it was cheesy, MJ would find it intolerable. Good thing she was already near a toilet, she can puke if she had to.

“I’m not going to be able to focus on being spidey if I know you’re crying somewhere,” Peter says in an almost singing like way.

MJ kicks the cubicle door where Peter was leaning without even thinking about it, and blurts out “You dumbass,” while laughing, unable to even look where Peter the dumbass she can't believe is her actual boyfriend was.

Peter chuckles at MJ reacting the way he thought she would, and stands up, “Alright, MJ, fine. But if a bicycle thief gets away once I’m in patrol, I’m telling the victim who’s to blame,” Peter goads to MJ as he takes a couple of steps away then walks in place, wanting her to think he was leaving.

MJ wipes her face one more time, sighs, and then gets one last eye roll out of the way seeing the shadow of her dumbass bf walking in place from inside the cubicle. MJ once again busts out from the now historical cubicle, quickly washing and wiping her hands dry immediately as she leaves it. All the while, Peters wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. And as MJ finishes, she grabs Peters hand, and leads him out of the second floors gender-neutral bathroom. MJ finally looks at him and his dumbass knowing smirk, and merely says “Don’t,” leading Peter to try his hardest at pressing his lips together and miserably - not even that mad at it - failing to keep his grin in check.

Peter and MJ leave the bathroom in silence, both glad that the someday they talked about at this very bathroom actually unexpectedly but pleasantly came true.

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omggg this fic actually made me prettty nervous hahaha. it’s the first time i wrote a fic concerning the version of mj’s backstory in my head haha. and the emboldened heading italicized title after the initial start/summary is what i consider the actual title of this one but i didnt want to put it at the beginning cus i wanted it to be like a surprise. like if yalls knew peter was in the gender neutral bathroom, it wouldnt have hit as well? yall feels me? hahha

hope yalls liked it. i’ve well established by now that im the biggest fan of developing peter & mj’s relationship before ffh but i just liked i got to show the growth of their relationship, the before & after... yalls feel me? huhuhu :’‘‘>>>

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