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crushpunky · 2 days ago

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the doubts get to drew

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based on this ask. sister read to this + featuring joe burrow because CROSSOVER <3. warning: relationship insecurities + angst

Drew lounged on the couch, y/n’s feet resting in his lap as she scrolled through her phone, the two of them basking in each other's presence. Drew watched how the sunset cast colors along y/n’s silhouette, highlighting her face in a beautiful golden glow. As Drew gazed upon y/n lovingly, Charleston curled up in the sliver of couch between y/n and Drew, the dog’s eyes heavy from a long day of dutifully accompanying his owners. Just as Charleston’s eyes were about to flutter closed, a loud giggle reverberated throughout the room.

Y/n tossed her head back as she laughed, her shoulders rising and falling with each breath. Drew cracked a small smile.

“What?” Drew said with a breathy laugh.

“It’s… something stupid Madelyn sent me.” Y/n said brushing Drew off. Drew quirked a brow, looking at her curiously before y/n eventually handed him her phone. As he took it, y/n moved to sit next to him, her head perched on his shoulder as he watched the TikTok she’d pulled up.

It was a video of two guys interviewing a third guy who Drew immediately recognized as a football player. He lounged on the couch with a sort of effortless cool, long legs in front of him and hair resting perfectly atop his head.

“Is that, um, that one guy?” Drew asked as he pointed to the football player.

“Joe Burrow, uh, yeah.” Y/n said with a small laugh. Out of the corner of his eye, Drew noticed y/n doing her best to suppress a grin as the two of them continued to watch the video.

“So, what’re you watching lately?” One of the interviewers asked, to which Joe let out a small chuckle.

“I’m watching a little bit of everything right now,” Joe said. “I’ve got a lot to catch up on now that it’s the offseason, but, uh, last night I watched ‘The Substance’.”

“Yeah? Good?” The interviewer asked.

“Yeah, it was great.” Joe smiled. “I— this is a little embarrassing— I actually just finished watching Outer Banks, so I guess I went on a little bit of a y/n y/ln marathon.”

The interviewers (and y/n) started laughing as a flustered expression spread across Joe’s face, a twinge of pink flooding his cheeks. Drew watched quietly, chewing slightly on his bottom lip.

“Big y/n y/ln fan?” One of the interviewers teased, to which Joe’s cheeks grew impossibly more red.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” Joe chuckled, running a hand through his hair, a perfect curl falling atop his forehead. “She’s a very talented, beautiful lady.”

“Is this you shooting your shot?” The interviewer asked. Drew swore his heart skipped a beat, his teeth biting sharply into his bottom lip.

“Oh no, no, no,” Joe said quickly, clearing his throat as his tone returned to his usual seriousness, “but I am a fan of her work.”

And then the video ended.

Y/n elbowed Drew, an excited grin on her face. Drew looked away from the phone, blinking rapidly before flashing y/n a small smile.

“Isn’t that just so funny?” Y/n said. “Big, bad Mr. Football is a fan of me?”

Drew let out a small, breathy chuckle, rubbing his hand along his jaw. He felt an odd sinking in his stomach, a sort of hollowness that knocked the breath from his lungs. A sort of feeling that remained in him even after he and y/n had showered and gotten ready for bed. A sort of feeling that continued as he climbed into bed.

He knew it was stupid to let his mind wander like this. To think of possibilities and impossibilities, his mind blurring the lines between the two as he felt himself begin to spiral. Y/n was a woman skilled beyond belief, one gifted with an incomparable talent. Joe was a man at the top of his game, one of the best at what he does… was that not what y/n, a woman so unlike any other, deserved? Did she not deserve better? Did she not deserve the best?

Drew also couldn’t shake the unabashed nature of Joe, so sure and almost unflinching of his admiration of y/n— even if it was (supposedly) strictly friendly. Didn’t she deserve that too? Someone who was so open, so loud about their adoration of her? Drew certainly wasn’t ashamed of his love for y/n, but he had also been the one to keep their relationship a secret for nearly a year. Sure, she’d agreed that that was the best move, but what if that wasn’t how she really felt? What if she wanted someone to scream and shout from the rooftops about their love for her? What if she wanted someone that—

“Drew?” Y/n’s voice cut through the quiet of their bedroom. Drew shook his head quickly, clearing his thoughts.

“Yeah?” Drew said, clearing his throat. Y/n’s brows were pulled together as she eyed him up and down, immediately recognizing the different attitude that adorned his features. Where his eyes were usually happy and full of life (even so late at night), his icy blues were glazed with a sense of sadness and refused to meet her own. His hands that always pulled her closer as the two of them got in bed remained in his lap, fiddling with his rings aimlessly.

“What’s up?” Y/n asked, reaching out to run her fingers through his grown out hair, scratching his scalp gently.

“Nothin’,” Drew shrugged. Y/n sighed, moving her hand to cup Drew’s jaw before turning his face to face her. Drew’s eyes fluttered closed as he let out a shaky exhale.

“Please don’t lie.” Y/n murmured, frowning as she rubbed her thumb along Drew’s jaw.

“I just…” Drew sighed, his eyes opening slowly to meet hers hesitantly. “I’ve been thinking about things— about us— and I… I feel like I’m not enough for you. Like you deserve better. More.”

Y/n’s heart broke as she let out a breathy, involuntary gasp. Drew’s bottom lip trembled slightly before he sucked it between his teeth, chewing on it as his cheeks flushed.

“Drew…” Y/n whispered, scooting closer to him on the bed. She brought her other hand up to cup the other side of his face, noticing the glassiness in his eyes as he looked back at her.

“W– Why do you think that?” Y/n asked, her gaze earnest. Drew sighed, his brows furrowing as he took in a sharp breath.

“I– it’s just…” Drew exhaled. “You are the most talented, beautiful, perfect woman in the entire world and you deserve the best. You deserve someone who is perfect in every way that you are.”

“No, no, no.” Y/n shook her head, swiping her thumb against the skin of Drew’s cheekbone.

“Yes, yes you do,” Drew said, “and I’m just not enough—”

“No!” Y/n said, her voice sharp. “That is such bullshit, Drew Starkey.”

“It’s not—” Drew began.

“You are—” Y/n’s voice suddenly broke, the tears that had been threatening to spill out beginning to fall. “So ‘enough’ it fucking hurts. Hurts.”

Drew swallowed harshly, his hands moving to rest on y/n’s hips lightly, the tears on her face causing his chest to feel as if it was going to cave in.

“You are the love of my life and you are so much more than enough.” Y/n said. “There isn’t a single person in this whole entire world I would rather spend my life with. Nobody else I’d rather be with. Nobody else I’d rather grow old with. Nobody.”

Drew’s eyes squeezed together tightly as he bowed his head, y/n’s hands wrapping around his shoulders as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder. He let out a sob, turning to bury his nose into her neck and inhale deeply.

“I love you so much and I don’t want you to ever think you aren’t enough for me.” Y/n cried, pulling him closer as she rested her cheek atop his hair.

The two of them sat in bed, crying and holding tightly onto one another until their sniffles eventually subsided. Lifting his head, Drew met y/n’s gaze before she pressed a light kiss to his forehead.

“I love you.” Y/n murmured against Drew’s skin. He lifted his head, his eyelashes brushing against her cheek before their lips finally met.

“I love you.” Drew whispered.

“I love you so much.” Y/n whispered against Drew’s lips.

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x actress!reader #actress!reader

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sirenalpha · 2 days ago

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kingdon isn't popular just because Mel is a popular character, Langdon is conventionally attractive, the two of them get a lot of scenes together, and the actors have chemistry

their relationship is thematically relevant to the show

the pitt is about burnout in the high stress environment of an ER post-COVID and making connections, both to do the work well and to survive it

between doctors and nurses and between them and the patients and the patients to the social worker as needed

and there are connections between other pairs of people, super young Javadi is paired with mature student McKay for a while which does open Javadi's eyes to life she's been sheltered from, Javadi gets a crush on Mateo who invites her to the park at the end of the day, Dana is the first to figure out Collins' pregnancy on her own and also speaks with Javadi on her new crush, Robby and Collins come together for a deep conversation after her miscarriage and before he sends her home, Mohan helps the sickle cell patient and the mercury poisoned influencer, Santos overtly tries to make connections to the two med students and is ultimately successful with Whitaker but she also gets protective over the daughter whose mother poisoned her father with progesterone and gets another patient to open up about their suicide attempt while Javadi over identifies with the baseball kid, lots of little new connections or longer formed ones

and then there's Mel on the verge of caretaker burnout as the only one supporting her sister

and Langdon who is basically on a different planet from his wife and gets outright rejected by Robby when he asks if they're friends

both so desperate for connection, someone on their level

and they click, they're the only ones that show up excited to be there (Mel more so than Langdon but he's not nearly as dismayed as Collins by the board when they first come in), Langdon offers Mel opportunities like the crike and Terrence, and compliments her successes and checks in with her and tells her to take breaks as needed while Mel seeks him out for his opinion and keeps up with him

they are the connection in the show, they just met and they make each other better at the job, if only all the doctors and nurses could get along this well, right?

except Langdon is an addict, through Robby the show implies the job broke something in him before the cameras even showed up and what Robby sees as a betrayal from Langdon contributes in turn to Robby's collapse on his worst day, and the parallels and what ifs come out

what if Robby had been as attentive to Langdon as Langdon was to Mel? What if Robby had allowed the connection instead of rejecting Langdon? What if Mel had shown up earlier? Would she have just burned herself out faster?

Langdon and Mel are the high point so Robby and Langdon yelling at each other and trying to tear each other down and talking more at each other than to each other can be the low point

Langdon and Mel improving their relationship in future seasons, moving beyond a day one spark to having more time and experience to deepen their relationship and making each other better doctors in the process is proving the themes of the show, that you need support and connection to do the job well and survive it

so of course people want to extend that into their personal lives so Mel is not alone with her sister and Langdon isn't in a crumbling marriage so they can have connection and support and be better people in their personal lives and not just professionally

Langdon and Mel are also shown as foils to Robby and Collins who once dated and Mel's single with a sister pushing her to make a romantic connection when the connection she's made is with Langdon and Langdon seems well on the way to divorce even before the addiction reveal

and the actors have a lot of chemistry

#kingdon #the pitt #melissa king #frank langdon #I'm just tired of people acting like shipping kingdon means you don't get the show #believe it or not how the actors act is part of the meaning and interpretation of the show

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leyavo · 3 days ago

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| I am my father’s daughter |

💖 Dad!Price x Daughter!reader, eventual Soap x reader

PART SEVEN: John Price hasn’t seen or heard from his daughter in over year, but that changes when she calls him one night asking for help. 2914words

TW: hurt/angst/mentions of abuse/ complicated father-daughter relationship

Previous parts > [Series Masterlist]

🔈Reader’s view of John is different, he’s come and gone in her life etc so she thinks he’s not that great. So don’t send me hate

Every fibre of your being is on edge, hair standing up on your arms, mouth dry and tongue heavy. You’re still laying on the floor, your finger trailing the grain of the wood. It’s cool beneath your touch, the subtle reminder that you are awake.

Your muzzy head trying to piece together everything after a second panic attack. All because your dad asked you if you were okay. Pathetic really, now that you’d calmed down a bit.

The Captain’s sitting with you, your cheek resting on his crossed legs. He hasn’t said anything since your breaths have evened out. No he just sits there, his hand on your back weighing down on your spine. It’s uncomfortable, the tough weave of his thick jeans and the bulky seam no doubt leaving a mark in your skin. You don’t want to move, not right now. Afraid to look at him and lose it all again.

Shards of broken ceramic litter the floor, much like you do. Broken beyond repair, even you don’t think you’ll be able to piece it all together. Telling the captain feels like breaking yourself all over again. Shattering everything in his past too and you don’t know if you can stomach the aftermath of doing so.

It also means facing your mother. You’re a grown adult, but in the presence of her you’re that little girl squeezing into small spaces and waiting for her to give up. Would there ever be a moment of peace? A life without raised voices or having to compromise your own needs for others? You see a spec of that with your dad. Glimpses of happiness, but you know they won’t last long.

Your mother’s voice on the phone a wake up call. A reminder that you don’t belong with the captain, he’s got his own family to look after and you’re just the latest project to make him feel less guilt. Another box to tick, a role to fill. No one sticks around, not in the way you need or want them to.

The thought of family turns your stomach, you don’t long for something you’ve never had anymore. You’re enough, it’s all you’ve known and you won’t let yourself down, not this time. No expectations and worrying about others actions.

You lift your head from his lap and sit up, the captain's hand pawing the hair out of your face. A little heavy handed, but it’s no slap in the face. His thick browns furrow, weathered lines of age and his forever scrutinising gaze settling in his forehead.

“Come on,” he says, fingers grasping your arm as he helps you off the floor. “Mind your step.” His palms on your hips as he lifts you over the sharp broken pieces and onto the bed.

The Captain’s side of the bed is neat, sheets tucked under the mattress with military precision that it barely creases as you sit down. His side table’s a little cluttered, crooked reading glasses on top of a crossword puzzle book and pen wedged between the pages. A sticker with his name printed on the front cover, as if anyone would take it.

He crouches down, sweeping the shards up and declining your offer to do it, since you made the mess. It’s second nature to him, you remember him cleaning broken glass off the floor as a child and how he carried you back to bed each time, telling you he dropped a cup. Silly daddy, you'd say and now you’re older you understand why his smile would falter. Why he’d rush to pull the blankets back over you and tell you to go back to sleep.

“Did mum ever hit you?” You say it without thinking, but it’s something you’ve wondered for years.

He freezes mid sweep, gaze darting up at you. “No. She hit you?” His head snapping to you so quickly, you winced.

“No,” you say, quick without missing a beat and on instinct. “You and mum always used to argue, was hard not to hear.” Seven year old you in your bedroom, head shoved under your pillow as you tried to drown out their yelling.

Their constant arguments always seemed to grow louder when you went to bed. Some nights you were herded into your room early, your mum telling you to get under the covers before she turned off the light. You hated the dark.

“You remember that?” He asks, scratching his moustache and waiting for your nod. “I mean she threw a glass at me every now and then, luckily ya’ mum’s a shit shot.” He laughs it off, but it doesn’t quite rubble from his chest like when you see him joking around with the guys.

The tiny scars curving his fingers look a lot more familiar now that he’d confirmed you were right. That you hadn’t made it up.

“Me and ya’ mum weren’t exactly good for each other. Both stubborn and just had different things that we wanted. We’re better apart,” he said, placing the brush in the dustpan to keep the ceramic pieces from falling out.

“And you never hit mum?” Adding the never to soften the blow, to try and convince him that you didn’t quite believe he would too.

“No,” he shook his head, the tic in his jaw tensing. “And I’ll never hit you either. Under any circumstances, understand?”

You nod, not sure if you’re able to trust your previous judgement when it came to most males or adults in your life. Mum always said you were easy to manipulate, that your dad only looked out for himself. He just won’t hit, so what exactly would he do if you were to earn his anger?

The captain’s eyes scan you head to toe, lingering on the twitch of your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

“You know if there’s something me or the guys said or did that triggered…” He’s so gentle, soft spoken as if he were going set you off if he spoke any louder. Those eyes searching yours, deep rims carved beneath them as if he hadn’t slept a wink since you’d arrived.

“No,” you snap, rising from the bed and retreating from his outstretched arm. “You said we didn’t have to talk about it now.”

His hand grasps your elbow, “hey, it nothing to be embarrassed…”

Except you were, you hated seeing the pity in his eyes. The way he treads careful and picks his words, you could see him going over what to say in his mind, because you have the same tells as him. Maybe you are your father’s daughter.

Push, that’s what you do. You push him away, retreat from any warmth knowing that you can’t stay. Hurt him before he hurts you.

“Because you’re suffocating me! God sake I can’t take the constant fussing. Just leave me alone.” You spat, yanking your elbow out of his hold. Why couldn’t everyone just leave you alone?

He froze, arms back by his side as he rocked on his heels as if he’s wanting to come closer but thinking better not. You hate yourself for it, but you can’t understand his need to be around so much. Just like your mother, pushing him away when he’s trying to help.

If he hates you, it’ll be easier to leave. If you’re difficult to love, then he’ll let you go.

“I’m sorry kiddo, I know I’ve been a bit full on.”

You scoff and in that moment you can't commit to the act of hurting your dad. Those damn eyes softening as they remain on you, "I'm sorry," you mumbled, toeing the edge of the curled rug. "He called me, on a different number and it just caught me off guard."

Yep, lyings so much easier than telling the truth. The way it fell so well crafted from your lips, just like your mother taught you.

A soft knock tapped against John’s office door, so light and quiet he almost didn’t hear it against the typing of his computer keyboard. He paused waiting for another tap.

“You can enter.”

The door creaked open, but he's too focused on the computer screen and the redacted words of whatever file had landed in his inbox. He assumed some new recruit had messed up his office with the sorting office. It wouldn’t be the first time a gangly teen accidentally entered and stuttered their way out with an apology.

He pushed his glasses back up his nose, clicking the mouse. “What do you need?” He mumbled, pen scratching the notepad as he made some notes and jotted down a number.

“Uh, dad.” His finger slipped the keyboard, not expecting to see you hesitating in the door way. He’s still getting used to you visiting his office, the same worn brown cord jacket hung from your shoulders. Still getting used to you calling him dad, which was rare these days as you preferred to call him the captain.

He makes a mental note to get you a decent winter coat and accessories.

John shut the window on his computer screen and leant back in his chair. “Everything alright, Kiddo?” That seemed to be a recurring question when it came to you.

No other way to figure out if you needed anything as you never asked much of him. You haven’t discovered that you can sign yourself out of the base yet, not even tried. That’s the first thing he thought you’d do.

John expecting to wake up and get a notification about you leaving, but you’ve stuck around. Given him a chance and he’ll do anything to make it right. Even if it does take time.

And that’s why he hadn’t told you that yet, he’ll wait until you’re fully healed. Then he’ll say you can sign yourself out, all he has to do then is trust that you’ll come back. He won’t force you though.

“I got the job.”

John’s stomach drops, well looks like you’ll be signing yourself out for the job. A little sooner than he hoped. “Ah, well done, kiddo.” He pushes out of the chair, raising his arms and wrapping them around you.

You’re tense, spine straight and hands glued to your side, but they slowly inch around his torso. Head leaning into his chest and shoulders loosening as you fall into his hold. John doesn’t remember the last time he’s praised you. Knows that you haven’t worked in over a year, abusers like to isolate their partners and John knows how much of a big deal this is. You doing something for yourself.

He pulls back, rough palms framing your face. “Proud of ya’ kid,” he said, lips pressing against your forehead. And your eyes flutter shut, body swaying as he steps back and releases you.

It’s been a couple days since your panic attack, he’s kept his distance and let you approach him. Allowed you space, privacy to sort through your head. You no doubt prepared yourself for his hug and touch, obviously not something you’re used to. It was like living with a cat, one pet and then he’s getting scratched. A step forward and three back.

“Thanks dad.” Your voice low, gaze scanning the floor. It’s not often that you hold his gaze, never did as a child either, but the more time he spends with you, he knows it’s a shield. Less attention on you, downplaying the good as if you’re preparing for something, someone to knock you down again.

John wonders if that’s your mother’s doing or the ex-boyfriend’s. Not that you’d confide in him, not yet. He knows he’ll have to gain your trust before that happens.

“How’s about we go to the pub for a few drinks, celebrate?” he says, frowning as your chest shudders and your body tenses at the mention of drinking. “The guys can come too if you want. No alcohol for us though as early start in the morning.”

He leans over his desk, turning the computer off and giving you space to think, to breathe. Without his influence and his gaze looming over you. Baby steps, he supposes until you get used to having the freedom to think for you and no one else in mind. Sure you’ve got a fiery temperance, but that’s only when John’s fussing or you’re speaking of your mother.

“Sure.”

John bites his lip trying to hide his smile as his gaze flits to the rearview mirror. You’re squished between Kyle and Johnny in the back of the truck, elbows tucked in and knees raised. Talking to Kyle as he teases you about your driver license photo. He tosses it to Johnny and you punch his leg, snatching the license back. But you’re smiling, something John hasn’t seen in a long time.

The local pubs a little grimy and dingy, the type he’d wipe his boots on the way out instead of the way in. John and the guys have been there plenty, their usual booth in the corner with the flickering light free. The perfect spot to unwind and not get the traffic of people from the busier main area. That and the derelict dart board right beside it, little holes in the wall around it.

Simon gets the first round, giving you a separate congratulations as he hands you a vanilla float. You seem to fit in with Kyle and Johnny, playing darts and nudging whoever’s turn it is to throw.

John can’t help but notice the way you lean towards Johnny though, hand a little too comfortable on his arm as you smile up at him. The way he offers you a swig of his non-alcoholic beer and wipes the drip on your chin. John forgets that his sergeant’s around your age, four or five years older. You deserve someone softer, a person that hasn’t seen the things that he has.

He trusts Johnny, but he’s still going to pull him later and warn him of the boundaries.

You’re off to the toilets and John makes a beeline for the space you left next to Johnny. He plucks the dart out of the sergeant’s grasp and points the sharp tip at him. “Only gonna tell ya’ once, off limits lad,” he says leaning in for just him to hear, Kyle none the wiser as he collects his darts wedged into the board and wall.

“Just being friendly,” Johnny says, nudging his head in your direction. “He looks a lot more though.” He smirks as the captains gaze follows his and he spots you talking to a man by the bar.

Do you give out smiles to every man, but your dad? The twitch of your lips always falter in his presence as if it’s a painful act and you’re trying to please him.

Nah, this blokes too close for John’s liking. He walks over to the bar and steps between the two of you, “what do ya’ want kid?” He asks you, sliding the drink that man had offered you into his hands.

Kid, make it seem like you’re much younger than you look. He keeps his eyes on the shelves of whisky behind the bar, watching the man’s reflection in the mirror.

The man stutters out an apology, hands raised as he tells John he meant no harm.

Your fingers drum against the tacky bar, head tilting as you try to catch John’s gaze. “He was just offering me a drink.” You shrug, taking the soft drink from the bar maid and stirring the ice with the straw.

“You ain’t havin’ it,” John says, lifting the drink to his nose, swishing the liquid in the glass. “Could have put something in it.” He can smell the alcohol a mile away, more vodka than lemonade. Bastard. His head jerks to the side and he scans the bar, but a gentle tug of his sleeve steals his attention.

There’s something childlike in the action, he can see the pinch of fabric you pulled still sticking out on his sleeve. Little you always used to tug on the hem of his shirt or his belt loops. As if you were afraid to bother him for something silly.

“That and he’s a good ten years older than you.” The thought of someone around his age approaching you, he didn't want to think of it. Wasn't worth wasted breath or the spike of anger heating his skin.

“Isn’t that the typical thing with girls and daddy issues?” You say, casual as ever as you glance up at him. You bump your shoulder into his arm and he stumbles. “Relax, old man. Just teasing, it’s the mommy issues you gotta worry about.”

Some part of John knows that you’re being honest, but it’s like getting blood from a stone when it comes to you talking about your mother.

You're good at telling lies, John notices the little things. He should know, he lies to get the job done no matter what. How your phone was on the coffee table in the living room and your mothers recent call logged into his answered list. So whatever truth you're holding on to, he knows its your mother and not the ex.

God did he need a strong glass of whisky and a cigar when they got back to the res' house. He wished he'd kept the one in his pocket, the lighter no use on its own, might as well burn a hole through his jeans.

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it :) John's starting to question everything now... There might be some errors/mistakes as I'm dyslexic, I do check my work a couple times, but I do miss bits and pieces. Sorry for the long wait I had a minor head injury and just getting back to editing - Leya

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hcneymooners · 2 days ago

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the odd soft launch of homophobia is starting to truly irk me.

there’s been a lot of conversation lately about paige and azzi and the nature of their relationship, and to be honest, it feels so clear to me that what they have goes beyond friendship. there’s something about their connection that feels deep, unspoken—like they’re soul-tied. but amid the speculation, i've also seen people call out the "deniers," saying things like, “at this point, y’all are just being homophobic.” and while i’ve hesitated to say anything, i do think this conversation is worth having—because, honestly, yes.

yes, a lot of the reactions to it are rooted in something deeper and more uncomfortable.

for a long time now, i’ve seen people deny anything could possibly be going on between the two of them. they say it’s to protect the girls or to respect their privacy—but under that, i think there’s a fear. a fear of what it would mean if they were together. because then they’d be “those” people. part of a group that still gets othered, questioned, and in many cases, rejected. and when you factor in paige’s strong christian faith—which has drawn in a lot of religious, often conservative fans—it gets even more complicated.

i think it’s easy to believe we live in a progressive world when you’ve tailored both your real life and your algorithm to reflect that, but the truth is that culture has shifted heavily to conservatism. people are bolder now in the ways they talk about marginalized people, even if they’re trying to dress it up as concern. i saw someone comment on a video calling paige a “real woman”—and it just reinforced this feeling i’ve had.

there’s this uncomfortable desire to fit them into a narrow, safe idea of womanhood and straightness. and to be even more honest, for a lot of people, it’s about wanting paige—blonde, blue-eyed, that “all-american” look—to not be with a mixed, black woman like azzi. no one says it out loud, but the silence is loud enough.

i think a lot about how society still doesn’t take relationships between women seriously. we see it over and over again—sapphic relationships being dismissed as “just a phase” or romantic friendships. there’s a safety in calling someone your best friend, especially when the world isn’t safe enough to call them your partner. and people eat that narrative up because it lets them ignore what’s right in front of them. and i see that happening constantly with paige and azzi. it’s almost like people need to believe it’s not real, just so they can stay comfortable.

at the end of the day, they’re free to conduct their relationship however they want—it’s theirs. they don’t owe us anything. but i do think some of you need to partake in some serious self-reflection: why does the idea of them being together make you uncomfortable? is it really about protecting them? or is it about protecting your idea of them? how much of your reaction is shaped by internalized homophobia or racial bias?

and i say this gently, but also truthfully: some of y’all are projecting strange fantasies onto these girls, especially paige. there’s a level of obsession, of placing her on this untouchable pedestal, that honestly starts to feel more about possession than admiration.

it’s worth questioning what’s really going on there because it’s uncomfortable to witness.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #paige x azzi #wnba basketball #wnba draft #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #like seriously pack it tf up #mine ; 🐎.#i hate when people try to bs their way through the obvious “ism” or “phobia” you have.#and everyone is like “well it kinda feels like...” baby #it is.#this ended up being so long whoops

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aidaisukirose · 3 days ago

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Astro Obs

Hi, welcome to my first ever post and hope you enjoy

Vrigo moon - most likely to clean entire house when stressed out

Scorpio moon - most likely to have toxic dad talk bad about the mom or something. Definitely have strong respect towards women and deep understanding of their own emotional realm, but can also easily be the type to not give a dam what anyone feels besides them coz they get that caught up, without Neptune influence

Gemini moon - most likely to have mom who gets cheated by dad or father allows child to see their mother as flighty or just as a very aggressive person who talks to them a lot more like a bestie

Taurus moon- mommy issues where the mom is not based in reality and gives gift an thing financial in order to soothe the child, often dark side can be over spending on them and blaming if have any chiron, Saturn, etc(malefics) in 2nd house especially with chiron, wounded healer, giving from an empty cup

Pisces moon - most likely to have mom who is involved in either a cult or some religion, if not then possibly and idk why but usually working in the nursing field on the up side. Though, on the downside possible drug involvement coz Pisces need to just take a break from reality entirely a lot of the time

Neptune influence on any fall or detriment placements like (mercury in cancer or venus in Virgo) will automatically change a lot, simply that is in my opinion from Neptune causing projection very strongly especially in square aspect

Libra men are very much centered around friends- air signs are all about that - though libra can be very relationship oriented often they may get into relationships just to be with someone or be loved, though this may end up being their life problem more so as

For Scorpio it can be the same way but with fuck buddies, unless they have Scorpio venus or moon to match with it because if there is much more air influence it can easily turn an underdeveloped Scorpio into a fuckboy or player type. Though, naturally Scorpio are more oriented towards being involved in some sort of religion which can otherwise make their sexual nature more repressed, especially in Scorpio mars/mercury; they won't even think of something if it's not allowed. They're dirty minded though at the same time somehow

Pisces men with Gemini moon their moms are like their pals, but also they respect them, and the father is probably quite goofy a lot with them, but tend to have a good silly vibe to the Pisces sun Gemini moon masculine individual

10th house moons can be very easily attention grabbing, or they didn't get a lot of it when they needed it in their younger years and over time they learned to wear their emotions on their sleeve very attractive to many people

Pisces mercury/mercury 12th or retrograde have constant struggles involving being misunderstood since theyre minds are quite abstract, they're very likely to be clairvoyant

Taurus suns most likely to be clairsentient and can have a very distinct sense of smell

Ppl who believe in God but don't believe in ghosts very much concern me

- Quick debrief-

Clairvoyance - see ghosts and may speak with them

Clairsentient - supernatural sense of smell

Clairaudio - can hear ghosts and anything beyond natural world

Etc... many of the clairs are kept out of society and labeled as bipolar, skitzo, or anything like that and given drugs that often have side effects including depression or especially sedation effects 🤔 hmm interesting...

Most times those who are not willing to speak on the subject are using those realities for their own gain so best not to speak about it, until there was no longer anything to stop me from speaking out, though once i finally did it the abusers and users' true colors shown for all to see

Anyways

Thank you for reading! <333

P.S. :

Be good do good 👍 ❤️

#clairvoyance #clairsentient #clairaudience #astro observations #astrology #occult

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hanquokka-mochimochicheeks · 1 day ago

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are you dreaming of me? ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

kim seungmin x f!reader

word count: 0.5k

genre: smut, established relationship

summary: you get woken up by seungmin grinding on you in his sleep

warnings: dry humping ⋆ hand job ⋆ vanilla smut ⋆ kissing �� wet dream ⋆ mention of dom!seungmin, but overall he's quite subby (cause he's unconscious)

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your alarm hasn't gone off yet, but you're wide awake. all because something warm has been rubbing against your lower back for the past while– accompanied by soft groans.

seungmin grinding against you first thing in the morning is the last thing you would have expected. he's spooning you so tight into his chest; it's a struggle to even turn your head to look at him.

but when you do, you see his eyes are closed and his adorable face is scrunched in pleasure.

“there is no way– absolutely no way he's actually sleeping.” you mutter in disbelief. you reach over to poke his face and scoff as he continues to grind into you.

but that's when you hear it.

“mmh, baby…” he moans into your shoulder.

you blush in surprise and ask softly,

“minnie, are you dreaming of me? ”

this horny brat; how he was having a wet dream after you quite literally milked him dry last night was beyond you.

but maybe, just maybe you could have a little fun with him like this. seungmin is always such an uncooperative dom in bed, making this a precious opportunity. so you roll over carefully and let your hand wrap around his still clothed cock. the deep moan that leaves his lips is delicious. you wish you could’ve recorded it.

you fake moan in his ear as he’s rutting into your hand. his reaction is priceless.

“nngh–ah, ‘s warm” he groans out through uneven breaths.

surely he has to be awake now. otherwise he would have to be moaning and sleep talking on the verge of cumming– all while fast asleep. and that seems impossible– or so you think.

little whimpers escape seungmin as your hand tightens and your pace quickens; only moving faster and rougher as he reaches his high, trembling. you don't stop though.

you keep rubbing him harshly even when the oversensitivity hits. a tear runs over his face when seungmin’s round, pretty eyes open to meet yours.

your hand on his softening cock, the bolts of pleasure running through his body, his stinging eyes and your amused smirk– it takes him a moment to grasp the situation but he gets there.

“did… i have morning wood?” he asks suspiciously as he sits up, wincing as his cock brushes the sheets.

“mm no– even better than that~” you tease, “i'm guessing you don't remember your sweet dream then? i'm pretty sure i featured ♡”

“no fucking way… did i cum in my sleep??” he's turned a shade of pink now and raking fingers through his hair like he's stressed out. he groans in embarrassment and turns away with a hand covering his face.

“awh baby, don't be like that; it was cute~” you know he hates being called cute but you say it anyway as you hug him from behind.

“-and kinda hot too… you should let me take care of you more often!” you say, planting kisses in his hair.

“mmkay. just, please, don't mention this ever again.” he whines in defeat, leaning into you.

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somefanchick · 2 days ago

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TWST Boy Love Languages

What are everyone's top three love languages? (Words of Affirmation; Quality Time; Physical Touch; Acts of Service; Receiving Gifts / Gift Giving) Headcanon list, all characters except Ortho. (I may do one for Ortho and non-NRC characters later) I only know information from the English server story (not including book 7) and events so sorry if anything is terribly out of character. This ended up being structured as 1 - [How he likes to show love], 2 - [How he likes to be shown love], and 3 - [Best of both worlds]. This can be seen as platonic or romantic for all characters.

TWST Masterlist

Riddle

Acts of Service: While Riddle does value capable people, he also likes to show he cares by helping those around him. A good example is in book 2 when he fixes the prefect’s tie for them. It’s not that he believes that the prefect is incapable, they have clearly shown him they are, but he is showing his appreciation by helping with the minor task.

Words of Affirmation: Please tell Riddle you are proud of him. Please tell him he is doing a good job. It’s not like he needs it, but he really wants it. His mother never really praised him for doing well in his studies or extracurriculars, so he appreciates hearing the words.

Quality Time: Riddle clearly didn’t have much time to spend with people he cared about in his childhood. This leads to him really appreciating time spent with people. If he is spending time with you beyond necessity, then you know he cares about you.

Ace

Words of Affirmation: I think we all recognize he shows his love through bullying. He is giving you attention and keeping himself ‘safe’ by making himself look less attached. However, when he gets the nerve to really express how he feels he will do so through words. It feels more solid to him if he is able to say it.

Physical Touch: PLEASE! I mean- what? He doesn’t care about that. It’s not like he really wants to hold the people he cares about in a nice long cuddle or heaven forbid the thought of him being the little spoon. Don’t mind the fact that his hands are almost always on your shoulder or arms. Don’t mind that he has offered to let you sleep on his shoulder or chest multiple times. He’s just kidding! No seriously he wants physical affection please.

Quality Time: He does like hanging out with his friends and the more he cares the more he will want to spend more time with you. He loves playing cards, watching movies, or honestly doing anything together. Especially when he can find an excuse to get closer to you.

Deuce

Acts of Service: He loves doing things for others and taking care of them. Carrying your bags for you, taking you for a ride on a blastcycle, pulling out your chair for you, putting his hand on the table’s edge in order to keep you from bumping your head, I could go on. This not only makes him feel like a gentleman, but it is almost a habit from taking care of his mother.

Quality Time: Spend time with him. He doesn’t care if it is studying, reading, playing games, watching movies, or just sitting and talking. He just likes to be there with you. He enjoys being there for you and he genuinely believes that the best way to spend his days is around the people he cares for.

Physical Touch: Part of his protective nature calls him to hold his friends close metaphorically and physically. He is a big fan of holding a partner while dancing, kisses on hands, and other cheesy physical gestures, but he would try his best to never admit it. That stuff is mostly for romantic relationships, but that doesn’t stop him from holding onto his friends whenever it’s appropriate.

Trey

Acts of Service: He likes doing things for you when you don’t know he’s the one doing them. Putting a blanket over others when they are asleep, leaving a glass of water on the table for you while you study, little things that you almost forget about. However, we have seen he also can be more direct with it, acting as Heartslabyul’s mother hen and making sure that all under his power brush their teeth and take care of themselves.

Quality Time: Want to show Trey you care? Spend time with him, especially when he is baking. He might ask for your help if he really really needs you for a moment, but for the most part he just likes the company. He can do a lot of the baking while not entirely focusing on it, so he likes to listen to you talk or even engage in conversation with you.

Receiving Gifts / Gift Giving: He’s not as big of a fan of baking as he tends to be seen as; he does it largely because he is good at it and it gives him some kind of status within Heartslabyul. However, I do think he genuinely likes baking for those he cares about. He likes the idea of you enjoying something he made with his own two hands. I also think he likes receiving little things from people, especially if they made the items themselves. Little pieces of origami, snacks, notes, and other little things. It warms his heart to know you like doing those things for him.

Cater

Gift Giving: Cater loves getting the people he loves little gifts. It could be a drink or snack from a cafe or just something he thought would be so cute to see you with. He also is a fan of leaving little notes with affirmations or reminders around where he knows the people he cares about will see them. He does it for himself as well, so it’s a piece of cake to make sure you know you are also wonderful.

Words of Affirmation: This kinda goes into the note thing, but mostly he likes to hear what you like about him. Fun and positive comments in person and on his posts basically sustain him. Telling him how much you care about him or telling him how much you liked something he did is the best way to show him you care. He will immediately throw a complement back in response, but that doesn’t mean that he means it any less.

Quality Time: He is the king of mutual doom scrolling. While he prefers to doom scroll with someone looking over his shoulder, he also likes being in the same room with others while on phones independently. He finds it all somewhat intimate, like showing others what is on his For You page is pretty close to completely baring his soul. He also just likes being there in person to see your reactions.

Leona

Physical Touch: He is SUCH a physical touch guy. There might be no way he’d tell you when he likes you, but the signs are there when he suddenly decides your lap looks like a comfy pillow. He is the type to just rest himself on you at random times. He doesn’t really ask, I mean why would he? You should feel honored to be getting so much attention from the second prince. It’s definitely not because he’s clingy with people he cares about (out of a small fear they will leave when they find something better). Definitely not.

Acts of Service: Look, you can’t blame the man for wanting princess treatment. He’s never going to ask for it, but it makes him feel so special when you do things for him. It’s not the same as when Ruggie does it for money. This is genuine care. He values action much more than words, so doing little things for his benefit means much more than any vocal reassurance.

Quality Time: He loves one on one time with people he cares about. You don’t really even need to talk with him. He just likes napping in another’s presence, or simply just sitting in the same room with people he cares about while doing completely independent activities. He just likes the feeling of being there for someone. And someone being there for him. Also if he is there, he can scare off the other herbivores that want to take you away. I mean, who would want to spend time with mutts when you can spend it with a prince, right? RIGHT!?

Ruggie

Acts of Service: Okay so we all know this man is a busy bee. He is always trying to get the most benefit possible, so he’s doing the most work possible. So how does he show he cares? Doing work for little to no compensation. Now I don’t mean anything like servitude, but I mean doing the little things. Plus if someone he really cares about asks him to do something, sevens know he is rushing to do it.

Receiving Gifts: He loves getting things. Give him a snack or some other treat without him having done anything to ‘earn’ it, and he will love it. Call him materialistic, he doesn’t care. I mean, why wouldn’t you give him things if you care about him so much. He deserves it. Besides, it gives him a good excuse to stay if you feed him.

Words of Affirmation: Okay so call him a wimp (or simp). He likes being told that he’s doing good, or that he’s amazing. Plus, it gives him an excuse to ‘pay you back’ by randomly complimenting you. He knows that some people don’t get enough appreciation, and he wants to show the people he cares about that they are worth it. Even if it might be embarrassing to say.

Jack

Acts of Service: Jack likes feeling useful. He loves feeling like he’s doing the right thing by those he cares the most about. He’ll carry heavy things for others, assist with home and housework, and honestly anything he can to show he cares.

Quality Time: He loves spending time with people. He also likes it when you give him attention, so spend plenty of that time talking to and doing things with him. He also enjoys company during his morning jogs and other workouts. Even if you are not working out with him, he likes being able to listen to you. If you don’t mind the sweat. He’s also okay with doing independent activities while existing in the same space, though he prefers being able to hear you.

Words of Affirmation: He has sensitive hearing so hearing the pleasant voice of someone he cares about. Sevens know praise will get his tail wagging, no matter how much he tries to hide it. Even if he is a man of few words, he does like expressing his own care with short and direct compliments on his loved ones character. He rarely compliments looks or other things (even if he thinks you look pretty), preferring to praise personality and achievement.

Azul

Gift Giving: Okay so let's be honest, if he is giving someone something with no strings attached, then he is whipped. He does like feeling useful and giving others what they need. He also likes seeing the people he cares about with items he has given them. Octopi are territorial by nature, so he feels like he has some small claim over people when he sees them wearing or with something he spent his time or money on. It’s a good feeling for him. If not slightly concerning, he can’t help it.

Physical Touch: Okay, hear me out. I feel like he loves getting personal, physical attention from the people he really really cares about. He’d love waking up to a long slow cuddle where no one was in any rush to wake up. He’s very selective with his touch, but he prefers to be the one receiving the affection. He loves getting his hair brushed for him, or having his head pet gently. Do not try touching him casually, it always has to be with his permission or you will be in trouble.

Quality Time: He is one of the boys that just likes existing in the same space as those he cares about. He will be hard at work for the lounge, studying, or some other independent activity and just be happy that you are in the VIP room with him. He also enjoys playing board games with those he cares about. Especially when they get competitive with him. He likes the challenge.

Jade

Acts of Service: He likes doing things for others in general since it makes him valuable to others and it gives him power over the people in his life as well as helps with manipulation. However, helping out of pure care means that he helps with what you need no matter what. Even if you don’t know you need it. He is hyper vigilant in figuring out exactly what you need or want and doing it before you even get the chance to do it yourself. As long as he doesn’t get preoccupied with work or his mushrooms.

Quality Time: PLEASE GO HIKING WITH HIM! Go on a nice walk in the mountains and bear with him while he rants about and picks mushrooms and other mountain flora. He will barely process how much that means to him in the moment, but it will 100% make him blush as he tries to go to sleep later. He has a hard time processing affection at the moment, but that care lingers with him everytime he is not busy or at work.

Receiving Gifts / Gift Giving: Okay so it would totally start with him giving you things he found on his hikes that he already had or couldn’t use in any way. Then it evolves into him giving you hiking gear in order to rope you into his club activities, and eventually he is giving you things casually. He very much appreciates when you give him cool things you see on the trails with him or just little things that make you think of him. If the item is only really present on land, it will make him value the item even more. He’s just so curious about things on land (you included).

Floyd

Physical Touch: Cuteness Aggression! CUTENESS AGGRESSION! He just wants to squeeze you and he can’t help it! It makes it even harder when you are acting cute or innocent/naive. He gets this way with anyone he cares about in any capacity, though he can be trained out of it (though it will make him sad). He doesn’t really care about the time or place, he just wants to lean on you or squeeze you until you pop.

Quality Time: Okay so like, let’s be honest. People don’t really hang around him too long. Some of that is on him, he gets bored or wanders away in order to follow one of his whims. But most of the time it is because he’s a little too much for them. Spend time with him. Don’t try to just use him for his intimidation or size, but genuinely live in the moment and entertain him. He might not say it, but it’ll really affect him.

Words of Affirmation: Okay so this is kinda like how Ace’s love language is bullying. Floyd just loves to get reactions from you. It can be from making fun of you, flustering you, or simply saying something to get you to say “WTF”. He also loves when you say things to him. When you try to get reactions out of him. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t like the attention or praise that comes with it.

Kalim

Gift Giving: Okay so there is a full fic on my page about this, (Kalim's Love Language) so I’ll try and keep it short. He sees gift-giving as natural. He has the resources someone else wants or needs, so he gives it to them. In smaller doses, it’s almost lost its meaning. However, it is when he gives something homemade or he has to try and figure out a gift for someone, it has much more love and affection in it. He values the time and thought it took for him to come up with the gift more than the gift he is giving.

Words of Affirmation: Praise this boy. He is used to praise back home from his siblings, the masses, and from servants. However, he doesn’t have much of that at NRC. He takes it like a champ and he’s ever-so accommodating, but he does love when he gets verbal confirmation he’s doing the right thing. He also loves conversations with others about anything. He also likes to listen. He’ll give out more praise than anyone else, but he really appreciates being praised back.

Acts of Service: He likes doing things for others and he really appreciates when people do things for him. Though the latter is what happens more often than not. However, Kailm is someone you can count on for the little things; like grabbing your things for you, being there to support you when you are nervous, or simply doing whatever he can to assist. (Honestly I think this sort of thing is why Kailm is so confused by Jamil’s hatred and hostility, because he is so used to people doing things for others because they care. So he didn’t understand that Jamil wasn’t doing all those things to show love or care.)

Jamil

(Pls don’t judge me for this one, I do not understand this man in the slightest. I’m trying my best.)

Quality Time: He doesn’t waste time on stuff he doesn’t want or have to do. So if he is genuinely spending time with you with no ulterior motive in mind, then he really does care about you. The only issue is that it is hard to really tell why he is spending time with you. He’s very good at masking his intentions, but if he is spending time around you and not putting up a front, then damn he really must care.

Receiving Gifts: He likes getting things. Especially when they are from the heart. He’s used to Kalim’s flippant, expensive gifts; however getting smaller gifts from people he cares about has a completely different effect on him. Especially when those things help him with his duties or simply make his life easier in little ways.

Acts of Service: To be honest, taking care of others is a habit for him at this point. However, his attitude about it is the main difference. Instead of doing it without thinking or because he feels he has to, he will be actively going out of his way to help out. And if you do the same-! He is obsessed. He doesn't get much capable help with nothing attached to it, so he loves it when you do things to help out.

Vil

Acts of Service: Vil fusses over people and does everything he can in order to help them strive for perfection. However, he also likes to fuss over people in the more literal sense. He loves spa days, dress-up, and hairdressing. If he really cares about you he will want to do these things for you. While he is attracted to competence and independence, he does also appreciate being able to help. He finds joy in doing the simple things for you, (and he does like being able to dress those he cares about like a doll).

Quality Time: He is a busy guy so time spent with him is very important. He will love letting you tag along to whatever events he can. He also loves doing mundane things with those he cares about. His father was often very busy, leaving him alone for much of his childhood, so it really does matter when people spend time with him. Even if it is just sitting with him while you both do your own jobs. Even if it is in comfortable silence.

Receiving Gifts / Gift Giving: This man gives things out very often. He’ll give clothing, skincare, perfumes, ect. Most of the time it is in order to make himself look better, sometimes it is to help his ‘projects’, ect. But whatever the case, he loves giving things to people he cares about. He also appreciates gifts from the heart. He can get his hands on expensive things that many others couldn’t dream of owning, but he loves when someone makes something for him (Though he won’t accept less than your best). Bake something for him, make him some custom jewelry; whatever your talent is, he will appreciate seeing it or being on the receiving end of it.

Rook

Words of Affirmation: This man sings praises like it’s his job. He says praises so often they might seem dishonest, but he means every word. He praises all accomplishments, and can even tell you what you need improvement with. Though any criticism is definitely constructive. And rest assured, he will praise any improvement or discovery you make. Because to him, it is beautiful.

Quality Time: He loves spending time with those he cares for or wants to observe. So the best way to show him you also care, is to bring him along to whatever you plan to do for the day. Going into town? Let Rook tag along. Studying in the library? Let Rook tag along. Hanging out with his friends? Well he wouldn’t want to intrude, but you can let him watch from afar. <3

Acts of Service: He loves doing things for those he cares about. I mean we saw that in book 6 when he went out of his way to bring Vil his products. He loves seeing beauty and will do anything to help those he loves shine. And Sevens know he will be so grateful for anything you do for him. He sees others' generosity, especially towards him, as one of the most beautiful things around. It’s enough to get him obsessed and curious to see if he’s the only one you do these things for.

Epel

Acts of Service: Epel likes to be useful. He likes to feel manly and strong by opening jars, getting things for others, or simply just defending those he cares for. It’s also somewhat of a habit from living in Harveston. Small, farmer towns where he’s the youngest worker and everyone helps everyone else like their family? Yeah he’s definitely accustomed to helping those he loves. And he’s happy to do it. Why wouldn’t he help those he loves when he’s fully capable and it makes him feel strong.

Physical Touch: He loves the idea of driving someone around on a blastcycle or a broom while they hold onto his waist. He loves the idea of big spooning when cuddling. He loves all that romantic stuff. But he’s not going to initiate it. He hates that he actually likes when Vil or Rook comb through his hair. He needs those physical touches. It’s not that he’s touch-starved by any means. It’s actually kinda because of the opposite reason. He is so used to being fussed over and hugged by family members or neighbors that he feels somewhat of a deficit in physical affection when he moves to NRC. Show him you care by giving him back some of that affection he’ll never admit he’s missing.

Quality Time: He likes spending time with people. That does connect once again to his close-knit upbringing. He is very used to spending a lot of time with others. He’ll do just about anything with people he cares about. While he definitely has things he doesn't like to do, he is willing to do a lot of them as long as they’re with people he really cares about. He also really appreciates when people make that same effort for him. Come to his spelldrive games. Go riding with him. He loves the effort just as much as the time spent.

Idia

Quality Time: He’s a shut in. That much is obvious. He likes gaming in his room where no one can perceive him. However, when he opens his door for someone it means he really cares. Yeah he’ll love playing games with those he cares about, but even just being in the same room as him is his way of showing he cares. He’s another one of those happy to do independent activities while in the room with someone he cares about. However, he will randomly start talking about his games, show, or manga and he will somewhat expect you to listen. (Like my roommate has told me that I do and I am working on that as an individual lol.)

Acts of Service: He likes letting people do things for him. While he does like doing something himself – if you want it done right you have to do it yourself and all that – but the smaller things or the social things he likes having done for him. Go pick up his latest manga for him. Bring him snacks. Do things that help keep him from leaving his room. Or maybe even do things that get him outside while not making it absolutely miserable. He will complain at first, but some part of him will be happy that you care enough to get him to do responsible things.

Receiving Gifts / Gift Giving: He will take notice of your interests. And he will appreciate it when other people do the same. Make him some custom merch for one of his anime or games. Pick up in-store only merchandise for him. He’ll also reciprocate by ordering you merchandise from your favorite franchises (that he likely introduced you too). The price doesn’t really matter to him, the only thing that really matters is if he thinks you’ll want it. He also will buy most media that he wants to introduce you too that you show any interest in. He’ll buy games for your system, manga, or really anything else that the two of you can bond over. Heaven forbid when a gacha game releases a character you both want. He’ll try his best to make sure you both get it.

Malleus

Acts of Service: This man can borderline do anything. Like he can make basically anything happen for those he cares about. While he doesn’t attempt to overstep and lets you do what you need to do, if you ask he will do anything for his child of man. He also does try to occasionally do little things for you to make your life better. He finds out Ramshackle is lacking in any way? It will just be fixed next time you check it. Oh look, the shower you mentioned now has hot water? That’s odd. Huh, those sheets are much softer than you remembered from when you got up this morning. Things like that. He never really lets you know he’s doing these things, he’s just delighted when you notice and you go to tell him how lucky you seem to be.

Quality Time: He loves when you carve out time for him. He loves spending time with you on nighttime walks. He loves stargazing or looking at ruins or mansions adorned with gargoyles. He loves late night walks and being able to do the little things with someone who isn’t bending to his whims or actively peeing their pants. He appreciates being able to spend time being normal. A feeling he can only get from one on one time with his darling child of man.

Words of Affirmation: Let him yap at you. Yap back at him. He loves it. It kinda goes with the blurb about quality time but he just likes listening and talking with you one on one. His favorite thing is nighttime talks while walking or stargazing. He’ll listen to complaints, stories, or really anything about your homelife. But just prepare yourself for him to rant about gargoyles or tell you about him getting some invitation to some sort of event or something. He loves yapping, and he loves the yapper.

Lillia

Physical Touch: He loves teasing, but his favorite method of teasing? Physically. He loves jumping out and scaring those he likes. He loves suddenly appearing and poking people in the small of the back. Or just poking people anywhere. He loves seeing reactions to randomly hugging people. Or suddenly leaning over someone. It’s all in good fun. But you know he really cares when his touch turns soft. When he holds someone gently. Cradling crying faces, brushing hair out with his fingers, or letting someone lay on him. He can be mean with his touches, or he can be sweet. As long as he is showing care through touch.

Quality Time: He feels old. Let’s be honest. He’s gotten to the point of his long life that he values every moment more than ever. While he’s always lived in the moment, he now really treasures every moment like it’ll never happen again. So he wants to spend as many moments with the people he loves. And he has a lot of love to give. Spend time with him. He’ll love every second.

Words of Affirmation: As mentioned before, he loves teasing. He will tease verbally and Sevens know that he will be insulted if you don’t tease him back. Or at least have a fun reaction to the teasing. He also just loves to listen to you or be listened to. He loves hearing and telling stories. He has so much life that he’s lived and he wants to share it with the people he loves.

Silver

Quality Time: Since he falls asleep so often, he really values time spent awake. So he wants to give that time to the people he cares about. It also helps that being active with people can somewhat help him stay awake. He also loves doing lots of things with people. He wants to follow in his father’s footsteps and experience life to the fullest he can. And doing those things with people he cares about? That just makes it all the better.

Physical Touch: Let him sleep on you. Like when he falls asleep, move his head onto your lap. Brush your fingers through his hair. Move him somewhere safe and warm. Hold him close while he rests. Wake him up with gentle touches and soft words. He’ll melt. He loves being cradled almost as much as he loves being strong for others. He’s not weak by any means. However, he loves the opportunity to be weak. He loves the safety of another’s gentle touch. It’s peaceful. Perfect.

Acts of Service: He’s such a caregiver. A big protector. He likes being a safespace or home for those he loves. He shows this by doing things for you. Helping with homework, bringing soup or notes when you are sick, etc. However, he loves when the acts are reciprocated. He loves being helped as much as he loves helping. He’s both a prince and princess (at least stereotype-wise lol). Doing things for him will 100% make him melt. It is so sweet to watch him care and be cared for.

Sebek

Words of Affirmation: So his affection will be yelled at you, so if you aren’t ready for that – don’t let him grow attached. We have all seen how vocal his love for Malleus is. He will verbally build you up, talk about you to others, and defend you. He will work hard to make sure to properly communicate his care to you. You are not allowed to be insecure around him. Any complaint from you will be battled verbally against a man who cannot shut up with his praise. It’s honestly sweet.

Quality Time: He likes spending time around people. People rub off on people. Meaning if he is spending more time around these amazing people, then he will become more like them. Plus, he likes the attention. He likes to know that these people he cares about want him around. Sebek isn’t immune to wanting to be cared about. And spending time with him, wanting him in your life, is how he knows that someone really does care.

Acts of Service: Sebek is a knight. He likes to care for people and be at their beck and call. He loves protecting them at their side. And he’s that same way with people he cares for. He feels duty-bound to them, wanting to be a hero to the people he cares for. However, he would (will be) lying if (when) he says he doesn’t love it when you take care of him. When you protect him. When you serve him as he would serve you. Since he believes that this devotion is one of the best ways to show care on his end, it is endlessly flattering to him to have that same kind of devotion shown to him.

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angelltheninth · 3 days ago

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Michael Robinavitch Makes Take a Break From Work

Pairing: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, age-gap, established relationship, co-workers, being tired, overworking, teasing, cheek kisses, headaches, banter

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A/N: Another medical show for me to obsess over. So many cool (hot) characters here. Enjoy, comment, reblog, all that good stuff.

Robby couldn't find you anywhere and it was already pretty late. What was worse was that you weren't answering your phone at all, which only added to his worry. In the last few days he'd been seeing you less and less, yes the work was piling up, especially with the recent strings of fights breaking out, but he still wanted to have some time with you.

The last place he looked was where he found you, over your little desk, with a lamp shining at you and the stack of papers and medical records. A cold cup of coffee was in the corner, almost gone.

"I kind of suspected you were here but I really wanted to be wrong. Working late again are you?" Robby's heavy, warm hand pressed against your shoulder, then another giving you a massage. "You're gonna get all stiff if you keep sitting like that. The posture's gonna ruin your spine too."

You chuckled and leaned back, head tilted to look up at him. "Don't worry about me Robby. You know I don't mind awkward physical positions." You teased and winked up at him.

He chuckled knowingly, his hands pressing a little harder, pressing a pleasant sounds from your lips. "Doll, you've only been working here about half a year and in that time there's one thing I've learned about you. How insanely nimble and stubborn you are. But you need to rest every once in a while. As new doctor you should know that. Or did you spend your medical school partying and studying just before tests?"

You thought back to those days, endless hours spent in front of a book, the cheap instant ramen you ate even though you knew how bad it was for you, the sleepless nights... definitely not as much partying or fooling around. You were a good student.

"No parties. Mostly getting as much studying in as humanly possible." You reached for you coffee and drank the last of it. Robby shook his head and sighed. Taking the cup out of your hands he set it back to the corner and pressed his thumbs against your temples.

Again, a soft, pleasant sound left you.

"More like inhumanly possible if the coffee intake is the same as what I've observed. Just because you're in your mid-20s doesn't mean you have to push yourself beyond what's good for you. It's probably not helping your headache either." You groaned under the scrutiny of his words. He was right, absolutely right and it irked you. "Let's go home. I'll make you tea and we can sleep until our next shift. And I do actually mean sleep this time. Promise."

Your cheeks heated up slightly but honestly you felt a little too tired to do anything but sleep once you got home. Even with all the caffeine in your system, it would have inevitably lead to an energy crashout and you can't afford that.

"Always looking out for me. My big, strong man." You kissed his cheek and felt a smile grace Robby's lips.

"Someone has to right? We look out for each other now, doll." Hand in hand he walked through the mostly empty halls, the cold lights illuminating your path.

Dividers by: @/bredasbendystraws

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lockeswoodss · 2 days ago

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The Crimson Glow: Chapter 1

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You had long given up on meeting your soulmates. At 33, you felt like you'd miss the window. Pathetic off white pink strings, that had only darkened twice, were your only claim to them. That was until you started your across-state journey from Philly to P-burgh. Feeling brash after a recent breakup you threw caution to the wind and applied for a job across your home state. To your surprise, you were hired. With the encouragement of your close friends and brother, you committed to the new experience. For once, you were excited for adventure, that was until your strings began to darken.

CW: none? I guess cursing? If you see something please let me know 💛

A/N: While this chapter does not include smut there will be some in future chapters; it's a slow burn. Smut chapters will be labeled

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin (also the requester of this prompt ^-^)

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It would be an understatement to say that you’ve grown pessimistic when it comes to your soulmates. I mean fuck you were in your early thirties and your soul link of red strings had only changed from a pale pink twice in your life before going back to the default light pink. Yes, strings plural. You were part of the 2% of Americans who are estimated to have more than one soulmate. Despite this occurring in 1 in 50 people, your parents were from a generation where those who had more than one soulmate were ostracized. In turn, they had trained you since you were able to talk to only refer to one string. It had been ingrained in you to the extent that even now, as an adult, you had only told less than five people outside of your family about having two soulmates. Two of which were close friends, and the other two were past long-term relationships. Fuck what you wouldn’t give for a quote of your first words, or a countdown timer. Anything other than this off-white string that had been hanging over your head since childhood.

You knew that you could only be mad at fate to a certain extent. You had chosen to be career driven and bet on sure things rather than chasing after strings that had been stagnant for almost your whole life. In a way, you wish you could be as carefree as your twin brother. Benjamin, ever the romantic, took what was supposed to be a gap year from undergrad to grad school to find his mate. He headed east to Europe and backpacked across the entire continent before finding his soulmate, now husband, in Sicily. He ended up settling in London with his soulmate, Dante, eleven years ago and never looked back. Your parents’ reaction to his “lifestyle choices” was the final nail in the coffin before you both went no contact. You were the only thing left trying him to the US. You visited him at least once a year and talked regularly. You always wished you could be as carefree as he was. Despite your own situation, you were beyond happy for your brother. If not a bit envious, which led you to now, you pulled off at a rest station off of Route 76 on the verge of a panic attack.

You had just passed Harrisburg, two hours into your journey west from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh. For the first time ever both your strings were red, overlapped and darkening as you got closer to Pittsburgh. You didn’t know what to do or how to process this new information. Your strings had been overlapped for about two years now, and you had dealt with and accepted the fact that your soulmates had most likely found each other. No, it was the darkening that threw you for a loop. This had only happened twice, the first time the string had gone from off-white to red only to turn back light pink within a few hours. That same string, pointing east across the Atlantic, had briefly turned black to grey back to light pink. You’d never forget that day one of your soulmates had almost died. Your sting had gone black for a minute and 57 seconds.

You shook your head, dismissing that thought; you were already stressed as it was.

You don’t know how Benji and your friend, a Pittsburgh native, had convinced you to take life by the reins and be impulsive. Between your recent breakup and a job opportunity across the state, you had made the improbable choice. You quit your job and got an apartment on the other side of the state. You regret it now, dread building in your gut. You weren’t spontaneous, no, you were practical and thorough. You didn’t take these kinds of risks.

Fuck, you felt like you were going to throw up. You quickly exited your maps app. Your thumb was over your brother’s contact info when your call screen suddenly took over displaying an incoming call from him. You picked up before the first ring had ended.

“You’re okay,” Ben’s voice rang out before you even had the chance to greet him. The wails of your nephew faint in the background.

“I-” You started, voice shaky, you paused before taking a breath.

“It’s okay,” he said once again, voice level.

“They’re red Ben, like properly red, like the ones in the movies.” You responded, you somehow managed to get the words out evenly, before taking another deep breath.

“Sis, that’s a good thing,” he responded, smile clear in his voice.

“No, I don’t know what to do,” you sighed, pressing your forehead flush with the top of the steering wheel, “I always know what to do Ben.”

“It’s okay to not know what’s to come, most people don’t know what’s going to happen before they meet their soulmate. You just have to lean on fate for a bit before going back to being a know-it-all,” he joked, hoping to lighten your mood.

“Okay,” you sighed, breathing going back to normal. “But what if I’m not what they’re expecting?”

“Then they’ll be pleasantly surprised,” He responded,

“What if it’s a bad time? Or if I meet them before making it to Pittsburgh?” You ask.

“There’s no perfect time to meet your mates, and if you meet them before Pittsburgh, you’ll figure it out. Like you always do.” He said comfortingly,

“What if-what if they don’t want me?” you said, finally voicing your deepest concern.

“Sis,” he replied softly, his voice just loud enough to register on his phone’s mic.

“I’m just-Fuck, I’m a mess, I start at my new job in less than two days, my apartment isn’t set up, and I definitely needed to do a everything shower this morning, but gaslighted myself into not washing my hair.” You sighed, “Just,” you breathed, “What if I’m not good enough?” Your voice wavered.

“Hey, watch your tone, I know you’re not bad mouthing my sister. Not the one that put herself through college, a master’s program, and a licensing process to become an art therapist. Not the woman who devotes everything to her patients within boundaries. Not the one who worked pro bono at a grief summer camp because of a staffing shortage. Or on top of everything is an amazing artist. Cuz she’s an empathetic badass, who is way too smart to say any of that shit.” Ben responded.

“Ben,” you said, sniffled, eyes watering.

“You’re going to be okay. They are lucky to be blessed with your presence and happy to meet you. If not, I’ll fuck them up.”

You let out a wet laugh, a single tear escaping each of your eyes as you blinked.

“Thanks,” you sniffled, a soft smile on your lips.

“No problem. What are big brothers for?” he asked, jokingly.

“Just cuz you cut in line does not make you older.” You responded to a lifelong debate with an eyeroll he’d never see, “Sorry for falling apart on you.”

“Sis, I’m sleep training a five-month-old, who is on what I hope is the tail end of colic. You were a much-needed break.”

“Tell Atlas his auntie loves him.” You said, taking one last deep breath. The weight gone from your chest.

“I will.” You could hear the softness in his voice shift, Atlas most likely finally calming down for Dante in the other room, “If you need anything, feel free to call.”

“I will, love you,” you reply.

“Love you too,” he responded before you clicked off the call.

You took a deep breath; you plugged your phone back into its charging port and clicked on maps and cued up a hip-hop mix. You shifted from park to drive and merged back onto I-76. You took one last stop two hours in, but it just made you more tired. You white knuckled it until you got to the parking garage adjacent to your building. Your strings continued to darken, color plateaued when you drove into the city’s limits. They weren’t overlapping anymore. On was pointing up, something you’d never seen before, and the other was pointing off to the right as you face your apartment building. You texted Ben and your friend who lived in the city that you got in safely. You unloaded your backpack and a single suitcase that held all your valuables. For the first time, you found yourself liking the annoying squeaks of its broken wheel. It was something familiar.

After you locked your car, the next half hour was a blur. You signed the final paperwork at the office and got your keys. You boarded the elevator and clicked on the tenth floor.

Your breath caught in your throat as the red string that was pointing upward started to move laterally down, while the other started to point down. The above one kept moving downward until it was back to the height of your palm. Was this it? Were you about to meet your soulmate? Despite bitching about not meeting them for the better part of thirty years you felt wildly unprepared. The ding of your floor snapped you out of your daze.

Were they living on the same floor as you?

You shook your head, turning left as the building manager had directed you. You slowly made your way down the hall; your suitcase’s broken wheel squeaking was the only noise. Your head snapped down as you passed the last apartment on the right before yours. The string was bright crimson, bolder than you had ever seen before. As you walked on, the string went through you, through the wall into that apartment.

You paused. But then there was nothing? Maybe they were asleep? It was four in the afternoon, but you weren’t really one to judge; you always loved a good nap. That or maybe they worked nights? After waiting for a beat, you slowly walked down to your apartment door, keeping an eye on the door as you opened yours.

Maybe this was okay? While you were desperate to meet them, you also had just completed an over five-hour drive, and you felt and you’re sure, looked like hot garbage. You gave yourself no time to take in the apartment before crossing through the sea of reusable boxes to your bedroom. You quickly tossed your backpack on the sheetless mattress resting on a built bed frame. You pulled out the lounge wear you packed along with a towel and washcloth from one of the totes before rushing to the bathroom. If you were gonna meet them today you were gonna have clean hair god dammit. You turned on the water as you stripped, your string remaining solitary to the one spot in your neighbor’s apartment. You unpacked your toiletries onto the shower’s ledges before jumping in. Your nerves got to you again, loitering in the shower as long as you could justify. After drying off, you did your full extended post-shower routine; eyes never straying far from the solitaire string.

While you tried to start to unpack, you couldn’t help but stare at the string. Should you just go and knock on their door? Before you could scheme any further, your stomach grumbled. It was already five and you hadn’t eaten since the last rest stop. Maybe going to grab something to eat wasn’t the worst idea ever. It’d get you out of your current impasse of staring at a wall. You picked a well-rated Thai restaurant around the corner, ordering way too much for a single person. The entire trip lasted about a half-hour, but it was a nice break. You got some fresh air and were able to stretch your legs as you took in the neighborhood. When you got back to the lobby, your other string started to darken quickly, like it was speeding towards you. You debated waiting for it or going back upstairs so that you could all be together. You opted for the latter and retreated back to your apartment. The string on your floor remained still, only starting to move as you closed your door.

Your heart began to hammer in your chest as you placed the food down on your kitchen counter. You were about to check in with Ben before a loud knock sounded off. Hesitantly, you approached the door, strings bright red, almost glowing. They formed a “V” shape as you wrapped your hand around the door handle.

This was it

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A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read! I am in the last month of my semester, so I don't have an update schedule as of now. Will hopefully be more consistent after mid-May. Hope you're doing well whenever you are 💛

#the pitt fanfiction #the pitt #pre canon #cross posted on ao3 #jack abbot x reader x michael robinavitch #michael robinavitch x reader #jack abbot x reader #jack abbot #michael robinavitch #jack abbot x michael robinavitch #slow burn #soulmate au #eventual smut #poly robby & jack #mxm #mxf #mxmxf #the crimson glow

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jesncin · 2 days ago

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"Constantine: Distorted Illusions" Sure Did Distort My Illusions

When it comes to transformative art I always say, "changes are fine, it's what you say and do with those changes that I'm interested in." This is cape media, they're always reimagining things to tell new stories. So any notion of "accuracy" feels like non-starter arguments for me when discussing a text as nebulous as cape comics. That being said, what does cursed YA graphic novel "Constantine: Distorted Illusions" do with the many changes it makes to Hellblazer lore? Because I'm seeing all these surface level illusions (heheh) to Hellblazer but huge changes are made that undermine the radically punk text of the source material.

Bullet point review of thoughts below, sorry for exposing yall to ken doll Johnstantine again lmao, I just want a meta that goes beyond "I hate that he's pretty":

Let's get this out of the way, the writing is bad. I don't want anyone saying "it's because it's YA/for teens!" because there are fantastic YA graphic novels out there, heck even within DC that's the case (Girl Taking Over, read it). I've read middle grade graphic novels with stronger writing than this. The MG Constantine graphic novel is easily better.

The dialogue is generic and the character voices are not indistinct (if Kami Garcia believes that making John say "Bloody" and "brilliant" and "toss" makes him British, she is mistaken), the relationships are superficial and lack depth, the plot arguably doesn't start until over halfway through the story. I'd argue the story only really starts when Mucuous Membrane gets blacklisted from performing and John decides to summon a spirit for revenge. Otherwise the beginning half is such a drag of nothing.

The art. Compliment sandwich: It's a very appealing style that teens especially will really like. Isaac Goodheart's clearly very skilled in drawing fashion and hairstyles- which again, teens will love.

The not good art: it's the part where, in pursuit of making all the characters look model-level attractive, that it disrupts the momentum of the storytelling. John especially is drawn to be so handsome-squidward that he's rendered with these duck lips in every panel, it's haunting.

Like he's threatening to kiss the reader at any second (and I did not consent). But it isn't limited to John- all the characters have a "supermodel stiffness" that gets in the way of their acting. When someone is devastated, they can't ugly cry- they still have to look hot so they can't fully emote. It makes it hard to treat any emotional beat seriously when the characters are posing for a magazine cover every minute. Some pages felt more like pin ups than truly composing a moment for storytelling reasons. In their quest to make these characters hot, it made me incapable of connecting with them- because they're not emoting like people.

Second end of compliment sandwich for art: The colors are good (props to Ruth Reymond) and some of the layouts are inspired! The painterly pages especially look very cool.

I think Distorted Illusions' biggest sin and what makes it so antithetically Hellblazer (and not in the good way- I'm all for re-imaginings that challenge the source material) is this groveling to authority figures. OG Hellblazer is a punk text- John is a born and raised punk from the 80s to 90s, hates the rich and tricks Gods, Demons, and Devils with his wits. He humiliates beings of authority, proving how their pride gets the better of them. But in Distorted Illusions, John has to apologize and ask for help not just from his dad Thomas (canonically abusive in the og canon text)- but his stepdad and a magician he failed to apprentice under. They all come to help him after he apologizes for being reckless.

In contrast, the Hellblazer middle grade graphic novel "The Mystery of The Meanest Teacher- a Johnny Constantine Graphic Novel" actually understood this! Even for a graphic novel I would consider to be the most safe and commercial way to pitch Hellblazer to kids (it's comedic, plays it safe- sets the story in America, lighthearted), it is still inherently an anti-authority narrative. The plot there was for John and his friend to uncover why their teacher is targeting them as magic-user kids. Johnny uses his smarts to outsmart authority. It's a communal effort with similarly marginalized friends against a bigger threat.

Distorted Illusions on the other hand has John dawdle around in America for a while before he eventually messes up and has to come crying to his dad, stepdad, and teacher for help. A whole coven of magic users of authority just exorcize a demon out of John's hospitalized friend. There wasn't even any smarts involved. No trickery. They just "do powerful magic that John can't do because he doesn't train" and leave. Frankly, with the state of the writing, I don't think Garcia is clever enough to think of a classic Constantine silver tongued solution.

What I do think both the MG and YA graphic novel (and to an extent all of DC!Johnstantine) misunderstand about og Hellblazer is that,,, magic isn't inherently special in the world of Hellblazer. Sure John is from a bloodline of Laughing Magicians but there's plenty of Constantines that don't practice magic. One of the things that surprised me when reading the very first issue of Hellblazer was Gary Lester (John's Mucous Membrane band member and friend) performing an exorcism pretty casually. Tons of characters either dabble in occultish stuff or are experts, but it's framed as something anyone can do.

But then what makes John special then? I thought magic was his power? Well no, it never was. It was his smarts. And I believe that's key to keep in mind. Hellblazer is an anti-genre superhero text- no one person is picked to be exceptional. Anyone in Hellblazer can do magic. John's power is mundane but that's why he's a compelling character. It says anyone, even a working class drunkard can overcome powerful obstacles. When John is "a special birth magic boy" as a means to fit him into some kind of Harry Potter mold, it misses the point for me.

General diversity representation thoughts time. It's apparent that with any adaptation of old source material that "this time it's those characters again but more diverse" and sometimes those changes inform the characters (Girl Taking Over, my beloved) and other times it's diversity paint and the characters are interchangeable with their original counterparts (MAWS, my behated). For Distorted Illusions' case, this means adding more women, characters of color, and John being just a bit more outwardly bi (he just says a guy is hot and ended a relationship with a guy named "Liam" who we never see. It's scraps).

I'm torn here because as a reader of color who loves og Hellblazer but also occasionally finds it a frustrating read from its outdated portrayal of characters of color and general racism/colonialism plots, I turn to the more modern Hellblazer stories like maybe Spirit World or even Distorted Illusions for what I hoped are stories that handled characters of color better. Instead I end up annoyed because while og Hellblazer had outdated writing, those characters of colors' identity mattered to the history and context of the story. Their identities were politicized and therefore not interchangeable with whiteness.

Distorted Illusions wants you to praise it. "Look John has gal pals now! His best friend is a girl! His stepdad is a Black man, his mentor is a Black woman, and his love interest is a brown girl! Also John is definitely bi in this!" But if I changed all these characters to be white or straight people would the story really change that much? Were their identities integral to the narrative or who they are as people? Because they sure would be in og Hellblazer, even if sometimes poorly done- they certainly were trying.

And how diverse were those changes anyway? Distorted Illusions is already a pathetically un-punk text with how it grovels at authority, but we're in an era where there's more queer characters than ever- and yet we're still terrified of having mainline bi characters say the word "bisexual". John doesn't say he's bi in Distorted Illusions. He keeps saying he's punk, but unlike his friend Slaughter, he's not given outfits nearly as punk as him (John still has to look commercially attractive after all). He can't even wear his gay right earring. You're telling me a text from the 80s and 90s isn't afraid to say gay, lesbian, queen, f-g, and AIDS but comics in the modern day think calling a guy "hot" is enough? I'm tired. It's cowardice. Who needs the Don't Say Gay bill if we're already doing the censorship ourselves?

There's other insidious changes too. John's mom is alive (didn't die from childbirth like in canon) because I guess John needs more women in his life. Okay. Where's Cheryl (John's big sister) then? Why are we trying to fit John into a nuclear family structure so much? They live in this aesthetic cozy house because I guess the lower-working class upbringing og Hellblazer John grew up in just isn't aesthetic enough. John's bio dad, Thomas Constantine, isn't an amputee. He has two arms. Oh, but don't worry we have a magic user authority wizard woman in the end who is a wheel chair user. We did our disability rep quota! Because disability rep is only limited to what DC fandom recognizes as Oracle!Barbara.

It's transparent that while these are all more superficially diverse changes, they're all so palatably safe. John has gal pals because his occasional misogynist outbursts in his og Hellblazer run is just too messy. John doesn't have a single parent for most of his life, swapping households in extended family member's homes because that's too messy. What's the point then though? These changes don't challenge or innovate Hellblazer. All they're doing is fitting John into a commercial box.

And that's my general feelings towards Distorted Illusions. It's a continuing trend of superficial aesthetics that try to frame itself as more progressive than the original source material but falls flat on its handsome squidward face. It's easy to make fun of this book, the writing is bad, the yassification of John, and the "inaccuracies to Hellblazer" are all beaten like a dead horse. But there's other insidious stuff in Distorted Illusions' mediocrity. And it's worth examining as much as any other Hellblazer text.

#ramblings #jesncin dc meta #hellblazer #john constantine #i just wanted to put all my thoughts down instead of dragging talking about this gn for days #a little less formal writing because of that and more reviewy but it's a weekday and i gotta hop to work lol

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llamagoddessofficial · 2 days ago

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@interactive-fiction-ideas - thank you for commissioning a headcanons post!!! I've missed doing these.

"What would it be like, for Nightmare and Dream (and their respective gangs), if there was a truce and Nightmare became uncorrupted? I was thinking that Nightmare still has some lasting physical and mental side effects from the corruption."

This is a long one, so most of it has gone below the cut.

For reference - I imagine all of them are currently living in one place. Probably a condition of the truce is that Nightmare and his gang aren't allowed free reign of the multiverse anymore.

Nightmare... really isn’t happy about looking like his ‘passive’ self again. When he looks in the mirror, he feels sickened by what he sees. It’s the face of the person he spent years running from. The massive crack in his skull hasn’t healed, and now that there’s no corruption to cover it, he’s resorted to fashioning all kinds of ways to hide that side of his head - bandages, masks, custom engraved coverings. He misses being able to hold multiple things with his tentacles, or grab things without having to stand. Other than his skull, his time corrupted has left some physical remnants; he's a little taller than he once was, and his bones are greyish and dark at the joints, as if stained. He wears exclusively modest and body-covering clothing to disguise the maks. He’s definitely mellowed, now that the Corruption has gone. He’s less cruel, less explosive, less malicious. But “passive” is certainly the wrong word; don’t mistake his quietness for weakness. He's not afraid of anything anymore, and he won’t take the same shit he once did. He rarely smiles, he’s quiet, he keeps to himself and his old crew. There's a sharp glint in his eyelights when he feels annoyed or threatened. His time corrupted has left more than just physical marks. He told Killer, Dust and Horror that they were free to go, if they wished. But they stayed. He says nothing about it, of course, because it’s not in any of their natures to express their real emotions... but he’s never been more grateful. He couldn’t imagine dealing with all this change alone.

Dream is obviously a lot happier about the current state of affairs than Nightmare is. He’s achieved his goal, he’s gotten what he’s been fighting for all this time. The war is over! Nightmare has been ‘saved’ from the corruption and the multiverse is safe!

Dream and Nightmare’s new relationship is, unintentionally, a touch comical. Dream, the eternal ray of sunshine that he is, is delighted at his brother's return to 'normal'. He’s determined to forge a new sibling dynamic and show Nightmare that he’s been forgiven and can start anew. He's friendly to a fault. He likes setting up activities that everyone can do together, to get to know each other and get past their old differences; movie nights, game tournaments, supervised trips out to town, etc. Nightmare, confused by Dream’s bright sunny attitude after almost a lifetime of trying to kill each other, goes along with it to honour the truce - but doesn’t much care for being surprise hugged. ... It’s not all sun, though. Dream’s dealing with his own demons now. He hoped beyond hope that the Corruption and Nightmare were two different people, he wanted to just wipe the slate clean and forget the pain. But he’s gradually realising that it was his brother behind the wheel during all those atrocities, all that killing. He's so tired but now, it's clear that all the damage can’t simply be ignored... there's so much more work to do. Though he knew in the back of his mind things would never truly go back to the way they were, he's still struggling to fully confront that fact - and he’s struggling to comprehend that the monster he was fighting all those years is the same person he fought so hard to get back. The moments where the happy mask slips are the moments when he and Nightmare get the closest they ever could to real reconciliation.

Blue is confused. Is he a famously strong, kind and forgiving person, even in the face of great evil? Yes. Is he happy they’re all no longer at each other’s throats all the time? Of course, it’s nice to know the war is over. ... But it’s bizarre to see everyone acting so friendly, after everything that happened. Dream tries to hug Nightmare, Nightmare holds him away by putting his hand on Dream’s face, everyone can't help but laugh. And Blue is sweating. Did they all forget that barely a year ago they were genuinely trying to kill each other? Did they all suddenly forget that he and Ink and Dream used to talk about these skeletons like mad dogs that needed to be put down? Sure, forgiveness is great. But why is nobody acting like this whole truce is absolutely nuts? Blue is the one who helps Dream work through his emotions about everything. He keeps him grounded, tethers him to reality, reminds him that things won’t instantly go back to how they were. He reminds Dream everyone will need time to heal. He’s honestly quite surprised by how naive Dream can be when it comes to his brother; in most other things, Dream is incredibly strategic and excellent at predicting people. But Nightmare is Dream’s big blind spot. He also finds himself in a strange not-quite-friendship with Dust.

Dust is only one who’s as clearly confused as Blue is about the current state of affairs. The only one who apparently remembers that Nightmare is a MASS MURDERER and this whole tenuous peace is incredibly weird. When Dream acts like everyone is besties, it's Blue and Dust who share the concerned glances. The two end up with a confusing little bro bond, often ending up standing away from the group together. Dust is confused. Very confused. He's gone from working for Nightmare kinda unwillingly, to playing peace kinda unwillingly. But like... what else has he got? It’s not like he has a home to go back to. It’s not like he has anyone else. Though he can’t stand any of the people that now frequent his life, the thought of leaving Killer and Horror and Nightmare behind made him feel strangely sickened. So he’s... lingering. Wandering around, looking for something to do, sleeping a lot and wondering if this is his life forever now. This weird pendulum swing has left him back in a position that’s equally as unusual as before. Only now, he’s ‘not allowed’ to kill. Whatever, I guess? It’s fine by him. The less work he has to do, the better. His strange camaraderie with Blue provides him a source of entertainment. He finds himself enjoying Blue’s company more than he probably should considering they've attempted to dust (haha) each other a few times. He likes that Blue doesn’t overtly judge him for his past, but equally, he doesn't pretend it didn’t happen - Blue isn't naive about it, he knows he’s ‘hanging out’ with a mass murderer. The honesty keeps things easy. Blue, Horror and Dust end up spending a lot of time together. Dust likes how patient Blue is with Horror.

Killer misses murdering but he’s really, really liking the messiness and confusion of the current state of affairs, it’s so much fun to watch everyone squirming. Killer is openly friendly to Dream and Blue, which is incredibly confusing to them - Dream nervously accepts the friendliness, Blue not so much. When Dream comes up with his 'activities’, Killer's often the most excitable and open to the concept, even more so than Blue. He convinces the others to join in. His enthusiasm is much appreciated by Dream and they have some friendly banter every now and then. ... But it’s also completely clear to everyone in the room that if something changed, and Nightmare decided he wanted to end this ‘truce’, Killer wouldn’t hesitate. Not even for a second. He’s as loyal as ever to Nightmare and he’ll go wherever his boss goes. Whether Nightmare is softspoken and stern, or a commanding madman, Killer is right there. It doesn't matter how friendly he gets with these new friends - if Nightmare said the word he'd end it. I can definitely picture Nightmare and Killer, in this circumstance, establishing something that’s approaching a real friendship. There’s still a weird power dynamic, and Nightmare’s past abuse toward his underlings hasn’t been forgotten. But the two of them have been through so much together - and every step, they trusted one another completely. If Nightmare did some reflection there’s real potential.

Horror is, honestly, up there with Dream for people who are most happy about the way things have gone. There's not much to say about him, other than this is a pretty ideal situation for him! No one except Dust really notices the way Horror starts to settle and calm down. Now that the war has ended, Horror has more time than ever to visit his brother. He’s got food, his family is safe, he liked killing but it could honestly get pretty physically and mentally stressful and now he doesn’t even have to worry about it any more. But most of all, he’s happy that the gang stayed together. He got quite attached to the Bad Sanses - he was the most genuinely emotional out of the group and anyone could see that him and Dust were close buddies. He’d miss all of them if they went their separate ways. Now? He gets to hang out with them, but without any of the executing. Dust isn’t as wound up, he lashes out less. Nightmare looks weird but he and Killer have been talking more and shouting less. Dream’s brightness gets on his nerves sometimes but the weird ‘games’ keep his mind off things. He gets to cook and clean. He visits his brother often. Blue is kinda funny. ... This is nice. He likes this.

Ink has, for the most part, skedaddled. He was there for the fun of it all, the drama and the emotions, the adrenaline high of the multiverse being on the line. The battle of good versus evil, the character development, the crazy ‘plot twists’. Now that it’s over, he’s mostly gone back to harassing Error. He visits from time to time, but only to see Dream and Blue - not out of any real desire to help the bad guys rehabilitate. Occasionally Dream might ask him to drop by for a group activity and he does so as a favour to a friend, sometimes he gets curious about how Nightmare has changed and wants to see the new dynamics / discover how the epilogue to this ‘story’ is progressing... but he's not all that invested. Now that they can speak without attempting murder, Ink seems to have developed a fondness for Killer, but that's about all. If he’s not dropping by because he misses his friends, he’s occupied with bothering his opposite once more.

#llamagines #commissions

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HIGHSCHOOL!SWEETHEART!HAMZAH who you've known since freshman year high school orientation, where he called you pretty and the rest was history. you dated all throughout high school and you were both convinced you'd get married and move to some city far away and have multiple children. you two were the 'it' couple in high school, everyone loved you two. you even won prom king and queen.

HIGHSCHOOL!SWEETHEART!HAMZAH who pursued social media after high school, while you pursued further education. you were both pretty sure that's where it all went wrong; the naiveness of the two of you to think that you'd last when you were moving hundreds of miles away for college. you always thought that you and hamzah were different than most high school couples, much more mature, but the unfamiliar distance between you two proved you wrong.

your relationship with HIGHSCHOOL!SWEETHEART!HAMZAH started feeling rocky during your second semester of your freshman year at college. his fame was taking off, and you were submerged in assignments and other college commitments. the daily facetime calls were turning into weekly ones, you both weren't putting in as much effort to visit one another, and text messages were going hours without response on both ends. the relationship doesn't end on bad terms, it's a mutual agreement on a tuesday night, 2:13AM, you're crying, he's crying. "i'll always love you, you know?" he whispers through the phone, you know he's not lying for your sake, he really means it. "i know."

HIGHSCHOOL!SWEETHEART!HAMZAH who really took off with his social media career and made a name for himself. you'd be lying if you said you didn't keep up with him and see what he was up to once and a while. you miss him, but you're beyond happy for him. unbeknownst to you, sometimes he'll even talk about you on his patreon when talking about his past relationship(s), everyone constantly wonders who this 'lucky' and 'mysterious' girl is. and no, he never speaks negatively about you or your relationship.

HIGHSCHOOL!SWEETHEART!HAMZAH who you rekindle with when you're both back in your hometown for a mutual friend's wedding, you were both secretly hoping the other would be attending. the small reunion turns into what it used to be; spending all your free time together, texting constantly, and both your families asking if you two are back together (neither of you really do anything to shut the assumptions down).

HIGHSCHOOL!SWEETHEART!HAMZAH who never really found interest in anyone else after you two broke up. meanwhile, you had a few boyfriends during college, but nothing special. hamzah couldn't lie, he was kind of holding out hope for the possibility that you two would find your way back to each other, and boy is he glad he did <3.

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astrolook · 2 days ago

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Beyond the Birth Chart: Why Navamsa Is the Real Deal

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Let me know in the comments if any of this resonates with you!

Navamsa can tell us about :

How the promises of your birth chart actually unfold over time.

Especially useful for marriage, partnerships, long-term commitments and the soul’s deeper calling.

It kicks in more strongly after your late 20s, but the themes are always running in the background like your phone’s OS.

Planetary strength. If a planet looks strong in the birth chart but flops in the Navamsa, consider it a red flag. For eg: Jupiter is exalted in Cancer in your birth chart but in Navamsa it's in Capricorn, debilitated. A combust Sun or debilitated Moon might behave very differently depending on their Navamsa placements.

Check how planets shift signs or houses in the Navamsa. It’s like getting to know someone's inner world.

Lagna lord in Navamsa tells you how your personality evolves with age and experience. For marriage: 7th house lord/7th House in Navamsa and its aspects will spill the tea on your partner’s real vibe.

Navamsa Chart Predictions (Late-20s glow up) :

If the Sun is placed in the 6th, 8th, or 12th house in the birth chart, but in the Navamsa, for ex: it's in the 1st, 4th, 7th, or 10th house, it means you will become a "main character" in your late-20s. You’ve probably spent your childhood and teen years feeling like a side character in your own life. Always in the background, always evolving quietly. But once your late 20s roll in, everything starts to shift. “It Girl” or “Da Man” vibes and you own every bit of it.

If Venus is in Pisces in your birth chart, exalted but debilitated in Virgo in Navamsa, means relationships that seemed perfect at first can turn cold or overly practical like the fantasy (Pisces) didn't match the reality. On the flip side, if Venus is in 6th/8th/12th or in Virgo but if placed in Taurus, Libra or Pisces or in 1/4/7/10 houses your insecurities/body image issues/self-harm tendencies during your early years would become a thing of the past and you would start loving more of yourself and also becomes more magnetic. Real beauty and power.

If Mars is in Capricorn, exalted, in your birth chart but in Cancer, it is debilitated and your emotions clouds judgements. If in Leo, Aries, Sag or in 1/6/10 you might be seen as a natural leader or fighter.

Apply these to any planets in your natal chart and check the sign and house it's falling on.

Apply this for your 7th lord in your birth chart. For ex, if your 7th lord is Venus and in 8th house in your birth chart and also in 8th house in your navamsa chart but in different sign, say Pisces, it means relationship journey is intense but deeply transformative. The early phases might feel stormy, but the endgame is soulful, healing, and emotionally freeing if you embrace vulnerability.

If 7th lord is Jupiter rx and placed in 9th house in your birth chart but in Navamsa it's in 12th, it means your married life might not be picture-perfect from the start, but a late or thoughtful choice in love pays off in long-term emotional and spiritual fulfillment and you won't regret it. It's WORTH IT.

Let's say your Venus is in 1st house in natal but in 12th house in Navamsa, is that mean you're doomed to attract unavailable partners or be a sidechick/sideguy for life ? This simply means you're attracted to beauty of other cultures like being a westerner but liking middle eastern / indian / korean / european beauty standards/skin care and also possibly attracted to men/women of those cultures.

Also, some Vedic astrologers can give really negative or pessimistic readings when it comes to marriage or navamsa predictions, and I strongly oppose that. Just because a planet is falling in your 6th, 8th, or 12th house in the Navamsa/Natal doesn’t mean you’re doomed. It simply means it will require more effort, introspection, and growth. These houses might bring challenges, but they also offer deep transformation and strength. Life is about overcoming obstacles, and these placements often push you to evolve and achieve greater rewards in the long run. The key is not to fear them, but to understand them and work with them.

You can skip this part, if you don't like stories like this.

Side note, this is a personal experience I don’t share often, but it’s stayed with me. About 15 years ago, my mom and grandma went to a well-known Vedic astrologer in our city. He had been practicing for over 25 years, and they went to him with my chart because I was struggling with painful cramps and frequent skin rashes. He took one look and said it was because I had Venus in Virgo in the 1st house. According to him, that placement was the reason for my health issues and he claimed it was karmic. I was “meant” to live with it for the rest of my life as it's from a bad karma I accumulated from my past life. No cure, just acceptance. He told my mom to chant mantras and pour milk over some idol every day to reduce the effects. And she did so every day. My grandma backed it up completely. Meanwhile, my health stayed exactly the same. The rashes didn’t stop. The pain got worse. Then one day it became unbearable. The cramps were so bad I had to be rushed to the hospital. That was the breaking point. My dad had been watching all this quietly until then, but that day, he snapped. Not loudly, but firmly. He told my mom that enough was enough, that I wasn’t some lab rat for their blind belief. He held back years of frustration and told my grandma, in the most respectful but cutting way possible, to step back and let them focus on real solutions instead of rituals. We finally got my blood tested, and it turned out I had severe food allergies like tomatoes, eggplants, bell peppers, almonds, and a few others. Those were the actual triggers. Once we cut those out of my diet, the difference was night and day. The cramps stopped completely. The rashes became mild, seasonal, and manageable. I’m doing great now, and looking back, I realize how damaging fear-based astrology can be when it overrides medical logic and common sense.

A birth chart can show tendencies, yes, but it doesn’t write your fate in stone. You’re not cursed by your planets. You’re not doomed by karma. And you’re never meant to suffer just because someone said so.

Overall, when it comes to marriage/navamsa predictions, there are no "difficult/loss" houses in astrology, each house has its own lessons and opportunities. Even the "good" houses or exalted planets can bring challenges if they are in difficult aspects or placed in the wrong context. Likewise, a planet in the 6th, 8th, or 12th (often seen as "difficult" houses) can still bring positive results, especially if it's well-aspected or supported by other favorable factors in the chart.

The key is understanding that every placement has its potential. A difficult house with good aspects can bring unexpected growth, success, and resilience. Similarly, a planet in a traditionally positive house with tough aspects can force you to dig deeper and work harder, but ultimately lead to a richer and more fulfilling life.

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