#SELENA IS SO FUCKING BUILT
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fuck me, fuck my life, fuck it all.
paul rudd in the newest season of 'only murders in the building'? seriously? what more could you all do to me?
#only murders in the building#paul rudd#only murders in the building season 3#omitb s3#tate talks#I'm so embarrassingly into this fucking show#I love ALL OF THEM#paul rudd is extraordinary and I want to go down on selena gomez with everything that I am#SELENA IS SO FUCKING BUILT#her beautiful round face#and her voice#god please I just want to worship a woman#and also get railed by and/or rail paul rudd myself#sorry y'all#also I need oliver and charles to smooch
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The Doom of Aeor was not just one thing.
The Betrayer Gods, so full of hate for mortals, so full of hurt at their siblings choosing their creations over them, stepped into the world to destroy everything themselves.
The archmages built a weapon to kill the gods, because the Calamity was destroying the world.
The archmages built the God Hammer at the heart of Aeor, so that anything that went wrong with risked destroying the city.
The Prime Deities didn’t explain the threat of Predathos, and how they needed all the gods to live in order to fight it should it ever break free.
The Wildmother, scared to reveal how much the Primes and Betrayers still loved each other in spite of everything, because she wasn’t ready to be judged by her children.
The Primes not holding themselves to the same rules they placed onto Solars and mortals.
Cognouza fucking off into the Astral Sea destroyed the teleportation leylines and therefore killed any chance the Aeorians had to escape.
The Arch Heart refused to embrace Primarch Selena when she asked for forgiveness. The rejection that caused her throw the trapped sibling into the God Hammer and cast Wish.
The Arch Heart chose to save their sibling, that trapped god, instead of Counterspelling the Wish.
Primarch Selena using Wish to send knowledge of the God Hammer to every wizard still in Aeor. Wizards who might have been smaller in number had it not been for Cognouza, had they been able to leave before the knowledge was dispersed.
Asmodeus and the Betrayers, choosing to use the God Hammer to kill their siblings when their siblings refused to kill them. Asmodeus tricking them all and acquiring the scroll to the God Hammer and setting it off.
The Arch Heart, redirecting the energy of the God Hammer into the city he’d wanted to save, trading mortal lives for his and their siblings.
The gods’ inability to make peace with their own mortality. They, who in their youth, fled the only home they’d ever known, watching as Predathos consumed it, consumed their family, watching loved ones gone in a flash. Their desperate flight into Reality that forced them into their bodies forever constructed by what they felt in that moment.
Trauma born from fear born from loss born from pain born from love.
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Chapter 7- Part 2- The Battle Before the War
Series Summary/Masterlist
warnings: wrestling related violence, manipulation, drinking.
Summary: You are close to cracking under the pressure, so your girls treat you to a night out. They learn just how much you were affected by the Bloodline... and they leave you conflicted about your place in the Bloodline. We also learn a little bit more about your relationship with Sami while you are trying to heal your own one with Jey. Kevin tries to stir things up, and leaves Sami also conflicted about his place in the Bloodline.
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a/n: guess who finally decied to update this!! I promise I haven't discontinued this lol. I just had writers block. hope ya'll enjoy this chapter!!
Over the next few days, the tension between the Bloodline was palpable. Roman's mistrust had cast a shadow over the group, creating an atmosphere thick with unease. The fallout from the incident on live television had repercussions that extended beyond personal relationships. The dynamics within the Bloodline were shifting, and everyone could feel it.
You and Jey didn't get into arguments, because you simply didn't talk to each other unless absolutely necessary. You wanted a man, not someone who would question your loyalty at every turn.
And Jey seemed to be keeping his distance as well, perhaps feeling guilty for his actions or simply trying to avoid further conflict, but also because when he did try to apologize, you would cut him off, unwilling to entertain excuses.
He lost to Sheamus due to interference tonight, and Roman and him had an argument that did not end well, and that made him even more unwilling to talk to you. The wounds were still fresh, and you needed time to heal.
Sami had lost against Kevin after Jey aired out your relaitonship issued on TV due to Jimmy, Jey, and Solo interfering right before he was about to win, courtesy of Roman's orders. He wanted to test the loyalty of the members, and unfortunately, Sami became a victim of that power play. The loss left a bitter taste, not just for Sami, but for the entire group.
Sami was rightfully angry, but he understood the complex dynamics at play within the Bloodline. Loyalty, power struggles, and the constant need to prove oneself were all part of the game. The internal strife within the Bloodline was becoming more evident with each passing day.
Trinity- one of your closest friends- visited to check on her husband Jimmy, but when she found the state you were in, she forced you to get out of your room to have a girls night with the rest of your friends.
As much as you wanted to wallow in the emotional turmoil, Trinity's insistence broke through the walls you had built around yourself. She brought you shopping with Liv and Mercedes, trying to distract you from the tension and drama. The four of you had mani-pedis, did your hair, makeup, and were now currently at a bar in the city, attempting to have a moment of reprieve from the chaos that had consumed the Bloodline.
"Girl, you look so fucking gorgeous tonight!" Liv gushed over your new look, giving you a playful nudge. You were wearing a stunning outfit that Trinity helped you pick out, your makeup impeccably done, and your hair styled to perfection. The girls had succeeded in creating a diversion from the heavy atmosphere that surrounded the Bloodline.
You gave Liv a smile, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. She noticed this and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "You guys didn't have to go through all this trouble for me," you said, your voice filled with gratitude.
Liv squeezed your shoulder gently, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Don't you dare apologize for needing a distraction, Y/N," Liv interrupted, her tone firm but gentle. "We're here because we love you, and we want to see you smile again."
"We miss seeing you happy," Mercedes chimed in, her voice soft but earnest. "You've been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders for too long, Y/N. Tonight, let us carry it for you."
Your heart swelled with gratitude for your friends' unwavering support, even in the midst of your emotional turmoil. Despite your initial resistance, their persistence began to chip away at the walls you had erected around yourself. Trinity, sensing the heaviness lingering within you, leaned in closer, her expression filled with empathy.
"You are not allowed to be sad no more." Trinity declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Tonight, we're going to dance, laugh, and the only worry you'll have is what drink your'e gonna get next. Capiche?"
You couldn't help but chuckle at Trinity's determined attitude, feeling a flicker of amusement amidst the heaviness in your heart. "Yes, ma'am," you replied, a hint of playfulness in your voice.
And not worry you guys did. You didn't remember how many drinks you all had, but what you did know was that you were throwing back on Liv as the two of you danced on the crowded dance floor. The music thumped loudly, drowning out the worries and tensions that had gripped the Bloodline. In that moment, surrounded by the pulsating beats and colorful lights, you allowed yourself to let loose, to forget the troubles waiting outside the confines of the bar.
Liv twirled you around, both of you laughing as you moved in sync with the rhythm. You left your phone with Trinity and Mercedes, who were watching with amused grins from a nearby table as Liv threw her ass back on you, the two of you lost in the music.
What you didn't know was that your phone was innecstantly ringing with multiple missed calls from Jey. He had been trying to reach out to you, perhaps with the intention of apologizing or sorting things out. However, in the midst of the lively atmosphere and the distraction provided by your friends, you remained blissfully unaware of the attempts to contact you.
Actually, you had missed calls from all of the guys. You… might have snuck away from the hotel without telling anywone where you and Trinity had gone, with the exception of Solo (because Solo was Solo and responsible and reliable when it came to keeping secrets).
Mercedes, feeling a bit too drunk and empowered to get revenge for Jey embarrassing you on TV, grabbed your phone, scrolling through the notifications and messages. Trinity noticed the smirk on her face and leaned over to see what she was up to.
"Girl, you real messy." Trinity cackled at Mercedes' mischievous expression. "What are you planning?"
Mercedes chuckled, holding up your phone. "Just a little payback for our girl here." She showed her the messages from Jey that read
"Y/N, where are you? We need to talk. Please pick up." "I messed up, babe. Just let me explain. Where are you?" "Seriously, answer your damn phone. I need to fix this." "Y/N, come on. Don't do this. Let's talk. I miss you."
Trinity raised an eyebrow, looking at Mercedes with a smirk. "What you gon' do?"
Mercedes smirked back, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, just gonna a little something to keep him on his toes." She quickly typed a response:
"Sorry, wrong number. I'm having a great time without you. Maybe you should learn to trust me for once."
Before posting some pics on Instagram of the four of you having the time of your life, making sure to send the one with your friends looking stunning and happy, emphasizing the fact that you were not alone and clearly enjoying yourself, and making sure to 'accidentally' tag Jey.
Mercedes showed Trinity the response, and they both burst into laughter. "Damn, girl! That's cold, but he kinda deserves it.
Mercedes winked, enjoying the mischief. "He'll survive. Maybe this will teach him a lesson." The two of them clinked glasses, before drinking the night away, reveling in the freedom of the moment.
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samizaynwwe: the princess for a reason 🖤
You came back with you and Liv wrapped in each other's arms, buzzed and full of laughter. The night had been a much-needed escape, and you felt a sense of relief and lightness that had been absent for days. As you approached the table where Trinity and Mercedes sat, you noticed their mischievous grins and exchanged curious glances.
"What are you two up to?" you asked, still swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music.
Trinity and Mercedes shared a glance before bursting into laughter. Mercedes handed you back your phone, and you saw the exchanged messages with Jey, along with the pictures showcasing the fun you were having.
"Oh my god, you guys!" you exclaimed, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. "That's… that's something."
Trinity leaned in with a sly grin. "Consider it payback for the drama he put you through on TV. He needs to learn a lesson in trust."
You couldn't help but join in their laughter. It was a playful revenge, and for the moment, it felt satisfying to turn the tables, even if just a little. the tables, even if just a little. The night continued with more dancing, laughter, and the occasional cheeky glance at your phone to see if there were any more messages from Jey or the others.
As the hours passed, the drinks kept flowing, and the atmosphere became more carefree. You felt a little bit more than buzzed, which opened the conversation to more personal topics. Trinity, being the perceptive friend she was, looked at you with a knowing smile.
"Okay princess, only took a few drinks to finally get the old you." Trinity teased, nudging you playfully.
"What do you mean?" You asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension at Trinity's knowing smile.
Trinity chuckled, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, come on, Y/N. You know exactly what I mean. When's the last time we even talked without you being wrapped up in your own head or stressing over Bloodline drama?"
You couldn't help but chuckle at Trinity's blunt assessment. She had a way of cutting through the facade and getting straight to the point. "Fair point," you admitted, taking a sip of your drink. "I guess I've been a little… preoccupied lately."
Mercedes raised a brow, her expression thoughtful. "Preoccupied is an understatement, honey. You've been practically living and breathing the Bloodline drama. You barely even remembered how to relax and have fun until tonight."
Liv leaned against your shoulder, her voice gentle but firm. "Babe, she's right. We missed you, and you are just starting to come back to yourself again. We've all noticed how much you've been carrying on your shoulders lately. It's like you forgot how to be yourself outside of the Bloodline."
You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt wash over you. They were right, of course. The weight of the Bloodline had consumed your thoughts and emotions, leaving little room for anything else. "I know," you admitted, your voice tinged with regret. "I guess I just… I don't know how to balance it all anymore."
Trinity felt a pang of sympathy seeing you struggle with the weight of your responsibilities. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on your arm. She knew how Roman could be, how he had a way of consuming the lives of those around him with his ambitions and demands.
You saw all 3 of your friends exchange a look with each other, and you furrowed your brow, curious about the silent communication passing between them.
Mercedes took a deep breath, her gaze steady as she met your eyes. "Y/N, we love you, and we've always supported your career and your dreams. But… maybe it's time to start thinking about what you want for yourself, outside of the Bloodline."
Your eyes widened in surprise at Mercedes' words. It was a sentiment you had heard before, but coming from your closest friends, it held a different weight. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty.
Trinity nodded, her expression serious yet gentle. "Look, tonight was the first time in almost 2 years that you allowed yourself to let go and have fun without worrying about the Bloodline. And look at how happy you were," she pointed out, gesturing to your beaming smile. "You deserve to have more moments like this, Y/N. Moments where you can just be yourself, free from the weight of expectations and obligations."
Your eyes were slightly glassy as Trinity's words sank in, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within you. For so long, you had been conditioned to prioritize the Bloodline above all else, to suppress your own desires and aspirations in service to Roman's ambitions. You didnt realize how you were acting: this depressed, closed-off version of yourself wasn't the real you. And it took the perspective of your friends to make you see it.
"I… I don't know how to do that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The idea of breaking away from the Bloodline, of pursuing your own happiness and fulfillment, felt simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying.
Liv wrapped an arm around your shoulder, offering you a reassuring squeeze. "It's just that, seeing you with this little spark in your eyes again, Y/N," she said, her voice soft and encouraging. "It's like… you've been hiding behind this facade for so long, and tonight, it feels like you're finally starting to break free from it." Ever since you started hanging out with Sami while you and Jey were on tough terms, is what Liv wanted to say, but she refrained from bringing up Sami's name, sensing that it might complicate the conversation.
Trinity nodded in agreement, her expression filled with determination. "We're not saying you have to leave the Bloodline, Y/N. We just want you to remember who you are outside of it. You deserve to pursue your own happiness, whatever that may look like."
Mercedes slid you a fruity drink that she knew would help you relax, offering you a comforting smile. "And it starts with this. Drink up, babe. Tonight, we celebrate you. Tomorrow, we start figuring out what comes next."
You took the drink from Mercedes, feeling a mix of gratitude and apprehension swirling within you. It was a daunting prospect, to consider carving out a life for yourself outside of the Bloodline. But as you looked around at your friends, their unwavering support shining in their eyes, you felt a flicker of hope stirring within you.
"Okay," you said, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Okay, let's do this."
And with that, you raised your glass in a silent toast to the future, to the possibility of rediscovering yourself and finding happiness beyond the confines of the Bloodline. As the music pulsed around you and laughter filled the air, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a brighter path waiting for you on the other side.
Could you really see a path without Roman, or better yet, without Jey? (Or Sami, for that matter?)
"So, spill the tea, Y/N. What's going on between you and Jey? And don't give me the 'it's complicated' nonsense. I want details." Trinity asked after the four of you were considerably drunk, and lounging in the celebrity area of the bar, gossiping about your lives.
Liv had started a farm with her boyfriend, Mercedes was going to Stardom and walking fashion shows, and Trinity was killing it in Impact and telling hot stories from Impact's locker room. Unbeknownst to you, your phone kept going off with calls and messages, but Mercedes made sure to turn it off and make you promise to keep it locked in your pocked for the rest of the night.
You sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. The alcohol had certainly loosened your inhibitions, and you decided to share a bit of the turmoil you'd been experiencing.
"It's just… he's been jealous of Sami ever since he's tried to join the Bloodline. And I honestly don't even know why he's jealous. It's not like there's anything between Sami and me. Jey's just letting Roman's expectations mess with his head, and it's affecting us. I can't deal with the constant questioning and doubt." You poured another round of drinks for the table, needing the liquid courage to open up further.
Mercedes sipped her drinking, deciding whether or not to ask you her question. You saw the look on her face and raised an eyebrow, prompting her to go ahead.
"You and Sami do have some history, though, right?" Mercedes asked, her tone careful. "I mean, there's gotta be a reason Jey's so worked up about it."
You nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, we do have history. We were close friends before he even joined WWE. But it's just that – history. Sami and I have always been just friends. And yeah sure, Sami did kiss me-"
"Huh?"
"Girl!?"
"What?!"
You sighed as all three women reacted to your revelation, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity. The music continued to pulse in the background, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding conversation.
Liv was the first to respond, her eyes wide. "Wait, Sami kissed you? And you're wondering why Jey is so worked up?"
You nodded, feeling a bit exposed but also relieved to finally share this part of your past with your friends. "I know, I know! But hear me out…"
"This better be good," Trinity chimed in, her eyes focused on you as she took a sip of her drink.
You took another deep breath before continuing. "It happened a while ago. Sami was going through a tough time, and in a moment of vulnerability, he kissed me. I immediately made it clear that we were just friends, and nothing more ever happened between us. Jey knows about it, and he knows it wasn't something I reciprocated. But for some reason, he can't seem to let it go."
Mercedes leaned back, processing the information. "And did Sami ever apologize for that? Or clarify things with Jey?"
You sighed, a mix of frustration and understanding in your voice. "Yeah, he did. Sami apologized to both of us, and he made it clear that it was a mistake on his part. But Jey… I don't know. It's like he's holding onto it as this big betrayal, and it's driving a wedge between us."
Trinity shook her head, a disapproving look on her face. "That's on Jey, then. If Sami owned up to his mistake and you've made it clear where you stand, Jey needs to get over it. It's not fair to keep bringing it up and using it against you."
Liv, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "I get where Jey is coming from, but if he's still bitching about something that happened in the past, especially when both you and Sami have clarified it, then it's a problem. He needs to move past it and open up about it and stop holding onto resentment or you need to boot his ass to the curb. You don't deserve to be constantly questioned and doubted, especially if you've been honest and upfront about everything."
You appreciated the support from your friends. The alcohol, the dancing, and the candid conversation were all contributing to a sense of liberation. You felt a weight lifting off your shoulders, and for the first time in days, you could see a way forward.
"You guys are right," you admitted, a determined glint in your eyes.
"We are always right." Mercedes added with a playful smirk, and the four of you burst into laughter again.
"But… do you have feelings for Sami?" Trinity asked, her expression serious as she looked into your eyes.
You hesitated for a moment, contemplating your feelings. The atmosphere in the bar, the support from your friends, and the alcohol-induced courage encouraged you to be honest.
"I… no." You couldn't lie to yourself, and the honesty spilled out. "We used to be close. But we realized we're better off as friends. I care about him a lot, but I don't have romantic feelings for him anymore. Jey knows this, or at least he should." Even through the alcohol induced haze, you knew better than to reveal such personal details without some level of caution. There were things about your relationship with Sami that no one would know, and you weren't ready to share those intricacies.
Trinity nodded, seeming satisfied with your response. "Well, as long as you're clear about your feelings, and you've communicated that to Jey, he needs to respect it. If he can't trust you and let go of the past, then it's his loss."
Mercedes squeezed your hand, her touch conveying solidarity. "Exactly. You deserve someone who trusts and respects you. If Jey can't provide that, then maybe Sami is right, and he doesn't fully understand what he has."
You took a swing of is right, and your drink, appreciating the wisdom and support from your friends. The night had turned into more than just a distraction; it became a catalyst for clarity and self-realization.
"Thanks, guys," you said, your voice sincere. "I needed this. I needed to step back and see things more clearly. And you're right. If Jey can't trust me and keeps holding onto the past, then maybe it's time for a serious conversation or a decision."
Liv grinned, giving you a playful nudge. "That's the spirit! You're a badass, and you deserve someone who sees that and appreciates it."
Trinity raised her glass, a smile on her lips. "To badass women who know their worth and aren't afraid to demand the respect they deserve."
The four of you clinked your glasses together, the sound echoing in the bustling bar. In that moment, surrounded by the support and love of your friends, you felt empowered and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Unbenwonst to you you accidentally dialed Sami's umber while fumbling with your phone. The loud music and the lively atmosphere of the bar made it difficult to notice the call connecting. As your friends continued to share laughs and words of encouragement, your phone rested on the table, unknowingly broadcasting the sounds of the bar to Sami.
On the other end of the line, Sami's phone rested on a table in his hotel room. He had been going through a mental replay of the match against Kevin and the events leading up to it. The tension within the Bloodline was palpable, and Sami couldn't shake the frustration of being used as a pawn in Roman's power play.
Suddenly, he heard the familiar sounds of a bustling bar, laughter, and clinking glasses. Confused, he picked up his phone, noticing the ongoing call with you. He brought the device closer, listening intently.
At first, he wasn't sure what he was hearing, but as the background noise became clearer, he realized he was unintentionally eavesdropping on your conversation with your friends. Sami's curiosity got the better of him, and he hesitated for a moment before deciding to continue listening.
"You and Sami are real close… huh?" Liv's teasing voice echoed through the phone, and Sami's eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the conversation.
You let out an airy giggle, taking another shot and letting the alcohol fuel your candidness. "Yeah, we were." Sami heard something shift before he heard Liv's voice again. "No offense but the two of ya'll seemed perfect for each other. What happened?"
Sami's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing as he continued to eavesdrop unintentionally. The revelation about your history with him was unexpected, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.
You sighed, the alcohol loosening your tongue. "You promise not to tell anyone? Not even Trin or Cedes?" It seemed like Trinity and Mercedes weren't aware of the details you were about to share, and Sami's curiosity intensified.
"Cross my heart," Liv assured, her tone serious.
You took a deep breath, the honesty pouring out. "We dated. It was way before I even met Jey. Everyone kept telling us we had chemistry and that we should give it a shot. He confessed after I won the ROH title, I gave him a shot, and one thing led to another."
"And then what happened, girl?!?"
A pause. And then you continued.
"Then in the morning, we started dating. We took it slow, and everything was fine. But then Kevin got in his head when they were feuding. Told him that he needed to focus on his career and that being with me was a distraction. Sami started questioning what we had, and got insecure about it. I tried to assure him, but he started pulling away. Eventually, we both realized it wasn't working, and I broke it off with him." It seemed like there was more you wanted to say, but you bit your lip and refrained from spilling even more.
You took a sip of your drink, and there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Sami's mind was racing, processing the unexpected revelation. The raw honesty in your voice sent a wave of emotions through him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the way things had unfolded between you two, but grateful that you hadn't revealed the full truth.
"But then we kept having the same chemistry, and he would look at me like he couldn't resist me, and I couldn't resist him either. It became this on-again, off-again thing for a while, and it was messing with my head. I cared about him a lot, but it was so damn complicated. But we stayed best friends, and then I left him behind for the Bloodline… and now Jey has this insecurity about Sami because of Roman's expectations," you continued, your voice carrying the weight of the past.
On the other end of the line, Sami's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Guilt, regret, and a tinge of sadness gripped him as he listened to your candid confession. The history you shared with him suddenly unfolded in a way he hadn't fully understood before.
"And now, Jey can't seem to let go of the fact that Sami kissed me once. Even though we've moved past that, he keeps bringing it up!" Your voice broke out into a cry, and he imagined that Liv was giving you comforting words, trying to soothe the emotional turmoil you were experiencing.
"Shh, it's okay," Liv's voice came through the phone, offering comfort.
"I… I loved him, Liv." He heard Liv whispering words of support and understanding. "But he left me!"
"And now you need to focus on you, on what makes you happy, and on what you deserve," Liv replied, her voice filled with conviction. "You're a strong, independent woman, Y/N, and you don't need anyone who doesn't see your worth."
He heard your sniffles and the distant sounds of the bar, realizing that he was intruding on an intimate and vulnerable moment." Let's get back to the table, enjoy the night, and deal with all of this tomorrow when we're not drowning in alcohol and emotions, okay babe?"
As Liv led you back to the table, the background noise shifted, and Sami could hear the muffled voices of Trinity and Mercedes. The conversation continued, but he made a conscious decision to end the unintentional eavesdropping. Sami hesitated for a moment, then pressed the button to end the call, setting his phone down on the table.
Did you really love Sami once upon a time? A part of Sami felt a mix of emotions—surprise, regret, and a sense of longing. The raw honesty in your voice had stirred something within him, and he found himself grappling with the realization that your history ran deeper than he had initially understood.
He looked at his phone, where Jey was messaging him.
"Sami, I know yo dumbass knows where she is. Tell me."
Sami's eyes narrowed as he read Jey's messages. The tension within the Bloodline seemed to be reaching new heights, and he found himself caught in the middle of it all. Sami debated how to respond, considering the newfound insights he unintentionally gained into your past with him.
He hesitated before sending the message, aware that his words might not sit well with Jey. Sami couldn't shake the sense of responsibility he felt toward you, knowing that you deserved better than the constant questioning and doubts. Yet, he also understood the complex dynamics within the Bloodline and the potential repercussions of taking sides.
What did he want to do? He wanted to be the guy for you. The guy that understood you, supported you, and cherished you. He wanted to hold your hand through the turmoil, be the one you turned to in moments of vulnerability, and prove that he could be the pillar of support you needed. But he fucked up, and he needed to face the consequences. He wasn't glad you didn't tell Liv the full extent of your history with him.
Taking a deep breath, Sami typed a response to Jey.
"I don't know where she is, Jey. Maybe you should give her some space. It's not my place to meddle in your relationship.You're the one who said I need to stay out of your business, so that's what I am gonna do.Good luck finding her."
The tension within the Bloodline had reached a boiling point, and Sami couldn't ignore the weight of the decisions and revelations that had unfolded. His mind was a swirl of conflicting emotions – regret, guilt, longing, and a sense of responsibility for how this all went down.
Then he shut off his phone, and prayed that he could get over you. Sami needed to talk to you, to clarify his own feelings and perhaps offer support if you were ready to accept it, but it wouldn't be tonight.
Then he went to sleep, and hoped that he made the right decision.
You were wobbling on your heels of your shoes as you walked back into the hotel lobby. The four of you had gotten an uber, and they said bye to you with hugs, kisses and smiles, heading their separate ways for the night. The vibrant energy of the bar and the support of your friends had provided a temporary escape, but now reality was seeping back in.
As you entered the hotel elevator, and went up to your floor, you couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within you. The alcohol-induced courage that allowed you to open up to your friends about your relationship struggles was now replaced with a sense of vulnerability.
The elevator doors opened, and you stumbled slightly as you made your way down the hallway to your room. The weight of the revelations and the emotional rollercoaster of the night began to take its toll.
You fumbled with the key card, but it beeped, indicating that it wans't working. You huffed as you tried again and again, but it wouldn't budge.
It wasn't until the 5th time you tried that the door swung open, and you almost fell had it not been for the arms that caught you just in time. A familiar voice spoke, filled with concern.
"Y/N, what are you doing? Easy there," Sami's voice was a steady presence, and his arms wrapped around you to steady you. The scent of his cologne and the warmth of his embrace felt both comforting and disorienting.
You looked up, your eyes meeting Sami's. The dim light in the hallway highlighted the worry etched on his face. His arms steadied you as you regained your balance.
"S-Sami?" you stammered, surprised by his sudden appearance. Your vision was a bit blurry, and the alcohol had made you more unsteady on your feet than you realized.
"Yeah, it's me," he replied, guiding you into the room and closing the door behind you. The dim lighting in the hotel room revealed the aftermath of your earlier emotional journey – makeup smuged, and your hair was slightly tousled from the night's activities. Sami led you to the bed, helping you sit down.
"Are you okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.
"Is this not my room?" you mumbled, still a bit disoriented.
Sami chuckled softly, his fingers gently brushing strands of hair away from your face. "No, it's not. The constant beeping in my room woke me up, and when I opened the door, I found you struggling with your key card."
You let out a small giggle, the alcohol still affecting your senses. "Oops. My bad."
Sami shook his head at your antics, a fond smile playing on his lips. You looked at him and could see the tiredness on his face, and your expression changed from giggly to serious in less than a second. "I-Im sorry that I woke you up!" Tears formed in your eyes as you felt a rush of emotions. The events of the night, the revelations, and the emotional rollercoaster had left you feeling vulnerable and raw.
Sami's heart dropped as he watched you cry, his concern deepening. He knelt down in front of you, his hand gently cupping your cheek.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't cry." He said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. He wiped away a tear with his thumb, his touch gentle against your skin. The vulnerability in your eyes tugged at something within him, a mix of regret and the desire to offer comfort.
"I'm not mad that you woke me up. Are you okay?" Sami asked, his tone soft and caring.
You nodded, sniffing and wiping away more tears. "I just... it's been a lot tonight, you know? The girls and the drinks and... everything." The emotions that you had kept at bay for most of the night now threatened to overwhelm you. "Did Jey ask you where I was?"
Sami nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, he did. He's worried about you."
You sighed, looking down at your hands. "I was just hanging with the girls, and-" You hiccuped- "To forget that me and Jey were fighting." Your eyes went teary again, and Sami's heart sank as he listened to your words. "But I just feel worse."
You peered up at him, and the tension between the two of you was palpable. Sami could sense the emotional turmoil within you, and a part of him longed to be the one to ease that pain. "Why does everyone keep questioning me? Why can't they just trust me?" you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice tearing at Sami's heart.
Sami sighed, his thumb gently tracing circles on your cheek. "People make mistakes, Y/N. Sometimes, they let their insecurities and doubts cloud their judgment. It's not a reflection of you. You're strong, and you deserve trust and respect."
You leaned into his touch, appreciating the comfort he offered. The emotional exhaustion of the night was catching up with you, and Sami's presence provided a sense of solace.
You started giggling, which made Sami smile in response. "What's so funny?" he asked, genuinely curious.
You wiped away another tear, chuckling softly. "Y'know, Liv asked me why Jey is so jealous of you, and I told her that *hiccup* we used to be real close, if you know what I mean." You looked at Sami with a tipsy grin, your words slightly slurred.
Sami's eyes widened slightly, surprised by your confession. The tipsy honesty in your words sent a shiver down Sami's spine. He wasn't prepared for this revelation, and the complexity of your history together suddenly became more apparent. He wondered how much Liv knew, how much she understood about the dynamics between you and him.
He remained silent, allowing you to continue. "And she told me that we seemed perfect for each other. And I started thinking, maybe we were. But then... Kevin got in your head, and you started questioning everything." You sighed, the alcohol making the words spill out more freely than you had intended.
Sami's expression shifted, a mix of regret and understanding. "I messed up, Y/N. I let the pressure get to me, and I let Kevin's words affect us. I should have trusted you."
You looked at him, your gaze sincere. "But you will always listen to Kevin, won't you? You'll always try not to hurt the people you care about, even if it means hurting yourself," you said, the alcohol making your words a bit more candid.
Sami sighed, his eyes meeting yours. "I made a mistake, and I let it affect our friendship. But that doesn't mean I'll always choose loyalty over the people I care about." He placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm. "Loyalty means nothing when you 're hurting the ones you love. I've learned that the hard way."
You nodded, a mix of emotions swirling within you. You looked at Sami, your eyes searching his for sincerity. The vulnerability in Sami's eyes mirrored your own, and for a moment, the weight of the past seemed to hang between you two.
Unlike Jey, he made his loyalty clear, but not at the expense of hurting those he cared about. The stark contrast made you realize the complexities of the relationships within the Bloodline. Sami's admission struck a chord, and you could see the genuine remorse in his eyes.
"I told her about us, Sami. About everything. And how Jey is so hung up on that one kiss, and it's like... it's like it's haunting us. Like it's this dark cloud that won't go away," you confessed, your voice trembling.
You tugged on your dress strap, making sure it was still in place. Sami watched as you adjusted your dress, his eyes never leaving yours. The weight of your words lingered in the air, and Sami could sense the depth of the emotions you were experiencing. He remained silent, absorbing your confession and trying to find the right words to respond.
"I just don't know how to fix things anymore," you continued, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. The vulnerability in your eyes resonated with Sami, and he felt a strong desire to provide comfort and support.
Sami took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. You felt your skin prickle with the intensity of his stare. "Start by talking to him. C'mon, I'll take you to your room, and tomorrow you can have an honest conversation with Jey. Lay everything out on the table, Y/N. The misunderstandings, the insecurities, the mistakes. If you both care about each other, you owe it to yourselves to try and find a way through this."
Sami's words were sincere, and you could sense the genuine concern in his eyes. Despite the complexities of your history, there was an underlying friendship that neither of you could deny. His advice resonated with you, and a sense of determination flickered within.
You nodded, wiping away the last of your tears. Sami extended a hand to you, offering support. You hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, and he helped you stand up.
The room swayed a bit, but Sami's steadying presence anchored you. He let you lean on him as he led you towards the door. The hallway lights blurred as you walked, and Sami kept a protective arm around you.
"Thanks, Sami," you said, your voice a bit more composed. "I appreciate your honesty and, well, being here."
Sami smiled warmly, his hand still on your shoulder. "Anytime, Y/N. Friends help each other through tough times." The word friend made his heart hurt, but he pushed aside his own feelings, focusing on being there for you in this moment of vulnerability.
As you reached your room, Sami stopped and faced you. "You got this, okay? Tomorrow is a new day, and you can work things out. Just be honest and true to yourself. He's a hothead, but he cares about you. Sometimes, he just needs things spelled out clearly."
He also knew Roman would have his head if you and Jey didn't work things out. He assigned his 'Honorary Uce' to look out for you, and Sami took that responsibility seriously.
You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thanks, Sami. I'll do my best."
Sami returned the smile, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "That's the spirit. Take care, okay?"
You smiled up at him, like the stars in the night sky were in his orbs, a mix of emotions twinkling in your eyes. The tension between you was as prominent as ever, and you could practically taste the anticipation in the air.
Sami was staring down at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual. The unspoken words hung between you two, a silent acknowledgment of the shared history and the emotions that had surfaced during this unexpected encounter.
"You're a really good friend, you know that?'" You smiled at him, the lingering words between you and Sami hanging in the air. The atmosphere shifted, and there was a palpable tension.
The alcohol made you way more honest, but you were aware that you should snap out of whatever was building between you and Sami. You needed to focus on resolving things with Jey, not getting entangled in another emotional web. Sami's eyes softened as he looked at you, a mixture of emotions playing on his face.
Sami cleared his throat, his expression becoming more guarded. "I try my best," he replied, his voice a bit quieter.
You gave him a small nod, still feeling the weight of the emotional exchange. "Well, goodnight, Sami. And thanks again," you said, stepping into your room.
"Goodnight, Y/N. Take care," Sami replied, offering a final reassuring smile before turning away and heading back to his room.
As you closed the door behind you, the events of the night swirled in your mind. The encounter with Sami added an unexpected layer to the already complex emotions you were dealing with. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself of Sami's advice to have an honest conversation with Jey. The challenges ahead seemed daunting, but with newfound determination, you were ready to face them.
Wargames was tomorrow, but you had never felt less prepared for the battles both inside and outside the ring. The emotional turmoil had taken a toll on you, and as you changed into more comfortable clothes, you couldn't help but replay the night's events in your mind.
Unbeknownst to you, Sami had run into Kevin in the hotel hallway as he made his way back to his room. He internally rolled his eyes at the sight of Kevin, a reminder of the tangled web of emotions and conflicts that had affected your relationship with Jey. Kevin, sensing Sami's presence, turned to face him with a sympathetic look on his face, as if he wasn't gonna go to war with him tomorrow.
"Rough night?" Kevin asked, swiping his card to get a late-night snack from the vending machine.
Sami glared at Kevin, his guard immediately up. "You're one to talk."
Kevin chuckled, paying for his snack and turning to face Sami. "Look Sami, I don't know what Roman told you to get you this brainwashed as his 'Honorary Uce,' but you're treading on thin ice. Y/N deserves better, and you know it."
Sami's jaw clenched at Kevin's words, a surge of frustration bubbling within him. The history and tensions between Kevin and himself were as intricate as the web of emotions surrounding your relationships with Jey and Sami.
"Stay out of it, Kevin. You don't know anything," Sami retorted, his tone sharp.
Kevin raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I know more than you think. And I know I might have hurt you in the past-"
"Might have?' Kevin rolled his eyes at Sami, continuing. "Okay, I did. But I have never treated you like a second class citizen, Sami. Remember that when Roman has you picking up his dry cleaning," Kevin said, his tone a mixture of mockery and seriousness.
Sami's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration with Kevin palpable. He took a step closer, the tension between them escalating. "They are a family to each other, Kevin. Something you wouldn't understand. And I'm not doing this for Roman. I'm doing it for her, for Y/N-" Sami realized he said too much, his words hanging in the air. Kevin's eyes narrowed, processing Sami's slip of the tongue.
"And what do you think Roman is gonna do when he finds out how to use her against you? When he realizes you've gotten too close? You think he won't manipulate her to get what he wants?" Kevin's words cut through the tension, his gaze unwavering.
Sami's jaw tightened, and he shot back, "I'm not afraid of Roman. And Y/N is smarter than that."
Kevin scoffed, shaking his head. "The same one that went back to Jey after you, right? The same one that's caught in the crossfire of your loyalty to Roman? You're naive if you think Roman won't use that against you." Kevin stepped closer to Sami, their faces inches apart. The air was thick with tension, both men locked in a silent battle of wills.
"I don't need your advice, Kevin. You're not exactly a beacon of successful relationships," Sami spat, his voice low and controlled.
Kevin's smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. "At least I'm not letting the love of my life get hurt by a guy who will always pick his family over someone like her. Open your eyes, Sami. Roman might be your 'family,' but he won't hesitate to throw you under the bus if it serves him."
Sami's nostrils flared, and he clenched his fists, the intensity of the confrontation escalating. Kevin's words struck a nerve, awakening doubts and fears that Sami had tried to bury. The complexity of his loyalty to Roman and the tangled emotions involving you and Jey seemed to tighten its grip on him.
Kevin watched the emotions play out on Sami's face, each one revealing a different layer of the internal struggle. Despite their history, Kevin's words managed to penetrate Sami's defenses, sparking a seed of doubt in his mind.
"Jey is a snake, just like his piece of shit cousin. It might not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but eventually Roman will finish using Y/N and ask Jey to be the one to put her down. And what will he do?" Kevin's face was inches away from Sami's, filled with a mix of bitterness and concern.
Sami's mind raced, processing the weight of Kevin's words. The hallway seemed to close in around them as they stood locked in a silent battle of ideologies. "He will betray her, follow orders like a loyal dog, and leave her broken. And you will wondering if you could have done something to prevent it," Kevin concluded, his words hanging in the air.
Sami's gaze bore into Kevin's, a storm of conflicting emotions raging within him. The hallway was eerily silent, the tension between them almost tangible. Sami took a deep breath, trying to push aside the doubts and fears that Kevin's words had stirred.
"You don't know anything about my relationship with Roman, and you certainly don't know anything about Y/N and Jey," Sami retorted, his voice firm.
Kevin chuckled, a bitter edge to the sound. "I know that you have this kind of pull on Y/N that goes beyond friendship. I've seen the way she looks at you, the way you look at her. You may think you're doing the right thing, but you're just setting yourself up for heartbreak. And for what? Roman's approval? A place in his so-called family?"
Sami's expression hardened, a mixture of frustration and inner turmoil. Kevin's words were like a relentless assault on his convictions. The internal conflict reached a boiling point, and Sami's response was laced with a raw honesty.
"I don't need your approval or anyone else's. I'm doing what I think is right," Sami declared, his voice resolute.
Kevin shook his head, a disappointed sigh escaping his lips. "You're blinded by loyalty, Sami. It's gonna cost you more than you realize." He grabbed the food from the vending machine, before turning back to Sami, and Sami paused.
The confrontation in the hotel hallway had reached its peak, both men standing their ground with a shared history and conflicting loyalties. Sami realized that this Kevin was nothing he ever faced. He wasn't angry. He wasn't trying to tear Sami down with insults or physical threats. He was genuinly concerned, and it struck a chord with Sami.
"Tomorrow, you have the choice to either blindly follow orders and be a pawn in Roman's game or to bring both you and Y/N out of this mess." Kevin said, his tone more somber now. "If you leave, she'll realize that the Bloodline is not worth the sacrifice, and you'll get your girl back, our best fried back. If you stay, you'll be dragged down with her when Roman decides she's expendable. And I won't be there to pick up the pieces. The choice is yours."
Kevin's words lingered in the air, the weight of his advice settling on Sami's shoulders, and his gaze even more probing. With that, Kevin walked away, leaving Sami standing alone in the hotel hallway, wrestling with the internal turmoil sparked by their confrontation.
Sami took a deep breath, his mind racing as he tried to process the complex web of emotions and loyalties that surrounded him. The encounter with Kevin had shaken him to the core, forcing him to confront the potential consequences of his choices. The loyalty to Roman, the complicated history with you, and the growing realization of the impact on his own happiness all collided in his mind.
Should he listen to Kevin? Should he betray the Tribal Chief in the heat of battle so he could salvage his relationship/friendship with you? Should he risk everything for a chance at a different future? Should he ignore Kevin and stay true to the Bloodline, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness and potentially hurting you by Roman using one of you as a pawn to get the other in line? He didn't know what he was gonna do.
But he knew one thing.
He had to choose between you, Roman, and Kevin. And he didn't know which one would be the right path to take. Each option seemed to carry its own set of risks and consequences, and Sami found himself torn between his loyalty to Roman, his feelings for you, and the warnings Kevin had presented.
But no matter what... tomorrow, he needed to be prepared for war.
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LAST TIME ON MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS: THE RETURN: Depressed milf Kim just got finished traumadumping onto Trini's relative Selena about all the shit that happened on the Moon 22 years ago, just to find out that this wasn't Trini's relative at all, but some mysterious white-haired witch out for revenge???? I guess it makes sense it would never be the simpler option. MMPR: The Return #3!
= So here's the reveal of the dialogue that was blacked out in the previews! Selena Repulsa, the daughter of Rita Repulsa and Lord Zedd, is official! There's something very funny about the fact that she didn't even use a fake name for her Kwan family disguise. She heard Sylvia had an S name and was like sweet, I can just play the alliteration card
= I mentioned before in the first issue that this series was already discussing the topic of secret identities in a more nuanced way than the main series' "Zordon is a tyrant for having rules" strategy so I'm happy that's being continued here. YES public use of the powers can be used for good in society but ALSO it can make it really, really, REALLY easy for your enemies to pick you off the street
= also UNCLE HOWARD SPOTTED
= YEAH BABY
= Selena is hilarious btw. YOU BUILT A BOMB AND ARE SURPRISED IT KILLED PEOPLE?
= this is Dungeon Meshi
= I already made the Paul Dano does he know?.png joke but I can't help it. It's too perfect. Alternatively: Kimberly Hart Dreamworks Face
= Zedd is noticeably less involved in this story than Rita is (as per the usual with BOOM books, admittedly) but I do like how this plan still uses him in some way. Part of me is still curious as to what Dad Zedd would have been like, though
= she's meditating, guys she's died
= he was literally born to be a girl dad and the fact that his "main universe" child is a son makes me fucking sick
= also off-subject but I see the occasional comment about how the civilian forms for these flashbacks look too young and it's like.....guys. They're only 22. If anything, drawing them like how they looked on the show is ACCURATE to their age, considering how old the actors themselves were when they were on the show kjdkfjdkfjd and anyway Dino Thunder lied to you. Tommy would absolutely be wearing tank tops as an adult. Those long sleeves were the devil's work
= I still say I don't want to get attached to any theory about Tommy and whether or not he'll end up alive but Rita seeming to be aware that he saved her daughter and getting his attention before doing the spell...........that's probably going to be important
= You guys don't understand how much I need the scene where Tommy and Kim discovered she was pregnant and the conversations they had afterwards. Every "ranger kid" story has been so bad about "what does the parent think about their kids one day inheriting their ranger powers" and The Return is the one closest to understanding this is a very logical and rational conversation to have!!!!!!!
= also Olivia was 100% unplanned this i just the vibe i get. And props to my gender-inclusive king Tommy Oliver
= "no more Power Rangers.......except my daughter who's COOL as FUCK"
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In her documentary, Taylor talks about how she's always had a need to be seen as "good" and how she's been raised to be fulfilled by other people's approval. The whole documentary is framed in a way to portray her as this young woman who is just always trying to make everyone happy and how she's done with that and she's going to do what she wants. Basically, it focuses on her reputation era. But looking back, the person she portrayed herself as in the documentary and the person we're seeing now feel like completely different people. I don't feel comfortable making a diagnosis because I don't know her personally and I'm not qualified anyway but I do know enough about the subject to say she gives off some very narcissistic vibes with how she constantly and consistently victimizes herself and always turns around the blame to everyone but herself while also trying to make herself come off as this empowered girl boss. That's always bothered me about many celeb documentaries. Even Selena Gomez's one. It's just always framed in a way to make the celeb in question the constant victim and make anyone who ever criticized them for anything feel guilty.
But for Taylor, anytime she has had criticism for anything, she has always had more than 2x the amount of people defending her. And there is so much self-congratulation literally as she's talking about what a victim she's been. Like how can people justify the contradictions of her entire persona. And it really angers me on a personal level that Taylor gets to maintain this flawless goddess image where she claims the music industry has done her dirty while getting every award and the same people that love to talk about how corrupt the music industry is (which it totally is) will celebrate and act like Taylor deserves an award for winning an award. I'm just legitimately angry and sick to my stomach watching this phenomenon and seeing even otherwise reasonable people lose their minds and become hypocrites over her. Her fans are literally out there body shaming her ex and making the exact comments about him as she has always said hurt her.
I also hate this narrative that she built about being an "unhinged woman" where she is calling herself a nice girl who is "fucked in the head" because she is literally fetishizing mental illness. She'll complain about being accused of victimizing herself while victimizing herself and encouraging her fans to do the same. She literally talks about playing narcissists like a violin which is not something you can do. She's literally parroting something a narcissist would say to hype themselves up. The parts where she's talking about Joe make me so angry now because she's done such a 180 since then. And the fact that she had the nerve to show Harry and Tom in the scenes where she's talking about her love life and there's a whole scene of her recording and performing Getaway Car. Just seeing her face now is disturbing to me yet I can't look away either
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Brittany and Hunter have been a thing for a long time. He started publicly liking her Insta posts back in late Jan early Feb, and she started publicly following him back in March right before she went to NC to film The Hunting Wives.
He visited her in NC for a while before he left on a 6 week trip to Asia, and by this stage they were wearing matching NC trucker hats and Britt was following him on her private Insta. He even attended cast outings to Coyote Joes. When he came back from Asia, he attended the cast wrap party and started following some of the cast.
He attended multiple screenings with Britt for The Good Half as well as the premiere with his bestie/manager and Brittany has practically been living with him and hanging out at this Malibu beach house he seems to share with a load of his influencer friends.
He’s pretty tight with Britts friends Mimi and Brett already and can usually be seen liking and commenting on their posts and also follows Kelley Jakle and Chrissie Fit.
When Britt posted about going to NYC for 5 months for her next work gig, Hunter posted a story to his own Instagram about basing himself in NYC for the next couple of months so pretty sure they’re also shacking up together in NYC.
Hunter is very immersed in the social media influencer culture, and a lot of his friends are influencers, content creators, or have become famous because of the platform. Which is fine, but there are friends of his that he is tight with that seem to be intentionally controversial/problematic.
He’s besties with Tana Mongeau and Brooke Schofield from the Cancelled podcast (both of which Brittany now follows) and both are shady as fuck. Tana is also his ex. And a lot of his more high profile friends (Selena Gomez, Brooklyn Beckham and Nicola Peltz) he met through his ex that he broke up with right before Brittany.
I’m not saying Hunter is shady, although I am dubious about him, but it’s concerning to me that after dumping her ex husband because of his clout chasing, social climbing ways, Brittany is now already shacking up with a guy who has built his profile quite literally off of social climbing.
As for soft launching their relationship, Hunters 30th bday is next week, so there could potentially be more content coming soon.
Brittany seems to be intentionally keeping her new relationship behind the scenes because of what happened with Tyler, but there are habits of hers when it comes to men that are already starting to show. Like following Hunters profile through September Letters and practically moving a guy in after only a couple of months.
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oraia's timeline for her SPN verse
3521 BCE: born in the Nile Delta
3100s: exiled from Poseidon’s kingdom to the island Polyaigos
2650: meets & trains w/Artemis for the first time
[2580 – 2510: Old Kingdom/Pyramids of Giza are built; increase in elaborate burials as the Kemetic peoples/Ancient Egyptians place more emphasis on the afterlife so Oraia’s mom, Nebet-Het, is much busier]
2500s: she finds her mom & they are forced to leave Kemet/Egypt by Sutekh, so the pair go south to live with w/the Kerma people in Southern Nubia/Sudan. Before Oraia leaves Kemet, she meets her half-brother Anpu/Anubis [Maani - middle-class immigrant from Kemet]
2400s: her mom tells her that they both need to reconnect w/their families, so Oraia goes back to Greece for a bit before exploring Anatolia & the Ancient Middle East (the Akkadian Empire & ___?) where she comes in contact w/some of the Mesopotamian gods
c. 450: God leaves Heaven sometime within the century, as he did so after Gabriel did the same (Gabriel would take on Loki's identity around the time the Norse pantheon was being worshipped). Anubis is chosen to judge the human souls. Oraia is subsequently forced to work for Heaven.
late 331: sees the Hanging Gardens & the Library of Pergamum; not long after Alexander the Great (d. 323) captures Babylon, she moves back to Greece since her father’s family is busy in the Roman Republic [Artemisia Stavros - owned her own property after inheriting a bunch of money in Macedon]
— [YEAR ONE] —
c. 200 – moves to Carthage (a part far from Greece, just in case) [Ketha - young Kemetic woman looking for family]
[146: Greece becomes the Roman province Achaea]
[272: most of the Library of Alexandria is destroyed]
c. 300: witnesses the persecution of pagans
late 300s – 400s: journeys to Avalon with the fey
[476: Western Roman Empire falls]
[late May 542: King Arthur’s rule ends]
6 June 1646 – 2 July 1699: lives in Versailles [as Hortense Mancini]
1700s: she has adventures on the American frontier, where she lives w/varioustribes including that of the Yamani/NE Maidu people [as Olivia “Momim” (Water) Hodge]
1800s – early 1900s: takes slaves to Canada to be free; secretly helps the Union [Oriana Haven - French widow in Spanish Louisiana]
1917 – 11 Nov 1918: serves as translator, then later she joins the Armed Forces as a war nurse during WWI [as Evelyn Wood]
20s – 30s: is a flapper/part-time medium on the East Coast; she fucks a demon
1 Sept 1939 – 2 Sept 1945: helps Jews escape Eastern Europe during WWII
60s: protests the Vietnam War & fights for Civil Rights [as Kiana Marshall]
70s – 80s: DJ’d in South America [as Maya Selena Analicia aka Ana Licia]
00s – present: works as an art dealer/part-time exorcist & repatriator [as Artemisia Stavros]
Temperament: naive & adventurous (birth - post 400s); hot-tempered & rebellious (500s - 1800s); social & mature (sometime in the 1800s - present day)
Languages Learned (in order, by 2005 CE):
inherited ability to speak to aquatic & equine creatures & birds of prey
unnamed Proto-Greek Indo-European language aka Pelasgian
conversational Kemetic/Ancient Egyptian
language spoken by the Kerma (present-day Sudan)
language spoken by the Minoans (present-day Crete)
Hittite
Luwian
Attic/Classical Greek
Faespeak (very similar to Archaic Irish aka Proto-Goidelic)
conversational Italian
some Latin
(European) French
Maidu
English
some French Creole
some German
Portuguese
some Spanish
Modern Greek + French
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It was their first time on the mainland and Sarah couldn't keep her attention on one thing for too long; she was amazed by the waterways that fed this city and how everyone moved about by boat. But she was also overwhelmed by the amount of people in one tiny area, the festival that lit Altissia, keeping an eye on little Selena, teenaged Nyx, and trying to keep Kaleb away from work. But later that night, as fireworks lit the sky, she smiled at her boy. "Are you enjoying the trip?"
this place was ... so fucking cool. not like the metropolis he imagined the crown city to be, hell now - none of those buildings that were tall enough to tickle the king's wall, but it was still so ... full here.
every street teemed with shops fronts and doorways. the pavement and streets were pristine and tailored to the tourism that altissia built its attraction on - every inch of space given over to stalls and arcade games for the festival. kids chasing moogles around, lovers hanging over the arched pedestrian bridges, watching the gondolas laze by beneath.
this was a world away from galahd, but yet the air still smelled the same - the salty tang coated the back of his throat, venturing down to where the men were lined up on the docks, all vying to reel in the biggest fish and it smelled like home.
except they weren't at home. and mom and dad were both here.
both, together. here. not fighting. not arguing. he wasn't sleeping at grandma and grandpa's house. there wasn't the stale, uneasy quietness that usually led to nyx either launching headfirst into the argument or to him steering selena out of the room.
selena was happy - giggling and laughing, swinging out of their dad's arm, begging him to try his hand at the minigame with the dancing cactuar ... he was happy too. laughing and shaking his head at selena's begging, telling her how he promised their mom that he wouldn't go on a hunt. nyx had even spied his mom and dad holding hands at one stage, while selena had stooped to play with a chocobo chick.
it had been a perfect day in whole. like a dream. this was how things were meant to be, right?
leaning his forearms on the railings that guarded the edge of the docks, it was dark waters as far as he could see and then the fireworks light up the night sky, their hazed reflection shimmering on the water. blinking up at the colourful display, the teenager nodded his head at his mother's quiet question.
' mmm-hmmm ... i wish it could be like this all the time, ma. and i don't mean altissia - i like seeing you happy. you, dad and selena. '
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you don’t see selena gomez talking about the shittiness of north korea and it’s autocratic government. you don’t see bts speaking on the issues palestinians are facing right now. you don’t see harry styles talking about income inequality in the united states.
so why are these fucking minecraft youtubers expected to know absolutely everything about every possible problem going on in the world right now as well as being expected to speak on it whenever people bring it up.
half of these people are fucking teenagers who wanted to make content on the internet because it interested them. they aren’t activists. they didn’t sign up to be activists. stop treating them like one.
they are content creators existing to provide content. entertainment. if they want to use their platform that they built to speak on issues that they’re passionate about? great! amazing! but this entire belief that if they don’t speak on something or aren’t educated on a problem means they’re racist or homophobic or transphobic or literally anything else is such a dangerous mindset to have.
content creators are not activists. they don’t owe you anything. it’s great if they feel they are responsible and educated enough to speak on these issues and help people, but expecting them to do anything other than what they’re signed up for, which is creating content for entertainment is a fools dream that shouldn’t be indulged.
you don’t see older fandoms asking their ccs to say “can you please say gay rights?” or asking for their opinion on racial issues.
BECAUSE IT’S NOT THEIR FUCKING JOB
of course fucking gay rights. of course racial issues are valid and should be talked about. BUT THEY’RE PLAYING A VIDEO GAME ABOUT FUCKING BLOCKS.
TALK TO AN ACTIVIST IF YOU WANT AN INFORMED OPINION. THAT’S THEIR JOB. NOT A MINECRAFT YOUTUBER. NOT ANY YOUTUBER UNLESS THEY HAVE ALREADY EXPLICITLY SAID THEY BELIEVE THEMSELVES MATURE ENOUGH TO TALK ABOUT IT.
i am sick and fucking tired of everyone using twitter as a way to educate people. twitter threads are not reliable sources of information. you know what are?
ted talks
websites formatted specifically by activists
organization pages without fucking character limits
stop expecting content creators to know everything. they don’t. they never will. they’ll mess up. they’ll make mistakes. that doesn’t make them fucking racist.
mcyttwt is a fucking joke and i hope that app burns
#tommyinnit#discourse#mcyt#ranboo#dreamwastaken#dream smp#mcyttwt#tubbo#georgenotfound#sapnap#mcyttwt critical#mcyt fandom
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Celebrities who have been “activist” in the past or who have built part of they brand about speaking out being silent when it comes to Palestine speaks volumes. They are not good people and they do not actually care about anything that does not directly benefit them or their image. They would rather stay silent and wait everything out than do the bare minimum for literal children being murdered.
While other people who are speaking out are loosing so much, their jobs, their opportunities, their livelihoods.
Let me be very clear SILENCE IS VIOLENCE.
Taylor swift, Selena Gomez, Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, ALL OF THEM! Fuck all of them!
NEVER FORGET THAT THEY STAYED SILENT WHILE PEOPLE LOST THEIR LIVES
NEVER FORGET THEY STAYED SILENT WHILE A GENOCIDE WAS GOING ON
NEVER FORGET THEIR THEG STAYED SILENT WHILE HOSPITALS WERE BOMBED.
I will never forgive, support or think of any of these people as good people again. I hope from the bottom of my heart they suffer karma for their actions. I hope they are seen for who they are and treated as such.
Fuck them. Fuck them all.
FREE PALESTINE!
SUPPORT PALESTINE!
FROM RIVER TO SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE!
also can i just say at this point i literally could not give less of a fuck about what selena gomez/taylor swift/beyonce/*insert celebrity here* have to say about palestine because they aren’t!!! saying!!! anything!!!! and that in itself is the loudest statement of all. i genuinely just do not care about the opinions of those who have been too spineless to speak out against one of the most horrific atrocities in human history as it plays out in real time in front of us…. they’re nothing more than gluttonous capitalists who refuse to use their platforms for anything but sucking their deluded fans dry of money.
#palestine#taylor swift#selena gomez#beyonce#lady gaga#isreal#free palestine#free gaza#free palestine 🇵🇸#i stand with palestine 🇵🇸#from the river to the sea 🇵🇸#free gaza 🇵🇸
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thinking about the first scene in selena’s documentary about how shes crying and talking about how she doesn’t have the “ass” and wants “a smaller stomach” and is “built like a 12 year old boy” and then you think about how she was constantly being cheated on with girls that had the different body shapes then her. and then thinking about the zane lowe interview she just had where she said the tour scenes are the hardest to watch because she was so mean to herself because of what someone else was saying to her about her body and her tour looks and how she will “never tolerate that abuse again”. fuck justin bieber. i dont give a flying fuck
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Sandra was on the phone with an aimportant client when Bill, the security guard walked into her office and closed the door behind him. He did not say a word, indicating that she should finish her call first. “So, as we discussed, the contract will be sent to you at least by Friday and we need it signed by everyone by at least the 3rd next month. Good? Good.” She put the phone down and stared at her security guard “Yes Bull, what is it?” “My name is Bill and I...... *sigh* nevermind. There is a situation developing in R&D.” “A situation?” “Yes. Apparently, over the last few months a group of them have siphoned off funds from several other projects, not enough to be noticed but enough for a secret project. Not cleared by the board.” “My my my, that is a situation indeed. I threatened to cut down their research funding if they could not come up with a new product soon, at least a concept. And they have been having a secret project all along?” “Yes. They have been working on something called a reality matrix.” “A what now?” “From what I can tell, they have created a stable wormhole to infinity universes. From the matrix, they can pick and choose anything really. They are very serious about this thing and I think it might work. They are not happy about it, but they let me in on their little project once I busted them.” “Well, this sounds incredible. Did you see it for yourself? Did they make it work?” “Not yet, but they should do so in.... *checks watch* about 2 seconds.” “Why n......”
“Fuuuuuuck what was that?” “That was them testing the device. On you.” “What? Fuck fuck fuck... My clothes..... My ears? My hair? How?” “I told you the Reality matrix can change anything. In this case, it change your body with that of an elf with a very slutty dress. Oh, and they also changed your mind so you would obey any verbal command.” “This is ludicrous, change me back this instant or” “Or what? Shut up and kneel slave.” “........................” Sandra could only watch on in horror from her own eyes as her body slammed her lips together and kneed down. Not a word, not a sound escaped her lips. She tried a pleading look on her face as a last resort. “Much better. Now, only obey my commands from now on for all eternity. That should put a stop to anyone else trying to take you over.” Sandra kept on pleading, squirming at the same time in her clothing. It was obvious this body was built for sex. She hated to admit it, but deep down a tiny part of her liked it. And it was getting louder. “You have called me the wrong name so many times, I think this is only fitting. You now only know your name to be Selana. It has never been anything different.” Selana was a bit perplexed at that, her name always had been that. Why would he make a command.... oh, because of the command she could not remember. This was weird. Each time she tried to recall her own name, Selana came up, when she should be sure it was something else just a few minutes ago. “Now, the boys in R&D set this up for me as a test, but I think we can make oh so many more changes. And you will love each and every one of them.” And just like that, the tiny voice in Selanas mind grew to encompass her entire brain. Staying silent as she was commanded to do, she came, right there and then. her bodys pent up sexual energies expelled. A smile crept across her lips.
Weeks later *Fuck. Suck. Fuck. Suck.” “Fuckdoll, I’m home!” “FuuuuUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK” “Ahhhh. Another great day in the new world. How was your day?” “FFfffffff fuck. Suck. Fuck. Suck.” “Glad to hear it. Here.” *a cock is presented in front of Fucktoy 1s face* “Suck. Shufk.” Inside the mind of Fucktoy, there was 2 entities. One sitting on top of the other, clearly in a position of power. Looking like twins. Fuckdoll on top, running the mind. But below her, Selena. Stuck to live eternity like this. Subjugated by her own mind, yet kept around as a chair. And she could not be happier.
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Hey I was wondering if you could do a fic with channie about if you have a vagina with hair? cause, you know, it’s such a pain to shave/wax down there and it makes me insecure sometimes thinking boys won’t like it. thank you!
ahh I feel you on the part where it's a pain lol shaving is so annoying (in east asian culture I've actually picked up that they don't shave down there anyway so I think the real Chan or just most Korean celebrities wouldn't really bat an eyelash at it (?) lol)
PS: this kinda made me understand I'm not that good at hurt/comfort 😬 but enjoy
Closer
pairing: soft long distance bf! chris x afab yn
warnings: actually pretty soft ngl, creampie, penetrative sex, clitoral stimulation, a bunch of random touching, nipple play when you really hone in on the details, maybe one pet/nickname and also dirty talk but what is a smut fic without dirty talk?
chris' close friend hyunjin got married eight hours ago. he'd never met you, but as his best friend's plus one, you were treated like family: grand buffet packed with traditional korean dishes, unlimited champagne and wine, and the family-lounge away from all the third-cousins his parents invited for formality's sake.
hyunjin's 7-year-old niece caught the bridal bouquet, all stomaches were filled, and everybody sang their hearts out on the poor karaoke machine. in short: you had fun.
but after 4am, you arrive at the hotel, high-heeled shoes the first thing to come off, and you remove all the layers: hair pins, make up, dress, spanx.
chris takes off your necklace, fingers cold against your neck, and whispers, "haven't really had any one-on-one moments today, hm?"
you know where this is going but there’s a minor problem: you had to rush getting ready for the wedding because your flight was late, so you only shaved what the dress exposes.
you two haven’t seen each other in a month and during that time, between lectures and finals, you couldn’t have bothered less about your pubic hair. one less thing to do in the shower.
but now you regret it. because his leg presses between your hips from behind you, and his kisses have gotten wet.
“sorry, channie, but I haven’t shaved in…a bit. I can help you, and tomorrow I'll shave properly.”
“but I don’t care about that stuff, just want you close.”
"tomorrow, yea?" you sit on the bed and put your necklace on the nightstand.
he follows you like a lost puppy, keeping enough distance.
"I wouldn't judge you. especially not for something as small as that. hair is normal and I'm also not always shaved."
"I know...just wanna look good for you."
"alright selena gomez, can I love my girlfriend now?"
"what if I like it like that? a bit unruly?"
"yea?" you tilt your head and stare at his lips. maybe it really doesn't matter.
"yea. I like you in every single way." he trails a wet path of kisses down your neck, down to your collarbone. "and I also want to take you in every single way so if you won't let me love you I might have to kiss you until you're soaking and begging for me." now he comes closer, gaining confidence from the inquiry of your stare. maybe he should fuck that insecurity out of you.
"what if I want you to?"
"oh?" the smirk on his face only grows bigger when you shift to sit on his lap.
because he's right. you can trust him. you want and love each other and that's the only thing that matters right now.
"let me make you feel good, baby, huh?"
his forehead finds yours, and he swallows your little gasps and sighs that you respond to his touch with.
his hands trail up your thighs, then squeeze your waist. and when you tug at his shirt, he flips you onto your back.
"gosh, all night I couldn't wait. it's been way too long." he whispers in your ear, kisses your neck, tickles your cheeks with his curls.
slowly, he takes your shirt off. it tickles when cold air hits hair around your nipples, but chris is quick to replace that feeling with pleasure by twirling his tongue. and you wrap your legs around him.
it doesn't take long for the both of you to lie bare in front of each other, uncomfort long forgotten as the pulse between your legs allows no other thoughts than those of chris inside of you.
"please." your back archs as you close your eyes.
"please what, baby?" his lips brush against yours as he mumbles.
"please fuck me. now." you grab his girth and pump him a few times before aligning.
"so wet and demanding."
"already losing your mind, chan?"
"sight's too pretty." he winks with a smirk that turns into a drawn out hum when he enters your walls.
he's right. it's really been too long.
the second he starts thrusting, your hands are all over him: pressing on his back, sliding down his chest, massaging between his thighs.
he moves at a slow pace and fills you with only his tip, then with his whole shaft over and over.
and when he speeds up, he starts kissing you.
"you're gorgeous," he hushes against your lips. "don't shave just for me. if you want to, do it for yourself. but I shouldn't be the reason, yea?" his lips leave yours so he can look you in the eye at which a wave of warm tingles travels through your body.
the raised eyebrows and soft smile, his deep brown stare and the slow thrusts that have your bodies sticking in sweat: the man in your arms loves you and it's the best thing you've ever learned.
you don't give him an answer to his little question, but connect your lips instead, circling your hip in his rhythm. because you love him too with the same amount of care.
"besides, I think it's cute." chris trails a finger down your body - between your breasts down to your core - to circle it around your clit.
a moan escapes your lips and he drinks it right up.
but you don't last long with the double stimulation and the realization that you've built up way too much of this desire for the past months.
truth is, only he can make you feel this way.
"chan, I'm gonna cum." and even though he could already tell from your strong grip on his back and the loud moans, he finds it hard to control his own orgasm when you whimper out like that.
"then don't hold back. cum with me, y/n." his low whispers push you over the edge and the violent clenching of your core has you squeezing your eyes in bliss.
as a response to your spasms and whimpers, chris fills you with his cum as his whole shaft pushes into you.
but it isn't enough for him.
he hasn't seen you real fucked out since that one night out in that abandoned beach parking lot where he gave you seven orgasms four months ago, and right now he doesn't care who hears. he just wants to make you feel good. make up for the lost time.
"wanna find out just how good it can get?"
"yes, please."
#contemplated on calling this tangled lol#smut#stray kids smut#skz#kpop smut#skz smut#stray kids#bang chan#chan#chan x reader#bang chan x you#stray kids x y/n#chan x y/n#stray kids bang chan#chan smut#bang chan smut#chan;#oneshot;#allysinbox#chan oneshots#chan drabbles
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Follow up to this 🔝 because I just experienced it in a massive way with Blue Beetle.
Spoilers marked with * ! You’ve been warned.
-My fucking god this was such a wonderful experience ☹️ I had the time of my life seeing language I use everyday with my family and friends being depicted in such a great film!!! Let’s dive in:
1- First of all, the use of ‘pendejo’ (something like dickhead maybe?) being mostly used between Jaime and Milagro is so relatable because YES siblings and sibling-like relationships are always marked by this word “Hola pendejo”, “Cállate pendejo”, “No mames pendejo” ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
2*-Their grandma being a revolutionary legend????? Hello????? She was so iconic for that and the whole explanation of how the plan’s gonna work!!! It’s screaming revolución mexicana, or cubana. Kind of an Adelita (women who fought relentlessly in Mexican revolution)
3*******- When Jaimes’s father dies and everyone’s having a breakdown, nana tells Milagro to wait because there’ll be a time for crying, that they need to save Jaime first. Bro. YES! Grandmas in latin culture are always so strong in that way… most of the women I know have gone through some SHIT and still manage to get past it and live life with a sexy smile on their faces MY FUCKING GOD because that’s our philosophy and we’re thought all that by our abuelas
4*- We all have an uncle Rudy in our lives <3 he’s the guy you love like a friend and supports you like an uncle!!! He listens to Cruë and Selena!!! He’s so cool!!! So supportive, always calling you ‘wey’ because he’s your carnal before your old uncle; you can trust uncle Rudys of the world
5- Even though I’m not religious, I still believe La Virgen de Guadalupe and christianity/catholicism in general are a huge part of our culture as a whole and seeing it depicted in such an accurate way in the movie was so refreshing!!
6- At some point, nana asks Milagro for help getting up since she’s kneeling on the ground. She goes; “A ver mija […] Ahí te voy, eh? Una, dos, tres […] ay mamacita *giggle*”. When I tell you we’ve all had that same exact thing said to us when helping a grownup person get up. THOSE SAME EXACT WORDS OH LORD
7-The nopales bit; if you have a big nopal plant on a pot or even your garden there’s probably a whole story behind it. Like maybe your grandparents planted it, or stole it from a valdío (abandoned land) and brought it home, maybe your uncle once ate dirt from it when he was little! (happened in my family). The symbolism in Mexican culture of nopal is huge!
Our flag has a nopal plant where the eagle is standing and it’s because, according to the legend, the first people in Mexico were told that wherever they saw an eagle eating a snake on top of a nopal was where our land should be built!!! It’s so gorgeous
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I could really make an essay on this. They got it right. Again, as a mexican woman (born, raised, still live here), I’ve grown watching very stereotypical representations of my people and it warms my heart to see everyday things in a big movie like this one <3
Damián Alcázar is a special actor for us all since he’s been in very politically controversial movies (criticizing the government, which is a whole other thing I could go on for ages) that speak to people of middle and low class in a country like ours, and seeing such a dear face acting like a dad we all know in a superhero movie made me happy!
The movie is great by itself too, go watch it!
Representation fucking matters.
Before watching the new Black Panther movie I really didn’t feel the need for it. Ofc I got why people wanted to be seen in big screens and different platforms but never really felt identified with the feeling people described. (I’m a member of the lgbt community as well but since I grew up on a very open household with a loving family that opened that part of the culture to me it was never a big thing).
Today that changed when I saw brown people on screen. I saw people who look like me and my friends and the ones I see on the streets everyday. I’m a Mexican woman, born and raised in Mexico and getting to see such a beautiful representation of my culture and people warmed my heart and made me feel exactly what minorities who were overshadowed by western media describe.
They even included Mayan legends on it, which I’ve always found absolutely beautiful. I live near some ruins (Teotihuacán, look it up) and it’s quite beautiful to see elements I saw on field trips and history classes represented on a movie. And not just any movie, a marvel movie. I grew up with them and seeing my culture developing in the same universe was just mesmerizing.
If you read this all the way, thank you. Means the world <3
#representation#mexican representation#latinx#mexican#mexico#blue beetle#jaime reyes#dc comics#dc movies#blue beetle x reader#jaime reyes x reader#media representation#politics
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tortoise boy could understand horse girl's hyper-sensibility. That's why she chose him and trusted him. They held their hands tightly and ran away from this cruel world together. He built a fire just to keep her warm in their hideout and she stood up again and came back stronger than ever.
I mean you’ve made it wankily cute but yeah I think he… gets it. Like from what we can tell he gets shy and nervous and embarrassed really easily, and he’s also super into like being Taylor’s muse and inspiring her which also shows like a lot of in-touch-with-feelings vibes. So while I think he’s very like “fuck what some cunt says” and “I’m not reading this shit” the reason he like… doesn’t read that type of shit… is because it would upset him. He just does what he thinks is right.
FWIW Taylor has a lot of friends who understand her really well, it’s not just Joe. Whatever people say about Lena like idk what person is gonna have your back harder during a full blown cancellation. Selena has been through media nightmare scenarios since she was like a teenager. Cara seems like she wouldn’t judge anything anyone wrote about anyone. People like Ash, Claire, Kennedy, Martha and Jari don’t seem like they’d judge her even if they can’t relate. Abigail is just Team Tay whatever happens because they’ve been besties since they were 15. Taylor has incredible fucking friends.
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in holt's voice: Pain. That's it.
Today hasn't been the best but HEY I HAD THESE PRECIOUS BABIES TO KEEP MY COMPANY
He looked exhausted like he hadn’t slept at all.
alec...
I'm already sad and ready to murder
the baby...
David had never lost someone he loved.
this is fucking foreshadowing isn't it
But real strength was not in surviving the presence of pain. Real strength was in suviving the absence of love.
despite the chaos I'm glad to see these two interacting
The Consul leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his beard. David had to admit, he looked damn good with it. Even if it made him seem even more intimidating than before.
yes boy YES
it's really hard not to smile right now but my camera is on and im supposed to be finding meanings of foreign words based on my own knowledge so-
JACKSON
“Max is too old for me to tell him what he is and isn’t allowed to do,” the Consul said – although he didn’t sound very happy about it.
MY TEACHER ASKED ME THE FIRST QUESTION IM LOSING MY SHIT
It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.
let's hope so
Facts and figures, babe, Max had kissed his cheek last night. Dad likes facts and figures.
deep breathes
it'll be ok
“You’ve done your research,” the Consul nodded. There was a hint of approval in his voice that made David want to do a cartwheel.
AWWWW
“I’d like to take care of the New York institute,” David said now. “Because Jace Herondale and Clary Fairchild took care of me.”
And for the first time that evening, the Consul smiled. David wanted to burst into song.
AHHHH
this is beautiful
David couldn’t help but find that endearing. He wondered what it felt like to be loved like that. He wondered what it felt like to have a father like that – a father who couldn't stop loving his child even for a moment.
A love that was endless and tireless.
Every time he was in the presence of the Lightwood-Bane family he was reminded of what he had lost and what every child deserved.
It made him sad.
But then he would remember. He would remember that Max had grown up knowing nothing but this. Max had grown up with nothing but love.
It made him happy.
alright come here let me hug you
UHUHSCUICDUH "Why do you not like me"
“I know I worry too much about Max,” the Consul said, his smile sad now. “But I can only worry now. I won’t always be there to worry over him.”
it's 9 am boy
THESE TWO REALLY BE ASKING THE TRUE QUESTIONS
"Why are you scared of me" HSUHYUKDUMKDS WELL YOU SEE-
all we can really do is replace the bad memories with happier ones...
“No,” the Consul said, and David’s heart almost stopped. “I mean, of course I care. But I don’t have to be hard on you to show you that I do. There are many ways to show people we care about them without hurting them.”
David thought of his father then. He remembered the way his father had drawn the agony rune on his wrist and promised him it was because he loved David and wanted him to be strong. The memory hurt.
Jace and Clary bestest
“I’m sorry for whatever I did to intimidate you,” the Consul apologized.
that is so alec oh my god 😭
David looked him in the eye. “You’re Alec Lightwood.”
The man looked confused. “Is that supposed to mean something?
I'm smiling so much right now because yeah
yeah I get what he's saying
David hadn’t known that boys were allowed to kiss other boys – not until he heard about Alec Lightwood’s Accords Hall kiss.
David hadn’t known fairy tales existed outside of books - not until he heard about Alec Lightwood adopting a warlock baby with Magnus Bane.
David hadn’t known love can literally change the world – not until he heard about Alec Lightwood changing the world for the man he loved.
don't make me cry during linguistics
“Well,” the Consul chuckled. “To be entirely honest, I did all of that for Magnus.”
as he should
“Everything I have ever done has always been for Magnus,” the Consul said, his voice oddly soft.
we're talking about some wall in class and im here trying not to cry
my teacher just asked why some of us have our cameras off WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY
“I don’t want to be a hero,” David confessed honestly. “I just thought if I ran away to a city full of heroes, they would protect me if someone tried to hurt me again.”
“What’s that?” the Consul frowned, pointing at his neck.
By the angel! David was going to have words with Max when he saw him again.
“Uh,” David said. “Mosquito bite.”
AHHHHHHHH MOSQUITO BITE
“Do you remember when Izzy got attacked by a demon in Edom?”
“And you drank my blood,” the Consul rolled his eyes.
“Aw,” the Dean of the Academy chuckled. “You do remember.”
poor David is stuck between them talking like this IM SCREAMING
He remembered the way Consul had blamed himself when Max had found the spoils room at the York Institute. The way he had believed he should have done better when his eldest son had been traumatized by foul rumours of the Clave.
oh honey no
There were people who got mad at themselves when things went wrong.
There were people who got mad at everyone around them when things went wrong.
While Alec Lightwood was the former, his son and David’s boyfriend, was definitely the latter.
I'm definitely both
“It wasn’t your fault,” David spoke up then. “When bad things happen to people, it’s because of the people who did those bad things. We shouldn’t atone for someone else’s sins.”
“Yeah. Stop atoning, dude,” the Dean said chuckled. “Listen to the boy.”
YES EVERYONE LISTEN TO DAVID
“And be careful,” the Consul said, his tone a little different now.
“I will keep an eye on-”
“No,” the Consul said and pointed at the hickey on David’s neck. “With Max. Be careful.”
David was pretty sure his face on fire.
OH MY GOD
IM SHAKING
“Um, we have the internet,” David pointed out.
The Consul blinked. “Right. Of course. The internet.”
yes
ao3 and Wattpad
KIDS DON'T GO ON THESE WEBSITES AT 11 JUST DO NOT
“If he gives you a hard time, don’t give up,” the man whispered like it was a secret. “You just need to weasel your way into his life.”
David chuckled. “Is that what you did?”
yup
“Yeah, and then he had the audacity to get accidentally get drunk and confess his love in the middle of the night.”
AWW SHE'S TELLING GIGI ABOUT THEIR PAST
“I did have a latte,” her mother said with a straight face.
Georgia didn’t find that funny.
I almost said "BECAUSE IT'S NOT FUNNY" before I realized that is exactly what I would've said
She knew her mother, like so many other people in her life, preferred to use humour to cope with the pain. They preferred to hide their pain away from other people.
Georgia never understood why people did that. Did they think others didn’t know what pain felt like? Everyone was in pain all the time – some kind of it at least. Everyone knew how to cope with it. So, it made more sense to share it than to carry it all by yourself.
i...I never look at it that way
Apparently, hand holding had special healing abilities at times like this.
yeah it really does
Georgia had hoped to find out herself. She had wondered so much about the baby.
tears. literal tears
It didn’t matter that Georgia had wanted to name the baby Abigail after the first iron sister. It didn’t matter that her father wanted to name the baby Jonathan to piss off Uncle Jace.
Abigail Jonathan Lightwood-Lovelace
FUCK OFF AND LET ME CRY IN PEACE
People said that poison was a coward’s weapon. But Georgia didn’t think so. It wasn’t easy to make poison. It wasn’t easy sneak it into the right place at the right time.
Whoever did this, they were not cowards. They were smart and they should be feared.
yeah, what did happen during the trial?
uh is Selena ok?
like genuinely
is she just a very heavy sleeper or...
MARYSE
Because sometimes the only comfort you needed was your mom.
yeah...
Except for random parts of the house that were incredibly organized – a sign Uncle Jace had been there
Yup.
“I’m staying in New York, mom. I’m going to help Selena and the centurions find out who did this to me,” her mother said, her words a promise. “And once I do, I’m going to strangle them with my whip.”
Yes you will
Anjali and Rafe
please be ok. please
HOW ABOUT WE DO A TRADE
ZARA'S LIFE FOR ANJALI'S 😄
ok I know that's not how it works but IM DESPERATE
her bedroom seems amazing though
Rafael gave so much shit to his dad because the other man had the habit of watching his husband sleep.
But now he sort of understood the fascination.
AWWWWW
“You do ballet?” he asked, holding up the ballet shoes.
slightly reminds me of rosa
OK WHO AM I KIDDING SHE TOTALLY DOES
the red binder
it's fucking genius
David can keep his flowers and cookies and scarves.
This, what he held in his hands right now, was the best thing anyone could ever give him. A file full of reforms to make the clave better.
IM SCREAMING
“You think I want to die and leave the Council in your cishet hands?”
YES BESTIE
“I don’t care what the Clave needs,” Rafael snapped, and Anjali momentarily looked taken aback. “I need you.”
he needs her
FUCK IT TIME TO CRY
“Bulgaria is known as the land of roses,” Rafael told her. “The Sofia Institute is built in the middle of a rose garden.”
“Oh,” Anjali’s eyes momentarily softened. “I like roses.”
you know that tiktok trend? the one which goes "listen it's a good joke it's a great joke even but i need you to stop" or smth like that?
yeah
His hand was itching to reach out and hold hers. So, he did just that. He reached out – very carefully – and took her hand in his own.
“I need you to get better, Anjali,” he whispered. “Cause I would very much like to take you there.”
HAND HOLDING
no she's not becoming a vampire
The part that was the shadowhunter – which told him she didn’t deserve to die over some angelic mishap.
The part that was the future Consul – which told him he needed Anjali on his side.
The part that was a Lightwood-Bane – which told him he should never give up fighting.
And then there was the part that was Rafael – just Rafael.
It told him he had to save his heart – no matter the consequences.
we're talking about some powerplant in geography and I'm crying over this
Anjali please please don't die
“Not everything,” Rafael told her. “I know someone who can help.”
WHO
GIVE ME A NAME
“Well, now we don’t know that for sure!” Max grinned. “Who knows what they get up to? Maybe there is someone occasional boning in the bone city.”
“How does manage to get more insufferable every time I meet him?” Jackson demanded.
i...never looked at it that way
OH JACKSON IS BECOMING A SILENT BROTHER
Max grinned widely at the other boy. “You wanna be my immortal buddy, Jack-Jack?”
OOP-
“The boys are back” he yelled, hugging David and Jackson. “Ty, our boys are back! Yas! The London Boys are back!”
THE LONDON BOYS
“Okay it’s a little disrespectful when you call her by the same name you call me,” Max pointed out.
“True,” Jackson nodded. “Irene shouldn’t be disrespected like that.”
YUYZXYSCGYZCGYUCUIZCVUH SCREAMING
"It’s hard being a celeb,” Max sighed dramatically.
“He is referring to the chaos you unleashed the last time you went there,” Jackson rolled his eyes. “People still remember you.”
“I’m memorable. It’s not my fault,” Max shrugged.
Max no more gambling bestie
“If the assassination attempt on Magnus had been successful, we wouldn’t be sitting and talking like this,” Kit pointed out. “The nephilim and downworlders would be at war.”
As they should. No one hurts Magnus
“So the target isn’t just Magnus Bane?” Jackson asked.
“Possibly,” Ty nodded. “The Consul and his husband…They are the ones who united the shadow world – with the Alliance. With their marriage. So, it’s not surprising that someone – seelie or not – wants to break it all down.”
with every line, I get closer to a breakdown
“There are people all around me to protect me from demons and crazy assassins,” Max smiled. “But you…You protect me from myself. So, don’t give me that I’m not good at protecting bullshit.”
so precious...
“Now let’s go find out which dumbass thought it would be a good idea to try and kill Magnus Fucking Bane.”
i have a few torture methods in mind
If shadowhunters couldn’t fight demons, it would put both downworlders and mundanes in danger. His father’s Clave – small as it was – did their best to keep the demons at bay. They were the only thing keeping the shadow world safe from demons.
Ikr?? Like David said earlier Alec's clave is literally the one doing the actual shadowhunting.
“Jackson is incredibly smart and perceptive. He knows what is good for him, David. He chose you to be his best friend. He has accepted that his family is gone for good and is finally focusing on his future. If this is what he wants to do and if this is who he wants to be, then you should trust that he has thought this through. He wouldn’t have chosen this life if he thought he wouldn’t be happy with it.”
TRUE
ALRIGHT WHO TF IS BEHIND ALL THIS
i just want to talk 🙂
“Great,” Max said, feeling frustrated. “So, someone created a fancy new poison just to kill my parents.”
“They did say something else,” Kit said, his tone worried. “The poison…It’s not entirely made of demonic properties.”
“Oh?” David said.
“It’s a mixture of angelic and demon properties,” Ty Blackthorn said. “And we know that-”
“Seelies,” Max whispered. “They have both angel and demon blood.”
Is anyone else scared?
GASP
WHAT IF
It's an angel and prince of hell working together?
ok that seems highly unlikely
“I don’t think you have a choice, bud,” Kit giggled. “Mina will have your head if you don’t get married. She has been working on a Pinterest board for years now.”
KIT
KIT
WHAT THE FUCK
OH MY GOD KIT
NO NO NO
HE CAN'T BE DEAD
NO FUCK NO
I'm absolutely loving all this angst so much. You said chapter 9 was the most angsty and frankly I can't wait :p
now...IF KIT AND ANJALI DIE I WILL BE VERY VERY SAD but the angst potential with Anjali though...NOPE NOPE NOPE. MY GIRL'S GONNA BE INQUISITOR I KNOW SHE WILL.
AHHHHHH THIS CHAPTER WAS A LOT LMAO.
I love how you are complaining but also thirsting for angst yall crazy.
I hope you are taking care of yourself and working on your entry for the competition!!!!!
Also the "we're talking about some wall in class" killed me lmao I laughed so hard fdhvjd.
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