#One reason to stay alive until 2025

[strawberrylemonadesoda]

WE HAVE A NAME! WE HAVE A NAME!

Me right now:

Varang 😮

Miles...? 😯😯

LYLE?? THAT YOU?? 😲😲😲

Visual concepts shown today at D23 Expo.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Headcanon/Preference # 37

Gifs NOT mine.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

So yeah I totally killed the reader off in this one... Wanted this one to be angsty. Enjoy.

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• Obi-wan Kenobi •

• Obi-wan knew he shouldn't have let you join him on this particular mission.

• He knew something was off about this mission, he had sensed it in the Force.

• But he'd let you join regardless, and now you lay at his feet, bleeding out.

• He quickly dispatched of the enemy, and pulled you into his arms.

• "My love stay with me, you're going to be okay."

• He cradled your head in his free hand, trying desperately to assure you that everything will be okay.

• While also trying to fool himself into thinking you'll be able to pull through.

• As your breathing turned shallow, he kissed your forehead, smiling through the pain.

• He needed to be strong for you.

• And as your eyes fluttered closed, and your chest stilled, Obi-wan felt as if a part of himself had died with you.

• Only then did he allow himself to cry, and Obi-wan Kenobi was never the same.

• Becoming a shell of the man he once was, he eventually leaves the Jedi and roams the galaxy, feeling utterly lost without you by his side.

• Anikin Skywalker •

• Anikin thought he could protect you from anything.

• His one truest love, the one person he would have done anything for.

• This is the most dramatic turn of events for Anikin, the moment when he gave into the dark side.

• Cradling your lifeless body in his arms, Anikin screamed and cried.

• "You can't leave me (Y/n), you can't!"

• And with the aggressive flick of his wrist, he killed those that had taken you from him.

• He was merciless, unforgiving, and beyond angry.

• Anikin felt as if he'd died alongside you, and in many ways he did.

• Alone he laid you to rest.

• His once beautiful blue eyes turned to yellow as he watched you disappear from his life.

• Anikin felt as if your blood was on his hands, as if he failed to protect you.

• He also felt as if he failed you, because if you hadn't loved him as deeply as you did, maybe then you wouldn't have given your life for his.

• The day you died, was the very same day Darth Vader was born.

• Qui-Gon Jinn •

• Qui-Gon knew he shouldn't have grown attached to you, he knew it wouldn't end well.

• The rules about attachments, about love, were in place for this very reason.

• Quickly he took care of the man that had fatally wounded you, and held you close.

• Try as he might with the help of the force he attempted to heal your wounds, unable to do so he tried his best to be strong for you.

• He pecked your lips, and brushed back your hair.

• "You're going to be alright darling, just breath. That's it, just keep breathing."

• His hands shook as he placed his free hand over your wound, trying weakly to stop the bleeding.

• Again he tried using the Force to at least try to ease your pain, to make this easier for you.

• "Just relax my darling, we'll see eachother again."

• Qui-Gon promised you with a weak smile, his heart breaking at the sight of your own equally weak smile.

• His heart breaking further as he felt your breathing slow down considerably, the light in your eyes fading with every shallow breath.

• If there was anything Qui-Gon was grateful for, it was getting to hold you in his arms one last time.

• Darth Maul •

• Maul was foolish enough to think you were untouchable, that you were both untouchable.

• And his world crashed around him as you collapsed to the ground.

• Maul thought he knew pain, but all that he's been through, all that he's done. It was nothing compared to losing you.

• "You'll pay for this!"

• Maul growled at the man that was daring enough to hurt you.

• Ruthlessly he slashed at the man, cutting him limb from limb, and keeping him alive until he was satisfied.

• His rage blinded him, and only subsidied when he heard you wheezing in pain.

• "(Y/n) my star."

• Without another thought he dropped his saber, and rushed to your side, cradling you against his chest.

• He was unfazed by your blood seeping into his robes, firmly placing his hand against your wound, desperately trying to at least slow the bleeding.

• "I'll find you again my star, nothing can keep me from you, nothing."

• Maul promised as he rest his forehead against your own, the connection between you both through the Force, assuring him that he could keep that promise.

• He also swore to take down anyone and everyone that was involved in your demise, whoever that man worked for was as good as dead, and anyone else Maul deemed guilty.

• Maul will destroy worlds to avenge you if he must.

• He kept his eyes locked with yours as you slowly slipped away, his hearts thundering with heartache.

• "We will be together again."

• Maul promised before you gave your final breath, a rage filled scream escaping him as you died.

• And all who knew of Darth Maul, learned that after your demise, the Sith could be far crueler, far darker than he had been when you were still alive.

• Maul eventually turns to the traditions of the Zabrak, and finds a way to reunite with you through the magick of his people.

• It isn't enough, and it'll never be enough, because it is simply a ghost of you.

• But until his demise it is all he can manage, and he will accept that while he cannot hold you anymore, he can at least still see you and speak with you.

• Feral Opress •

• Feral is heartbroken beyond belief.

• You were the only truly good thing in his life, you were his and he was yours.

• Savage had witnessed the whole thing unfold, and for the sake of his brother, he struck down the man that dared to harm you.

• Feral wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on instinct, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.

• You had once said laying in his embrace was your favorite thing, the thing that brought you the most comfort.

• And he knew that's all he could do for you, comfort you as you slowly succumbed to your wounds.

• "Sh sh my sweet, just relax, I'm here, I've got you."

• He brushed your hair back in a soothing way, ignoring how much it hurt him to feel your blood painting his skin.

• He peppered kisses across your paling face, his hearts breaking with every kiss.

• You giggled in a pitiful way, coughing a moment later, blood oozed from your mouth.

• And Feral, delicately, lovingly wiped it away.

• "It's okay my sweet, look at me."

• His lip quivered a little as your glossy eyes peered into his own.

• "I love you, don't you ever forget that."

• He pecked your lips, tears escaping him when your final breath wheezed out from your lungs.

• Savage Opress •

• Savage instantly saw red, his hearts filled with rage, and regret.

• He ripped the man who hurt you limb from limb with his bare hands. The man's blood only cooling his temper a little.

• Dropping the carcass carelessly to the ground, he rushed back to your side, and as gently as he could he picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

• With you in his arms, Savage walked carefully across the tundra of the desolate planet you were on, unable, unwilling to just leave you on this wasteland of a planet.

• "Oh little one, my sweet stupid girl. You should have just let me handle him."

• He meant well, he really did. But he was hurt that you would do something so reckless, so selfless.

• You had once promised him forever.

• You giggled weakly, reaching up to caress his handsome face. And Savage melted into your touch.

• His hearts broke, knowing he couldn't save you, not this time.

• His blazing eyes locked onto your pale face, he wanted to commit your face to memory, despite the fact that he already has every part of you committed to memory.

• "I'll see you again little one, through the magick, the Force, I will see you again."

• He promised as he cradled you close, the chill of your skin finally breaking his resolve.

• Savage cried as he held you close, falling to his knees as you struggled to breathe.

• He grew darker that day, much darker. Swearing to fight to the bitter end, until he could be reunited with you once more.

• Kylo Ren •

• The moment you collapsed before his eyes, Kylo felt as if he would die alongside you.

• With a rage filled cry, Kylo cut down the man that hurt you, and threw the rest over a nearby cliff with the Force.

• He fell to his knees beside you, watching helplessly as your blood stained the snow around you.

• "Starlight what have you done?"

• He breathed out as he pulled you into his arms, tears of heartache and rage streaming down his face, his helmet long since abandoned.

• "I couldn't- couldn't let you get hurt."

• You had wheezed out, desperately clutching the deep gash at your side. Kylo's hand rest over yours, desperately hoping to stop the bleeding.

• "I can't live without you."

• Kylo whispered in a broken voice, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

• He squeezed you tighter, as you grew colder and colder in his arms.

• "Don't leave me, please, I can't go on without you."

• Kylo shook in his sorrow and rage, as your breathing became shallow.

• Despite the fact that you were literally dying, you still tried to comfort him, brushing his hair back weakly, your blood staining his pale skin.

• This only served to break his heart further, how can he possibly go on without you?

• Kylo is the most likely to rage an all out war, in hopes of getting himself killed so he could be reunited with you.

• But that's not to say he won't fight to the bitter end.

• Armitage Hux •

• It took everything in Armitage to stay standing, to not collapse and cradle you in his arms.

• If he had done so, he knew your sacrifice would have been in vain.

• But the moment the man is killed by his troopers, he's falling to his knees and pulling you into his arms.

• "GET A MEDICAL DROID NOW!"

• He barks at his men, who rush to follow out his order.

• But it's too late, your once bright eyes are dull and lifeless, having died on impact.

• That doesn't stop Armitage from deluding himself into thinking you'll be okay.

• He's crying, and begging you to wake up, but you don't respond to any of his attempts to stir you.

• "Please angel, wake up, come on."

• He's shaking you, kissing you, and eventually in his desperation he's beating on your chest in an attempt to get your heart pumping again.

• By the time a medical droid comes, he refuses to let you go. His troopers eventually have to tear him away from your body.

• He's kicking and screaming, red in the face as he fights them. But it's no good, they are to strong.

• Armitage has to control himself during your funeral, every instinct in him screaming to not let you go, to fight to bring you back.

• He is much harsher after this, starting arguments more and more with Kylo, and taking every ounce of pain when Kylo throws him across the room with the Force, as if he deserves to be punished.

• He's even trying to goad Kylo into killing him, but the man has a little more restraint than the General had thought.

• Armitage is the most likely to give into his dark depressive thoughts, and take his own life.

• His final thoughts are of you and you alone.

• General Grievous •

• You were his most prized "possession" so to speak, nothing in all of the galaxy meant as much to Grievous as you did.

• "My treasure, no you can't do this, you can't leave me I forbid it!"

• He's killed the man before you even hit the ground, where you lay for mere moments before he's cradling you in his arms.

• He's gentle with you, as he quite literally sprints you to the nearest medical bay.

• "Get out all of you!"

• He barks at the droids, not trusting them to fix what cannot be undone. Certain that he'll be able to save you.

• He's frantic in his attempts to patch you up, almost unaware of the way you gently touch his arm.

• Grievous froze in an instant when you weakly called out his name, his attention now solely on your face, cupping your hand in two of his.

• "What do you need treasure?"

• He asked in a soft voice, ignoring how his voice shook with emotion.

• You simply smiled at him, as if taking in the sight of him was all you cared about in that moment.

• "I-I lo-ve-"

• You tried croaking out, only for your breath to be stolen as you slipped away, dying before his very eyes, trying to declare your love one last time.

• The very ground shook with his scream of despair and heart retching agony.

• From that moment on he took out every ounce of pain and anger at losing you on anyone he deemed a threat.

• Sometimes even on innocent people, who would unknowingly remind him of you.

• He fought dirty and ruthlessly, uncaring if he would get himself killed, or if he would even succeed.

• Grievous also travelled far and wide across the galaxy in an attempt to find some way to bring you back to life.

• He cared not for whatever it might cost, or what he might have to do, who he would have to kill.

• If there is a way he can bring you back, he'll find a way, not matter how long it takes.

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[monster-disaster]

[orc] Your boss +1

orc!boss x curvy!human!Reader Good to know: mention of sex, nudity

Previously: [orc] your boss [orc] your boss +1

Summary: You spend the last hours of the year with your boss.

A/N: This is my last story for 2024. 🎉 I want to say thank you for all your kind words, reblogs, likes and follows. I hope you will stay with me in 2025 and Happy New Year! 🎆🥳

The air is thick and heavy, carrying the unmistakable scent of sweat and sex. The heady musk clings to your damp skin, filling your senses with every breath as a reminder of what just happened. Your legs, still sprawled wide and nestled in the tangled mess of blankets, tremble uncontrollably with the fading echoes of your climax. Every inch of your body is alive, tingling as if each nerve ending has been set ablaze. You feel raw and overwhelmed. Your chest rises and falls in shaky, shallow breaths. Each inhale catches slightly as you try to steady yourself and the still thrumming beat of your heart.

“Are you alive?” The orc’s deep, gravelly voice rolls through the quiet room. The deep rumble wraps around you like a blanket, sinking against your every curve and making you quiver all over again.

“Barely,” you murmur, letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

Your gaze follows his towering, muscular form as he crosses the room. He is bare under the dim light of the city that filters through the large windows. The amber glow illuminates the hard plates of his board chest and every powerful line of his body. His cock, soft and spent, bobs between his thighs with each step he takes, and you can't help but stare.

"A picture would last longer," he teases with a lopsided grin.

When he climbs back onto the bed, the mattress dips under his weight. There is wet cloth in his hand, and you shiver even before you feel it. He leans forward, lowering the rag toward your still-sensitive heat. The soft press of the fabric against your tender skin is overwhelming, and a cry slips from your lips as your hips jerk, arching into his hand.

“Hey!” you exclaim, but the orc only leans over. His rough lips find their path across your chest. His mouth trails slowly between your breasts as he works his way up until he finally meets yours in a slow, calming kiss.

"Maybe there’s another round in you?" he teases.

“Oh, no way,” you laugh breathlessly as you push his head away. “One more, and you really will kill me.”

"That would be a tragedy,” the orc sighs with mock regret, his eyes glinting with humor. He gives one last, gentle wipe between your thighs, letting the rag soak up the final remnants of his handiwork, then tosses it aside.

But even as he leans back, his attention doesn’t waver. His eyes roam slowly over your body. He takes in the sight of you, lingering on the peaks of your hard nipples, the rolls of your stomach, and the inviting curve of your hips. His gaze drifts lower to the fullness of your thighs and finally rests on the swollen, glistening flesh between them. He looks at you as if you are the finest work of art he’s ever laid eyes on, and he can't wait to worship you again. Your heart races under the intensity of his admiration, and every inch of your skin tingles.

"I will never let you go out of my bed," he murmurs, settling down beside you. His firm, solid frame presses against your side, his legs tangling with yours, and in one smooth motion, he rolls you gently into his arms, cradling you against his chest. His large hand slides down to your backside, and you can feel the roughness of his fingertips as they caress the tender skin there. He draws slow circles over the skin he spanked not long ago.

“How will I work then?” you ask, snuggling closer and pressing your face against him. The hair covering his chest is soft under your still-flushed cheek.

“Why would you do that?” the orc grumbles.

“How else would you see me in my skirts all day?” you reason with a mischievous smile creeping onto your lips.

He pauses, considering, then lets out a deep, thoughtful sigh. “Ah, yes. Those tight skirts of yours…” His hand stops its gentle caresses as if he's deep in contemplation, and then, a grin spreads across his face. “Fine. You can keep being my assistant."

"Good," you say, laughing softly as his arms hold you just a little tighter.

For a long while, neither of you speak. You simply bask in the warmth of his body and the steady rise and fall of his chest under you. His hand, ever so gentle, continues its slow exploration. First, it drifts down to your bottom, then glides up across your spine in smooth, lingering strokes.

Time seems to stretch, the world outside fading away as the two of you exist in this calm, content bubble.

Then, the night sky suddenly bursts into life. The distant crackle of fireworks fills the air, followed by bright flashes of color that illuminate the room. You both turn toward the window, where the dark sky is set ablaze with brilliant hues. Blues, reds, and golds explode above the buildings, lighting up the night before fading into the darkness just as quickly as they appeared.

"It's midnight," you hum softly, the words slipping out in a whisper as you gaze out at the fading fireworks.

"Hm," the orc murmurs in response, shifting you slightly in his arms just enough to look down at you. "Happy New Year."

You crane your neck, your breath mingling with his as you whisper, "Happy New Year." The words fan over his lips before they meet them in a deep, all-consuming kiss.

[miyseilish]

Miles hcs friends to lovers

pairings : m.morales x reader

type of shipping : platonic to lovers

a/n : just a late night doodle before my speech tmrw ugh

When you guys first met, his friend crush on you was HEAVY.

I mean like, it was so big that he couldn’t even explain it well to ganke without him just telling miles he had a crush on you!

Everyday when you’d pass by his locker he would stop whatever he was doing just to look at you.

He noticed everything, new hairstyle? He is the first to compliment you. New clothes? Already asking where you got it from. New shoes? He is already finding the same pair online so you two can match.

When you guys become friends he always say next to you in class. If the teacher gave yall a survey on who to sit with he would put you and list down every reason.

Always enjoys calling you, he would never let there be one bored moment in your life without him calling you.

Texting you past midnight is one of his favorite things, even if he is tired he would still stay up until you’re tired.

When you guys fall asleep on the phone he prefers when you sleep with your microphone on so he can know you’re still alive.

You had a feeling he liked you but thought he was that nice to everyone. You got so mixed up in his confused signs you eventually had enough and asked him to stop.

When he finally admit he liked you that same moment you told him you liked him back but had to make it seem less harsh from when you told him to stop sending mixed signals.

Once you two were together you could never stay away from each other. Teachers and classmates always asking one of you where the other is.

Friends to lovers is always the cutest trope, and with Miles being friends and lovers with him fills your heart.

miyseilish 2025 - don’t copy, repost paraphrase or steal any of my work without my consent!!

[gege-wondering-around]

Masterlist + open prompt + news (6/2025)

Teen Wolf - Sterek

I'm glad you are alive | E | completed | 140k

the one where Derek and Stiles shares stories, dig up old traumas, patch up wounds and works through it all to make their new relationship works.

Changing months | E | completed | 26k

Derek couldn't handle the month that took away his family once, and he can't handle it when it comes again despite the better condition Stiles helped him reach.

The Emissary Deer | E | completed | 10k

Stiles wanted nothing more than to be in Derek's tribe after he had seen a black wolf in the woods once and he'd be more than capable to enter the alpha's pack by any means necessary, without much regard for what it would mean for his body.

The Memory Book | M | completed | 5.4k

When Stiles found out he had the same illness of his mother, there wasn't much else to do other than accept it, but Derek was right there by his side, staying with him till his last breathe.

Our Unsustainable Weight | E | completed | 6k

Derek is gone, Stiles and Eli ends up together as father and son because of their mutual loss. Although, not all hope has to be lost.

Rightfully Belonging | M | completed | 6.1k | Penny Prompt col.

Stiles has to come to terms with how Scott is treating him. Derek is there to show him the right way and to put together a heart he never broke in the first place.

Matryoshka(s) | E | completed | 24k

Stiles wants to avenge his father's death by the hand of a woman called Jennifer. To do he has to get close to someone else in the Russian mafia: Derek Hale.

A Bed's Blessing | E | completed | 6.2k | Penny Prompt col.

The recent nightmare that stole Stiles of his sleep and gave him shivers made him realize he had enough of a bed that wouldn't allow him to sleep even once, so he decides to do something about it. Derek, after the other's choice, has a surprise to unwrap at home and a bed to share.

Christmas Tape | T | completed | 1.7k

Stiles has a fun gift for Derek this Christmas and it gets both to laugh.

Pick Me Up When Our Eyes Meet | E | completed | 16.4k | Penny Prompt col.

When Derek gets the chance to save Stiles from the Nogitsune, he doesn't think twice about trying to rescue him by sharing their minds, but he doesn't really think through the consequences of what he'd end up doing for his packmate.

Antlers&Fangs | M | completed | 5k | Penny Prompt col.

Stiles decided that following a mysterious woman with antlers in the wood is a good idea, until he finds out that it might be the best thing he had ever decided to do.

Devil May Cry

Stronger | E | completed | 14.5k

After a decade of torture, Vergil has to confront not only the scars and marks Mundus has left on him, but also the reason behind his endless pursuit of power, all while protecting those he had admitted to care for.

The Sparda Family Chronicles | Collection

Small stories about the Sparda family.

I'll update this anytime something comes out, plus i just wanted to see the list so far just to boost myself up for writing more✨️

[thecheshireprincess]

Princess of Diamonds Masterlist

First Published: 3/25/2025

Last Updated: 3/25/2025

Next Update: 5/26/2025

An Alice in Borderland five part mini-series

Dad!Kuzuryu x Daughter!Reader

Find the original blurb I posted about this here!

The worst day of your life is the one that your parents announce their impending divorce, marking the end of what you'd always revered as the most beautiful and healthy marriage. Nothing is ever as it seems.

Two months later, you have a new worst day of your life when your Dad goes missing while away on a business trip. Despite extensive search efforts, he remains nowhere to be found. No body is ever recovered, and people urge you to hold on to hope. But deep down, you know he wouldn’t have left you if he were able to return. Nothing is ever as it seems.

A month after that, you have yet another new worst day of your life when you find your mother and her suicide note. It seems you were right all along, nothing is ever as it seems.

You spend three months on your own, dragging yourself through the motions of day-to-day life a shattered shell of a human, completely numb. It's then that you're brought to Borderland - a dream come true for someone like you. You have no one left, nothing to return to the original world for; why not stay for as long as you can?

That is, until you find yourself at The Beach, a self-proclaimed utopia built and led by a madman and populated by even crazier citizens. It's there that you're confronted with an impossible reality, your father, the one you thought was dead, is alive. Nothing is ever as it seems.

What's even worse is that somehow, the true worst day of your life hasn't even been lived yet. How will you handle it when it comes?

Will you eventually uncover the answers you're looking for, win the game, and secure your place in Borderland forever? Or will you discover a reason to seek a new life in the world you once knew, despite all the loss you've endured?

[I]

[yuta-nakamots]

Quiet Down - N.Jaemin (Teaser)

Pairing - University!Jaemin x University!Female Reader

Genre - Fluff, Action/Thriller

Warnings - paranoia (stalking, gaslighting, invasion of privacy, romantic obsession, borderline Stockholm syndrome will be included in the full fic)

Summary - You live alone, finding comfort in your Thursday night rituals, until you notice a mysterious figure watching you from across the street. As you confide in your classmate Jaemin, strange occurrences begin, and soon you realize an unsettling truth. 

Teaser Word Count - 1.0k

Estimated Release Date - June 17, 2025

Author’s Note - This fic is dark. Not quite dead dove do not eat but it definitely is not for the faint of heart. The dove is there and I’m not sure it’s alive. That’s the best way I can put it.

Taglist - @cinneorolls @dinonuguaegi @tinyzen @fancypeacepersona (leave a comment or send an ask to be added!)

Written for the What Lurks In The Dark Collab originally hosted by @127-mile. Part of my NCT Dream: Seven Days Collection.

Now playing: Quiet Down - NCT Dream, Psycho - Red Velvet 

Your apartment was small, tucked five floors above a convenience store that stayed open later than most places downtown. You liked it for the quiet, something rare in a city that only ever paused, never truly slept. You’re a psychology major, halfway through your degree, yet you were still unsure if choosing this path was more for your curiosity or your craving for control. You used to say you picked it because you wanted to help people understand themselves. But really, you think it’s because you’ve always wanted to know why people do the things they do, why silence sometimes says more than words, why people break patterns for no reason, or why your hands sometimes shake when there’s nothing to be afraid of. 

Your days were predictable. Lecture in the morning, campus café for a few hours where you liked watching people come and go, then lab or library sessions depending on the day, and the occasional group project that you mostly carried on your own. 

But Thursdays were yours. It was the one night of the week you didn’t stay out late or wander the city. After your evening class, you went straight home. You had a routine of making a cup of tea, turning on the little lamp in your living room, and sitting by the window. You’d always rest your head against the cool glass of the window and just look. You’d watch the world go still, one light dimming at a time. 

When you shared this routine of yours during class, your classmates joked about it, calling it your ‘Thursday night therapy,’ but you didn’t argue. Because if anything, it grounded you and kept you from spiraling when your own thoughts got too loud. It was easier to be alone when the city was quiet, easier to breathe when the world outside your window wasn’t watching you back. 

Or so you thought until that fateful Thursday night.  

On this particular Thursday, your tea had gone cold beside you, your notebook lay open on your lap, the page half-filled with notes from that week’s case study. The steam from your tea had long since faded, and the glass of your window was clear and cold beneath your cheek. 

That’s when you saw them. A figure, still and silent, standing in the window of an apartment across the street from you, a few floors up. Their apartment lights were off behind them, just faint enough to let their silhouette bleed through. At first, you thought it was your reflection, until they moved. A slow, deliberate tilt of the head. 

You blinked, sat up straighter. Your eyes adjusted, searching for features, some sign of life or movement that made sense, but they didn’t move again. They just stood there, watching you.

You stayed frozen for a long moment, unsure if you should do something, like hide or maybe even wave at them, or if you should do anything at all. Then a car passed below, headlights flashing between buildings, and the figure vanished. Gone like a mirage.

You laughed to yourself nervously. Maybe it was a trick of the light, a shadow of someone stepping in and out of view without realizing it. You didn’t think much of it as you drew the curtains and went to bed, but you didn’t sleep well that night. 

You didn’t tell anyone about the incident right away. It felt…silly. Unprovable. Like one of those half-dreams you can’t quite explain when you wake up, but it leaves you unsettled anyway. You tried to write it off as your imagination, a late-night hallucination brought on by exhaustion and too many articles on observer bias. 

By Monday, the memory had softened around the edges, dulled by routine and caffeine. You told yourself it had been nothing. Still, your gaze lingered longer than usual at the windows. Reflections made you jump. You started sitting with your back to the wall in cafés again, an old habit from childhood that you didn’t talk much about. 

Then, during your Tuesday afternoon seminar on abnormal psychology, someone brought up delusions of persecution. It led to a tangent about paranoia in urban environments, how easily it is to think we’re being watched when we’re actually just alone. You don’t know what compelled you to say it. Maybe it was the way the conversation hovered between real and ridiculous, or maybe it was the sleep deprivation talking. 

You spoke before thinking. “Last week, I thought someone was watching me from the building across mine. Just standing there…in the dark. Didn’t move, didn’t do anything.”

A few people laughed, as expected. Someone quipped, “maybe your brain is just projecting loneliness.”

You shrugged, already regretting saying anything, and tried to disappear behind your laptop on the table until another classmate spoke. “That’s how it starts,” Jaemin said from across the room, flipping his pen between his fingers. His tone was light, unreadable. “You notice something once, brush it off. Then it becomes a pattern, impossible to ignore.” Your head lifted, eyes meeting his for the first time that day. Jaemin had always been the type to sit near the edge of the room. He was sharp but soft-spoken and strangely observant. He smiled at you, just barely. “Maybe they were waiting for you to notice.” You blinked, unsure how to respond. 

The professor moved the discussion along, but Jaemin’s words lingered. You kept thinking about them on the walk home. By Wednesday, your rational mind had almost convinced you it had been nothing. Maybe the person living in that apartment had dropped something and was bending to pick it up. You tried to recall exactly when they vanished, if it had really been after the car headlights or if you just looked away too long. You even looked across the street once or twice before bed. Nothing.

Still, you kept the curtains shut at night. Then Thursday approached again.

[sweetdreamsjeff]

The Eternal Life of Jeff Buckley

“He was vibrantly alive, and in his presence, he made you feel that way too. He was insanely funny. He rooted for the underdogs of the world.”

Esther Gould and Eli Gologanova • March 27, 2025

Jeff Buckley’s only studio album and most well-known release, Grace, starts in much the same way his concerts did: with gently-wavering hums. Lulling the audience members away from the semantics of their personal lives and towards his dimly-lit stage, Jeff would quiet the room and make space for the sound of his guitar. Music was always a big part of his life, and people tend to assume his father, Tim Buckley, was responsible—Tim was a well-known folk/rock singer-songwriter who looked strikingly similar to Jeff, so he inevitably drew comparisons—but in reality, the two barely knew each other. “We were born with the same parts but when I sing it’s me,” Jeff told NME shortly after the release of Grace.

We contacted Jessica Liebman, who met Jeff in 1991 through her friend Rebecca Moore (Jeff’s girlfriend at the time). Ms. Liebman, who had never publicly discussed her friendship with Jeff, agreed to share her memories of him. She eloquently attested to his kind nature and enthusiastic demeanor, helping us put together a more cohesive picture of what Buckley’s life was before fame and who he was off stage. Any quotes that lack clear context are from our interview with Ms. Liebman.

Jeffrey Scott Buckley was born on November 17, 1966 in Anaheim, California. He was called Scotty Moorhead by his mother, Mary Guibert, and all others until the age of ten, when Jeff decided to go by his government name. At around this time, his mother and stepfather, Ron Moorhead, divorced. 

Though Jeff shared his looks and surname with his biological father, the two rarely crossed paths. Upon hearing of Mary’s pregnancy, Tim gave her a choice: She could either have an abortion, or a divorce. A month before his birth, Jeff’s parents finalized the split—only one year and two months after their marriage began. Tim left Mary to pursue his own musical career in New York when Jeff was six months old, so 18-year-old Mary was tasked with raising Jeff alone.

Mary held out hope that Tim would make an effort to be present in Jeff’s life, but she was always the one initiating plans. She and baby Jeff met with Tim three times before he turned one, but Tim’s disinterest in their lives continued, demonstrated by his decision to move without telling Mary his new address. When recalling this action, she expressed, “If he ripped my heart out before, this time he spat in the hole.”

Afterwards, it was about seven years until Jeff saw Tim. Once again, Mary was the reason why—she saw one of Tim’s shows being announced in the paper, and drove about an hour with an enthusiastic eight-year-old Jeff to watch it. She stated that “Scotty was in love” and “immediately entranced” by his father’s performance, especially his guitar. He rushed to see Tim after the first set, “clutching” to Mary’s skirt as he waited for his father—someone he barely knew, who still wrongly called him Jeff. However, the child did not care; he sat on his father’s lap for 15 minutes. Jeff said that “[Tim] smiled the whole time. Me too.”

After this experience, Tim’s wife-to-be proposed that Jeff stay with them for a few days, and so he did. It was far less exciting though; Tim rarely spoke to Jeff because he was busy working. Those days constituted Jeff’s final interaction with his father. Two months later, Tim died of an overdose. Jeff was not invited to his funeral, nor was he mentioned in the obituary. Most fans of Tim Buckley didn’t even know he had a biological son.

Jeff would often think of his father after his death. They hardly knew each other, but he was always tied to him. Jeff looked and sounded just like Tim. He insisted that he only “knew him for nine days,” but the public’s impression would never falter. Ms. Liebman recalls spending time with Jeff after one of his shows when “an older woman, clearly a Tim fan, came up to Jeff and said ‘you look just like your father,’” causing him to “immediately [turn] and [bolt] from her without saying a word.”

Jeff had expressed true potential in music well before he could comprehend that his father was a famous musician. Mary recalls a baby Jeff in his car seat, “vocaliz[ing]… in a way” that made it clear that “he was trying to follow the melody line” of music on the radio. Ms. Liebman attests to this talent, emphasizing that Jeff was “an incredible mimic” who “could nail the sound of something perfectly.”

When he was only five years old, Jeff found an acoustic guitar in his grandmother’s closet. He could not play well yet, but he would often sit with it, leading his childhood friend Willie Osborn to compare Jeff’s behavior with the guitar to Linus’ with his blanket. As time elapsed, his affection never faltered; it was always evident that “music was everything to him.”

This affection was supported by his upbringing. Jeff’s mother is a classically trained cellist and pianist, as well as his largest source of encouragement. His stepfather also made a profound impact on his life, being his only true father figure. Moorhead introduced a young Jeff to many of his favorite rock bands, most notably Led Zeppelin. Years later, when Jeff was asked of his main musical influences in an interview, he responded, “love, anger, depression, joy, and dreams—and Zeppelin, totally.” His affinity for Led Zeppelin was clear to his friends, too—Ms. Liebman shared that Jeff “would pretend that Led Zeppelin was playing on an antique phonograph” with his voice. “He would imitate Robert Plant singing in an old fashioned 1920s style, including the needle hitting the record and skipping and the tinny sound coming from the speaker. He did that all simultaneously like a beatboxer would.” This was one of the many ways Jeff entertained his company.

Jeff built his own career, entering the New York music scene with the energy of an “excited puppy.” Tim didn’t help Jeff with his career; Jeff’s performance at “a tribute concert featuring [Tim’s] music at St. Ann’s Warehouse in Brooklyn” did. There, he sang Tim Buckley’s “I Never Asked to Be Your Mountain” (a song written about baby Jeff and Mary); as Ms. Liebman put it, “he blew everyone away.” This concert “changed everything for him. He met so many people and was on the industry radar. He started to play with Gary Lucas and they recorded together. He began playing gigs at an East Village cafe called Sin-é. Those grew from word of mouth and he developed a following from there.” Despite this, Jeff and his mother were plagued with the worry that people would regard Jeff as, in his own words, “the second coming of Tim Buckley.” Jeff stated that he was “totally immersed in what [he did],” but his interest was always portrayed as if it was a continuation of his father’s. 

Jeff’s goals were clear—his career was about his music as well as his connection with it. Mary once told him to “Watch out,” saying that “Grace might get a Grammy nomination,” and Jeff responded “No, mom, that’s not the kind of artist I am.” 

Being in the eyes of the public put Jeff under immense pressure, causing him to “put his guard up more” than before. He was often put into positions where he was expected to prove himself to others, especially in the context of Tim Buckley. He “fought off” comparisons to Tim, declaring, “All I ever stole from my father was a fleeting glimpse.” 

Nevertheless, Jeff did not allow the public’s interference to get in the way of his dedicated and intimate relationship with music. He was an expert in his craft. “He’d start [his] show[s] quietly crooning. It would immediately draw the audience in and they’d fall silent. It was mesmerizing. It would build and there was a sense of transcendence. After the applause he’d do something goofy, like one time he jumped off the stage to the audience and sat on my Mom’s lap.” This silliness wasn’t unusual for Jeff. “I remember him making everyone laugh,” said Ms. Liebman.

Jeff was a perfectionist with a focus on, in his own words, “crystalliz[ing]” his work. He made revisions to Grace until his last day in the studio, always trying out alternative versions and pouring his soul into his work. “Despite his immense talent, he could be self-deprecating,” shared Ms. Liebman. “He absolutely worshipped his musical idols,” but was critical about his own talent. 

Jeff’s genuine love for his craft was unmistakable, but the focus was never solely on him. “People think that my father and the [Live at Sin-é] EP is all there is to talk about,” said Jeff shortly after the release of Grace. The accusations of nepotism and continued association with his father were endless—the media never seemed to truly acknowledge him as his own individual. The public invalidated all of the work he put into his career, attributing it to the stranger who was his father.

Even today, people fail to appreciate his individuality.

Jeff Buckley was his own person with his own impacts. His legacy lives on through his music, his fans, and those who knew him best. His work continues to resonate, not because he was Tim Buckley’s son, but because he was Jeff Buckley—an artist in his own right, whose fleeting career left an indelible mark on the world.

A special thank you to Jessica Liebman for generously sharing her memories and insights about Jeff—we are very lucky to have received input from someone who was close to him. Her fond memories convey not just his passion for his craft, but the benevolence of his spirit.

Her response to our final question (“What’s important for his fans to know?”) sums things up perfectly: “His final songs were recorded as a demo and he plays everything himself. He made cassette tapes of the new songs for the band before they flew down. He was in the process of creatively breaking through and working towards a second album that felt right and wasn’t compromised. Those songs I found to be so moving and beautiful just as they were in a demo state. They are uniquely his. It inspires me to this day.”

[callmebrycelee]

9-1-1 REACTION

There are two types of 9-1-1 viewers. There’s the viewer who tunes in every week to watch our beloved 118 respond to one bizarre emergency after the other. Then there’s the other type of viewer. This viewer watches to see what’s going on with Sergeant Athena Nash and Captain Bobby Nash and the rest of the gang. It should be no surprise I fall into the latter group. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the emergencies. Who can resist a tsunami slamming into the Santa Monica Pier or Buck pulling a tapeworm out of a guy’s ass? While all of that is fun, I enjoy watching the character development.

This week was the best of both worlds. We got a mass casualty event at a mega church and a creepy call involving a woman buried alive by her husband. We also saw Bobby reunite with his mother and older brother, and the return of Tommy Kinard. But, as usual, I’m getting ahead of myself. This reaction is for the season 8, eleventh episode “Holy Mother of God” which originally aired on March 20, 2025. The episode was written by Taylor Wong and Derek Cioch and directed by the goddess herself, Aisha Hinds. Without further ado, let’s jump into the episode.

We begin the episode with Buck. He’s just finished moving out of the loft he’s been in since season 2 into Eddie’s house. I thought it was interesting that he hired movers instead of enlisting the help of Bobby, Chimney, Hen, and Ravi. I’m sure Athena and Karen would’ve lent a helping hand. Or maybe he did ask, and they all said ‘no’. Buck doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to put his things away and shows up at his sister’s place with an overnight bag and some homemade baked goods. He asks if he can stay there overnight, and Maddie doesn’t hesitant to invite him inside. I thought this part was adorable. It reminded me of a kid asking their parents if they can sleep with them.

Title card.

We then get our first emergency of the episode. We head over to a church where a pastor (played by Lesley Ann Warren) is performing miracles on her congregants. Things are going okay until people start falling out and not because of the Holy Spirit. The 118 arrive without masks which I found odd considering they didn’t know what they were walking into, and Buck figures out there’s a carbon monoxide leak due to a generator inside the church. Thankfully, no one is injured but one of the congregants ends up climbing the cross on top of the church and Buck has to rescue her. The moment where the two are reaching for each other reminds me of that painting where God is reaching for Adam. It’s a mostly comedic scene until we find out that the pastor and her son are actually Bobby’s mom and older brother, respectively.  

“I just thought you were moving into Eddie’s house not ours.” – Howie “Chimney” Han”

Next, we head back over to Maddie and Chimney’s place. Buck is camping out on the sofa … again.  Chimney makes a snarky joke about it and Buck tells his sister that he can go stay in a hotel. Maddie tells him she likes having him there. It makes her feel safe. She gets this faraway, distant look in her eye and Buck reminds her that Amber Braeburn is not coming back. In true Maddie fashion, she changes the subject by telling her baby brother that eventually he’s going to have to sleep in his new place. Buck tells her the reason he’s having a hard time adjusting to his new place is because he doesn’t feel like it’s his place. It’s Eddie’s place. The house is just a reminder that his best friend is gone. Maddie suggests he make new friends.

“We don’t speak because every time we do, I get this kink in my neck that last for, like, a month.” – Bobby Nash

Meanwhile, over at Bobby and Athena’s new place, which is still under construction, Athena receives the news of Bobby’s family being alive pretty well. She asks him when he was planning on telling her that his mother wasn’t dead. Bobby says that he never said that she was. Still, Athena feels that the lack of ever mentioning his mother is what lead to her thinking that she was dead. Bobby tells her he doesn’t like thinking about his mother and doesn’t want her in his life. He explains that his mother is a fraud and a con-artist, and he’s embarrassed by her. He then tells Athena the last time he spoke to Ann Nash was right before he and Marcy got married. The next time Ann reached out to him was through a letter she sent after the apartment fire. Bobby is clearly hurt by his mother and Athena believes there’s a reason they were brought back together.

“Yeah, I am a fun guy, but you’re just now noticing this?” – Ravi Panikkar

Buck takes Maddie’s advice and approaches Ravi at the firehouse. He asks Ravi to hang out and the latter is highly suspicious of Buck’s intentions. I want to pause here and say I’m not a fan of how the show treats Ravi. Ravi has been somewhat of an outside since he joined the 118 and, much to my annoyance, this episode he is used as a plot device. My boy deserves better. #JusticeForRavi.

Charlie Nash (played by Sean O’Bryan) shows up at the station looking for Bobby. It’s been years since they’ve seen each other, and the brothers fill each other in on what’s going on in their lives. Bobby tells his older brother about Athena and Charlie mentions that he’s been married (and divorced) three times. He goes on to say that he’s pretty much devoted his life to following their mother around. Charlie tells Bobby that Ann wants to see him and invites him to lunch. Bobby is reticent but Charlie says that he and their mother will only be in town for three days. Charlie hands Bobby his card and gets up. He tells Bobby that their father would be proud of him. As Charlie leaves, Bobby reaches for the business card and starts to get a pain in his neck.  

Bobby and Athena go to Ann’s hotel room the next day before heading to lunch. Ann tells them that their reservation isn’t until three, so they have plenty of time to chat. It doesn’t take long before Bobby and his mother are trading barbs. Athena tries to play the referee while Charlie just sits back and watches the two of them snipe at each other. Bobby disengages and Ann uses the opportunity to cozy up to his wife. She asks Athena about her religious affiliation. Athena tells her she is Southern Baptist. Okay, I want to pause here. Having grown up Baptist, I’ve long believed there are two types of Baptists. Southern Baptist (white people) and Black Baptist (black people). While I was growing up, a lot of the Southern Baptist churches around where I lived were synonymous with the Ku Klux Klan which is why I found it jarring that Athena referred to herself as a Southern Baptist.

“He made his own choices, and I will not apologize for leaving.” – Ann Hutchinson

Ann tells Athena that Bobby’s father was a Roman Catholic and that he used to drag Bobby and Charlie to Our Lady of the Sorrow – which doesn’t sound like a particularly joyful place. She makes a snide comment about Tim Nash needing to absolve his sins which immediately gets under Bobby’s skin. Charlie reminds Ann of her agreement to not bring up their dad. Ann is resentful of her youngest son’s deification of her ex-husband. She reminds Bobby that she protected him against his father. Bobby reminds her that she left. Ann reminds him that he chose to stay. Bobby tells her that he had to stay because someone needed to take care of his dad.  

Things start to get really heated between mother and son and Athena suggests they start over. Bobby says it’s a little too late to start over. Charlie confesses that he lied to Bobby about their mother wanting to see him. He just wanted to play the peacemaker, which is admirable, albeit extremely misguided. You can’t expect two people who haven’t been on the same page in a very long time to suddenly let bygones be bygones. Bobby is upset because he thought his mother was finally going to take responsibility for abandoning him.  In a beautiful moment, Bobby tells his mother that he’s worked so hard and so long to accept his failings along with those around him. He’s worked on forgiving himself and those who have hurt him. He then calls Ann a fraud. Not as a preacher but a mother. Mike drop.

“You know, I’ve been fighting the urge to call you for months.” – Tommy Kinard

Buck and Ravi go to a bar and have shots. Lots of shots. Buck spends most of their hang talking about Eddie much to the annoyance of Ravi. Ravi sees Tommy sitting at the bar and sees an exit strategy. He brings Tommy over to Buck and peaces out. His plot device services are no longer required. Well, ladies, gents, and non-binary icons – it’s the moment a lot of us have been waiting for. We finally got the reunion of Tommy and Buck and it did not disappoint.

The two quickly catch up. Tommy is surprised to hear that Eddie has moved back to El Paso. Buck is surprised to hear that Eddie stopped speaking to Tommy after the breakup. I felt really bad for Tommy in this moment. I don’t believe Buck would’ve minded Eddie remaining friends with Tommy but I guess this bit of information was mentioned to show Eddie’s loyalty? Tommy tells Buck that’s been fighting the urge to call him for months. Buck is delighted by this news. Tommy also says that he even drove by Buck’s loft. Buck tells Tommy that he’s recently moved. He asks Tommy if he wants to see it.

“You know, I don’t have to want to sleep with everyone I have feelings for and I don’t have to have feelings for everyone I sleep with.” – Evan Buckley

Crash cut to Buck and Tommy bursting through the front door, smashing into walls, tearing at each other’s clothes. It’s all done in silhouette which made the whole thing so much sexier. Shout out to Aisha who completely understood the assignment. The chemistry between these two reaches a fever pitch and Buck wakes up the next morning to so much food. Seriously, Tommy. That breakfast you made could’ve fed the entire 118, A and B shifts. Buck goes into the kitchen and hops on the counter, legs open with a wicked cast of Fuck Me hair. Our boys looks satiated and ready to eat a lot of carbs so they can go for round two. The mood sours quickly when Tommy mentions that the competition – aka Eddie – is gone. Buck takes immediate offense to the joke and goes for the jugular and basically says that he didn’t have to have feelings for Tommy to sleep with him. Way harsh, Tai. The message is received loud and clear, and Tommy makes his second exit but this time feels different than the last. Ugh! Two steps forward, one step back. Maybe the third time will be the charm.

“He’s been trying to bury me alive for 42 years.” – Suzanne Caldwell

Our next emergency was an odd one. A man’s life alert pendant makes a call to 9-1-1 saying that he has fallen and is unresponsive. The 118 arrive on the scene and they find the man named Elmer Caldwell (played by Ron Orbach) working in his garden. Elmer is experiencing shortness of breath and Hen and Chimney tend to him. Elmer says that he didn’t call for help, but Buck tells him that his pendant did. Elmer says the pendant is a nuisance and that his wife makes him wear it.

Speaking of wife, things take a horrific turn which a hand shoots out of the dirt and grabs Bobby’s ankle. Turns out, Ms. Caldwell (played by Miriam Flynn) is buried in the garden by her husband, but very much still alive. Elmer’s wife says the last thing she remembered was that she was eating sweet potato soup, but it had a funny smell. She started to get dizzy. Hen posits that she was poisoned by cyanide. Buck and Ravi restrain Elmer while his wife says that she gave up everything for him. In a shocking twist of fate, Elmer kills over and dies, and his wife lives. As she is loaded into the ambulance, she laments not getting out of her marriage sooner. Bobby hears what she says, and he starts to understand what his mother must’ve felt dealing with his alcoholic father.

“As much as everyone seems to want me to be hopelessly pining for my best straight friend, it just isn’t like that.” – Evan Buckley

Buck talks with Maddie about his night and morning after with Tommy. In true Buck fashion, he starts to spiral over what Tommy said and wonders if Tommy’s felt that way the entire time they were together. What I liked most about this scene is that Buck makes a reference to his straight best friend. This particular line of dialogue felt very pointed. It serves as a message for a certain group of folks who have been terrorizing the rest of us viewers for nearly seven years.  Just in case you still haven’t picked up on the fact that Eddie Diaz is a heterosexual male even though we’ve been dropping solid hints since season 2, let us just outright say it. Buck tells us that it’s ridiculous for Tommy to think he’s pining for his best friend and you know what? I believe him. I think Buck thinks Eddie is attractive but that’s all. He is not in love with his best friend. He’s in love with Tommy. What I like most about this scene is that Buck has zero issue acknowledging that he crossed the line with his comment.

Maddie, per usual, gives her baby brother some shitty advice. She first suggests he should move out of Eddie’s house which doesn’t seem feasible at this point. She next suggests that he should be alone which I don’t think is the right choice either. Buck clearly wants to be in a relationship. He’s been ready to give himself to one person for a very long time now. Also, he’s been alone for at least three months already since the breakup. Are you saying he needs to be alone even longer, Maddie?

“It would take a miracle. Yes. All right. I recognize the irony.” – Ann Hutchinson

Bobby shows up to the church his mother is ministering at. He stands in the audience and watches as she admits to her congregation that she doesn’t have the power to heal. She collapses on stage and Bobby rushes to check on her. At the hospital, Bobby and Athena wait to hear news about Ann. Charlie provides an update. Ann is stable and fighting with the doctor. Bobby asks his older brother if their mother has collapsed before. Charlie tells Bobby that their mother is sick. Terminal. Bobby asks Charlie when he was planning on telling him. Charlie says never. He wanted to respect their mother’s wishes. He tells Bobby that when he showed up at the church, he believed it was a sign. A chance for mother and son to finally reconcile.

“It was wrong and I have been guilty of breaking half a commandment.” – Bobby Nash

Bobby goes to see his mom and asks her how she is feeling. She says she is fine but needs to be released because she has a speaking engagement in Las Vegas. Bobby confesses he knows about her cancer and tells her she needs sustained treatment which she cannot get if she is traveling all over the country. He asks her to stay in Los Angeles with him. Ann tells him she has Stage 4 cancer, and that treatment isn’t going to help her.  She tells Bobby that him being at church meant so much to her. He tells her he came there to apologize. He didn’t want the words he said to her to be the last thing he said to her. Bobby apologizes and tells Ann that he hasn’t been fair to her. He says she was right to leave when she did. Ann apologizes for not saving her husband and says she’s missed Bobby. Bobby says he has missed her, too.

In our final scene of the episode, Buck returns to his new house and finally gets to work unpacking his things. Again, why isn’t anyone helping him? Maddie? Chim? Hen? Where y’all at? Buck also puts sheets on his bed which made me wonder, did he and Tommy raw dog the mattress? Yikes! We end the episode with Athena answering a call at The Odyssey ship. I will not be reacting to that episode. I still don’t know how I feel about Doctor Odyssey, but I will say that Joshua Jackson and Angela Bassett had some great chemistry.

We’re on a roll here! This week’s episode was so enjoyable. We haven’t really had a Bobby-centric plot all this season. I love that we got to meet his mother and his older brother which means that of the seven main characters (Athena, Bobby, Buck, Hen, Chimney, Maddie, and Eddie) we have officially met all the parents. I had my doubts about Bobby’s mom being a megachurch pastor, but it worked for the episode. I’m glad that Bobby got some closure, not only regarding he and his mom’s relationship but his relationship with his dad. I do hope we get to see Ann and Charlie again because I absolutely adore Lesley Ann Warren aka Miss Scarlet from Clue. I also think the actor who played Bobby’s brother, Charlie, did a great job as well. It was an interesting dynamic with him being the older brother who is supposed to be the protector but Bobby is the protector.

As for the reunion, I’m cautiously optimistic that Buck and Tommy will end up on top by the end of the season. Something that series creator Tim Minear said last year has really stuck with me. In an interview, he talked about giving Buck and Tommy the rom-com treatment. Well, we’re already over two-thirds through this rom-com. We got the meet cute and then the misunderstanding. In the last third of the movie, we get reconciliation which usually leads to a happy ending. I really hope we get a happy ending. Even the staunchest of Tommy detractors must admit that he and Buck’s chemistry is off the charts. I think every line shared between these two was very intentional even though a certain ship is trying to spin it in their favor. When Buck talked to Maddie the second time, what I heard was a confirmation of a certain character’s sexuality and a declaration that Buck was not in love with that character. In my opinion, this moment marks a major shift in the fandom and I cannot wait to see what happens next. Until next time…

[crimsonlyinglilly]

April of Angst and Whump, Day Twenty-Four

still on catch up, 8 to go after this.

more from Vessels, the supernatural/Originals xover- Klaus gets the worst wake up call as Finn arrives at his new with news of thier dad and brother vanishing on a hunt Klaus/Aurora, and look who managed to steal a pov and part of the piece for herself.

For @whumpril 2025 day 24 -Sensory Overload

For @chaos-company's Angstpril 2025 day 24 - "it would have been fine"

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Klaus was woken by knocking at his door, the sound did nothing for his throbbing head.

He had thrown a party to celebrate his art expedition, and the sale of his most expensive piece yet. 

He wasn’t in need of the money, he had paid for Kol and Rebekah’s schooling and both had refused to live off his money since and he had enough regular rich clients that would come to him every few months for a new piece to keep him going.

What he would have spent the money one was for Elijah to accept his offer to actually finish school, like Klaus knows Elijah wants to, but his brother was annoyingly stubborn. Elijah wouldn’t give up hunting until dad and Finn did and while Klaus wasn’t sure why Finn kept it up, dad was going to keep going until he found the thing that killed mum or died.

Klaus pushed himself out of bed as the knocking continued, attempting not to wake Aurora as he did and failing and blamed the sudden tremor of his hands on the night before.

So he had no grand reason to celebrate the purchase but a reason to get completely wasted and try a few new things was never something to turn down.

He yanked the door open ready to shout and blinked at the person on the other side.

It took him a moment to recognise the person and why they would be at his door.

“Dad finally get himself killed?” he asked Finn, he ignored the pitch in his stomach, dad’s death would be a relief and completely of his own doing.

He chose avenging a death woman over his own children and Henrik-

“They’re missing.” Finn’s voice brought his thoughts to a end.

He was about to shug until his sluggish brain caught the first word, they, as in plural as in the dick himself and someone else, someone who came to his door much more common and was a notable absence.

“Where’s Elijah?” the question escaped him even as he didn’t need to ask, desperately didn’t want the answer.

Finn was silent, Klaus stared waiting hoping his other older brother would appear behind Finn, ready to fuss over him and his hungover and lecture him over his less than healthy lifestyle.

Elijah didn’t appear, instead Klaus’ guests started to wake and wander in disconnected mumbles, swears and complaints mixing together and growing the light behind Finn was starting to blind him, it was getting to be too much.

A hand on his shoulder made him snap.

“EVERYONE OUT!” he screamed, freezing all his guests, his brother however unsurprised by it simply stepped over the threshold and into his home without invitation.

Elijah always asked.

Asks, he mentally corrected himself, he’s not dead, missing not dead, it went around his head like a mantra, Finn hadn’t found a body so Elijah would still ask in the future, once Finn and Klaus found him.

And Klaus used this to force his stupid older brother to give up on dad and move in with him, maybe dad was dead and Elijah alive and this whole thing would push both Finn and Elijah to give up.

Give up, accept they were orphans and stay away from the supernatural, hadn’t it taken enough, scarred them enough.

A dozen voices called to him in questioning tones, as Klaus found himself frozen, overwhelmed by the mantra, the possibility of Elijah’s death, his headache and the noises around him.

“Klaus?”

“Nicky?”

“Niklaus?”

“My love.” Aurora's soft voice was closest and the only one that mattered, he blinked down, her wide blue eyes looking at him in concern. “What’s wrong?”

She reached for his face and he was about to lean into the touch when a glass of water was pushed between them, Finn looked at them coolly.

“Family emergency.” Finn explained curtly, his voice carrying through the room, causing others to start and overlap.

“Klaus, you need-”

“We can-”

“I’ll-”

“What i need,” he cut through the voices, forcing his tone to stay calm “is you all to leave. This is family business.” he loathed the last words as they left his mouth, family business what dad called hunting before Klaus understood it, realised how few hunters lived a long life.

Even with his forced calm they quickly left, they were all aware of his temper.

Aurora was the last to leave, eyes offering help, all he had to do was ask.

But he couldn’t do that, couldn’t endanger her.

Mama’s wide blue eyes stared at him in fear and confusion, they glazed over.

Henrik’s eyes are brown and not confused but that doesn’t make it worse because it makes the fear in them louder.

He ran a hand through her silky strands of red hair and kissed her.

“I’ll explain later.” he promised as she finally stepped out the door he watched her leave until she was out of sight and then he shut the door and twisted.

Finn stood there still holding the glass and a pair of painkillers in his other hand.

Klaus wasted no time stalking to him and snatch the pill and dry swallow before taking the glass and downing it.

“How?” he snapped, hand tightening on the glass, he wanted to throw it break something but knew it would do nothing but grant him Finn’s judgement.

He wanted Elijah.

“I don’t-” Finn started and Klaus waved him away, he didn’t want to know how they disappeared, they would be working that out themselves. “Why was Elijah alone with dad?” he asked.

“Dad called for help and-” Finn begun and Klaus cut him off again,

“Why didn’t you go with them?” he demanded, his frustration growing as Finn looked away, “WHY?”

“I had a date.” Finn admitted quietly.

“What?” he choked, the shock stealing his rage for a moment.

“I had a date with Sage.” Finn answered and Klaus recognised the name as the one Elijah had talked of, over a year ago, it was serious then, since Finn and Elijah still moved across the country on sporadic hunts and yet this woman kept up or Finn made sure he went back to her at least.

He pushed that away, great, Finn possibly had an out from the life that father brought them up in, the war he trained them for and it costs them Elijah.

“You sent him off with dad alone because you had a date” he stated

"it would have been fine-should have." Finn argued “Elijah agreed to go instead; it was only meant to be a few days.”

“Yet it wasn’t.”

“I KNOW!” Finn roared his hand hitting the wall behind.

They all had dad’s temper, but the oldest of their number had worked hard to control it so getting an outburst from either of them was rare, Finn most of all, Klaus looked at his brother, really looked, the bags under his eyes and shadow of stubble.

“How long?” he asked the question he should have started with.

“Three days,” Finn answered, focused on his hand, flexing it, it would be bruised, Klaus had made sure his wall would withstand his temper. “I went to the town the hunt was meant to be when they didn’t turn up, turned it upside down, one dead vampire and nothing else.”

“They were hunting vampires?”

“No.” Finn shook his head “I found a note from Elijah he thought it was a set up, that the vampire was bait.”

“A note?” he questioned, vampires as bait was clearly a trap for hunters unless there was something else that was drawn to them that they didn’t know about, but a note meant Elijah was aware of that and still stuck around, was still caught by it apparently

“Hidden in their motel room.” Finn told him, right where Elijah knew they would find it no doubt’

“He knew prepared for it to go wrong.” he sighed because that was Elijah more concerned about preparing those after him than looking after himself. 

His home was silent after that because it clearly had gone wrong, but how wrong they still had to find out.

“We should going then.” he said as the quiet grew heavier.

“Your bleeding,” Finn pointed out, without the warm concern that Elijah would have had, and Klaus looked to where Finn was gesturing, four pricks on red on his white t-shirt on his shoulder, just where Aurora’s hand had been.

He shrugged it off, Aurora kept her nails sharp, it was fun, she probably accidentally grabbed him too tight when he shouted. “I’ll change.” he told his brother, as he pulled off the shirt and ducked back into his room to change into a new set that didn’t carry the smell of the night before.

It was as he left the room that he froze again, Finn was standing in front of his finished paintings, those that weren’t good enough to show or that would never be shown despite their quality, he knew what Finn was looking at before he turned slowly and lifted one of the latter.

"What really happened to mum?" Finn asked as he held up one of his paintings.

His younger self looked back, blood splattered across his face and burning yellow eyes.

Klaus flinched, there was a reason those paintings and sketches burned, much like mum that night, before anyone else saw them.

“Why ‘lijah?” he had asked, standing in the flickering light of their burning house, as  Elijah  tried to clean mama’s blood off of him. Finn stood away trying to calm Henrik down and Father was talking to the firemen with Kol and ‘Bekah in his arms. 

He remembered his body acting without his control, yellow eyes in the mirror, as it cut his hand open and tried to feed the blood to baby Henrik, as mama found them and tried to stop them.

As the thing inside him waved a hand and silenced her, covering him in her blood before it made fire appear in his hands and dropped in on mama, even as Elijah tried to stop him, burning himself.

But Elijah had claimed it was him when Father burst in, that he had killed mama and he couldn't stop himself.

“It’s-” Elijah had choked, “my fault, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Klaus had been stunned as Elijah pulled him into a hug and had just cried with him.

He was four, his big brother knew everything so he never questioned it again. 

Sometimes he managed to pretend their lie was the truth and it wasn’t his body that killed her.

The dreams always corrected him and for the first time as he saw the familiar horror as Finn traced the pison yellow paint, he realised maybe Finn and Elijah were hiding their own secrets from him.

“How about we find our brother and Mikael first,” he replied, projecting a careless air and grabbing a pair of sunglasses to block the light from his still sensitive eyes and his go bag, even after years of getting a normal life, after completely swearing off hunting he hadn’t managed to completely lose that habit. “Then we can rehash old history.”

“History-” Finn hissed before sighing, clearly thinking of any delays the discussion would cause and the fact they really needed the other person for it. “Fine.”

Klaus opened the door and stepped out of his apartment leaving it to Finn to close up and refused to look at his own car as he went to Finn’s.

Tossing his bag in the back and crashing in the front seat he tried to sleep before Finn joined him, he’d explain to Aurora and tell Kol and Rebekah, as he doubted Finn had yet, and see what weapons Finn had in the boot once he woke up.

Hopefully with less of a hangover and closer to getting Elijah back.

—

Aurora pouted on the rooftop, as she watched the car drive away with her Niklaus, she was enjoying her time with him, she had even taken the effort to dust off and revive her original body instead of simply possessing a similar looking human. 

She had been planning to ask Tristan if she could keep him, and she would have to ask him because her brother would be the one needed to break her dear Nik in Hell. 

As much as she liked hurting him and vice versa, but that was with his consent and she wouldn’t ruin what they have with breaking that, breaking him.

She wasn’t her brother who would likely take joy in that, he was very good at getting his toys to thank him for the pain before he grew bored of them and sent them away. 

Niklaus loved her and her, him, she had forgotten what that felt like when he didn’t involve her brother.

The lords of hell don’t let lesser demons touch what is theirs, and she had decided Nik was hers.

[rascalentertainments]

"What if the legend of Peter Pan you know, was more than one story?"

2025 is finally here, and I wanted my first new post to be something entirely new. Aside from making Wish Granted, I've been brainstorming a non Wish related project focusing on a reboot of Peter Pan. There's been so many versions of him over the decades, that I thought it would be awesome to create a story where nearly all the versions of him are combined into one trilogy of movies! Hence why I made a redesign of him seen above. He does looks a bit similar to the Disney version, but I wanted to add a little more modern parts to him, like having a leaf patterns referencing his original book counterpart.

The idea here is to have a three part story covering Peter's life from an ordinary boy getting taken by pirates, growing slightly into a teen and becoming a hero on Neverland, meeting Wendy and the Darling children, and going through a character arc of what it means to grow up by the end. Its something I haven't seen and want to tackle myself.

I don't have a full outline for this story yet, but I have gotten a lot of Story beats and twists on the characters I'd like to share.

•The three Titles are Peter Pan: The Starcatchers, Peter Pan: Neverland Hero, Peter Pan: The Last Pirate.

•Peter starts out as a 12 year old boy in the first movie, and turns 15 by the end and through the second and third film.

•Peter is voiced by Kaiji Tang.

•While he can't read, his favorite story he's listen to is Puss in Boots. The story later becomes his inspiration to become iconic version of Pan we know, and as a hero to the residents of Neverland.

•Additionally, this version is a combination of DreamWorks Puss in Boots, Gojo Saturo and Jack Frost all mixed together to create a new take.

•He's the first lost boy. The others boys become part of his crew after he rescues them from Hook, acting as an older brother.

•Peter was alone on Neverland for two days, until he uses stardust to bring his shadow to life so he wouldn't be alone anymore. Shadow and Peter grow up together and become inseparable on adventures. They consider each other brothers.

•People in Neverland don't age, unless they leave the island. Peter ends up only staying 15 because that's when he actually stays on Neverland as his new home.

•His mother is alive.

•His character arc will be learning what it means to really "grow up". He must make a choice between staying in Neverland and remaining as he is, or live a new life with Wendy.

•Wendy keeps getting nicknamed "Darling" by Peter. 😂

•He's from the 1930's and by the time he meets Wendy, it's 1990's. Its a shout out to Steven Spielberg's "Hook".

•He's very disoriented by the big city, especially with all the cars around and way more people than in his own time.

•Captain Hook is voiced by Ian McShane

•Hook was the one who took Peter as a child to work on his ship. In that time, he does show the boy a few pirate tricks and how to take things right underneath someone's nose.

•One Hook's crew members, Alf becomes a father figure to Peter by teaching some survival techniques, and eventually defects from Hook after growing attached to him.

•There's a different reason Peter cut off Hooks hand, and its not a practical joke.

•Tick-Tock the crocodile is in the second and third film, and is still an enemy of Hook. In this version, he's been fed so many clocks by Hook that the magic in them fused with his body, turning him into a walking, ticking beast. He's also anthropomorphic and can speak.

•Design wise, he's 8 feet tall, sharp claws and pointed teeth. He has small clock faces sticking out on his body, with his eyes looking like traditional clocks, with the little hands pointing in whatever direction he's looking.

•He's voiced by Jim Cummings.

•Tick Tock starts out as Hook's prey, but after Peter stops him from eating the Captain, he makes Pan as his enemy as well.

•Tinker Bell finds Peter when he's on Neverland, unbeknownst to her at the time that she and Peter were born at the same time.

•She has feelings for Peter as years pass on, but he only sees her as a sibling.

•Tink can be understood by humans, but she chooses to speak like a bell in front of Wendy to trick her, and it annoys Peter. .😂

That's what I got for now, and I wanted to share something non Wish related, like some of my friends. I haven't forgotten Superzeroes, its just that this has been sitting in my brain and I want to just tell it finally! There's definitely much more to develop cause it's a work in progress, but I hope you want to hear more or see more designs soon!

@your-ne1ghbor @tumblingdownthefoxden @snackara @chillwildwave @oh-shtars @jojo-ker06 @thesafireartist @uva124

@kenihewa @ishadow246

[disorganizedkitten]

2025 Masterpost Update Let's Go

aight you found the blog, congrats, were you looking?

Ao3 | Discord | Main Blog | Reblog Blog

I'm Apple, you may call me DK if you wish, I write silly shenanigans or Murder and that's about it.

"oh but some of the fandoms you write for were created by bad people" I know that and they can rot, they get none of my money and in theory my attention would scar them.

I am not the best at tagging but I'm getting better and as such here are some relevant blog tags!

Jaymeow Speaks, Jaymeow Writes, Jaymeow Reads, Jaymeow Watches, Jaymeow Draws, Ask Box Things > Me tags! These are consistent through all of my blogs!

And We Are Children Of Empty Graves is for the inherent trauma of being improperly dead or alive, Outline Snippets is a great insight into what my writing looks like on the inside and also just fun fic teasers, the DK stand for Doo Knowledge is my fun facts about the IP tag, DK Watches JCA is for my rewatch of Jackie Chan Adventures.

Equals Theory is a term I coined for a well known phenomenon, and it is my favorite relationship dynamic. Link to the explanation post.

Rabbit Hole Essays is a tentative project for compiling fic research into easy to use essays and source lists.

Project: MESOSA stands for Make Everyone Sick Of Seeing Apple In Their Inboxes and it means I'm going to spam update. You cannot escape. (you can, actually, but let me pretend to be foreboding)

The first iteration of MESOSA came in 2022 under the title 12UpDays, and the official iteration came on August 1st, 2024. That's also the first time it was called MESOSA! There was an unofficial MESOSA in January of 2025 to announce three months worth of fest fics, and the second official MESOSA took place over the month of July, 2025.

Jaymeow Watches and Jaymeow Reads are just general 'I'm getting into a new thing and/or an old thing and have thoughts' tags, Writes has writing updates and some old writing from the days I posted directly on tumblr, Speaks is just rambles.

Okay, and now the hard part - if you want to read my works the best place really is Ao3, especially after tumblr's ai issues, but I have a couple short Miraculous stories that are here to stay (until I give in and start a, shudder, short story fic on ao3), Ghost Fic, Outfit fic, The Salt Fic, and The One Where Everyone Knows, as well as The Paper Lanterns Round Robin.

If you don't want to go to ao3 for whatever reason - first off you're lowkey doomed, second off congrats I put in so much work for you specifically.

This is the 2024 master post, it's not current but it is a good list for wips. I'll do some other wip lists by fandom at some dubious point in the future, maybe.

If for some reason finding me on tumblr isn't enough, I moderate the Nino Lahiffe Appreciation Squad Discord, the Ethereal Grimoire Discord, and the Magpie's Hoard Discord Server. I don't mod Maribat Insanity II but I do have rights to links on request.

 In any other situation you can be a wild Apple may be spotted (probably in fic writer specific discords, I thrive in a very specific ecosystem) and you're always welcome to say hello.

[theoneeyedgoldenwolf]

The cruelty of illusions, chapter 27

The chapter 27 of my @whumpril 2025 story! =D

Whumpril 2025. Extra 3: Clammy

CW: Shock, freaking out, fear, rage, anger, Demon Majora, summarizing Time’s second quest (aka Majora’s Mask game), cursing, worry

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Chapter 27: The Demon from Termina

“What the fuck is that thing?!” Wild suddenly screamed as the Temple’s keeper finally showed up.

“Time clearly knows the creature.” Legend pointed out while glaring absolutely the sharpest daggers he could muster into the odd being of red, yellow, blue, green and violet.

The Champion took another picture and bit jumped when his Slate gave a clear sound of having new information within it. “We’re about to know soon!” He exclaimed while swiftly sharing the screen into third part so they could keep check on the situation as well as of the map. He swiftly went through the images of the monsters until he found the newest creature in his folder.

“Majora.” Sky read from beneath the picture. The others shrugged while glancing at each other in check of if anyone recognized the name. As no-one other than Time seemed to know the Temple’s keeper, the master archer opened the info part of the creature and began to read:

“Majora (Deity / Demon)

Majora was said to be a twin brother to Fierce Deity. As Fierce Deity is the God of Protection, Majora Deity is the God of Destruction. Even though brothers, the God of Protection did the ultimate action and turned the God of Destruction into a mask and hid him well from anyone seeking for his power. God of Destruction had his followers whom deceived the God of Protection and returned the favor by turning him into a mask too.

Majora’s Mask was eventually found by an ordinary man whom called himself as the Happy Mask Salesman. He understood the dangers the mask possessed and did his best to keep it safe from wrong hands. Majora, having been found, had no intentions of staying as he was. Yet, the Happy Mask Salesman was too aware of the danger to end up possessed by the mask. Majora needed someone far more innocent and pure at heart.

While traveling through the lands of Termina, the—“

“Termina!” Seven Heroes suddenly shouted and interrupted Wild’s reading. “That’s the lands Time saved during his second quest!” Wind exclaimed shocked.

“Well, we certainly found the one at fault.” Warriors growled while not liking at all about what was happening within the Temple.

“Can I continue?” Wild inquired bit indignantly.

“I’m not sure we should check more.” Twilight worried while feeling contradicted. He wanted to know more but then again he felt like it was Time’s right to explain things by himself. “It is about Time’s life we’re going to find out about.” He reminded while glancing around his brothers.

“It is about Time’s past but to some of us it is also legends told from generation to generation.” Four countered while feeling equally uncertain of what was the right decision to make.

“That’s bit rough when the guy’s entirely alive and traveling with us.” Legend partly snapped but it was brought out only by worry and fear for their leader’s safety and wellbeing.

“I can’t deny of being curious. And Time doesn’t really talk about his second quest even when we ask about it.” Hyrule pointed out while bit slumping and giving sheepish expression.

“I’m sure there’s actually a very good reason for that.” Twilight stated out bit rougher than what he meant to.

“Nonetheless, that’s one vengeful Deity.” Sky growled while knowing how Demise had found a way to keep tormenting those the Chosen Hero now called as his brothers.

“Yeah.” Wild half whispered while the others simply nodded. “While Ganon hates all of us, that asshole’s only going after Time.” The words came out as a growl.

“It certainly would come after each of us if we had a chance to tear it apart for what it’s doing to Sprite.” Warriors snarled while hoping the Demon felt his rage as he glared at it through that screen of Wild’s Slate.

“Maybe then we should get to know more about the enemy if we ever get that chance?” Wild suggested while raising an eyebrow. The Captain glanced around at the way too tempting way of explaining why they’d know more about his little brother’s second quest than what Time had so far given out. The uncertain nods eventually got him to give the rights to keep reading.

“While traveling through the lands of Termina, the Happy Mask Salesman was jumped by the local Skull Kid. The eternally young being Child of the Forest was childish and mischievous but the species never meant any harm in any of way. Yet, this was exactly what Majora’s Mask needed and he lured the young one to the mask. Skull Kid never had a chance against the Demon’s possession and the mask was on his face despite his desperate attempts to fight against it.

With a body and life form overtaken, Majora fled the scene to cause the destruction he was the God of. The mischief of Skull Kid became cruel and harmful. Curses were placed upon all continents of the lands. People suffered in many ways. And yet, most attempted to deny what they were seeing.

Termina was in luck as the young Hero of Time, aged ten but seen far too much in his life despite of his young age, came to the area in search of a lost friend. Majora found a new toy to play with through him and jumped him as Skull Kid had jumped the Happy Mask Salesman.

Cursed into the form of a Deku Scrub, the form taken from close by unfortunate soul whom the spell killed, the Hero of Time had no other choice than to embark on another quest. Besides this cruelty, the Ocarina of Time was stolen from his hold and his trusty steed Epona had been scared away. He had more than one worry to deal with.

When the Hero of Time finally, after three days from his arrival, faced Majora, he wasn’t capable of defeating him. The Goddess of Time intervened and turned those three days into a loop with the Song of Time.

Majora attempted countless different plans to both torment and to kill the young Hero. Yet, with the Goddess of Time aiding the Hero of Time with his quest as well as she could, the Demon’s plans fell as apart as everyone’s memory of the happenings did. She had not realized how long it would take to fully get everything sorted out and how the constantly getting forgotten by the people of Termina would affect the young Hero of Time whom had already done time traveling by then.

After those countless restarts of the time loop and having awakened the Guardian Deities, the Four Giants of Termina, the Hero of Time finally was capable of facing Majora. Alas, the fight did not go well as he refused to use a powerful mask given to him by one of the Moon Children. The simple reason for this refusal of using the new mask was the lack of acceptance from the one whose soul was trapped into the said mask.

Several more time loops through, several more times refusing to let the moon to crash and Fierce Deity finally gave the Hero of Time the rights to use his mask. Together they defeated Majora and set the Skull Kid, as well as whole Termina, free from the God of Destruction’s hold. Yet, the God of Protection, realizing how strong and dangerous his brother was even as a mask, purified the mask of his brother’s existence with the Hero of Time’s aid. The Hero, now titled twice, was unaware of what the Demon was to the God of Protection as he gave his Light Magic into the usage of the God of Protection to be rid of the one at fault of the danger of the world’s destruction.

Majora, even though defeated, is a Deity, a God, and hence never truly gone. This is why the Demons across time are unconsciously aware of each other’s existence. They do not get full knowledge of how things have gone to their counterparts but they do get strong feelings and some certain knowledge from one another. And hence, the Hero of Time is the one each of them are searching for. They know of his triumph over one of them and hence are up for destroying him in any way possible.”

As Wild read the legend connected into Majora, he and his brothers felt the cold shivers run down their backs more often than not. The Champion was grateful that he didn’t need to hold the Slate as he was certain he would’ve dropped the device from his sweaty hands. And yet, as he was certain his brothers felt it too, he was nearly shivering from cold.

“Fierce Deity…” Warriors half whispered and gulped once. “The markings Sprite has on his face… Those are half of Fierce Deity’s markings.”

The rest of the Chain was rendered silent by that line. They gulped when they recalled Time’s words back when they had gone through the masks. “’Besides, with a legend like that, I’d be far more afraid of what destroyed the demon.’” Legend quoted and gulped. “T-that’s what Time said. A-as well as ‘I knew a salesman who coveted it.’”

“Oh Goddesses!” Wild exclaimed in shock. “He was talking about the mask I showed! That freaky one with spikes and bright colors! T-that… That’s the one he’s fighting against?!”

Wind snorted and grinned. “Time was talking about himself when he pointed to be more afraid of who destroyed the Demon.” He pointed out triumphantly. “Damn, he’s awesome!”

“Well, our awesome oldest brother has just seen all eight of us die.” Four deadpanned as he flinched about what was going on within the Temple. “Is that the God of Protection’s mask?”

“Yeah, it is.” Warriors confirmed and gulped once. “Sprite will certainly make Majora pay for what he’s done. And you seven are going to see Fierce Deity in action.” He stated out while the clammy feeling of fear and worry returned even stronger than what it had been as Wild gave out Majora’s past.

[akajustmerry]

hey merry! i noticed you just started the show, so how're you liking dark winds so far?

I started and finished it in less than a week. suffice to say, I really enjoyed it! here's some quickfire thoughts (note: I'm Aboriginal/First Nations "Australian" so I'm speaking as a non-Native to the so called US) <3

Something I loved about it as an Indigenous person is that every character has a different relationship to their ceremony and cultural beliefs. You have Bern who's totally immersed, Joe who wants to but struggles because of his grief, and Jim who's skeptical af. I liked that so much because it's very real. at least in my family and community. Everyone's degree of belief is different for different reasons!!

Bern and Jim oh my FUCKING God. I was GIGGLING and KICKING MY FEET. a+ culturally specific slowburn. when he asked her about her tribe?? when she gave him the protection medicine? when he says there's nothing on the rez for him and she says "I'm here"? WHEN SHE LEAVES AND HE RETURNS THE PROTECTIVE JEWELLERY??? 🥹🥰🥹🥰

I preferred the first season to the second. I think it was shot better and had a better executed mystery. The cinematography in season one was so gorgeous. It had a very distinctive almost sunny yet gothic feel, but the second season was shot more conventionally. I hated the colour splash sequences.

Emma's sub-plot of helping other women avoid forced sterilisation was so awesome. Deserves its own show to be honest. That sequence where she tells the patient in Dineʼ (under the guise of translating for the white doc) that she should not have her baby in hospital because the white doctors will sterilise her? One of the best character intros I've ever seen, and I love how it tails off in season 2 with her agreeing to go public with what's happening.

I love Bern so MUCH. Jess Mattern is so GOOD. her encounters with the witch are CHILLING. Her pure dedication to her cultural beliefs is so inspiring. She's also one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and I'm so gay. My only thing is......in WHAT universe is becoming a BORDER PATROL officer gonna mean you encounter LESS injustice. smh!!!

Kiowa Gordon as a 1970s suave FBI deserter turned hire out of a highway hotel private eye full of love for his community?? That's my dream gender!!!!!!! Also......it must be said....i need him.

Finally, even though I could tell Graham Roland and the writers made HUGE efforts to shift the white gaze of the novels Dark Winds was based on, there was just some moments/attitudes in the series that felt Off. maybe I'm over sensitive to copaganda idk but yeah there was just a little too much.......rampant individual American heroism and pro-cop/military stuff at times that made me roll my eyes as a non-usAmerican viewer

anyways, looking forward to having a reason to stay alive until 2025 (when season 3 comes out!)

[mincyberr]

welcm to cy's hot takes, where my takes might fire back at me 😭

sorry in advance! 😭

this hot take is about each book of the series doing movie next hot take

Hello my children, sorry for being inactive for... Two months. Happy holidays, happy new years people! Anyways enjoy this heavy ass hot take that took me a few weeks to get out due to being busy and stuff!! YAYAY

Maze Runner: This book I will re read them later in 2025 after Death Cure and Cranks Place. But what I remember in my doc of 80k+ words. The book is amazing. They did each character but Ben justice for the first book. Reason I say not Ben because I don't know much about him in the books but his a builder. For the characters, Thomas was amazing, Teresa sounds amazing at first until you read the other books, Minho and Newt were amazing as well and shown enough to be told they are gonna stay alive untill the end. And then... Gally and Alby are werid for this. Alby died so fucking stupidly. And Gally.. OH GOD. He's the perfect amount of annoying. But 'died' in a confusing way.

10/10 book, favorite quotes:

"Everything is gonna change." - Teresa

"You're the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was." - Minho

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Scotch Trials: the book is amazing, but a bit confusing at the end since I read too fast but I am gonna re read 36-65 since my notes have it all crumbs. But from what I have, it's good but the ending is werid with Thomas blanking out in a room in WCKD. Then there's the fact that Group B and A collab with the fact Thomas, Aris and Teresa are fighting like donkeys. And OH GOD, Teresa and Aris are a shit couple. FUCK THEM. Brenda and Thomas becoming one slowly like a slow burn is cute. I like it. Newt getting the flare did hit hard tho.

6.9/10 book, fav quotes:

"If I'm gonna die, I want to die with the rest of you." - Thomas

"If there's one thing I've learned in the Glade, it's that we can't predict anything. Not even ourselves." - Minho

This was 1/2 since I'm finishing Death Cure and getting into Cranks Place

Bye bye loves !!

cy/cyber - stan minho!!

[xaieia]

Candies and curses will be alive even in 2025... The work you do for this gandom

Anyway, some Molly headcanons?

aww I'm flattered thank you

now come off anon so i can thank you personally bc srsly getting this ask warmed my heart

I honestly feel like I don't do enough publicly sometimes since most of the stuff I do rn is writing which I don't post, but hopefully I'll have some more stuff for everyone next year.

still, Thank You :'>

anyway, Molli HCs

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Bi (solely bc her hair looks like the bi flag and nothing else lol)

Actually isn't interested in a candymaking job but stays there for a bit to make sure Candy King recovers to a decent mental state, then lets Benny take over the role.

Closest with Lilly out of all the mansion residents, because they both have an interest in magic , but also pretty close with Benny

Despite being very popular at school she chooses to keep a pretty small circle of close friends and is just pals with most other people

Likes sour candies the most (though of course, she will take almost any candy you offer her lol)

She's been friends with Suzie for less than 3 years (otherwise she would've met Olly prior, I imagine) but they're already very close

Doesn't have a concrete idea of what she wants to do in the future (but like she's got time so it's fine)

Being in the manor did scar her (mentally) a little, but she tries not to show it and mostly deals with it on her own (but Olly's there to support her too)

She's also pretty stubborn but unlike Hector it's not in an unconstructive way, more in a "she will follow her stated goals to the end no matter" she's fine with switching stuff up until she finds something that works

I think she ended up keeping most of the weapons and charms she got in the manor but gave a few away to other people (generally Olly or the other manor residents)

still maintains some sort of contact with Hector and Paige though not as much due to obvious reasons

And as I am a Molliver shipper I must spread my Molliver agenda

Molli was the one who fell first