#all the bullshit she put up with from him for 10 years and she's late to a crime scene ONCE and look at him ffajdslk

[watcherintheweyr]

'Rhaenyra is a bad mom bc she knowingly gave birth to bastards and she knew how much danger they'd be in!!!!'

1. She had no way of knowing those babies wouldn't pop out looking exactly like her, beforehand. And unfortunately she couldn't stop at Jace. The throne needed an heir. Driftmark needed an heir. And a spare was needed as well, given the sheer rate of Targaryen children dying untimely deaths.

2. She had to provide heirs to the throne, and to Driftmark. If she hadn't, society wouldn't have blamed Laenor, they would have blamed her- which makes her position even more unstable, bc then she 'can't fulfill a woman's duty' so why would men think her 'able' to fill a 'man's role' by ruling the kingdom? And she and Laenor tried. He was either unable (meaning infertile or impotent, or unable to get it up), or unwilling. (And they did try. We dont know what they tried but Rhaenyra is shown to be clever in the show so honestly i have no doubt she attempted what Margaery suggested with Renly.) Laenor was in on the entire thing. He was aware of every part of this. He wasn't duped, he wasn't cuckholded- it was a plan greenlit by him, bc this way he and Rhaenyra would both have their heirs and a family. This cannot in any way shape or form be compared to Cersei cuckholding Robert (fuck Robert Baratheon tho), seeing as Robert was **not** at all aware that his children weren't his, and wouldn't have been OK with that.

Either way- she chose not to maritally r*pe her husband and put him through more trauma after it was clear their attempts weren't working. Yall are always so upset for Alicent (rightfully so, bc show!alicent was maritally raped, even if it wasn't considered as such in that time), but you... WANT Rhaenyra to do that to Laenor? Hello???

[And no. Rhaenyra did NOT rape or coerce Criston Cole. The actors, writers, and directors have all stated their sex was consensual and 'an act of love.' It was Rhaenyra going to someone she felt close to and trusted after feeling abandoned and unwanted and betrayed. In that scene you literally watch, as after Cole tells Rhaenyra to stop undressing herself, she moves aside so she isn't blocking his way to the door. The director states that the moment they show Cole folding and setting down his cloak was him choosing his desire over his oaths. And Criston Cole has known Rhaenyra since she was 14. He knew damn well the sort of person she was- and she was not the person who would have harmed him for saying no. She was an intoxicated and emotionally vulnerable 19 year old- Criston was in his late 20s to early 30s. And it's explicitly stated in ep.9 that the ONLY person a Kingsguard cannot refuse is the king. In ep.7 Criston disobeys a direct order from Alicent when she wants him to mutilate Lucerys. Criston Cole was not assaulted. Stop trying to assign Aegon's sins to Rhaenyra so that you can feel better for supporting him.]

3. In the books, the rumors of their bastardry at large halted when all of Rhaenyra's boys' cradle eggs hatched. The ONLY people who continued to try and raise issue were the core green faction. But the realm at large *did not give a fuck* why? Because every actually relevant party claimed those boys. Repeatedly and without flinching. Laenor claimed and loved those boys even face to face with Alicent's bullshit. Corlys claimed and love those boys- he was proud of them, and it's been stated by the actor in the show that Luke was his favorite- that given the... events of ep.10, Corlys will be out for blood. And Viserys repeatedly insisted upon their legitimacy- because Laenor and Corlys claimed them, because he knew that by forcing Rhaenyra to marry Laenor in order to repair the damage his insults caused House Velaryon, that he had backed her into a corner.

Rhaenyras boys are remembered to history as Velaryon. Even **Green supporters** noted that they were good, capable, intelligent, and **worthy** princes. That their deaths were unfortunate *for the realm.*

Legally, those boys are legitimate. They cannot be proven illegitimate without Laenor renouncing them, and he never did. Furthermore, trying to declare children illegitimate due to their appearance is a stupid, dangerous precedent. The fact that it's people who have no ties to House Velaryon pushing these rumors and pushing for disinheritance makes it even worse, because they're meddling in the succession of a House that *is not theirs.* if that became a standard, imagine the feuds and conflicts that would erupt- lords pushing for the children of rivals to be declared illegitimate all for the sake of trying to grasp and steal land, power, and influence as a norm? The realm would tear itself apart. Not to mention the sheer danger that would place women in, in Westeros.

Furthermore, even whilst usurping her, even while calling her children bastards, the Greens also imply Laenor's homosexuality was inherited by the Velaryon princes- that they would use Rhaenyra's 'promiscuity' and Laenor's 'predilections' to turn the Red Keep into a brothel- ironic, considering that's more what Aegon would've done. So even while claiming that Rhaenyras children are bastards that shouldn't inherit, they try to state that what the boys inherit or learn from Laenor makes them unfit for the throne. They can't keep their own damn story straight- because their usurpation was never about what is moral, what is right, or the greater good. It was about greed. Power. Sexism.

It doesn't matter what those boys looked like, especially seeing as Rhaenys had dark hair in the books. What matters is that Corlys and Laenor and Viserys claimed them and declared them legitimate, and that they **never** deviated from that.

As for Vaemond, he was a second son. And he waited until Corlys and Viserys were dying and too ill to stop him to make a grasp for power. Youre not supposed to look at that and feel hes in the right. Youre supposed to look at that and see a man consumed by greed, and literally trying to bury Corlys' will and intentions before the man is even in a grave. He was NEVER Corlys' heir- he just wanted power. It wasn't about his House, or their legacy, it was about him.

(And before yall start shit about Rhaenyras boys stealing Laena's girls' inheritance... Rhaena and Baela are *TARGARYEN*. Not Velaryon. Their claim was to the throne or to any holdings in Daemon's name. NOT to Driftmark.)

Rhaenyras boys being betrothed to Rhaena and Baela tied up any issue of 'Velaryon blood.' Baela would have been queen consort of the seven kingdoms at Jace's side, and they very clearly adored one another in book and show. Rhaena would have been Lady of the Tides- which she never would have had a chance for, without Rhaenyra (and Laena) making those betrothals. She and Luke were also canonically very close- and in show she's very encouraging of him whenever he looks nervous or uncertain. They had a bond.

Rhaenyra stole nothing. She gave those girls more. And she loved them- they were the only daughters she got to have, seeing as the Greens treachery caused the early death of baby Visenya. If she hadn't loved them, she wouldn't have trusted Rhaena to look after Joffrey or give her Morning's egg from Syrax. She wouldn't have immediately invited both girls to the table when she was queen, which is something her father did not do for her until much, much later. He allowed Rhaenyra's voice to be silenced too often when she was first made heir. Rhaenyra did not repeat that hurt to her girls or her boys.

Anyways, moving on.

You lot do also remember that Rhaenyra herself has Velaryon blood, right? Jaehaerys I's mother was Alyssa Velaryon. Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya the Conquerors' mother was Valaena Velaryon. It's not immediate, but there *is* Velaryon blood through *all* of Rhaenyras boys.

Ultimately, Rhaenyras boys were only in danger because of the core Green faction usurping the throne. If they hadnt- no succession crisis or rebellion could have truly threatened Rhaenyras boys- because none of them would have had dragons. All of Rhaenyras children loved one another- her sons by Daemon would not have turned on her sons with Laenor (and Harwin). They were a true, loving family- possibly one of the healthiest and most close knit one House Targaryen ever boasted.

And another thing... 'her having babies with Harwin was stupid, she should have picked someone Valyrian!'

Here's the thing. Rhaenyra had to be careful as hell choosing who would father her and Laenor's heirs. She had to choose someone who was physically close, and who could be trusted. Someone who wouldn't try to publicly claim those boys in boast or jealousy. Someone who would keep their mouth shut and had no ambition of their own in regards to the throne. Do you really think Vaemond Velaryon (as I see him suggested a lot) would've kept his mouth shut? That he wouldn't have tried to use this to blackmail Rhaenyra and Laenor for more power and status? Do you think Rhaenys would have ever fought for or supported Rhaenyra if Rhaenyra had tried to have Corlys sire her children? And flying to see Daemon in Pentos and having a purely Valyrian child 9 months later would have made things look even more suspect.

Furthermore... she chose someone who cared for her deeply. Who clearly had a positive relationship with Laenor. She chose someone so she wouldn't have to traumatize herself- she took power over her body in a way almost no Westerosi woman has ever been able to. They were a family unit- Rhaenyra, Laenor, and Harwin. Those children were loved and cherished by two fathers and their mother. They were raised never doubting their mothers love, nor their father's- either father. They were raised and educated to be true, good princes of the realm.

Rhaenyra fought like hell for her children. She was an incredible mother. Yall just believe everything the Green faction says without looking at it critically, and that's unfortunate as hell.

[warblogs17282]

Another argument I don't understand from the helluva boss 'critical' crowd is the 'they're uwufying/coddling Stolas' argument.

I've most likely covered this in the 'both sides fucked up' post I've made before but I want to challenge the claim more head on this time.

Like Stolas is a character with multiple flaws that he needs to work on and has been brought to the forefront quite a bit, a few examples of these are the alcoholism (rehab has been stated to exist in hell twice now, so that's most likely gonna become a plot point at some point in the show), the subconscious racism/classism (the harvest moon festival is a major example of that), we know Blitz is in the right when he calls Stolas out for it in apology tour in the first few minutes of the episode because that's literally the point, how is Stolas supposed to just magically undo 25 years of the learned racism/classism starting from as early as we know, 10 years old, that shit takes time, Stolas is not at that point where he's self aware enough to realise how much he hurt Blitz with those behaviours, with the self aware part being stated in the description of the apology tour video. They explicitly brought attention to Stolas' flaws regarding the racism/classism thing so it'd be shit writing for Vivzie to not bring it attention again in the near future, they've established it as a flaw Stolas has so he's gonna have to learn to undo that during the show.

Also, in the trailer there's a line that very much tells us that Stolas is gonna have to face and learn from his problems face on. 'You never loved mother, and you don't love me, you love him.' The wording on it makes it very clear it's being spoken to Stolas, and as much as Stolas tries to give Octavia a normal life as Stolas loves Octavia so much, it just gave Octavia all the reason to believe that Stolas never loved Stella and her, because all Octavia knows up at this point is that Stolas cheated on Stella with a to her, random imp, which in her viewpoint, would confirm that the love was never there for Stella and her, leading to her villainising Stolas because of it. Octavia knows none of the abuse Stella inflicted upon Stolas. Plus, as much as Stolas tries to be an active part of Octavia's life as a father, he still fails at it. The main proof of this being in seeing stars, the phone call where Stolas was getting really intense arguing with Stella, pushing Octavia to the sideline as a result. 'Why does he hate her more than he loves me.' This scene just shows truly how Octavia feels about Stolas right now, and it plays in perfectly to the line in the trailer, so while that scene does show Octavia that Stolas does care about him, she still doesn't really sense much of the love Stolas has for Octavia, with most of it in Octavia's prespective getting replaced by Stolas being forgetful about her needs and such, instead getting caught up in his own problems too much to tend to Octavia's needs, which deeply hurts Octavia inside. Just like Loona said, Stolas just messes up, Octavia can't really see that a whole lot yet however. 'You know I haven't taught you spells like this yet.' This line just really shows that Stolas keeps getting caught up in his own things that again, Octavia's needs get put on the sideline or just forgotten about until it's too late, which hurts her deeply. It shows that the things that Octavia should've been taught at that point hasn't been taught to her yet for that reason, the arrangement with Blitz and the messy divorce to be specific.

These two reasons are proof that the argument that they're gonna keep coddling Stolas and that he's not gonna learn from his character flaws and just stay the same way he is currently, is entirely bullshit.

I wrote much more about that than I expected, man I take helluva boss much more seriously than I thought, guess it just resonates with me.

For anyone seeing this now, Vivzie just basically confirmed that Stolas' flaws will be addressed

'Everything we are noticing about the plot that hasn’t been addressed, will be. Just BE PATIENT'

[needyfreek2]

Prom Blows (Repost)

It was past 10 when Luna pulled up in front of the school she’d already graduated from. If it wasn’t for her absolute wreck of a senior sister, one would think of her as some sort of creepy college girl coming to the high school to pick up underage boys.

Roxy had called her, over an hour ago, begging her to take her home. After her date ghosted, her friends ditched, and she spilled spiked punch all over herself, Roxy had sobbed to Luna over the phone. So like the “Good Sister” she was, Luna came to her rescue.

“I’ve been waiting outside for a fucking hour where have you been?” Roxy hid her tears behind a veil of aggression.

“Sorry, sorry. I was busy.”

“With what? You don’t have a life.” Roxy retorted. She wasn’t fully wrong. Ever since Luna went off to college, she hadn’t done much aside from going to class in the morning, doing homework when she got back, and sleeping. Even on weekends, Luna was more likely to go study at the library rather than do anything fun. It was the first time in years that Roxy was well and truly alone at home. Their mom was usually working late at the hospital, and their dad didn’t even bother to write letters anymore. Roxy had a couple of friends, and the pretty privilege to get asked out every so often, but it never felt as fulfilling as her relationship with Luna. At least, that’s how it was. 

Luna had started college this year. Too poor to get into one of the nicer schools she wanted to, she had to settle for community college and living at home. It was nice to have a free place to stay, but it was starting to get tiring in sophomore year of high school. This town has a way of wearing down the people who get stuck here.

“I’ve got an essay due tomorrow.” That’s all she ever talked about. Schoolwork.

Roxy didn’t respond, she just looked out the window and tried her best to hold back her tears.

“So, what happened?” Luna was the first to break the silence.

“My date didn’t show up, he was off fucking one of my friends in the bathroom. Then my friends ditched me. Fucking whores.”

“Roxy…” Luna sighed.

”They are! Don’t take their side dipshit-”

“No, I'm just sorry. That blows.” 

Roxy blinked a couple times, taken aback at her sister’s sudden approval. She half expected her to call it “Teen Girl Bullshit” and move on but not this time.

“Yeah, I- It sucks.” Roxy leaned back to get comfortable. “I got all dressed up and pretty for him…” She fidgeted with her tight, deep red velvet dress. It was a beautiful dress, form fitting, a perfect color for Roxy. When Luna glanced over, she couldn’t help that his eyes wandered to her prominent cleavage. In most outfits she wore, Roxy’s chest seemed much smaller. She wasn’t modest by any means, but she clearly put in the work to draw attention to where she wanted. It even worked on her sister. Luna’s eyes flashed back to the road. She knew how gross it was to think of her own sister in that way, to objectify her like that. 

But she couldn’t help it. Roxy was beautiful. Long black hair that poured down her back like a dark cascade, a back now exposed by the dress. Silky smooth, pale skin, perfectly slender and clean. The way her body curved, her hips, thighs, chest, almost like a doll with how precise it was. Luna hated that time and time again, she found herself staring, whenever Roxy wasn’t looking. When Luna would be on her laptop in the kitchen and Roxy would come in for a snack, bending over to get something from the lower sections of the fridge. The way her shorts would ride up, exposing the slightest bit of Roxy’s panties underneath… Or when they watched a movie together, Roxy would lay her legs over Luna’s and she could barely focus on what was happening on the screen. 

The worst part is that she wondered if she did it on purpose. Just to get a rise out of her.

Gross. Don’t think like that.

“So what now?” Luna asked quietly.

“I don’t know… I kind of just want to get out of this dress.”

“You don’t want to stop for ice cream first?” Luna smiled at her sister. Roxy just shook her head and watched the cars go by. Luna sighed. “I think you look very pretty, Roxy.”

Roxy turned to her.

“You do?” She asked, pleading for reassurance.

“Yeah… It’s a nice dress.”

“So you think the dress is pretty. Not me.” Roxy rolled her eyes.

“No, I think you’re pretty. The dress just… uh- helps.” Luna had a hard time concealing her blush. Disgusting that she would get that way over her own sister.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my sister.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better, you don’t actually think I'm pretty.” Roxy sunk deeper into the seat.

“No, I really-“ Luna stopped herself. “You’re the most beautiful girl I know, Roxy. And if the people at your school don’t see that they’re dumbasses, ok?” Roxy looked out the window again. “I really mean it, Rox. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. You’re smart, witty, you have good taste, you’re the nicest person at that shit show of a school. You’re hot- uh- from a like- from an unbiased perspective I mean.” Luna covered her mouth in a vain attempt to conceal her blush. “Look, I just mean that you’re… you’re so much better than all of them. They don’t deserve you.”

Roxy still didn’t look back. 

Luna brought the car to the side of the road by an old park the two used to play at. It was empty, that late at night. A place that once brought the two so much joy, now a reminder of their distance. 

“Why are we-“ Roxy was cut off by Luna’s hand, taking her arm.

“Roxy…” Her grip was soft, reassuring more than anything else. Roxy finally looked back. “I need you to know that you are the most amazing, beautiful, incredible girl I have ever met. Anyone, and I mean anyone, would be lucky to have a go out with you. They blew their shot, don’t get hung up on them. Ok?” Then that smile, that stupid beautiful smile of hers. Roxy couldn’t stand that look, when Luna was so close to tears, and yet looked so loving and… pretty, damn it. 

And that’s the point where Roxy decided to go for it.

“Fine… you’re right. But I still didn’t get kissed… or laid. And fuck i was really banking on getting laid tonight.” 

Luna blushed a bit, but laughed the comment off, saying something incredibly stupid as she did. 

“I’d kiss you, if I weren’t your sister.” Luna joked, sort of… 

“You’d kiss me?”

Luna panicked, she hadn’t realized she said that out loud. “Oh! I just mean that- I mean- It’s not-“ Luna realized just how fucked she was, hoping that the little bit of alcohol in Roxy’s system would allow her to forget the massive fucking blunder Luna had made. “We should get going!” Luna went to take the car out of park but was surprised to find Roxy’s hand placed gently on hers.

“W-Wait… Please.” Roxy gave a pleading look to Luna that made her hesitate. “You… you would kiss me? Even when I’m this much of a mess?”

“I mean- I- Roxy I’m your sister it’s not like-“ Luna tried to save herself, but Roxy wasn’t content to let her go so easily. 

“You mean you don’t want to?” Roxy asked, red in the face.

Luna paused. Fuck.

“I don’t- we can’t. We’re sisters… I wouldn’t- I would never even think about-“

“What if I wanted you to?” Roxy’s hand had traveled to her sister’s shoulder now. Luna could hardly think, much less string together words to make a coherent sentence. “It wouldn’t mean anything, but… Would it really be so bad? Just one?”

Luna realized she wasn’t breathing.

“Wait, you’re being serious?” Luna muttered, Roxy nodded. 

“Just… don’t make a weird thing out of it ok? It’s just a kiss.” 

Luna checked to make sure no one was around, thank god for that. Taking a deep breath, Luna turned back to her sister.

“So…” Luna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pushed up her glasses. Her hands were shaking. Roxy noticed, and took her sister’s hands in her own.

“It’s OK, Luna… don’t be so nervous. I’m your sister, I won’t judge.” She gave her such a sweet smile. With that last bit of encouragement, Luna nodded and leaned toward Roxy ever so slightly. Roxy caught her breath and moved in. For a while the two were too nervous to breach the gap, a comfortable distance kept between their lips. Then, with sudden eagerness and impatience, Roxy shot forward and locked lips with Luna. The suddenness of the kiss caused Luna to inhale sharply and jump in her seat. 

The kiss itself was amazing, the best either had ever experienced. Luna’s face was warm, blushing so hard her glasses could have fogged up. Roxy moved her hands to her sister’s red face, holding her tightly. Absent-mindedly, Luna started to slip her tongue into Roxy’s mouth, a gesture she was more than happy to reciprocate. Without realizing it, Roxy’s hand fell to Luna’s thigh, and inched closer to her crotch until-

“Oh-!” Roxy pulled away. Luna blinked twice, recollecting her thoughts before turning away, abashedly covering her face with one hand and her crotch with the other.

“Fuck, i- im so sorry- i don’t know what happened.” Luna did her best to conceal the very obvious erection trying to escape her jeans. “I haven’t been able to- and yknow i’m just- Fuck, sorry!” 

“No no- it’s ok Luna… Really. I take it, you liked that?” Roxy was blushing just as much, if not harder than Luna.

Luna didn’t respond.

“Luna?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so gross.” Luna hid her face in her hands.

“What? No, it’s ok. Really!” Roxy leaned back in and caressed her sister’s arm. “I get it, you’re excited. I- I am too.” 

“Excited?” Luna removed her hands from her face.

“Yeah I mean, I assume that’s what that means.”

“No no, you’re excited?” A million terrible thoughts went through Luna’s mind.

“Well…” Roxy turned toward the window, blushing. “You’re not the only one who’s been… pent up.” She cleared her throat. “I’m- I’m a little wet right now… Well, more than a little.”

The sisters stared at each other in silence for what felt like ages. 

“I know…. it’s gross isn’t it?” Roxy tried to laugh it off.

“No! Not at all!” Luna grabbed Roxy’s shoulders. “Uh- Well I guess it sort of is… I mean we’re sisters and all, but-“

“But…?” Roxy placed her hand onto Luna’s as it held tight to her shoulder. 

“Uh- People get like this all the time? It’s fine, we’ll take care of it when we get home.”

“We!?” Roxy was both excited and mortified.

“I mean seperately! In separate rooms! Touching ourselves- not- fuck.” Luna tried desperately to hide her fucked up desires in this moment. Roxy didn’t even try to hide her disappointment. “Wh- what?” Luna asked.

“Just- I don’t know… It’s easier with help.” 

“Huh…” Luna went brain-dead. 

“Like you’ve been with girls before! Just this one time, I swear! I won’t ever bring it up again. I just need help right now.”

Luna fully realized what her sister was asking her to do.

“Are you being for real?”

“Y-yes.” There was that awkwardness again. She was too cute to resist like this.

“So you want me to…” Luna’s fingers drifted to the hem of Roxy’s dress. Roxy turned away as she slowly lifted it to reveal her now damp white panties. Luna gasped, completely unable to pull herself together now.

“Please just- do it already.”

Luna nodded, though Roxy refused to look. Slowly, gently, carefully, Luna pulled her sister’s panties down to her shins. Now, her glistening cunt was bare and Luna saw the full lengths of what she had done to her sister with just a simple kiss. 

“F-Wow, you’re really wet, sis.” As soon as it came out of her mouth, she realized how disgusting it sounded. But that didn’t matter anymore, all that did, was Luna being here for her sister.

Luna teased Roxy’s slit, tracing her fingers across it and lightly touching her clit. The full weight of the action, Luna fingering her sister, wouldn’t quite break through to her until she had already slipped two fingers inside. Roxy, who up until this point had been lightly releasing quiet pleasured breaths, let out a full moan. The sound was intoxicating to Luna, she’d fantasized about hearing it for so long, it almost didn’t seem real.

“Fuck…” Luna sighed. Roxy let her head fall back as her breaths became staggered and harsh. The two tried not to look each other in the eyes as Luna spoke once again. “Is this ok?”

Roxy nodded, unable to speak at this point. Luna kept going, now being able to smell just how worked up Roxy had gotten. Luna’s pointer and index were now lodged deeply within her sister’s pussy, awkwardly curling and shifting inside of her.

Roxy let out a quiet whimper and covered her mouth with her hands, ashamed that she was being so loud for her sister of all people.

Luna pulled Roxy closer, maneuvering so that she could better reach from behind, though the position was awkward and uncomfortable.

“Luna~” Roxy whispered through strained whimpers as her sister fingered her from behind, her arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Roxy wrapped her own arm around Luna’s neck and stared up into her eyes. Finally, the two made eye contact, face to face, mere centimeters apart. 

That’s when the reason they had avoided direct eye contact became clear…

The two of them kissed once again, a deep, sloppy, passionate kiss. Roxy couldn’t help but moan as they exchanged saliva, their tongues writhing around each others’ mouths.

“R-Roxy~ Please… I can’t do this.”

”What? Why?” Roxy broke from her sister’s grasp, pouting.

”I’m i- I’m too hard… do you think you could-”

Without a second thought, Roxy started unzipping Luna’s jeans. Feeling her older sister’s hard cock beneath her tight satin panties drove Roxy crazy. Luna too was losing her mind, shaking uncontrollably as her nerves took hold. Having a girl, her sister no less, touch her in such an intimate way—

The thought was interrupted by the warm, wet sensation of Roxy’s tongue tracing the length of Luna’s cock. 

Luna whimpered as Roxy fit her dick into her mouth. The taste was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, Roxy could hardly think of anything else as she took the entirety of her sister’s dick down her throat.

Luna arched her back, grabbing the steering wheel for support, shaking and blushing furiously.

“Oh my god… Roxy, please~ please don’t stop.” Luna whispered.

Roxy looked up into her sister’s eyes as she pleaded. She looked so pretty from down there. 

It didn’t take long for Luna to finish. She filled her sister’s mouth with hot cum, so much it dripped from Roxy’s lips as she pulled off Luna’s dick. Luna loudly moaned, no longer able to contain herself.

Luna fell back into her seat, still hard as she shouldn’t have been. Unsatisfied, Roxy pulled her panties fully off and climbed on top of Luna. 

“Wait- Wait no!” Luna didn’t really want it to stop, but she knew if she let this happen, there really would be no going back. It was too late though…

Luna’s leaking tip disappeared into Roxy’s slick opening. Slowly, the rest of Luna’s dick entered her sister’s pussy.

“Luna~” Roxy moaned into her ear as she wrapped her arms around her neck tightly. The two sat in each other’s embrace for what felt like an eternity. 

After enough time had passed for the sisters to move past the initial sin, they made the final decision to keep going no matter how wrong it was. 

Roxy rose up slowly and slammed back down, her ass slapping against Luna’s thighs over and over. 

Roxy’s dress rose up high enough now that Luna could see the mess she had made of her sister. Wet, glistening in the light of the street lamps, freshly shaven too… 

“Roxy~” Luna muttered her lover’s name between whimpered moans. 

“Luna~” The two kissed once again. A deeper, more passionate kiss than either had ever given anyone else, like they had saved it specially for this moment. They moaned into each others’ mouths, taken by their shared euphoria. When Roxy rose, Luna pulled back. When Luna pushed deeper, Roxy buried her sister’s dick as deep inside her as she could muster without breaking. 

“Roxy~ I’m going to cum again~ I can’t~”

“Shhh…” Roxy placed a finger to Luna’s lips. “I know… me too.” She could hardly get the words out. “Let’s do it together… ok~?”

Luna nodded. The two increased their pace. Up and down, back and forth, over and over. Luna felt herself building to another climax, this time trapped inside her sister, when—

The two came together, screaming out each other’s names as they felt their minds go blank for one brief moment of pure ecstasy. 

Roxy fell on top of Luna, both of them breathed heavily. They didn’t move for a full minute.

“A-are you ok?” Luna whispered. “Was that ok?”

“Yes!” Roxy stammered quietly. “It was amazing, Luna.” She hugged her sister close. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Roxy.” Luna watched as Roxy rose from her cock, letting their shared liquids spill out onto it. 

“Thank you.” Roxy embarrassingly stumbled back into the passenger seat. Luna pulled her pants back up and Roxy did her best to clean herself up with the tissues in the glove compartment. The two drove home, not a single word exchanged between them. 

When they finally arrived, their mother still working late into the night, they returned to their separate rooms-

It wasn’t thirty minutes after they got back that Roxy snuck into Luna’s room to continue what they had started in the car…

[adachimoe]

summary of the persona 4 anime sound drama "perfect delivery"

I cheated and skimped on details on the earlier tracks cause this is an hour long and tracks 1-3 are setup to get Yu into the situation he finds himself in on track 4 which is where it really begins.

I put it under a read more cause this is loooooooooong.

Tracks 1-3

Margaret turns into a wine aunt in the Velvet Room and accidentally admits she spilled wine on the Persona compendium. After a talk about making the hypothetical Glasses Arcana, she realizes that she's hungry and considers ordering delivery to the Velvet Room.

Meanwhile, Yu and Nanako make a bunch of croquettes to take to a picnic near the Samegawa with the rest of the Investigation Team. At the picnic, they find that they're the only ones who actually made any food. Yu asks where everyone else's stuff is. Chie says, "Any second now..." and right on cue, Aika shows up to deliver everyone's meat bowls from Aiya. Aika overhears that Yu made croquette and is curious about him being able to cook. Chie is surprised she's still there and it turns out none of these dorks have paid yet lol.

After Aika leaves, Rise takes note of Aika's interest in Yu's cooking, as if she has yet another competitor for Yu. Chie and Yukiko start talking about how neither of them really remember Aika from 1st year of school or remember if she was in their class. Later, when Yu comes home, he finds a letter from Aika asking him to come by Aiya, and it includes 10 vouchers for free meat bowls.

Track 4

Yu shows up at Aiya as requested and finds out that Aika kiiinda bamboozled him. She told her dad that she had a friend at school who could come and help work in the kitchen at Aiya while her mother's back is broken. Before Yu can clear up the misunderstanding, her father starts going on about how he didn't think Aika had friends and that she might get bullied, so he's super relieved that she has a good friend like Yu. Aika comes back from making her deliveries during this and goes to work in the kitchen.

Yu gives up on trying to explain anything to her dad and goes to help Aika (his first task: getting grease/oil off of a pan, good luck). He begins asking her about her dad being Chinese because of how he talks (Kyowago) but Aika tells him that no one there is actually Chinese and Yu has this moment of clarity where he's like "oh ok yeah". Aika has no idea why Yu is actually staying and helping, and thinks he's a weirdo when he replies with his usual "I am helping you because you need help"-esque speech.

Following Yu starting to work at Aiya, he sees Aika at school. He turns down invites to go out with Yosuke and Rise, then Aika shows up and calls him Narukami-san. He thinks that sounds too formal like he's a customer at the restaurant so she instead begins calling him Narukami-kun, and Rise loses her mind.

Track 5 ADACHI ALERT I REPEAT ADACHI ALERT BEEP BEEP WAKE THE FUCK UP

At Junes, Adachi is being held by security (I assume...? this person isn't really identified or given a name or title, but contextually...) cause he's been suspected of being a shoplifter lol. Namely, Adachi was moving around all suspiciously inside of the store. Adachi insists this is all a big misunderstanding - there seems to have been a lot of shoplifting lately at Junes, and he is just, y'know, being cautious and whatnot, and patrolling. A-At Junes. (Adachi is totally slacking off at Junes but this actually turns into something later lol)

Regardless, security finds him to be the most suspicious ass person at Junes, and despite Adachi saying "I'm a cop!", he conveniently forgot his police ID which just makes him look even more suspicious. Dojima then shows up and bails Adachi out, bringing Adachi's police ID for him. He apologizes to the security person -- who of course is in disbelief that Adachi is actually a cop lol -- about whatever bullshit Adachi has done and drags him out of the room they're in, to the main area of Junes. Dojima scolds him, and questions if Adachi reaaaaaaally saw someone suspicious in Junes. Adachi claims that why yes of course duh obviously there was. Junes will be safe for Nanako and Yu and blah blah.

Just then, Aika shows up with a delivery for Adachi. Dojima can't get over the fact that she's delivering to the middle of Junes. Adachi calls him old-fashion and explains that deliveries can be made anywhere~! Aika gets out a pork cutlet + egg bowl for Adachi, and Dojima asks why he ordered that. Adachi explains that being questioned put him in the mood for some, and Dojima is like... "u know, normally, detectives aren't the ones being questioned..........", and Adachi tells him to chill. Adachi asks if Aika brought the other thing too, which turns out to be a heaping side order of cabbage.

(This whole bit is a reference to an old 1960s-ish era detective TV drama trope where a suspect would confess to whatever they've done after being fed a bowl of pork cutlet. Ofc this is also >>implying something since Adachi is the real murderer and all, but generally speaking, I feel like pork cutlet is commonly served with cabbage?, so it goes with his character anyway. I think it's worth mentioning that the "hinting about Adachi being the murderer" thing was also in the other anime drama, May Fool, which has a part where Naoto tells a colleague, "I'm leaving for Inaba. The murderer there hasn't been caught yet", and then it immediately changes scenes to Adachi humming the Junes theme.)

Before she leaves, Aika says her usual, "Leave the empty bowls there" line, and Dojima - who is still in disbelief over all of this - asks where, exactly, you're supposed to leave the bowl. While Adachi eats, Dojima once more questions if he really saw a suspect or not. (Dojima's lines makes me think of Padme in that 4 panel Anakin and Padme meme...)

On the rest of track 5, Aika delivers to Daisuke and Kou, who are in the middle of running during practice, then goes back to the store. There's a very large order to deliver, and Aika can barely lift it, so her father suggests Yu deliver it instead. Aika gets kinda possessive over Yu taking her job. Yu compromises and suggests they deliver it together since he doesn't know the streets as well as her. On their way back, Yu asks Aika if she enjoys delivering. She tells him that ever since she started doing this, people have started calling her names like "Delivery Girl", and it makes her feel happy because she doesn't have anything else.

Track 6

Yu comes home and is greeted by Dojima and Nanako, who ordered from Aiya earlier. Dojima heard that Yu is working part time at Aiya and asks if he'll participate in the shopping district versus Junes relay race that takes place in 2 weeks. The neighborhood association asked Dojima to see if his nephew to do it since he's so athletic and whatnot. Yu agrees, saying the event is like, "Down with Junes".

At school, the group minus Chie and Yukiko eat lunch together, and Yu has brought chakinzushi which happens to be one of Rise's favorites. (In game, you can cook chakinzushi for lunch and it's one that'll give Rise bonus slink points.) Kanji heard about Yu joining in the relay, and Yu repeats the "Down with Junes!" mantra while shooting a dirty look at Yosuke lol. Kanji is in the relay cause his mom asked him. Rise's grandma also asked her to do it and she was originally going to say no, but knowing that Yu is running, she's going to say yes.

Yosuke is surprised at all of this cause he thought it would be an easy win for Junes if they only had to race a bunch of old dudes from the shopping district. Yosuke reveals that, gasp, he's the anchor leg runner for Junes, so Rise calls him an enemy spy and Yu begins muttering insults under his breath at him. After, Yukiko and Chie show up to lunch late cause they took Aika to the nurse's office after she injured herself during PE. They remark on how unexpectedly fast of a runner she is.

While working at Aiya, Aika tries to make a delivery with her injured leg, but her father tells her no. Eventually, Yu offers to give her a piggyback ride to the delivery destination so she can still "make" the delivery. Carrying her and the delivery box, he very quickly discovers how heavy meat bowls can get. Aika asks him why he's going this far for her. He has no idea, but he understands that this is really important to her.

Track 7

Teddie is helping(?) Yosuke, Kanji, Rise, and Yu train/exercise for the upcoming relay race. But instead of training, Yu is talking to Naoto about Aika. Naoto very quickly profiles her from what Yu has said about her and what Chie and Yukiko said about her on track 3. Before Aiya started doing deliveries in spring, Aika is someone who had no outstanding characteristics or qualities, thus no one really remembered her. But thanks to the deliveries, she has found her niche as the delivery girl, and she's serious about having "nothing" besides making deliveries. Teddie interrupts the Aika psychoanalysis by reminding Yu that he needs to train.

Naoki shows up and meets with the rest of the group as he is also on the shopping district team and is there to train with them. Yosuke talks about how recently, he feels like people in the shopping district have been looking at him funny, but he thinks it's his imagination / paranoia. Rise and Kanji tell him that, why no, you aren't imagining any of that. The neighborhood association is taking the race very seriously cause the shopping district has been on a decline for a while and has been losing in sales/profits to Junes. None of the shop owners can really do anything about that, but they *can* crush Junes in the relay race. (I appreciate the petty tbh.) Yu tells Yosuke that none of them hate him.......... even if he's the enemy. Yosuke decides that if the shopping district is taking this seriously, then Junes needs to up their game and take it seriously too.

Track 8

One week until the relay race, and Aika's leg has healed. The two are working together at Aiya, and Yu asks Aika about running in the relay race for the shopping district. Aika thinks about it, but before she can reply, her dad suddenly comes back and is very very excited about something. He's been thinking about moving and opening the restaurant elsewhere since the shopping district has been on a decline for a while now. He finally found a hidden gem of a location in a larger city and he's already put an advance down for the place. The new location is in a central area that will get lots of customers organically, thus they won't need to delivery anymore cause customers will come to them instead of having to go to them.

Since she won't need to deliver anymore, dad wants to improve Aika's skills in the kitchen so she can cook as fast as him to keep up with all of these new customers they're going to have. Aika tells her dad she feels unwell and excuses herself for the night. He tells her to rest up before she begins her training. Yu asks Aika again about the race, suggesting she makes a memory with everyone from the shopping district before she leaves. But Aika doesn't see the point of it and turns him down.

Track 9

The day of the race has come and tons of people are there to watch. Rise thinks it's cause soooo many people hate Junes, which she says while glancing at Yosuke. The shopping district team is Naoki, Rise, Kanji, Yu, and Daidara. Yosuke shows up with four "Secret Weapons" on the Junes team - Ai, Kou, Daisuke. Rise accuses Yosuke of cheating / having ringers since it's supposed to strictly be people associated with Junes and shopping district. But dohoho, Yosuke oh so conveniently and veeeeery recently got all of them part time jobs working in the food court. HmmmMM funny how that works out.

Ai starts complaining about having to work and having to run. Kou thinks doing stuff like this is okay once and a while, and tells Ai that she's in great shape and she looks like she's a good runner. Cause of Ai's complaining, Daisuke says he'll just run her leg for her, but due to Kou, Ai suddenly most certainly 100% definitely wants to participate now. Neither Kou nor Daisuke understand her sudden change of heart. The last member of Yosuke's team is Hanako, who's staff meals were more costly than her paycheck. Hanako justifies this as needing proper nutrition to maintain her legs so she can gallop like an antelope.

Chie and Yukiko show up and deliver the bad news: Daidara, the anchor leg runner for the shopping district, made so much art yesterday that he hurt his back and there's no way he can run today. The shopping district team suddenly finds themselves down a person. Chie offers to take his place, but it has to be someone associated with the shopping district. Yu thinks of Aika, and runs off to call her.

Track 10

Yu asks Aika to come and fill in at the relay. Aika refuses again, saying that she's nothing without deliveries. Yu tells her that doesn't matter: they don't need her to have something, they just need her. Yu has to go due to the race starting, but Aika reacts to the idea that she - as a person - is needed.

The race goes as follows:

Naoki vs Hanako: Naoki remarks on how Hanako is waaay faster than he'd think, but he ultimately pulls ahead of her and wins the 1st leg

Rise vs Ai: Teddie hijacks the sound system and starts playing True Story to support Rise. Rise claims to have superior stamina due to her idol training. Chie cheers on Ai even though she's the enemy. This pisses off Ai and she pulls ahead of Rise.

Kanji vs Kou: Yukiko suggests Naoto cheer on Kanji, so she very mildly and oh so meekly says, "G-Go, Ta-Tatsumi-k-kun". This causes Kanji to mentally turn into a Victorian schoolboy seeing a bare ankle for the first time, and he noticeably starts to slow down. Chie sees this and yells at him to focus up. Yukiko assumes that Naoto needs to support him more since Kanji started slowing down, so she encourages Naoto to this time wave at Kanji. Naoto does so, and Kanji collapses.

Yu vs Daisuke: Yu starts running late since Kanji fell but he starts gaining on Daisuke. Nanako cheers him on, and she's so cute that everyone around her also starts cheering for her big bro. Like, "C'mon big bro don't make this little girl cry". But even if Yu makes it, the shopping district has no anchor leg runner. Before Daisuke hands off to Yosuke, Chie BMs Yosuke and yells, "HEY HANAMURA! FALL OVER!" and people around her start laughing at him. As Yu approaches the hand off point, Aika finally shows up, and takes over running as the anchor leg.

Aika vs Yosuke: Even though Yosuke got a head start on her, Aika runs fast and starts gaining on Yosu--

ADACHI ALERT BEEP BEEP. Just then, Nanako and the other girls see Dojima and Adachi chasing someone down. Adachi very un-ethusiastically yells "Hold itttt" while running, then curses his poor luck that he should actually find a shoplifter while "patrolling". Dojima yells at Adachi that the shoplifter ran somewhere near / towards Adachi (yo this is hard w/o visual lol), and Adachi seemingly tackles/corners the guy, causing the shoplifter to fall over. Adachi is amazed that he was actually able to catch the guy, but acts big to Dojima, saying "well yeah ha ha of course I can do that much ha ha".

However, when the suspect collapsed, the stuff he stole had gotten dumped onto the ground all at once, and you hear the sound effects of stuff he had stolen falling out of bags and rolling around. Yosuke is heard derping around before falling due to some cans and other stuff. After, he asks why the hell there was a cabbage rolling around.

With Yosuke taken out, Yu encourages Aika to finish it, and she finishes the race, winning it for the central shopping district team. Everyone congratulates her and thinks she was amazing.

Track 11

In the aftermath, Yosuke mentions he got kinda scared there. Chie is like, "Hey it was fun, so, alls well that ends well :)" and Yosuke reminds her that she screamed at him to fall lol. Naoto comments about this being a form of kotodama. (I guess a more natural way to say this is like, Chie tells Yosuke, "Hey Hanamura, I hope you fall", then Yosuke later accuses Chie of jinxing him.)

Yukiko and Rise bring up that Aiya's relocation fell through through, and that Aika's dad likely fell for some kind of scam. Naoto comments that the land also got short sold, so there's a very small chance he'll even get his advance payment back. Due to this, Aika will have to work extra hard on her deliveries. Chie says, "Any second now…" and right on cue, Aika shows up to deliver everyone's meat bowls from Aiya, and she thanks the group for their continued patronage.

the enddd

[faestolemythoughts]

More Stardew hcs 🌸💚

Sam/Seb

Slight TW, boys smokin the devils lettuce

-Sam has a tendency to fall asleep literally anywhere. Wether it’s on the floor, outside somehow, or most often.. Seb’s bed.

When I say Seb’s bed though, it’s hardly ever in a normal position. He usually falls asleep mid-game, slumping against the wall or hanging halfway off or (Seb’s absolute favorite) sprawled out across the entire already small bed.

Sebastian never notices until it’s too late. He’s always too focused in whatever video game they’re playing, only looking over when Sam stops replying to whatever he’s saying. Every time it happens he wants to be mad, he really does. He just can’t seem to be irritated when Sam looks like that when he sleeps. He’d die before he ever told Sam that he looks pretty when he sleeps.

It’s always a chore to shove Sam (the heaviest sleeper sebs ever fucking seen) aside so he can lay in his own bed.

They’d both be lying if they said they never ended up against each other.. because it’s warm of course.

Let’s just say Abby’s found them like that countless times. She has the pictures to prove it.

-The first time Sam wants to try smoking with Seb (not cigarettes 🍃) Is after a particularly bad day with his family. They’re around 17-18. Senior year. Kent keeps getting on him about college and other bullshit he wants no part in. His mom won’t stop agreeing with him. He’s sick of it. He needs.. well, weed.

Barging into Sebs room eyes immediately on the dark blue glass piece, Seb can tell something’s wrong.

“I need you to give me that.” Sam huffs. Motioning at the bong.

Sebastian almost laughs. He would’ve if it weren’t for the look on Sam’s face that’s really telling him he really does need to unwind.

“You sure? Don’t wanna talk?”

“Just- pack it or whatever it’s called.”

Sebastian hastily does what he’s told. He’s fighting himself and definitely feels like a horrible influence right now. But Sam’s a grown man and can make his own choices, so he hands the bong to Sam, tucking the bowl pack in his pocket.

they make their way up to the top of the hill, veering right of the spa near the train tunnels, knowing damn well they can’t do this anywhere near the house. As they make the 10 minute or so walk, Sam finally starts talking.

“I really wish my mom would be on my side one time.”

Seb motions for Sam to take the bong out of his jacket where it had been conveniently hidden from anyone’s sight.

“Want me to show you how?”

“I fucking know how.”

Eyebrows raised Seb just sets in the bowl piece and tosses Sam the lighter.

“Okay.”

Sam definitely doesn’t know how. His first try he doesn’t put his mouth right against the glass, not creating a suction therefore getting no smoke. A very familiar bitch face from Seb is accompanied with a tsk noise and an eye roll.

“Let me show you before you waste all my weed.” Seb reaches a hand out, grabbing the glass while still in Sam’s hands, guiding it closer to his mouth. “Put it all the way against your face so air can’t get in.”

He takes the lighter from Sam’s hands, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that their hands are overlapping. He keeps it there though.

“I’m gonna light it for you, you ready?”

Sam nods, making eye contact, a sliver of nervousness and.. something else Seb can’t quite make out on his face. Sebastian flicks the lighter and Sam seemingly knows to start to breathe in. He lets the glass fill up about half way with smoke, then takes the metal piece out, letting Sam breathe it in.

He thinks the kid is just about going to die with how hard he coughs. He lets himself laugh this time, smacking him on the back telling him the burning will pass.

“Fuck- how do you- do that so often?” Sam manages between coughs.

“You get used to it. Promise. Tell me if you don’t feel right. We can go home.”

“I don’t really.. feel anything. When does it like kick in?” He clears his throat, which now feels a little strange.

“Give it a second.” Seb mumbles.

Upon realizing he hadn’t gotten a hit of his own, Sebastian takes the bong from Sam’s hands, taking a long hit of his own, puffing the smoke. Sam watches as the smoke fades away all around them, feeling different than before.

He watches as Sebastian’s face relaxes, a little jealous that it seems to have a sudden affect on him.

“Can I have another one?” He asks.

“Jesus, Sammy. Thought you’d be a lightweight.” Sebastian hands him the bong again. “One more. After that wait a few minutes.”

Sebastian lights it again for him, making sure he doesn’t get way too much smoke. Sam coughs for another minute again.

Sebastian takes another hit himself, gently setting the glass on a flat piece of earth where he hopes it won’t tip.

They sit in silence for a while after that. Just watching the lights of the valley flicker on as the sunlight starts to fade. He almost thinks Sam might be immune to marijuana until he hears little giggles coming from beside him.

“You ever notice how when Kent gets mad that little vein in his neck really pops out.” Sam laughs.

Sebastian can’t help but laugh out loud. Fuck his neck vein really does pop out. Sam is definitely high.

“You feeling good there buddy?” Seb asks, which just makes them both crack right up again.

“I can’t believe you hid this from me this entire time.” Sam huffs, faking dramatics.

“You could’ve just asked, dipshit.”

“I think I might love weed.”

Sebastian makes the critical mistake of looking over at Sam who looks.. so fucking pretty. His puffy red eyes, his slightly strewn hair and his dopey little smile.

Fuck. This is not good. Weed isn’t supposed to make your best friends lips look so.. interesting.. yeah that’s the right word, interesting. Seb rips his eyes from sam, staring at the grass blade he’s picking at.

“You should bring me up here more. The stars are so much brighter than in town.”

God. This kid might actually be the death of Sebastian.

Sam lays back on the cool grass that’s now a little bit damp, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’ll be itchy later but it’s well worth the feeling he has right now. His legs feel like bubbles and he just wants to laugh. Whatever bullshit he was mad over just seems funny now. And god the stars are so damn bright. What if he could just touch them. They look like they’d feel fuzzy… he feels fuzzy.

He turns his head to the right, starting up at Sebastian who’s resting his head on his propped up knee. For some reason he wants to reach out and touch Sebastian, too. His hair looks like it feels so soft. Seb catches him starting but Sam can’t bring himself to feel embarrassed.

Sam really wishes he could put a word to what this feels like and why really really wants to be closer to him. Maybe it’s just the weed, though. Definitely just the weed.

[coveey-s]

spark: part 2

summary: Cleo Sharpe, a young FBI agent joins the BAU in the wake of the teams fight with infamous serial killer Mr. Scratch finally coming to and end. Cleo thinks she knows almost everything there is to know about the BAU but things aren't exactly as they seemed. Especially when it comes to the highly acclaimed Dr. Spencer Reid, who is a lot more reclusive and quiet then she would've thought. However something tells Cleo that something brighter is hidden underneath the surface, a spark. And she's determined to find it.

part 2 in this series

paring: spencer reid x oc

genre: slow burn (?)

content: none?

word count: 887

note: this is based on season 13 buttt I haven't finished that season yet LMAO so it may go off the narrative of the show a bit. this is definitely not factual at all (what do i know about the inner workings of the fbi or criminal proceedings help) so please suspend your belief and go with it 🤗

yk i never thought about how insane it'd be for the bau to have 9 people in it but ummm... the more the merrier?

also guys, writing fanfic is hard. i usually write like just fiction stuff so it's hella hard to try to write established characters properly #imjustagirl. ya'll are soldiers fr.

Cleo had never been overly scared about meeting new people. People were predictable. Behavior could be predicted down to a science, no pun intended. However, she still felt a little nervous that first morning.

She could predict that the team may be skeptical towards her. People often were skeptical of change.

Cleo knew that an agent by the name of Matt Simmons had also joined recently, but although he'd just now become a part of the team, the others had apparently known him for a long time.

Nobody knew who she was.

But she knew them. In the least stalker-adjacent way. Cleo liked to be prepared.

She stepped into the elevator from the parking lot with a little more confidence this time. Cleo knew her intelligence and capability. Although it wavered a little when she bumped the level 1 button reaching for level 4.

With a sigh she watched the number 1 light up and the elevator slow down. Cleo prayed no one would be there and she could slam the close doors button. But to her initial annoyance someone was waiting there.

Her annoyance disappeared when she recognized him, the guy from yesterday.

He glanced at her and she gave him a polite smile as she shuffled to make room.

"You're Cleo Sharpe," he began. Cleo turned her head. "Our new team member, right?"

She raised her eyebrows, "Yeah, I am, nice to meet you,"

"Dr Spencer Reid," he introduced. Cleo was in the process of reaching for a handshake when she processed who he was.

"You're Spencer Reid?" Cleo asked which was a redundant question considering he had just said that.

He nodded. She put down her hand. "You're not a handshaker, huh?"

Reid shook his head politely.

Cleo looked to the doors again, "I can't beIieve I didn't recognize you before."

Her brain hadn't registered the name with his face. He looked different than she expected. She remembered seeing a picture of Reid from a while back, he'd looked a little more nerdy. He was cute then and now, if she was being honest. But that was neither here nor there.

Apparently he was only twenty-two when he joined the FBI. He must've been in his late thirties by now, it made sense that he'd obviously matured. 10 years and a prison stint would change a person.

"You can't?" Reid asked and it took Cleo a minute to remember what she'd said last.

The elevator doors opened to the fourth floor. "It's just, you're kind of well known, you know?"

"I didn't know," he replied.

Most times Cleo would've called bullshit that someone like him didn't know he was well acclaimed, but his expression seemed genuine.

"Maybe you don't know everything then," she teased. The next second she realized that might've come out wrong.

"Oh I didn't mean it- I mean cause you're like a genius- thank you-" Reid held the door open for her as they stepped through the glass. "You're a genius but you don't know you're like kinda famous so it's... okay maybe it wasn't funny," Cleo mumbled the last part under her breath.

Reid nodded, "No, I understand. It was funny."

Cleo muttered a thank you as they reached the desks. She peered for an empty desk and there was only one, across from him.

"Is there someone sitting here?" Cleo cringed, she was having flashbacks to being a kid trying to secure a seat at the lunch table.

"No," he replied.

Cleo set her stuff down, trying to get things organized. Something on Reid's desk caught her eye. Actually multiple somethings, books, so many books. Not surprising.

"So I guess saying you like to read is an understatement," she remarked. He looked at her when a voice called, "Major understatement."

"David Rossi," he introduced with a smile, shaking her hand. Though the introduction wasn't necessary, he wasn't hard to recognize.

"Cleo Sharpe. Can I just say you're such a legend, I've read all of your books, I'm thrilled to be working with you." she ranted.

Rossi glanced at Reid, "I'm having deja vu."

Reid's mouth pulled up a bit at the corners.

Cleo wasn't exactly sure what Rossi meant but she bit her tongue, "I apologize, sir."

"Don't apologize, I'll take the compliments," Rossi smiled, "And don't call me sir, makes me feel old. Which I am, but I already know that."

"I won't." she smiled back.

For the next few minutes as the team filtered in Cleo beat the Guinness world record for most introductions made in twenty minutes. It was a little overwhelming, she had to admit. But despite her worries the team seemed quite accepting.

Finally a woman in perhaps the brightest outfit in all of the FBI appeared on the upper landing. It had to be none other than Penelope Garcia.

"Guys-" she started before she saw Cleo. "Oh you must be the new girl." Penelope said brightly, stepping hurriedly but carefully down the stairs.

"Hey, I thought I was the only one who got a "new" title," Luke pointed out.

Penelope eyed him before looking back at Cleo, "He's right."

"Cleo," she said, reaching out her hand. Penelope took it in both of hers, "It's so nice to meet you! I wish we had more time to talk but we have a case. And it's not pretty."

[thedocs-in]

Cecil's Family

So let's start at the beginning, I should also disclaim, that I'm absolutely bullshitting this timeline. As I see Cecil in his late 50's or early 60's so I'm using that as the basis for all of this. In my personal fic I have it that he's 58, so I'm sorta using that as my base line. But feel free to put him at whatever age you want.

And buckle up, this is rather long. I can't condense things to save my fucking life.

Oh, I do also have another young Cecil fic planned that has his dad in it. Sorta basing it off a story my grandpa told me involving his own dad when he was younger. I will also get more headcannons out about Cecil's dad, and other family members if people want them.

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Cecil was actually named after his grandfather who died in 1944 during WWII.

Now widowed, Susanna ‘Sue’ Stedman was left to look after their two kids, Cecil’s aunt Sarah, and his father Lyle.

Now, Sarah and Lyle are only a few years apart, with Sarah being the older of the two as she was born in ’35, while Lyle was born in ’37. Making them 10 and 7 at the time of their dad’s death.

A year following the death of her husband, Susanna would marry another man in 1945 by the name of Peter Briggs. And he… was not the best father/husband.

And he wasn’t a fan of raising another man’s kids

But a year after being married Susanna and Peter would have a kid together, this being Sarah and Lyle’s half-brother Ollie Briggs

Unfortunately, there were complications when Ollie was born which led to Susanna’s death. Leaving all three siblings in the care of Peter. Who was certainly not thrilled to be taking care of three kids by himself, especially if two of them weren’t his own.

Because of that, the three ended up in an orphanage. And thankfully, they were never separated, due to the help of a pastor who ran the orphanage. But as soon as Sarah turned 18 she had already been working for awhile and found a way to help her brothers and be there for them.

And as soon as Lyle was able to, he quickly got a job to help take care of his younger brother. Landing a job at a mechanic shop in the town they lived in.

(I kinda like to think that Cecil was born in Alabama, mostly cause that’s where his VA is from and I swear, if you listen carefully when Cecil talks you can hear a slight southern accent.)

Now, Lyle had built a bit of a reputation in town. While he was a good man, he certainly didn’t take bullshit from anyone and would kick someone’s ass in a heartbeat if they were doing something wrong.

Cough cough, this is where Cecil learned it from cough cough

This man had an extremely strong moral compass. If you were being a jackass, harassing anyone, being a bigot, you best hope you don’t do it in front of this man.

Because of this there were a few times he wound up in jail, with the pastor who helped him growing up or his sister having to bail him out.

Eventually when he turned 20, so in 1957, Lyle would be drafted and have to serve in the Vietnam war, getting discharged in ’65 when he was injured and lost a lung.

Ironically this man chain smoked like there was no tomorrow, while serving and after he was discharged. Resulting in Cecil picking it up sometime in his late 20’s.

A month after getting back, Lyle did go back to his job. And would meet Cecil’s mother, Bonnie Lynch.

Bonnie is a little bit of a bitch, and you’ll understand why in a moment.

Now, she was born in 1940. I don’t exactly have anything in terms of her family or her own history. I think the only thing I had was that she came from a well off family.

Those two got busy and a couple months later, surprise, she’s pregnant.

Now, Lyle is a good and honest man. And he tries to do the right thing and proposes to her.

However, she turns him down. And straight up tells him, “I’m not interested. I’ll have your kid, but as soon as they’re born. They’re all yours.”

She is the deadbeat mom.

(I have this little headcannon that Lyle kept that ring he proposed with and eventually gave it to Cecil for when he finally settles down.)

cut to cecil saying he’s married to his job

But regardless, Cecil is born sometime in late ‘65 and his mom just straight up leaves after like a month or two.

Now Lyle isn't alone in taking care of Cecil. As his sister is willing to help. Considering by this point she's married and has at least two kids with a third on the way.

Ollie on the other hand was off at college, thanks to the help of Lyle and Sarah putting money towards his education.

But Lyle is still a single father raising a child and it wasn't easy.

Bonnie would go on to be an even bigger dick, because 10 years later, she would end up having two more kids who she would actually raise. Well, "raise". She let those kids do whatever they wanted.

So somewhere out there Cecil has two half-brothers he’s met once and then never talk to again.

The one time they met with him was when their mother died, in like 2012, and he just didn’t want to get to know them. He thanked them for telling him and sent them on their way.

By this time, he was already director of the GDA, so, it’s not like he has a lot of time for family stuff anyway.

But he tries. Especially to see his aunt Sarah who is getting up there in age, and suffering from Alzheimer’s.

Though, by time we see Cecil in the show his dad has long since passed, having died from lung cancer in '96.

Cecil's family isn't overly large. And it's certainly not the happiest story. But his family is a loving one, and looks out for one another.

He does have a lot of cousins though.

[wolpatinga]

re: syscourse. fuck it, imma go into *all* my traumas since that seems to be the official seal of "allowed to have an opinion". tw SH, SA, addiction

fucking hell, where to begin. i guess it started when i was like, 10, 11? my dad had issues, man. went into my sister's room and smashed her furniture because of some bullshit reason i don't even remember. she was no older than eight at the time. i grabbed her and pulled her out into our yard bc i legit didn't know where my dad would draw the line

this wasn't a *regular* occurence, but both of my parents would use senseless property destruction as a threat. i was twelve when i had to pull my toddler brother away from my dad because he was threatening to smash his brains in. i was thirteen when my mom destroyed my first cosplay, smashed it to pieces with a hammer

i myself wasn't beat after i turned eight, but i was beat. and i constantly had to remind my parents that if they did the same thing to my siblings, i could and would call the cops on them. which is an insane thing for a kid that just gained consciousness to do. the first alter is who would be called hyde, and he's been around for about thirteen years now. he's a defender and deeply cynical, highly aware of the effects of abuse

i first started self harming when i was fifteen. my father was violently against me wearing makeup, and when i got my nails painted at school, he made me wash it off with the harshest soap he could find. my fingertips are still fucked up from that. i figured, if i couldn't claim control over my body in that way, i'd carve control into the spaces they couldn't see. it wasn't suicidal, not yet, but it was there

from there it got worse. i switched schools, and was groomed by a much older peer. he recognized my despair and seized it. he had been actively suicidal for years, which i was unaware of at first, but he isolated me from everyone else and convinced me i was the only thing keeping him alive. for three years, i tutored him, was raped by him, was his suicide hotline, and anytime i expressed discomfort he'd pull a knife on me, or drive recklessly, or strangled me. he got me pregnant, but i miscarried because of the stress. thank god i did, because he told me that once i started to show he was going to kill me anyways - he didn't need to be a father yet

and the people around me didn't believe it. to this day my mother shows me photos of him, telling me that was the only man that was ever good to me. that period was a blur, but apparently the high stress lead to us being a very good student? i dunno. people say that was the best time of my life. it was not. i can tell silly stories of what i did to get around the suffering, but the truth is i don't really remember NASA wallops island or my engineering competitions. all i remember is my deathwish

we really fractured in our late teens. we had several suicide attempts, but evidently we failed. university wasn't much better. we finally got away from our parents long enough to get into drinking, and switching back to front while vomiting up blood was a regular occurrence. we realized we wanted to transition around this point, which lead to further abusive words from our parents. those four years, the only real socialization i had was from a deeply abusive church. one of us decided to infiltrate their ranks and preach blasphemies, but again, i don't really remember that

i tried again to self destruct during one of those church services. that lead to the *exorcism* and me being put on a suicide watch by the church. we hate surveillance. it was awful. we ended up finding the underground rave scene in that city and got into some *really* awful substances. we don't have those contacts anymore, which helped us get clean, but trying to chase those highs again is what lead to the morning glory incident yesterday

we're a wreck at the moment. we've suffered. we're traumagenic. it took ages for us to realize that the multiple people we knew ourselves to be was a known condition, something we learned from endos

we'd blocked out most of that story in our head because it hurt so badly. when we first met systems on here (almost entirely endos), we believed ourselves to be endo too. because the new host couldn't remember the everything we endured. by working with our parts, we've pieced together who we were for the first 20 years of our life, and all that entailed. but we learned this BECAUSE OF ENDOS

i will always stand on the side of endogenic and whatever else terms we use for systems. i don't care if they haven't suffered as much as i have. i hope to god they haven't suffered as much as i have. no one deserves what we endured

every endo i've met is incredibly kind and understanding of the trauma i endured, and that kindness is something i think we as humans need to show one another. shit's hard enough, and yea, some people have it worse than most. but don't go picking on other systems

[inseparableduo]

Part 1

“- So then I just turned off the movie and went to sleep.” Janne sighed. 

“Oh yeah, that’s… wow.” Jenny responded. Clearly not at all listening to anything he just said. 

Janne doesn’t notice at first. Too busy venting about the shitty movie he saw last night. Eventually, he does get frustrated with her half-assed answers and sad voice.

“Am I boring you?” Janne asks genuinely. Putting aside his anger for a second. 

“What? No, it’s just like… I’m exhausted from yesterday.”

“Yeah, that was like an anomaly, Holy shit.” Janne said, thinking back about yesterday. Who knew they would walk into an active crime scene yesterday after dropping off Alex’s pizza. Well, at least the lie of filming porn was convincing enough for the police to leave.

“Was it? Or the week before that, or the week before that - - Why do our lives have to be so fucking eventful?” Jennifer’s voice started to rise as she spoke. Not at all trying to hide her anger as she mentally thought of all the bullshit they’ve been through lately. 

“That’s a legit question, shit…

Do you believe in God?” He asked, almost absently.

“Do you?” Jenny questioned back, still annoyed thinking back on yesterday.

“No.”

“Me neither… You don’t think-”

“We are not going to church.” Janne quickly cut her off. It’s then that his phone goes off. He looks down and sees an unknown number. 

“Don’t know that number, wonder who that is.” He mused to himself.

“Let me guess. Bomb threat, rapist murder guy oh my god…” Jenny replied in a fake horror but overall bored voice and rolled her eyes. 

Janne then answers the phone and puts it on speaker. “Hello?”

“Hello this is the —------ correctional holding facility.”

“I knew it.”

“You have a collect phone call from…”

“Janne answer the fucking phone it’s your brother.”

“To accept these chargers press 1.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Janne sighed before pressing 1.

“Janne. Why isn’t mom picking up her phone?”

“I don’t know? Call her up and ask her.” 

“God. You both are so fucking dumb.” Jenny then scoffs.

“Ok. See you later, byeeee.” Janne then went to end the call only to be interrupted.

“Wait. Wait. Is that Jenny?”

“Yeah… why?”

“I met someone in here who wants to talk to her. Hold on a sec, ok?”

“Oh my god.” Jennifer spoke up, just a tiny bit scared. Last she checked, she didn't know anyone in jail.

“... This is gonna be a really expensive phone call.” Janne sighed. 

“Uh hello?”

“Uh, who dis?” Janne questioned.

“It’s me Kyle?”

“Kyle who?” Jennifer spoke up. Not having the slightest clue to who it was.

“We were at the barcade yesterday, remember?”

“Oh shit… yeah?” She replied. Her voice still a little confused. Where the fuck was this going?

“So I thought it over, and I killed my mom… So you guys wanna go out in 10 years when they let me out?”

“Uh… Yeah I don’t know.”

“Aw come on! You promised! You can’t back out now.” Kyle yelled over the phone. “What do you think, Janne?”

“I’m thinking how the fuck are you getting out in 10 years.”

“You wanna hear how I killed her? Would that turn you guys on?”

“Would it?” Janne thought out loud as he tilted his head and looked up. He was genuinely considering it.

“What the fuck! Hang up!” Jennifer whisper shouted to him.

“YOU SAID YOU’D BE ALL MINE! ALL MINE!”

Kyle shouted over the phone and Janne then finally hung up. 

“That was cool.”

“I’ve never felt worse in my life.” Jennifer said, bringing a hand to cover her mouth as she felt light-headed. 

“Dude, don’t worry about it. The fact he followed through means his mom was probably a total bitch anyway.” Janne said, calmly. Unlike his best friend, he wasn’t at all affected by what just happened. Despite it being his idea to begin with anyway. 

“I guess that’s possible.” Jennifer said, now just resting a finger on her lips. 

“And look at the bright side, he killed her for you. You’re technically the hottest girl in school now.”

“You’re kinda right.” She smiled.

“Yeah, they might even make a lifetime movie about this. Who do you think should play you?”

“Um… I don’t know.” She then flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll think it over in class. You coming today?” 

“Yeah.”

[billieconway]

Full name: Sybil "Billie" Alba Soto-Conway

Nicknames: Billie

Age: 34

Star sign: Leo (August 5th)

Hometown: Macon, Georgia

Occupation: Paramedic

Pronouns/Gender: She/her, cis female

Time in town: 10 years

@aurorabayaesthetic

(trigger warning: this intro contains mentions of wildfires and spousal death, proceed with caution)

-born Sybil Alba Soto, birthday August 5th, Leo to a fault

- goes by Billie (rarely tells anyone her given first name)

-raised in Macon, Georgia and has a distinctive southern accent to this day in spite of the fact that she’s been in Aurora Bay for seven years

- has four brothers, is the only girl, big loud family (mostly republican, she doesn’t wanna talk about it)

- her mother, excited to finally have a daughter, put her in several ‘toddlers in tiaras’ sort of pageants (but got freaked out by the JonBenet Ramsey case, and never put Billie in a pageant again)

- had a very normal and happy childhood, was kind of a tomboy in her earlier years due to the amount of brothers (she is grateful for it, it made her very tough)

- was very miss americana and popular in high school; cheerleader, homecoming queen, most likely to suceed etc

-originally pursued a career in nursing, moving to los angeles to complete the nursing program at UCLA 

- during her final year, she veered into paramedic training after doing a week-long shadow of a paramedic for a research paper (she moved to Aurora Bay after graduation)

 - she met her future husband, Logan Conway (who was a firefighter), on a call during her first full week of work

- after two years of dating, the two of them had a small wedding in los padres national forest (billie was 26 at the time)

- by the time they were married, logan was working as a hotshot firefighter, specifically working in wildfires across the state

- almost five years ago, in a dry california summer filled with wildfires, logan lost his life while fighting a blaze in the los padres national forest after a freak wind shifted the fire and he was overcome by it 

- widowed at 30, billie remembers very little of the immediate aftermath of logan’s death -- only that she started laughing hysterically when the funeral director asked if she wanted him cremated (she did, but god, the irony)

- she took a year off of work after logan died, spending some time back in georgia with her family and spending some time in montana with his

- once she returned to being a paramedic (roughly 3 years ago) she joined the team at aurora bay fire department as their resident paramedic/ambulance driver, so she’s usually out on calls with them 

personality

- georgia peach all the way, billie is sweet but takes no bullshit (whiskey in a teacup sort of gal)

- feels and cares deeply from the heart, which is why she’s so good at her job (but can also be a downside because everything becomes personal)

- once you’re in her life, you’re there for good. she’s the kind of gal who remembers birthdays, your mama’s name, and what kind of dessert is your favorite and will always send thank you cards and read that book or watch that show that you told her about 

- she’s done a pretty effective job at trying to move her life through the loss of her husband, finally feeling like she’s making headway and going forward. has a morbid sense of humor about the whole thing. her heart still seizes up when she sees fire fighters running towards a blaze. very tough, but absolutely has her vulnerable moments and can be caught crying in the back of her ambulance from time to time

wanted connection:

- for the love of god this girl needs friends and people to lean on when she needs it, someone come drink wine on the back deck and look at the stars with her 

- maybe someone she met through a grief support group? 

- the one poor guy who has been/will be her first date since “getting back out there” 

- friends of her late husband (he was a Montana native but lived in Aurora Bay from the ages of 20-32)

- people she’s met from her college days 

- hiking buddy

- baseball game buddy

[mischas]

i'm 35 and the oc has been my entire life as a teenager/young adult and i love this show so much. i was wondering when you became a fan and what does your life look like now? do you still rewatch it a lot? what are your least favorite plotlines in s1-s4? i love hearing your thoughts. take care :)

Hi! You're very sweet, thank you! So just as a heads up my answers here are going to veer into the negative because I'm in a super negative space with the show as of late and I don't see that changing anytime soon. I apologize in advance for the soapbox. (and I mean really really negative)

For starters, I never watch the final season. I barely even watch s3, and haven't seen a complete s3 episode in a while. Certain scenes, though, yes and on a loop. Though not lately. But the final season doesn't exist to me because I find it repulsive and a stain on the entire show before it, even the horrendous third season. I often wish I could be like Adam Brody and separate the show into 's1 vs the other bullshit'. Believe me, I'm trying. Though I'd say splitting the show in half is best since you get to end on the shooting. S1 is on another level entirely and it wasn't until CHD that I understood why (for the most part). And that's a really terrible realization the more I think about it.

I'm almost 30 and I started watching when I was about 16 in high school. My life now is... not very exciting, lol. I work too much. Sometimes I don't work enough. I struggle with mental health (as evidenced by how seriously I take this stuff). I got into this show maybe a year or two after it had been off the air and Tumblr (and FanForum) was a super fun place to be at that time (2009/2010ish). The remaining Marissa fandom in particular was just cozy and sweet. We saw ourselves in her, had head canons, made fan art, discussed what she'd be up to, etc. I obviously wasn't part of the OG Marissa/Mischa fandom so I was pretty unaware of the shit they dealt with. On Tumblr we just celebrated her and it meant a lot to me.

For years, I, like many, thought Mischa chose to leave on her own. I could semi-stomach 325 as an arc, while still refusing to watch the next season in rewatches. This is the 2010s when JS was yelling "Tragedy was in her DNA" etc. But ever since MB started talking more about her experiences in 2021, and the podcast talking around her and Marissa forever, not to mention their shitty responses to her claims of bullying by men in power, I have been on a downward trajectory with it. The book is giving us maybe 10% of what really happened on that set. Mischa has been carrying the secret of her first relationship on her shoulders for 20 years, one that went on for months when she was 17 years old, and they all well fucking know that. I am in genuine disbelief at how they treated her then and how they treat her now. This isn't a fictional character. This is a real fucking person they keep screwing over!

But that does bring me to my next point which is that this show was unbelievably influenced by irl dynamics and I think that is disgusting. It's not just stealing Death Cab away from Adam (though I have my own thoughts on all that). There's a reason Ryan never pines for Marissa in the same way she pines for him in s2. Why he pretends she doesn't exist when he isn't dating her (from s2 on). There's an extremely charged energy to the way he verbally abuses her in 209. Like... this happened to MB at just 18. And look at how they modeled Volchok after Cisco and how they made MB pretend to do coke on camera when they knew full well she had a sober coach on set. Like, I know enough to put me off the show forever, but I am unfortunately endlessly fascinated by it. I'm sorry that I can't take the show at face value anymore, because it did and does still mean a great deal to me. But they thought they were in the clear 20 years later to only partially air their dirty laundry without much pushback and MB had the guts to say "well hold on" and be a thousand times more graceful doing so than I ever would. And we still don't know even a fraction of everything else that went down to this very real teenage girl they used and abused. Not to mention how JS/SS abruptly fired her and didn't even have the balls to tell her to her face. Her father told Josh's ass to stay away from the 325 set and he DID. Christ alive, this man should never work again.

I don't feel great about going all guns blazing here but I'm very tired and I get very little joy from the show right now. And I'm sorry that this is definitely not the response you were probably hoping for. To be clear, I want to enjoy the show. It means more to me than any other, probably. It's why I've been on this website since I was a teenager. But many aspects of it have been ruined for me and idk if there's a way back. How they purport themselves to be a family show still to this day when they treated the girl that they pursued for the job (at 16!) like shit is egregious. I will never be over it.

Sigh

To answer your actual questions, my least favorite plotlines (from s1-s3) are:

Johnny

Jimmy leaving in 207

Dean Hess

DJ

Julie/Luke

Lindsay/Caleb/Ryan

Charlotte

Hospital/Newport Group

Seth/pot (on paper this sounds wonderful but in execution it is as lifeless as the second half of the entire show)

Oliver (for good measure, officially when they jump the shark; he drives me crazy but TH does such a good job playing him that I'm ok with it until all of its aftermath is unfairly put on Marissa)

[willinglyghoulified]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the Last 10 people Who reblogged something from you. Learn about your mutuals and followers. 🎠 But only if you want to, just have fun! 💖💖

Awe thank you!~ I love this sm! Answers are gonna get long-winded though T_T

5 Things That Make Me Happy:

Positive Feedback - has to be on the top of my list because this absolutely does breathe life into me. I started writing in the first place to make people happy. I do it because I love it and I want to share that love with others. I want to be the writer that makes people look forward to getting off work to read that new chapter or the reason they stayed up a little too late because they just had to know what happened next. I want my stories to be someone else's escape. And maybe one day, I'll be on their bookshelves, too. ♥

Genuine Friendships - they're so important to me. I'm someone who has very few friends and even fewer family, so if you're close to me, it means something. I'm all about chosen family, and it often reflects in my writing (one of my fav main characters has a tendency to adopt lonely misfits). With my friends, we're either just acquaintances or you're my goddamn sibling, there's really no in between, which is both a good and a bad quality trait.

Fucking Fallout - because it's the most immersive game I've ever played. I know a lot of the games get some hate throughout the fandom, but I genuinely love every installment that they come up with, because it continues the story. Even with all its flaws, I love all of 1, 2, 3, 4, NV, and 76. I'm more partial to 4 because I relate more to their characters, but NV had the superior storyline. ♥ I literally cannot get this game or these characters out of my head.

BTS - Okay hear me out on this one: I know BTS is a stereotypical K-Pop band, but I seriously love them as people. I don't like K-Pop normally, as a genre. I listened to "emo music" growing up (I was born in 1993 so the 2000s was where my favorite music really lied). I was also a troubled kid and I brought a lot of those insecurities and trauma to my adulthood, and my old bands just wasn't doing it anymore. The memories of teen angst mostly stressed me out. But then I found BTS, and their music and messages helped me SO MUCH as a young adult, well into later adulthood (I'm 29 now). I absolutely love them, and they make me happy with their genuine care and messages. Those 7 boys are some of my biggest inspirations in life, reminding me that I can do anything if I try hard enough. But you will NEVER catch me mixing my love for BTS with the Fallout stuff on this blog. I've noticed that liking K-Pop is a quick way to catch hate, so I keep my obsession with them to myself. I'm okay with that; I've done it for the last six years.

My Husband - as cheesy as it is to say, I have the best husband I could have asked for. STORY TIME: I met him in Kindergarten, and he was always getting me in trouble by making me laugh and the teacher kept telling us to be quiet. She had to separate us. I had a crush on him in 2nd grade. Then we didn't see each other again until middle school. We had gym class together in 6th grade. In 8th grade, we became best friends. He dated a friend of ours in 9th, and I thought that would help me get rid of the feelings I had for him because I was terrified I'd ruin our friendship if I made a move. It didn't work out between him and our friend, but he told me in 10th grade that he liked me a lot, and we really understood each other. (Honestly it "helped" that we both came from troubled/broken families and were both below poverty level.) When we got together, we were each other's first EVERYTHING. We were together all throughout high school with no complications, and our peers deemed us worthy of being prom king and queen in 12th grade even though we were the nerds who oftentimes got bullied. It was so surreal. We moved in together after high school. We went through a loooooot of bullshit. Being kicked out of houses, losing jobs, losing family members (deaths and otherwise) and we're pretty much inseparable now. We've been together for 14 years. He's supportive in everything I do, even if he doesn't always understand my obsessions. He believes in me. He knows I'm not going to thank him for doing the bare minimum (respecting me, listening to me, helping me, not expecting me to mother him, etc). He genuinely fucking loves me. And he's pretty damn handsome and funny, too. Icing on the cake. And after losing all the people that we have over the years, we're pretty much all that we've got left. But I wouldn't choose to live this life with anyone else.

[atmilliways]

Dreams In Which I’m Dying (9)

part 9 of 16 | 871 words | Teen +

Donnie Darko AU | parts 1 & 2 | part 3 | parts 4 & 5 | parts 6 & 7 | part 8 | parts 10 & 11 | parts 12 & 13 | part 14 | parts 15 & 16 (complete)

Summary:

Now that the weapons are ready Robin is further afield getting a shooting lesson from Nancy, but Steve is here, with him. He’s trying not to read too much into that.

9 - Reflects

Eddie Munson reflects, as the Party prepares for the big showdown, how much of his life he's spent thinking of Hawkins as hell. Same old worn-out places, same people he’s seen every day since moving in with Wayne for lack of anywhere else to land. Hawkins has always been his absolute last resort.

“So it’s weird that I’m trying to help save it, I guess,” he explains to Steve. Now that the weapons are ready Robin is further afield getting a shooting lesson from Nancy, but Steve is here, with him.

He’s trying not to read too much into that.

Steve looks thoughtful, crosses his arms like he’s trying to hold something in. “You don’t have to, you know. All this, you kinda got thrown in with no warning—which I guess we all did, but, uh. If you wanted to get out, you could. Just get out of dodge, you know? Get somewhere safe.”

Eddie quirks a skeptical eyebrow. “What exactly is the minimum safe distance for something like this?”

The crossed arms loosen a tiny bit and Steve shrugs. 

And Eddie gets it. Steve is the protector, the Paladin with a nailbat. He’d seen it in the Upside Down when the guy had swerved his bike between them and the diving bats. For a second, Eddie had even seen it coming: a nothing reaching out from Steve’s chest that he followed like a train on a track, like a snail trail in reverse. Something inevitable, as though there wasn’t a world anymore in which Steve Harrington would simply let other people get hurt.

So Eddie shrugs back and says, “I run from it now, one way or another it’s going to keep chasing me.” He pauses, buckling briefly under the weighty truth of that, and almost regrets saying it out loud. “Um. Plus, these kids need all the help they can get, because they’re clearly never going to back down.”

Steve lets out a genuine laugh, his gaze flashing over towards where Max and Erica are doing a weird blend of pole fighting and jousting with the makeshift spears. Lucas stands back with both hands on his head like he’s just waiting for it to end in bloodshed. “Got that right. Remember how I told you Erica can take care of herself? She’s still only eleven, but point that out and she’ll go straight for the jugular.”

Eddie grins, remembering his initial confrontation with the kid. She had gotten his friends to laugh at his expense, which just went to show her talent at coming up with a good burn at a moment’s notice. 

Not that it would help her against monsters, but. That kind of spark deserves protection. Erica has it, Dustin has it. . . . Lucas has been avoiding the Hellfire lunch table lately, but championship bullshit aside he had put in the work to play both games all year. And there’s no question about Max, who on her own just about qualifies as a wildfire.

He wonders if Mike is alright, unreachable out in California for so long it seemed ominous as hell, considering everything else going on.

It occurs to Eddie that he thinks of Nancy, Robin, and Steve—young adults but still young—last. They’re the so-called responsible ones taking care of the kids. 

Although Steve looks out for Robin and Nancy, Eddie doesn’t really see anyone looking out for him because, you know. It’s Steve. Big strong guy, several concussions already under his belt, proven track record of handling himself. . . . That seems to be how he likes it.

“How’re you holding up?” Eddie asks, after a moment of rolling the question around on his tongue. It comes out in a cheeky imitation of Steve but, still, he’s asking.

Steve blinks. “That’s my line.”

“I’m older than you, so I’m pulling rank. Seriously man, your turn to answer the question.”

Looking away, still blinking, Steve doesn’t even seem like he knows how. Eddie gets that; he knows from some of the skeletons in his own closet, the things that are hardest to tell get that way because they’re the hardest to take.

“I’m, uh. . . . I’m fine,” Steve says finally, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing over at Eddie out of the corner of his eye. “The bites don’t hurt as much anymore. I’ve . . . been meaning to thank you, man. For patching me up.”

Feeling brave, Eddie bumps their shoulders together. “You’d’ve done the same for me.”

They stare at each other for a second. Then Steve’s hand encircles his wrist, tugging him unexpectedly into the RV. It’s not until they’re inside with the door closed that Steve says, “Yeah, I would’ve,” and pulls him into a kiss.

It’s a good kiss. And brief, because a moment later Lucas sticks his head in asking for bandaids for Max and Erica. But that single moment suffuses every molecule in Eddie’s body with an enthusiastic yes. Even when Steve mouths ‘Later’ at him and he catches the word because he’s too busy staring at those plush, perfect lips and absently licking his own.He hears the flap of fleshy wings and a whisper of wake up in his ear, but the sky is clear when he peers out the windows.

[c1rcu1t-l0ver-c0pep0d]

L.O.S.S./ Chapter 3: Ceremony

Author's note:

Yes, I only know how to write Plankton, leave me alone 😭

Reading time: ~ 10 mins

Rating: 15+

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Eugene stayed after his girlfriend's funeral, alone with baby Pearl. He knelt over her grave and started crying loudly. Despite being summertime, the rain was pouring. Even God was saddened by this tragedy. Sheldon came (uninvited of course) dressed in a black suit. His hair was neatly tied down, separated into two long, thin braids. Holding a dark green umbrella, he stood for a while in a distance, hesitating whether he should get closer or not.

"What are you waiting for? Go talk to him." Karen's voice from the watch was barely hearable through the sound of the heavy rain. "I don't know, hun. He seems too brokenhearted. I'm probably the last person he'd like to talk to right now. Especially after pretty much all our recent conversations, that ended up with fights..."

And he sure has a heavy hand, he thought to himself.

"Sometimes, I cannot understand the inner mechanizations of your brain. Just a few hours ago, you laughed manically when you learned that the poor woman was dead. Right after, you said "what a tragedy" and started crying because you wished you were still friends with Krabs, so you could be there for him, then you stopped and said "fuck it, he deserved it because he used the recipe for his own benefit and is a big fat jerk", then, without a warning, you dressed in black and came here. And now, you doubt he wants to see you again. Just make a decision already."

"Okay, okay, I'll go. But I'd like you to not interrupt, so I'm turning you off. Love you." Sheldon switched Karen to clock mode and her speaking line turned into a digital clock. He took a deep breath and walked towards his old friend. He stood over Eugene and offered his pack of cigarettes:

"Smoke?" He asked in a serious and calm tone.

"Sheldon?" Eugene got himself together and stood up. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, surprised by what he was seeing.

- Wouldn't it be rude if I weren't here?

- The funeral is over, Sheldon, you're half an hour late. Also, I thought you said hated me... Oh, forget it, just give me a cigarette.

Sheldon put a cigarette between his lips and while lighting it up, he offered the rest of the pack to Eugene. He took a long drag and blew the smoke out. "Oh, but I do hate you." he responded in a low key playful way.

- Then why are you here? To mock me? I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. I swear to God, if you came here to make fun of me I-

- I don't know. I guess I don't hate you enough to leave you alone in the saddest moment of your life.

- But, you didn't even know her.

- Well yeah, but I know how you feel about her, because I know you.

He slightly smiled.

"And because I know I would feel the same if Ka-" he continued to speak through his teeth, but got interrupted by Eugene's desperate voice:

"She was the light of my life...she gave me the greatest gift I could ever receive, my little baby girl" he reached to the stroller for his newborn daughter, held her tight in his arms and continued with tears in his eyes, as they both sat on the wet marble: "and then she left us in a cold world of broken dreams and grief." He couldn't contain himself anymore. Sheldon hesitantly put his arm around Eugene and looked down. After a few minutes, Eugene broke the silence again:

- I wish you will never experience something like this...

Sheldon responded without really thinking. "Well, you know... My wife is technically immortal, so-" Eugene got shocked by that statement. "She what?"

- Yeah...remember that security system I turned into a computer assistant, seven years ago? She's my wife now. We got married last year. Also, she's a supercomputer.

- You crazy son of a bitch. You really meant it. You really found your "one" in that thing. But, don't you ever feel...lonely? I mean, she's just a machine.

For a little while, Eugene was distracted from his grief.

- I haven't felt pretty much anything since our little fight in '88. I almost function automatically since that day. I'm spiritually bankrupt.

Sheldon looked emptily in the distance. He really meant that. The only thing that made him feel actual emotions every now and then was Karen.

- You still had enough emotion to get your ass here, though. And I ask again, why?

- Definitely not to apologize and absolutely not to beg you to be friends with me again. It's just basic instinct I guess. The part of me that is still human.

That was mostly a lie. He wanted an excuse to talk again with his once one and only friend and maybe restore what was lost, but his ego wouldn't let him apologize, even if he was the one who just vanished in the first place.

- Thanks for being by my side, even with your own, unorthodox way.

Sheldon sighed. A battle had started in his heart. Part of him enjoyed seeing Eugene devastated, like he deserved it, because he took advantage of his luck to have the most part of that damned paper, but another part of him saw in the eyes of that man the 16 year old boy who sat on the roof and drank stolen beer with him, that boy who was there when everything seemed to be against him, his one and only friend, who supported and admired him, no matter what. In the end, he only said one thing: "You know, you could come over to my house for a drink or something, get that boulder off you for a while." for Sheldon, smoke and alcohol were the only escape from reality, so he thought it might help.

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To be continued.

[tandytoaster]

I have so much to complain about all the time lately I'm so sorry I'm just like [ head in hands ]

Last year I had 2 friends lie to me repeatedly for months in cahoots (""dating""🤡 each other). 1 I don't care for because he's lied and been sneaky before but the other has like fucking devasted me. Like the last person I would assume to pull one over on me, but about a month into the whole thing I gathered my suspicions and was Right‼️ much to my dismay.

I know I'm regressing here venting online in detail about the dramas of my life but shits getting to me.

Let me paint the picture for you. My 2 irl best friends are who I'm talking about. My ex boyfriend and my best friend of 17 years.

Last year my ex started working at where I'm currently working at, and my best friend just so happened to work there as well. They both put in a good word for me and now I work there and they've since quit ( unrelated ).

I was excited about this because I've never ( and I never will 🤡 ) had an irl friend group of people I know Really well so in the beginning I was really optimistic. My ex was like, "[best friend] is really pretty but I'm not gonna try to date her" and I'm like, "ok I trust u!" I did not trust him but that's a fight that didn't need to happen so I didn't let it.

We all went out 1 night with 2 other friends and it was very fun and I liked it a lot and then like 2 days later me, my ex, and my best friend made plans to go out and do stuff around town But Then I Got Covid so obviously I couldn't go out. They still went out which makes sense but it still like. Hurt because those were Our plans and now I've been excluded from Our plans.

This is when the bullshit started because allegedly when my best friend tried dropping my ex off at his place he held her hostage in her own car (???) saying shit like, "ohhh i wanna kiss u but i shouldnt" for like 2 hours. Ever since then they contiously complained about each other and I've never ever heard a positive thing from either of them about the other.

Not even a month later thats when I'm like, "okay something is up" because my ex sent me a fuckin. Pokemon go gift from the pokestop beside my best friend's house. When, weeks prior she was like, "I DONT WANT HIM TO KNOW WHERE I LIVE I DONT TRUST HIS ASS".

I keep trying to make plans with my best friend but its always, "oh, no I'm too busy with school. I'm too tired to go out" she was at his house the entire time apparently. She confessed to me like 2 months in, I had her come over and she was like, "you're going to hate me you're going to hate me. [ Your ex ] broke up with me. I loved him and he did this to me" SHE DIDNT EVEN TELL ME THEY WERE DATING SHE TOLD ME BY TELLING ME HE BROKE UP WITH HER? And then tried to say she loved him when I know damn well she didn't

I'm pissed at the overall lack of integrity here. Like yes I think it's fucking weird that she decided she wanted to date my ex boyfriend when she knew everything that happened with us from all the good and nice things to why we broke up. This is an individual I have been extremely sentimental about ever since I met him 10 years ago, someone who has been nothing but nice and passive with me (for the most part). And you got in the way of that. You inserted yourself in between my nice sentiments

The other big part of this I fucking hate is, she told me, "I knew there was a chance you would hate me for this and never talk to me again but I still did it I'm so sorry I'm such a bad friend". But You Still Did It! You ran that chance because I am beneath dirt to you, I am WORTHLESS in your eyes. I am not worth keeping. 17 years all for what. I really should have told her to get out of my apartment right then and there but noooo I'm too good at peace keeping and staying rational, to a detrimental amount !!! "I did this thing I assumed you would never talk to me again over" then why did you do it. Why am I worth throwing away. Unforgivable.

And I know what you're thinking, "why are you just mad at her, he was a part of it too" because I expect it from him. He's uncommitted and indecisive with a need for attention and I can handle it and put him in his place so to speak (uphold boundaries) when need be. It's just another day with him, with my best friend this isn't something I ever wanted to be suspicious of ( especially when she would tell me every day how much she hated him when they were 'dating' )

My best friend is the person who introduced me to "girl code". One of the many rules being, "don't go after your friend's ex" FUNNY!!!!!! How funny. She actually introduced this to me many months prior, before her and my ex ever actually met.

See, she was telling me about girl code because another girl in her group was interested in her ex bf. And she didn't like that. Its the hypocrisy, its the double standard. 'Don't do it to me but i can do it to you'. And then later on, some cable guy came into her then-place of employment and one of her coworkers was flirting with him because they thought he was her ex. When she told me this she told me she didn't appreciate her coworker doing that to her. 😇 I wanted to bring up the hypocrisy then and there but I didn't. Because she can't handle conflict. Any and all anger I have with this situation is unproductive and talking about it with her serves no purpose since the situation has ended and what has been done cannot be undone. But it festers inside me. If I get mad at her, she will come back swinging at me because thats what she does with everyone. Someone starts a fight and she digs her knife in and twists.

Thats all just one issue thats been pissing me off since forever and I'll die mad about it I will be so honest. She's ran my ex's name through the mud and has called him a gaslighter ( this i believe hes tried with me when backed into a corner but i dont fall for it ), a narcissist (she calls everyone she hates a narc btw), a woman beater, an abuser. And like. Because I'm her friend, her best friend (supposedly), I want to believe her. But shes also a self confessed chronic liar. And like, I know my ex, I've known him for 10 years and she knew him for 4 months. We saw each other for a little under 2 years and the worst he ever did to me was avoid me, which did hurt, and then ultimately chose to date someone else, which also hurt.

I realize how shitty this all sounds on my end, like, "oh my friend said this dude abused her but i dont believe it", but its because i know him and i know her and i know she lies about everything

She complains constantly about her other friends, has nothing nice to say about them, they're all toxic narcs too in her words. SO THEN I WONDER!!!!! Wtf is she saying about me. I really do wonder. She's very supportive to my face but it wouldn't surprise me if she talks badly about me to her other friends who she complains about to me.

I can only guess what she would complain about regarding me, my guesses are that she thinks I'm annoying [ gestures to my whole self ] and that I'm dirty.

My apartment is a whole mess and I hate it so so so so so much but I don't have the energy to get it clean. I use my energy doing the dishes over and over and over and over and then everything else falls to shit.

And!!!!!! I have a Filthy Disgusting Unhygienic cat 😁

I've had cats my whole life and she knows DAMNNNNNNNN well they are my favourite things in the entire world. So tell me why does she say to my face with such confidence she thinks they're gross and dirty. I think the men you date are ugly as fuck but you don't hear me saying that to you!!!! She's done it twice, first time was the post just below this and the other was 2 days ago where she said if she's going to move in with this other friend he can't have a cat because she thinks they're dirty.

I've also had a suspicion that she's never eaten anything I've baked. I like to bake. Baking is my talent, art is my skill. I like to give treats to my friends. I don't think my best friend has ever eaten anything I've given her. Probably because she thinks I'm dirty. I've never seen her eat anything I've given her, and anything I Have given her she doesn't acknowledge unless if I ask how it was. I Could give her the benefit of the doubt that she doesn't like eating in front of people and just forgets to say anything. But given everything else, again, I'm not that stupid.

I have no plans on stopping being her friend because she's nice to my face i can just play stupid. But idk if she keeps bringing up the cat thing i might have to be like, "hey man. I get it. You think I'm dirty. You don't have to hang out with me if you don't want to"

I love her but she kinda sucks

[ungirthed]

want to make a place for my thots of anything with no viewers if i remember to come on here. i cant believe i keep having to make these since i end up getting followers and interacting. but i'm an adult with shit to do irl and things to fight and this fandom is almost 20y old so idt i will do that. lol. just finished atla like 20y too late cos my parents hated me and my bro watching tv growing up. journaling/blogging thots!!! ugh. i wish i didnt hve adhd and dyspraxia lmao gonna split them up so i dont get overwhelmed reading my bullshit. if u stumble upon this it doesnt make sense sry

politically a lot of critique that i have to think about. character and plot wise it was pretty good and tight esp for a kids show. amazing female characters. can't wait for the bi agenda from LoK but i may take a while for that. p much i have to say these are great characters and i could talk a lot about them but i'm shocked at what i took away with regards to the romantic rships from the show and the characterization via it.

re love lines:

i wish kataang was written better in the show (MY opinion if any1 stumbles upon this). i don't ~ship~ zutara bc i am an adult and even back then no cos who cares lol but i see the appeal and am attracted to that. i do think we have to retire the trope of the "both sides but falling in love" not because it isn't possible but because post 10/7 (free palestine) i don't think it's worth it to look at it this way anymore. until someone proves themselves not worthy of death because of the resistance fighting back then they NEED TO PROVE THEMSELVES IMMEDIATELY. no more of this i'm in a concentration camp but he's a nazi bullshit. no more i'm a slave but he's the slave master's son (i mean in this case u could have been related but no1 listens to me!) it's repetitive, reductive, and untrue.

that being said: i just never care about the typical bildungsroman love story. you see the One Person bc i guess the kids tasked with saving the world have to be monk-adjacent (in aang's case quite literally) bc understandably theyre so fucked up lol. but it's always sooooo boring to me esp if it's f/m.

katara is such a complex character and mae whitman brings a wisdom to her voice that can be frustrating to connect with for me but her character arc, her strength, her MIND, her heart, and her fists. i think ppl probs like zutara the most when shes' going batshit and no one can understand aang's perspective. but aang is one of a kind and the cutest smartest sweetest loser ever. not my fav char but i love him. he's like if i had a younger brother and not an older one lmao.

of course they're (kataang) together. they were meant to be from the moment they saw e/o and that stupid cave kiss...this is why you don't wait until 32 to watch this lol.

but nothing surprised me and it was meant to be the way it was written. that's also why i find it understandable but shocking people in the universe and apparently outside of it were surprised at aang's turmoil over ozai. like are you joking? he's a 12 year old vegetarian monk. which: i loved his vegetarianism and obviously he was going to be but very casually they put in a line that hints as to why he would be and why many of us are...so i am dedicated to it again.

so wrt that and zutara...the episode where he's with her with the dude that killed her moms and his support of her i can see why people like them. the cave ep obviously but this show is veryyyyy free with affection i noticed and there's some jealousy but they all get over that pretty quickly. i read some of the comics and i could see different rships happening and i definitely think this world lends to queerness (me personally i love monogamy but a certain type lol so not rly interested in much poly but i do like a throuple) but i could see most being bi+ or having identified as that in the past, or labeling themselves but nto limiting. that's just an aside for meee...

so like katara was being katara. i could see suki and zuko being romantic but also a deep friendship that could be deeply affectionate either affect or physically or both bc that's who these ppl are. katara is a very intense person and that's part of why she can be annoying. that's part of why they ALL can be overwhelming. theyre intense, traumatized, repressed kids and teens with mostly good hearts (or just a person so disconnected from herself but also a fascist so u know. her going nuts lol)

hmm what else oh yea. so i came away with maiko......gjpasig the show was paced and plotted well. i am a libertarian communist (anarcho-commie) so MANNNNN i wish they did better on that front but again i must remember i am 32, ancom, and the world is diff. but anyway lmao so team avatar is who i would want to spend time with but i got so interested in mai and ty lee (mailee...). that beach ep conversation was so good, that whole ep, their argument. it was extremely teenage and showed how fucked up they all are. how confused and fucking lost and pathetic. how small their lives are. how boring....so mai...