#a weird “i can fix him!!!! relationship

[f1daydreamer]

What’s the most chaotic thing you can imagine Lando Norris doing in a relationship

Lando Norris & His Chaotic Boyfriend Behavior (Totally Not Spoilers 👀)

Okay, hear me out—the most chaotic thing I can imagine Lando doing in a relationship? Definitely something like:

•Live-streaming their argument by accident – He’s on Twitch, supposedly raging over a game, but the chat quickly realizes he’s actually arguing with his girlfriend off-screen. Chaos. Absolute chaos. The clip goes viral in 0.2 seconds.

•Buying a pet without asking – Surprise! There’s now a baby goat in their living room, and he’s already named it. She’s not amused, but Lando insists they’re keeping it.

•Oversharing in interviews – A journalist asks a casual question about his personal life, and before he can stop himself, he drops an extremely embarrassing fact about his girlfriend. The group chat immediately roasts him.

•Forgetting an important date but making up for it in the most extra way – Realizes at the last minute and panic-books a literal private jet for a surprise getaway. (Totally normal behavior.)

•Stealing her skincare products – Then acting like he has no idea why his skin is suddenly clearer than hers. The audacity.

•Texting absolute nonsense at 3 AM – He suddenly wakes up and needs to know: “Would you still love me if I was a worm but like a really fast one???”

•Ordering the most unhinged food combos – Genuinely thinks dipping pizza in milk is valid and tries to convince her to try it. (She refuses. Obviously.)

•Getting jealous over ridiculous things – “WHY did you like his Instagram post from four days ago?!” It was a meme, Lando.

•Leaving voice memos instead of texting – And they’re all either incoherent mumbling, weird sound effects, or him screaming into the mic. No in-between.

•Pranking her 24/7 – But the second she gets him back? “Wow. That was mean. I trusted you.”

•The 2 AM McDonald’s Run That Went Wrong-It starts as a simple craving. Lando’s half-asleep, mumbling about nuggets. Next thing she knows, they’re in the drive-thru, him in pajama pants, her in one of his hoodies. But just as they get their order, Lando accidentally starts rolling forward… and straight into the curb. The McDonald’s employees are watching. She’s crying from laughter. He’s just sitting there, holding a large fries, whispering, “I can fix this.”

•The Time Lando Got Lost in IKEA - They go to IKEA for one thing. ONE. Yet somehow, Lando disappears within minutes. She gets a text: “Babe. I’m in the fake bedroom section. Send help.” Twenty minutes later, she finds him fully lying in a display bed, hands behind his head, rating the mattress. “Honestly, I could live here.”

•When Lando Tried to Cook and Nearly Burned Down the Kitchen - He swears he can handle it. “Pasta is easy, babe. It’s just water and noodles.” Fast forward: the fire alarm is going off, there’s smoke everywhere, and he’s standing there with a melted spatula, looking guilty. “Sooo… we’re ordering takeout, yeah?”

•The Vacation That Turned Into a Survival Mission - He planned a “relaxing getaway.” The reality? A remote cabin with no Wi-Fi, questionable plumbing, and a surprise thunderstorm. At one point, he’s standing in the rain, holding a stick like it’s a weapon. “If a bear shows up, I got this.” She’s already googling hotels nearby.

•Lando’s Genius Plan to Sneak Into a Concert (That Failed Miserably) - They didn’t have tickets. But Lando had a plan. “Trust me, I saw this in a movie.” Next thing she knows, they’re wearing matching high-vis vests, holding clipboards, and trying to look official. It works… for about five minutes. Then security spots them. “RUN!”

•The Time Lando Decided to Dye His Hair… and Regretted Everything - He was so confident. “Platinum blonde will look sick.” She tries to warn him. He doesn’t listen. An hour later, he’s staring at his reflection, horrified. “Babe. I look like a wet Q-tip.”

The IKEA Couch Disaster - He insisted they didn’t need help assembling it. “We got this!” Three hours later, there are extra screws, the instructions are ripped, and the couch is lopsided. “So… maybe we just tell people it’s modern art?”

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(Also… confession time. 👀)

These chaotic Lando moments? Yeah… they’re actually straight from my drafts. Every single one. I may have just leaked my own work, but at this point, are we even surprised? 😆

They’re still getting some final edits (fixing grammar mistakes, tweaking details, and making sure the photos and screenshots are just right—perfection takes time, people! ✨), but they’re coming very soon.

Now, I need your help—which one do you want to see first? Drop your favs in the comments before I get too tempted to post them all at once. 🤭🔥

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[raveszn]

Love drought

Synopsis ♡ you and gojo had a hard patch in your relationship could you both make amends to fix your love drought?

warnings: cheater gojo, angst, and slight fluff

a/n: i will get to any request that you guys left i promise!! m.list

“ where have you been?” you stand infront of the brown wooden door of your shared apartment .

“ yn i just walked in can you relax please.” gojo says, visibly tired but you just can’t hide your annoyance. crossing your arms you lean against the cold wall.

“ no i can’t relax gojo you’ve been gone for days no text no call nothing i was worried.” gojo sighs heavily and takes his shoes off. “ you have a weird way of showing it, basically bombarding me with questions and i barely walked in the door. i came home to escape the fuckers at my job not to be met with another one asking me stupid questions.”

you scoff, shocked at his anger with you “ you’re being a dickhead could u blame me? last time you were gone so long i found out you cheated on me.” finally stepping into the house. “ really yn youre bringing that up right now. making my fucking day worse ya know.”

“ yes gojo i am bringing up because i don’t trust you.” you say as you follow him into your bedroom.

gojo chuckles finally looking at you “ so why are you here? huh? why are you still here if you can’t get over it and trust me.”

“ oh so now you want me to leave? don’t act like you forgot what happened the first time.”

the flowers were in full bloom and the sun’s warm rays radiated from the window onto

your skin heating you up in your shared king sized bed. you flicker your eyes open to see the person you love so dearly. just seeing him laying there sleeping so soundly could make your whole day. you move your hand to gently touch his silky white hair. moving it carefully out his face so you can admire everything about him and his presence. and that’s when you see it. the small purple bruise that made you pause in you’re movements, made you feel like everything you’ve maintained and built in this relationship just crumbled to your feet.

“ gojo don’t fucking lie to me, who were you meeting with when you were away for your mission.”

“ come on baby, i got it while i was in a fight. i wouldn’t lie to you, let not do this now it’s early.”

“ give me your phone”

“ wha- what yn stop playing.” you reach over the bed and grab the phone that laid face down on his bedside table and immediately went through it. You felt your heart dropped an inch every time you found something new; someone new, and he stood there with no excuses, no pleding, just guilt. “ you wouldn’t lie to me huh?” “ okay so whose lila, whose nudes are these cause they sure as hell aren’t mine.” “ what’s this screen shot…. fuck gojo i gave you everything i showed you my most vulnerable sides and this is how you repay me fucking bitches while you’re away on missions.”

“ no no baby i missed you they mean nothing im here right? i’m here with you not them… i love you i swear i don’t know what to do if you leave.”

A week later

“ hey baby, come back please i miss you, don’t let this break us apart, we’ll go to counseling, talk about our shit yeah… fix what happened between us.. i love you so much please baby.”

click you turn off the voice message gojo left you. sure you could have blocked him but something in you yearned for him. you laid on your bed in your apartment staring at the white ceiling fading into your thoughts. Could you ever feel as loved as gojo made you feel, could someone make you that happy again, and if not wouldn’t it be better to go back to him. a sudden ringing caused you to break from your thoughts, you turned to the phone next to you and picked it up, and stared at his contact. you shouldn’t answer you knew this. But would it hurt to hear him out?

“hello…” you said nothing leaving the silence to hang between you both. “ yn you there?”

you found yourself waiting on gojo in the middle of a coffee shop not too far from your apartment building. You wondered how you even got here, why did his words affect and push you so easily. Did he know how much you really loved him, is that why he was able to get you to meet him. the door to the cafe opened leading you to break yourself out of your thoughts.

“ hey baby thank you for meeting me and hearing me out…”

y/n i’m sorry love i’m so sorry i was so weak on that mission i needed someone around me and you weren’t there so I went to someone who was and I regret it… could you understand where im coming from?” he sighs and grabs your hands that were wrapped around a mug. “ please yn”

you pull your hands away “ but i was there gojo a simple call and i would have dropped everything for you.”

“ I know i should’ve called you, I should’ve confined in you, I was wrong please give me one more chance.” the moment you looked up from your mug and met his blue orbs you let your pride slip away, how could you walk away from him? “ okay one more chance that’s it.”

“ thank you baby.” “ if you do that shit again i’m done gojo.”

“ i swear i wont, i promise.”

“ do you even remeber how much you begged me to come back to your sorry ass when i left last time.”

he chuckles lowly “ left?? when did you leave me yn? oh you mean that bull shit ass week?” he walks closer to you. “ do you know how easy that shit was a couple of tears and voice mails, a few calls and i had your ass in a coffee shop.”

“ you know what, get out”

“ what?”

“ i said, get the fuck out of my house, gojo. “

He scoffs. “ you’re kicking me out of the house i pay for?”

“ the house we pay for. and yes, i’m kicking you out.”

the tension thick and slience fills the room. both of you staring at the other waiting for someone to speak up first. “ i’m done, gojo.”

“ you’re breaking up with me too, shit yn where’s this confidence coming from.” he mutters. you walk into the closet “ yes, so get your shit.” yanking out gojo’s black suitcase and shoving his clothes inside. “ and get out.”

with each second that passes your vision blurs. you can feel him behind you watching, waiting and judging.

with no hesitation he speaks “ you can’t be the only one who gets to decide when our relationship is over. “

“ yes i can gojo your draining me, ever since i walked back into this relationship i feel like im on my toes when you leave this house.” you turn to meet his face.

“ and you don’t give a fuck about me…. so i’m done.. i’m done with trying to teach you how to love me correctly. “

scoffing he leans off the closet wall and approaches you “ i’ll be back tomorrow.” he picks up his bags leaving you alone. when you finally hear the front door close, it feels like your heart caves in. everything starts to register. his words left what seems like a tattoo in your brain. “ fuck yn you think that shit was hard to do? a couple of years and a few calls and i had your ass in a coffee shop.”

you knew it, he always knew how much you loved him and how much you were willing to sacrifice and he played on that. Now you can’t help but wonder if he ever truly loved you. Did he ever care about you? Or were you just his safety net that he could fall back on until he found the person he was looking for.

But for all the uncertainty gojo gave you, you did know one thing, you were done with him.

[erinravenseeker]

there's this really fun dialogue that paranatural has with itself about parental/adult responsibility and to what extent we should shield children from the harsher realities of the world. or, as Zack puts it, Everybody's Beef With Their Weird Dad.

This is a sort of half-baked analysis that should really just be taken as my own personal observations and opinions. Also Big Spoilers.

From the get-go we can see that Grandpa Guerra's approach to training Isabel has strained their relationship immensely, because he focuses so much on making her strong enough to survive what's coming but refuses to actually tell her the risks involved. Whatever it is, is dangerous enough to convert every Consortium spy that comes into town to his side, and yes maybe he's right to think she's too young for whatever is that serious, but it also means she's also walking into this blindly.

Gwen Burger's sentiment in the dream sounds great. "Yes, let us adults clean up our mess," is exactly the sort of thing we want from our elders, that they don't destroy their homes and leave us with the wreckage. But there's another side to the coin here. She and the rest of the adults insist on shielding the kids from the truth, but withholding information means there's no backup plan if they DO fail, just that everyone's back at square one. She avoids taking responsibility for her mistakes by insisting that it's fine, she still has time to fix them, so you don't have to worry about it. We can't fix the mistakes of our elders, or avoid them in the first place, if we don't know what those mistakes are.

In this way she's also denying the autonomy of the kids. Spender & Zarei are already involved with whatever happened, so this is a burden they will have to carry later. Isn't it better to make sure they understand and are better prepared now? (Cody's section of the story has some similar or parallel ideas about autonomy and overprotectiveness but I'm not going to go into it too much, mostly because I haven't really collected my thoughts on it.) To Gwen's credit, she does realise this upon Mina's insistence moments later, which leads BL to tell them the bare minimum of what a wight actually is:

Which brings us to the main gang. Spender insists to himself that he is going to do his best to protect them, and train them to protect themselves, and he'll go off and do what needs to be done without them when the time it right, but let's face it. They're all at risk by simply associating with him. So he also tries his best to make them into a team that can protect themselves, while keeping things lighthearted and never letting them get too close to the darkness. Over the past few chapters the tone isn't really any less irreverent, but the stakes have massively shifted from overdramatic-teenage-middle-school-bullshit to oh-god-this-is-actually-serious. And part of why everything is still pretty upbeat is that none of the kids really have the full picture of all the dark corners, nor should they have to be exposed to that. But it also means that they're under-equipped for danger they're already stuck in the middle of.

And especially Dimitri. Dimitri is fantastic because he is the PERFECT encapsulation of all of these themes.

In his home life, his parents don't openly talk about their struggles, so he doesn't get to share in any of the responsibility. Instead he privately takes on all the guilt, because nobody bothers to properly absolve him of it. He takes on this same philosophy of "sacrifice [was] best honored when its cost remained concealed", sacrificing himself almost entirely for other people without complaint, which then later creates the same problem for Isaac that Dimitri's parents did for him.

In the world of the supernatural, to everyone (including himself) he can almost be viewed as the most separate from everything going on. He left the Activity Club, he doesn't actively fight ghosts or anything, his family is about to move out of town. He is entirely burdenless in this fateful struggle.

And yet he's actually the closest to the centre of everything, the fulcrum on which the spirit world of MBayview turns. Dimitri has been host to Peekaboo practically since he was born, and that whole time he has had to suppress his own emotions and play to what others want in order to appease what is essentially a toddler with the power of a god, just to keep it from thoughtlessly hurting him.

This is already his burden, the Activity Club's burden. Preserving childlike innocence is a noble pursuit and deserve not to feel burdened by the struggles of their seniors. But if these burdens are going to be thrust upon them nonetheless, is it then cruel or kind, to put them through pain now in order to make sure they have a steady footing in the days to come?

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Since you've already talked about ships, what are your thoughts on the whole top/bottom debates here? Tbh I’m over this bottom tom/top harry trend these weeks. It doesn’t make sense for their dynamic and feels like pp are doing it just to be edgy or different. Flipping roles doesn’t make it unique, it just feels like flat ooc discourse. I don't think Tom’s pride and emotional repression fit a submissive role.

Holy shit, this is like a blast from the past since I haven't engaged with top/bottom discourse since 2014 (I had a different blog then) and I hoped I was past these days.

See, fictional characters, when it comes to this sort of stuff, are very flexible. You can write yourself into almost anything and make it realistic. Even if a character is a certain way, circumstances and conditions in a specific story will force the character to change to accommodate. It's how fictional characters work. Yes, they have their set traits, but they can still be pushed to do quite a bit. Especially when it comes to smut.

So personally, I don't have a fixed top/bottom designation for any of my ships. All of them switch depending on the situation, preferences, and the specific story being told with them. Becouse, contrary to what you think, the bottom position isn't always submissive and the top one isn't always dominant, and whatever sex position you prefer doesn't necessarily indicate anything regarding how submissive/dominant you are. These are not the same thing.

But if we talk about Tomarry/Harrymort specifically (I haven't really interacted with this pairing in some time, and I wrote my thoughts about them in general here), I only like them when they switch. "Mark him as his equal" and all that. My preferred Tomarry dynamic (back when I read it) was a constant push and pull, neither of them was ever the person in power/dominance in the relationship because they're equals — that's the point.

Harry isn't a submissive character either. Harry would never submit to Tom. Saying he is more likely to be submissive than Tom is OOC and a misunderstanding of his character. Harry doesn't bow down to others, so even when he is written as a bottom, he wouldn't be submissive about it.

Similarly, Tom can be written as a bottom without submitting control over to Harry. It can be done, and can be done interestingly (which is the most important thing when it comes to fanfiction and storytelling as a whole).

Tom is also weird and contradictory as a character. He's a control freak, so whatever position he's in, he'd have demands on how exactly things should go (he can do so both as a top or a bottom). But he's also so thirsty for validation and praise. I'm an advocate of Voldemrot having a praise kink, like, when I was writing my giant Voldemort psychoanalysis essays series from about a year ago the way I summarized it to my irl friends was "Voldemort has a praise kink" since his desire for praise is at the core of a lot of his important decisions.

Tom isn't some super dom who could never be vulnerable and doesn't have insecurities about anything — the guy literally tore his soul apart, what can be more self-hating than that!

Writing him as incapable of vulnerability and trust (eventually) feels like a boring and hollow character that is more cardboard than a person. Like, I have no interest in this sort of Voldemort because there is no spice to a character like that. No meat to chew on. And Voldemort in the books doesn't appear that way at all. He likes silly puns, and he forces others into his proximity when it seems he is vulnerable to make them uncomfortable; he doesn't like being vulnerable, but he's aware he has these vulnerabilities (imperfections he despises about himself). He talks at length about his muggle father because he's a sentimental loser who likes to monolog. He, somehow, still loves his mom. He wants to have a real human connection so badly that he completely missed what friendship means. He is a lonely nerd. He is impulsive and emotional. He likes to gossip about other people's relationships (yes, he does this in the books). He is a complex character you can have fun with, why limit yourself?

I used to like Tomarrymort becouse of the changes Tom's character would have to go through to be in a relationship with Harry. I read it because I love the idea of a character who got so used to hate and distrust, learning to be vulnerable. That was a huge part of what I found fun in these stories.

And Harry learned just as much from Tom in turn. He learned to like himself more, be confident in his abilities and cabalities. Learned that he has strengths beyond just Quidditch.

The fun is in this arc for both of them. Where they both become better (or, sometimes worse, depending on the story, but I usually preferred the ones where they got better) through their very explosive dynamic. They are foils and narrative mirrors, and pushing them together forces growth. And sex scenes in Tommarymort stories are an opportunity to explore that vulnerability, for both Tom and Harry. That's part of the appeal (at least for me).

For that kind of explosive dynamic that is inherently vulnerable for both of them, in my preferred Tomarrymort dynamic, they switch. (But so do all my ships. I'm against fixed top/bottom dynamics since the answer is it would be what serves the story/scene/themes/character arcs best)

[chainnoli]

I feel like I need to make this clear about my own personal headcanons within the “Batfam” because apparently lately everyone is obsessed with the term to the point they believe they’re all actually fucking related and I ship Jaytim even though I don’t write about them often anymore and I do nawt want people assuming shit about me LMFAO

Ages in “main” continuity

Bruce: 40’s

Alfred: 60’s

Dick: 24

Jason: 22

Tim: 18

Damian: 13

Familial Relations

Damian is Bruce’s blood son, Damian thinks of Dick, Jason, and Tim as his brothers.

Jason only thinks of Damian as his brother, maybe Dick but its history. Doesn’t consider Bruce his father, completely moved on from that part of his life. It’s unrealistic to me to write or imagine him playing happy big family with people he viewed as part of his dead life. Damian was there when he was reborn and he practically raised the squirt (in my hc).

Tim doesn’t think of Bruce as his dad but views him as a paternal figure since he was taken in. Thinks of Damian and Dick as his brothers, Jason was his idol and someone he looked up to. They barely interacted and it’s annoying when people act like he and Jason have the same dynamic like Jason and Dick did.

Dick considers Bruce his dad, Damian and Jason and Tim his brothers.

Sexualities/Gender HC

Bruce: Bisexual Man with a preference for women. Cis: He/Him

Dick: Unlabeled but has rizz with everyone. Doesn’t really give af about the gender thing so if you called him a woman he would just roll with it but personally just goes by He/Him or “any” if asked for a preference

Jason: Pansexual on the Aro spectrum. Probably due to a lot of his traumas, so outside of that probably also just panromantic. He’s a cis man but has definitely thought about identity stuff after the Lazarus pit. Goes by He/Him or They/Them. It/Its if he’s feeling funky.

Tim: Bisexual with a preference for men. Enby icon. Goes by He/They pronouns but sometimes just forgoes them altogether if possible. (Just use Tim in place of pronouns for entertainment).

Damian: In some aus he’s cis in a lot he’s transmasc (honestly if I don’t specify just assume Trans! Dami). Goes by He/Him. Aroace spectrum, really only falls for Jon (sometimes Billy or Colin). Unlike Jason, his isn’t due to traumas or emotional blocks. Maybe he’s born with it, maybe it’s maybelline.

Alfred: deffo has done drag at some point. Could see him with an ex bf on the battlefield before losing him tragically.

Shipping Wise

Literally none of the Batfam with each other with the explanations above because I do believe the others do have a familial relationship aside from JayTim- and even then I ship KonTim as well and BerTim or whatever the ship name is lol

Damian: Jon, Billy, and Colin (boy is not fucking straight LMFAO)

Bruce: Talia and Selina, they’re both goated ships I cannot pick which one is better (Joker only in the Lego universe and also the one joker from telltale’s Batman)

Dick: literally only Kori, I’m fixed shipped for life 🫶

Jason: Tim, Kori (sometimes the dynamic be dynamicing), Artemis- but also I like him single a lot of the time because I feel like he would avoid relationships and human connection bc he has issues

Tim: Connor, Bernard, and Jason (get Stephanie outta there let my girl live outside of their toxic ass mess 😭)

And that’s all, obviously no one has to share my headcanons and if you want to headcanon Jason and Tim being brothers because it’s just more fun for you then go right on ahead I ain’t discouraging anyone from that! Just wanted to write this so people understood I wasn’t shipping from a certain point of view and so they can be prepared if I do include jaytim in anything (which I may not considering how the fandom is nowadays).

Also I didn’t do the girlies or Duke Thomas because I only included the “inner circle” Batman and Robins Batfam to explain since the others don’t have the weird drama and stigma these ones do.

[herearedragons]

I keep referencing Deadfire Selene being extremely unwell on this blog so I should probably spell at least some things out about her tbh.

TL;DR Deadfire is the Selene Torment Nexus and this is a list of reasons why

point #1: going all in on the "the Watcher is technically dead" thing

my favorite take on this for her is actually in the two-Watcher au with @curiouslavellan's Helaine, where her and Selene are soul twins (fractured from the Inquisitor's soul), and at the beginning of Deadfire Helaine is the only one in Caed Nua. Selene is in Dyrford. she senses Helaine's soul being torn away and basically burns off a lot of her own soul essence trying to keep the fragment of Helaine that hasn't gone into Eothas from fading away. which, she succeeds, but also there's a hole in her own soul now that, unlike Helaine's, can't be repaired with a missing puzzle piece that Eothas stole. Berath fixes her with a chime that kind of fills that void, but basically it's unclear whether Selene can even exist without the chime at this point

in her solo verse I can't really do that, obviously, so instead I'm just focusing on how Selene doesn't really know if Berath is going to let her keep living once she gets the rest of her soul back or go "well you DID die, so thanks for the help, on the Wheel you go" and also like. in general, feeling like a shell of her former self because most of her soul is gone. she struggles to see herself as the same person Edér and the others are used to, and to believe that she's still capable

basically in either version this ends up with her knowing that she's a lesser version of what she used to be, and that she might be living on borrowed time. which she proceeds to talk to absolutely no one about until compelled by The Circumstances (the Neketaka Ghost Explosion Incident) to do so. in her mind, she doesn't want anyone to know how vulnerable she is because that's a Her Problem and morale is already low enough as it is

point #2: the telepathy

she loses her telepathy and most of her cipher powers with the chunk of her soul. she also loses the collected memories that have plagued her for the entirety of her adult life. cool, right?

in reality, losing access to other people's minds after relying on it for decades just leaves her feeling lonely and isolated and also struggling to believe at times that the people are actually there because she can't sense them. her ranger companion (the last creature she does have a psychic bond with, still) helps, though. everyone say thank you to Whiskers the therapy lion

point #3: Caed Nua

her house is gone and all the people that were there are dead and she's grieving it way more than the dialogue in Deadfire allows you to

point #4: Edér

so the dynamic is already weird at the beginning of Deadfire because the cumulative weight of everything I've discussed so far is causing Selene to withdraw into herself and relapse into her worst habits of "I'm just going to keep all of my suffering right here, and then I'll die". which. he can see she's not okay, but also she's not really letting him in, and he doesn't really know what he can do except give her space and hope that she gets better. which is a kind of helplessness he knows all too well

Xoti, who obviously can't possibly know their history or what's happening between them and is too busy crushing on Edér and praising Eothas to notice she's deaing psychic damage to both of them, does NOT help. especially because Edér is very obviously uncomfortable with her, while Selene ends up feeling weirdly sympathetic because she's been in a cult, she's been in Xoti's place, and she wants to believe that maybe she can snap Xoti out of it (she can't). so she wants to keep her around.

then there's the thing with Bearn, and like. him already being with a relationship with Selene (and also my general thoughts on him and Elafa) means that in this version Edér reacts to everything a little differently, but he's still both freaked out and excited at the prospect of potentially having a son, which does Selene in. because. he's never getting that with her. she's a godlike. she's a Watcher. she might be dead in a few weeks, and if not in a few weeks, then in a few months or years the gods will surely devise a new way to make her suffer, and Edér will get dragged along again, and he already has way less time on Eora than she does because he's folk, and is she just keeping him from the life he really wants to have?

the rest of it isn't really about Selene being unwell but just know it's a whole mess and they even break up about it at one point. they get back together later but it happens

point #5: Ondra

sailing.

I wrote a couple of posts about Selene and Tekēhu but basically his presence doesn't improve Selene's mental state either

point #6: welcome to being the Deadfire's errand girl

in my mind Selene has a closer relationship with Lady Webb than POE1 shows, studying under her during Act 2 as she investigates the Leaden Key's activities, and basically becomes an honorary member of Dunryd Row. after Thaos' death Selene puts her influence and wealth as the Roadwarden to use helping Dunryd Row to recover from the Hadret House massacre, and basically ends up being in charge of a lot of it as a "consultant". point being, she spends a lot of time in Defiance Bay during the timeskip, and becomes way more familiar with politics and espionage, and the powers that be notice

with the above in mind, honestly even if she wasn't a Watcher, upon arriving to the Deadfire every faction would try to get her to do stuff for them immediately purely as a political move

and yeah she's more shrewd than she used to be, she knows they're playing the game, but also this just makes her more aware of the humiliation of going from having the Dyrwood's most powerful spy network at her fingertips to agreeing to do a pirate's dirty work and take his weird cipher with you because his ship's guns are trained on you and your own cipher powers have barely started to recover and you did piss off a few pirates in Neketaka so if you refuse now, you'll pretty sure this guy might get them to declare war on you just to prove a point. she's out of her depth. she's still trying

[m33t-m1k0t0]

what is sawakita kouki’s comparability with maeko naegi

WHY IS THERE A REOCCURRING PATTERN OF PEOPLE ASKING FOR SOULMATES AND COMPATIBILITY RATINGS ANONYMOUSLY, ON T U M B L R 😭🙏🏼

pLEASE ask me in person, i’d rather not discuss something as private as compatibility on tumblr (and bring ramune… i’m thirsty 😛)

[vaguely-concerned]

sophia seeing cailan's body hanging there when they go back to ostagar, and suddenly all she can see even through the rot and the ruin is just how much he looked like alistair...... :'(

a mental image that totally will not haunt her through alistair's many years on the throne as rebellions and assassination attemps come and go. doesn't send her unhinged and unwise even a little

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

i know too fucking much about qsmp badboyhalo.

[kumquatran]

sorry but the dudebros claiming dick (or any robin) shouldn't be in the batman 2 are so annoying. and loudly wrong. "he's too dark, he's not ready to take in a kid" YES!! bruce was NOT ready to take care of dick. he did NOT know what he was doing. he was unprepared and was trying his best and learned from dick how to raise his future kids and it's such a focal point of their relationship. that bruce learned from dick to be lighter and how to raise a kid.

[moonshynecybin]

In the Marcmarc baby wish AU I think Marc will also be fixed. Because he would see how much Bezz would love the baby and respect him, and go... I kinda fell in love he the only curly italian man ever actually 💗

i love you. but who are you talking to right now

[quietwingsinthesky]

like we are all aware that twissy is not the “healthy” version of thoschei, right? that the doctor keeping missy in a cage and withholding her freedom and any future friendship with him until she becomes acceptable to him, even if “for her own good”, is still. bad. i keep joking about how he put his evil wife in a box, but like. he put his evil wife in a box. just because the toxic behavior here is gentler doesn’t make it better.

[marieaqua]

Listening to Nico describe Will after hearing him also say he’d like to kiss Darth Vader makes me feel like Anakin in the prequels greatly influenced that decision. It’s like I’m watching this boy discover his type in real time

[ilovemylawyer]

i love the EVIL part of EVILIVE btw. i find fucked up, unnameable unobtainable obsessive life-ending love extremely romantic and delicious. it’s the way things are in the evilive world! things are messy! and bad! and i love it! i (at least currently!!!) do not plan on writing anything pure fluff happiness because that is not something that i wish to extract from this show.. it isn’t there! i have no interest in erasing these harsh realities of evilive in my fics. happy lalala is not fun for me to write, and i won’t do it without a heavy underlying feeling of uneasiness and uncertainty and dread and despair and inevitable death. i like pain :/ and half of this couple is one of the most greedy selfish motherfuckers i have ever come to know and he’s oh so beautiful. so i am sorry if you finished evilive and wanted some kind of fix-it happy gays but i am NOTTTTTTTT the guy for that.

[hsslilly-blog]

i'm putting this under the cut simply so i don’t jumpscare myself when looking through my blog. i'm talking about claire and sex.

the first time claire and hunt have sex she cries for half an hour afterwards because 1. for the first time sex feels truly consensual + something enjoyable and she doesn’t feel like an object. and 2. it’s with him that she feels like this + it is still rather shameful to her that she feels attracted to him. conflicting experience.

sex is important to claire’s character and i’ve never really talked about it in length because um well i don’t want to be crass, and i don’t want to remove weight from it.

when i refer to claire’s relationships i am mostly referring to sexual relationships because that’s what they were. and that’s why she feels she lacks worth. well, this complex exists since childhood but these relationships feed into it. claire is used and exploited, and she has been her entire life. in multiple meanings of the word. this is very connected to her theme of agency (it’s all one big thing). and sex is self destructive behaviour to her. hence all these situations she finds herself in. it’s a cycle.

which leads to: i don’t think claire knows how to deal when attraction and sex and desire are in positive contexts (please do notice that as soon as she realises she's attracted to hunt in on the hunt she blurts out about being abused by her therapist). and especially when it’s something that has proven to be destructive many times turns out to be positive. at least, she feels like it’s positive this time. what should she feel? in short claire’s relationship to sex (and sexuality in general) is… multifaceted. complex. i’ve mentioned it before and i’m not going to elaborate it further here, but both claire and hunt feel shame and guilt for their relationship, for different reasons. but i think it’s important for them, individually. there’s just like. this subject neither of them wants to touch upon because it’s shameful. and at the same time it’s attractive to them.

i had originally written a lot more here about it but i don’t think it’s good enough. lmao. and i don’t want to post something written without the merit it deserves. but i do think it’s good characterisation that claire can only talk about whatever goes on with her after sex. it's punishment and it's also catharsis. it's just really blurry to her. as it often is. would like to talk more about this i just like to be deliberate about it.

[teethpaste]

It’s so weird how the body will try and protect you like. I am incapable of feeling grief right now. I know it will hit me like a fucking Mac truck in about a month

When I was here in Ireland in July thinking my grandma had days to live, because the doctors told us so, and urged everyone stateside to drop what they were doing and come to Ireland for goodbyes, I was torn up. I was the first one here because I was already in Dublin on business and luckily my job just let me work from Ireland for about 2 months. So that happened. But then she got palliative chemo, and somehow here she is, 5 months later, against the odds in stage 4 lung cancer. I can tell she is so tired. I feel like she was holding on for this holiday and that as soon as I leave Ireland come December 29, it’s going to happen quickly. Which I hate to even write into existence, but sometimes, you just feel it.

And I hope it doesn’t. But I also don’t want her to be in pain. Chemo ravages the body. Her last treatment was over a month ago but the cancer has spread through her whole body and it is wearing her down. She went from still bartending at 77 and going out with her friends weekly + walking the 2 mile trek into town everyday, to finding out she a tumor overtaking her right lung (completely collapsed at this point) from years of smoking. I was sitting with her at the table the other night before I went to the pub, painting her nails, and she asked “can we talk about something morbid”

Things hardly feel morbid these days. So I tell her yes, of course. I feel like I have this desensitized view around death now. Or I’m numb to it. Like my body remembers watching my dad die and is like HEY ITS FINE, don’t be sad in the moment. Because you can’t be. You have things to do. Then you can cave in on yourself.

Anyways, when I told her sure we can, she then got embarasssd and I had to beg a little for her to tell me . She then says “right. Because I know you’ll have the energy to handle”. She just tells me how she wants to be presented for her wake. No makeup, but make sure her eyebrows are done. Hair with a bandana. Jean shirt. Nails painted. Cowboy boots on that she never got to wear in Vegas this year. She starts telling me about where jewelry is and what she wants in a service. I listen and file it away.

I still think I’m stuck on “because you’ll have the energy to handle”. I think about when my dad died, my mom and sister were inconsolable. About how it happened so quickly and we as humans make it very complicated. Do you know how hard it is to transfer a body across state lines? The hospital doesn’t tell you what to do. I had to google so many funeral homes that morning. I think about those people too. The sanitized nature of conversations. The first place I called didnt say any niceties. They immediately went to prices so I hung up. Second place was more of the same and the third place asked me how I was doing and if I wanted to share anything about him. So I went with them. My dad didn’t leave a will so I had to pull the trigger on weather to cremate or bury. I went with the former and was sick for months thinking I made the wrong choice but one day a few months ago my mom found a random letter he wrote, tossed behind his living room chair, where he noted cremation was a better option bc of the $ and finally that guilt left me.

Did you know that when you list you’re an organ donor on your license, they have to call the family? And when they call, there is light elevator music playing in the background, and mere hours after your person dies, a woman with a nasally voice will calmly ask, “May we take his skin and eyes?” I felt like I was in a cronenberg movie. I remember being so shocked at the matter of factness of the question. Being disturbed but thankful neither my mom or sister were doing this part. I remember saying “why would you want that, do you know how he died? How are those parts even usable” and she paused . And “hmm���d” and as she began to speak I said “no we won’t be donating”.

Anyways. I’m trying to be present while I’m here in Ireland for the holidays. I want to cry but I can’t. This is the last time Christmas will feel like Christmas. I’ve never much liked the holiday. But after my dad died I’ve hated thanksgiving and Christmas even more. Being with my grandma here in Ireland makes it feel like that “magic” is still there a little. But I know it will be completely gone by this time next year and I hate that.

I also worry bout my mom and how she’s taking it. She lost her dad in 2023, her husband in 2024 and now her mom’s dying. That’s how it goes I guess. I stayed in tonight but she went out to the pubs with her friends and came home absolutely trashed. She made it up the stairs before I heard her start violently vomiting. It’s always strange when you switch places with your folks. I took off her clothes and got her changed into Pjs. Brought her water and crackers. She laid with her head in my lap as I stared at the wall. Being around this kind of stuff always makes me wonder if I’ll regret not having kids. Like the fact that when I’m her age, and my grandmas age, I’ll effectively be alone. Like yes there are friends etc but I won’t have children or grand children. Just makes me feel weird.

Anyways now it’s 6 in the morning and I’m going on a run in the 22 degree morning air. Bye bye.