#This was longer than I expected

[dorkszn]

logan + dilf reader | pt. 2

1k words, alcohol, just a little make out scene, mentions of marie, not proofread

You let out a tired sigh as you walk into the common room of the X-Mansion. The room is dim with nothing but a few yellow lights and the TV. Logan’s head perks up slightly at the sound of your soft footsteps, glancing over the couch to see who was coming.

He sees the sleepy expression on your face and the sleeves of your sweater pushed up to your elbows, showing off your forearms and hands that he never stops staring at. The smallest, taunting grin growing on his face. “Kid finally sleep?” Logan asks lowly, watching intently as you round the couch.

“Yep,” you say in relief as you drop down onto the couch, probably a little closer to Logan than normal but you hardly notice. “He doesn’t understand that curfew means the same thing as bedtime.” You huff, slouching against the couch cushion.

Your low eyes on the TV screen while Logan’s trail up and down your body and face. Over the way your legs sit spread in your jeans and the way your arm rests across the top of the couch. He just chuckles in response before reaching out and grabbing one of the unopened beers on the table.

He cracks it open and holds it out to you. “Thanks,” you mutter as you take it. You probably bring the bottle to your lips and tip your head back slightly a little too fast but you couldn’t care less right now. Logan’s eyes trained on your throat through the darkness as you drink, as if he was plotting on it. Like a lion ready to pounce on its prey, tearing its neck out first to end its suffering.

“The institute’s helped with his mutation but for some reason, it’s giving him more energy? Kids are weird as hell,” you explain, subconsciously playing with the neck of the bottle in your soft hand.

“Tell me about it,” Logan mumbles with an eye roll before taking a swig of his drink. Without thinking, he reaches out and gently pats your thigh with his hand. Your body reacts before you can even register what he did, tensing slightly before relaxing again. “You’ll be alright, Bub.”

You drag your eyes over to Logan’s, not quite sure what to say. He just looks back at you and takes another swig of his drink. His sharp gaze a mix between saying “yeah, I just did that” and “what’re you looking at me for? I didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, I’ll be alright,” you opt for murmuring before turning back to the TV. You sit in almost silence for a few moments, just sipping at your drinks. Until you speak up again. “How’s Marie been?” You ask, sparing Logan the smallest glance.

“Good. Yeah, uh, she’s been good. Doin’ a lot around this place,” Logan answers as he sets his beer down on the table and leans back into the couch.

“Kid loves her, y’know? Always looking for her. Runs around calling her “big sis,”” you tell Logan with a small chuckle, a low, tired and slightly hoarse chuckle that hits Logan’s ears so perfectly.

“Yeah? She ain’t tell me nothing about that,” Logan says, just the tiniest bit offended that Marie didn’t tell him something like that.

“Really? That’s surprising. That’s your little girl, ain’t she?” You respond with a weary grin, watching his expression.

“No. Not my girl,” Logan snorts with a small shake of his head. Even though he knows he’s lying.

You look at him with mock-skepticism, eyes flicking him up and down. ���Yeah, right, definitely not your girl,” you say sarcastically.

“If she is my girl and your boy calls her “big sis”, what does that make us?” Logan questions, staring at your features through the dim lighting of the room. The space feeling a little darker and heavier than before.

“I don’t know, what does that make us, Logan?” You respond as you take a quick sip of your beer, your body subconsciously leaning closer to his. Logan’s eyes almost instinctively flick down to your lips as they do often.

“Two tipsy fucks whose kids get along pretty damn well,” Logan mutters, his heart beginning to pick up speed slightly as he leans closer to you as well.

“And?” you ask.

“Two stressed out fucks who need some relief,” Logan adds. You let out a small laugh at that, mischief dancing in the sound.

“Damn right,” you hum before your free hand comes up and takes ahold of Logan’s jaw, pulling him to you before your tired mind can even rethink it. Logan tenses before immediately melting into your lips.

You can taste the alcohol and his old cigars on his lips. His large hand cupping under your leg and tugging you closer to him. Such a lazy and sloppy kiss but a kiss nonetheless. His hand gently squeezing your thigh through your jeans as his tongue swipes over and through your lips.

Logan is supposed to be a “bad guy.” You’re supposed to stay away from him. He’s supposed to taste like bad things but he doesn’t. Not when he’s hungrily exploring your mouth, not when you can taste the mix of bitter beer and your saliva stringing between tongues.

Your hand glides down from Logan’s jaw, over his neck and shoulder, your fingers slightly digging into his skin as they drag down his arm. A groan vibrating from his throat only to be swallowed up by your own mouth.

Logan nearly chases your lips without thinking as you pull away breathlessly. A thin string of glistening saliva between your lips. You just look into Logan’s low, hazy eyes for a moment as you catch your breath. Your hand instinctively shifting to gently rub his arm instead.

You glance down at the half empty beer bottle in your hand, the brown slightly illuminated by the TV light. “I should… I should go to bed,” you mutter to Logan, still not looking him in the eyes. His brows furrowing as he hears your words. You move to prepare to stand from the couch.

“Bub, wait,” Logan quickly reaches out, hooking his fingers into your belt loops and pulling you back down to him. You damn near land in his lap with a small grunt as he tugs you down. His grip on you loosens slightly as he looks you in the eye but he doesn’t let go.

“Just… let me take care of you.”

[mozzarella-stickz]

breaking my tumblr silence because mike schmidt from the five nights at freddy’s movie has me in a CHOKEHOLD (18+ POST MINORS DNI)

now, i see you sub mike enjoyers and you go guys (we need more sub men) however i am a firm believer in dom mike who can tame a brat and loves being in control

idk i’m just imagining it in my head, you’re his girlfriend, you live with him (this is after the events of the movie in my mind) and you watch abby when he has night shifts at his new job because you love abby and you work day shifts at the mall (where you guys met at). he comes home after a long night, abby’s with a friend at a sleepover, and you’re watching some shitty movie on TV when he gets home. mike’s tired, and he wants nothing more than to collapse into bed with you beside him (maybe a little snuggle fucking too…), however you just don’t want to listen. you keep telling him “5 more minutes!” watching the TV and every time he says the 5 minutes are up you keep asking for more.

he’s fed up with you at this point. mike knows you’re doing this to get a rise out of him, and luckily for you (or unluckily) he knows exactly how to deal with your bratty attitude.

“5 more minutes?” you whine one more time, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“no,” he says sternly. “i told you it’s time to go to sleep.”

“but ‘m not tired!”

“i don’t wanna fucking hear it. get your ass to bed, or you’re going to get it.”

you smirk at him before turning back to the TV, stretching out so your ass is on full display. you’re in one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, making his cock throb.

mike wastes no time, grabbing the remote and shutting off the TV. you whine at first, but then he THROWS YOU OVER HIS SHOULDERS and manhandles you into the bedroom. you shriek and smack against his back, but he refuses to put you down.

when you get into your shared bedroom, mike sits down on the bed, before manhandling you over his lap. he tugs down the boxers, smacking your ass hard.

“5 for each time you asked to keep watching TV,” he says, low and gravelly. “and you have to count.”

it winds up being 15 spanks, by the end tears are streaming down your face. mike coos at you softly as he hugs you into his chest, rocking you back and forth and stroking your hair.

“you gonna be good girl for me now?” he asks.

“mhm,” you mumble. “wanna be your good girl.”

“i know you do, baby. just hard cause you wanna be bad sometimes, right?”

“mhm.”

“but i know exactly how to handle you and to make you my good girl. now that i think you’ve been punished enough, i think my good girl deserves to have her sweet pussy tasted.”

he eats you out until you come three times, before fucking you hard and giving you your fourth orgasm. he has tomorrow off from work, and abby isn’t scheduled to be picked up until 2 in the afternoon, meaning tomorrow when you wake up, he can fuck you nice and slow.

i just love mike schmidt <3

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 4

I do not believe in luck. It is not something my species is familiar with. We believe in science and logic. I was not even aware of the concept of luck or faith until I left the planet my species populates. So I do not  believe that it was a coincidence when during this cycle, the human was assigned to work with me. I did not see the Terran during my cyclic meal intake, and was immediately called into the main machinery room without a sight of it.

The Vitrichl appeared shortly after with the human in tow. Vitrichl eludicated that the human had proved to be a skillful worker and was now officially assigned to my unit unless the Vitrichl explicitly stated otherwise.Vitrichl left to attend his other duties, leaving me with the human.

I turned to the control panels covering the walls, and speaking into a small microphone, I introduced the Terran to the machine. "This is human Quinn. It is officially part of my unit and will assist me." 

"It‘s 'she', mate.", the human corrected. "Excuse me?", I asked, careful not to be impolite. "She. My prounous are 'she‘, not 'it'.", she explained. "I apologize. I did not mean to upset you." "It‘s alright, mate. I‘m not upset, just correcting you for future reference.“ "Thank you", I decided on the safest route.

"So, a mechanic as well? Cool.", she folded her fingers into her hand and extended it to me. I was not confident how I was supposed to respond to this gesture, so I once again, did nothing. Eventually, she retracted her hand and let it disappear into a fold in her clothing which appeared to be a pocket. 

Clothing, I noted. Not many members of the crew of the SIIR Noxos wore clothing on a regular basis, apart from their space suits. This obviously raised even more questions: Why did she wear clothing? Was it out of religious or cultural reasons? Out of personal comfort? Did all Terrans wear clothes or was she a special case? Did specific clothing symbolise specific things? These are all questions I hope I will be able to find out the answer to one day.

"Soo, like…what am I supposed to do around here? Do I have like, a specific task or…? Cap didn‘t mention anything." Cap. That was a word the translating device wasn‘t able to translate. "Cap?", I questioned further. Her face muscles contracted in a manner that made the patches of hair above her visual organs move closer to each other and the skin above them fold.

"The captain?", she said. "Of course, I apologize. The translating device did not recognize that word. I call him Vitrichl."

"Oh, is that his name? He didn‘t say anything." "No", I reassured. "It is simply the word "Captain" in my species��� language." "Ah okay…", she said. "Well, what about my task?" "Of course.", I assigned her a simple task, showing her where to work and what to do. We then continued to work in silence. I did not object, because it gave me plenty of time to observe the human.

Humans, or at least this one, seemed to have rather random patches of hair on their head. Attached to the protective skin over their eyes, in a line above the eyes and on the top of the head. In human Quinn‘s case, it grew down, barely reaching her chest and was of a deep brown colour, just like her eyes. 

The muscles in her face never seemed to stay still, always contracting or smoothing while she worked. It was probable that facial expressions played a big part in human communication.

She still stood on two legs, upright and used both of her arms to work. For some inexplicable reason, she usually held a piece of technology or something similar in only one hand, but seemed to keep switching sides in a rather random matter.

I‘d have to ask her about it, but it did not seem like an appropriate time.

After working for some time and me continuously observing her, she set down her equipment and spoke: "Y’know, you‘re probably not aware of this, but humans consider staring rude." She turned around on her feet and faced me, seemingly watching me process this information. I quickly responded, careful not to irritate her further after having done something so insensitive. "I apologize. I was not aware of humans‘ stance on this behaviour and it was not my intention to be rude or make you uncomfortable. If I may ask, though, I have been watching you for some time now and I did not notice you ever turn around to face me until now. How were you aware I was watching you?" 

"Well, I could just kind of…feel it. I sensed your gaze in my back. Kind of like a sixth sense, you could probably say." I blinked. Sensed my gaze? Sixth sense? What were the other five then? 

I voiced these questions: "What do you mean you sensed it?" 

"Well, I just kind of had this feeling of someone watching me. Don‘t you ever get that feeling?" Flabbergasted, I said no.

She raised and lowered the part where her arms and chest joined once again, similar to the gesture she offered on the second day. "Well, I guess it just must be a human thing." "I suppose", I agreed, and with that, she turned back to the control panel she was commanding and we continued to work in silence, although now I was keenly aware of my every move and careful not to let my gaze linger on the Terran for too long.

She left before I did, apparently to take in another of her daily meals (something that was not necessary for my species). Soon, the cycle was already over before I encountered the human again.

I have made great progress during this cycle and I believe that if the human continues to work in my environment, it will be easier for me to discover more information about humans. 

Perhaps that is why the Vitrichl put the human into my section. Perhaps this was his plan all along. But I do not draw conclusions. I simply propose theories.

[thoughtfulchaos773]

This post by @vacationship has me thinking and others will disagree with me and that's okay.

I'll briefly take off my shipping glasses for a second. Some people are still debating the issue of "pushing" in the context of Sydney and Carmy based on the trailer. Personally, I support the idea of pushing if it's obvious that two people have feelings for each other and one of them is holding back due to fear. At least pushing the other person for clarity and honesty is okay.

I see the push that Molly, Chris, and Carmy are talking about as one of us is too scared to jump off this cliff into the unknown, but someone has to push and try this shit out.

It just wasn't with the right girl.

Claire's push was fine when she asked for Carmy's phone number. Her experience is that she waited in her last relationship, and nothing happened, so she wanted to go for it again. Also, maybe she was told by Mikey and Richie how much Carmy liked her, and it just confused her a bit, and she also knew that Carmy was really shy so she wanted to push him.

However I'll admit that the chasing his number is another thing, but she also cleaned it up by giving him another chance and asking him if he really didn't want her to have his number.

Now is the story purposefully asking if the guy did this it would be a different story? Or is storer right, there's always the pusher in relationships?

Anyway, perhaps there was a part of Carmy, although a small one, that has always wanted Mikey's approval and did want a relationship with Claire. It seems like Carmy, who tends to be avoidant, might need some encouragement when it comes to dating. Dating can be scary for him, especially because he's used to working a lot and doesn't have much of a social life. He also tends to expect the worst, even when good things like relationships happen.

Now Carmy says to Sydney, "So you can push me, and I can push you." That's a necessary dynamic for both Carmy and Sydney since they tend to avoid. Carmy pushes Sydney when he tells her to say more and her trying to avoid him won't work for their partnership.

I notice that Carmy is often encouraging Sydney to be more open and to deepen their relationship. I think it would be better if Carmy takes the initiative in pushing for this so that people don't wrongly assume that Sydney is the only one with a major crush on Carmy and it was her fault that he didnt pursue anything with Claire. Carmy should show that he is willing to pursue. It's also good for his character growth, so he's not letting things happen. This time, he wants and chases for good things.

In creative partnerships, it's important to be able to push each other to achieve the best results. This mutual push for perfection can lead to pure magic. I've witnessed this dynamic in the kitchen when working with others to create the perfect dish. Competition can be a joyful and productive force when the goal is to bring out the best in one another. When I was acting, I thrived on pushing my scene partner to fully engage and be present in our work, and I loved it when I found that scene partner to do the same to me.

But looking at both creativity and relationship-wise, it seems that pushing is necessary for both Sydney and Carmy's growth. This is a bit scattered, but hopefully, it's clear enough.

[maddietries]

Katsuki with reader with struggles mental health issues. Over time things get really bad and they’re falling into the headspace of “I’m losing my self and I’m scared you’re gonna lose me too”. Katsuki doesn’t know what to do. You’re not taking care of yourself, you’re not getting work done for class you’re just writhing away in your dorm. He bring you food and water after class and tries to feed you but sometimes you just don’t have it in you to even sit up. Everyone’s worried but Katsuki is watching you lose yourself. He can’t do anything. One day he decides he can’t do this he can’t watch you slowly leave him. He picks you up and takes you into your bathroom he washes your face, brushes your teeth, washes you hair and puts you in the bath and just lets you sit in it for a little. He talks to you he doesn’t expect you to respond. He grabs your hand from under the water and squeezes it twice as a silent “i love you”. He helps you get dressed. He puts you in your desk chair and bends over for you to be able to get on his back. He makes you put your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He takes you into the kitchen asks you what you want to eat. You point at something and he makes it for you. While he’s cooking your sitting on the counter next to him. Your just sitting thinking how upset you’ve made him these past few weeks. Tears start to run down your face. Katsuki is immediately standing in between your legs asking what’s wrong did, did he do something thing just now? All you can do is say sorry. He loves you so much and you’ve been practically dead these past few weeks. He kisses you to make you stop apologizing. He never wants you to say sorry to him for something like this he’s just happy your okay. He finished making your food and picks you and the food up and takes you back to your dorm and you eat in there. While your eating you slowly start talking to him while your eating. He just has the biggest smile because your okay…well closer to okay then you were a few hours okay. You’re back. Katsuki has his favorite person back.

[ohmtoff]

we need more nsfw nerdy nick headcanons🫢

AAAAAA actually so happy you asked for more bc im kinda in love with nerdy nick now lmao (nsfw)

part 1 here

nerdy nick who decided to adopt a dog with you, naming it denji if it’s a boy or makima if it’s a girl.

nerdy nick who’s a part of a dungeons and dragons party that is about to start on a campaign. you better believe he has a pink dice‼️‼️‼️ he already made a long detailed background of his character (a tiefling sorceress) and he already sent it to his dungeon master. for this campaign, though, you decided to try to join and learn the game.

“Okay, so what’s your character idea?”

“Uhhh what about a warlock with a huge ass?”

on session 0 you were lost and tired an hour into the game, while on session 7 you were already in your character cosplay with nick and lasting 6 hours.

nerdy nick who was soooo scared of meeting your friends bc he was worried of being too much and too random and just too nerdy for your friends. he’d act like how he normally would when he first meet new people, making mundane small talk about your relationship and about himself, but you can see that after an hour in that he was exhausted by how he went so quiet.

noticing this you interrupted the convo to talk about the upcoming HoTD season, and you can see his face lighting up. one of your friends who watches the show would chime in and nick would excitedly start talking about it too, yapping about the targaryen lore, surprising but charming everyone of this new confident side of his. your friends also think he’s adorableee when passionate. you would do anything to not make him insecure of his interests anymore.

nerdy nick who got so horny seeing you cosplay as his favorite character for halloween that he made you keep the costume on when having sex. you had him exposed on his back that night, legs spread and high against your shoulders. “Fu—uck, oh fuck me harder, please,” he pathetically whined, and you loudly moaned, pounding harder into his hole, punching out loud but tiny ‘uh-huh!’s out of him with each thrust as drool slides down his chin. He absolutely looked well-fucked. his warm walls clenched as he came and shouted “Choso!” while he spurted across his stomach. The squeeze was enough for you to groan inside him, pumping him full of your warm cum.

“Did you actually just call me choso when you came?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

nerdy nick whose insecurities run deep bc not only did he grow up heavier than his brothers, he was also more invisible. he did have friends, but his tendency to ramble and lack of fashion sense made him less popular and desired. you can see it in how he always uses a top; be it in the beach, or sleeping, and sometimes even during sex. so when he met you he didn’t know what to do with all your compliments. he would just blush so hard and he’ll pretend to get mad at you like “shut uuuup! stop lying” and you’d unrelentingly smother him with kisses while calling him your “pretty boy” “handsome man” and all other praises that he deserves.

you make sure to make him know that he’s beautiful by worshiping the fuck out of his body. you’d pepper kisses from his thigh up to his tummy where he’s still covered by his shirt. it was one of those times when he’d not want to take off his shirt during sex because he felt more insecure than usual. you’d whisper mantras of praises along with the wet kisses, making him giggle and shudder bc your breath along the inside of his thigh tickled. “so, so pretty. how could you ever find it in yourself to not love this?” you emphasized the word with a bite of his thigh a strand away from his cock. you’d dedicate that night to just pleasing him, letting him fuck hard into your mouth, his hips ragged and desperately thrusting into your throat while you try to not gag on his big cock, your spit falling out of your mouth making his groin wet. you hands crawl up, up, up, driving his shirt upward to flick his nipples. at one point it gets too hot for him so he takes his shirt off and you smirked—success. his body curls and his words came out as broken sobs, wanting more. you pulled your mouth away which made him grip your hair in protest. you looked at the way his body glistened, his face flushed, his legs tremble, and you felt hungry. “Beautiful,” you panted. “So fucking beautiful. Drive me crazy with how beautiful you are. Can’t fucking believe you’re mine. Say you’re mine,” as you furiously fisted his angry red cock with hands soiled with his precum and spit. “i’m yours, i’m yours, i’m yo—AHH!”

he never uses a shirt at the beach again.

a/n: woahhh wtf who wrote that

[queerly-done]

So my opinions on all the Dead Boy Detective/DBDA Characters

All of these are opinions as someone who has watched the show a few times now and also the Doom Patrol episode and I’ll give my opinions on the Doom Patrol versions at the end.

Spoilers for Dead Boy Detectives Show. And Doom Patrol season 3 ep. 3 and that episode alone

Charles Rowland

- Charles is such a sweetheart I love him. He’s always looking out for his friends and literally went to hell for Edwin, and kicked the Night Nurse for him. I just love him so much.

- I felt so bad for him in episode one when he says his dad, “wasn’t the nicest guy,” and in episode three when we see him break being forced to see a father k!ll his family over. I was actually crying with him saying he doesn’t “want to be a bad guy”! It broke me so badly, the abuse he went through and the fear he’ll become like his abusers is a very real thing and to see a character go through that makes the story feel more real, and makes me more sad. He could use some therapy.

- Him being the “brawn” of the team is pretty funny to me but thats most because if you watch the cast interactions you’ll see what I mean.

- All in all, I love him. He is loving, protective, loyal and has golden retriever with attachment issues energy mixed with scary dog privilege but the dog isn’t scary unless provoked.

Edwin Paine/Payne

- Adorable, get him some therapy please! He needs it! Man was so repressed for the first part of this show I thought I’d die before he confessed. But I don’t blame him honestly, his death was traumatic and being called a “Mary Ann” whilst being sacrificed likely would put a bad taste in your mouth about the idea of you being queer in any way shape or form. I am so proud of him good job!

- Honestly he just makes me so happy, and I love how he interacts with everyone and grows!

Crystal Palace

- I love her she is so bad ass and I hope wish the best for her

- She needs better taste in men, my suggestion date women

- I want to see a little more of her Nepo baby side of her past cause clearly that was a thing

Niko Sasaki

- Sweetie! I miss her! She was the only other person other than Charles to get Edwin out of his shell and it hurts me so much to see her be gone. Her death will forever haunt me.

Cat King

- I love him so much, he is my favourite kind of not evil but not good guy the kind that plays a game with people by flirting! Ahhh I love him! I don’t love that he falls for Edwin(I’ll make a separate post on this issue)

- Anywho I still love him he gives off chaotic gender neutral vibes and the song Sex With a Ghost was made for him, I just love him!

Monty the Crow

- Monty I love you but don’t kiss people without consent!

- Honestly he was very important, and sweet he didn’t deserve all the pain he’s been through, may better things come his way.

Jenny the Butcher

- Badass. I love everything about her. Her style, the way she gives advice, yes I just love her so much. I want to see more of her.

- Her episode made me so sad for her ;-;

Esther Finch

- Honestly I love her as a villain she was so evil, and a genuine threat. She is also so hot and scary I just love her.

David the Demon

- A creep I didn’t like him, I don’t know what else you want?

Doom Patrol versions!

Charles Rowland

- He was so funny in this, I loved him. I love how the show conveyed a mutual interest from him to Edwin they are both just too dense to say anything about it. I also love that it seems the only thing he knows about America is that they like baseball.

- They did have to go off and hurt me with the fear of water scene, but he was so sweet protecting Edwin from the Night Nurse(who in this is just 10 times scarier)

Edwin Paine

- Him not getting anything about modern times and brushing off his feelings for Edwin was so well done! I love how he tells Larry he “isn’t like him” saying he isn’t queer and that if he were that would be bad, he says this all in a very rude and brash tone and then proceeds to comfort Charles in the nicest to he is capable of.

- Beautiful 10/10

Crystal Palace

- Boss ass Bitch, girl boss. 8/10 I love her but no real opinions yet that is I may go back one day and edit this for her

I hope you liked this dumb post :3

[letters-adressed-to-the-fire]

pov: you’re addicted to the “if-onlys” (or me when I’m over-analyzing Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus)

Yes, I’m gonna analyze the entire song. No, I don’t need an introduction. Yes, let’s dive into it.

Let’s start with the very interesting use of the word "hologram".

"Your hologram stumbled into my apartment"

We’ve seen Taylor use "phantom" and "ghost" to talk about past relationships in other songs (for example: loml), but we’ve never seen her use "hologram." Why? Well, this suggests she might be talking about something more present, as if the relationship had become so worn out that he stopped being a real person to her and turned into a hologram—something close yet untouchable.

But, this line, followed by “hands in the hair of somebody in darkness” paints a picture of someone cheating. So, even if Taylor intended this, the ambiguous nature of the verse means it’s necessary to approach it from a different angle too.

Yes, the idea of her coming into her apartment and being followed by the presence of the person she loved, does resembles the idea of a ghost. But the use of "hologram" indicates something different this time, she’s talking about the person’s current actions, and given Taylor’s past relationships with famous people, it makes sense that she would know when they started seeing someone new.

So, what does this mean? With these lines Taylor is bringing a completely different emotion to the song, one that permeates throughout: The rarely discussed how, when someone you loved starts moving on, you’re left wondering, "Why am I staying behind?" and "Why does it still hurt?"; and how this can lead to drowning in "what ifs" and trying to remember why it didn’t work out.

"As the decade would play us for fools And you saw my bones out with somebody new Who seemed like he would've bullied you in school"

In the same note, this part of the verse mirrors Taylor's narrative but from the guy’s point of view. She’s now saying the same thing happened to him.

There’s something common in both perspectives tho, Taylor is not just saying “you’re with someone else”, she’s saying “you’re with someone else and that makes me angry”. In the first lines, the mention of names like "Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus" emphasizes her anger and condescension, showing that she doesn’t care about the specifics of who he’s with, just that it’s not her. Paralleling this, the line “who seemed like he would’ve bullied you in school” suggests she’s trying to provoke her ex by mentioning something that would bother him, not because the new partner is a bully (obviously), but because it’s a sore spot for her ex.

"And I just watched it happen" "And you just watched it happen"

Here, we are already introduced to one of the key elements of the song: the act of watching. Throughout all the song, Taylor will resort to this bit to depict a sense of helplessness.

In the first verse, it is used to portray how both parts of the relationship watched each other drift apart without trying to reconcile.

“And I couldn't watch it happen” “And you just watched it”

In the second verse, she couldn’t bear to watch, indicating she took action to stay away from him; which was also possible because the guy didn’t do anything to stop her.

“Like it never happened?” “It just didn't happen”

By the third verse, she dropped this act of watching, now she’s stating facts and contemplating whether pretending it never happened is a viable way to move on.

Now, we’ll move to the chorus.

To start, we need to discuss the double meaning behind the line “I loved you the way that you were”: Did he love her for who she was without needing to change, or did he only love a past version of her? Both interpretations are equally devastating.

“If you wanna tear my world apart Just say you've always wondered”

Then we are presented to the most heart-wrenching part of the song. Taylor is already wondering, and it would destroy her to know she’s not alone in this. This could mean either she’s hoping to get back together, or she fears she’ll never move on. Imagining a scenario where they meet years later and he admits he’s always wondered about their potential could terrify her, showing how significant this person was to her.

*Part 2 in a few days!!! I'll be discussing some metaphors and some alternative interpretations (because I'm me and I love to complicate things)*

[emeraldties]

Something about Crowley getting cast down to hell for asking questions. Something about him being the snake in the garden of Eden. Something about the first sin being knowledge. To know the difference between good and evil, and choose to question God and her rules.

Something about Aziraphale and his flaming sword. Something about War being delivered his Sword in season 1. Something about him introducing violence and subsequently War to humanity.

Something about a demon doing the right thing and an angel doing the wrong. Something about rain and canopies and being made for each other. Something about loneliness and lying.

something, something, something.

Blahblah blah blah blah it’s alright officer. Take me away.

[gelly-fsh]

Diary of a (smitten) Mariachi

I've been having all types of thoughts about Mariachi James Potter, like you cannot honestly tell me that he would not thrive in it. I think his grandfather would have been a famous Mariachi and he just taught James how to sing and how to play the guitar.

When he was in Uni, he didnt want to depend solely in his parents money so he decided to put his grandpa's lessons in good use and start a small business out of it with a couple of friends and cousins that lived in the same city. They got pretty famous, especially when his cousin Mary decided to do a YouTube channel and a Tiktok account for the band.

And look, in the 3 years he has been doing this, he has come across some weird and scandalous shit. Until now his favorite was when a dude hired them to serenade his wife (apparently they had a fight) but when the woman didn't appear in her balcony the guy was so mad he asked them to come with him to go and serenade his mistress instead.

Yeah, fun times. At least that girl did love it.

Today, they had a morning job for a birthday. The guy who hired him (Barty, if he remembers correctly) gave him a rundown of what he wanted to happen, and James knew almost instantly this was one of those prank serenades. He hoped this Regulus guy didn't beat the shit out of anyone for waking him up with guitars and trumpets.

When they arrived to the house address, he could see they guy that he must assume is Barty waiting for them outside with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I gather that you're James Potter no?" The guy asked

"Pleasure to meet you" James said, shaking his hand "are you Barty?"

"The one and only" Barty confirmed. He quickly explained that his friend Regulus would be waking up in half an hour, so they had to be quick going upstairs (the house was fucking gigantic). When they were outside the door, all of them started to prepare their instruments and do a last check up on their clothes (Mary fixed James hat bc apparently it got crooked). He could see Barty taking out his phone, most probably to start recording everything, and then they went inside the room.

From the first notes of the trumpets and the violins, James could see clearly how the boy that was before sleeping so peacefully jump up so high he almost rolled out of the bed. But when he raised his head to see them, James breath hitched in astonishment.

That had to be the most prettiest boy he has ever seen.

Even bleary-eyed, with a dry trail of drool on his chin, and sheet marks in his cheeks, James could only think that he would really like to sing every love song ever invented to him, isn't that crazy?

"Estas son las mañanitas que cantaba el Rey David..." (This are the mornings that the King David sang about) James started as normally, he has sang Las Mañanitas a thousand times, the Vicente Fernandez version being one of the most popular, but James just didn't want to sing that one, it was to impersonal, so he just decided to throw the protocol out of the window and sing the version he really wanted.

"A los muchachos bonitos, se las cantamos aquí" (To the pretty boys, we sing it to them here)

"Si el Sereno de la esquina me quisiera hacer favor, de apagar su linternita mientras que pasa mi Amor" (If the watchman in the corner would be so kind, of turning off his little lamp while my Love passes by) He could feel the gazes of all the band members piercing through his skull, and for a moment James thought that maybe he shouldn't have sang the more romantic version of Las Mañanitas with a band full if family members and friends who could understand Spanish, he was fucked for the next family reunion, but Regulus face when he saw him sing made it worth it.

Remnants of sleep still filled his eyes, and when the song started he was in the middle of cursing Bartys whole bloodline out, but when he locked eyes with him, James could perfectly see how Regulus entire face turned into a beautiful shade of cherry red. He just sat in his bed with his gaze fixed on James while he sang about birds singing and the Moon hiding out, giving way to the beautiful morning that resided in his eyes.

"Si no estas enamorado, enamoráte de mi" (if you're not in love, fall in love with me) he sang with a small smile in his face, and he delighted himself by how Regulus face went even more red.

He sang the rest of the song effortlessly, and when he finished, James and all of band did a small bow in Regulus direction.

"Happy Birthday Mr. Regulus" James said with a soft smile on his face.

"Eh- ehm thank you" Regulus responded, sounding awfully flustered.

"Well that was no fun, you didn't even make that much of a fuss" Barty whined on the other side of the room "I bring you your favorite Mariachi as a present and you couldn't even give me more drama?, please Reg" James could exactly pinpoint the moment Barty realized he fucked up, did Regulus already knew James?

"BARTY!" Regulus hissed out, throwing a pillow that landed directly in Bartys face.

"You are a fan of ours?" James asked surprised, Regulus type was not exactly their normal audience

"You could say that..." Regulus mumbled

"He has watched all of the videos where you are and-" another pillow was thrown to Bartys face, the beautiful color red coming backbto Regulus cheeks.

"Well I am honored" James chuckled softly, before deciding that he might as well be bold, even if it was deeply unprofessional "Its not all days I find out such a beautiful boy is a fan of what I do"

The compliment got him exactly what he wanted, which was a small gasp and more of that beautiful blushing, oh he was down bad. Regulus opened his mouth to say something, but Mary used that moment to (rudely) interrupt them

"I am deeply sorry to interrupt, but today we have another job in the other side of the city, so we should get going" Mary interjected softly, looking a mixture of amused and regretful (as she should be, why is he interrupting hid attempts to woo the love of his life???) "Happy Birthday again Mr. Regulus"

All the band echoed the congratulations, before softly taking the instruments and leaving the room. James almost wished Barty had payed for more than one song. Mournfully, he gave Regulus one last glance before tipping down his hat and saying "Happy Birthday, Amapolita dorada" before leaving the room.

While going down the stairs, he was being teased by Mary and the others about how obvious his little crush was and how annoyed they where that he changed the song version at the last minute (they were not really, but they do sure liked to whine).

It was not until he was going out the door that he heard frantical footsteps going down the stairs, and James just stood there at the door, hope filling his heart when he saw Regulus disheveled form looking at him.

"Listen, I probably am reading the situation wrong but-" Regulus said breathlessly "If you like, wanted to go out or something..."

James never accepted something so fast in his life "absolutely, I want to see you again"

He could hear Regulus breath hitch, breathing out a soft "Oh, well" before pressing a piece of paper in James chest "it's my number, text me ok?"

"Oh I will" James smile was blinding, he got the interest and the number of one of the most handsome guys he has ever seen, and he was not wasting this golden opportunity so easily. In an act of chivalry (and maybe stupidity) he softly took Regulus hand and slowly took it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss in the dorsum of his hand "Until we meet again, Regulus"

"Until then, James" Regulus sounded breathless, and James smirked in delight at the knowledge that Regulus did know him before the performance.

Since then, everyone could see that James Potter sang love songs with a bit more sweetness to it, as if really really knew what he was singing about. With the beautiful muse that he had, how could he not?

[dorkszn]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 ༄ 𝐦. 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

— nsfw under the cut, amab reader

mike who solely gets off to you. to you voice, to the noises you make, to the way your legs ever so slightly shake when you’re on your third or fourth orgasm. he can’t feel pleasure unless you do.

mike who can’t stand when he upsets you because he knows you won’t let him touch you. wont let him make you feel good. and that fucks him up.

mike on his knees in front of you while you sit on the edge of the bed. just inches away from you while you stare down at him. his chest heaving up and down as he patiently waits for you, his cock beginning to strain in his jeans. the print of yours in your boxers driving him nuts.

“please, please let me touch you. please baby. i promise i’ll be good. i promise i’ll be a good for you.” he pleads, his hand damn near trembling as he grips the denim on his thighs.

“i don’t know… you haven’t kept up with your promises lately.” you sigh. you notice the immediate shift in his eyes.

“i know. i know but i swear i’ll keep this one. i promise i’ll be good. just wanna make you feel good.” he whines, doe eyes giving you a certain look.

“i’ll let you touch me but—“

mike shifts his weight on his knees, inching closer to you as you speak.

“you can’t fuck me. i’m still upset with you.” you nod, unfolding your arms.

his dark curls slightly bounce as he nods. “that’s fine. that’s perfect.” mike waits for your command. and you take a deep breath with calling him up to you with your hand.

mike nearly pounces on you. his lips quickly pressing into yours, taking your breath in a passionate kiss. your back hits the bed as he leans over you, lips moving in sync. he breaks off and moves down, sliding the neck of your oversized t-shirt out of the way.

he kisses up and down your neck and around your jaw. softly sucking and biting at the skin. he murmurs a quiet “thank you” between each kiss. you tangle your fingers in his hair, ever so slightly tugging on it. mike feels his dick twitch in his boxers when you arch up into him.

he’d lied earlier when he said that was perfect. god, that lie tore at his mind as soon as he said it. it was gonna be a long night for him.

[xieice]

Strength In Ruins

[h7jfangirl]

TODAY'S TGS UPTADE ✨

Okay, so... I can't lie, watching Jekyll being a chaotic bastard it's the hottest thing I ever seen

Of course Hyde it's the one controling the body here, but also their are the same person

Something that Jekyll forgot

This whole scenario would be terrifying if Hyde wasn't part of Jekyll.

So, reading Hyde's words we can realise that he didn't feel all the action from last night, so of course, with now Jekyll getting his feelings of love back, Hyde gets the extreme of them; Lust towards Laynon... Or at least he acts like that, but only to piss off Jekyll in this page (I mean that Hyde is in love too). So of course he would want to get something private and deep with him

And then we have the other side. Jekyll is scare like if Hyde could actually STEAL Robert from him, which it's kinda sussy that Henry talks about Laynon like something of his, that he owns, at least to Hyde (I think my man still has some 🚩🚩🚩 to fix)

And also Jekyll being a hyprocite because he talks about Hyde as if they didn't came from the same mind and soul and talks about Hyde's flaws like if that was all he is. But Hyde belives that Laynon will like him too for who he is as his own without Henry, and also asking to Jekyll about his own flaws. Edward it's clearly using this to make Jekyll feel bad and think that Hyde it's better than him.

He just casually talk to himself out loud while doing shit with people. Love it

Hyde, Hyde, the cop it's watching, Hyde, Hyde Oh my god he can't hear us my boy it's going to PRI--

Just kidding, I wonder how this is gonna turn now. Will Hyde be able to convince the cop to not arrest him? Would he run away and fix it later? Would he go to prision? Who knows!

Now, after what we saw in this new page... I have a question:

It's Hyde evil?

Hyde stole a umbrella to a lady that was just walking, kick some kid's ball when the little one was about to cach it, and just grab a cup

In the begining of the comic Hyde made some mess up things that werent actually meant with evil

He gladly stab someone with a umbrella, but it was to save Creature from being burn alive

Then he set the street on fire, it was a accident and he didn't even expect it to happend but he looks proud of it and even laughs

Of course, the next day he realised he fuck up but dosen't like to admit it every much. He it's emotional, and has exciment when he see chaos, but at the same time he knows that theres limits

Then, talking about Jekyll "betraying" him with the officer. Hyde put him killing a random dude like a example of how even with that Jekyll wouldn't be able to bring Hyde to the law

And the most recent one was Hyde actually hurting a man in the face, actually enjoy it

But the thing it's that the comic itself tells us that Hyde isn't exactily the evil inside Jekyll. The whole freaking chapter 10 it's a non stop show to gaslight and mocking at Hyde and all his idea of who he was

So, Hyde it's not evil? He wants to be, and his actions brings chaos but not that harmful, except the time he burned the street but that was not intentional

But then if he is not the evil? Why he wants to be evil? Because Hyde it's in a constant searching for power, in this page he acts smug while bothering the people around him, and also thinks about taking Laynon too so he can feel powerful over Jekyll again. If Hyde dosen't feel powerful he would literally fall deep down to the darkness of his own mind, but if he can ruin someone else by doing that, then he will take it. Hyde himself said it in chapter 12 "I will take Jekyll down with me!" The right moment he is told about that chance to ruin Henry, even if it was forever

Hyde finds comfort of being the evil twin because that's the only way he knows to feel the senses of control while feeding his constant hunger for acction and passion on his life, and that actually worked it for two whole years, until Henry puts him a stop for just two weeks. If only Hyde waited, he could had his delusional life back but he didn't, and now him and Jekyll will going down together

Because they keep forgeting that they are in the same boat.

[sketch-guardian]

Mc being exhausted and mumbling about something during class Lucifer coming into the class to scold them about their grades and Mc just slowly looking at him dead in the eye before saying so bluntly and clearly “if you keep scolding me I’m gonna draw you pregnant I swear to god I will”

Rad + exchange student reactions please and thank you! :)

Well, that's a peculiar ask, but also quite funny😂so I'll do my best to write some good enough headcanons🙈hope you enjoy✨:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH AN EXHAUSTED MC SNAPPING AT LUCIFER AND THREATENING HIM TO DRAW HIM PREGNANT"

DEMYA

Demya is usually quite bored in class, finding theoretical subjects boring, especially how they are explained by some professors, she prefers physical education, because she can release pented up energy, therefore she would understand MC's exhaustion, having them not only a lot of responsibilities, but also seven demons to basically babysit. At Lucifer's scolding towards MC, Demya would huff under her breath, mumbling to herself, she already didn't feel much sympathy for the demon due to his harshness and seriousness, furthermore criticizing her exhausted mate wouldn't work in his favor. Demya would widen her eyes at MC's threat, not expecting them to talk back to Lucifer, considering that many would never dare, so not only she would be proud of her mate, but Demya would also burst out laughing. Demya wouldn't understand exactly what's so bad about being drawn pregnant, since she would like to have an offspring one day, but Lucifer's stunned face would be enough to make her sneer and then whistle pretending nothing happened in case he noticed her. After what happened, outside RAD, Demya would take MC by the arm, congratulating them on their boldness and to make them relax, she would take MC to a restaurant for a bite to eat

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra has the reputation of being quite a delinquent, in the sense that he would occasionally skip class or get into trouble with some other demon student, however he excels quite a bit in different subjects, which would surprise and irritate many professors, not understanding how Domnra does it. Mobim would not approve much of such behavior and would often take notes itself like a good student to try to help Domnra. Domnra, finding Lucifer a bit of a braggart, would make a face seeing him scold MC, it's pretty clear that they're exhausted, so how dare Lucifer judge. MC's reaction would initially shock Domnra, not having foreseen anything of the sort, and disconcerted, even though the little curse doesn't exactly have ears and though MC hadn't said anything dirty, he would place his hands on the sides of Mobim's head, to prevent the little curse from hearing any further. Domnra would hide a faint smirk at MC's threat to Lucifer, sharing a fleeting smug look with Satan, Belphegor, and Mephistopheles in class, serves Lucifer well. After class ends, Domnra would pat MC on the back and offer them to stay in his room for a few hours to rest, letting Lucifer calm down in the meantime

AZUL

Azul is a fairly average student, despite often having his head in the clouds, he excels in subjects that interest him and is rather poor in those that he finds unchallenging. Usually when Azul notices MC exhausted in class, he would send them flying notes with magic, with sappy love messages or dumb puns written on them, however in this case Lucifer would have preceded him, by scolding MC. Azul is a painter and as such he knows the power of artists to create anything, such as drawing someone pregnant, so since he would understand the reference, Azul would burst out giggling and having no sense of self-preservation, he wouldn't care if Lucifer noticed, indeed he would add fuel to the fire, saying that with magic it a pregnancy like that could actually happen. After focusing Lucifer's wrath on himself, moving it away from MC, they would exit together from class, Azul joking that he would actually sketch something like what MC suggested sooner or later. For the hilarity of the situation, Azul's colors would change from light blue to yellow

ZURI

Zuri is a model and diligent student, who always finishes her homework on time and who sometimes had to give some tutoring to the other RAD classmates, which really tested her patience. Zuri is friendly towards Lucifer, in the sense that they have a nice friendship, however that wouldn't mean that she would agree with him on everything, in fact Zuri would consider Lucifer's intervention in class inappropriate, he could have scolded MC once outside the building and in any case, as her beloved, she would have used more tact, considering their tiredness during lessons. Zuri wouldn't be too surprised by MC's outburst, having foreseen that sooner or later they would explode, however she would be slightly concerned by their threat, considering it rather unusual. At that point Zuri would intervene, placing herself between MC and Lucifer, explaining that it was clearly their exhaustion speaking and that perhaps, if he and his brothers knew how to function without bothering MC, then they would perform better in class (ouch-). Still, Zuri would, with a little effort, make MC and Lucifer apologize to each other, taking charge of the situation from then on. Once the class is over, Zuri would offer private lessons for MC to catch up on the information missed in class

ODON

Odon is so ancient that honestly going to RAD is pretty pointless for them, they have a great affinity with magic and even if they discovered something new, Odon would learn it in an instant without making any effort, they only go to class to meet their friends and every now trying to make new ones, despite the difficulties given their reputation, it's a method to socialize. The eye-like creatures would immediately notice MC's predicament, reporting it to Odon, who would curiously watch the scene between Lucifer and MC. Odon is on good terms with Lucifer, they would like to get to know him, but the feeling is not very mutual, being that the demon doesn't trust them, understandable, but it still hurts Odon, if Lucifer were more relaxed, they imagine he would be more inclined to accept them. MC's threat would confuse Odon, not understanding what is so horrible about such drawing, so always with a smile, Odon would comment that even if somewhat unlikely as a phenomenon, they would be sure that pregnant Lucifer would glow, then not understanding his glare towards them. After class, Odon would ask MC if they wanted a ride on their back, given their exhaustion

REMIEL

Remiel is a very curious angel of death, dedicated to learning as much as possible about the world she doesn't know, genuinely interested and eager to be less naive regarding certain topics, in any case she learns quite quickly and has an amazing memory, so Remiel would a good student, without problems, if we don't count some initial comprehension difficulties. Remiel is still getting used to being in the presence of so many living beings, it's likely that she wouldn't be very familiar with Lucifer or the other demon brothers, so she wouldn't have a clear opinion of him. Remiel would tilt her head to the side in confusion at MC's threat towards Lucifer, not understanding the implication or why a drawing of such an imaginative event would upset him, there is a chance that being an innocent but blunt angel, she would ask for explanations from those directly involved, causing an awkward silence, at least for the others, to fall in the classroom. Once the lesson is over, having first sensed MC's tiredness, Remiel would suggest taking a restoring rest, perhaps while caressing their head they could also explain the matter of the drawing to her

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel seems to mind his own business in class, yet he would pay close attention to the space around him, even though he is already aware of many topics covered in class. As an angel of fairly high rank and who, unlike Remiel, was not busy reaping souls and leading them to the afterlife, Nathaniel would know Lucifer and would have remained on cordial terms, however he wouldn't approve of his method of approaching the problem with MC, clearly exhausted. Nathaniel would widen his eyes slightly at MC's outburst, however he would be lying if he said he was surprised, it was inevitable and furthermore he would catch the reference as soon as he heard the intention of drawing Lucifer pregnant, so discreetly, with an indecipherable expression, Nathaniel would show a pair of finger guns to MC, as if to say well done for not having immediately resorted to violence and for the touch of class of having added Father (god) to the threat. After lessons, Nathaniel would suggest doing something to help MC relax, given their exhaustion (Nathaniel can result grouchy when he skips his meditations for example)

URIEL

Uriel works hard in class, however she is a warrior, not a scholar, so studying theory wouldn't be her best, however she would be quite good at history, perhaps because she often ruminates on the past. In any case, the relationship between Uriel and Lucifer would be quite tense, due to the fact that she once looked up to him and now he is a demon, therefore she wouldn't tolerate criticisms made to MC, especially when Lucifer's brothers are the ones to mostly blame for messes. Uriel wouldn't understand what kind of threat would be drawing Lucifer pregnant, however, noticing his stunned face, she would think it implied something filthy and would intervene to stop such heresy immediately, adding not to mention god in vain. Uriel would report that she would take care of MC's situation personally and that Lucifer could be dismissed. After class, Uriel would advise MC to take some time off, because even warriors need to recharge and tomorrow would be another day to recover, also if anyone tried to disturb their rest, then Uriel would be the one to threaten to smite someone

[jeanniebug623]

Tu peut poster un extrait de silent as shadows s'il te plait?

Bien sûr! J'espère que la traduction n'est pas trop mauvaise! Je suis désolé s'il contient beaucoup d'erreurs. ����💙💙

(Keep scrolling for English, I hope the translation doesn't suck too bad)

Le moment de méditation de Rey'ka fut interrompu lorsque Toruk secoua la tête et qu'une main douce se posa sur son épaule. Son amie d'enfance la plus âgée sourit et salua les guerriers Omatikaya qui avaient débarqué et attendaient avec impatience qu'elle s'adresse à eux. Une partie d'elle se demandait pourquoi ils étaient si... excités? Était-ce le mot? Spider lui a tout raconté sur le précédent olo'eyktan et ses incroyables exploits sous le manteau de Toruk Makto. 

Alors que la majeure partie d'elle était encore en train de s'adapter à tant d'attention, le reste de Rey'ka se retrouva à ne pas aimer ça. Elle était tellement habituée à être négligée ou mise de côté à cause de sa 'malédiction' qu'elle n'a jamais appris ce que c'était que d'être si importante pour quelqu'un. Eh bien... il y en avait quelques-uns. Son père. Calme. Et son frère. 

Elle leva le menton un peu plus haut et suivit ses anciens amis.  Elle regarda le Samson comme s'il allait prendre vie tout seul et l'écraser dans des mâchoires métalliques. Mais elle s'est ensuite arrêtée net lorsqu'elle a vu les gens sortir de l'avion.  Encore des gens du ciel!

Pas beaucoup, mais un seul suffisait pour attirer son attention. Plus d'alliés. Finis les humains qui ont choisi le peuple. Spider lui avait raconté tellement d'histoires sur ses amis ; elle savait qu'il y en avait davantage parmi les Omatikaya. Quelques Na'vi portant des vêtements de skypeople étaient également avec eux. Rey'ka regarda les chefs de clan alors qu'ils se saluaient, puis revint vers un Na'vi grand et mince, vêtu de vêtements beiges ressemblant à des humains et orné de ce qu'elle reconnut immédiatement comme des bijoux de style Olangi. 

Rey'ka se souvint des histoires que son père lui racontait sur la dernière grande bataille des Olangi. Même s'ils n'étaient pas partis, le clan dans son ensemble a été grièvement blessé en combattant pour Eywa. Lorsqu'elle repensait à ces histoires, surtout lorsqu'elle et son père étaient restés chez les Tayrangi, Rey'ka sentit quelque chose se serrer dans son cœur à la pensée de ce qui s'était réellement passé toutes ces années auparavant. Oui, elle n'avait que 8 ans. Mais son peuple était là... les Olangi étaient là... les Tayrangi... Omatikaya... qui d'autre...?

Le grand et mince Na'vi s'approcha d'elle avec sa main descendant de son front pour la saluer. Avant que la main de l'homme ait fini son mouvement, la main de Rey'ka tendit la main et attrapa sa main. Personne ne l'a vu et l'homme s'est figé dans un mélange de surprise et de peur.

Tout le monde se fige. Qu'avait fait cet homme pour insulter le septième Toruk Makto...?

Les oreilles de Rey'ka se retirèrent et sa queue remua rapidement. Elle regarda la main de l'homme entre eux, la tournant et appuyant son pouce sur sa paume jusqu'en dessous des jointures jusqu'à ce que les doigts s'étirent sous la pression. Un...deux...trois.... 

Les yeux de Rey'ka levèrent vers ceux de l'homme; le sien est rempli d’incertitude. Ce regard perçant qui hantait Qauritch depuis des mois et des mois. Des yeux qui voyaient dans les gens, recherchant des choses qu'ils ne montraient pas à la surface. Four. Quatre doigts. Le grand et maigre Na'vi qui se tenait à côté de l'olo'eyktan de l'Omatikaya avait quatre doigts.

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Question: Can you post an extract from silent as shadows please?

Answer: Of course! I hope the translation isn't too bad! I'm sorry if it contains a lot of errors.

Rey’ka’s moment of meditation was cut short when toruk shifted his head and a gentle hand landed on her shoulder. Her oldest childhood friend was smiling and waving her hand back to the Omatikaya warriors who had landed and were eagerly waiting for her to address them. Part of her wondered why they were so...excited? Was that the word? Spider told her all about the previous olo’eyktan and his amazing feats under the mantle of Toruk Makto. 

While most of her was still adjusting to this much attention, the rest of Rey’ka found herself not liking it. She was so used to being overlooked or pushed aside due to her ‘curse’ that she never learned what it was to be this important to someone. Well...there were a few. Her father. Quiet. And...her brother. 

She lifted her chin a little higher and followed her old friends over. 

She eyed the Samson like it was going to spring to life on its own and crush her in metal jaws. But then she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the people who exited the aircraft. 

More sky people! 

Not many but even one was enough to draw her attention. More allies. More humans who chose the People. Spider had told her so many stories of his friends; she knew there were more of them among the Omatikaya. A few Na’vi wearing sky people clothing were with them as well. Rey’ka looked to the clan leaders as they greeted each other then back to a tall, skinny Na’vi in beige human-like clothing and adorned as what she immediately recognized as Olangi-style jewelry. 

Rey’ka remembered the stories her father told her about the Olangi’s last great stand. While they were not gone, the clan as a whole was heavily wounded fighting for Eywa. When she thought back on the stories, especially when she and her father stayed with the Tayrangi, Rey’ka felt something tighten around her heart at what truly happened all those years ago. Yes, she was only 8. But her people were there...the Olangi were there...the Tayrangi...Omatikaya...who else...? 

The tall, skinny Na’vi approached her with his hand coming down from his forehead to greet her. Before the man’s hand finished its motion, Rey’ka’s hand shot forward and grabbed a hold of his hand. No one saw it and the man went rigid in some combination of surprise and fear. 

Everyone froze. What had this man done to insult the seventh Toruk Makto...? 

Rey’ka’s ears went back and her tail swished quickly. She stared at the man’s hand between them, turning it and pressing her thumb up his palm to the underside of the knuckles until the fingers stretched under the pressure. One...two...three.... 

Rey’ka’s eyes lifted to the man’s; his own wide with uncertainty. That piercing stare that had haunted Qauritch for months upon months. Eyes that saw into people, searching for the things they didn’t show on the surface. Four. Four fingers. The tall, skinny Na’vi who stood beside the olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya had four fingers. 

[imheretoreadleaveme]

More random thoughts...

Chapter 7 spoilers

(Sorry this ended up being quite long actually)

I've been thinking a lot about chapter 7 and in particular the last few chapters of meeting Princess Mallenore and The Knight of Dawn which ended up being Silver's father so I have 3 opinions/thoughts.

Thought 1:

This thought is more of a what if this happened rather than an opinion.....At the end of the most recent chapter, Silver met his father which turned out to be the Hendrik, the Dawn Knight and leader of the Silver Owls. Silver was extremely distraught by learning this and at the bottom of the screen there was blot. I don't think that in the storyline Silver actually overblots, but I started thinking, what would happen if Silver overblotted? Because they're in a dream, but Silver, Sebek, Yuu and Grim are dream hopping, so what would happen to the dream and would Silver's overblot form tear down the dream world and wake up where Malleus's overblot form was? And what if Malleus's overblot form fought Silver's how Prince Phillip fought Maleficent. There is also theories that Silver represents the sword used to kill Maleficent and so that would support the theory that if Silver had overblotted, their overblot forms may have fought and one may end up dead.

Thought 2:

I don't really like the throuple ship of Princess Mallenore, Lilia and Revain(?) the Dragon Duke. I have a few reasons for why I don't like this ship. Firstly, I think that the relationship between Mallenore and Lilia is platonic and most likely familiar rather than romantic. Even though there is a line in one section where Mallenore said that Lilia had proposed to her 200 years ago, I think that in the timeline they're in Lilia is only 200 because his cannon age is 700 and if the was was almost 500 years ago then that would have made his age 200 during the war. So essentially, Lilia was most likely just a child when he said this and therefore it may not have had as much meaning to it as if he had been older. Also in the chapter 'wicked Princess', Lilia mentions in one part that the Duke of Dragons and Princess Mallenore had been lovebirds since childhood and that they had caused trouble for him when they were younger, and in the way he said that line, he sounded more like an old friend rather than the third person in a relationship. I'm not saying I have anything against the people who do ship it, I just personally don't like the ship and find it strange because I see Lilia's bond to Malleus's parents as platonic.

Thought 3:

What happened to Silver's dad? Like we see that he left Silver as a baby to go to war, but he never came back for Silver so he had to have died right? Well I started thinking about who would have killed him whether it was Lilia who killed him in a battle, or if Princess Mallenore and the Dawn Knight, Hendric killed each other during the siege on Rose Castle.

(Yeah the last one's short)