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tongueofsailor · 2 years

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Eddie, My Love

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie has a rough day at school and comes to you for comfort

wc: 1.5k

requested: by anon! "could you write something about Eddie being sad and down and fem reader sings him "Eddie My Love" by The Chordettes and it makes him happy"

an: this is posted on both my main blog (@sailortongue) and this one bc tags aren't working on my main

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Eddie had finally pushed Jason to his breaking point. He’d been on his usual spiel criticizing the social hierarchy when Jason stood from his table and snapped, “All of this philosophical bullshit is coming from the guy who couldn’t pass English to save his god forsaken life. Come on, Munson, you’re damn near twenty and still in high school. When are you gonna stop spewing shit and buckle down and study?”

Eddie’s facade faltered for a moment, but was instantly replaced with a shit-eating grin. “Looks like I’ve struck a nerve, Carver! What a rare outburst of emotion! Aside from your daily Shakespearean love confessions to your girlfriend and your presidential candidate speeches in the middle of school functions, of course.”

Jason laughed humorlessly, irritation visible through his now red cheeks. “At least I act like I love my girl, all I’ve ever seen of you and Yn is her sitting at your side at your little circus show over there, like a dog. Maybe I’m not well-versed in freak etiquette, but I’m pretty sure that makes you a loser and a shitty boyfriend. Come to think of it, I don’t see her here. Maybe she realized she was too good for a stupid asshole like you and ditched. Can’t blame her really, it was bound to happen sometime.”

Without a response from Eddie, the blonde sat down again and continued to eat, receiving pats on the back from his teammates for his insults. Eddie remained silent, even when his friends tried to ask if he was okay. He obviously wasn’t, but they just didn’t know what else to say.

After the last bell sounded, Eddie closed his locker only to come face to face with none other than Dustin Henderson. He plastered on the biggest smile he could muster. “Henderson! Hey man-“

“Cut the bullshit, man. I know you, and I know you feel like shit because you let a guy who ‘throws balls into laundry baskets’ get to you. Look, dude, with you in such a bad mood, the campaign’s gonna suck tonight. So, why don’t you just go home and maybe see what Yn is up to. None of us have seen her all day and we were wondering if she was out sick or something.”

Eddie intervened. “But the guys-”

“I already told everyone to go home, Eddie. Go take care of your sweetheart or whatever. If it was Suzie-”

Eddie scrunched his face up and shook his head. “Dude I do not wanna hear about you and Suzie. Ok, I’ll go. But only because I need to take care of Yn.” He started off, and Dustin was left standing in a mostly empty hallway. The younger boy knew that his friend needed Yn more than she needed him right now, but he also knew him well enough to know that he’d rather die than ask for comfort. But that didn’t stop him from being peeved at being brushed off so quickly.

“Thanks, Dustin! You give the best advice, Dustin! I’d love to hear about your healthy relationship with your beautiful girlfriend, Dustin!” He shook his head and scoffed. “The things I do for this kid.”

Eddie wasted no time after leaving Dustin in the hall. He headed straight for his van with every intent to go directly to your house. Upon his arrival, he clambered out as fast as he could. He didn’t want to show it in school, but Jason’s words had struck some insecurities. What if Jason was right? What if you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Waiting for you to answer your door felt like an eternity. When you finally opened the door, Eddie pulled you into a hug before you got the chance to even ask why he was there. The act he’d maintained since lunch cracked, the first tears trailing down his face.

You hated to do it, but you pulled away from him. The hurt look on Eddie’s face broke your heart and you tried to reassure him as quickly as you could. “I’m gonna hug you, I promise. Come in so I can shut the door, ok?” He nodded feebly. Once you had him off your doorstep, you grabbed his hand and led him to your room. You sat on the bed and he followed suit, sitting next to you, the bed dipping under his weight. “Do you wanna talk about it or do you just want a hug?”

Rather than give you a verbal response, he pulled your body into his, arms wrapped firmly around you. You melted into his embrace as he laid his head on your chest, hiding his face. You two laid in silence for what felt like hours, but was probably only 30 minutes or so, until he lifted his head and looked at you.

“Hi.” He croaked, voice dry.

“Hey, baby.” You pushed his bangs out of his eyes and brushed your fingers across his cheek. “Wanna tell me what’s got you all upset, huh?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully.

“Do you-“ He looked strained, but you nodded him on encouragingly. “Do you ever regret being with me?” When he saw your face drop, he tensed.

“Not that I think you do! You don’t act like you do, you act like you care about me and you tell me you love me a lot! It’s just that, y’know, I’m not the type of guy girls like you settle for.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Girls like me?”

Suddenly, his attention was grabbed by your sheets. “I mean, you get what I mean. You’re perfect. You’re crazy smart, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and people just respect you so much. You’re intimidating, but you’re so good, you know? And-”

You felt your heart shatter as you took in his frantic state.

“Eddie, sweetheart,” You intervened gently. “As much as I would usually love your sweet compliments, I have to stop you there.” His attention was still on your bed, so you took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you.

“I didn’t settle for you, first of all. You’re the best thing that’s ever come out of living in this miserable little town. You’re my favorite person, okay Ed? And yeah, I am smart, and good, but-“

“And beautiful and intimidating.” He interrupted.

You softened and smiled at him.

“-and beautiful and intimidating. But you are all of those things and more, do you understand that? You literally create worlds out of sheets of paper with made-up stats on them. And as if that’s not impressive enough, you share that with people. And they look up to you, Eddie. So what-the-fuck-ever if pricks at school think it’s stupid, it’s just what you like, ok? Are we clear? I don’t know who put these doubts in your head, but they don’t know you like I do, ‘kay?” He released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and finally fully relaxed back into you. “Okay.”

As you stroked his hair, you listened to the sound of his breathing. Soon enough, it calmed, becoming even with yours, but the tension in his muscles had yet to dissipate. You two laid in silence for a comfortable time, until you began to hum a tune softly, hoping it would help him to relax more.

Eddie shifted curiously, but didn’t lift his head. As you continued, he felt you gently tracing soothing shapes on his back, where your hand had ended up under his shirt. “Eddie my love, I love you so-”

Finally, his eyes met yours, confused, and you smiled softly before beginning to sing the words.

“How I’ve wanted for you, you’ll never know.” You brought the hand that wasn’t rubbing his back up to his face and cupped his cheek carefully.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie, Eddie, I love you so.” Entranced, he leaned into your hand and kissed your palm, all while still staring in awe at your face.

“Eddie please write- just one line, tell me your love, is only mine.” In between lyrics, you moved your hand to the back of his neck, and landed a gentle kiss on his temple.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie my love, I love you so.” Finally, you brought him in for a sweet kiss. As you pulled away, a goofy smile appeared on his face.

“Where’d you hear that song, sweetheart? ‘Cause I know little old me didn’t introduce it to you.” You giggled and shook your head.

“No, you didn’t. I found some records in my parents’ old stuff and I’ve had it on repeat. Apparently my mom almost sang it at their wedding, just with my dad’s name. You like it?” He smiled and pressed another chaste kiss on your lips.

“I think we should take after your folks.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader

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sailortongue · 2 years

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Eddie, My Love

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie has a rough day at school and comes to you for comfort

wc: 1.5k

requested: by anon! "could you write something about Eddie being sad and down and fem reader sings him “Eddie My Love” by The Chordettes and it makes him happy"

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After the last bell sounded, Eddie closed his locker only to come face to face with none other than Dustin Henderson. He plastered on the biggest smile he could muster. “Henderson! Hey man-“

Eddie intervened. “But the guys-”

“I already told everyone to go home, Eddie. Go take care of your sweetheart or whatever. If it was Suzie-”

“Hi.” He croaked, voice dry.

“Hey, baby.” You pushed his bangs out of his eyes and brushed your fingers across his cheek. “Wanna tell me what’s got you all upset, huh?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully.

“Do you-“ He looked strained, but you nodded him on encouragingly. “Do you ever regret being with me?” When he saw your face drop, he tensed.

You shook your head in disbelief. “Girls like me?”

You felt your heart shatter as you took in his frantic state.

“And beautiful and intimidating.” He interrupted.

You softened and smiled at him.

Finally, his eyes met yours, confused, and you smiled softly before beginning to sing the words.

“How I’ve wanted for you, you’ll never know.” You brought the hand that wasn’t rubbing his back up to his face and cupped his cheek carefully.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie, Eddie, I love you so.” Entranced, he leaned into your hand and kissed your palm, all while still staring in awe at your face.

“Eddie please write- just one line, tell me your love, is only mine.” In between lyrics, you moved your hand to the back of his neck, and landed a gentle kiss on his temple.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie my love, I love you so.” Finally, you brought him in for a sweet kiss. As you pulled away, a goofy smile appeared on his face.

“Where’d you hear that song, sweetheart? ‘Cause I know little old me didn’t introduce it to you.” You giggled and shook your head.

“I think we should take after your folks.”

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #stranger things x reader

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 2 years

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Let’s talk: The Rumor

Hi guys, again, Admin 2 here.

We got a lot of questions, nice and less nice ones, about the Tae dating rumor and its connection to Vmin. Just based on the questions and the tone they’re written in, this whole gotcha atmosphere they all have about how “ha! didn’t we tell you vmin is bullshit because Tae is straight”, you can conclude how many people would love for this rumor to be true because it would perfectly fit into their agendas.

That’s why I won’t get too deeply into it or deeply philosophize about the pictures and whether or not it’s possible or not, and instead under the absence of the more soft spoken admin 1, I will simply write what I think. While highlighting that this is just my opinion and no one is forced to believe it or even agree with it.

Let’s start with what I’ve mentioned before, the fact that I’m someone working in graphic design and therefore know what editing and falsifications possibilities different programs give you. And I have to admit that the pictures are, already upon first glance, so obviously fake so I was surprised why people actually even just for a moment thought they’re real.

Secondly, I won’t beat around the bush and simply say that I think that, with such naively, immaturely, and badly made pictures and the narratives being spun around them, I doubt any agency or person with proper money stands behind this because if they did, they would hire someone who would edit these pictures in a way that would make them undoubtedly real looking with no room for arguments.

Therefore, as someone who likes to look around all corners of social media, like I’ve mentioned before, I think that this whole thing about Tae and Jennie is simply a creation of rivaling shippers, especially J/*k/*ok ones. And I know many people will get very offended by this statement, but I’ve seen a lot of people who, to say it carefully, go to extreme lengths in their delulu and their sick obsession, and it’s exactly those kind of people that are the ones pushing this the most since they very much want Tae to be straight and with someone, literally anyone, other than Jimin. They see him as too big of a threat so they’re trying to push him onto someone else because if he’s out of the picture their ship can happily exist and they will get their gotcha moment against other maknae line shippers which they’ve waited almost a decade for.

Because of all that, along with the statement HYBE posted, I don’t see any reason to further think, analyze, talk or interact with this false rumor at all. If any of this were true, I think Tae would be more likely to say something or give a solid hint, even if only out of respect toward his partner and his feelings for them (instead of making a shocked weverse post about how scary IG is after accidentally following their now supposed partner there, or wearing a Your Dog Isn’t My Dog shirt).

Why do people constantly ask for a HYBE statement (one exactly phrased and written the way they demand it to be because no other one is valid in their opinion)? Why should HYBE make a statement about dumb shipper rumors, after all K-Pop lives based on those, and these Tae x Jennie rumors, theories and edits have existed for years, just like JK x Lisa or Rose ones or Jin x Jisoo ones, as examples. Besides if this rumor really were to cause harm to someone (or someone’s business/money) or were happening in spite of things, there would’ve long been a reaction, like last year with HYBE reacting fairly quickly to the Tae x Joanna rumors.

I’m not writing this because I want to prove that Vmin are together or anything like it, instead I’m doing it because this rumor is so annoying since it’s currently being basically forcefully pushed by weird people and brand new accounts and a “leaker” who’s changed their narrative about a hundred times by now despite what HYBE said. No PR company hired by agencies with budgets like YG or HYBE would be this incredibly sloppy. There’s enough accounts on Twitter alone who cosplay as HYBE staff, fictitious family members or friends, who push false narratives and informations all solely based around their own agendas, usually dictated by their own shipping or hate biases. And that’s how I see this rumor as well.

#answered by admin 2 #taehyung #Taehyung dating rumor #discussion

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startanewdream · 4 years

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Emergency meeting

Like I said, Jily Lives AU is a drug and I’m addicted to it, so here’s another drabble of Harry having the best parents ever.

I have another scene I thought of writing (for OotP, though), but if you have any idea/prompt, please share with me :)

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Summary: When Harry has an emergency worse than facing a dragon during the Triwizard Tournament, only his father can help him. Companion to Eyes glistening (with the ghost of my past).

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Harry’s call comes in the middle of a Friday afternoon, just as James is finishing dinner - Lily will be home in about fifteen minutes and he likes to let everything ready for when she comes back from work.

‘Dad? Are you there?’

It’s very unusual for Harry to call him on the mirror, so for an instant, James thinks Harry is there somehow - his eyes go immediately to the fireplace -, until he locates the origin on the mirror he left on the kitchen counter, waiting for a message from Sirius.

‘Harry?’, he asks surprised, when he sees his son’s face in the mirror. Harry looks slightly sick. ‘Is everything ok?’

‘Yeah, yeah. All the same. I just need to talk to you’.

‘Go on’.

‘Not through the mirror’, says Harry, still looking more uneasy than when he had to tell his parents about going after the Philosopher’s Stone. Or entering the Chamber of Secrets. Or meeting Peter Pettigrew. ‘Can - I know I’m not supposed to - but could we meet in Hogsmeade tomorrow?’

James glances at the calendar.

‘There is not a trip scheduled for tomorrow’.

‘I know, that’s why I said I wasn’t supposed to, but I thought -’, Harry hesitates, biting his lips, and James thinks he looks even younger than he is. ‘- If I use the Cloak and the Map no one would know, and I know it’s for emergencies only, but this is one of them’.

‘If it’s Voldemort -’

‘No, no, it’s another kind of emergency. Please, dad. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t so important’’.

James looks carefully at his son. Harry is sweating; the boy didn’t even flinch before facing a dragon months ago and, somehow, he looks more nervous now than he was on the First Task. He does not know what kind of emergency Harry is talking about if it doesn’t involve Voldemort, but he would not refuse his son anyway.

‘Ok’, he agrees, and he sees relief in Harry’s face. ‘Why don’t we meet for lunch in the Three Broomsticks? Rosmerta is an old friend, she won’t say anything, and your mother and I can -’

‘No’, Harry panics again. ‘Not Mum. Just you’.

That makes James frown. Harry may look like him, but his heart has always been more like Lily’s and he always confided in his mother. Even when he came to ask for James’ help for anything or share one of his misdeeds, Harry always knew his father would eventually share it with his mother later.

There are many questions James wants to ask, but right now he just nods one last time.

‘Midday, the Three Broomsticks’, is all he says and, with a grateful smile, Harry is gone.

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Harry is already in the dinner room James had reserved when James arrives. He looks at his watch. Harry is five minutes early; his son is never early for anything, not even to go to Hogwarts on September 1st or Quidditch matches.

This must be really important.

Still, James takes a moment to watch Harry, who is pacing nervously. He didn’t change much from the last time they’ve seen each other - when he hugged Harry after his victory over the dragon, with a proud grin that didn’t show how James nearly had a heart attack before - but James always likes to see how grown up Harry is, marvelling at the fact that his son is alive and well.

‘Dad!’, Harry cries when he sees him, looking reassured that James is there. ‘You took long’.

‘I’m on time, actually’, James says, amused. ‘Now, can you tell me what got your knickers on a twist?’

Somehow the fact that James is there seems to have a soberer effect on Harry. He stops pacing, sitting at the small table, biting his lips with more hesitation than James had ever seen on him.

‘Maybe - maybe we can share a butterbeer first’.

‘Harry’, James begins, feeling confused. ‘We can drink all the butterbeer you want, but you just didn’t summon here for a drink -’

‘I need your help asking a girl for the Yule Ball’.

The words come out of Harry’s mouth so fast that James takes a moment to understand their meaning. When he does, amusement threatens to overwhelm him and James almost chuckles, now seeing what is Harry’s great emergency.

But he presses his lips, avoiding even a smile because it’s obvious how desperate Harry is, how he needs James’ guidance in a way he didn’t seem to need when he was facing parts of Voldemort or a basilisk or flying over a dragon.

Harry needs his father.

‘Oh’, he says at least. ‘That requires a butterbeer’.

And a firewhiskey for him would be nice, but he doesn’t want to settle a bad example.

So he orders butterbeers and a small lunch for them. He waits until Harry is drinking his butterbeer, once again marvelling at how his son is old now if he is worried about dates, before he asks in the most nonchalant voice he can manage:

‘So, who do you want to invite?’

‘Well - there is this girl - she is really pretty, she is one year ahead of me and she plays Seeker for the Ravenclaw team, so…’

Harry stops talking and James realizes this is it, actually. There is nothing more for him to tell because his son is just infatuated for the first time in his life.

He wants to tell Harry that there is more than just a pretty face and a shared interest in Quidditch, but Harry is fourteen and James remembers what it was like then. Even his feelings for LIly had been shallow then - love, the real feeling that had twice saved Harry’s life, had come later.

‘So you want to ask her to the ball. Does she have a date yet?’

‘I - I don’t know. I’ve never seen her with anyone though’.

‘That’s okay. If she already has one, she will just tell you. But if you want to invite her, don’t take too long. Girls don’t like to think they are your last resort - actually, no one likes it’.

‘But how -’, Harry takes another gulp of his drink. ‘I can’t just get there when she has all her friends around her - she is always with her friends, really, it’s maddening - and I can’t just ask… How did you ask Mum out?’

Now it’s James that is taking a long gulp from his butterbeer, wishing he had an easier answer to that. All Harry knows is that he and Lily had fallen in love during school and they had married just after graduation; they had never detailed the complicated years that had come before.

‘Well -’, he begins, still unsure of how to answer that. ‘ - actually, the first two times I asked your Mum out, she refused to go out with me’.

Harry blinks, surprised.

‘Why? I thought you two were in love since forever’.

‘It does feel like forever, but that’s not true’, James shrugs. ‘It’s not always easy as a fairytale. It takes time’.

‘But if she didn’t want to go out with you -’.

‘Well, since you are here, it’s obvious she wanted to go out with me at some point’, James says, grinning to ease Harry’s sudden nervousness as if he is unable to imagine a world in which his parents weren’t always together. ‘I was just a bit of a toss when I was young - actually, when I was your age - and your mum had better things to do than lose time with this idiot then. She was smart, of course, but that is beside the point. Let’s talk about the time she accepted at least’.

There is a smile now on James’ lips, the same one that he always has when he is thinking of Lily, that Harry immediately recognizes.

‘Skip the kissing parts, ok?’, he pleads, rolling his eyes.

‘That’s the best part’, James jokes. ‘But that happened later, anyway. So I asked her out for a date. Even though she had refused before, many things had happened since then and we had been friends for a while, but I wanted more. Always did, but then I was lucky and she wanted more too’.

‘That easy? You just asked?’

‘There is no other way, Harry’. He smiles at his son. ‘You are going to take a leap of faith in this, really. If she is never alone, and you don’t want to ask her in front of her friends, ask for a word with her. Her friends may giggle, but it’s perfectly, annoyingly normal, I promise you’.

‘And if she says no?’

‘Life goes on. You respect her decision and you ask someone else for the ball’. Harry looks nervous at this prospect too. ‘You can ask someone to go as a friend, you know. It doesn’t have to mean anything’.

‘Okay’, Harry says, looking more relieved.

‘How about Hermione?’

‘Hermione?’, Harry repeats, as if what James is saying is beyond his comprehension. ‘But she is just my friend’.

‘Yes, Harry’, James says patiently. ‘That was the point, remember?’

Harry is still frowning.

‘Yeah, but it would be weird, like going with a sister’.

‘Someone else, then. Maybe a friend that isn’t so much like a sister to you’.

Harry nods thoughtfully, and in his silence, James suddenly remembers Ron's little sister. She is the most charmingly young girl he has ever met - though his opinion may be affected by the fact she also shares his love for chasing -, but she is extremely shy whenever Harry is around. If maybe they could have a date and get to know each other better -

‘And what if she says yes?’, Harry asks suddenly, in a heavy whisper that distracts James.

James blinks, looking puzzled at his son.

‘Then you go together. Isn’t that what you want?’

‘Yes’, Harry says, but he doesn’t seem very convincingly as if the aspect of someone accepting his invitation is even scarier than asking her out to begin with.

Oh, Merlin, if he is concerned about what to do with a date, they are going to have that talk again. He thought he had covered enough last year, but maybe Harry wasn’t really paying attention - sex would definitely seem to alien for a thirteen year old boy... Oh, Merlin, Harry is too young for things like that -

‘But it’s a dance’, Harry adds, and James breaths again.

God bless his son, he is worried about the dancing, not snogging.

‘It’s easy, actually’, James says, and he instantly winces. Nothing seems easy when you are fourteen. ‘I mean, if it’s formal, just revolve around on the same spot - like one step to one side, then another, careful not to step on her foot and you’ll be fine’.

‘You and Mum never dance like that’.

‘We prefer rock, yeah, but I watched my old folks dancing together more times than I can count. Really, Harry, is all about the feeling’.

Harry grimaces, and James realizes the only feeling Harry would probably feel is panic.

‘You like this girl, right?’

‘Yeah, I think so’. He flushes. ‘She makes me nervous’.

‘Nervous’, James repeats slowly.

‘As if I was walking down a stair and suddenly I missed a step, you know, that feeling inside...’

‘I see’.

Harry looks nervously at him.

‘Is that all right? I mean, is that how you feel about Mum?’

‘My feelings for Lily are a bit more complex than that, Harry’, he says gently. ‘But yes, sometimes when we’ve been apart for a while or even when I wake up by her side sometimes, it’s like I’m seeing her for the first time and I feel this - I think a poet would call it butterflies, but for us maybe little Golden Snitches flying in the belly would be more appropriate. And I can’t believe I got so lucky’.

He loses himself in his thoughts, thinking of Lily. They’ve been married for over sixteen years and she still makes his heart beats fast as she did the first time they’ve kissed.

‘Did you always love her?’, Harry asks in a whisper, for once not sounding grossed at the idea of his parents together like a couple.

James looks at him, wishing once more there was an easy answer. Having the talk seems easier than this - Harry knows love as this entity that’s always been part of his life, as a talisman that has protected him more than once, but explaining romantic love to a teenager is something else.

‘I don’t know when I started loving Lily’, he says slowly. ‘There isn’t a day that I can point to as the day it all began, just as I can’t tell you one single reason for why I love her. Love is in the little things, in the little moments, and it grows without you even noticing it sometimes. When I finally realized I was in love with her, it seemed I was already feeling like that since always’.

‘So you didn’t fall in love at first sight? You two just dated before -’

‘I fancied your mother a lot, obviously, but love came as we got to know each other, as we grew closer. It’s not always fast like in those soap operas you and Sirius like to watch. And -’, James hesitates a little, but he supposes there are some things Harry needs to understand. ‘- we’ve both dated other people before we got together. So, if you like this girl, get to know her, even date her, yes, but it’s ok if it doesn’t last’.

Harry is still looking at James as if it’s unfathomable to him the idea of either his parents with other people, but he nods quietly. It’s not like Harry isn’t familiar about Sirius’ history of girlfriends to know that not all relationships have to end in marriage, but Harry grew up as the son of a couple whose love became famous for overcoming death. He obviously has some expectations about his own lovelife.

As always happens, this is another battle James can’t fight for his son. He will have to deal with dates and relationships and heartbreaks on his own, and all James can offer is chocolate (as Remus would recommend) and lend his ears for any sorrow or happiness Harry wants to share with him.

Still, that’s one of the most normal battles Harry has ever faced, and James is grateful for that; his son already lost too much time worrying about war and Voldemort and surviving.

There is a knock on the door and James raises to get the burgers, giving Harry some more time with his thoughts.

‘Thanks, dad’, Harry says at least, when they are left alone.

‘No problem. That’s what dads are for’, he answers teasingly, exchanging a grin with Harry. ‘Speaking of problems, though, how is it going with the egg?’

Harry rolls his eyes. It’s obvious that’s not a concern for him.

‘I still have time’, he says distractedly. ‘Now, what’s this story of you and mum dating other people…?’

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The call comes again three days later.

‘Dad?’

James closes the Transfiguration book in front of him and takes the mirror. Harry doesn’t seem very thrilled, but he is smiling at his father anyway.

‘Hi, son. So, how it went?’

‘Well, as good as I expected. Made myself kind of a fool, blushed a lot, strumbled a little, but I asked her’.

Harry is not beaming as James would expect, so he winces.

‘Didn’t go well then?’

‘She said someone else already asked her. So you were right, I should have asked sooner. But… well, I think she looked sorry, so that’s good, right?’

‘Yes, yes. Maybe another time you can ask her out’.

Harry’s smile is a little more natural now.

‘Well, in any case I have a date. I asked Parvati - she’s from my year, so it’s more as a friend, like you said’.

‘Good, I’m happy for you. Be a good dancing partner to your date, ok?’

‘Yeah, about that, I’ve been thinking - this also definitely qualifies as an emergency - could you ask mum to meet me at Hogsmeade next Saturday? I thought she could give me some dancing classes’.

#Jily lives #James Potter #Lily Evans #James Potter and Harry Potter #jily fanfiction #Eyes glistening #t: fanfiction

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sullustangin · 3 years

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Socrates and the Echoes of Oblivion

After re-playing Echoes of Oblivion, I’m thinking that this part of the patch is a massive Socratic Problem.

Disclaimer: I think the Flashpoint was under-written (not enough time/money/vocal talent due to COVID) which led to no major new revelations about any of the characters. If we had found out new stuff, then I think I would be more inclined to say it is what the game says it is: an adventure in Satele’s mind. But since we didn’t, it wasn’t. This is me going off on a lark again, so enjoy the theorycrafting.

What is the Socratic Problem?

So, when Socrates was condemned for 'impiety’ and ‘corrupting the young’ -- aka, stirring sedition and civil unrest against a corrupt government - not only was he put to death but all of his works were destroyed as well. Essentially, all we know today about Socrates and his philosophy come through his students. Plato is a biggie. He claims many times throughout his works that a certain opinion was Socrates, and he also used him as the ‘hero’ or main character in his philosophical dialogues - Socrates almost always wins.

Here’s the Socratic Problem: is this a true representation of Socrates, as he was? Or is this the fond memory of a dear student of a lost master? Is Plato telling the facts, telling the truth, or making Socrates fan fiction?

....what the hell does that have to do with Echoes of Oblivion?

I think we’re dealing with the same problem here when we supposedly go into Satele’s mind. I don’t think we do. I think this is just another exploration of the mind of the player character and their trauma from the last 10 years.

Is Satele sick with a virus? Yes. Is the Emperor trying to grow a collective being that he can manifest in? Yes, preferably Satele-shaped and powered by her students’ life force.

But the second that the player goes into that trance with Kira and Scourge, everything is only happening in the player’s mind. Nobody else is in there. Darth Marr suggests as much. When the player chooses “You seem very insightful,” he replies, “I know only what you know.”

It’s like writing your own fan fic -- your characters know what you know, as the author. If they make a mistake about their own biography, it’s because you lacked the knowledge. In turn, if they are aware of something other characters are not, it’s because of you. To me, that line says that everything we see happen is the Alliance Commander’s ‘mental fan fic’ about killing the Emperor.

There is no revelation of information about the characters that the player works with. We learn nothing new about Scourge, Kira, the Emperor’s family, Revan -- we’ve met all of them, but there’s no ‘secret past’ uncovered....

Not even for Satele... whose mind we’re supposedly in.

And indeed, the only things the character sees are their own memories. Remember that little padawan on Tython? That’s not Satele; Satele re-discovered Tython -- she was never a student there.

Why do all of the possible player character classes have memories of Tython? Because of the Tython/Korriban incursions. (I know mechanically, this is skippable in game, but work with me here.) The Outlander becomes the Outlander because they caught the eye of the Emperor at Ziost, which only happens because of Yavin 4, which only happens because of Rishi, which only happens because of the conspiracy discovered at Tython and Korriban.

This makes me want to conclude that we’re never in Satele’s head, actually; there is nothing revealed about her that we don’t already know. So who is the padawan? Maybe the player saw one of the little kids cowering after the incursion -- maybe that stuck in their minds for good or bad. But historically speaking, that is absolutely not Satele.

And Marr let us in on that secret... but that’s not Marr. That is our memory of Marr. Marr the realist. Marr, who confronted the truth that his approach to the Force had been wrong in life -- and admitted it. Marr, the truth teller. Marr the Socratic Problem.

In fact, all the people we see in that dream/vision/mind adventure are our Socratic images of people we’ve encountered before. That includes Revan, who the player met during the Yavin 4 op and appears as a Force ghost before they go into a trance.

...ok. So what was the whole flashpoint, by that logic?

The flashpoint isn’t Satele’s mind. It’s the playable character’s mind. Everything that happens? Essentially the player’s fan fic about how they really killed the Emperor. Everything is representative and completely controlled by the memory of the player. Remember, “My mind, my rules” in the finale of KotET.

That is, until the very end when Satele ‘wakes up’ and reveals that she and her students have been playing dead, essentially; they let the Emperor think he had consumed and dominated them. They let his arrogance think they had toppled easy, with Satele barely hanging on by a thread. While she dangled, the Emperor turned his attention to the player character. The second that the player entered the trance, Satele, the students, and the Emperor all ‘changed instances’ to the player’s mind, not Satele’s mind. The only things there are things that that the player knew.

What purpose does the Commander serve?

Remember that the door swung two ways on the whole Emperor’s occupation of the Outlander’s mind. Not only could the Outlander not get rid of Valkorion, but Valkorion could not get out. He never does regain the power to use the Outlander as a meat puppet; the Outlander fights too hard for Valkorion to get up off that throne and kill Lana/Theron/Senya/Arcann.

Basically, Scourge and Kira are using the Commander as a cage. Remember that the imprint of Tenebrae (the so-called virus) doesn’t know anyone. Valkorion, Vitiate -- they’re manifestations of a personality that is currently running on a backup file that was made once and not updated. Valkorion ‘knows’ thanks to Kira’s memories that he lived in the Outlander. Vitiate ‘knows’ he controlled Kira and the Jedi Knight in the past... but neither of them remember how that worked. They have the facts, gleaned from sources after the fact, but they have no active memory of doing these things.

That means Valkorion doesn’t necessarily ‘know’ or ‘remember’ how trapped he was in the Outlander’s mind. He sees this powerful person, he wants that powerful person to control... and can’t remember what happened last time.

The Emperor is all too keen to run into the trap that is the Commander’s head. Another big powerful creature like Satele Shan he can dominate and control -- and off he went to try to consume the player’s mind. But he forgot what happened at the end of that story!

But Satele says it’s her mind and her trap.

And so it is. I do think Satele was containing the Emperor until Scourge and Kira arrived with the player character. As I say above, I think there’s a moment where everyone ‘changed instances’ into the player’s mind, which is the cage of Valkorion. Otherwise, I think we would have seen things and done things that would reveal more about Satele. We only see and hear things that the player knew before they went into a trance.

Ultimately, the spirit/essence/soul/whatever of the Emperor is defeated by the Jedi Force plan thing that Scourge and Kira and Satele cooked up. They just use the player as a holding pen, essentially; worked before, so why not now?

Also, the end scene of the the flashpoint (the one with Satele) can be very self-indulgent. Want to kill Satele? Oh, if only you could. You want to confess how you regret your decision regarding exiling/killing Theron? Forgive me, Mother, for I have sinned. Want your mother-in-law’s approval, if you romanced Theron? Here you go. Want a Grand Master to say what a great and powerful Jedi/Sith you are? You get a compliment, you get a compliment... It’s whatever the player wants Satele to say to them. So again, this is all a happy coda to the flashpoint that the player in their own mind dreams up. (Granted, is that not the function of video games? Us being the hero? Us getting a little wish fulfillment?)

Can that still be real, if we 'change instances’ back into Satele’s mind once the Emperor is defeated? Sure. If you believe Dream!Satele is real (and reusing her campground on Odessen), go for it.

As I said at the top, I have a feeling this is more of a product of under-developed writing than a deliberate deep dive in to Socrates. I wish we did find out more about Satele; Theron indicated he didn’t want to go in because he didn’t want to dig deep into her psyche. He didn’t know what we would find -- turned out to be nothing, but... there could have been something.

#swtor #swtor 6.2 #echoes of oblivion #socrates #satele shan #darth marr

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damn the brain be out here going BRRRRRR here’s the Laito and Cordelia Analysis (with a little bit of Karl sprinkled in) Part III

wow my fingers are freezing but my brain sure isn't!

aaaanyways, iiiiiit’s trauma time!!! Am I a productive member of society by writing these analyses? No. Do I gain anything by writing them? Kinda, my brain gets exercised and they’re fun to research for. But if you haven’t read the first part or the second part for some reason (I recommend reading them in order), there they are.

Once again, trigger warnings still apply; mainly about trauma, isolation, etc

I’m gonna talk about the trauma and effects it had on Laito and to attempt to extrapolate why he is the way he is. I have a lot of examples I want to go over and stuff to talk about, so I think the trauma part is going to be split between two (or maybe three) parts. I also have a little bit to say about Karlheinz.

As always, big ass rant under the cut!

Section 6: Neuroplasticity and Trauma

Oh???? More science vernacular??? You BET! Ok, neuroplasticity. I know I’ve talked about it on this blog. But, I seriously doubt that there is a madlad who has read all of my analyses (speaking of which, I should update the master list lmao) and I don’t expect anyone to do that LOL! Anyways, this neurological concept is the ability of neurons to adapt to certain circumstances or stimuli by creating new neurological pathways (through synapses). This basically relates to memory and learning. It’s why we don’t stay the same person as we grow and develop. It’s responsible from mindset changes to response to traumatic events. It plays a huge part in trauma, which is why “repressed memories” occur as well.

Trauma, taken from Psychology Today, is defined as:

...the experience of severe psychological distress following any terrible or life-threatening event. Sufferers may develop emotional disturbances such as extreme anxiety, anger, sadness, survivor’s guilt, or PTSD.

It’s a basic definition. And although I’d assume people would know what trauma is already, but knowing the lexical definition of something can be good to know before going into it.

Obviously, Laito has trauma, there’s literally no refuting that. But, the point I’m getting at, is the reason why he is the way he is today is because of neuroplasticity. As previously stated, we are going to assume the DL vampire brain works similarly or the same as a human brain. So, because of the stress put upon the brain (Cordelia’s actions and Laito’s general upbringing in a stress filled household), Laito’s brain was rewired (neuroplasticity). This section doesn’t really have much new information, but I wanted to give a baseline since there’s many people who don’t know what neuroplasticity is.

Laito’s definitely different than what he was as a kid. He still kind of had his smarts, and might have been but as we’ve deducted from the first part of this series, he might have been groomed. On top of that, the brain is easily moldable when you’re a child (which is why grooming makes sense for Laito’s case), and continues to snip brain cells off and form new connections.

Section 7: Little intermission about Karlheinz

I know I haven’t really talked about Karlheinz yet. So this will be the section that I do it in. I know this part is about Laito’s trauma, but it’s so hard to not just weave other characters into it. Nothing is stand-alone, which is why it was so hard for me to plan this out. I was debating about saving this for another analysis, but I feel like it fits.

I referenced this in Part II, Section 5 of this analysis series. Basically, Karlheinz throws Laito into the dungeon and locks him up. Not Karlheinz personally, but he ordered someone to do it. We don’t explicitly know why, but there’s several implications. A huge one is that it was part of Karlheinz’ experiment. Before Dark Fate, I was like “wait, so did Karl find out about Laito/Cordelia? And got like jealous or was like ‘nah this shit fucked up no thanks’?” I was really scratching my head on that. But in Dark Fate, you find that Karlheinz knew about Cordelia and Laito, and even really wanted it to happen. Which is all sorts of fucked up. This really put Laito in for a loop. Here’s a scene from Dark Fate:

Laito: That woman always, always believed in Karlheinz. Laito: She believed he married her because he loved her, wanted her. That’s why she was sure that one day... he will give his love only to her. Laito: But she was tricked. She wasn’t loved from the start... Laito: -And I’m a victim of this unbelievable mistake... That’s how it is. Laito: I was treated as a vent for her feelings. Yui: ...Laito-kun... Laito: I’m sure he knew that something like this will happen... He is a god after all... Laito: I was hoping that... He just overlooked it up until now... Laito: But... I was naive. Laito: I was only planned a scapegoat.

God, when I played this, that just freaking struck me to my core. That’s so awful. Ironically... Karlheinz probably has some high level of emotional intelligence. I don’t believe he could be labeled as a sociopath, considering he has this high level understanding of pathos. He’s not god in a sense that he controls everyone individually himself. He’s so good at manipulation that he basically creates fate itself (whether you believe in it or not). He’s generally intelligent and cunning, and it also just helps with the fact that he’s immortal and can time travel. He knows cause and effect by now, and I believe Lost Eden said something about how he’s done so many different “timelines.”

The definition of a god in a philosophical sense can be broken down into three words: omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent. More wicked cool jargon! Yay! Here’s what they mean for extra clarification:

Omniscient: All knowing Omnipresent: All seeing Omnipotent: All doing

Sure Karlheinz doesn’t absolutely know everything, nor can see everything, and he definitely has limits to his power, but he has gained knowledge through living for so many years and time traveling; he has familiars which add to the whole “all seeing” part; and he has a lot of power. So basically, in the most semi-”realistic” sense, it would definitely be the closest being to any kind of god.

Karlheinz is probably the reason why Laito himself has such contempt towards religion, and the existence of a god in general. Sure, the boys are like “that shit’s made up by humans” in general, but it would make sense for Laito himself to have that specific hatred. It makes sense that these vampires would be like “oh that’s made up by humans” when they’ve been around forever and have seen multiple religions come and go. (I’m mainly talking about in DL’s lore case, not starting a religious argument; please don’t take it as such––just to clarify)

Section 8: Isolation

Originally, the previous part was going to be about Laito’s isolation being locked up. However, I went off the rails and it turned into that little intermission. This is going to be a shorter section, but I still wanted to talk about, and it will weave into the next section.

There is no implications about how long Laito was locked up (and tortured) in the dungeon. There’s also no implications about why he was tortured. But torture and isolation puts such stress on the brain that there’s definitely going to be some kind of outcome if persisting for a good period of time. So let’s take a look at what that does to a person.

Once again, taking this with a grain of salt. I imagine vampires don’t need to rely on social interaction as much as humans do, considering they live forever. But we don’t know. However, throwing Laito into a state of isolation implies that it would be some type of torture or harsh punishment for a vampire, which therefore implies that social interaction is a necessity for emotional function. It’s just sound, inductive logic.

So now, as for isolation, I’m using this article as reference. It’s a pretty interesting one to read. Here’s another extensive article as well. Basically isolation can cause:

Depression/anxiety

Immune system deficiencies (basically more likely to get physically ill)

Sleep cycle changes (if put underground or with limited natural light)

Hallucinations

Paranoia

Issues with processing information and more susceptible to persuasion/manipulation

We have no clue if Laito’s experience fits all of these. Also, the second one can be crossed out because vampires in DL can’t get physically sick in the way we can. Also, unsure about the sleep cycle stuff considering they are used to being in the dark. Hallucinations and paranoia can’t be crossed off nor proven.

Being isolated physically and mentally exhausts the mind, which is why it’s also a way of torture. Laito implies that he was tortured with physical devices, but regardless, it’s still stress on the mind. This type of stress definitely goes along with what was mentioned with neuroplasticity and trauma, which also supports the last bullet point: issues processing information and being more susceptible to persuasion/manipulation. Take this flashback from Maniac Prologue in HDB that I used in Part II section 5 (but here’s even more context):

Laito: ーー Let me go!! Let me out of here! Butler: I can’t, young lord. We’ve received strict orders from your father. I am deeply sorry, but please stay put for a while. Laito: What’s the point in having me chained up in here!? Butler: ーーI am very sorry. Laito: Hahahaha…You stupid old man! Do you think that this will make repent!? How foolish! That demon! Has his brain finally rotten from spending too much time with humans!? ー Cordelia appears Cordelia: ー Oh? Laito: …!? Have you come to save me? Cordelia: Oh dear. Ufufu…I’m sorry Laito, that isn’t it. Laito: Eh? Richter: ー Why are you here? Laito: …That’s my line. Cordelia: Okay, okay. No fighting! More importantly, Richter…Come here. Laito: …!? Cordelia: Nnn…Hey, Laito. You are a good boy. Laito: …!! Cordelia: Right, Laito? Laito: Yeah, that’s right. I’m…I’m a good boy after all. ーー Besides, I’m the type of person who only get more aroused from this kind of thing.

Although I also use this to support the whole Stockholm syndrome point, this could also be supported with the trauma isolation also holds. His mind is being re-molded into the facade he holds. Also, note the whole “do you think this will make me repent?!” part. Just a very interesting thing. The word “repent” implies that there’s something to feel guilty about or the person knows that what they’ve done is bad. It just goes to show that Laito has some part of guilt or moral compass still in tact.

You can also argue that this scene was when Laito just got locked up, or he’s been here for a while. Either way, he could have also been socially isolated before this too, just hanging around Cordelia like it’s implied when he was a child. Remember the whole not being in bed 9/10 times when he was a child? Yeah, controlled social isolation. We also rarely see Laito with other characters in his flashbacks. I don’t believe we see him with his brothers in any of his flashbacks from what I can recall; he’s usually with Cordelia. Just implies (to me) that he’s around her a lot. And being locked up is also a more extreme case of that, which would mold the brain even more.

I know that was a LOT to process and read. I sure hope this still is cohesive for you all. I’m pretty bad at organizing this kind of stuff; it’s a bit difficult since it all just goes together. Which, kudos on the writers of DL, because that’s just good writing. I was going to put something about gaslighting in this part, but that might be too long, so I’m going to make that a separate part or include it in the next part.

If you have any questions, feel free to just put it in the inbox. I’m planning on making the last part of this series answering all the Laito/Cordelia questions I’ve received, or just general questions pertaining to this analysis in general, whether it be tangential questions or clarifying questions.

Hope you all are still enjoying this ride as much as I am! -Corn

#analysis #diabolik lovers analysis #diabolik lovers #dialovers #dialover #laito sakamaki #sakamaki laito #raito sakamaki #sakamaki raito

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Supernatural Rewatch Ramblings: Dead in the Water

This episode is the first one to be directed by Kim Manners. It was written by Raelle Tucker and Sera Gamble. It is still the MoTW format and once again the ‘monster’ is something that was created by human action. Ordinary seeming stories—of bullying, lies, cover up—with deadly consequences.

Read below the cut for more and also watch out for the add-ons by my partner in crime @soulmates-for-real who does the most amazing gifsets and image galleries 😎

It reminded me of this quote:

“If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956

It is a chilling experience—both the actual monster when we do finally see it and the backstory of what really happened. These monsters are all created by the flawed human beings. Here is another quote from the same source which could well be the underlying bedrock of the two very different approaches we see Sam and Dean take in later episodes to the whole saving people hunting things.

“Since then I have come to understand the truth of all the religions of the world: They struggle with the evil inside a human being (inside every human being). It is impossible to expel evil from the world in its entirety, but it is possible to constrict it within each person.” .

Philosophical overtones aside, we are also getting more glimpses into the heads and hearts of the two leads.

It is already obvious that Dean has put the whole ‘Dad- is- missing- and- hasn’t- been-home-in -a -few-days stuff’ on the back burner till …ummm forever ? cos he has Sammy in front of his eyes who is sitting shotgun and being completely brotherly and sniping and bitching while also being boyfriend- level possessive.

As I said in the earlier review- I was just so swept away by the swashbuckling swagger of Dean that so obviously was an armour for his vulnerability that I almost didn’t notice Sam much. This is the episode where he became something more for me. Someone who was also finding out what Dean was all about at the same time as we were.

Someone who could pull him down to earth with a sharp: ‘People don’t just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them.’

But also reach out to him and remind him that they ‘can’t save everyone’.

In an early scene in the episode Sam scolds Dean for even starting to flirt with the waitress.

He smirks when Andrea shoots Dean down. He mocks Dean’s pick- up line about kids are the best. He seems pleased in a very petty way that Dean’s attempt has failed and that he has no choice now but to hang out with Sam and to give him his full attention.

The episode does have plot holes –that house Lucas draws and the history of the friendship of the two men and the missing boy surely must be well known to everyone in that small town, including Lucas’s mother and how come no one joins the dots etc. etc.

But small quibbles aside, we get to see that the past casts long shadows—whether sins of the past or just events of the past. ( again a parallel to the lives of the Winchesters themselves. And in later seasons we find out just how far back into the past those shadows reach!)

We see that Dean connects with the mute boy, Lucas, but then we learn that he can do this because he had also shut down after he saw his mother die and he knows how scary the world can seem and how he needed to make himself brave to carry on.

Sam watches from the sidelines and we can see him have an ‘oh ok’ moment as he stores away this information because it has clearly never been discussed in the family earlier. Kudos to Jared for being amazing with the ‘active listening’ that Sheila O’Malley references so often.

So despite Sam challenging him to name 3 kids he even knows, we see that Dean actually focusses on the kid throughout. The shared sense of loss aside, maybe Dean also sees himself as the protector of all little kids especially after the Shtriga incident. (which we don’t know anything about yet) (and we do see him bond with kids in every episode that involves kids. It is adorable !!)

In this episode Dean is almost drowning in his dad’s leather jacket and the way the silver ring looks on his hand is just ridiculously sexy…sigh….and that amulet right where it belongs…..deeper sigh. Then the cocky grin, the unsubtle flirting, all macho/manly/me- so- hetero/me- see- me- conquer on the outside but the soft squidgy child- whispering caramel centre, the trauma of being a motherless kid—having become motherless in a brutal way, a missing and probably almost cruel dad, a brother he raised as his own who walked out on him to go seek his own dreams….all these layers are being put together slowly for us.

Dean is not what he seemed to be and that brash swashbuckling exterior hides a very complex and interesting person. The script and direction were excellent of course but Jensen brought to it just the perfect balance of bad-boy + I wuv hugs.

Sam is still finding his way into the story and we are still watching things from Dean’s perspective as narrator which is fascinating to realize during the re-watch. As I have mentioned earlier, I was so swept away by Dean that it took me a very long time to focus on Sam as a separate person.

Ok, now, all together shout--- --WHY do people DO the following things??!!!

Put hands elbow deep into a sink, give lifts to obvious deranged malevolent spirits in human form, ‘let’s split up so we can cover more ground’, go into a shower/bath in a scary scene—can’t they HEAR the dun-dun-dun music score in the background?!! Sheesh.

Anyway. *eyeroll*

In a not- at- all- very- surprising turn of events Sam and Dean’s fake identity is called out and they are asked to leave town, which they do. But ….of course Dean does a very dramatic turn on the highway and takes them back to make sure the kid is ok!

Then Sam rescues the mother from the lethal bath- tub while Dean makes sure the kid is safe. Then they start to connect even more dots and eventually we see an incredible heroic rescue scene in the scary lake with Dean and the boy.

Jensen had described this shot in some interview as the most terrifying scene he had ever done apparently because he was responsible not only for doing the scene right but also for the young boy’s safety underwater.

What a fabulous visual we do get finally, with the boy in his embrace as they shoot out of the water!

That lake with its dark water is one super creepy place. That very first scene where we see the girl swimming from an underwater perspective had me yelling at the screen for her to GET OUT NOW.

So, finally, all is sorted and revenge has been had and bad folks die, good folks live and as they leave the town of course Lucas chats with Dean and they high five and just like the sister in the Wendigo episode, the young mother in this one also gives Dean a kiss on his cheek. Dean of course blushes and goes all gruff and drives off with Sam smirking in the shotgun seat.

The pattern is beginning to be established.

I am loving it!😍

The gag reel of this episode shows Jensen leaping into Jared’s arms.

This is the third episode only. So they have known each other only for a couple of months at this point?! Hmm…my J2 tinhat is also shining. And also wow. I mean Jensen is NOT a tiny guy.

Here are some other possibly more erudite and informed reviews if you would like to go down that rabbit hole like I did.

This one is cool https://the-orbit.net/entequilaesverdad/2016/05/10/supernatural-s1-e3-dead-water-summary/ and gives a fun and interesting score at the end which goes like this

Episode 3 counts:

Woman in the Fridge: 1

For Sophie Carlton being the first to get murdered by the vengeful spirit. It’s obviously meant to hook us harder: I mean, nobody would care as much about obnoxious brother Will, right?

Revenge from Beyond the Grave: 4

Sophie Carlton, Will Carlton, Bill Carlton, and Jake Devins.

Brotherly Love: 2

I had to give one to Sam for cock-blocking his brother right at the start. Another point goes to Dean’s sick-of-your-attitude lecture to his little brother, throwing Sam’s decision to go to college while Dean stayed behind with their dad in his face.

Toxic Masculinity: 1

For Dean downplaying his grief when Sam draws him out about the aftermath of their mother’s death.

Swimming in Sexism: 2

For Will Carlton’s comment to his sister that “guys don’t like buff girls.” I added a point for all the times they had Dean hitting on any available woman. They do want us to be extra-very sure he’s hetero, don’t they?

Cumulative Counts: Dean’s Man Tears: 3

One point awarded for all Dean’s choking up about Mom. We’re now three for three, folks.

This review totally calls out Dean LOL. I love the reviews that were written as first watch because they are without the benefit of hindsight we have on a re-watch.

http://markwatches.net/reviews/2013/11/mark-watches-supernatural-s01e03-dead-in-the-water/

“It was fascinating to me, then, that through this, Sam was able to learn about Dean’s own emotional reasoning behind his hunting. Of course, Dean, being the most stereotypical dude of all dudes who ever duded, has to immediately act like feelings aren’t cool because BLEH. Okay, that is one aspect of Dean that I’m not terribly interested in, especially since he expresses feelings like every five seconds. The whole “I am a straight man and I’m very straight and look at that butt straight I’m straight” thing is already exhausting because I get it. You don’t need to tell me this every five seconds.”

The comments to this review are also super entertaining with gems like this:

“So, if you knew that someone had drowned in the lake recently and their body was never found, WHY WOULD YOU STILL GO SWIMMING IN THE LAKE? Especially if two people had. It wouldn't make you think, "Hey, maybe there's something dangerous in that lake?" This show has some of the least genre savvy people EVER. Like, for example, once this mysterious death thing shows up in a sink, why would anyone want to take a bath or really ever fill any basin with water again? Seriously, is this the Bad Decision Olympics?”

Here is an awesome review from Fangasm also

https://fangasmthebook.com/2021/01/13/looking-back-on-dead-in-the-water-classic-supernatural/

#spn meta #spn #spn review #j2 #j2 tinhat #wincest

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Yazuka Verse coming soon, I can’t help myself.

Tag is a WIP and nonexistent since I’m not even halfway through the first game but I’m thinking

Qistina is a german born, arabic/german descent woman. Had very big and ambitious dreams of becoming a doctor and after having achieved her goal was taken in under a hospital under the name of Amestris. as an aspiring head doctor. In truth, the hospital was run by a mob under the name Homunculus, with each member carrying a special Ouroborus branding. The doctors and other persons beneath certain members have tattoo’s as well. Sometimes, directly onto their hands depending on their importance. their code name of alchemists. maybe? Yes the members are the homunculi of fma, yes their leader will be under then name of Father.

Here’s where things get spicy. I think they would be running a black market organ selling business, probably something with a special red drug to incorporate the philosophers stone, and??? stuff.

This is why her alchemy tattoos are still present, and still relevant to her character, even in a modern verse. She’ll also have a cool back tattoo depending on her new affiliations.

unsure of her affiliation or her age but I know she’d have come to Japan in an effort to escape her fate. her ‘fate’ being related to her wanting to abscond from the leaders House, sick of their treatment of her, but knowing that they’d kill her and harvest her body. it’s probably in her very early 20′s that she’s become their ‘Alchemist’, and another couple of years before she leaves. Arriving in Japan around 25 or so? Another ‘Alchemist’ from Japan probably helped to expedite her from Germany to hide out there.

She knows german and some arabic and is learning Japanese. it’s a bit difficult for her but she’s doing her best so please don’t mess with her or tease her ok? yuh

she’s something of a BackDoor / Black Market Doctor for yakuza members who can’t go to hospitals for their own injuries, and isn’t under any special protection from any of the Houses in Japan. There’s some Plotting to be had there.

in this verse, I believe she’d very much like to leave the Life she’s been leading and, while still living her dream of being a Doctor, she’d want to have a family and maybe settle down a bit - though, she understands that she may be killed for helping so many parties. Enemies in the same place getting patched up for their fights, things like that. not only this but she’s... Not all there. She’s still heavily sociopathic and not the easiest person to understand and befriend, let alone romance. aaaaaaaaas usual

I have a feeling she’d become a target again, or someone from her old House would come to find her and take her out for her abandonment.

#im planning on writing a character from that series so #i wanted to make her a lil verse #much more coherent thoughts to be added once i keep playing #but the Vibe is there

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ivyglow · 4 years

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I don't know if you write for him but could you do 91 with Carter Hart? In a situation where he is just slightly tipsy

Hey there! Sorry for taking forever, here it is and I hope you enjoy it! 🧡

91. “Listen, it’s for science.”

Carter was great. In fact, during all your 2-year friendship you guys went through a lot together, from taking care of each other sick to celebrating your promotions at work. And celebrations are exactly the subject for today’s essay while you look in disbelief at your door.

You were busy with college and work so you were not able to go to Carter’s game tonight, opting to watch it on your TV while finishing some papers. From time to time you would send a message to Carter just so he would have something to laugh at the end of the game and thank god they won, that means no grumpy-harty to deal with.

That’s why you were in pure disbelief when you opened your door hours after the game, already on the bed ready to sleep, finding a slightly tipsy Carter looking at your with amusement.

“Tell you did not drive like this” you plead with your eyes almost closed.

“Nah, Tk got me in an Uber” he smiles displaying his red cheeks and squished eyes.

Damn you, Travis!

“Ok, get inside, I’ll do some coffee for you and you can crash on the sofa” opening your door wide you watch him almost trip to take off his shoes without undoing the shoelaces before finally getting inside.

It was not usual for him to show up drunk at your door after a celebration with the team, but since you knew better how to deal with a drunk Hart you were his teammates' first number to call.

“Why coffee?” He’s sitting at a stool, arms dropped at the counter and cheeks at the cold marble, head slightly tipped up so he watches while you start the coffee machine.

“It will help your drunk ass to sober up” you explain watching him play with the fruit basket.

“I’m not that drunk, y/n...” he rolls his eyes and you chuckle before going to your room to get him clean clothes.

When you get back Carter is playing with some cherries and you can’t help but suppress the laugh. He was usually very thoughtful while drunk, coming up with philosophical questions and wondering about the smallest things to ever happen, usually the questions that he didn’t bother to voice when sober, so you usually took serious his ramble, never making too much fun of it.

“What’s up now, Hartsy boy?”

“You know how to tie a cherry stem in a knot??” He asks making you furrow your brows.

“That’s a very random question, but yeah, I know” you went to the coffee machine but before you could get the hot and dark liquid to pour in the porcelain cup Carter voice fills your ears, he wasn’t finished with his question “using your tongue?”

“What?” You get the cup full and turns to him.

“To tie a cherry stem in a know using your tongue. You know how?”

“Ooh...yeah, I know in fact” you give him his coffee thinking about high school while he’s sipping and blowing. You used to do knots in cherry stems with your friends in the last years of school, it was a silly teenage thing but it used to be fun considering you got to eat the cherries after.

“You know...I read on the internet these days that if you can do it then you’re a good kisser...and I couldn’t!!!” He has his elbow in the counter and his head is held by his hand, anyone would tell that he was genuinely upset.

You wanted to laugh. Because he had was genuinely cute doing that face, and because you couldn’t believe someone as good looking as Carter believed in something so silly like cherry knots being connected to how good of a kisser you are.

“It’s internet stuff, Carter, it’s not like it’s one hundred percent true,” you try to reason with him.

“But what if I’m a bad kisser?!” He seemed disturbed and you rolled your eyes lightly before chuckling.

“That doesn’t make sense, honey, you’re just drunk.”

“I’m not drunk, y/n, I’m in the middle of a philosophical discussion here...and what if girls never tell me I’m a bad kisser because they think it would hurt me?!”

He walks to the freezer before dropping an ice cube inside his cup and taking two long gulps of coffee. You giggle with his eagerness to finish his coffee, trying to prove he is -or soon will be- sober enough to discuss kisses.

“If you were a bad kisser we would’ve known. Remember our friend Karynne?! She was 200% still into you after you guys hook up if you were a bad kisser she wouldn’t be in your feet until nowadays” it brings you a small pang in the heart think about girls that hook up with Carter, he was usually very private about it and you were grateful for that, but still, it makes you mad.

“Oh- yeah but Karynne wanted an athlete, doesn’t matter if he’s the worst kisser...” he argues and you puff your cheeks.

“You see, I think-“

“We should kiss.”

“What?!”

”Listen, it’s for science”

“Omg, you’re not making any sense right now, Carter Hart” you puff your cheeks again praying that it won’t be red as soon as he says anything else.

You wanted to kiss Carter?! Of course!!! Your friendship was full of lingering touches and pet names and midnight talks and tension, and people usually made fun of you two, but you were torn between going for it and risk get hurt or don’t go and never know how it would really feel.

“Scientifically talking you’re a good kisser, and besides you’re my best friend, I know you wouldn’t lie to me!”

You let out a nervous chuckle.

“You’re drunk!”

“Slightly tipsy when I got here, but now I’m sober as I can be, you know it” his hands are on his hips and he’s intently staring.

You groin before dropping your arms beside your body, it was hard to resist to Carter asking for anything, let alone Carter asking for a kiss?!

Impossible.

“Listen, this thing is probably fake news...” you start and he displays a full laugh, his head slightly thrown back.

“Yeah, so it’s our job to check it and prove either it’s really true or false” he seems determined and you give in, before sitting in the stools and holding his hand.

He seems to take some minutes to realize what you’re doing but when he does he’s fast to be in the middle of your legs. Right hand holding and caressing your jaw and left hand bringing your waits closer.

He seemed to know exactly how to hold you and just by that you could tell he was in no ways a bad kisser.

”For science, yeah?!”

“Pure science” he mumbles with his eyes closed, his face closer than ever and his hot breath makes you shiver.

He takes his time breathing you in, discovering a little more about your face using his lips and when he finally presses it together it’s strong and soft and it’s hot but cold and you can taste alcohol with coffee with a sweet point somewhere. His tongue is gentle, he may be eagerly judging the way he holds tighter to your waits, but he’s not in a rush and by no means he fights for dominance. It’s natural. Almost like you two do it every time.

You thread your fingers on his locks and your body seems to be on automatic when your legs go around his waist begging for more contact.

When you two put away you’re taking as much air in as possible. Your bodies still tangled, his hand still tight around you.

He smiles before pecking your lips and you hold him there enjoying the feeling of his soft skin against yours.

He chuckles.

“That means I’m a good kisser?!”

“I’ll need to do some more tests” you whisper before bringing his mouth to yours again.

#carter hart #carter hart request #anon #🍯 answers #🐝 blurbs #carter hart imagine #philadephia flyers #🍯 s writing #hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #blurb

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bnhababyyyy · 4 years

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Bro’s before that kinda bro

Part 8/?

A/n: Yeah we’re almost done guys!!! This chapter took a long time too but I enjoyed writing it! I hope u guys r doing ok and that this chapter finds you well❤️

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You paced back and forth around the common room, with the girls watching you. This was an important moment, you needed to prove yourself to them. Mina leaned forward on the couch, eyes trained onto you. “We gave you as much information as we could possibly give…”

“I hope you pass the test (Y/n)... it may be hard to complete.” Uraraka finished.

Momo crossed her legs, “I know you can do it…. Jirou ask the questions!”

Jirou nodded. “First question… when you walk past him what do you do?”

“Scoff and look away!” You didn’t miss a beat.

“Right. When he asks why you’re at his house what do you say?”

“I'm not here for you, everything isn’t about you anymore.”

She nodded. “And if he asks ‘Can we be friends again?’ What do you say.”

“Uhm.” You stopped in your tracks. “I would say that I...I would kind of like that, and I really do miss him and if he’s ready to be friends again-“

The girls groaned, throwing pillows at you until you sat back down. It was a sunny afternoon and you were practicing how to approach Todoroki’s house since you would be going there. You needed help learning assertive behaviors and thought that the girls would be the best of help in being assertive with him.

The night before Midoriya had asked if you could join dinner with him at the Todoroki household, claiming that he was too scared to go himself. You called him that morning and asked for more clarification, which went something like:

“Midoriya. I’m telling you I shouldn’t go. If Todoroki hates me I’m sure his whole family hates me too!”

You could hear the nervous fidgeting on the other line. “I’m sure his whole family doesn’t hate you…”

“Why are you even going in the first place if you’re too scared to go? Just cancel!”

“I can’t, Todoroki said he couldn’t stand his father and really needed some moral support, I can’t leave if I’m his support!”

You sharply exhaled, pinching the bridge of your nose as you let your mind think. “I can’t stand being around him right now, I promise you if I go it’ll end up with broken glass everywhere.”

“I’ll be the mediator between you two, just focus on something else when you go!”

“No.”

“Please, I bought you ice cream that one time!”

“That was you paying me back by holding your bags!”

“I even let you take care of him when he got that concussion!”

“Midoriya!”

“I really need you there! Please be my moral support!” You squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best to not let him in. “Please?”

You could physically feel him doing puppy eyes over the phone and it got you. It got you. You could hear him smile on the receiver, he knew he got you too. “Fine.”

“Thank you! I’ll text the details soon, Bye!”

You threw the phone far from you, you couldn’t stand him.

Which led you to now. You were sloped against the couch with the girls surrounding you in a circle.

“I mean, what if we do make up. I wouldn’t be mad at him if he wanted to continue our friendship.” You played with the laces on your shoes.

Jirou huffed. “Be honest, do you want him as a friend or are you hoping for something more?” You felt her stare right into your dodo brain.

“Uhm I… I dunno.” You never thought about it that way, you were too busy trying to be friends with him you didn’t realize that you may get a crush on him again. What if you two repeated the cycle?

Mina shook you out of your gloom, “Okay we can deal with that philosophical stuff later! I’m sure Todoroki won’t ask you to be friends with him at the dinner, so let’s focus on being assertive okay?”

You slumped lower onto the floor, feeling the weight of your problems grow heavier. “Ochaco why can’t you go? It’s your boyfriend, and you’re close to Todoroki.”

“Ah that’s because I have a class with Gunhead!” She said.

“But the dinner is at 8! How long are you gonna be training for?”

Uraraka bounced in her seat. “He’s having us train for night watch! We’re learning how to work in teams at night and how to spot suspicious activity, I can’t wait!”

“Aw I’m so happy for you…” you pinched her cheek. “Can you bring me with you so I have an excuse?”

“Oh you’re being overdramatic. I’m sure it won’t be that bad!”

“Maybe...” You lifted yourself from the floor. “I’m gonna go choose an outfit or whatever, have fun on your night watch though.”

The girls all waved you away and wished you good luck, but when you entered your room you fell into your bed. You couldn’t tell if you were making a mistake, if you were really ready to see him now. Everything was moving so fast and you weren’t used to this new way of living. Your friends talked about how you needed to cut him out of your life but that was easier said than done, the feelings you had were so odd.

You would be sad that he treated you wrong, but if you thought about it too long you would get angry, ready to pick a fight with him, then out of nowhere you would wonder if you were being over dramatic. It was a continuous cycle with enough happy memories to make you doubt all of your emotions. You were sick of it.

These thoughts ran in your mind until you rolled onto your back and closed your eyes, practicing the breathing technique Uraraka showed you the other day. Inhaling as much as you could, then exhaling all of it. Inhale, exhale, inhale…… you felt your consciousness slowly slip away, succumbing to the quiet of your room.

Later on you heard this constant humming by your ear, but it was too drowned out by your sleep. It would stop for a while then the noise would return with a few notifications sounding off in between.

You felt around the bed for the noise source and blinked your eyes open when you realized it was your phone. The messages looked a little urgent.

As soon as you sent the last message he started calling you again, audibly panicking from the other line. “(Y/l/n)! Where are you? Why didn’t you respond to my calls!?”

You sat at the edge of your bed, squinting at your window. “Midoriya what time is the dinner at?”

“Eight, our ride is coming in five minutes! I-I was waiting in the common room, but then I got nervous and went outside to check, and then I went back inside and saw the car wasn’t there, but then I saw what I thought was the car and went outside again! I’ve been outside watching the cars pass by in case it’s ours and now it’s getting cold and-”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” You were too groggy to even comprehend what was happening, and sifted through your closet for an outfit. “Is it casual wear or formal?”

“It doesn’t matter right now please hurry!”

“Midoriya calm down it’ll be fine…didn’t Ochaco show you that one breathing technique for calming down?”

“Yeah I mean kind of I-I don’t know.”

You held two outfits in front of you, one was a dress that you’d only wear at a fancy gala while the other was a pair of shorts with a cute shirt. Casual or formal? The question repeated in your head until the heavy breathing on the other line brought you back. “Oh right, okay, inhale as much air as you can… and then release all of it.”

You heard him follow your instructions as you gave up and decided on wearing the dress. You checked yourself out a little bit, the dress shaped you well and the necklace you were wearing with it looked- you paused. You forgot he gave you that. You played with the pendant, recalling how happy he looked whenever you wore it. You remembered the tenderness of the moment when he gave it to you, the way he fumbled with the chain while it was on your neck, how his hand would ghost around your face, when he dipped his head down into almost kissing you that one night...

“Are-are you still there?” Midoriya’s voice piped up.

“Oh right! Ok I’m leaving right now, don’t move!”

“Don’t do anything stupid, do not fall for him!” You scolded at the reflection.

With a reassuring nod to yourself you threw a purse on and rushed outside. When Midoriya came into view he let out a choked sigh of relief. “Wha-Ah you look amazing!”

“Thanks, you look great too,” Midoriya was thankfully wearing a suit, not underdressing you at all. “Where’s the car?”

“Ah it’s across the street, but we can’t leave until Todoroki shows up!”

Your jaw dropped, “He’s coming with us!? I thought he was already there!”

And speaking of the devil, the man himself showed up with an outfit a little too casual compared to the clothes you and Midoriya wore. He was looking at his phone, not noticing you at all. “Sorry, the call went longer than I thought…” His words drifted away when his eyes caught yours and froze. He flipped his eyes between you and Midoriya. “Why are you here?”

His tone was uninviting, telling you to get away from him in a passive aggressive way. It set you off, you rubbed your face feeling emotions bubbling up, but the only one you could focus on was anger. Boiling out the pot kind of anger and you weren’t sure if you could last a whole car ride with him in there.

You stopped Midoriya’s sputtering, “I’m here for him, he wanted me to come so he didn’t feel awkward at your house.”

Todoroki looked at Midoriya for confirmation and huffed when Midoriya gave a reassuring nod. “There might not be enough room for all of us.”

“I don’t mind sitting in the passenger.”

“That seat might have stuff in it.”

“Then you can walk. You know the way to your house right?” You were both pushing each other, trying to make the other back down.

Midroiya poked the both of you, “Okay we can squeeze in right? Let’s hurry over before the car leaves us and all of your stuff Todoroki!”

He dragged the both of you to the car, where the driver loaded multiple boxes into the car. And of course, the passenger seat had a few boxes in them as well.

You pinched Midoriya’s hand, “What’s going on? Why is that guy putting all those boxes in there?”

Midoriya leaned in to whisper, but was interrupted by the slamming of the car door and the driver approaching you three. “Alright, it’ll be a bit of a tight squeeze, someone might have to sit in someone else’s lap… or someone could go in the trunk!”

He said that to be funny. You were supposed to be laughing. But the tensions were so high, all the three of you could do was let out that awkward cough of a laugh. Then you all stood there in the silence.

The driver cleared his throat, “Well I suggest that the lady sit-“

You were already scooting into the furthest seat possible, one seat was completely taken over in boxes. “You guys can sit on top of each other, I’m fine over here.”

You watched as the two of them looked between each other and agreed on having Midoriya sit on Todoroki’s lap, it was an interesting sight, they both didn’t know where to put their arms, and apologized every time they bumped into each other. Todoroki put his hand by his sides, while Midoriya shifted his hands between his lap. As soon as everyone seemed settled in, the car started moving, and you were just now realizing how tight the space was.

You tried to shift away from Todoroki, but the driver made so many turns, your head continued to bump into his shoulder. Every time it happened you could see him inch away, the both of you stiffening when you fell onto his shoulder. You both didn’t say anything, just adding more tension onto the situation.

You took out your phone and pretended to text someone important. Midoriya noticed your discomfort and cleared his throat, “It’s uhm quiet in here, can you turn on some music sir?” The driver did so but the tension in the air lingered. “Uhm… you look really nice (Y/l/n)! Doesn’t that necklace match well with her outfit Todoroki?”

You felt your heart drop. Necklace? Your hands flew to your neck and felt around for the jewelry. You were in such a hurry to get dressed you forgot to put it back on the dresser, your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Why do you still have that?” His expression was familiar and almost gentle but his tone sounded sharp, you couldn’t decipher what his feelings were. Was he angry? Sad? Disappointed? Either way, the confusing tones were starting to piss you off, and Instead of mulling it over any longer you decided to unhook it and toss it to the floor. “I don’t know, forgot to throw it away,”

His mouth dropped, he looked offended almost. You rolled your eyes as he scoffed and leaned further away from you, making you feel a smidge of regret, but not enough to feel sorry. You all waited for the car ride to end, the music wasn’t loud enough to drown out the tension and you were starting to get sweaty.

When the car slowed to a stop, the three of you nearly bolted out of the car. You all helped the driver with the ridiculous amount of boxes and carried them to the house. You leaned over to Midoriya when Todorki was ahead of you.“Why are there so many boxes? Do you know what they’re for?”

“Yup! They’re a bunch of presents and letters that Todoroki got for his mother…”

“Why?” You knew Todoroki had developed a close bond with his mother, but from what you knew she was still in the hospital, so why were the boxes going to his house?

He gasped. “Wait I forgot to tell you! I’m so sorry, today is her birthday! That’s what the dinner thing is about!”

“What.”

“Yeah sorry about that! I’m sure she will be really nice though!”

“Midoriya.” You let out a sharp breath. “What made you think that inviting me would be a good idea? I don’t want to be here if his mom is coming to visit! That kills the whole mood for everyone!”

Midoriya’s expression changed, realizing his mistake. Yes, you and Todoroki were not on good terms but that didn’t mean you wanted to ruin any opportunities he had to hang out with his mom! You being here pissed him off, how could he relax if you were at his family table?

“Oh yeah I guess you’re kind of right huh…. Maybe you can just be nice for the rest of the night! I’m sure he won’t notice you if you’re quiet.”

You fumbled with the boxes. “Well I should just leave at that point… I’m sure you’ll be fine if his mom will be there.”

Before Midoriya could protest your statement, the door swung open revealing Todoroki’s sister, you were surprised to see that she looked a lot like him. You all filed into the house while Midoriya continued on a list of all the reasons why you should stay.

“You promised!” Midoriya pleaded.

“Yeah but that was before I got all the needed information,” you placed your boxes down in a corner of the house. “You basically made an illegal deal!”

“How could that be illegal if no money was involved!? You’re the one who’s making an illegal- hey!” You were trying to inch out the door but Midoriya caught you by the wrist. “Please don't leave, just stay for like five minutes!”

“Midoriya…”

He flashed his puppy eyes towards you, they were more effective in person, you tried to look away from him but he just followed your eyes. After a quick stare down you groaned. “Fine…” Midoriya was about to cheer but you stopped him, “But only five minutes...after that I’m out of here.”

“Wait, Five minutes after his dad arrives, right?”

“Yes. After his dad comes, no debates okay?”

“Mmm.” he was biting his nails. “I guess we can do that… I’ll just be a little nervous.”

You listened as he went on a rant about all of his worries, while you threw words of encouragement his way. The two of you talked until Todoroki’s sister walked past you two, then did a double take.

“Ah, I’m so sorry I didn’t see you guys!” She was struggling to keep the balance of the plates in her arms as she bowed, “I’m Fuyumi, Shouto has told me a lot about you two!”

Midoriya grinned and returned the bow. “Thank you for inviting us, the food smells great!”

“Oh right! I forgot the chicken was in the fryer!”

You watched her rush through the kitchen and move from task to task too fast to follow. “Did you need help?”

“No, no you two are my guests you don't need to-” a plate dropped and the shatter was heard from the kitchen, “Ah jeez.”

Midoriya and you bumped heads trying to rush into the kitchen, your hero instincts kicking in at the same time. “Just let me, it’s the least I can do.” you pleaded. “Go keep Todoroki company.”

He gave you a nervous nod before turning to Todoroki.

You watched him disappear as you entered the kitchen. Fuyumi was trying to pick up the smashed pieces of the plate when you came in. “Ah I forgot the chicken’s still in the fryer!”

“I can get it,” You picked up a pair of tongs, “How long have you been cooking?”

“Too long, I think my arms are getting numb from mixing all day.” She took a glance at you, “Sorry, you shouldn’t have to help if you're the guest.”

“No, no I don’t mind at all. I know it’s a special day for you guys and I’m sure you want everything to be perfect.”

You opened a trash bag for her to throw out the shards and as she stood, you caught a glimpse of the family resemblance. The Todoroki you knew and Fuyumi both carried themselves similar to each other, her posture and smile washed a wave of familiarity over you. You felt so at ease with her presence, like you didn’t need to prove yourself to her.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” She snapped you out of your thoughts as she looked at Midoriya and Todoroki with a warm expression. “I think it’s good he has people like you in his life, he’s changed a lot.”

Changed? You could say that, but it was more of a regression than a progression. “That was all due to Midoriya, I don’t think anyone made him change better than Midoriya did. He basically reset his whole philosophy on life.”

She giggled into her hand. “Pff, I’m sure it wasn’t all Midoriya, not with the way he talks about you.”

You almost dropped the trash bag, you couldn’t have heard that right. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh- nothing! I just talk too much!”

“I mean it’s not like I care about him talking about me…” you reassured yourself. “But what did he say?”

“Well I respect my brother's privacy, so I couldn’t tell you too much… but I guess you could say you’re the reason why he’s been happier lately.”

You gave her a weird look, he didn’t seem happier when he was with you. You didn’t know what he was talking about with her, but she probably didn’t know about the recent events that happened between the two of you, so you decided to just brush it off.

“Just trust me,” she smiled. “But let’s pretend I didn’t say that and set up the table, everyone should start coming any minute now!”

You gave her a quick nod and began putting the dishes onto the table. The food smelled amazing and the table was filled with so many varieties of dishes it was like a buffet, desserts on one side of the table while the meats stayed on another side of the table. You couldn’t believe she made all of that food herself.

As soon as the doorbell rang you could have swore Todoroki tripped out of his chair to answer it. His excitement died down however, when his brother entered the house instead of his mother.

“His brother’s actually kind of cute.” You whispered to Midoriya.

“Please don’t hit on his family members…” He groaned.

“Ew I’m not gonna do that… I mean not until I graduate at least.”

Midoriya gagged and pushed you away as you laughed at his reaction. Everything felt light and joyful, you didn’t think you would need to stay if the room kept this energy, Midoriya would be fine.

“I didn’t know you made friends Shouto!” Todoroki’s brother gestured to the table, “I’m Natsu.”

You and Midoriya bowed while Todoroki took his seat. “Yeah, I guess. Where’s Endeavor and Mom?”

“I dunno, I thought everyone would be here already.” He sat next to Fuyumi and already began making himself a plate. “This looks great, did you make all of this?”

She nodded and passed chopsticks to his side, “Yeah, I had a little bit of help too,” She winked your way and you smiled in return. “I hope they get here before the food gets cold.”

The whole scene felt so domestic, all of you laughing at jokes and funny experiences from school. Praising Fuyumi for how great the food tasted, poking fun at Midoriya for over describing how much he loved her cooking, and learning about Todoroki’s siblings felt so sweet.

Todoroki was barely taking part in the conversations, he was constantly checking the time and shaking the table with his leg. He must have been waiting for a moment like this forever, a moment where him and his family had a normal dinner.

After a while there was a knock at the door and you could feel the excitement buzz through the house. They were finally here. The siblings looked between each other before all getting up to the door while you and Midoriya turned around to watch.

Everyone took in a sharp breath, then Fuyumi swung the door open with a breeze of cold air coming in and Endeavor walked in with… no one behind him… Everyone stayed in the same place looking confused. No one was saying anything and the whole domestic scene was torn away as soon as he entered the house.

Endeavor’s eyes flickered towards the both of you, then turned back to his kids. “Shouto, follow me.” Todoroki blinked hard before following him out of the room, while Fuyumi and Natsu stood by the door whispering to each other.

You leaned towards Midoriya, “And the timer starts now…”

“No, no, no don’t leave me!” He sputtered, “Can’t you feel the tension in here!?”

“Exactly! I don’t wanna be here if it's gonna be this awkward… can you pass me the mayonnaise over there.”

As the both of you argued, Natsu and Fuyumi received a notification from their phones. You didn’t know what it said but the mood in the room changed.

“I can’t believe this… Shouto’s not going to take this well.” Natsu sunk into a chair.

Fuyumi took a seat, putting her head into her hands and rereading whatever message was sent to her. “I worked so hard…”

“What’s going on?” Midoriya whispered to you.

“Like I know! Ask them yourself if you’re so curious.”

Fuyumi readjusted herself in her seat, not looking up at your concerned faces. “Sorry, I can wrap your guys’ food up. I don’t think we’re going to have dinner tonight.”

“Oh no, what happened?” You asked.

“Uhm our mom was supposed to come for the dinner tonight but our dad said she wasn’t ready to come eat with us yet… Something about the hospital not letting her?” She let out a deep sigh, “It’s a little disappointing, since we set this up for her birthday.”

You felt sweat run down your spine. Natsu looked pissed and Fuyumi looked like she was going to cry at any moment and you were nervous about how Todoroki would react. You would feel the same way if this happened to you, it was devastating seeing the mood drop this low, all excitement shot down to the floor.

The room was quiet while you and Midoriya fiddled with your thumbs, you both didn’t know how to respond and it felt too rude to start packing food when the room was this depressing.

The silence didn’t continue for too long, a few minutes later a door swung open with a bang and Todoroki was storming out of the room.

Endeavor called after Todoroki from the doorway. “Shouto, it’s for the best, her health-”

“Shut the hell up, you don’t know anything.” Shouto slammed the front door as he went out, leaving the both of you.

Midoriya pulled you out of your seat, “C’mon let's go check on him.”

Midoriya was dragging you by the wrist as you tried to digest what was happening. You had spent the whole morning training yourself on how to be assertive with Todoroki, not training on how to console him after his father messed up the dinner! You had come in with many expectations on how the night would end, but this turn of events never crossed your mind.

When you got outside Midoriya was by his side in an instant. Todoroki was crouched down, swiping at the tears on his face, letting out broken sobs in an attempt to silence them. You felt your heart sink into your stomach and ran to his side as well.

Midoriya ducked his head to Todoroki’s level, “Hey, hey what happened in there? Are you okay?”

You crouched down and debated rubbing his back, not knowing if that was pushing it. “Talk when you’re ready.”

“I can’t believe I actually trusted that bastard and…. and came here, and for him to say that like he was some kind of saint… like-like he wasn’t the reason why she didn’t come.” His voice was cracking everywhere and it just pinched your heart.

“What did he say in there?” You asked.

“That my mom…”He hiccuped into his sleeve, hiding his face further from you two. “couldn’t come, but I don’t believe him. He hates the idea of having her in his stu-upid house. That’s why.” He paused, trying to control his breathing. “Or maybe she just didn’t want to see me…”

You held back a gasp, “That’s not true at all. I’m sure she would show up if she could.” You placed your hand on his back and felt the slightest shiver from him. “Her not showing up has nothing to do with you.”

“Exactly,” Midoriya chimed. “She would love to see you, I’m sure she misses you and your siblings!”

Todoroki shook his head, “You don’t know that. I hate that man, he ruins everything. He even had the nerve to insult you guys.”

You and Midoriya turned your heads toward each other, “He insulted us!? What did he say?” Midoriya asked.

“He said that the two of you were making me weak. That I’ve been acting weaker every day since I became friends with you two. Maybe he’s right, I can’t control my emotions anymore and…”

“That’s not true!” Midoriya interrupted.

You nodded, “Who cares about what that guy says! Everything he says is false, Midoriya’s the strongest kid in our class, how could he possibly be making you weaker!? Think about it, he’s the one who made you use both of your quirks!”

Todoroki nodded into his arms while Midoriya waved you off, “Ahh, you’re going to make my ego too high!”

“It’s true though, If anything Todoroki has progressed so far because of you. You’re the reason why he’s able to express himself so well, like he isn’t holding back himself from crying or laughing anymore!”

Todoroki’s head popped up from his lap, and looked like he was about to say something but stopped himself. His eyes were red, but if you squinted you could see that familiar gleam he used to give you all the time. It made your breathing hitch, even when you shouldn’t have any feelings.

Midoriya held his hand out to Todoroki and lifted him from the ground. “Why don’t we go back to school, I don’t think we should go back there right now.”

You all nodded, but before you could even walk too far away, you realized you were forgetting something. “Oh wait hold on, I think I left my bag in there.”

“I’ll get it.” Midoriya and Todoroki said in unison, both moving towards the door, but you waved them off.

“No, no, it’s fine I’ll get it,”

“Are you sure?” Todoroki asked.

Him talking to you positively for the first time that week stunned you a little too much. Your mouth opened and closed trying to gather words out for a response. “Uh-yeah, I’m not scared of your dad Todoroki.”

That was a lie. That was the biggest lie you have told that night, of course you were terrified of Endeavor! Who wouldn’t be scared of a guy like that? You couldn’t back down now though, Todoroki and Midoriya were looking at you as if you were Joan of Arc, believing you would storm into the house with no fear.

With a determined expression, you flipped around and marched into the house. The tension from that room hit you as soon as you opened the front door, feeling nausea enter your system. The food from the table was still there, but now no one was at the table, just your bag by your seat, you checked both sides of the room before darting to the table, you did not want to have an awkward conversation with either of his siblings or his dad.

You checked your bag for all of its contents, but before you could leave the table Endeavor’s booming voice piped up behind you.

“I'm sorry!?” You choked on your spit.

“Thank you for caring for my son, you and the green boy.” He stood at the end of the table, keeping direct eye contact with you.

“Oh. Yeah, you’re welcome.”

“Shouto has changed. I believe you and that boy are the reason for it. You let him present a weakness I could never teach him myself.” He continued.

“We did?”

“Yes, you taught him to open himself up, to not hide his emotions to appear stronger, but rather express them and become stronger naturally. Something I could never teach him myself.”

“Okay, well I should get going now-”

“So, for that reason I thank you. Thank you for teaching him to be okay with change, I hope he forgives me someday. There’s only so much I can do now that my children are all grown up…”

You teetered on your toes, waiting for him to stop talking. He had been going on a rant about how grateful he was for you and Midoriya but you didn’t know how to respond. Everyone continued to tell you how much you changed Todoroki but you didn't see it, he was starting to return to his old ways and ignore you. Tonight was the most positive communication you had with him that whole week, none of it made sense.

“I don’t know how much I helped in his development, but I’m sure if you keep trying he’ll eventually forgive you.” You checked your phone, every second in the room with him talking made you want to rip your hair out. “Or he might not, either way you should keep striving for it!”

Endeavor nodded and looked down deep in thought, “Maybe I’ll start calling him. Kids use their phones all the time nowadays, I should be able to reach him through there.”

“Yeah, I guess you could.” You scooted to the front door. “Please tell Fuyumi the food was amazing, goodnight.”

You slipped out the door as soon as Endeavor nodded and let out a sigh of relief when you were outside again. It felt like he was keeping you hostage with his worries and regrets. Midoriya was hugging Todoroki’s hunched form and gave you a wave.

“Are you okay? You were in there for a while.” He asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, Endeavor was just talking to me for like ever. Your dad is really dramatic Todoroki.”

Todoroki lifted himself from Midoriya and wiped his face. “Yeah, I’m sorry. You guys shouldn’t have to deal with my family and their drama. I didn’t intend for this to happen when I invited you.”

He wasn’t keeping eye contact with you but he looked exhausted. You had to restrain every fiber of your being to not hold his face and wipe away his tears, seeing him so devastated pulled on every string of your heart and you hated it.

“It’s fine! We wouldn’t be mad about something like this, but we should call for a ride before it gets too late.” Midoriya said.

“Yeah I’ll call! Maybe we should make plans for another dinner sometime.” You were already dialing for a car service.

You were relieved when the car arrived with full open seats and no need for squeezing. Midroiya ran to the passenger side as soon as it pulled up, leaving you and Todoroki for the back. You and Todoroki slid into the back, not having enough energy to argue after the long day you two went through.

You all talked as the ride began but began relaxing in a comforting silence after a while. You and Todoroki still didn’t make up, but you mutually understood not to talk about it at that moment. A moment to pretend nothing was wrong and that you were all just kids. No expectations or ideas about each other, just warm bodies laughing in the night.

The car ride back wasn’t as tense as the ride to his house. Instead it felt like your connection to him was a little deeper, to the point you could tell when Todoroki was thinking about something that bothered him. From the reflection in the window alone, you could tell he was internally struggling with something serious.

You knew you shouldn’t have done anything, but with the calm air in the car, you couldn’t help but place your hand atop of his. It was almost like you saying ‘I’m here for you’ without saying anything. You held your breath as he flicked his eyes from you to your hands. The moment felt like it was lasting hours and you didn’t know if he was interpreting your intentions the same way.

Your thoughts were cut short when you felt him very gently ghost his thumb over your hand and squeeze it. You hid the smile forming on your face. The both of you kept your hands together while Todoroki rubbed small circles into your hand until the ride was over.

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whitworth-waldo · 4 years

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So, I wrote a one shot on Loceit, and it was kinda based in the flirty wave things that Janus just LOVES doing at Logan, but it feels kinda forced into it, but I tried my best so... I saw @totallybelievabledude's post and I wanted to write that.

Sorry if it's not what you wanted, but I'm pretty proud if it. 🥰

Anyway:

It was the middle of an argument, well, not necessarily an argument, more of a debate. Well, no one knows what to call it, but it was Deceit, Patton, Roman. Logan occasionally popped up with some facts here and there.

Deceit had been impersonating Logan for a little bit throughout the argument debate thingy because he knew the sides wouldn’t listen to him, and he just liked doing anything involving his boyfriend, well, secret boyfriend. The others didn’t know, and they didn’t need to. Plus, it would be weird to pop up as Virgil and just be like, “Hey, so you know how I hate Deceit? I think we should listen to him, I STILL HATE HIM THOUGH!”

So, that brings us about to where Logan came back, the real one.

“Not that any of you care-”

“Oh shit, shit.”

Deceit hid his face while Logan continued.

“I am unharmed and I don’t want to talk about it.”

Deceit smirked, he knew exactly why Logan didn’t want to talk about it, but we won’t go there.

“I’m just here to deliver one last fact and spare you my company.”

Deceit waved at Logan, much like how he did during the first Selfishness vs Selflessness fight, Logan got all flustered the first time, so it would probably work out the second time.

Patton went to say something, probably telling him that everyone enjoys him being around, but Logan interrupted.

“PETER SINGER-”

Deceit guessed he had to shout to get everyone’s attention, or he was just discombobulated from the wave, who knew. He wondered where Logan was going with this, Deceit recognized the name, but he couldn’t remember who the guy was or where he heard of him from.

“Is an Australian philosopher and activist who champions the movement called 'Effective Altruism'. The primary feature that differentiates Effective Altruism from other moral philosophies is its practicality. It employs the heart, and the mind so that Effective Altruism can earn its namesake and actually… be effective.”

Deceit was confused. Was Logan gonna agree with him? Were the others finally going to see he’s not that bad?

“The aim is to help as many people as possible while maintaining a "Perfectly Adequate standard of living'. So a poor, sick person giving five of their last fifteen cents to an aid organization, while incredibly altruistic, is not effective altruism because that money won’t go very far, and the act would only harm that person’s already unacceptable standard of living.”

Logan was on Deceit’s side! Logan, the logical side, the side that everyone ended up listening to at the end of the day, he was 100% on Deceit’s side! He wasn’t kind of agreeing, only to say that Deceit was wrong. Nope, he was agreeing with every point Deceit had made so far.

Deceit didn’t know if Logan was just biased, but damn did it feel good.

Deceit threw himself onto Logan’s bed, he landed face down and groaned. Logan, who was behind him chuckled.

“What’s the problem?”

Deceit sat up.

“That was tense. Now come here.”

Logan tilted his head, but he sat on the bed next to Deceit. Deceit had a lazy smirk as he pulled Logan onto his lap, he rested his head on Logan’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around Logan’s torso.

There was a knock on Logan’s door.

“I’m doing something currently, I’ll be able to come down in 30 minutes.”

Deceit smirked as he heard the person walk away, he used Logan’s voice. A perk, he thought. He was able to copy the side’s voices while not having to appear like them. Logan sighed, knowing Deceit would whine if he moved, and in all honesty, he didn’t want to move. He moved so that he was lying across his boyfriend's lap, instead of sitting on it.

“My head was comfy! Traitor.”

Logan shrugged at Deceit’s mock betrayed tone. He grabbed a book that was on his bed. A Series of Unfortunate Events. Logan found himself enjoying this series, even if it was quite different from the books he usually read.

Deceit started to run his hand through Logan’s hair, and suddenly, Logan found that he couldn’t focus on the book.

“Do you think the others will be suspicious that you agreed with me?”

Logan shrugged, he rested his head on the mattress and looked at his boyfriend.

“Even if they are, it’s not like they’ll expect something like this.”

They were both quiet for a while, both enjoying the comfortable silence. Then there was another knock on Logan’s door. Deceit rolled his eyes.

“Yes?”

Logan just told him to hide, Deceit shook his head and smirked.

“Uh, you ok buddy? You’ve been up here for like, an hour more than you said you would be.”

Logan looked at his watch, Roman was right.

“I guess I got too interested in the book I was reading. Sorry, I'll be down in a second.”

Logan stood up and stretched, Deceit got up after him. Deceit placed a chaste kiss on Logan’s cheek and waved. It was the same flirtatious wave he’s been doing, it always made Logan blush.

Deceit then teleported, or you could call it fast traveled, there wasn’t a name for it, but Deceit did that to the dark side of the mind place.

“Where were you all day?”

Remus had an eyebrow lifted and his head tilted in confusion.

“There was a dilemma, and it seemed like they needed me.”

Remus nodded.

“I’m gonna go microwave this fork. I’ll tell you what happens.”

Remus ran away, and Deceit chased him. Luckily, Deceit managed to catch Remus before he could put the fork in the microwave, but then he heard the microwave go off in the kitchen.

“What did you do?!”

Remus shrugged, but he couldn’t contain his smile.

“I put a barbie in the microwave, and I knew if you saw it, you would take it out. It was a classic distraction method.”

Deceit groaned.

“WHY?!”

“Why not?”

Deceit covered his face with his hands.

“I swear; you scare me sometimes.”

Remus gasped and put a hand on his chest in an offended manner.

“Sometimes?!”

Remus mumbled something that Deceit couldn’t hear, well, almost.

“Must not be trying hard enough.”

Deceit shook his head.

“Please don’t try harder, I don’t want you being even more chaotic!”

Remus shrugged.

“Whatever you say.”

Remus walked away and Deceit presumed he went into his room, so Deceit went into his. He took off his coat and his under-blouse. He then put on a yellow hoodie over a white tee-shirt, he paired it with black sweatpants. He took off his hat and ran his hands through his hair.

Deceit woke up to someone throwing themselves onto his bed right next to where he was, up until now, sleeping. Deceit recognized the figure next to him almost instantly, so he snaked his arm around their waist.

“You were right.”

“Of course I was dear.”

Deceit moved so that his boyfriend was pressed flush against his chest.

“Roman told Virgil what happened. Virgil didn’t like it one bit, so they called me down and started questioning me. A lot.”

Deceit nodded, knowing how upset Virgil could get. He had to deal with Virgil when he was a lot, for a lack of a better word, worse. It’s not like he ever thought Virgil was a burden, he could just get very agitated and rude when someone brought up a touchy subject, and Deceit guessed he was now a touchy subject.

“Do they know?”

Logan shook his head.

“No, I don’t think they thought of anything like that. They wanted to know if we were friends.”

Deceit hummed.

“What did you say?”

“I said no, but I didn’t necessarily mind your company. Which is true. Technically, we’re more than friends, and I don’t mind your company if anything I adore it.”

Deceit chuckled.

“You don’t have to defend lies when you’re talking to me. Literally, up until today, the other sides knew me as Deceit.”

Logan shrugged and rolled over so that he was now facing Deceit. Logan shoved his face into the crook of Deceit’s neck. Deceit rolled his eyes.

“Hey, Dee? Do yo-”

Remus had barged into Deceit’s room, only to find the two brain cells, as the fanders deemed them, intertwined and cuddling.

“I see you’re busy. I’ll come back later.”

Remus shut the door and walked away.

“Will he tell the others?!”

Logan looked up to his boyfriend with big doe eyes, Deceit almost died then and there.

“No, even if he does the other’s would take it as him being the cursed… thing that he is.”

From a bit away, the two heard Remus yell.

“Wear protection!”

Logan’s face lit up a bright cherry hue and he froze. Deceit laughed and rolled his eyes. Logan shoved his face back into the crook of Deceit’s neck, and Deceit could feel the heat radiating off of Logan’s face.

Deceit kissed the top of Logan’s head, and he used the arm that wasn’t around his partner's waist to play with Logan’s hair. Deceit felt Logan relax, and soon Logan started drifting off.

When Logan woke up, he was on his bed. He frowned and looked around for his python partner, but Deceit was nowhere to be found. He got up and went to brush his teeth, but then he noticed a familiar yellow hoodie on his nightstand. It was neatly folded and had a note on top.

“Sorry I had to drop you off, but we wouldn’t want Remus to think we did anything besides cuddling. Since you couldn’t wake up next to me, why not wake up next to my hoodie? Eh, sorry that was bad, but I’m writing this with a quill because that’s all I have in my room, plus it looks cool.

~ Your Boa Boyfriend (Sorry again, couldn’t help myself.)

Janus”

Logan laughed at the note. He unfolded the hoodie and put it on. Despite all the sides being relatively the same height, the hoodie was a little big on Logan, even though it seemed to fit Deceit perfectly.

Anyway, when Logan walked out into the kitchen wearing a yellow hoodie, especially after siding with Deceit, the only side who wears yellow, they had even more questions. Logan just shrugged at all of them and ignored them.

It’s safe to assume that those little flirty waves that Deceit does, those really work on Logan.

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kokkomelon · 4 years

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( i’m so so sorry for my horrible english, i swear i tried my best, feel free to correct me, obviously with respect)

ok I was philosophizing a lot about Catras redemption and I realized something super important that I think many people don't understand.

First, Catra is mentally ill and I think that is already quite clear, her entire past and present was full of abuse and that makes her behave as she did before S5. A clear example of the cycle of abuse. Catra was only looking for acceptance. Her main goal was not The Horde to win because they were good, she wanted to make people see (and Adora) that she did have value and that that is why people loved her. And this is very clear in all the situations where she says "I am important to you, you need me" (which in the end neither Hordak nor Horde Prime give her its entirety but thats another topic to talk later lol). if you think about it, she does not look for that acceptance from people like her, she wanted acceptance from people with power or higher rank. Catra treated everyone badly and that can be seen very clearly with Scorpia, someone who treated her well but still received screams and mistreatment from Catra. I feel that, until a moment, you can empathize with Catra's situation, but even so, a moment does come when she crosses the line and we even see that Scorpia herself leaves her saying that she is a bad friend. Completely understandable, if a person doesn't treat you well, stay away. That Catra was abused and had trauma completely exonerated her from treating people well? No. There will always come a point where it is too much.

i feel that the key point of Catra's redemption is when she hits bottom thanks to Double Trouble and I think we all believe that, but I see it differently. Catra was aware of her problems but like almost every mentally ill person she did not want to accept it or simply did not want to be aware of it, until Double Trouble only confirms her what was wrong with her. Many say that he tells him that everything is her guilt and there she realizes. But I think what Double Trouble makes her understand is that she will never win the acceptance she wants if she doesn't change her attitude. He makes her realize that the acceptance that ,partially, gave her Hordak and that later gives her Horde Prime is not what she is really looking for (acceptance of horde prime is purely for convenience and she realizes it later) and that if she doesn’t change she will never get "to feel loved, useful and accepted." As we saw with Scorpia and Adora.

In the case of Adora, she did repeat over and over that she wanted to help her and that she was going to be there for her, but obviously if you are already trying to help someone who is sick and they don't want to, you can't do anything and it becomes even worst for you. Imagine that your partner has depression, and you are constantly offering help and tell him how much you care, but this person, due to his mental condition, does not accept it and after many attempts he does not want to improve. Well, it tires and becomes toxic. This is why Adora tells her "you have already made your decision" and then on s5 tells her that if she no longer wants to see her again, she can tell her and she will accept it. All this because the last step to overcome a mental illness is to want and accept to receive help and really try it, the last step must be taken by you. Having Double Trouble say "you drive them away wild cat" not only exposes the fact that Catra's actions hurt others but also that if she do not think to change no one will accept her. Because people were there for her and she kept wanting to accomplish her goal. Because she realized the acceptance she can get from Hordak was not going to be enough or what really makes her happy. And this is emphasized again with Horde Prime. ( i know i’m talking about two different periods of time or chapters but i hope it is understandable). She not only realizes that he uses her only as long as she serves him, but that even if she achieves her goal of being accepted and appreciated by Horde Prime, it will not be enough and it will not be what makes her happy. So she decides to change, and yet changing is a long way. We see her again at each relapse, when they show us how she almost has a panic attack when she sees Entrapta, or when she runs away again because “i don’t matter”. For Catra to overcome her trauma is a very long road and that is why I think it is so deep and so sad.

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papers4me · 4 years

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Fruits Basket, SE02, Ep23

Love is in the air is the theme of this ep! All kinds of luv~ for everybody!~ kyo/tohru (main), yuki/machi(new!!), rin/haru(on going), Arisa/Kureno (dead-end?), hiro/kisa (babies to luvers...), hana/tohru/arisa (sisters love!) yuki/kakeru (friendship), momiji/tohru (cutest friendship!) kyo/haru (underrated friendship), hana/kyo/arisa (living to tease*torment* you friendship!XD), kyo/kazuma (parental love!), Haru/kisa (big brother care), yuki’s fanclub (toxic love), hana/food (OTP). What an ep!! One of a kind where you start off crying of laughter & end up crying from broken heart!

-Arisa’s second outburst:

The best thing abt this play is that you can’t tell if they’re following a script or not for the most part. XD, However, for some it IS clear when they bring in their personal feelings. Arisa was fine acting her role with improvised jokes on kyo’s expense. However, due to kyo’s refusal to meet the princess, she got angry to the point of screaming in front of the whole school & visitors? The outburst was treated seriously with climatic music, audience reaction, fellow actors surprise & narrator-san pointing out it IS personal & not scripted. But afterwards arisa is fine. Even though I’m not into love at first sight, I acknowledge it exists in fiction & in reality. No problem. But the extreme intensity of kureno/Arisa’s love is higher than everybody’s without enough basis from those two meetings they had before... Sure, she can fall in love with him, wish him to meet her.. but her outburst is too much, too painful, too heartbreaking. However if you look at her outburst as a plot device to get kureno involved once again & complicate things, bingo, you get why it was planted there. Momiji’s footage will reach him. cool. but too forced in my opinion.. everything abt their interaction is too forced, from her first outburst at his few words that got her to cry her heart out & leave the restaurant & get nearly kissed on the lips to her second outburst in front of the entire school. Arisa likes ppl who are tohru-like. The narrative hints that kureno is tohru-like. First, his clumsiness, second? being content with his unjust life? what is tohru-like abt him so far that gets arisa to scream her heart out? I’m sure we’ll see more of his tohru-like qualities. but so far, it comes across too forced for me.

-Machi SEES the real yuki:

It seems that the confirmation that any female is heading to yuki’s heart is to be bullied by yuki’s fans. lol. Machi not seeing yuki as a prince is her unique thing. Everybody including tohru see him as a prince & put him in a pedestal. In the play yuki descended from the sky, emerged from underground, said deep lines & glowed. Yet, machi saw thro the acting. I was cheering for yuki to step in & put these toxic girls at their place. Machi can be saved by kakeru’s indirect plan, sure, but this toxic behavior has been going since ep1. tohru was saved from them by hana & arisa. Bullying is always used as a plot device in furuba & unfortunately a comedic gag (there’s an entire ep dedicated for the fanclub). Sure furuba isn’t going to fix every issue or even provide solutions. It can’t. it shouldn’t. bullying is one hell of hard issue to solve. furuba wants to use bullying for plot. no problem. but also decides to comment on it quickly? yuki & kakeru’s argument abt the proper reaction towards bullying with each one of them taking an opposite opinion while machi herself is being bullied behind them felt too philosophical & untimely. Only for all this to end with a gag. Yuki is stuck paying the consequence cuz they’re his fans?.. ok. I’d love if the entire scene didn’t involve this argument. For example, yuki finding the girls, him listening to machi’s opinion abt him, him about to step in & defend her, then kakeru makes a prank abt photo-session with yuki, unknowingly saving the situation. Cuz the whole point of the scene is for yuki to know machi is different & sees the real him! Not that I hate how things played out, it is just furuba’s treatment of the issue of bullying is always weird to me. Similar to its treatment of violence, sometimes it’s serious, sometimes it’s comedy.

-Tohru’s best visual presentation ( show-NOT-tell): YES!

I’ve complained plenty abt furuba not treating tohru with enough visual presentation when it comes to hints for her issues or thoughts. but NOT today! This ep is tohru’s heaven! Tohru was torn apart between too many things & she didn’t inner monologue abt anything, YET, the visual imagery was enough to talk in her behalf!!! They showed tohru’s reaction to arisa, they showed tohru noticing haru/rin connection, they showed tohru react to Hana’s words without showing any of her inner thoughts & it works 100%. I’m so satisfied with this kind of treatment. You can show tons of silent emotions & trust the audience to make the correct conclusions without making your character spoon feed the audience on what they’re feeling. Hana’s “ do you plan to keep on deceiving yourself, locked in the castle, until you die?” is too close for comfort! it triggered kyo to react & say exactly his reasoning behind his decision without bringing the real world “ So what if I do? Does it hurt anyone else?” Kyo is sick of believing that he’s causing harm to his loved ones (mother, father, kazuma, kyoko, tohru). He agrees to be locked till death cuz this way no one will be harmed. ONLY him. he thinks he DESERVE it for existing & causing harm to these same ppl. His response prompts tohru to forget herself & react. What did tohru say? ( you are loved? you need to live? don’t hurt yourself? ) NO. It is NOT abt kyo. it IS abt HER!!! It is the (true form ) scene again but this time symbolically with 10 times harsher consequences!!! kyo’s true form’s final scene is NOT abt kyo deciding to stay, it IS abt tohru saying what she wants. That day tohru talked abt HERSELF. “ I want to listen to your complaints cuz u listened to me”. “ I want us to stay together” By demanding things & acknowledging herself, she got kyo to come back. This time, too, she react cuz SHE wants kyo to stay. “ I wouldn’t..” It is ME. I’ll be hurt if you’re locked. it is abt ME. I need you. I want you. I’m too scared to loose you. You’ve been my true support for long time now. Don’t Leave me, too!!!. Tohru stops herself cuz tohru doesn’t allow herself to want things or even acknowledge that she is worthy of things!! Just focus on her dialogue with others “ if I’m not troubling you, it is forward of me, please allow me” she’s talking to her friends! tohru has the lowest self esteem in furuba!

-Kyo, being an expert on reading tohru, knew the rest of the line. Kyo notices she’s in love with him. but again sinners don;t deserve love! You can’t love monsters? you’ll end up hurt!! hello!! tohru bled in the true form ep. he can’t hurt her again!!! NO way!! Enough causing her pain & tears. “ I wont take anything away from you again” he said in ep, 9. So, kyo forces himself to NOT see the truth. Forces his eyes to close tight. He’s an expert on that. Last ep, his eyes were forced to open to the reality that he doesn’t really hate yuki, but hates himself. Now, you want him to un-hate himself a little & acknowledge tohru’s love? if he did, where will it lead to? they’ll both confess & live together without him telling her abt kyoko?? that’s deceit! Him telling her abt kyko? she won’t forgive him, she’ll hate him! it is better to leave with happy memories than leave after causing tohru harm. Heck! tohru forgiving him or not IS not the issue, at all. the issue is HIM. he can’t forgive himself. he’s unforgivable!

-The most tragic Foreshadowing: (Symbolism DONE Right!)

They meet after the semi-confession, things are not the same anymore! they try to awkwardly get back to normal. Kyo says “ it couldn’t be, (I won’t let my self think it)” we know why. tohru says “ I wont (let my self think it)” WHY?!!! what is the show hiding for tohru? we know kyo’s issue. it is the BEST untold issue!! but tohru? What is stopping her more than her denying herself? it gotta be convincing & deep. otherwise, the writer would ruin the best complicated emotional dilemma that she is building her climax on! I know I’ll like what’s in store for tohru. No way such writer will miss on this. This will be EPIC. The tear between them is one of furuba’s greatest visual symbolism. One image only causing enough heartache to balance & take away the laughter from the entire ep!! One image leaving you with a punch in the gut. leaving you frustrated as to “Nooooooo~ stop! get back together”. I’m not usually into romance as I’m not a romantic person, but furuba has weaved this tale of emotionally abused children with traumatic experiences & tied them together with faint romantic direction & one of the best slow burns in anime! steadily building up their romantic connection without making it forced or in your face or apparent. I still can’t pinpoint when it first happened! Well-done writer & anime team. 10/10 scene!

Side Notes:

Narrator-san is the BEST! He kept everybody in check! & did it in style!

I’d like to thank the director for bringing their A+ animators to this ep! Kyo mostly looks hot & handsome but not HD, but there’s this kyo animator that kills the kyo animation!! kyo’d have three long strands of hair on his nose & his eyes would have more light animation than the mono-light. You can TELL the eps they bring this animator on! (such as Se01,Ep5, kagura ep, etc. ) & tohru!!!! my girl was done right!!!! no weird animation, no extra small baby hands, no shoulders that start around chest area, no bangs that are drawn like they suddenly ran out of brown ink mid coloring! lol. yuki is pretty & HD in every ep & so is hana!!

Hana is the prettiest furuba character hands down!

Let’s be honest, yuki could’ve said 1+1=2 & the school would’ve celebrated his wisdom! XD. I kinda wish he’d deliberately say sth stupid jst for the heck of it. part of breaking the perfect yuki image. XD.

The opening gag of the men ogling kisa is the most unnecessary scene in furuba, eww~ Not funny!

why is every character MUST be part of romantic couple in furuba? Even children? & they have their own mini love complications with jealousy & misunderstanding, pinning & all. lol

Kazuma. that’s it. that’s the note.

Hana was mocking fiction tropes (animosity in families, traditions pressuring youth, helpless heroine, love at first sight! XD, romance for romance, happily ever after romance, main male protagonist loving main female protg, magical beings saving the day). Best play ever!

why does it feel like kyo just came from war? XD. He was in last ep. perhaps cuz he was absent for most of the season after kagura’s ep, with cameos here & there, few lines & not much focus. But they made up for it & brought his face expressions game up! from annoyed, cat ears, love struck, teased, blushing, a white cartoon-ish cat with an orange cat inside his mouth, shirtless hot, childish jealousy for his papa, his fangs, his cat reflexes. Name it & you bet there’s a kyo face for it. XD.

Speaking of funny faces, prince yuki got one today! all thanks to machi. that’s what I call women power! XD.

What is this weird skin-colored thingi? school mascot?

I love that hiro is questioning the play. XD

momiji is back, I feel that it’s been long as I last saw him!

haru is hot. Haru is kind.

I love the small awkward tension between kyo/tohru as they met after the play, tohru’s faint sweat drops as she does her closed eyes smile & kyo’s sweat drop as he takes the food from her & talks abt shisho.

Shisho & kyo mini manga. is it published yet?

kyo & hana’s interactions are life!!!! XD.

Ayame deserves praise! costumes on point!!

Hana wins the one liners game. sorry haru, XD.

You know it is serious when kyo monologues! I used to think, it happens ONCE a season (ture form SE01,Ep24, akito confrontation, SE02,Ep,9)!! but he got one or two inner monologues lines today, if you count him repeating tohru’s line! Sh*t is going down! Will I hear more before the season ends???!! or will the honor goes to tohru?!! I can’t even imagine what’ll happen next!!!!

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