#Vila-Rant

[vilandel]

Got this comment on my fic Key To The Hearts this morning. I don't know why I got such a review and there's probably no reason than to be toxic. The only thing I could think of is that I wrote a positive take about Asta x Mimosa on my Tumblr here. It is a strange coincidence that this comment came the next day.

In any case, I don't even think that this person is even a true Astelle fan. Firstly, I always get a bit suspicious about so-called shippers who put "(ship name) supremacy" in their name. Secondly, shippers who are toxic like this are in most cases not even loving the ship they claim to be fan of. And thirdly, I've read here on Tumblr that there is a fake Astelle fan who has very toxic takes and probably is only doing this to give Astelle fan a bad reputation. I feel sorry for everyone who had to deal at least once with this person or this kind of people.

I need to get this out of my chest, so... It is okay to not lake a ship, there is nothing wrong with that. But what is not okay is this kind of attitude. Not only is it disrespecting towards other people, but also towards those ships, even the one you claim to be a fan about. Shipping is suppose to be fun, to share love, to explore possibilities and dynamics. It is not a serious national affair on which could depend the fate of the world.

I like Asta x Mimosa, but I prefer Asta x Noelle. Just because I like one ship doesn't mean I'm not allowed to like another one. Shipping Asta with Mimosa is not insulting towards Astelle. And this counts for ANY ship in ANY fandom.

You are NOT a real Astelle fan if you do things like this comment. Wether it's intentional or not, you should know that no real fan would do something like that. Not only should a ship never determine your entire personality, nor is a ship you dislike a "danger" or a "crime" towards your fav. If you love a ship genuinely, you just ignore those you don't like. The block button is there for a reason.

And one of the reasons I came to like Asta x Mimosa is because of takes like this one that. So, insulting me and the ship won't change my mind. Heck, I ship both ships even more right now, maybe I should be grateful for that!

By the way, if you were truly a fan of Asta and Noelle, you would know that they would beat you for disrespecting Mimosa like that.

To any Astelle fan out there, I know and everyone else know that you are not like this person. Ship Astelle with all your might. To any Mimosta fan out there, you are not wrong to ship Asta with Mimosa. Ship Mimosta with all your might.

So, this was it on my part. I feel much better now and now I'm actually very motivated to continue my writing. Currently I'm on chapter 8 of Key To The Hearts and a Beach Oneshot inspired by a chapter of Paper Hearts by @kalolasfantasyworld. Both have Astelle in it, by the way^^

Maybe I'll also write a little something about Mimosa, because she deserves it!

[jaywritesrps]

[heeruh]

I find it rather endearing how, at the end of Vila's story quest she somehow gains that reconciliation between her human and Rusalka side—with the help of sweet Avgust

Him pointing out, that despite Vila's insistence that an eternal soul does not really exist in material form but rather a concept of everything and nothing, how can something he see and perceive to be "nothing"

(my sweet boy being poetic: It's golden, like the sun)

I love this part of the story most (aside from the Windsong Vila moments HAHA)

I adore how the way it is framed, like reverse1999 is somehow showing us (and Vila) how she is both human and Rusalka. How despite her internal insistence at the start of the story and her feeling that she never belonged as one—having been shunned out by her kin and hunted for being a half blood— that she is neither one or the other, but both. Also Avgust is right, she's basically sunlight. She carries that pocketful of sunshine wherever she goes that basically in all of her scenes in Farewell Rayashki, she feels like summer.

(Im sleep deprived, and have yet to have my cup of coffee so this rant is going to feel all over the place but yeah)

Also bonus ship points because at the end of that specific scene, bluepoch basically breadcrumbs us with Windsong x Vila

In Hans Christian Andersen's Little Mermaid, mermaids don't have eternal souls like humans do—that unlike humans who go to heaven when they die, they return to the sea as seafoam (but i guess that's for another day and post) I simply wanted to give credit to the framing done by Bluepoch in that scene.

and lol, isn't this a subtle way of saying, Windsong is her prince, given how out of everyone Samodiva can threathen Vila with they chose Windsong to rile her up.

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Happy 2024, y'all! 2023 has been a busy year with lots of ups and downs but one thing is for sure : I got my mutuals with me and I want thank them all with a little meme plus some honorable mentions <3 I'll make a separate post for those who I couldn't put here but I still want to thank <3

@deep-space-siren : Diede, Belgian King and band expert. You're such a kind and understanding soul and I'm so grateful to have you in my life for another year <3

@legal-lost-boy : Jeords, my little big bro. I missed you a bit because we were both busy but I'm great you're here with me. You're so creative and kind and I hope the best for your future.

@officialmelkor: Moon, my sweet older sib. You are a great adviser and listener. I'm glad you're in my life giving me comfort and I hope I can do the same for you. Remember your strenght <3

@same-old-crue: Eli, WE MET THIS YEAR! It was the year of the italian bitches who see old men bands and we ace it. I hope the new year brings you peace, and that you can see you're more than what your brain says.

@glamourizedcocaine : Alexis, I'm so grateful to share ideas and talk with you. You get quite a few of my rants against the world and I thank you for that. I wish for you all the peace and the success because you are super talented <3

@morska--vila: Sestra, I was so afraid of have lost you but we found each other and that's what matters. I hope you get all the good things in this wolrd because you deserve them. Stay strong and slay <3.

@arnold-layne: My talented pal, I'm always so afraid of not being cool enough to be your friend but thank you for gifting us with your writing. The future will look brighter and remember your worth is more than numbers or external factors can dictate.

@welcometohollyweird: Oliviaaaaa, hello from uncle CC too! Lots of peace and good vibes for you and I hope we can continue to talk like we have been doing for years. Remember that you are not alone.

@mxliv-oftheendless : From a Liv to another. I'm so happy for your achievements this year and I hope you treat yourself with kindness <3

@what-a-fucking-disguise-this-is: Ollie, thank you for your funny videos and wholesome messages. I wish you all the best and never give up, you're a star.

@aritamargarita: Ritaaaa, never forget to believe in yourself and in your talent. Good luck with everything.

@poisonedraven: Stevie, you are one of the new friends I made in 2023 and I'm grateful for this <3 Remember who loves you doesn't make you feel like crap. We are humans and we are worthy regardless of how "lovable" we think we are.

@emometalhead: Ash! Wonderful soul and friend, I hope you smash everything this year and keep your wonderful sunshine personality.

@ladyshandioftheendless : Shadi, I wish you all the best. You're a great friend and life will get easier <3

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: Yay chapter 2 is out!! This chapter is from Kaeda's perspective :D, and it written by me. Just an update for those who haven't seen it, Nyota's Wattpad postings of SCH will be on hiatus until my Tumblr chapters are in sync with hers :) You can find the complete masterlist of the series here

Warning(s) : Cursing, mentions of frostbite, enemies to lovers, fantasy + royal universe Homophobes stay away!!

Pairing(s): Kaepex

The Next Day... 

Damnit. 

Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. 

You’d think the crown princess of Khaenpanii could keep track of where she keeps her state-of-the-art pearl encrusted signet ring. 

Well, if you did, you thought wrong. 

At least that’s what it seemed like as I rummaged through my now irritatingly lavish bedchambers.  

Technically, the bedchamber wasn’t mine, I was just staying here for the time being. For the past ten years, I’ve been here on Watarumi Island to continue my studies as heir of my kingdom. 

But that’s not the only reason I’m here. My kingdom of Khaenpanii is the birthplace of countless Sylas, who are Espyns given a gift from the gods – the Espyn in question is granted good luck and prosperity for their kingdom, but also a singular wish with no limitations.  

Only one Syla is born to each generation, and my kingdom has been feuding with the neighboring kingdom of Fujimura for the title. It’s a great title; only those with Reyas can become Syla, which is rare enough as it is. Once put through a ritual at the center of our continent, they are given the gift of the Syla from the gods themselves.  

Don’t get me wrong, it’s an honorable thing to accomplish, but it’s also a big title to live up to.  

Ever since I was young, both Khaenpanii and Fujimura decided their heir would become the Syla of this generation.  

And usually that would be a problem – what with forced rivalry and all – but the crown princess of Fujimura is a patronizing slug. 

They call her Apex – a predator in the making ever since her older brother, the ex-crown prince Daxton give up his birthright for a life dedicated to the gods. It caused quite a ruckus in not only Fujimura, but Khaenpanii as well, since now their sweet little Princess Kaeda had an opponent in this unspoken competition for the Syla title, but Prince Daxton’s castaway little sister Apex, who was given the rule of the kingdom like an unwanted rag. 

And as sad as that sounds, Princess Apex, or that’s what they call her at least, is heartless, and has the emotional capacity and range of a pebble. 

Obviously, someone like her shouldn’t be given such an important title, much less be considered for it – what with her lack of etiquette, acting as if she’s above royalty, the nerve, and the way she presents herself as if we’re nothing like pawns in her little game.  

Just the thought of it makes my blood boil.  

I sigh, warding away another mental rant about the princess. She was only 10 months older than me and somehow it felt like 10 years. Many could agree I’m more sociable than her – but something about her demanded respect. 

Our Reyas are polar opposites too. All Reyas are special abilities gifted to an Espyn from a specific god, each different in their own way. My Reya was gifted from Glacon, the ice god. And Apex’s was gifted by Vohona, the goddess of fire.  

Out of all the Espyns on the continent, it had to be us. Would we have been friends in a different world, in different circumstances? 

No, probably not. 

I see a glint in the corner of my eye, breaking me out of my reverie, filling me with relief.  

There it was, my signet ring, nestled amongst a pile of scrolls and a quill. Picking it up and sliding it on my finger, I marveled at the small name engraved into the smooth, indented surface: Kaeda Leona Cynet. It was gifted to me before I left for Watarumi by my mother, Queen Vila Cynet herself.  

Knock Knock Knock 

“My lady? Are you all set, or do you require some assistance?” a voice calls out, one I recognize to the sweet chambermaid who would provide me with calming tea after a long day of studies, Raeha. 

“No, I’m alright thank you.” I call out, hefting the big stack of scrolls I brought with me, and trying to keep the overstuffed bag of clothes over my aching shoulder. It wasn’t much, considering I’ve been here 10 years of my life, but they were very strict with their rules. No letters, pack extremely lightly, respect the curfews and pull your own weight. It was a long ten years, unforgettable for sure, but today, today I was finally going home. 

Looking back at the room I stayed in for the majority of my childhood, I felt a pang of sadness as the realization dawned on me that I was leaving this all behind. 

The laughter and conversations made in the big dining pavilion, the soft breeze that kept me cool at night, and even just the sheer thrill of running down the vast halls that seemed to be infinite. The last nights, poring over ancient scrolls, forbidden or not, and helping Raeha and the other chambermaid Eudora cook meals for all the inhabitants at the temple and palace. 

And training in the courtyard - with the crystal-clear pools of cool water and hot water alike – each fine-tuned to push my ability to its limits. The sensation of creating ice crystals from just my fingertips would never cease to amaze me, time and time again. 

And the not as wonderful moments – the pain I’d feel every night, equivalent to internal frostbite almost, as I’d cry myself to sleep after a rough day of training. The occasional pang of homesickness. The hot tears of frustration threatening to spill from the corners of my eyes whenever I just couldn’t get a certain thing right or understand it. The overwhelming thick blanket of stress that would threaten to suffocate me if I gave in.  

But even so, those moments made me who I am today. 

It almost made me forget the fact that I wasn’t the only one studying here.  

Obviously, the crown princesses training to become the best of the best both needed to attend the most elite schooling system in the world. That being the ancient temples of Josuna on Watarumi Island, with a palace here for those who attended.  

Ugh, now I think about it, I spent most of my childhood with Princess Apex of all people.  

Shaking the thought out of my head, I take one last look at my childhood home before I leave the room, shutting the big door behind me with my foot, all while balancing the heaping pile of papers in my arms. 

Trying to see through the mound of parchment, I make my way down the hallway, the heels of my shoes clicking as the sound rebounds throughout the halls, the foyer in the distance. From there, the grand doors will open and eventually past the gates we’ll set out to the dock, where we would set sail for Dodomi for the next week or so. 

But everything just felt so wrong. A small part of me didn’t want to leave, it just wanted to turn around and flop back down on the big bed in my bedchambers and relax as Raeha gave me some more tea. 

But I had a duty to serve my people, and eventually the world once I become Syla. No matter how much I want to go back. I had to. 

Lost in my thoughts, I crashed into something, catching me off guard. 

“Oof!” I groan, toppling backwards into something solid and steady, feeling my feet slip from underneath me with the realization that I was going to fall. Hard. And it was going to hurt. 

My scrolls clattered to the floor, the bag slipping off my shoulders and thumping against the floor, all while a strong arm encircles my waist and jerks me back, preventing further injury.  

“Oh my gods, I am so sorry, thank y-” Before I could finish apologizing for being so distracted, I cut myself off as I realized who caught me. 

And there I stood - frozen in shock as I was held in place, two vibrant teal eyes staring right back at me. 

[carinathefairy]

Hi once more butterfly's.

Previously in my journaling i told myself i was tired and wanted to quit right? Well today is a different story i feel RESTLESS...

Why?! I don't fucking know, well maybe i know, i am too self aware to say those words....

I do know my life is a shit show of routine, nothing different happens, nothing exciting i don't maybe some secret agent could come around and tell me i am in danger and so i would need to learn to fight and shoot guns and travel throughout the world because i cannot be found....but no, my life consists in waking up late because my ass only feels at peace at 3 am in the morning, make lunch because i need to feed my grandfather, stay at home god knows why (well i live in the countryside and the next vila is an hour away walking...although i do that almost everyday because of the gym) i could walk around the land but i have a neghboir witch dogs sometimes are out the house and even the police going there and warning them it not worth it, i really don't like those dogs they are feral and bite....so getting out of the house most of the times is out of the question...i do have to go to the gym three times a week and because i technically was unemployed because the funds were getting short (i was one of the first to "go" i'm still there tho but no contract) i do need to go there to work so i do get out of the house but still routine i do know that in those exact days i will work and go to the gym! I cannot get out of the house too much too because i cannot leave my grandfather alone for like a hole day, like what if something happens to him and he is alone....

It is frustrating...

I want to learn a new craft but away from the eyes around me (sorry mom but you are a pain in the ass sometimes and i feel you, without intention, (maybe me too because i have this belief) ruin my ideas/goals etc) So i can do it with alone, i am too much of perfectionist and i procrastinate a lot and having people around that can see what i am doing worsens the procrastination....

I hate myself for being the way i am right, truly do....these version of me these days is shit total shit...i know we should love ourselfs even in the worst times...but bitch i am a crying, procrastinator, lame, not doing enough, just existing, victimizing piece of ass that is just floating around eating for something without even moving her ass...that is what i am right now, a disgusting place of shit that does nothing for herself and maybe others (cannot let my people pleasing go tos waste on this)

So yha, i hate this version of me right now do i want to change it?! Fuck yah i do! Am i doing something to change it?! Fucking no i am not...

That is the worse part knowing that and doing nothing...

I have a thing that if i get out of this house everything will be much easier for me and i will start doing this...but what if it is just an idea i put in my head and actually does not work...

I want to give a try and see if i compose myself after i get out of this place but it is hard to find a house...i don't have stable income to pay rent yet...so i am fucked...and seams that i don't want to do anything here an less i get out of this house and leave somewhere else....

What a fucking rant today...what a fucking rant..

I must say sorry today, seems to much but i need to write...

Beautiful butterfly's stay safe and like always i am not going to say love yourself today because sometimes we do hate ourselfs and it is the cruel truth for that present...try to love yourself the next day and see how it goes.

Love you all!! ✨💜✨

[successionmanga]

Chapter 3

Orcelita is pissed.

Not only is his brother apparently dead but he's just been told by the elder's son that he's going to be the council's puppet. The son says "Bro, chill...we're just doing what's best for the country.". So Orcelita finally shouts out his name (Kiliko Lagen) and demands to know why he's treating the royal family like this. Kiliko smugly leaves, saying that Orcelita is cranky and needs his rest. Before he can fully exit, Orcelita asks about Belca. Kiliko says they couldn't find him despite looking. Outside the room, Kiliko tells the guard with him he assumes he died due to all the blood found at the landing site, his body clearly having been eaten by beasts. Clearly a massive inconvenience, Kiliko orders the guard to find out if Belca's personal belongings are on the black market or are being sold in antique shops. If he is alive, he needs to be captured immediately before he starts saying shit. Prince Orcelita is not to be let out of his room. Taking out a poison, Kiliko cryptically states that while things didn't work out with Hector, there's a chance Orcelita could still be put under their control.

Meanwhile, our special guy Belca is recuperating under an unfamiliar ceiling in a dirty room somewhere. Belca wakes up thinking that he fell asleep in Ossan's barracks before he remembers what happened. While he's trying to figure out how he's still breathing, Ego comes in with breakfast! It's bear! Beary delicious!

Belca demands to know where he is before he feels a jolt of pain from his bandages. Ego tells him not to move around too much, saying it's a miracle he's still alive. He says the bear, as in the bear he is being served to eat for breakfast right now, cushioned his fall and he should eat it to show proper respect for its sacrifice. Belca is worried about Orcelita but Eco (Now going by Eco because I've apparently misread his name) introduces himself instead, saying he rents the cabin they're staying in during the winter and he works as a scholar and a bard. Eco asks his name, causing Belca to realize that 1) Eco doesn't know who he is and 2) that means he's not back in the palace. Belca tries to ask where he is but both are interrupted by guards knocking on the door, demanding to search the cabin.

They say a rebel, using the name of Prince Belca, has fled to the mountains and he stole treasure from the sacred tombs. Eco tells Belca that they're in the town district of the Royal Tomb's Palace Vila, specifically the mountain outskirts near it. Belca figures the elders haven't found him yet...but they're looking. And they'll use any method they have to make sure the secret he and Orcelita found out stays buried.

The guards burst in...to find an empty room. Eco and Belca are hiding in the storage and the guards begin their search. But on the bright side, Eco thinks this event will make a good song!

Belca points out that the guards are naturally gonna check a fucking closet but Eco tells him to be optimistic. The guards promptly find the closet and open the door...only for an old man to jump in and yell at them, demanding to know why they're breaking into his house. One guard angrily says not to talk to them like that only for the old man to snap at him to fix his damn door. He then goes on a rant about how because of the guards' deer hunt, his livelihood is ruined. The mice are breeding, the sprouts are being eaten up...the guards are too uncomfortable to talk back to him. They leave and tell him to keep an eye out for the felon, with the old man still shouting at them to fix his door.

With the fuzz sent packing, Eco formally introduces the old man to Belca as Gramps. Gramps happily says he just finished winter preparations a bit ago and is heading off to the countryside to stay until spring. He says Belca seems chill so he can stay until his wounds heal. Belca asks if anyone is taking this seriously; he is literally being chased by the king's men. Gramps says them mountain folk are different from lowlanders; they're not as softheaded. When spring comes, summer follows. That's the way things are. Nature is different from humans, who change their choices again and again. That's why they (mountain folk) can't be sure if the people on top knows what's right. And that' exactly why Belca should think for himself and make his own decisions.

Belca says Hector used to say something similar. Gramps smiles and tells him to get better soon so that he can show Hector that lively face of his again.

So Gramps leaves, telling Eco to take care of the cabin. Belca thinks about how Hector took on the council and lost. But it's not just him: Orcelito, Belca, even their father...they can't get out of the cage they were put in. Eco has more bear though! But Belca isn't hungry...ah well. Eco says it can't be helped. Belca is a prince after all.

He knows who he is. And he especially knows he's third in line to the throne. Belca shoves him away, accusing him of actually being up to something while demanding to know who he is. Belca says he's nothing but a nuisance in the castle and he's a wanted criminal now. Not only will the guards kill him, they'll kill Eco too if they find out he was harboring him. Eco denies trying to do anything but Belca ain't hearing it, saying if his only choice is to live or die, he should have died when he fell off the cliff. Eco tells him to calm down, asking if he already did his best to improve his situation. Belca stammers over his words and Eco smiles, saying that he knows he did nothing to begin with. Belca says what does he know...before Eco wraps his hands around his throat and pins him to the bed, saying if he's serious about what he said before he can give him what he wants right now.

He even apologizes for unnecessarily treating his wounds, not wanting to delay his trip to the grave. He also tells him it's useless to resist in his current condition so just let the sweet grip of death take him so he can bury him in the area around the cabin so the guards will never find him. Belca is just going to let himself be killed...before he flashes back to Orcelita, remembers him trying to save him and realizes that his dumbass of a brother will never let himself be a puppet for the elders, which leaves only one fate for him...

He suddenly punches Eco off of him, deciding he's sick of letting people die.

Eco is nursing his sore cheek but laughs, betting on Belca not really wanting to die. He apologizes for trying to strangle him to death in order to illustrate a point and goes off to chop wood. Belca isn't sure if Eco was really trying to kill him but rationalizes that if he wanted to, he would have done so before. He wants to see Orcelito (gonna use that name for him; the manga I got goes back and forth) but he remembers Eco's words: "You did nothing to begin with.".

He gets up, gets dressed, eats his bear and leaves behind a note before exiting the room before Eco comes back in. Eco reads that Belca thinks he's creepy but he did help him out so he owes him. He paid for the clothes he took with some earrings.

The chapter ends with Eco realizing in comical horror that Belca is heading down the mountain in that condition.

[overanalyst556]

Love Never Lies: The Weirdest and Horniest dating show.

Yes, you read the title correctly, Love never lies: Destination Sardina is undoubtedly one of the weirdest shows I have ever watched. I don't even know what was the point of this show aside from sex and lap dances! What was the point?

Now some of you might be thinking "Why are you making a review about this dating show that absolutely No one has heard about?". Well, since I want to try to review pieces of content that I like and ones that I hate(I did mention that in the rules) I figured that this would be the best place to start with.

Think of this as a placeholder or some kind of mini-rant before we get to the actual quality review that you guys voted on which was the Korean War.

Also before we start, I'm aware that there was a love never lies before this one with the same host but with different contestants and a different location. I watched and it was fine. Despite me hating Monica, Other than her and the stupid lie detect thing, It was fine. Not good, But decent enough

So strap In, Put on your hats, and join me as we dive into this mess of a show.

Trigger Warning ( Mentions of Sex, Nudity, And other stuff that will probably get me in trouble.)

The Rules and How this show works.

So here's a brief description of how this show works. Love never lies features six Spanish couples who are separated and sent to two different Vilas. They compete as they struggle to trust their partners., who are distracted by sexy single men and women.

All the while, having to be wary of the Eyedect( yes that is the name) which helps the contestant determine whether or not the partner is truthful or not. The prize for the winner is a cash prize of 100,000 euros( European currency), Which goes up or down depending on the contestant's honesty.

Yes, this is a Spanish show, Created by Spain and put on Netflix. The host and the contestants are Spanish. Now I'm Latin American or at least of latin american descent and I can tell you right now that this sucks. First off, The two Villa system. Now, Having two villas isn't that bad. But It really is bad when the contestants are separated from each other.

It would have been more entertaining if the couples were not separated and yet the singles showed up anyway. That would make for some interesting drama and conflict between the couples. But no, instead we have to separate them to make it more interesting (It's not). What's worse is that they show you what their partners are doing in the villa.

You have to pay some of your prize just to see some premium version or extra footage of your partner, Which really wasn't worth anything, other than to reinforce the fact just how horrible these people are.

But the worst part of the rules is the Eyedetect itself. This machine is basically a huge screen with a virtual eye in the monitor. Basically, this decides and tells who's lying and who isn't. It does not matter what you say or what you do, You are not safe from that eye. Green is for when someone tells the truth, and red is when someone tells a lie.

Not gonna lie, This thing fucks everything up from the get-go. Why In the name of God would you have a machine that is made to detect lies in a show where you have to trust your fucking partner? Doesn't this break the motive of the show and what it's trying to do?

What is the point of trying to trust your partner and believe in them when we have a machine to tell you the truth? This makes the whole thing of trust pointless if you have that there. I can't believe nobody at the production thought this was a bad idea. It just amazes me.

But yeah, The rules and how the show works suck ass, But you know what also sucks ass? The host and contestants themselves.

The Cast ( And why they suck)

Love never lies: Sardinia has an intriguing cast of characters here. and when I say intriguing, I mean that they are without a doubt some of the most horny, Hypocritical, and generally toxic people I have ever seen on tv. There are ways of making a cast of trashy human beings enjoyable to watch( Are you the one? for example). Love never lies does not accomplish this and proceeds to make the cast perpetually horrible.

Let's start with the host, Monica.

She's supposedly 48 but she looks like she's in her 60s or early 70s. Monica is without a doubt one of the worst hosts of any program I have ever seen since the Monokubs! Throughout the entire show, Monica is a sadist to the core. Pretty much she has a smirk whenever a truth or lie is going to be exposed. It's like she relishes torturing these people.

And yet she acts like she cares for them by comforting them when they're broken despite the fact that just a minute ago she was showing you clips of your partners fucking and pretty much doing it with a smile-like smirk on her face. Yet they somehow still worship her and thank her, like just stop with that shit, Please.

Also, her hosting skills are terrible, as she constantly has the need to interject with her narration, making you suffer even more. Also, the theme song is awful I have a feeling she sang it since she is a singer, which in any case Monica, You did an awful job.

But enough about this host sadist, Let's talk about the contestants. None of them ( With the exception of 2 or 3 people) are likable in the slightest. They are either horny, Self-righteous, or Hypocrites that just want sex.

Forgive me if you don't see photos of the cast, It's because Tumblr's uploading system is a fucking piece of balls. Here is the link to an article about them so you can see it.

Let's start first with Imma and Vicky, The first couple. Imma is just in her own league of bad where she cheated on Vicky before the show with this girl called Ceila. Turns out that Vicky and Celia were friends once before they met Imma, they spilt eventually over, so Imma pretty much fears Celia as does Vicky. But because things suck, Celia is here as one of the singles to take Imma away and stuff.

Imma just goes along with it for a bit until this dude called Juanlu shows up and she falls for him despite being a lesbian while Celia fades away in the background . Yeah,' Imma's just a mess. Vicky is somewhat better than Imma at first until they swap places and Vicky pretty much falls for this dude despite being a lesbian as well.

Pretty much, these two do nothing more than just betray each other( Although Vicky was faithful to Imma, Just the fact that Imma completely cheated on her).

Next is Irene and Asier

Asier is an absolute weirdo in the case that he just stands there with a worried and expressionless face most of the time. Yet somehow he gets three girls to fall for him, Two of which are fellow contestants. The dude doesn't even look like he wants to be here, let alone in a relationship with those people, Yet he somehow encourages it and pretty much just goes along with it, even allowing someone to lap dance on him. What the actual fuck? the dude's just bland and boring.

Irene is pretty much the only sane contestant in this show, Being one of the only logical ones in the game aside from Vicky( before she went with the dude) As well as she completely believes in Asier, which is why? I would have left the guy after he allowed a girl to do the lap dance on him. She does have her moments with another guy who I can't remember his name but other than that she's probably the best out of all of them.

Then we have Miguel and Alejandro.

Miguel is just something in the fact that he wants to believe in Alejandro despite Alejandro not giving a fuck. At first, he's optimistic in the fact that he sees Alejandro and the single having no chemistry to speak of, But then when Alejandro's new suitor Angel comes and goes in the bed with him, The dude just breaks into tears and has his optimism smashed. So Miguel doesn't trust Alejandro and moves with another guy, Raul(With who he has better chemistry by the way).

Alejandro is just like Asier except slightly better though not by much. He generally does not look like he wants to be here ( Which can be said about everyone in this show) . Count how many scenes the guy is in and he just has the same bored expression. Pretty much think of what I said about Imma and Vicky earlier except they are boys and they have had no best friend drama in the past.

Up next, Maria and Javier ( or Javi). This is when things start to go to shit fast.

Maria is just a mess. She starts off with some drama with Javi before they were on the show that he cheated on her. Then the Eyedect exposes the fact that Javi slept with three girls, and Maria is rightfully pissed. However, this is where things go downhill. Maria pretty much looks like someone straight out of mean girls. She's no Heather but she does really have the moments which make you think why we should care. She Hates javi, but by the end, she wants him back despite everything he did to her and the fact that she hates him. What?

It gets worse with the fact that once she sees Javi going at it with another girl, She has a mental collapse and is pretty much crying all over the place. Like this girl is mentally unstable. Ethier that or she's a really terrible actor. This is the same dude that does not give a fuck about you, so why should you care?

Javi is just as bad. He starts off with some drama with Maria due to him cheating on her with another woman. Then eyedetect reveals that he did the unforgivable sin of sleeping with three girls. Yes, you heard me, Three. While the act is horrendous itself, What this does to Javi is just as terrible. The show tries to give Javi a redemption arc and fails miserably at that.

They want to say that he's changed when he really didn't. All he did was just react to Maria's shenanigans in the villa, did sex with another girl and that was it. He did not change much aside from the fact that he wants to meet new people and stuff, and I was sitting there, wondering why I don't care. Yeah, these two are shit.

Then we have Lucia and Antonio, which ay Por Dios.

Let's start with Antonio. The dude is pretty much the most sympathetic guy in this whole show. He gets verbally smacked by Lucia and is treated like an attendant despite the fact that he cares for her. It wasn't until Antonio was shown footage of lucia falling for other guys and being a toxic person that Antonio just snaps. It's so bad that he didn't even want to see the premium version ( Which is when most of the contestants' optimism are broken), He just breaks down crying.

Eventually, though, He comes to hate what Lucia has become (despite her being this way from the start) And decides to go for his friend Julia. When Juila is around, Antoino becomes this absolutely horny as fuck dude that just enjoys having sex with Julia, who feels the same way. Calm the hell down Antonio! Control your damm hormones. Although that can be said for all of these people, they just want to sex someone and just party around and do lap dances. like this happens about every episode, with most of them doing sexual stuff way too often.

Lucia is just a massive bitch. She constantly puts down Antonio for the smallest of things, verbally abuses him, and at one point was even looking forward to leaving him. Her ego is so off the charts that she called him a hick. Yeah, she called her own boyfriend a hick on tv What the hell? Yet when she gets blame put on her, she refuses to say she was in the wrong and gets mad at Antonio for fucking Juila when she was literally doing the exact same thing. Just a shitty person in general, I feel for Antonio, man.

Last, but not least we have Sara and Gulliem who are the worst couple aside from Lucia and Antonio. I will try my best to get this over with because fuck, I want to get this show over with so I don't have to see it again.

Gulliem is just a rageaholic. He has so little trust in Sara, due to her doing some stupid stuff in the past. While that becomes justified ( Sara was a massive bitch) It is downright impressive how much Guillem made things worse with him sleeping with another girl in the villa( Who also conveniently happens to be named Sara as well, Just a 19-year-old one while Guillem is 25. Let that sink in). This pretty much causes Sara( the original one) to snap and after Guillem sees her going after Asier along with a dude called Aitor at the same time while also stomping on his jacket and doing lapdances to the guys, Guillem loses it and calls it quits with Sara.

I mean, Guillem was certainly in the wrong for sleeping with teen Sara, but it's not like Sara was faithful to him either. Pretty much both were in the wrong here.

But it's Sara herself who takes the cake as the worst contestant in the show. Not only was she doing lap dances, twerking, and cheating on Guillem constantly, but she's also a hypocrite and pretty much claims that it wasn't her fault to Guillem's face. Like hell, you didn't do anything work, he saw you from the villa. And she tries to go for Asier of all people. Yep, she falls for Asier, the most blandest and boring dude in the show. Also, Lucia falls for him as well, so fuck. Get fucked, Lucia and Sara, You absolute putas.

Overall, the contestants just suck. With the exception of Antonio and Irene, most of them are fake, hypocritical sex addicts. Almost all of them are shit or boring as hell and the host herself is a sadist.

Enough of this let's just get to the ending so I can spare you all the agony of this show.

The finale to a trashfire

The finale sucks, let's just get this over with. With Maria and Javi gone as well as Sara and Guillem after the girls decided to quit the show due to the fact that they can't handle those two having a good time without them( What absolute cunts they are). Sara and Guillem, in particular, make up after all of the drama that just happened and are back together, which why in the hell? These two were nothing but toxic to one another and yet they make up and put aside the beef they have against one another? What the fuck?

At least Maria and Javi had the decency of not making up with each other. In fact that goes for the entire finale as well, Everyone just makes with one another despite the absolute shit show that just happened. This is toxic and awful. Remember guys, If your romantic partner cheats on you and calls you a hick, The best thing to do is to talk it out and forgive them, what a great fucking message "sighs".

Imma and Vicky also have a marriage proposal that was obviously fake. Still, I don't know why the show decided to do that, possibly to boost ratings. But yeah, fake way of doing a marriage proposal about a couple that I don't care about.

But then we get to the winner of Love never lies: destination Sardinia and it's none other than Lucia and Antonio.

Yes, you read that correctly. Lucia and Antonio, the most toxic couple left in the villa, somehow win the season. This was the worst scenario to happen, Like why couldn't you guys pick Irene and Asier or hell, even Miguel and Alejandro would have been a better choice than Luica and Antonio. I'm so sorry you had to suffer like this Antonio, you deserved so much better than her.

Monica congratulates them and sheds some happy tears as if she helped them all, which is a pathetic sight in all honesty. And the show ends with everyone taking a dip on the beach and Monica teasing ta new season of love never lies. What a shitty end to a shitty season.

Conclusion

So that was love never Lies, destination Sardina. What a mess of a show, can't get anything right. never watching this mierda ever again

So that's it, Um I don't know how to end this. I wasn't expecting to do a review on this show honestly. Just felt bored and wanted to do something. Wanted to see if I could review another topic other than history and I think I did well. Honestly, I don't care really that I took this long, I just wanted to get this stupid show over with.

Actual quality analysis of the Korean War coming this weekend so keep an eye out for that. Thanks for reading and I will see y'all next time.

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Secrets Don’t Make Friends— Feysand AU

Prompt submission by Nonnie— Reverse fake dating au where everyone thinks you’re dating and you’re keeping it a secret, but you’re not.

Thank you to whoever sent this one in! I had an idea for Nessian, so I may post that one as well if y’all are interested! 

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It was another beautiful day in Velaris, and Feyre couldn't seem to focus on her newest project assignment for anything. She found herself gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the Sidra's soothing flow and mentally mixing her various paints to capture the unique color.

Unfortunately, her firm's newest client didn't care much for river paintings since they were paying for a full digital marketing overhaul. Truth be told, she didn’t hate her job as a creative director for the largest marketing firm in Velaris. It allowed her a steady income, let her flex her creativity to some capacity, and definitely kept her on her toes. She had started as a design team member with the firm several years ago upon graduating from Prythian U, and after several largely successful projects, she started to gain more responsibilities within the team. Once her team’s creative director, Amarantha, had moved on to another firm, Feyre had been promoted to her position.

She turned back to her computer screen, willing the motivation to hit her. Any moment now.

This was a typical pattern for her. Initiating a new project was always the hardest part, but once she got started, she tumbled down the proverbial rabbit hole. She just had to... start.

“Ughh,” Feyre lamented. “I wish I was halfway through this proposal already. I’m way better at that point in the project.”

”You are pretty worthless right now,” Lucien joked. Feyre offered a vulgar gesture in return, earning a hearty laugh from her friend.

Lucien left the marketing side of the firm about a year ago, itching for a different opportunity that would allow him to express himself more freely. He felt stifled by the business side of things; the numbers, the politics, the marketing director he worked under. Tamlin hadn’t been the absolute worst to him, but his leadership style didn’t align well with Lucien for the long-term. He had ended up as a member of Feyre’s team and seemed to fill a void they weren’t aware they had.

“I can’t be that mad at you, to be honest. You’re not wrong,” she replied. “Maybe I need caffeine to get out of the post-lunch slump.”

”Someone say caffeine?”

Rhysand Vila approached, perching on the corner of Feyre’s desk. He was wearing dark khaki slacks with a black button down, rolled up to the elbows. At some point, he had ditched his tie in favor of an open neckline, likely free of meetings for the rest of the day. His casual appearance didn’t readily identify him as one of the firm’s most successful marketing directors, but his authenticity was one of the things that extended his influence the most.

Rhysand’s marketing team often collaborated with Feyre’s creative one, and they managed to create some of the most well-balanced projects within the firm. They worked so flawlessly together that they were starting to become almost exclusively paired, much to the chagrin of some of the other teams. Not only were their proposals solid, their presentations were engaging and convincing. Their perspectives on the projects, combined with their mutual respect of the other’s contributions, presented a solid, united front that built trust with their clients.

Through long work hours and multiple business trips across Prythian, Rhysand had become one of Feyre’s dear friends. When they’d originally started working together, his cockiness had grated her nerves to the nth degree, but she realized over time that it was mostly in jest. In truth, Rhysand was kind-hearted, cared deeply for the people in his life, and an incredibly supportive partner on client projects.

They’d fallen into a comfortable kind of friendship, and they’d only gotten closer with time. He’d confided in her about the toxic relationship he and Amarantha had foolishly found themselves in, and he’d listened to her never-ending rants about her brief coupling with Tamlin, nothing but understanding all over his face.

“I think a coffee run is a necessity,” Feyre said, playfulness dancing across her features.

“I left my wallet in my desk. I’ll go grab it. Meet you at the elevator?” Rhysand asked as he walked backward toward his office.

“Sounds good!” she replied. She turned to Lucien. “You coming?”

He had an odd look on his face, smirk included. She gave him a questioning look, and he let out a low chuckle. “Nah. But if I give you my card, will you grab something for me?”

”Why wouldn’t you just come? I’m not your coffee bitch, Vanserra.” That earned a full laugh.

”And I would never assume you to be. If I’m going to take a break, I don’t feel like being third wheel, is all.” The confused look returned to her face, and he continued. “Feyre, stop. It’s not my company either of you want on this little coffee date. You and Rhysand can go about your charade with anyone else, but you’re not getting that shit by me. It’s fine— you two are great together. I just can’t figure out why you insist on the secret.”

Feyre’s expression morphed into a stunned one, and it took her a few seconds to decide on a response. She and Rhysand had never crossed any lines beyond platonic, so all of this was news to her.

”Luce, I’m not sure who your source was for that little nugget of info, but don’t trust them with anything incredibly important in the future. They’re way off,” she assured him. “Text me your coffee order.”

She made her way to the elevator, finding Rhysand propped against the wall on his shoulder. He was scrolling through his phone, stray black hair falling across his brow, looking as if he couldn’t be bothered by the work day. Once the elevator made it to their floor, they stepped inside and found themselves sharing with Morrigan Reina. She was head of Human Resources, absolutely stunning, and Rhysand’s cousin. She had to admit, their genetic pool was quite impressive, all things considered. She was his opposite in every way with her brown eyes and blonde hair, but they shared immaculate bone structure and a certain elegance. Objectively speaking.

“Well, hi! This elevator ride just got way more fun. How’s is going, Rhysie? Fey?” Her dark eyes sparkled, dancing over Rhysand’s face. She raised her eyebrows at him slightly, silently communicating with him in that way only family can.

”Oh, come off it, Mor. We’re on a coffee run. Care to join?” Something in his tone seemed oddly like a challenge. She realized she hadn’t yet answered Morrigan but felt like a response of “Doing well” would seem out of context, since Rhys had already transitioned away from greetings. She deciding on standing there awkwardly, pretending not to feel incredibly intimidated by this woman in the elevator.

“So sweet of you, but I’ll have to take a rain check. This is my floor actually. Unfortunately, I have a termination meeting to attend. Have some for me!” She brushed her cheek against his in a mock kiss. “Good seeing you, Feyre!” She disappeared so quickly that Feyre started to doubt if she was ever there in the first place.

“Awfully prickly with your dear cousin this afternoon, Rhysie,” she teased.

”Well, dearest Mor can be quite the busy body and likes to think she knows all of my secrets.” He gave a small eye roll, but the smirk on his face gave his affection away.

“You have my attention. I think it’s only fair that I’m let in on this little secret.”

She swore the tops of his bronze ears turned slightly pink. “I assure you I’m not that interesting, Feyre Darling.”

As if on cue, the elevator chimed, and they were walking into their building’s lobby. The coffee shop was right next door, so they made their way there quickly. Within 10 minutes, they had their coffees in hand and were sharing an elevator with a small crowd on their way back to work. Feyre regretted that she wasn’t able to press Rhys for his secrets anymore but supposed it was for the best.

He took the long way to his office in order to drop her off at her desk. She set Lucien’s coffee down on his desk with just enough force to startle him out of his work, earning a laugh from Rhys. Lucien simply glared at her before mumbling his thanks and taking a long pull of coffee.

“Well, Feyre Darling, this is where I leave you.”

Lucien eyed her over his coffee lid, lowering it slowly as he paid full attention to their exchange.

Feyre chuckled, ignoring Lucien altogether. “Thanks for returning me safely. I fully intend on pulling at least one secret from you on the next trip, though. You’ve been warned.”

His violet eyes bore into hers, amusement all over his face. “Do your worst,” he replied, winking at her as he sipped his coffee and walked away.

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Coffee seemed to be just the inspiration Feyre needed to hit her creative stride for the afternoon. She finally managed to land on a prospective theme for the new account, and she was busy making some rough sketches on her drawing tablet. A booming voice called out to her from down the hall, and she recognized it immediately as Tamlin. Of course he would recruit her attention once she was finally feeling productive.

“Feyre, could you come down as soon as you’re free? I’d like you to do a consult with Ianthe.”

She forced herself to refrain from rolling her eyes, trying her best to be diplomatic.

“Sure, Tamlin. Be there in a bit.”

He hesitated at his office door, poorly masking his impatience when she didn’t immediately jump out of her chair. Typical.

She was already annoyed at his loud declaration across the office that he was asking her to give feedback on another creative director’s work. She didn’t feel particularly protective over Ianthe. It was just poor form, and it set the tone for resentment with no true reason.

Finally, she stood and made her way to his office. He was in his office chair, Ianthe pointing to various items of interest on a flat screen mounted to the wall. She greeted Feyre politely, but it didn’t seem like she was all to keen on getting her feedback.

“What can I help with?” Feyre offered.

“I wanted to see what you thought about the account we’re working on. Considering that you’ve been monopolized by Vila for months, I thought I could at least get a brief consult,” he explained.

Feyre decided to mentally count how many underhanded comments she’d endure over the course of this meeting.

One.

”Sure. What’s up?”

Ianthe launched into the cliff notes of her project, Tamlin contributing nothing the entire time.

“I’m sure you’re probably swamped with whatever you’re working on Feyre, so I appreciate you taking time to look at what I’ve put together.” Ianthe seemed genuine enough. She wasn’t sure if she trusted her, but she felt bad for her all the same.

Before she could respond, Tamlin inserted himself. “Oh, she’s definitely seems busy. Just not sure how much of it is work-related.” Her head snapped toward him, eyes blazing. She steadied herself and turned her attention back to Ianthe to try and keep this meeting on track.

Two.

”Honestly, Ianthe, I think you have a great proposal overall. My only suggestion is that you consider a different color focus. Your primary color for the logo is red, and that happens to be the main color of their largest competitor’s logo as well,” she stated, ignoring Tamlin entirely.

He started to say something about her input, but she quickly interrupted him.

“How unfortunate that the person responsible for doing the relevant market research into any competitors didn’t think that to be relevant intel to bring to the project,” she finished, eyes gravitating back to Tamlin’s face.

”Good catch,” Ianthe said simply.

“It’s happened to me before, too. Don’t create too much additional work for yourself. Maybe see about pulling one of your coordinating colors forward instead, and see how that plays out. No need to reinvent the wheel.”

”I’m not sure how you’ve managed to convince Vila to do all that extra legwork on your behalf, but it sounds like you’re awfully convincing,” Tamlin seethed. He couldn’t help himself, it seemed.

Three.

It was quiet for several uncomfortable seconds. As if on cue, her savior himself appeared in Tamlin’s doorway, a friendly smile on his face just for her. He knocked with his knuckle as he glanced around the room.

“Sorry for interrupting. Feyre, could you stop by my office before you head out today? Nothing big. Our last account sent an email asking for some minor changes, and I wanted to get your input before I tell them anything,” he said.

“Of course, Rhys. I’ll be there in a second,” she replied. He gave her one of his dazzling smiles, that rogue strand of hair kissing his brow yet again. When he walked away, she immediately felt compelled to follow him, as if he took the light straight out of the room when he left.

“You may go, Ianthe,” Tamlin stated dryly. She quickly excused herself, repeating her thanks to Feyre on the way out.

“You realize you two are partners— she doesn’t work for you.”

“Our dynamic is hardly your business, Feyre.” He wasn’t exactly wrong, but she hated the way he spoke to people who worked with him. It had always bothered her.

“Says the guy who all but insinuated that I’m putting out to get Rhys to be a good partner on projects. You’re unbelievable.”

“All of the speculation that circulates around this office regarding you and Rhysand, and you’re caught on what I’ve said? Feyre, sweetie. I thought we were past this.”

”It seems as though the lot of you aren’t busy enough if you have all this time to discuss whether Rhys and I have some secret affair happening under your noses. Maybe if you put half that effort into your job duties, you’d be an almost decent partner to Ianthe,” she snapped.

“You shouldn’t concern yourself with me and Ianthe. We’ll work together in whatever way works for us. Plus, you basically belong to Rhys now, so you won’t have to worry over having to work with the likes of me.” The way he mockingly said Rhys’ name made her want to punch him in the throat.

She turned on her heel to leave, so angry that she didn’t trust herself to respond professionally. Once she got to the doorway, she found the words rolling off her tongue without a conscious thought.

“I ‘belong’ to no one. Your problem is that you see people as assets rather than building relationships. You should consider incorporating a little humanity into your leadership. You may find yourself a little less miserable to work for or be around. From now on, Ianthe can address me directly if she needs me. You, sir, can fuck off.”

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Feyre made her way directly to Rhysand’s office, still fuming. She probably needed a quick break on the roof to clear her head, but it was already 4:30. She didn’t want to make Rhys stay late so that she could pout properly. Although, he’d probably do that for her if she asked.

She approached his door, knocking lightly when she saw he was on the phone. He waved her in as he finished his call. He let out a polite chuckle at whomever was on the line, and she wondered how even his contrived laughter sounded almost musical.

“Absolutely. I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow. Bye.” He placed the receiver of his office phone into the cradle and faced her fully.

“Hey there, Feyre Darling. Thanks for saving some time for me today. I hope I didn’t overstep, but I wasn’t sure when if I’d be able to catch you later.” He leaned back in his chair, propped his elbow on the arm rest, and cupped his large hand to run it over his face. So he was tired, too.

Feyre let out a low chuckle. “You’re my hero, basically. Your timing was absolutely perfect. Never hesitate to interrupt if Tamlin is the person I’m talking to.”

His bright, violet eyes seemed to linger on her face. “I wouldn’t mind hearing you laugh again,” he mused. “It’s become one of my favorite sounds, I think.”

She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face, and she found one mirrored on his own. She cleared her throat, unsure how to tame the butterflies she was experiencing at his words.

“Shall we?” She motioned to his computer, and he nodded. She pulled her chair to his desk so that she could see, but he forced her to switch with him, insisting she take control of moving through the project.

She wasn’t sure if she was reading way too much into the weird comments she had heard today about her and Rhys, but she was acutely aware of his thigh so close to hers. It was far enough that they weren’t flush, but she could feel the heat radiating off of him in the most distracting way.

He already had the project pulled up on the screen and asked her to move through the document to the place of the proposed changes. He reached across her slightly to point at something, and she was instantly immersed in his scent. She found it oddly comforting, if she was honest with herself.

“So what do you think? Is it a simple fix? Or would this be something beyond the originally contracted rate? If it’s going to take you some time, I think it’s appropriate that we negotiate an additional fee, especially considering we’ve just initiated another large account.”

”Mmm. It’s been a while. Mind if I play with it for a minute?” she asked.

”Yeah, for sure. Take your time,” he said, leaning back in his chair as she worked.

Several minutes passed in excruciating silence, causing Feyre to break out in nervous laughter.

“You can talk to me, you know. It’s eerily quiet in here,” she joked.

He huffed a laugh. ”Hmm, okay. Anything particularly interesting around the office today?”

She thought immediately of her conversations with Lucien and Tamlin, and she couldn’t help but include their interaction with Mor in the elevator on the list. It really was such a weird day.

She worked for a couple of seconds before she replied. “It was quite the day, to say the least. I learned a lot about myself via the grapevine.”

”You mean to tell me there’s gossip in this office?”

”This very one,” she replied through a laugh.

“This is the part where you tell me what’s been said about you, Darling.”

She big her bottom lip, nervous of how he would react. “Well, it’s not exclusive to me. It has to do with you, too.” Her eyes never left the computer screen as she spoke.

“I like how that looks,” he said in regard to her edits, jumping straight back into their original conversation. “Now you have to tell me, especially if I’m involved.”

He offered a small poke to her ribs, laughing at her jerking away from him and the glare it earned. “Spill, Archeron.”

Before she could chicken out, she described her interaction with Lucien prior to their coffee run. He went entirely still as she spoke, eyes trained on the screen. When she finished, he said, “I see. I bet Lucien thinks he’s quite clever, then... Oh wait, I like that better.” He pointed to a small change she made.

He seemed so indifferent, and despite her attempts to the contrary, it bothered her that he was acting so cavalier. She had to check herself, remembering how ridiculous she had found the comments only a handful of hours ago. It was certainly unfair to have expectations of him being that she had barely finished processing this afternoon’s events.

“Yeah, I guess he’s pretty proud of himself. I don’t know how much he believed me when I told him he was off-base, but time will tell, I guess.” She immediately launched into her interaction with Tamlin, outlining the full interaction for him.

His jaw was tense throughout the story, and she could see his shoulders tighten when she would share a particularly tasteless thing Tamlin said. They tended to stay out of each others’ ways, so sometimes it was easy to forget how much animosity existed between the two of them. She finished the entire story, and decided to wrap up everything in a brief summary.

”So yeah, according to Lucien and Tamlin, you and I are hiding a super secret little office affair. But apparently we’re really bad at it, because everyone knows.” She let out a long breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding. His response was swift.

“Well, that’s fucking ridiculous.” He stated, so matter of fact. “Go back to that one really quick— if you don’t mind.” His eyes never left the screen. All business, all of a sudden.

Okay. Now, his indifference stung. She thought she knew Rhysand well enough that he would cushion the blow better than this if he were totally shooting her down. She didn’t like how detached he was, and come to think of it, it’s not like she had offered herself to him anyway. For all he knew, she could find the idea of them dating totally repulsive.

“You could do a lot worse for yourself, you know,” she said, anger bubbling to the service. She saw his head snap toward her, but she refused to look at him.

”What?”

”I know you could walk out of this office and take your pick, but you could do worse for yourself than me. It can’t be that ‘fucking ridiculous’.” She clenched her jaw to force herself to stop talking and breathe.

He sat there looking at her, his attention to the project entirely derailed.

“Feyre...” he started.

”It’s late. I’ll finish looking at this tomorrow. Could you save the changes and upload to the cloud? I think I can make quick work of it.”

”Would you look at me, please?”

She let go of the computer mouse and covered her face with both hands. She rubbed her face roughly as she spoke.

“I’m just tired, Rhysand. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Just forget I said anything. Really, I’m okay.” She didn’t want to see the pity in his face or listen to any explanations. She just needed to get out of there.

She felt one of his hands grip softly around the wrist closest to him as he turned the chair to get her to face him. She kept her face covered, leaning forward, and he had the nerve to laugh softly at her.

“You are such a stubborn, difficult woman sometimes, Feyre Darling.” He gripped her other wrist with his free hand and pulled her hands away from her face. She was too tired to fight him on it, so she let him. She fixed her gaze on his thighs, not entirely prepared for what his expression would show.

“Please look at me,” he whispered. She melted at the tone of his voice, imploring her to make eye contact, and raised her eyes to meet his.

He rubbed slow circles on the sensitive underside of her wrists as he spoke. “In no way, is the idea of me being with you ridiculous. What is so ridiculous to me, Darling, is the idea that I could ever be with you and delude myself into thinking I could keep it a secret,” he murmured, the sincerity in his expression overwhelming her. She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, readying himself to finish. “Cauldron, Feyre. If you ever let me love you... I wouldn’t have it in me to contain it.”

She was frozen in her chair, in total disbelief. Once she finally regained control of herself, she reached her hand up to smooth his hair back into place. His eyes fluttered shut at the contact.

“That piece of hair has been driving me insane all day long,” she whispered. She was closer now, so much closer to him than she had ever been. She dropped her hand back to her lap to find his again.

His eyes popped open, traveling across her face and landing on her full lips. She watched his tongue dart out of his mouth slightly to wet his own before she regained eye contact. She leaned forward a little more, his hand coming up to brush her hair behind her ear. He cupped her face, running his thumb across her cheek.

“Feyre?” It was barely a whisper, but it was everything.

She subtly nodded her head, and his lips were on hers. He was slow, near reverent as he kissed her, and she leaned in to him, craving more contact. He slid his hand a little farther back so that his fingers could find their home in her hair, just behind her ear. She braced her hand on his forearm, and he pulled her face into his, only slightly, to deepen the kiss.

She let out a quiet whimper as Rhys angled himself to better capture her mouth, and just like that, she was gone. She no longer registered that they were in Rhys’ office or that his door was still open from when she arrived. As far as she was concerned, the world began and ended with them.

They both missed the quick footsteps as Lucien passed by on his way back to his desk from a meeting. They were entirely unaware of his halt as he realized what he’d witnessed and his prompt back peddling. It was when they heard his quiet rasp that they startled, breaking apart only millimeters.

”I fucking knew it!” he whisper-screamed, obviously pleased with himself.

True to Rhysand’s nature, he seemed totally unfazed by Lucien’s discovering them. He brushed his nose over Feyre’s, a grin spreading across his beautiful face.

”Fuck off, Lucien,” he crooned playfully.

His mouth was on hers yet again, neither of them noticing the soft click of the door as Lucien backed out of the office.

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Just a bit of Feysand fluff for y’all! Feel free to keep the prompts coming, and let me know if you have a particular pairing or mood in mind ☺️

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[jaelijn]

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Now that Whumptob. is done (as in I wrote all the fics and typed them up and am just waiting on posting them) I should a) be feeling a sense of accomplishment and b) *really* start putting things together for the GP-Day-Calendar, but it seems to be a thing that my mental health takes a hit around my birthday every year now, when I realise just how few people actually *care* that it’s my birthday, and suddenly Covid restriction stuff (partially self-imposed for safety reasons even though I am vaccinated because I don’t trust anyone else) really annoys me even when it normally doesn’t, and other living situation stuff is suddenly bothering me and then there’s politics nonsense, and social politics nonsense (and I have opinions but I don’t want to talk about them on tumblr and the internet is being increasingly rubbish anyway), and f*ing money and five billion other reasons why the future terrifies me and I hate every proper arty thing i started in the last few days because Vila’s face is weird but also other people have so much more reason to complain so I don’t even want to say anything but for reasons that’s a bad train of thought and I *know* it but it still doesn’t change it and still I have been thinking of ranting for four days now so I guess I should post it and get it over with.

[panonska-utvara]

As none of you probably know, I have a serious problem with food and sleep. I eat very little and sleep even less, and it has been like that for most of my life. This year, i finally decided to take up action against these bad habbits of mine! I want to get fit, and I cant do that while weighing 40kg.

My plan is to start eating more (while staying healthy) and to work out at least a bit. Also, get my sleep schedule in order for once in my life.

Rant over. Vila out

[hadescavedish]

This is my rant.. just don’t mind my overthinking brain. Bc I saw some comments regarding to two ships on older fandom and recently there are others bring this up and (I have to say this again, there is no better and worse on shipping choice, there is only the way of one’s own interpretations, for the record I do ship both, I just need to say this here)

1. Do I really need to write an essay to prove that in so called social status means nothing in this fandom when they had lost everything? (what it matters now is the state mind, whatever you say, in some kind of situations there aren’t that much of choices. That is why I am always saying “it won’t work during the time in canon” it is real imbalance in a relationship, bc there is no common goal in this. I cannot say I want to think as self insert state of mind, but I think I can get into the mindset more than B’s fans could, this is a subjective opinion but to the introverts to communicate with the outside world is energy draining. There is no real freedom to A unless he can have a comfort cushion, there is no way an introvert can really become extrovert and to feel spontaneous, even after years of socializing. I’m not saying it is the personality that hindered it in canon, I’m saying that if you really cared about the other one, you will respect his way of living. Thus my envision of their future is very very different to popular old fandom tropes.

2. About “Vila deserves better” ha, well, people saying this and wanting B/V, I won’t be against it but he fears B more than he fears A. It is not that B is a bad person, but he had no way of knowing if he doesn’t comply will he be thrown off the ship, this is main reason why he would agree to Pressure Point in the first place. And A always knows he will doze off on duty “that’s what I thought”. A indulges him more than anyone, even than Gan, (but arguably you can say Avon is a bad influence bc if Vila steals Avon can relate, Gan will just say “this is not right!” hahahah) And if people think his relationship with A is unequal then they:

- either they just underestimate Vila’s ability and his ego. (true, lack of self confidence is possible, but you can see when his ability was proven he is practically gloating. Only Tarrant will make him feel less of himself, that is why I can read fics with Tarrant but I will always have problems with him)

- or they just overestimate Avon's ability on “dealing with people” (more precisely, being manipulative), I am not saying he cannot, but he is very bad at it, when you manage others, better managers will be more eloquent than he does most of time, and he just threw whatever he thinks is “most reasonable choice” to people’s face and let them digest it. That is not fine art of manipulation, it is a steam roller (well well. I happen to know another idiot is like this, unrelated to B7 tho)

[xairathan]

@wilhuffs

General Opinion: I’m getting really tired of seeing this ship everywhere. I don’t hate it, but when you’re trying to find Fuyutsuki fics or just browsing Fuyutsuki stuff the sheer amount of it just slowly drives me mad. I understand that 1) Gendo and Fuyutsuki have a long working relationship (over 14 years), and 2) that Yui explicitly asked Fuyutsuki to keep an eye on Gendo... but I can’t see it. Even ignoring the issues that point two brings up (They both love Yui? I don't really see them abandoning that to get with each other?), I don’t really see them ever getting anywhere beyond somewhat awkward (see; horrible social skills) camaraderie– certainly not romantic.

Again, I don’t hate the ship (much), but would it kill people to not shove it down my throat every time it shows up? All in all, Gendo/Fuyutsuki ranks pretty low on ships for me.

[danahmbisyosangdoktora]

Di ko alam? Di pa ata enough na nag-vent na ako sa closest friends ko as well as my relatives. I needed to let all the feels out and I needed more catharsis. I thought baka sawa na sila that's why I'm here... writing. Idk what for. Maybe to document my side and to remind myself, it wasn't you.

I knew the moment I signed the deed of sale, my life on the road will always be on the line. 'Di ko lang inexpect na mararanasan ko talaga siya especially I am very mabagal and follows traffic rules diligently sa takot na maaksidente.

Only went out to go to the grocery, ayun nalipasan pa tuloy ako ng gutom cHAROT ¼

Until now, nanginginig pa rin kamay ko? Grabe.

Story time

Bago pa ako makarating sa centro, may jeep na akong nakasalubong na nag-oovertake at inaagaw na lane ko. Sabi ko sa sarili ko, "wow ako pa mag-aadjust" kasi ako na gumilid sa lane ko hahahahaha joked to one of my friends na intro lang pala yung jeep, maaaksidente pala talaga ako today. 😅

Ang bilis ng pangyayari. Alam ko lang I was decelerating kasi 3 nalang until the green light turns to yellow then red when I was approaching the area. It's my rule to stop as early as 5 sa countdown (wow) to avoid nga unexpected... stuff. It just so happened na nagkaabot kami coz he did an illegal U-turn.

I didn't know what to do. I was internally panicking! Gladly, three tricycles away from me andoon yung uncle ko na tricycle driver. If not, I wouldn't know what to do. Baka inako ko din yung accident? Also thankful for the bystanders who kept on telling me na it's not my fault and taught me what to do like taking pictures of the scene in all angles possible. Also to those who defended us sa righteous vehicle owners who keep on asking na alisin na daw coz nakaharang sa daan and said it needs to be documented by the police as it is.

The HPG came and brought us sa station. Shet, my first time. They asked for our licenses as well as the OR/CR. We went to the hospital (I work at yikes) for the medical. I was lowkey embarassed coz I felt like I did something wrong coz I was riding the mobile 😅. Everyone I know who saw me kept on asking what happened and kung may duty daw ba ako. This happened around 11am and I was supposedly on duty by 3pm but I told my boss I couldn't make it kasi di ko alam kung gaano katagal ang process. Thanks to my fats who served as cushion, I didn't get grave injuries. I only??? hurt my left leg na siyang tumama sa side car ng tricycle which is also why I can't go to work coz the doctor told me I shouldn't walk my foot much which is not possible kasi as a medtech, I do wardings so I can't NOT move my feet. Anyways, we went back to the station and proceeded with the blotter.

We agreed na he's only gonna pay for the damages. I waived the medical part coz para sakin, yun nalang tulong ko and I can just have it shouldered either by my employer or myself. Nobody wanted this to happen naman so ayon. I also thought baka I was at fault din kasi di ko siya nakita. Tsaka it's only recently when tricycles started operating so I tried to consider as I really didn't want to burden him more during these trying times. But when we went out of the station, he was talking with someone sa phone and I overheard him saying ako daw nakabangga sakanya which is totally the opposite!!! I was mad! I went easy to him only to be painted as the offender? I was close to letting him go kasi my motorcycle has insurance naman and ayoko na makadagdag pero I got annoyed when I heard it. His tone was very condescending like pinapamukha pa nya sa kausap nya na siya dehado?! He was unapologetic at all! He was "okay po" when we were in the station but when we went out, he kept on insisting I was the wrong one! That's why I went through with what the police and my relatives insist na he pay right there and then.

Di ko lang matanggap his defense na I was speeding. I got (lowkey) insulted just recently when my highschool friend told me ang bagal ko daw magpatakbo because 40 lang... I only drive ng 30 especially in key roads kaya ano pinagsasabi niya. Also I don't beat the red light. 🥴

He also said he didn't know you should U-turn few more meters away from the No U-turn sign. He said doon daw talaga ang U-turn right after a No U-turn sign... I asked him if he knew how to read the lines sa road and he doesn't know. The heck? To think he's a Professional Driver license holder and I'm just... Non-Pro??? Scary.

I felt lowkey bad coz I have two cops na relative who assisted me. Baka he felt like I have the "upperhand". Baka isa pa yun sa rason niya when he cover himself up if magkwento siya sa iba. Pero I'm thankful because I really didn't know what to do. Everyone who can go literally went to assist me. 👉👈 You'll never read this pero thank you, Papa, Uncle Bon and Tiyo Polong. The two HPG who responded. Thank you, Ms. Neil Vila for sending me voice chats about everything I needed to know about the insurance. Jaymar and Ryan for listening to my rants. My workmates and my supposedly partner on tonight's 16hrs duty who asked about my condition and understood. My boss who told me to go to work nalang anytime I felt like going. Lastly, to my mother's friends who helped kahit na wala sila sa scene contacting numerous people pati na rin ang Municipal Administrator who got worried daw. Wow, I feel relevant.

Sorry Perrie, my motorcycle, nabinyagan ka tuloy. First birthday mo pa naman nung 10. I'm sorry!

You'll never know talaga. Super amazed to those whose job is to be on the road for hours on a daily.

It's not enough pala talaga na nag-iingat ka 'coz if barumbado kasama mo sa daan, wala rin.

Friendly reminder to always be alert!

[mrs-underhill22]

More B7 fanzines

Got more zines from Jim & Melody Rondeau site - thank you @captain-aralias for pointing them out, they have a huge collection for prices much cheaper than eBay.

And Harris “Between Life and Death” curse strikes again - I can’t believe it! I already bought Forbidden Zone 2 instead of Forbidden Star 2 hoping to get a Harris fic. 

And now I bought “A Touch of the Irish” play by McCormack and Harris thinking it’s by Una McCormack and *that* Harris - not an unreasonable assumption to make as they made Aquitar files online fanzine together. But it’s a play by completely different McCormack and Harris - what are the odds!

Anyway, I read it. It’s about a mischievous Irish lady friend of Vila, Erin, who gets mixed up with Season 4 B7 crew and also with yet another Cally’s clone sister Kara who’s a scientist with an important discovery wanted by Servalan and the Federation. 

It’s supposed to be acted like a panto at a fan convention and watched slightly drunk, and it’s quite entertaining as such. I still wish there were a play by *those* McCormack and Harris somewhere in the world. :)

Horizon 20

Bought it for  “Peculiar Alchemy” by Judith M. Rolls (PGP, Avon, Vila, Tarrant, Soolin, OCs). I wanted more fics by this author and this one delivered! Loved it and reread already. Her PGP!Avon is feral, grim and fighting for the survival of the remaining group. She also does great Soolin, and good Vila. Grand, angsty tale with everyone angry and hurting but fiercely bonded together. Lots of h/c. Interesting plot with background war and revolution. Mary-Sueish OC (she’s even got auburn hair) who’s fascinated by Avon a bit but the group wouldn’t let her in. She’s OK. 

Other fics:  “A Night Off” by Maz Dufall and Ali Reynolds (S3 after Children of Auron. Blake, Avon, Jenna, Cally, Vila, Dayna, Tarrant, Tyce, Sarkoff, Servalan). Weird one - I couldn’t tell whether it was supposed to be a parody. Liberator crew gets invited to a huge party on Lindor, lots of flirting and intrigue ensue. For some reason Dayna and Tarrant are there with Blake and Jenna. It starts as a parody but turns nasty and sad by the end - which is appropriate for B7 I guess. I don’t regret reading it.  

“Living Forever” by Russ Massey - middle part of the story of Avon and Jenna 40 years after GP. As I didn’t have part 1 or part 3 I skipped it.

“Brother of Shadows... and Son of the Light” by Susan Matthews. Illustrated by Susan Lovett,

(PGP, h/c. Avon, Servalan, Clone!Blake, OFC. A/Se mentioned).

I wanted to read it because of beautiful pictures by Susan Lovett and because it got fan awards. Well - I wouldn’t say Susan Lovett pictures were the best part of the story, but those pictures suggested a very different story to me which I’d have preferred to this one.

This one had an A-Grade Avon whump in it, lots of h/c, good Orac, nice bird, good Clone!Blake. Servalan imprisoning Avon was well done.

But. It also had a Mary Sueish character which was a bit much for me. I mean, if someone prefers het to slash there’s plenty of deep, interesting het with Avon in canon, plus whatever we should call the things with Orac and Sopron. It’s a bit crowded for an OFC already.

But much worse for me was the part which revealed Avon’s motives for killing Blake on GP. I didn’t expect such a twist. I almost wanted to do what Avon did in the middle of the tale when I read that. :J  Putting under cut as it’s a spoiler but I feel there should be a warning about it. 

 In short, Avon killed Blake because Blake had it coming - I didn’t get why, but there was something about Blake not wanting to leave Avon alone, wanting to control Avon and going crazy over it. That’s why he lured Avon and his crew to GP. Avon blames Blake for all the deaths, and thinks Blake needed shooting for that, also because Blake gone mad and needed to be put out of his misery.

Avon then goes to Clone!Blake to went his anger at original Blake at him as he killed the original Blake and so didn’t have a chance to rant at the original. But then Avon sees Clone!Blake, realizes he can’t blame the Clone for Blake’s crimes and relents, and they reach a truce and understanding and go their separate ways.

To all of which I say - WTF?! If that was a fine example of a vintage fic about Blake I could see why Blake character fans felt marginalized. 

[444names]

lithuanian names + portuguese names

Abere Abristão Adas Adeslo Adrosena Afona Agoria Agus Aida Albure Alburgas Alca Ales Alexe Alfonike Alfonto Alias Alius Almas Alvilio Amalda Amarals Amargosa Amasta Amons Ampanço Ampassa Amális Amérina Anda Andrede Ango Anta Antana Antanano Ante Anteu Antisena Apardo Aparose Arlso Armo Arnas Arro Asseu Asso Audo Auga Auge Auguerea Auré Austor Ayra Barris Berinha Berse Beto Bezeris Bita Bone Bonça Bravarde Bris Briustas Brole Bros Brudas Brássa Caldo Came Camigo Caminge Camireta Campaina Camparas Cara Cardas Cario Caris Carmílte Carrio Cartine Caryte Casiande Cele Cese Cibecres Cloys Cláudá Clódina Cois Coisla Coriseu Coso Crica Crio Crudras Cuna Cátis Célis Daira Daliano Dalvyda Daminco Dana Dandrio Dardim Deirei Deiro Dena Deno Dessa Dimortas Dinha Dinto Diontas Dirgas Donta Dulius Duteira Dàna Déboal Décina Edgas Edma Edso Egis Egídia Elgenita Elius Elzino Eria Ernabia Esdrenja Esmejana Esposme Estimena Esto Ezenta Fabia Fabraela Fabria Fabrósia Fagas Feberna Fera Feras Ferba Fira Flária Fone Fonsão Foro Gabróna Galdasta Galento Galtos Garo Gastas Gazarce Gedal Gedesto Gemilia Genas Geno Gidato Gielexe Gino Gisa Grama Gres Guelius Gues Guim Guiza Guálta Gyti Gytinara Hadas Heligo Henano Heno Henta Ifinas Ignitas Irislas Irmor Isaral Isia Jacha Jachei Jaciola Jacres Jadaria Jadréia Jari Jaymislo Jeferaça Jeras Jerdo Jerna Joano Jokades Judia Julca Julce Jurce Jurture Jácio Jéstêvão Júlispa Júliusta Júnija Kazute Kesso Kona Konas Kota Kottore Krio Laim Laria Larius Larrenja Laulio Lavaruno Leata Leira Lemina Leonria Lete Liano Lilávio Limornal Lineires Listália Lius Lobas Lobatas Lora Loute Luale Lucia Luciacó Lucianas Luilenis Luim Luro Lyragda Lúcino Macinhão Mada Magalho Magnid Mano Maraloé Marasta Marcijus Marda Mares Marigane Marinas Marne Maro Marosia Martoras Maruno Marães Marão Matal Matana Mato Maulano Mazeria Meda Meles Menco Mendrons Meno Mentona Meris Mice Migo Milenta Miliole Mino Miro Morde Mírtrígo Mônisca Nassagna Natana Nathia Nerbas Nijus Nomutino Nuna Olijus Olina Onda Onésio Ortia Osvas Paela Paido Palora Pano Pato Patra Paudas Pauliano Paulike Paus Paustar Pavína Pedido Pedo Pedor Peiracha Penas Pimon Pina Pire Pones Povaras Poves Praes Prina Queliped Quilia Quimeão Quira Rafina Raimvyda Raiocha Raixonte Rame Ramina Ramuno Rante Raptia Raptinha Rassior Reca Recreda Rega Remelo Resse Riga Rimona Rimondia Robo Roboa Rodo Rodricia Rollange Romião Ronda Rosta Ryte Sabelato Salda Salenia Saleno Sana Sanas Santina Saulce Saurna Saus Seco Serasca Seveira Sibereta Siga Silava Sildia Silipe Sima Simo Skolinho Sofilia Sofintas Sofiro Solas Solo Soures Soval Suesemí Suziro Sylenor Sylvo Tacio Tate Teona Teop Tera Teveseu Tite Titóriel Toldo Tomilva Toro Tradeixo Trano Trico Trionte Tylveira Tálico Ugniel Urine Vailso Vaios Vaisla Valoys Vana Vanoel Vante Vazio Veia Veirejus Vele Viano Vidalbel Vides Vidone Vila Vilho Vilis Vilviana Vira Vite Vito Vitão Viveiro Vlauz Vyta Xândeira Zemis Zenika Érija Ória Órigus Órina