#also i keep my chat off so if she was mad at me during the game . . i will never know..........

[immren]

im still laughing over the overwatch game i played last night, where the enemy team had a widowmaker that was destroying my team, so i went sombra to spawn camp her (sorry but ihate snipers with a burning passion) and my team ended up winning

she sent me a friend request after the game ended so i knew she really wanted to call me every slur imaginable. how i know that?

the level 1 endorsement and the assassin title LMFAO

[hyuckswoman]

mark being jealous

« Remind me where you’re going again? » your boyfriend says. you were trying your best to contain your irritation as you probably told him like fifteen times already. 

« Mark, you know where I’m going, why do you keep asking me? » you answer getting up from the couch where you guys were sitting watching a movie as you needed to get ready

« just to make sure that you were really going to your high school reunion where the guy you spent your whole high school years being in love with is also there, only handsomer and richer and also just really into you. » your boyfriend says as you sigh. 

Yes, your unrequited high school crush was going to be there, yes, he had a glow up, yes he asked you out not long ago so he is into you. But all of that did not matter, you were sure Mark was the absolute love of your life. It frustrated you that he did not understand that whether your old crush was there or not did not matter. you were only going there in hopes to rekindle friendships that you’re grown out of during the past few years 

« look, instead of spending your whole evening overthinking what I could possibly be doing there just come with me? I’ve already offered you to come, hell mark I want you to come! I don’t understand why you refuse to tag along but complain about god knows what I might be doing with some random guy I haven’t thought of in years » you say. you probably asked him ten times already over the past two days if he wanted to come but he kept on saying no for some reason

« I don’t wanna be the only guy not from your high school there, I don’t want to feel like the odd one out. » your boyfriend says, is that why he didn’t want to come?? 

« Mark, literally everybody that’s in a relationship is bringing their partner, which I thought I’d do too because I also want to show you off, like yea that’s my man not yours stay mad you know? » you reply as you hear your boyfriend sigh out of relief « no go get ready I don’t want to be late, I’ll tell you all you need to know about everyone on the way. » you say as mark heads upstairs to get ready whilst cheering because you guys were going to be gossiping 

« oh my god y/nnnnnn it’s been a while how are you?? you look so good oh my god definitely had a glow up there » of course. it was typical of meghan (don’t ask just coming up with random names) to give you passive aggressive comments like those, you quickly look at your boyfriend who just gives you a weird look in return « meghan, yea it’s been a while are you still with that one boyfriend of yours or was he also not the one? » you ask. good thing you had grown a backbone throughout the years. it was kind of funny seeing the confusion leave your boyfriend’s face after you said her name, you had mentioned meghan during the debrief and how she wasn’t always the nicest.

« hi y/n, hi Mark it’s great to see you guys, y/n you look as good as I had remembered, Mark I like your shoes. » your old crush, jack (again, random names sorry) says 

« oh thanks, Mark helped me get ready that’s why I look extra good, it’s cause he made this outfit with love. » you say in a lighthearted tone. you wanted jack to understand his place as well as give Mark reassurance but you wanted to do that without animosity. I mean you guys just got there. 

as you were getting up to refill your cup you looked at Mark smiling at how he was getting along with some people you only recall positive memories of. it was nice seeing your boyfriend mix with the people that represent your childhood. it makes it feel like he’s always been there, and it’s always been Mark and you against the world. 

« you look happy » you hear a voice say, as you turn around you see jack (you presumed he also went to refill his cup) 

« M am. so much » you reply smiling to yourself knowing damn well that the man who’s currently chatting with your past is the reason for this happiness 

« I’m sorry by the way, if I made you feel uneasy, I swear that when I asked you out I didn’t know you were in a relationship. Had I known, I would’ve never asked, I’m not like that you know » he says, you can see him fidgeting awaiting your response 

« Honestly it’s no biggie, when I turned you down you were really respectful about it, there’s nothing to blame your behaviour was impeccable, I mean it » you say as you hear him sigh out of relief 

« what do you want to drink? I assume you were heading here to fill your cup «  he says reaching his hand out for you to give him your cup 

« honestly, whatever you’re drinking is fine » you say as you’re handing out your cup 

« what have you been to? we haven’t talked in ages » you say trying to make conversation (plus you were genuinely curious as to what he’s been up to) 

« I went to law school and graduated early so I’m actually a full-time lawyer at Kirkland & Ellis, it’s been… stressful but fun so far » he answers 

« holy shit Kirkland & Ellis?? did you graduate from Harvard?? how the fuck did you get in such a big firm » you ask, this was no small achievement 

« Stanford, actually yea I couldn’t believe it either when I got the acceptance letter » he says, you could see him get shy at the praises you were throwing at him 

« woah Stanford okay my bad.. righttt I remember now you graduated high school early, oh my god remember when ryan got so mad at you because his girlfriend was really into you so he poured dirty mop water all over you?? that was crazy » you say laughing. you still remember it as if it happened yesterday, it was THE drama of the whole year, people were gossiping non-stop

« dude don’t remind me I had to ride the bus and I stank so bad.. the smell was foul and when I came home my mom yelled at me so much I wanted to die of embarrassment » he says as you guys are both laughing slowly heading back to the group of people (and your man, of course)

You were all smiles and giggles being happy that the situation with jack was sorted out, and you were excited to reassure Mark that he had nothing to worry about because jack was a good man who won’t ever cross your boundaries. That excitement was cut short when you sat back down next to Mark who seemed… off? he wasn’t smiling. And honestly, it looked as if he was pissed but he couldn’t be because there was no reason to…right? 

« Mark, jack graduated from Stanford can you believe it?? he even works at like the biggest law firm ever, isn’t it cool? » you say hoping to ease the tension

« yea. that’s cool. congrats » Mark says as jack looks at you and you look back apologetically, why was he acting like that?

« Hey, is something wrong? Did I piss you off or something» you whisper in your boyfriend’s ear

« no. we’re fine. I’m fine » Mark says not even looking at you. Oh. You definitely pissed him off. you decided to sit back and shut up, you didn’t want to piss him off more. what the fuck did you do to piss him off in the first place though? 

A couple of hours later, you decided it was time to leave, even though you were having fun Mark wasn’t and you didn’t want him to stay like this. you also hoped you could talk to him if you guys were alone because you still couldn’t figure out why he had been acting so cold with you. if you were completely honest it hurt your feelings and also kind of humiliated you having your boyfriend act like this in front of so many people (that you hadn’t seen in a long time too) when you were gushing about him the whole evening 

You guys were on the highway when you decided to break the silence « Alright Mark, what’s up with you? What did I do » you ask facing him 

« I don’t know why don’t you ask jack? » your boyfriend says 

« huh? What is that supposed to mean? » you say

« I don’t know, I think I might be referring to you laughing your ass off with him in the kitchen or to his fingers lingering on yours for too long as you were handing your cup or even to the ‘Mark jack is so much smarter and richer and he’s so impressive woah’ but I might not be referring to that at all too, who knows man, maybe jack? » 

« first of all, don’t talk to me as if I’m stupid. Second of all, just so you know we were talking about how happy you make me and he apologized for asking me out when I’m in a relationship. but you obviously couldn’t know because you preferred to act like a dick towards me basically showing everyone how unhappy you were to not only be here but be with me, but yea you’re right maybe I’ll ask jack » you say turning your back to him facing the window. 

you couldn’t believe him. Sure, he was allowed to feel jealous but acting like an ass even though you’ve done nothing to anger him? you were upset at how he treated you 

«  fuck, you should’ve told me earlier now jack is going to think I’m the biggest asshole ever, I went up to him before he left and basically told him to fuck off » you hear your boyfriend say. Man, he was worried about jack right now??? no fucking way 

« right because it makes so much sense to be worried about what a man, that you won’t ever see again by the way, might think of you. » you say hoping the sarcasm is enough to make him realize how stupidly he’s acting right now 

« I’m sorry » he answers to which you only reply ok, he was pissing you off 

as you guys were coming in the house, Mark decided to break the silence again « I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to project whatever I was feeling onto you » he says 

« I understand Mark. The issue doesn’t lie in the fact that you were jealous it’s because of the tone you take whenever you explain to me whatever I did to piss you off. I’m not a child, I’m also not stupid. We’re both grown adults and you have to respect me a little more because hearing your condescending tone pisses me off. I really don’t care if you’re jealous, that’s a boundary I’ll have to respect in the future because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but our relationship will only work if you put in efforts as well. except of course, if you don’t want it to work » you say. 

During the rest of the car trip you had calmed down. you thought about the whole thing and decided to just explain your feelings because even though it kinda was a recurring argument, you reminded yourself that despite how perfect he is, Mark is a man, and he forgets. 

« I know and I’m sorry. I know I say this every time but I really mean it, I promise I’ll work on my issues with jealousy because man, it gets so bad, like tonight, you weren’t doing anything and I got pissed. so I’m sorry. And I’ll watch my tone. I know I have an issue with communicating my feelings when I’m mad and so I use that tone for it to hurt less but you don’t deserve this. And it’s a personal issue I need to fix instead of putting it onto you. I’m really sorry. I understand if you want me to sleep on the couch for tonight » you boyfriend says apologetically. 

You had planned to stay mad at him for like an extra two hours but how could you with this?? It was kind of annoying how he could persuade you so easily. You basically didn’t have any choice but to forgive him right now. It sucked to be in a relationship with a good man. 

« Mark I forgive you, it’s really no big deal just watch your tone. Also don’t think I’ll forget tho, when this happens again I’ll beat you up » you say warning him. Yes, you were forgiving him this time but you meant it when you’ll say you’ll beat him up if it happens again, because, it’s kinda crazy the audacity this man has. 

« it won’t happen again though, I swear I’ll really work on myself. Soooooo… no couch for me tonight? » your boyfriend asks you while coming closer 

« no couch for you tonight. » you answer whilst being engulfed in a hug coming from said man. 

Maybe forgiving him was extra easy because you like him so much. Either way, it felt good to be okay with the love of your life. 

[artificialbreezy]

Omg dad Noah is the cutest but could you imagine him being so much more protective of his pregnant partner

i feel like Noah is just protective of the ones he loves period but when he sees the little plus sign on that stick it’s like something changes in him. he takes you EVERYWHERE. your midwife will be on the tour with you because god forbid anything happen to you. you guys find out when he’s on tour, your standing in a random hotel bathroom in New York and your pacing bc you’re so worried it’s gonna fuck up his career but Noah is anxiously waiting bc he wants his to be positive so bad. he hasn’t told you but he’s been thinking about this for months now. he hears the timer go off and looks at you and says “you wanna check it or do you want me too?” and you just kinda shrug and he checks it and his eyes immediately water and your stomach drops straight to your ass because you think he’s gonna leave and he looks at you with the happiest eyes and biggest smile, “baby, we’re gonna be parents!” and you’re like “wait. you’re not mad?” and he’s like “oh my god no. i’m so excited. we’re gonna have a little us running around before we know it.” and he’s immediately making plans for you to move in so he can watch you because he refuses to leave you alone. he’s gotta keep an eye on you. he makes sure you take your prenatal every morning, if you want any sort of take out he’s on his way to get it, when you show any sign of pain or discomfort he’s immediately asking “what’s wrong? do we need to go to the hospital? how can i help? baby why don’t you sit down?” and you’re like “noah i’m fine it’s okay, im growing a whole ass human inside my stomach. my guts have moved to make room for your baby-“ he’d interrupt you so fast, “our baby.” and you’d just smile and sit down like he said so he’d calm down. now he can’t keep his eyes on you 100% of the time. like when he’s on stage. but he’s also worried about the loudness of the venue being too much for your little ole body to handle now that your 7 months pregnant, so he makes you sit in the back with Davis. he’ll run back to the room during song breaks to check on you. he’s totally missed his cue a couple times because he got caught up feeling his baby kick. when he got back to the stage, he’d announce “sorry guys my girlfriend’s here and our baby was kicking like crazy and she never lets me feel her kick so i HAD too”. If noah has an interview he’s texting you the whole time and he’s making Jolly, Folio, and Nick keep their EYE on you. and he knows you wouldn’t tell him if something was up because he’s busy so he’s message the band group chat asking for the opinions on how you are and it’s always. she just has lunch or she’s sitting on the couch. it brings him ease knowing his family is keeping you safe when he can’t. bro and when you go into labor? he is your voice, your advocate. you guys talked so much about your birth plan (he wrote it all down so it would go according to plan) and when the hospital (if the hospital) is being picky he shuts it down FAST. “we are doing this the way she wants. no ands, ifs, or buts about it. the only reason we’re stepping outside of this plan is if it’s life or death”. he definitely would talk you through the pushing, he’d hold your hand, kiss your forehead. it broke his heart seeing you crying because of the pain but he knew you’d be okay. when he heard the cries of his little baby, the man wouldn’t be able to hold back his tears. he’d look at you, tears streaming down his face, “you did it mama.”

i got so carried away with this omfg

[dulcewrites]

Fool Me Once (part 4)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader (wc: 4.5k)

Summary: Your paranoia spikes as the safety of your children is put into question. Familiar faces come to King’s Landing as the fight for power continues to grow.

A/N: When I posted the first part, I had no idea this would be the response i get, let alone that I would be making multiple parts. I’m so grateful for all the support I have gotten, and I hope to keep writing hotd stuff y’all enjoy. This part will span events that happened in ep 8 of the show. Ep 9 and 10 will be part 5 🫶🏽🫶🏽. Hope y’all like it, and PLEASE come talk to me. Love chatting about fmo

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You tried to make it to your chambers without disturbing the party. Your father seemed confused by you sudden departure after Jayne pulled you away from him.

Ser Quinton insisted going into the chambers before you. There was a sick part of you that hoped she was in there. Waiting for Aemond; or better yet, waiting for you. At least if you saw her, you would feel less… mad. The descent to insanity may be held off by finally putting a face to worst time of your life. You think about the knife trick Quinton had taught you, and if he was right when he said it led to a slow death.

Your bottom lip wobbles when you walk into the room and see red. Alaric’s cot is smeared with blood. Whoever did this did not go to his nursery, they came here knowing you also have a place for him when he is extra restless in the night.

Quinton gives you a look. He can tell you are about to panic and reaches out for your arm. Lord Larys stands there, a dubious look on his face.

“You know it is quite rude to leave you own party. Mother told me to come get you,” Aegon strolls in casually with a lazy smile, and goblet in his hand. His smile falters when he sees the blood and the look on your face. “Seven Hells.”

“We need to tell the Queen,” Quinton pipes up after a beat of silence.

Your mind strays to what Alicent could have said to her son. What Aemond could have said to Alys. The woman that have haunted your thoughts for moon now being in Red Keep… in the room where you rest your head.

You look down at the bloody box, your hands stained red. Time seems to slow down and speed up as you think of what to do.

“This is your house sigil,” you turn to Larys ignoring Quinton’s request. “She was here. That bastard witch was here. She touched my child’s things.”

There’s a vibrating anger that courses through your body. It was not good enough to have your husband, or carry his child. Now she must resort to messing your child, to trying to goad you into a something.

Well, if that is was she wants…

Lord Larys raises a single brow, looking at the box quizzically. A normally self assured and smarmy man just as put out as you. “Maybe we should follow Ser Quinton’s idea by telling Queen Alicent.”

“Tell me what? The feast is about to start.”

Alicent’s rich tone cut through the room, and the four of you turn towards the chamber doors.

“What is all of this,” she gets a familiar furrow in her brow when she sees the blood stained box in your hands. Her doe eyes going from you, to her son, to Quinton, then to Larys before landing on the bloodied cot near the bed.

Alicent rushes into the room, and over to you. You watch as her face falls when she sees Strong sigil edtched in the box and Alaric’s blanket.

“This does not make any sense,” she mutters, shaking her head.

Your eyes flicker quickly over to Aegon, who has an I told you so look on his face. It sets in that any possible reprimand that Alicent gave Aemond was also met with giving him a chance to repair the situation. He had a chance to make a choice, and still chose wrongs. Your imbecile husband.

It is almost a joke at this point. He must really enjoy making you look foolish. That is the only explanation. Before you ask Alicent what she said to him during their talk, a flash of silvery hair at the door catches your eye.

There had been times you thought about killing Aemond. A slip of poison in the goblet, or smothering him with a pillow. Even more lately since you two share a room again. Not ideas you were ever proud of, especially when you thought about your children not having their father in their lives. Living with the grief of a dead father the rest of their lives.

But there’s something about this moment that makes you think you and your kids would be just fine without him. Just fine away from all these people.

“What is going on,” Aemond cautiously walks in, clearly apprehensive of the collection of people in the room. “Your parents are asking for us.”

“Aemond, you should go ba-,” Alicent starts. She is using the voice you have heard her put on when speaking to members of court. Collected and stern.

“This is your fault,” your voice trounces out hers. You move past Alicent and throw the box at his feet. “Your whore left us a gift.”

Aemond leans down to look at Alaric’s blanket. His shoulders stiffening instantly when he sees the box. He looks over at his mother. You have learned that they have their own little language through looks. A connection that can only be expected through mother and child. It only infuriates you more.

“She would not do this.”

Aemond shakes his head in disbelief, and you throw your hands up in frustration. The blood from them now starting to stain your dress. Your favorite purple dress tainted.

“Is her cunt so magical that it is making you blind in both eyes,” you hiss. “She came into this room, and soaked your son’s blanket in blood. Gods know whose blood.”

“My wife-“

You hold a hand up to stop him.

“You have already shown you have no respect for me, but if you think I am going to let your love affair with her effect my children, you are more foolish than I thought.”

Your eyes drifts down the small dagger around his waist. One slit to the throat is all you need. There’s a strange sense of adrenaline that runs through you.

A blood lust.

“We need to all keep our composure, fighting will do no good,” Alicent steps in between you two. “…. And we must remember our stations.”

She eyes you when she says the last part of the sentence.

“Before we jump to any other conclusions, let’s get one of the maidservants to clean this room up, and I’ll see to it that extra guards are sent to all the living quarters. We will discuss how to go forward after the feast.”

Alicent grabs Aemond’s arm in an attempt to pull him out of the room. Your vision blurs with anger. Jump to conclusions? Playing coy and hurt has gotten you nowhere. Your mother was wrong all those years ago; keeping your head is not the always answer.

“That is not going to work my Queen,” Alicent turns back around with a frustrated look in her eyes. “This a threat towards Alaric. And your son’s disrespect of his marriage is directly responsible; what other conclusion is there?”

She sighs before walking back over to you. Alicent takes your hand softly and lays the other over yours.

“Sweetling, do not let jealousy cloud your judgment,” the sweet tone of her voice makes your throat tight. “Anger will not change what happened.”

There is something about the way she is looking at you that reminds of when you used to go hunting with your father. A hobby you hated, but were forced to do when you were younger. You are the doe or wild sheep being toyed with before being slaughtered. Made submissive once the chase is too much to bear.

She hopes you will eventually grow tired of running. That you will take each blow gracefully… Just like she has, just like is expected of a dutiful wife. Is that not what sacrifice is; to become a cold carcass for the dragons to feed on.

Even with people on your side in the room, you have never felt so alone.

“He’s your grandson,” there’s a desperation in your voice that makes you feel so small. Your eyes move past her to Aemond. “He is your blood.”

Your husband is the one that set this all into motion, and you still have to be the one the beg for sympathy. Sympathy for you, and for your children.

“You know I would not want anything to happen to him,” Aemond addressed you with a low voice. Alicent nods in agreement. You bite your tongue that you taste blood.

“Fine, if you both want to make this right, we can do this my way,” you return the farcical sweet voice.

Alicent’s brown eyes darken a bit. As if she knows where you are going with this. You let go of her hand to turn towards Ser Quinton and Lord Larys.

“I want her gone… permanently.”

Quinton’s eyes widen a bit. There had been hushed whispers in the past. Funnily enough, your chivalric knight had the same idea Aegon did. Kill her before it gets too far.

“Sweet daughter, you are not thinking clearly,” the desperation that was once in your voice has now transferred to Alicent’s.

“She made a threat against the son of a Prince of the Realm. That is treason, and calls for punishment.”

“That is enough,” Aemond raises his voice. An unwavering glare pointed on your direction. “This discussion is over.”

You stare in disbelief as he walks out the room. Alicent looks as if she wants to say something, but just sighs and follows her son out. Lord Larys does not even give you a glance as we walks by, trying to catch up to Alicent. Silence permeates in the room, as you stare at the door. Foolishly expecting one of them to turn back around.

“We can figure something out,” Aegon finally speaks up.

A lump grows in your throat. You look down at the dried blood on your hands and dress.

“Give me the room please,” you mutter to him and Quinton. Neither of them move. “I need to change. Just please go.”

Your voice cracks at the end. They both have seen you cry before, more times than you are proud of. But there is something different about this time. More painful; more humiliating. You do not want to be seen this way.

“I will be outside if you need me,” Quinton says softly.

When the door finally shuts, your legs give out from under you. A sob caught in your throat as you take in the room. Your watery eye land on the chest full of dresses. Some a deep red, others vivid green. Pristine and pressed.

Your life sullied… just like your favorite purple dress.

The feast goes as expected. People dote on Daella and Alaric. Aemond and Alicent keep their distance; Alicent spares you sympathetic glances when she thinks you are not looking. Your mother does not seem to pick up on your discomfort. Your father, on the other hand, continues to give you puzzled looks throughout. Especially when you came back in a different dress.

There was a rush of relief that follows when your father suggest the children visiting your home. Anything that gets you away from King’s Landing is welcomed. Even if it is for a short time.

Your worries seems to get push to the side when news of Lord Corlys Velaryons declining health hits the Red Keep. The Queen, who already spends her days caring for a sick king, must now concern herself with the issues that arise from a sick lord.

Daella and Alaric have not left you sight. Much to her surprise and enjoyment, you even joined Daella in the Dragonpit and in the library for her lessons. The constant vigilance extends to them coming with you to the Grand Sept.

Jayne keeping them company, and Quinton watching on as you kneel in front of the candles.

There is so much for you to pray for, you do not know where to begin. Before you eyes can flutter shut, a voice interrupts you.

“I was hoping to find you here,” the familiar deep timber of Lord Hightower’s voice.

He kneels beside you with a gruff groan. Otto Hightower is not a man you speak with often, and by choice. An intimating man through and through.

“I am glad to see you are well,” he starts blowing out one of the incense sticks. “Especially after what happened at the feast.”

As Hand of the King, and now acting in place of Viserys as his health declines, it should not surprise you he knows. It is his job to know everything, but mentions of your behavior still makes you shift nervously.

“It is a shamed. What bullishness can bring; Aemond has always been too proud for his own good, even when wrong.”

You furrow your eyes, and turn to look at him as he continues.

“You and your children are very important to this family, especially now,” he says softly.

He means your money is important to him. He means the fleet that sits on the outside west of Westeros is important to him.

“So, if you still want that problem taken care of permanently. There are those that would be happy to find her and do that.”

Talk of murder in the sept… the irony is not lost on you. Killing Alys means possibly murdering a child. It was one the reasons why you felt so guilty about what happened at the feast. Larys had told you sick rumors, one about what she does to her children. Though your expectation of her are low, you can not imagine even her doing such heinous things. Her state leaves you utterly confused.

Your silence seems to give him all the answers he needs.

“I will leave you to your prayers,” Otto starts to get up.

Alaric’s babbling grows as Daella rubs his head while Jayne holds him. Your babies.

You grab Otto’s hand before he can fully get up.

“After the deed is done, bury her near Harrenhal. Let her be on her ancestral home,” you say lowly, eyes trained on your children before flittering over to his.

Otto gives you a head and a smile before getting up.

Targaryens take care of their own. It is time you do the same. The Mother will understand.

Aemond is tense, even more than usual. At first you thought he knew. That maybe he could smell the anguish on you. The suspicions of him knowing about you giving his grandsire the go ahead diminished when you learned that Rhaenyra and her family were coming back to the Red Keep.

With the Driftmark claim up in the air, the castle is expecting many visitors.

A part of you can not blame Aemond for being on guard. The history between the other side of his family is bad for obvious reasons. There will also be a divide and uneasy feeling now.

It is the anxious feeling that washes over when you see Prince Daemon walking towards you. Instinctively clutch Alaric closer to you, bouncing him as he begins to fuss. With all the self-assurance in the world, there is something eye catching about the bravado Daemon Targaryen has. His confidence would be a trait you admired if it did not often go hand in hand with his arrogance.

The last time you saw the Prince was at your wedding. A surprise to everyone, especially Alicent and Viserys. The joy Viserys showed when seeing his brother dimmed when Daemon made it clear he was not staying afterwards. Lady Baela and Lady Rhaena, his daughters, sending well wishes and gorgeous jewelry. Pearls from the Driftmark Seas and rubies earrings that you are sure from Pentos. Your family frequented Pentos during the summers when you were younger, the three of you crossing paths briefly during that time.

His appearance at your wedding was a confusing to both Aemond and you, especially since he came alone. No Rhaenyra in sight. A crude choice on the princess’ part your mother remarked.

“Ah there is my niece and my grandnephew,” his smile is bright. Brighter than you expected considering why he is here, and the state his brother is in.

You were expecting a cold reception, one to the match the treatment they received. You exchanged a knowing look with Aegon when all of you were told not to greet them on their arrival.

A fake smile fights to replace the furrowed look on your face.

“Prince Daemon, I hope your trip from Dragonstone was well,” you catch how his eyes instantly go to Alaric in your arms. The Godswood is quiet except for you two, and the sound of chirping birds.

“Would have been smoother on dragon back,” he shrugs. “I am glad to see all is well.”

He holds his arms out expectedly. You blink at him, and his blinks back; realizing he is not one to back down, you gently hand over Alaric. Alaric tiny hand reaches out to touch the shiny material of Daemon’s coat.

Daemon resolves brightens even more when Alaric is placed in his arms. You know him and Rhaenyra have had children, with one on the way. You wonder if that positive disposition has been shown to Baela and Rhaena. Or even to Rhaenyra’s other children.

“He looks like his father,” he gives you a sly smile. This time you can not try to muster up a fake smile. “How is he, your husband?”

He is goading you. Even from the handful of times you have been around Daemon, you know he likes playing these games. Riddles and leg pulling; he likes knocking people on their asses. It is the warrior in him.

“He is doing well,” short and sweet, the best way to go you think. Daemon gives you smirk in return. As if in his head, he is laughing at a joke that you are clearly not in on. You tilt your head in confusion.

“That is good to hear,” he does nothing to squash the curious look on your face. The uneasiness comes back. Thankfully before it can go any further, Helaena calls your name from across the garden, stating that Daella wanted to show you something. You can tell by the smile she gives you, it is a lie. You are once again reminded of why you are eternally grateful to call her sister.

“Duty calls.”

His tone is light but his eyes say something more. What they say is something you are still unsure of. He hands Alaric back to you. As you walk away, you can feel his eyes on your back.

The fleeting happiness you got from seeing Baela and Rhaena came to a screeching halt once the petitions are heard the Great Hall.

Who held the throne of Driftmark after Lord Corlys eventually passes was of no consequences. Everyone knew this was for something bigger. To call Lucerys Velaryon’s claim into question meant calling his mother’s as well. There was a sense of disappoint that tugs at you when the doors swept open to show a hunched, and rotting Viserys. His ability to prioritize Rhaenyra over his other children should not surprise you, but as a mother it still makes you upset. You can’t imagine not fiercely defending both of your kids equally. You see the looks on Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena’s faces; it tells you everything, more than the look on Rhaenyra’s.

You raise a brow at Rhaena from across the room when her grandmother announces her and her sister’s betrothals. She shrugs back at you. You want to let out a sardonic laugh. Another generation of girls bound by what good for their parents, bound by what will be good for others.

Thoughts are broken by Lord Vaemond Velaryon’s angry words ringing out. His actions may not be what you have done, but you understand his ire. There is a irony to House Targaryen, one that fiercely protects its own blood to the point of incest, snuffing out another house.

Daemon has a look in his eye. Much like the one he gave you when he asked about Aemond. He is itching for a reason to say or do something. Vaemond gives the perfect opportunity.

Loud gasp fall over the Great Hall when Vaemond body and head hit the ground… separate from each other. Both Helaena and you instinctively turn away in shock. You do not consider yourself a squeamish person, but there is something about it that makes your stomach churn. Aemond’s hand goes to yours, and he squeezes it. You can’t remember the last time you two have held hands.

It could be the obviously grotesque nature of it all. Or how inconsequential lives seem to those who get in the way of this family. It makes you think of Alys. Are you like that now? Years of being in this family making it easy for you to digest moving pieces on a board?

Vaemond’s body gets carried out, with Rhaenys following closely behind. The Queen Who Never Was; life riddled with loss, and now her good brother can be added to the list. You wait for Aemond to let go of your hand, but once Rhaenyra and Alicent finish watching Viserys leave the Great Hall, she sets her eyes on you.

“I was hoping we could have tea,” she eyes Aemond who makes no effort to move from semi in front of you.

Rhaenyra is a hard person to say no to, and she clearly knows it. So, when you simply nod, she gives you smile. She holds out her arm for you to take it. As you two walk out of the Great Hall, you look back. You expect to see Aemond or Aegon looking at you, but instead your eyes catch Alicent’s.

A sad look of longing etched into her pretty face.

“They are darling,” Rhaenyra remarks in a hushed tone as you two watch Daella interact with little Aegon and Viserys. Alaric resting near the two of you.

Jayne had made sure tea and mini tarts had been brought to the Princess’ chambers.

“I am secretly hoping this one is a girl.”

She smiles softly at you, rubbing her swollen belly. You know she must crave that bond between mother and daughter, especially after the untimely death of her own.

“I was surprised you wanted to have tea,” the small talk was sweet, but you knew it was leading to something else. Your walls up even more after your conversation with her husband.

“I was worried that you might have took me not coming to your wedding as… a slight on you,” she starts. “That was never the case. I just felt that it would be best for me and my children to stay away.”

Outside of the snide comment made my your mother and Alicent, her absence did not concern you. You keep that you think Aemond was happy she was not there to yourself. It had been years, and you could count on one hand how many times you thought about it.

“Jacaerys was quite upset with me,” she laughs a bit. “I think he wanted to see if it was actually happening. Uncle Aemond getting married to pretty girl from court.”

You did not return the laugh. You knew little of her oldest boys, the only things you have heard came from Aemond and Aegon. Not positive representations you are sure.

“As we move past that, I want to say that if you need anything, I am here. If you need any help… any advice or a place to stay. You are welcome at Dragonstone.”

The words make your wandering eyes snap to hers. Rhaenyra gives you a look. The Realm’s Delight sitting across from you in all her glory. Her form of intimidation is different from her husband or her half brothers. A presence that is hard to come by, and even more difficult to replicate.

They know.

You don’t know how, but they do. They are dangling it in front of your face. Taunting you, and your crumbling marriage. Showing weakness at this point will do you no good, not until you have proof or an explanation.

“Thank you Princess,” you lean over to pick up Alaric gently. You need to get out of here. “If I need any advice on fickle men, I will come to you. I know have your fair share of experience with that.”

Rhaenyra’s confident look flatters a bit. She hums softly.

“Daella love, let us go see how grandmother is doing,” you pick an excuse to leave. The mention of Alicent makes Rhaenyra frown. Her light eyes darkening with sadness.

As you leave the the Princess’ chambers, it comes to you. How the hell did Aemond and Alys even meet?

You have seen first hand that being around her grandchildren is the only time Alicent happy. Unabashedly sweet and warm; dimples on full display. The two of you had not had a real conversation since the feast, but you knew better than to keep your kids away from their grandmother. It was the quickest way to anger her.

“Rhaenyra would not do that,” her tone reminds you so much of her son. So certain, as if it was an insult to question the virtue of the people they… love. “Maybe she actually wants to help.”

“They both know. I cannot explain it, but they know about Alys or they at least know she was here.”

Her shoulder slump as Alaric reaches out to touch the large seven pointed star dangling from her neck. Alicent’s ability to defend Rhaenyra will always leave you a bit speechless. If one of the boys ever said something disparaging about their half-sister, Alicent was the first to give them a warning look. She was allowed to be upset, they were not. A fractured relationship being held together by longing.

“I understand it…. How hard it is,” you shuffle closer to her. “Having your mind consumed by someone who does not extend that same grace for your feelings.”

“I did not think she would go after the children,” Alicent whispers. “I get why you would want her…”

She trails off. Her big eyes get glassy, and she swallows thickly. She does not say anything as she looks into fire. She reminds you of a painted tapestry. Beautiful and tragic.

“Princess Rhaenyra may not have orchestrated anything. But do we put it past Prince Daemon?”

“We will figure it out,” Alicent says after a bit of silence. “You are right, something is off.”

A thought comes to your mind. “Do you know what Prince Daemon for Aemond as wedding gift?”

Daemon never got you a gift, simply giving you the ones Baela and Rhaena sent. But you vividly remember him getting Aemond something. Alicent thinks for a second for her brows raise in realization.

“A book of stories about warriors from the across the Realm,” how was he putting that to good use, “Oh, a map of the red keep. I silly wedding gift if you ask me.”

She shrugs. Your eyes go to fire to. A map seems inconsequential enough, but as your growing paranoia seeps into everything it becomes clear.

You must find this map.

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[sacred-coffin]

Rubbing my grubby little hands together. It's time to bipolar Terzo.

And, one thing for the record, I'm bipolar! So I know what I'm talking about and I'm projecting a little and that's valid

I tried to rewrite my bullet points from my google doc to sound... nicer and more professional, but it didn't feel right. So y'all are getting the raw unfiltered version from when I infodumped about this in a discord chat, hope you like it :)

ONE . He has big overarching aspirations, but also mad depressive episodes. These get in the way of him completing his goals and also make things fuzzy along the way.

He's got this big city, big social change, all of these huge goals and life paths he wants to follow. And there are times where he's really set and driven on working on it! Especially when people are egging him on, like when he was a cardinal. I imagine he had a lot of sustained manic or hypomanic episodes while he was a cardinal.

Being very dead set on a goal, possibly losing sleep over it, putting all of your time and effort on it...Also however you want to interpret the cream pies comment (sexual or food) it both lines up with something a manic person would do. SO.

I think once he's in the ministry again / papa his depressive episodes started getting harder & his manic episodes more. Erratic.

He had less people pushing & supporting him towards his goals / what he was really passionate about, so he was just . Really bitter and pulled away from people. You see a lot more of his irritable and generally temperamental side come out during this time bc like. When he has manic episodes he has so much energy to use up but nowhere for it to go! Sometimes being really angry with something can trigger a manic episode, and I think he might be prone to doing things really excessive/extreme all of a sudden to spite people. If that makes sense. Like the decision to ditch the papa robes, things like that.

Also iirc, when he was a cardinal he was really over indulgent. That is very common for manic episodes; it's very common to  develop substance abuse issues as well. I think he could be a borderline alcoholic, but he's pretty good at hiding it. Definitely better at hiding it than when he was younger, but the habit is worse when he's older

I kinda wanna talk about Terzo possibly being like, a pretty angry person. And this is definitely projection LMAO. He very much presents himself as a guy who probably doesn't have angry outbursts and such, but I think that. Well. If he's bipolar that is NOT true ok. When I thought about this the first time I was like "would he punch walls? No. His mom raised him better than that. But God does he want to break stuff"

I feel like part of his reclusiveness is to keep up this image he has to everyone-- you can't judge him or form an opinion of him in his off time if you don't see it. So you don't see him getting drunk, you don't see him being depressed, you don't see him getting mad, but god it is happening all the time

I just feel like, like, you could argue he has this sudden shift in personality at a certain point. Or maybe at multiple points. In regards to how he felt about his goals at least. Esp bc I resonate so hard with the thought that he didn't want to be the machine-man (from Metropolis, 1927), but he had to, and I feel like being bipolar explains that so so well. Facing adversity he'd get so pissed about it, but he would only let that stop him for a little bit. But he'd also wouldn't be able to make the kind of progress he did before (like drawing up blueprints or plans) because he doesn't have that same well of outside energy & support to tap into

God also. He is so delusional. He is so so so delusional.

I think being Papa ruined his mind .

No offense but like. His goals are impossible. He's chasing them so hard anyways. He's insane. Like. Like.

I don't know I can only compare this in my mind rn to my mom looking at me when I was like, 5 years old or something and telling me she was going to become an archeologist and move to Egypt. Like she was so so sure of herself that it was going to happen. Obviously it fuckin didn't,

Also also. I feel like he's not diagnosed bc I feel like it's more likely to be missed in men. Also I want to give him migraines even though it's less common in men but slightly more common with people who are bipolar and also bc it is GENUINE projection but I think the idea of Omega walking in and seeing Terzo hidden in a bundle of blankets with all the lights off like "is this a depression cocoon or a migraine cocoon" and Terzo just kinda shifts the blanket around and you see him wearing this funny as fuck eye mask. And Omega is like "migraine cocoon, got it" and just fucking leaves

Did he shave his head once and regret it? Yes. Did he get addicted to cocaine? Probably. Did he spend all of his money on model city pieces? At least twice.

I think in the end it's entirely possible he bought into everyone's ideas that maybe he is the one who should be worshiped

I feel like a lot of manic episodes & things can be so warped by the people you surround yourself with and like. Idk. Being the face of a devil worshiping cult can give a normal guy a God complex.

But a guy who's already prone to delusion and God complex??? Oh honey he's FUCKED.

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hello,

I need help. Or maybe I don’t. Maybe I need someone to tell me to stop worrying? Oh let’s be honest I have no idea what I need, that’s why I’m writing in.

See, I have a perfectly ordinary job during the week. I work in an office. It’s nice. Spreadsheets, cake on birthdays, quarterlies. It’s a boring existence but my afternoons and evenings are my own and the pay’s good. Sapio-Liminal relations are improving, but by bit. Honestly I’m just impressed my coworker got the time off when they wound up expecting in two of their three dimensional shifts.

So that’s during the week and you’d be forgiven for thinking I’m just about the most sapio a sapio can be. My liminal properties tend to activate on Friday afternoons, when I- travel.

Teleport?

Move. I move. To the same general area of a whole new plane of existence. It’s a known family trait- I’ve got a grandfather who became king of a small nation in my secondary plane, and my sister’s the apothecary for the capital city. She sells the really good potions, by the way, so if you’re in the area of Spirits and Sundries or someone gives you a radiant quest to bring ingredients to Amaranthia in the Bronze Quarter, just be polite and she’ll fix you right up.

Ah, but this isn’t about my sister’s business, it’s about me and what I do. See, this shift is so regular that I went and got myself a weekend job, just to have something to do. So if you’re sent to the Caves of Madness just north of the Foresaken Forest, be ready for the Riddle Master!

I’m in the first room of the dungeon, just after you pass the initial key puzzle. I keep my uniform in a chest in there, and there’ s a nice break room off the back. I like the work a lot! I see lots of new people and I’m always gathering riddles- there are some chat standards but I like to mix it up sometimes. They aren’t supposed to be hard, or else what’s the point of trying to conquer a dungeon? So sometimes, I admit, I give hints. There’s always the rude adventurer who attacks me first but when you take a job like this you don’t die, it’s in the fine print. I don’t like cleaning the blood off my stuff, though. Takes ages.

Anyway now that we’ve walked halfway around the block, my point.

I look very plain. Humanoid, two arms, two legs, a beard. It’s never bothered me but I am very distinctly ordinary which tends to be recognizable and last weekend I was in the village during my break and I saw a coworker. Not from this side, not from the Caves of Madness, no. It was Tina, from accounting. She was picking up a quest by the stocks.

And I realized, she might wind up at the Caves of Madness. She might make it through the puzzle door and be faced with the Riddle Master only to realize this Riddle Master is Jeff. From the office.

I don’t have hangups about my two worlds meeting- it’s hard to, when your sister pops in for Christmas still dressed for the Winterscratch Festival, or your brother’s filing out taxes for a whole kingdom over lunch. I just really like my job in the Caves, and I like to think I do it well. Our rating as a starter dungeon’s quite high, and I’m proud of that. What if my transdimensional adventurer coworkers encounter me and just- aren’t impressed? That’s not the Riddle Master, that’s Jeff. He has a rubber band launcher on his desk. His mug says ‘party naked’ with a balding chicken on it and he won’t let HR throw it away.

I don’t want to disappoint adventurers, especially not ones who work with me in my primary plane. I also don’t want to cause harm to my dungeon’s reputation. But aside from the whole ‘moving planes’ thing I am utterly dull. What do I do if my performance isn’t enough to make up for not being fantastical like Mordrath the end room boss or Reyala the sidequest kobold queen?

Is it okay to just be Jeff the Riddle Master?

Thank you for writing in, reader. Your letter serves as an excellent example of quite a common genre of letter we get through the inbox here at the Nightfolk Network and I think it might be rather illustrative for other followers.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but what you've done here is make up a scenario in your head based on the worst possible interpretations of everyone involved, and then worried yourself sick about that scenario coming to pass.

This may sound a little blunt, but please understand, I don't mean that dismissively. I only hope to offer you a little perspective, and to help you come to a more accurate understanding of the situation as it actually stands.

You enjoy your work in the dungeon, and are clearly doing a good enough job to keep your managers happy. None of your previous visitors have expressed any disappointment at your relatively mundane appearance, and it hasn't been an obstacle in the job so far.

Perhaps your co-worker will end up in your dungeon. Perhaps she'll make it to your section, and perhaps she'll recognise you. So what? I don't see any reason why she should be any more likely to be disappointed by you than any of your other visitors.

And even if she is disappointed, that doesn't have to mean anything to you. She's a co-worker, not a treasured friend whose opinion could make or break your self-esteem. You owe it to her to be a conscientious, respectful colleague. That's all. What you get up to outside of work, and whether she enjoys your efforts, is irrelevant.

You haven't let down your dungeon so far, and I see no reason to believe you will in the future. Stop borrowing trouble from the future, and concentrate on having fun and being the same old Jeff the Riddle Master you've always been. He seems plenty interesting to me.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[pseudowho]

Hello once more, sorry for the inbox spam!!!

I wanted to give you an update on the 30 year old guy hitting on me (insane cause when he was my current age of 21, I was 12 years old, LIKE WHAAAT the heeeell). Context for memory: met him at an event I was volunteering at. He wasn’t in the volunteering event but stopped by to help, and stayed a while to chat. He got my social media and messaged me that evening. Very quickly off the bat he started flirting and taking EVERY chance he got to do so, ie when i said im more of a mountains than lakes person, he said, “it’s not gonna work then ;)” and a bunchhhh of other stuff i don’t remember. And when I told him that my “(possibly) my favorite person in the world is the only person I message consistently” he replied with, “Favorite? Damn, don’t know if I’ll get there, but I’ll try to be your second favorite.” And this was literally like a day into messaging. It was SO weird because I never thought somebody that much older would go for me AND he doesn’t even Know Me. (Even though two 33 year old men did try to pursue something with me when I was 19 years old). Like, 25 is the max age I’ll date being that I’m 21, and the brain stops developing at 25. I was strictly platonic and didn’t even flirt back/reply to those weird messages.

So the update: I think it was after your advice that I made it clear to him that I am 1. Not interested in a relationship with anyone, 2. I only feel safe around women because of past experiences with men. // So here’s where things get a bit stickier. He keeps saying that his number one value is empathy and that he learned he can trust his morals and values, and that he learned to not doubt himself. He keeps saying he wants to get close with me and see where “this connection goes” (in my head I’m thinking, what connection?). At this point, I told him my 3rd boundary: That I Am Not even Guaranteeing Friendship. I don’t trust guys, I have a very finicky social battery, and I told him that I have been left much more jaded than my naive, optimistic, overly caring 19 year old self after a string of incidents with straight guys that left me feeling confused and used (was used emotionally and also they wanted to use me physically, but I didn’t let the latter happen. These events are not even including the 33 year old guys incidents). So this 30 year old, I’ve been on and off messaging him to give him a CHANCE to be a FRIEND. Because he’s desperate and honestly I love making close friends IF they’re good people. But I noticed that whenever I mention (not trauma dump, mention), more sensitive things such as the consistent, TW, abuse and neglect I’ve faced for years, he goes radio silent for a day or few days. The only time he DOESN’T reply quickly is when it’s about sad stuff— the only other time I said anything sad was when I told him I was grieving my late kitten, and I Literally gave the gruesome, truly awful details of my 1 month old kitten passing due to leukemia (it was devastating. She was precious, amazing, resilient, kind, and wonderfully adaptive— ie her siblings would cry during socializing and she would WALK UP TO THEM AND LAY HER HEAD ON THEM. She would also go to Me instead of her Mama cat for food, as she was too weak to compete with her siblings (but she gave her BEST awesome efforts.) Despite her resilience and intelligence, she was too young and her immune system didn’t work. It’s devastating, and I’ve been processing it in healthy ways as months go on and on. She was wonderful, demonstrated kindness and she was a fighter, and she deserved a long life. Anyway, to this he responded with “😮” …LIKE. I WAS SO confused and a bit irritated at that reaction. He DID later say a few short words of sympathy but wtf was the “😮😮”…So a week or so later I thought about my lingering irritation, and now I’m MAD. He expects me to be empathetic towards him, and I am, but whenever I even BRIEFLY mention struggles beyond himself he won’t give it the proper care it deserves. Ie one time I mentioned women’s struggles with gross men and then I also talked a bit about men’s struggles being hard too, and he said, “I’m glad you acknowledge men’s struggles!” and it’s like yes I did but… the first and main point of this particular convo was women??? Are you so self absorbed and stuck in your head??? At least acknowledge women too? He preaches about empathy but doesn’t live up to it, or at the very least, doesn’t realize his own need to grow. So, I’m quite tired and irritated. All these guys have the same thing in common, and it’s that they see me as some sort of saint for them to be loved and validated by. They seek me to use me for their own benefit, but they do not CARE about ME, AND they think of themselves as top shit. I know they need love. I sympathize with them. Trust me. But they don’t see me for me, nor do they treat me well. I am no saint, though I want to be a good person, the best person I can be. They idealize me because I’m a friendly and curious and caring person, but they don’t treat me as a person.

I’m teetering on the edge of cutting him off. But I know he went through a breakup 2-3 months ago, and I personally believe he’s acting this desperately and strongly because he’s lonely. I sympathize with him and I wonder if I judge him too harshly… But the red flags are raised. A 30 year old going for a 21 year old??? Am I crazy to think that that’s weird as fuck?? I feel bad for him. I’m irritated. I’m tired and I need to put myself first, as I’ve already got a hard life to deal with before I can be stable and give more of me. At least, this is the thought process I currently have. Do you think so too? Did I miss anything or see something inaccurately— what do you think?

He’s the fourth guy who is significantly older than me (30+) to try and get in a relationship with me. It keeps happening. I don’t even go out much. I don’t even interact with guys much. It’s insane. Everytime I go out and interact with people and the world (like coworkers and meeting people when I volunteer), this happens. They all told me they love my care/empathy (which is, of course, a work in progress). I think my natural curiosity made them think i was interested in them, even though i never flirted with any of them or even thought about a romantic or sexual relationship with any of them!! I even told some of them from the start that I only like women!

Is this normal, do most guys do this?

Tough constructive criticism towards me always welcome.

And you don’t have to answer!! Ty for reading :)

- m <3

That's me, pushing you over the edge you were teetering on, r.e. your decision to cut him off.

There's nil else that needs to be said. You have suggested to him in many ways, without actually saying the words blatantly, that you are not interested. By continuing to pursue you despite your discomfort, going so far as to think this is a matter of simply convincing you, shows that he's not empathetic, and is in fact, absolutely in this for himself.

What women aged 30+ tend to find (anecdotally, on average, from discussions with my cohort) is that men who routinely target younger women for relationships/sex, do so for a number of reasons, none of them good, but some of them being: recognition of reduced confidence and therefore vulnerability in younger women, average lower standards of younger women due to life experience (not a crime at all!), and the mens' underdeveloped emotional maturity, and age fetishization.

It's all about Power.

"You're so mature for your age!" Yeah yeah-- 'for your age', but not for his age. Women his age are simply more likely to not tolerate his bullshit, and he's probably underdeveloped emotionally with bad habits that make him a bad partner.

If you're being routinely targeted by these men, which is, I must absolutely clarify, NOT YOUR FAULT, try to have a little self reflection; is there something about you aside from simply your age, that makes you seem more vulnerable to these men? Because your chances of ending up in a badly balanced age gap relationship are higher the more associated vulnerabilities you have.

My only criticism of you? Take this opportunity to strengthen your spine. Lash out hard, and if you are absolutely not interested in these men, make it brutally, savagely, immediately clear. Don't be wishy-washy. Give them absolutely zero soft answers because unfortunately with men like these, soft answers make them think they have a chance.

Stop being kind to people who try to manipulate you.

It's sad that being nasty is the only way, and they'll try to make you look like the bad guy ('oh I was just being friendly, you're safe around me'), but you're not, and you should give them the middle finger they deserve.

I guarantee that they will age but will continue to target women and girls your age. Our current 'daddy' and hyperfetishisation of age (especially for young women) culture, sadly, gives them support to do this.

That is, again, not your fault; doesn't it look so clear now that they don't have your best interest at heart?

While not all age gap relationships have a power imbalance, a great, great many do. Consistent targeting by fully adult men should be a massive red flag.

Again, in the job I'm in, I witness and examine a great great number of heterosexual relationships in intimate detail, and I assure you, big age gap relationships are amongst the most likely to leave the women (because it is almost invariably the woman being the younger one) on a significant back foot.

Brief reminder that women aged 30+ aren't 'jealous' that lots of men their age target barely adult women; we see them as the manipulators they are, and we want to protect you.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

For your modern avatar au What if spider has some sort of respiratory diseases, or other chronic inflammatory lung or obstructive lung diseases. Because he has to were a oxygen mask in the movie.

Alright here is my answer finally @peachycrime

Okay, unfortunately my first thought was the fucking 2001 comedy/romance Bubble Boy, so that's cool.

Luckily for you I've been in the reddie fandom hardcore since 2016 so WE KNOW ABOUT ASTHMATIC HEADCANONS IN THIS HOUSE.

I think I'd pick like severe asthma because it just jives for me, but if you wanna go crazy we could really have a fucking Fault in our Stars/Five Feet Apart moment here. Really lean into locorro or spiri here.

-Spider lived with Norm for years because he was the foster parent they had with the most medical experience, but eventually he just was LIVING with Jake and Neytiri .

-Stay at home wheelchair dad Jake Sully with his three little kids under three had none of the attention or free time to dedicate to a kid with medical issues, but him and work from home Norm become a seamless team in the kids toddler years.

-Neytiri had just finished her residency so she was simply flawless with him. He's pretty much a normal kid, he's just got bad asthma. He does all physical activity he can, but he gets out of breath quickly and has to stop for a puff or two before he can get back out there.

-Neteyam is younger but they're in the same grade because Spider got held back because he was so lil because he was a sick kid before Neytiri and Norm got a hold of him.

-He carries around an inhaler and Neteyam also carries around an inhaler because Neteyam may be younger but he is so protective of Spider and so worried about him losing his breath when they are at school and their parents aren't around.

-Tonowari and Jake meet at the playground on a Saturday and all of a sudden Jake is an after-school care, watching his own four kids and Ao'nung and Tsireya (and neighborhood latchkey kid Rotxo who Spider loves because he was also a latchkey kid).

-Ao'nung gets mad at Spider during a game of pickle where they are both the taggers because Spider stops to tag a puff. Ao'nung insists he has to keep going and Spider does and ends up passing out.

-He's not allowed to run or do anything strenuous for two days and Ao'nung is grounded by Ronal for a week. Neteyam and Kiri don't talk to him for a day. He feels really bad though and after that he yells at any kid who tries to get Spider to do anything physical at school until a teacher has to call home and they all have to have a chat lol.

-Neytiri and Norm we're absolutely unbearable for days, hovering over him and making him drink water, while Jake was treating Spider exactly the same. They are disability buddies and Jake would never treat Spider as fragile because he isn't. In fact, they played catch later that night even though Spider was sitting down and it gave Neteyam an aneurysm.

-Lo'ak always explains to strangers that his brother is cool he just has "shit lungs" because he heard Jake say that one time.

-Reddie moment: "Spider Sully Blasts Off!" every time he uses his inhaler.

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Nine

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I felt sick. I wasn’t sure how much sleep I’d actually managed to get, but I knew I’d gotten up to go to the bathroom three times, and laid in the bed staring into the darkness for so long that my thoughts had started to get twisted.

Lorelei was quiet during breakfast, smiling and nodding to the handful of things I was willing to share, though her looks at me over the table told me she was dying to get the details. Finally, during our cab ride to the bookstore, she nudged me.

“Alright, spill.”

“Spill what?”

“What exactly happened? I’m assuming you stayed the night, but the fact that you don’t have the most lovestruck, goofy look on your face tells me something’s off.”

I looked down at my lap. Lorelei leaned closer.

“Is he not that good?” she whispered.

I eyed her, then sighed. “No, that’s not it.”

“Really? ‘Cause I mean...it happens. He wouldn’t be the first man not to live up to expectations.”

“He…” I gazed out the window, “he exceeded my expectations.”

“Wow! Seriously? Hot damn!”

I shook my head.

“Are you sore? Is that it? Sometimes when I’m with a guy who’s...kinda big...I feel off kilter for a few days. Like I’m totally blissed out, but also raw. What I do is soak in a hot tub and then lie down with a pillow between -”

“Lor!” I interrupted. “I didn’t sleep with him.”

“What?”

“Well...technically I did sleep with him. But we didn’t have sex.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” I sighed again. “Emery was sick.”

“Wait, what?”

“Tod called me. Emery had a high fever, and he was worried, and of course that got me worried ten times more because he never worries about shit.”

“Oh, God!”

“I kept my phone next to me so he could keep me updated, but here I was on this amazing date with this amazing man. And I knew, Lor, I knew I was gonna sleep with him. I was ready. But I just...couldn’t.”

“Well of course not! Your baby was sick! Plus, you were having to talk to your ex on the phone. Who the hell can concentrate on sex when that shit’s going on?”

I widened my eyes. “Thank you!”

“Wait, was he mad?”

“Who?”

“Harry. Was he mad you didn’t have sex?”

“No,” I shook my head. “Well, he said it was okay. He’d wanted me to stay though. And I know it had to hurt when I said no.”

“You probably bruised his ego.”

“I didn’t mean to.” I swallowed hard. “There’s more.”

“More?”

“I had another dream.”

“A dream about Harry?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “While I was with him. We’d fallen asleep after Tod had called to say Emery was okay, and I woke up shaking.”

“And?”

“The Harry part was...sweet. I was happy. It was my birthday and he’d asked me to marry him.”

“Oh my God!” Lorelei squealed.

“It sounds ludicrous now. But I remember feeling amazingly happy in the dream. Then Tod showed up and told me I’d never truly be happy.”

Lorelei scoffed. “He’s said that to you before.”

I shrugged. “Maybe it’s the truth.”

“No, it’s not, it’s a lie. And you know it. You might be a little afraid of letting yourself go simply because you had an asshole telling you how to feel for so long. But I think once you do, you can and will be happy. The happiest.”

I turned my head to the window once more. “I think I’m falling for him, Lor.”

“That’s awesome!” she declared, grabbing and squeezing my hand.

“No, it’s not,” I muttered. “It’s frightening as hell.”

The book signing was much like the ones in Texas, only at a larger scale. More people came, which shocked me considering we weren’t local writers. One woman, who looked to be around our age, stood and chatted with us for several minutes about her own personal story that was very similar to Melissa’s. She’d come to New York fifteen years ago in search of her twin sister from whom she’d been separated at birth. Lorelei and I laughed when we heard that after finding her, she’d fallen in love with her sister’s brother-in-law. He’d acted skeptical and aloof in the beginning until she’d confessed her belief that they were soul mates.

“I told him if he wanted to act like I didn’t exist, that was fine, but I knew we were meant to be together, and I wasn’t planning on leaving until he saw the truth.”

“Maybe that’s what Melissa should have told Gavin,” Lorelei quipped.

“Nah,” the woman shook her head. “Gavin was too stubborn and hard-headed. Not like my Sammy.”

By the time we broke for lunch, we’d already sold more copies of The Loving Kind than we had in a full day in Houston. Lorelei and I walked around the corner to a deli, and when I sat down to eat my sandwich, I checked my phone.

Just wanted to wish you luck today. I’ll call later.

Shit.

I hadn’t realized I’d voiced it aloud until Lor asked what was up.

“Yeah, he’s mad,” I mumbled.

“What?”

I handed her my phone so she could read his text.

“Stacey, where the hell does it say he’s mad? He’s wishing you a good day. And he wants to talk later.”

“Exactly. Short and sweet. No “I miss you” or “baby” like he usually says. He’s mad.”

Lorelei rolled her eyes. “He’s busy. He made it a point to text you in the middle of his crazy schedule.”

“You’re right,” I sighed. Then I laughed at myself, my face in my hands. “Oh my God, I’m being ridiculous.”

“Well, you know, you were the one who left.”

“I know. Why did I do that?”

“I’m not blaming you, Stace,” said Lorelei. “I’m just looking at it from his perspective.”

“So you do think he’s mad.”

“No, I didn’t say that. But he might be...cautious.”

“Yeah,” I swallowed. “Yeah, he has every right to be. I mean, I’ve got so much baggage already. Why would he want me?”

“Stacey! Stop overthinking!”

I nodded in response, picking up my sandwich.

I had a stomachache for most of the afternoon. I smiled and greeted our readers, but my heart wasn’t in it. I knew I shouldn’t have been worried about Harry’s text. He’d said he’d call after all. I was reading too much into it. I felt like a fool for more reasons than one.

I hadn’t been back in my hotel room for ten minutes before he called. I caught Lorelei out of the corner of my eye grab the ice bucket and head out the door.

“Hello?” I timidly spoke into the phone.

“I want to apologize.”

“Um...what for?”

“I’d meant to set up the coffee for you again at the bookstore, but someone dropped the ball.”

I giggled and covered my face with my hand. “Oh my God, Harry.”

“Wha-?”

“I don’t know. You’re just...too much. I don’t know how to feel.”

“Feel about what? About me? Or coffee?”

“Stop it.”

“Everything okay?” he asked after a moment of silence. “How’s Em?”

“Oh, she’s fine. I called Tod this morning and he let her stay home from school. Her fever is gone, but she needed the rest since she’d been up late.”

“Good. And how are you?”

“I’m okay. Had a great turn-out today. It went by fast.” I didn’t bother to tell him about my stomachache.

“That’s great. But I meant...how are you? You still seemed pretty upset when you left this morning.”

“I did?”

“Stacey…” he sighed.

“Hmm?”

“Look, as far as I’m concerned, there really isn’t any need to discuss what happened, or...didn’t happen. But if you wanna talk, we can.”

I felt my stomach flip as I scooted back on the bed. “I just feel like an idiot,” I whispered.

“Why?”

“Because...it was such a wonderful evening and I ruined it.”

“No, you didn’t. Stacey, I don’t regret one damn thing about last night. Except...maybe not trying harder to make you stay.”

“I wanted to stay,” I admitted. “Please believe me.”

“I do.”

“Really?”

“Just bad timing,” said Harry. “Or unfortunate circumstances. Out of our control. But I promise you, love, we haven’t missed our chance. We’ll have another.”

“I hope so. I’ve just been sick over this all day.”

“You have?”

“I’d thought I’d made you mad.”

“Baby…”

“Like I said, I felt like a fool. And now I’m leaving in a few hours.”

“I wish I could be with you before you go,” Harry murmured.

His choice of words were not lost on me. He said “be with you”, not “see you.”

“Me too. Where are you?”

“Rockefeller center. I’m filming The Tonight Show.”

“Ohh, excellent!” I exclaimed. “I love Jimmy.”

“Yeah, me too,” he chuckled.

“Would there be any possible way you could get a picture with him and send it to me? I might be a teensy-weensy bit of a fan.”

Harry laughed harder. “I’ll see what I can do.”

After the light-hearted conversation with Harry, I felt much better. Lorelei and I watched a movie before deciding we should grab something to eat before heading to the airport. We were looking over the room service menu when there was a knock at the door.

“Delivery for Barnett and Burns?” said the man on the other side when I opened it.

“We didn’t order anything,” argued Lorelei behind me.

“No, ma’am. This is courtesy of NBC studios.”

“NBC?”

“Oh!” I nodded. “Yes, thank you!”

The man smiled at me as I held the door open for him to bring the cart inside. On the top tray were what looked to be two covered dishes, a beautiful pink floral bouquet in the center. The bottom tray held a chilled bottle of champagne and a mini-sized fruit tray complete with dip.

“What the hell is at NBC?” asked Lorelei incredulously after the man had left.

“Harry. He filmed The Tonight Show today.”

“Oh, of course,” she chuckled.

Walking around to the other side of the cart, I let out my own cackle.

“What?” asked Lor.

Behind the floral arrangement was a Starbucks cup. I lifted it up to show her. “He sent me my latte.”

“What a guy. There’s a card, too,” she pointed.

I bit my lip as I opened the envelope. Unfolding the card, I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand.

“What is it?”

I turned it around so she could see the polaroid picture of Harry and Jimmy.

“I’d asked if he could send me a picture. I kinda just meant on the phone. I wasn’t expecting all this.”

“Well, I think the rule with Harry Styles is to expect the unexpected.”

“Apparently.”

Lorelei lifted the cover of one of the dishes, her eyes wide. “Wow, nice!”

“What is this?” I asked, removing the cover on mine. Once again, I couldn’t hold back my fit of giggles. Harry had sent a delicious meal of steak, salmon, potatoes and asparagus.

“I don’t get it, what’s so funny?”

“I’m not exactly sure if he meant to do this,” I replied, “but on our date we had chicken. He’d said it was because he wasn’t sure if I was a fish or steak person. And I told him I liked everything.”

Lorelei shook her head slowly, and I thought she might have rolled her eyes.

“Are you making fun of me?” I pouted, crossing my arms.

“Not at all,” she winked. “But you two are so fucking cute, it’s sickening.”

Sitting in an airport at night is interesting. There’s still tons of people coming and going, but in my mind, it seems like everyone should be at home, relaxing with a book and curled up under a cozy blanket, or holding their loved ones. Instead, they’re boarding planes, or arguing with the staff at the gate, or trying to get their baby to stop crying, or talking on their cell phones like it’s the most important conversation they’ve ever had.

I’d texted Harry before I’d left the hotel to thank him for the dinner, but he hadn’t responded yet. I sat next to Lorelei as I flipped through a magazine, not really reading anything. I watched a young couple across from me who shared a pair of earbuds, the girl wearing pajama pants and an oversized hoodie with her hands inside the sleeves. She leaned over and rested her head on the boy’s shoulder who gave a small smile without looking up from his iPad. For a split second I considered that he looked like a younger Harry until I remembered Harry was only twenty-three.

This time I actually did fall asleep on the plane. It was no wonder though, after the night I’d had before. I awoke just as the pilot was making the announcement that we were descending into Chicago. There was no Drew waiting for us at that airport, however. We took a cab to the hotel, a smaller, older one than the Hyatt, but I didn’t care. As soon as I rolled my suitcase next to my bed, I went to the bathroom to shower.

“Your phone rang,” said Lorelei when I returned. “I didn’t look to see who it was though.”

I actually had two missed calls from Harry. The first time he’d left a voicemail.

“Hi baby. You’re probably on your flight right now. I just wanted to tell you I got your text and you’re very welcome. When I told Jimmy about you, he actually insisted on the polaroid and the flowers. The food was my idea.”

The smile in his voice made me smile.

“Anyway, I miss you already. I wish you could have stayed another day. Maybe...maybe tonight would’ve been better. We could’ve continued where we left off.”

My breath caught in my throat as I heard him groan.

“Jesus, I shouldn’t be saying this on a voicemail. If...if I don’t...talk to you before you go to sleep, then have a good night and a good morning and I’ll...talk to you soon, yeah? Yeah. Goodnight, love.”

I stared straight ahead, my phone still attached to my ear. It took me a minute or two to even realize where I was. Blinking, I laid down on the pillow, covering myself with the sheets and comforter.

The call while I’d been in the shower was also Harry, but he hadn’t left a message that time. He probably thought I’d gone to bed. Pressing his name on the screen, I felt my heart race.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hi, did you just call me?”

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, I was in the shower.”

“Oh.”

I sucked in my lips, wondering what the heck to say next. “I miss you, too,” I blurted.

I could hear him breathing through the phone. “Glad to know it’s not one-sided, then.”

“No way,” I said.

“Hmm.” That contented sound again. “Sorry, I’m really tired. I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep.”

“That’s sweet.”

“I leave for London tomorrow,” he yawned.

“Oh.” I hadn’t realized. “Then I guess I’ll miss you even more.”

“Tell me about it. Have a good day tomorrow. You’re in Chicago, right?”

“Yes. And you have a safe flight.”

“Thanks. Goodnight, beautiful.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

Once again, the book signing went off without a hitch. Well, maybe a small hitch. I missed Harry. He’d managed to provide Lorelei and me with our much-appreciated coffee, a tiny offering that continued to make me feel special and reminisce about our first meeting.

I thought about him a lot. I knew he would be busy, whether he was in the air or on the ground, so I didn’t bother texting or calling him. I knew he’d contact me when he had time.

“We should go out,” declared Lorelei as soon as we returned to the hotel.

“Do you not recall the last time we went out?” I scoffed.

“We had fun though, until you wanted to go back to the hotel so you could talk to Harry.”

“Excuse me for not being a party girl.”

Lor rolled her eyes. “I just mean we’re in a new city. And it’s Saturday night. And Harry’s most likely not going to call. Because by the time our evening gets going, it’s gonna be four in the morning in London.”

“You’re probably right,” I nodded, tossing my coat on the bed.

I wore the same dress I wore on my date with Harry. It was really the only thing I’d packed that was suitable for a night out, unless I wanted to look like I’d just come from the office or from the gym. I stared at myself in the mirror while I was waiting for Lorelei to finish up her makeup. I thought about all the things I’d hoped would happen when I’d worn that dress. I thought about the way I’d have let him touch me, how I’d wanted him to touch me. Closing my eyes, I ran my hands down my chest, my waist, my hips. I thought of his voice when he’d asked me to stay, and again when he’d said he’d wished I had. Grabbing the sides of my dress into my fists, I let out a sigh.

“You ready?” I heard Lorelei call.

Fluttering my eyes open, I let out one more deep breath. “Yeah.”

Pulling on my coat, I followed her out to the elevator.

The first club we went to was so loud, I thought my ears were going to bleed. I didn’t even like the music they played, not to mention the dancefloor was so crowded my claustrophobia was kicked into high gear. I went into a mini anxiety attack before Lorelei agreed to leave.

The place we found next, and ended up staying the rest of the evening was a bar where a live cover band was playing. That was more up my alley. The band was really good, too, and I knew all the songs they played - a good mix of classic rock and more current tunes.

We sat at a table close to the bar where we had a good view of the stage. The band was in the middle of a Foo Fighters song when Lor leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“Don’t look now, but someone’s watching you at the bar.”

“Well how am I supposed to see without looking?”

“Okay, but don’t make it obvious. Plaid shirt, three o’clock.”

Shifting my gaze to where she’d mentioned, I saw him. He was definitely checking me out, though he was also trying not to make it obvious.

“Eh, not my type,” I remarked.

“You mean he’s not Harry.”

“No, I mean he kinda looks like a douchebag,” I explained, lifting my beer. “Plus he looks like Tod.”

“He does not!”

“Yeah he does. He looks like Tod did when I met him.”

“Really?” Lorelei made a face. “I didn’t know Tod ever looked like that.”

“Well, he was no Brad Pitt-”

“Or Harry Styles!”

I pursed my lips. “Or Harry Styles. But he still managed to do a little something for me. Enough to fall in love and marry him and have two kids.”

Lor glared at me. “Can I gag now?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, you can. Sometimes I can’t believe I fell for him either.”

“You know you can do so much better, right?”

I smirked, taking another swig of my beer. “Yes, because you keep telling me.”

“That’s what friends are for, my dear.”

Setting my beer bottle on the table, I eyed the guy at the bar. The band switched into “Whiskey in the Jar” as I swung my leg to the rhythm. He smiled at me. I smiled back.

For the duration of the song, I guess you could say we were flirting. The more I caught his eye, the cuter he seemed to get. Or maybe it was just the beer. Lorelei nudged me, wondering what the hell was going on, but all I could do was shrug.

Just as the band was setting up for the next song, changing guitars and allowing the bass player to step up to the mic, a tall frame came into view, blocking some of the already dim light.

“Hi ladies,” said the voice occupied by the frame.

“Hi,” greeted Lorelei, automatically bouncing her blond curls from her shoulder.

“I couldn’t help but notice your beers are getting low. Can I buy the next round?”

Had Lor’s smile not been spread so wide across her face that she looked like she had a clothes hanger in her mouth, I would have laughed at the guy. But when he sat down and introduced himself as Brandon, I knew that my own boy-toy flirting had kept me from noticing that she’d been having some of her own.

Brandon seemed like a nice enough guy, but I quickly felt like the third wheel. I tried catching the eye of the boy at the bar again, but he was gone. It was just as well. I was probably just reacting to the attention instead of the guy himself.

I excused myself to go to the restroom and while inside, I checked my phone for any potential messages. Nada. With a sigh, I shoved my phone back in my purse. I didn’t know why I wanted to hear from him so badly, or why I’d expected to. I just missed him.

“Hi!” I heard before I saw him.

He was standing in the hallway that lead to the bathrooms. Okay, truth was, he was cuter than Tod. In fact, he looked nothing like him. But he still most definitely was not my type.

“Hi.”

“I thought you’d left,” he said.

“Nope.”

“What’s your name?”

I licked my lips. “Lexi,” I lied. I didn’t know why.

“Sexy?”

I laughed. “No, Lexi. With an L.”

“I like Sexy better. Fits you.”

I shook my head. What a dork. “I should get back to my friend.”

“I’m Chip,” he said, extending his hand.

“Of course you are,” I muttered under my breath. “My guess is corn.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing. Nice to meet you, Chip. But I really must go.”

“Why don’t you have a drink with me?”

I sighed. I guess it couldn’t hurt.

I rejoined Lorelei and Brandon at the table while I waited for Chip to bring our drinks, though they barely noticed my presence. The band played some 90s song and Lor stood up and swayed, Brandon taking advantage and dancing up against her.

When Chip emerged with more beer and tequila shots, Lorelei squealed and took a shot in one large gulp before carrying on with her dancing.

Chip and I tried to have a conversation, but I was bored with everything he had to say. I barely paid attention to his story about himself, where he was from (Cleveland? Milwaukee?), and where he went to school (Who the Hell Knows Tech). I wanted him to get the hint, but either he was dense or too drunk to care. When he came back with another round of drinks, I told him thanks, but that it would be the last one and Lor and I had to go.

“Aw, you don’t have to go so soon,” he slurred.

I grimaced. “Yeah. I have a plane to catch in the morning.”

“Both of you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes.”

“Doesn’t look like she’s going anywhere,” Chip pointed in Lorelei’s direction.

I nearly gasped when I saw her. Brandon had her up against the table, his fingers in her hair, his tongue in her mouth.  I watched as she hiked up her leg and wrapped it around his before he lifted her up and onto the table.

“Lor!” I whispered loudly, knowing damn well she couldn’t hear me over the music. I tapped her on the shoulder. “Lorelei!”

“See? Told ya?”

Giving Chip a look, I quickly rose from my stool and grabbed Lorelei by the arm.

“What the fuck?” she cried.

“We gotta go.”

“Why? What happened?”

“You’re drunk,” I said firmly.

“So?”

“So, it’s almost two a.m. and we’re in an unfamiliar city and you’re making stupid decisions.”

“I’m not stupid!” she exclaimed, shaking her arm from my grip.

“I didn’t say you are. Just your actions.”

“No, I’m not leaving!” she yelled when I tried to pull her hand.

“Why not?”

She stepped closer to me, her breath reeking of tequila. I supposed I hadn’t been keeping tabs on how many shots she’d had. But now it was obvious she wasn’t acting rationally.

“I’m going home with Brandon,” she said.

“The fuck you are,” I scoffed.

“Yeah. Fuck, Stacey! It’s something normal people do.”

She might as well have slapped me in the face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’m horny. And I need to get laid.”

I sighed, my face falling. Shaking my head, I tried to grab her hand once more. “Not like this, Lor. This isn’t you.”

“Yes, it is,” she whined.

“Say goodnight to Brandon.”

She turned to look at him, his tall body hovering over hers. “Sorry, hon. I gotta go. Nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered just as I peeled Lorelei away. I didn’t bother to give Chip anything more than a wave.

“Shit!” Lorelei groaned when she slid into the back seat of the taxi.

“I’m sorry, Lor, but you’ll thank me in the morning.”

“Maybe,” she sighed, leaning her head back. “But damn, I could climb that boy like a tree.”

The effects of the tequila were tenfold the next morning. Lorelei threw up a couple of times during the night, but it was the hangover headache that kept her in bed. I offered to make sure everything was packed and ready for checkout so that all she needed to do was shower and brush her teeth before throwing on her most comfortable sweatsuit.

It wasn’t until we were waiting to board our flight to Nashville that I checked my phone again. I’d made myself not check it when I’d gotten back to the hotel the night before, nor that morning when I got up. I figured if I kept checking every couple hours and saw nothing, it would only make me disappointed and paranoid.

However, I kicked myself when I realized he’d called. And texted. And sent a picture.

“Hi, baby. I’m sorry I missed you. You’re probably out having fun though, as you should be. I just thought I’d try to catch you because of the time difference. I’m finally going to bed. It’s almost five here. But I’ll ring you again when I wake up. Night, love.”

I felt my cheeks pinch as I smiled. I only wished I could have heard his voice that night. It was the text and photo though, that really did me in.

So, I thought of something that I don’t know about you yet, that I’m hoping to find out soon. How do you like your eggs?

Underneath the text was a photo of a table, a white tablecloth covering it with a teapot, cup and saucer. Beside the cup was a silver platter filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit and muffins.

Regardless of the full display of food, however, the thing that got my heart pumping was what was in the bottom right corner. A leg. And not just any leg. But a hairy thigh, a white terry robe only half covering it, a knee poking out at the end. Whether he’d meant to show me skin or not, my mouth was watering.

I texted him back the cheekiest thing I could think of.

I like them any way I can get them.

I laughed out loud when he texted me back.

Good answer.

A/N: I really hope some of you find the humor in my writing, because I'm making myself laugh as I read it back lol.

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hello i'm the guy who is transgender but whose dad kept calling a guy and beating for acting gay for some strange reason and i have another confession composed of semi-interlinked stories that came up mostly because i've been off work the past week. the first is i've been hooking up with this closet case i work with and a few days ago i found out the story he's been telling his neighbour who saw me coming home with him a couple of times is that i'm his sort-of-estranged son and that's ok, except i need to hold up my end of pretending to be his son so they don't know he's fucking me, but i hate my real dad so bad that i now fantasise about killing this guy a lot and i don't know how to tell him, and i also don't think the lie is very successful because i was chatting with his neighbour yesterday and she looked at me kind of concerned and said are you and your father close? and i really don't know how to navigate this situation. secondly i've been having late night inebriated conversations with my brother because i told him to read marx and he listens to me so now he's reading marx and reporting his thoughts and a big problem that has come up is he keeps calling me dad, on accident, and he doesn't notice he's doing it unless i make a face, and if i do he starts crying because he's sort of a baby that way, but i can't tell him to cut it out because then i WILL be like my dad. thirdly my mom keeps calling me by my dad's name when she's mad at me and accusing me of avoiding her because i have an oedipus complex which is a crazy thing of her to say but let's not get into that. fourth point is my youngest cousin, the brother of the cousin i was obsessed with as a kid who molested me, is now having his own obsession era but with me, and it's a similar sort of age differential and all, and he's this gay sort of barely-started-puberty kid with no boundaries who's doing the whole "do you think i'll have a voice like yours, can i feel your stubble, wow you're so hairy, do you have a girlfriend? you're gay? what's it like?" thing, so i feel a bit sick partly because of the memories and partly because i don't like acknowledging that i'm gay, which isn't his fault also his stiff is pretty normal early pubescent derangement i think, but i feel crazy, and maybe i live in hell or soemthing all things considered. on an unrelated note you've inspired me to revisit my lz records so i've remembered i generally speaking like them but i think a lot of the magic is lost when listening to their studio albums vs live albums/bootlegs, even being that a lot of the lz official live recordings are kinda off-days for robert plant. but i'm really into whole lotta love version that's on how the west was won... i stole the album from my dad when my parents separated and i spet so much time listening to it on repeat that it now appears to be a fundamental building block of my psyche even though i'm not that into lz all things considered. i hope the rest of your day is good!!

SO much going on here. i think you need to kill your entire family and disappear in the woods with a record player (to listen to led zeppelin on). also i think you should call the guy you're fucking dad during sex and take it from there

[bengiyo]

I Told Sunset About You Rewatch Ep 5 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

As a disclaimer, I don't think ITSAY is the end of this story, but it is the end of this run. This is an I Promised You the Moon fan account.

I also rewatched The Love of Siam (2007) last night to return to the angst I felt going into the end of this.

Last time, Teh blew up every relationship in his life thinking he was doing something for Oh, but really just being a condescending ass to everyone in his life. There was much ugly crying. However, we got the best underwater kiss ever, so it's a wash?

Teh got back to test taking form, but Oh seems to be struggling even with Teh's tools.

This show makes deleting your chat lots so dramatic by underscoring it with the Untold Answer instrumental.

I like walking through the wreckage of Teh's relationships. The friend chat is awkward. His mom is still mad, but she's still make sure he eats. Hoon still believes in him, and wants him to keep the tuition money. His teachers think he's been irresponsible and want him to learn the lesson and do better. Tarn is still pissed and setting effective boundaries.

I continue to adore MoRaoYuLok.

Of course Teh has to be petty and mean to Oh while giving a blessing to Phillip. This is not how you get a man, Teh.

I really do get the "It should have been Bas" folks. He's so kind and earnest. He's not afraid of his feelings for Oh. He said, "I have no shame." Just look at Teh losing it because Bas can just say how he feels for Oh in front of everyone.

I love this teacher for interrupting Oh's answer. It was brave for Bas to confess publicly, but Oh doesn't need to give his answer publicly. Very tactful of the teacher. He gets a plate.

Drink the damn coconut, Teh. Let your family support you.

We don't talk about Nah enough and how well she worked with Billkin and Nat.

Look at them calling back to the first day they met here.

Teh, why are you hurting your own feelings asking questions you already know the answer to? This man is a masochist. He always chooses the thing that will fuck up his life the most.

Look at this man. He is ugly crying during an exam. I feel bad because this is what the closet does to you. Oh moved on, and now he's looking at a version of his life where all of his efforts went to complete waste. Like he's totally in the wrong, but so was I when I was his age. I also made big mistakes.

See, I love the pacing of this show. As much as I feel for Teh and his struggles, he infected Oh with internalized homophobia. Oh panics a bit at Bas holding his hand because of what trying to be with Teh has done to him. That's fucked, and so sad. Bas is just so sweet.

Brother balcony scene, my beloved. You gotta see the documentaries to hear Boss talk about Teh and Nat in this scene.

Still, excellent pacing to follow the mixed feelings of the last few scenes with Teh finally admitting aloud what's going on with him. Hoon is a great brother for asking his brother what needed to be asked in the right way.

I'm an oldest sibling, and one of the oldest cousins. I would have loved having a peer relative give me permission to be who I am. This scene gets me every time.

Love Hoon mentioning hand holding and we've had Bad holding Oh's hand in both scenes around the balcony.

Everyone else is worried about Teh and Bas is unbothered.

Piano scene, my beloved.

Oh immediately reacting to the song, and then the slow pan to push Bas out of frame so we know he's back on his Teh bullshit. Then the reveal that Teh is also here and in his feelings next to the Oh-aew dessert? Skyline remains undefeated.

Of course Oh-aew's family have a red iPad. It's his color and he's not wearing his color right now.

Tarn didn't fuck up her admissions. That's all that matters.

Oh-aew getting into his first pick makes me cry every time. Skyline? Undefeated.

Sui is so relieved that Teh is still getting into a school with his program, but Try feels like he failed because his plan is off.

Bas is the bravest out of all of them. He took Oh to Teh's house so Oh could break up with him. I've been Bas, too. It hurts to know you're not their choice. It's interesting that Teh is upset about only getting his second choice school and Bas is upset about being Oh's second choice.

"I don't want to see him sad." These two, I swear. Bas, I hope you found someone who cares about you first.

Of course we can't have a Bas and Oh scene without checking in with Tarn. I like how they changed her costuming slightly so she looks a little more grown up.

The Tarn Teh-Yongjian portrait is such a thoughtful gift. I feel bad for Tarn, because Teh is trying to let her down as gently as he can. He does his best to affirm that he really did like Tarn for two years, and one of his fears is of things changing and losing friends.

Smile plays Tarn's disappointment so beautifully during the scene. I really don't think we've praised her performance enough. I want to interview her and Tina Holmes (for her work in Edge of Seventeen and Shelter). She tries so hard to not make Teh feel bad even as her heart breaks. Not until Nara in La Pluie do I think we've let the ones who lost in love be sad with this much respect.

I'm glad I watched Love of Siam again, because that movie also cleared up all of its problems before building towards a gay crescendo.

This track playing during Oh's run is so beautiful.

Welcome back, Skyline instrumental. You are the standard.

It's really beautiful to see Teh encouraging Oh for something he believes in finally.

The story of them filming the cape scene and the clouds clearing is as good as the show itself. I cry just thinking about Boss telling us about it.

Oh, Oh-aew, you always have so much room to this boy. "Do not disappear like that again, please," is such a reasonable request.

"If I can be anything, can I be your boyfriend?" genuinely healed a massive hole in my heart left behind by the end of The Love of Siam. What a beautiful final shot. You have no idea the angst I carried even through the first five years I was in modern BL.

When I tell you we had no idea that I Promised You the Moon was coming, and this stinger made us lose our collective minds.

Final Verdict: 10, It Is Still the Standard. This is by far one of the most coherent shows we've ever had. Every single aspect of this show is executed to near-perfection. There is a reason many of us talk about BL as pre- and post-ITSAY. If you have been sitting on the fence about this show, I genuinely think it's hard to understand the seismic shift that followed this show without witnessing it for yourself.

Look for more commentary from us on @the-conversation-pod in the fall. We record our retrospective tomorrow!

[chickensoup1025]

Onto Bubbler...

Before it starts I wanted to say I have beef with Nino in this episode cause he makes his best friend's birthday about his hurt feelings and it's annoying and he didn't even get him a present

It was actually pretty nice of Plagg to try to give him that present

We love Sabine on this blog

Did Nathalie not even try to get him something herself??? She practically raised him!

Y'all should throw a small party at school if a house one isn't gonna work

Marinette is beyond thoughtful for MAKING him a gift.

EVEN CHLOE DIDNT REMEMBER IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY???

Are you seriously telling me Paris's Teen Sweetheart didn't have a fan club that is celebrating his birthday at all? He's not getting letters in the mail? Or fans coming up to him at school? Or MORE people telling his dad to throw a party/throwing one for him??? This episode is just. Idk man.

Marinette has been a called a push over in the last two episodes (and this is the SECOND EPISODE) so it's amazing to see how far she's come!!!!

ADRIEN HAD A PHOTOSHOOT SCHEDULED ON HIS BIRTHDAY? THATS SO UGHHHHHHHHHH AND DURING HIS LUNCH BREAK TOO

Bro. Nino says he's gonna go to Adrien's house and Marinette and Alya are in the background. Cut to only Marinette and Alya at Adrien's house. Did Nino get lost????

Alya can you please tell Adrien later that it was from Marinette?

NATHALIE YOU SNAKE

Wild how Gabriel really did come out to talk to Nino. Ohhhh he wanted to make Nino an akuma. Gotcha.

DONT SIT ALONE AND BE UPSET NINO. THIS ISNT ABOUT YOU. BE WITH ADRIEN. HE WAS JUST TOLD ON HIS BIRTHDAY THAT HIS BEST FRIEND COULDNT EVER COME AROUND HIS HOUSE AND YOURE JUST GONNA WALK AWAY??? GO BACK TO SCHOOL TOGETHER AT LEAST????? Speaking of, that photoshoot was super quick? And why was he dropped off at his house? No way lunch break is that fast???? Go to school??????

Ugly ass akuma

Gabriel seriously made an akuma who specifically hates and is mad at him 🤦���‍♀️

What even counts as an "adult" here? 18+ or like out of university or like old enough to have kids or-

I'm a Nathalie hater I dunno yall I can't believe her this episode.

Just a weird ass akuma

This being his first party makes me wanna cry.

NINO IF YOU TURN ON A SLOW DANCE BECAUSE CHLOE ASKED YOU TO THEN YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT ADRIEN. HE WAS VISIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE EARLIER THAT DAY WHEN SHE WAS UP ON HIM OH MY GOD.

NO ITS THE ADRIENETTE SLOW DANCE SONG NO NO NO

I think Ladybug should be allowed to use her power selfishly like this more often.

Did no one hear when Ladybug said "yours truly"??? It was pretty loud

No one knows how old ladybug and chat noir even are so people might be imagining they're also just stuck in bubbles lol. Oh god, if Adrien and Marinette were adults then they wouldn't be able to transform like that out in the open and THIS COULD HAVE BEEN SUCH A GOOD PLAN TO TRAP THEM OR FIND OUT THEIR IDENTITIES HAWKMOTH JESUS. What you have to do is: Bubbler brings all the bubbles together so you can see them all in one spot. Have Bubbler WATCH, not just throw a party. If someone inside transforms then great! You know who they are. But if LB and or CN show up anyway then you know they're not an adult and that whittles down your search BY A LOT.

Girl is pretty brave for writing "Love, Marinette"

Nathaniel has some Shuichi energy hm

Cool moves...

"But adults keep children, safe, and protected. They care for their kids, they love them!" "Most adults do, anyhow." JESUS CHRIST WAY TO GO STRAIGHT FOR THR HEART

Him throwing his staff for her to swing her yo-yo around was completely unnecessary-

You can really see how the stakes change between the beginning and end of the show. "Oh I'm stuck in a bubble for awhile and just have to wait an hour at most to go back to my normal day" to "oh the world is ending"

Adrien is such a good boy...

One day- NO ONE HOUR of no adults and suddenly every thing everyone is trying to mail will be late for another week. Huh

Marinette didn't take the credit 🥺

"You're amazing Marinette, someone Adrien will see that too." Cut to not even a full season later Adrien leaning back in Marinette's desk chair, "You're amazing, Marinette."

SOMEONE GET THIS BOY A LEGIT BIRTHDAY OR SO HELP ME

[aceontheline]

Love is in Bloom (Mass x Florida: Pt 5)

C//W: Stalking, Kidnapping

The morning after Caitlin and Darren's shenanigans was rather pleasant. Florida woke up first and decided to do something nice for Mass: Freshly squeezed Orange Juice & some breakfast. For the latter, he enlisted some help from New York (who was already awake). Pancakes, eggs and OJ for Florida's weary lover. Soon after the pancakes were done, Mass stumbled out of bed. He wore sweatpants & a short sleeve shirt, a look at made him seem like he just came from the Gym. Mass walked up to Florida and smiled softly, hugging him from behind. Mass inquired what Florida was making.

"Pancakes, eggs and some OJ for you and I. Go sit at the table!" Florida said, turning to hug Mass back.

"Okay, I'll leave my Sunshine up to it" Mass replied tiredly, kissing Florida’s cheek.

His... Sunshine? Florida giggled as he let that nickname play in his head over and over again. Eventually, the two sat down and had a proper breakfast. They chatted about Florida's "situation" that happened the other day with Caitlin.

Florida's eyes rolled at hearing her name. He mentioned that he'd probably have to testify against her in Court. She was violating a restraining order that he had in place, so that was a major issue. All of a sudden, during their meal, there was a knock at the front door. Well, really, it was loud and forceful banging. Mass had a protective instinct sort of feeling so he insisted that he answered the door. He charged up to it and... Yep. Darren.

Motherfucking Darren.

Mass bore his fangs upon seeing the familiar man that broke his heart.

"What the fuck do YOU want?" Mass said with a low growl, canines presenting.

"You and I technically never broke up. You just left me. You have two options here. Get back together with me where you rightfully belong, or I can report everyone here to the Police for kidnapping. Since you used to live with ME" Darren said matter of factly.

Mass's blood ran cold. He knew that he was in some deep shit now. Whatever Darren wanted, he was usually good at following through. He leaned up against the front door frame, thinking for a moment. He sighed heavily, looking into Darren's eyes. They were the same as ever: Cold, empty, calculating.

"Look, I'm sorry. But you lost your chance years ago. I'm with someone who makes me happy now. Maybe you should do the same. Goodbye" Mass said coolly.

He shut the door in Darren's face. Mass saw him storm off to his car parked in the front yard. Florida sauntered over to Mass, wondering who that man was. Mass groaned and said that Florida had better be prepared to hear some twisted stuff. "Can't be any worse than me and Caitlin" Florida said, sitting on the couch & across from Mass.

Mass proceeded to list off personal stories about dealing with the hell that was his ex, Darren.

That man kept Mass on edge. Darren barely replied to messages, basically making it a point to keep Mass second-guessing.

Darren put Mass on a pedestal, only to kick it out from underneath him if Mass ever screwed up. Insults and all.

Darren was also quite the gaslighter. However, he'd do it to convince Mass that he wasn't cheating. Although, at one point or another, he was.

Darren proposed an "Open Relationship" to Mass, only to get mad once Mass showed interest in someone else. And shut it all down.

Darren had hit Mass before. They hurt each other, really, but Darren was more powerful than Mass.

Florida listened to Mass listing these things off effortlessly & immediately grew worried over the power Darren could actually hold. Florida asked him what they were talking about at the front door. Mass scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Said he'd report yous for kidnapping, since I used to live with him at his place" he replied, looking down at his feet.

"Even though you came to us at will. And were living with us prior to you moving in with Darren" Florida stated.

"And all my mail, bank statements and other junk being delivered to THIS address consistently for about a year even as I moved out" Mass replied.

The two managed to come up with a plan, just in case. New York had agreed to lend Mass a bat so he could place it near his bed just in case. And turns out, he would need it.

Mass was already on edge & it just worsened at night. He heard creaking in the middle of the night and went into the hallway with the bat, only to see it was Pennsylvania getting up to get some water. Mass apologized frantically then just muttered "Darren". PA nodded, as he knew of the crazy bullshit the man put Mass through. PA got Mass some water and a gave him a nice, firm pat on the back. "Just give the word if ya need us" Pennsylvania said before walking away.

Mass sat down on the couch for a little while, distracting himself with some T.V time. After a little while, Mass felt something creeping up on him. It was someone's touch... It felt all too familiar. But then he felt nothing. Shit, he blacked out.

He woke up a few hours later in a daze & confused. He looked all around the seemingly empty room & immediately called out to the others... Only to discover his mouth had been covered with tape. A familiar, overshadowing figure came in and loomed over him. Darren! The psycho actually went and kidnapped Mass. Mass struggled for a moment and tried screaming for help, only to make Darren laugh in response. He only took the tape off of Mass's mouth and looked at him.

"What the FUCK, Darren?!" Mass angrily growled, once again bearing his sharp teeth. Darren was a bit intimidated, but he had to act cool.

"I know kidnapping you wasn't in my itinerary, but... I had a thought. If I'm not allowed to have you, no one should. I'm gonna keep you in here for as long as I can" Darren said, kissing Mass's forehead.

Mass panicked once more, only for Darren to put the tape back on his mouth & to walk out of the room. Darren had but a few moments to act. He called Florida using Mass's phone. Florida immediately seeing that the call was seemingly from Mass, and at this late, answered the phone.

Florida's face dropped and turned a pale white, upon hearing it was Darren. He made a threat to Florida, saying that if he comes near the property, then he wouldn't hesitate to shoot on sight. Florida immediately thought of a plan, involving all the Northeastern states. He passed Darren off as if he were nothing & hung up.

Darren laughed, insinuating that Mass should move on from Florida, as he didn't seem to care about Mass anymore.

A few hours go by, and that sentiment was immediately proven wrong. New Jersey, Connecticut, Rhode Island and Vermont all went in and kicked the shit out of Darren & restrained him, after the man put up an impressive fight against them all.

Florida and New York went into the house and found Mass tied up. Mass screamed for the two to free him. Florida untied Mass from the chair and New York ripped the tape off his mouth.

"And I thought Caitlin was crazy, holy shit... Mass, are you okay?! He didn't hurt you, did he?" Florida asked frantically.

"Other than the bruise or bump I have on my head from him knocking me out, no. I'm fine" Mass said, hugging Florida briefly.

They took hands and ran out of the place as quickly as possible. The Northeastern states called the Police, so Mass was talking to the cops about what happened. With the bruises everyone had sustained from the whole endeavor, there was no doubt that this was a kidnapping attempt.

Darren was cuffed and thrown into the Police car that night.

Florida cuddled with Mass for the whole night, basically refusing to let go of him. Mass, oddly enough, appreciated the gesture. He cuddled up to Florida too, apologizing for Darren's abhorrent behavior. Florida insisted that Mass didn't owe anyone any apologies. If anything, that was Darren. But he'd be going to Jail now anyway. Not after a lengthy trial though, of course.

But for now, Florida and Mass just enjoyed each other's embrace as they barely got much sleep that night. Gov wanted to speak with them, but heard everything that happened and refrained from having them present. He just wished them both a speedy physical recovery, as he knew the mental part would take a lot longer. Florida and Mass spent the day at each other's side, refusing to leave the other's sight for even a mere moment.

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[jungkookoverwacthacc]

ARRANGED MARRIAGE Chapter 1

Today was it the wedding day it was a huge wedding luxurious you had a amazing huge princess ball gown wedding dress off the shoulder sleeves and a bustier top weigh expensive jewelry pared with the dress you both were in a other country for a wedding , you hated this but had to smile you nod, your fathers arm and you saw him jeon jungkook….he was tall handsome definitely your type he had a charismatic yet cute face even though he was smiling you could tell he hated this you sigh as you go down the isle now standing face to face you feel a little .. embarrassed? Flustered? So you decided to look at the priest after vows and the i do’s you had to kiss during it he was staring at you intensely in anger….as if it was all your fault…your mere existence made him angry…furious

Then that was it a Kiss you both kissed not long or passionately it was a quick peck you both barely knew each other even …. Later on you guys walked down and now you both were sitting next to each other as people, were drinking talking and coming to take pics you both were silent he seemed pissed just tried to cover it with a smile later you saw ….a female in the crowd starring at jungkook with sad eyes…she had black hair black eyes she was a pretty girl you’d have to admit you saw how her and jungkook looked so sadly at each other after that came the dance you and jungkook slow dancing together …alone on the huge dance floor people smiling family crying while recording you were silent biting your lips you offer a tiny smile he smiles but whispers in your ear “your a cunt that ruined my life…” your smile fades but comes back with a. Sad one after everyone came you danced with your dad and he danced with his mom you look at your dad “dad he is mad very mad I have a bad feeling” your dad smiles but say back quietly “we’ll I mean yoru also mad he probably has a shorter temper just enjoy your wedding…” after you guys were able to be separated you in your heavy dress going to your friends and he went to the bathroom your bridesmaid aka friends are there except two out of four jennie and rosè you down and ask the rest of your friends where on earth they went your friend Kariana spoke “jungkook used to be in a relationship with another girl and like …she where at the wedding they are secretly making sure he doesn’t go up to her or anything like that” you nod slowly and spoke “oh! I think I saw her I like literally saw him and her staring at each other hey looked like they were about to break” you take a sip of Chang pane “holy shit srsly!?” Jisoo said drinking her wine you nodded then you saw jungkook talking with friends you see rosè and Jennie coming back with their arms linked “hey omg your married now!” Jennie says you nod smiling then rose speaks “yah y/n-shii you shoudl go to him bc the girl might come”y/n sighs “he like barely knows me and I don’t know him” Lisa “aigoo yoru like gonna be with him forever just leave it and go” I look the rest of my friends nod I sigh going to him smiling linking my arm with his he had a glass of whiskey in his hands while chatting and I had a glass of white wine in mine his friends smile once they see me jungkook looks annoyed “hi” you say smiling his friends all say hi “woww jungkook you really hit the jackpot eh” his friend hoseok says giggling hitting namjoons arms ,jungkook has a forced smile and chuckles a little annoyed we all could tell “heh yeahh…” huda smiled after his friends were busy she drags jungkook to her friends they all smile and greet him he smiles and greets them back politely suddenly they starts acting like the FBI and ask personal questions you pull jungkook away ignoring them “sooo um yeah sorry but uh hi “ you say smiling a little at him he has a annoyed look removes his arm and walks away jisoo saw this and starts keeping her eyes on him

After the wedding we say bye I go to the car jungkook and I would ride in “hey um jungkook I need help…” the car was a little to small to fit you gigantic dress he rolls his eyes and helps you then closed the door after he went to the other side as he drove to the hotel ,once you two got their you go inside it was pretty nice it was at a very expensive hotel and was a couples suite your parents booked for you “I’m gonna head to the bathroom to change ….” He rolls his eyes “mkay..” he unzips the dress after left and you start to undress you then sigh and and speak “….jungkook!” You couldn’t believe you were about to say this

“What!” He yells form The bedroom. You sigh “….wanna do what all couples do on their marriage night …”

To Be Continued….

[myckicade]

I should have been in bed nearly two hours ago, but this thing is haunting me.

I'm going to repeat some points I've already posted, but some things bear repeating.

That was the worst series finale I have ever seen. I thought the finale of Preacher was an ugly little fiasco. My word. It will be hard to top this one! Holy frickle-dickles.

(The X-Files, Supernatural, Fullmetal Alchemist... I'm used to pain, but this tempted me to break out the Jack Daniels).

So, yeah. Ding-dong, the cunt bag... -s are all dead? What was the fucking point of that? EZ, completely expected, especially when it was said, 'We've all been talking'. It was a bit of a push for the poetic, that EZ would pull a Mark Antony quote, then get Julius Caesared. (I feel like I made a comment about that last season, but it might have been a verbal conversation). Anywho. I just don't understand the point of the rest. (After a few hours of sleep, I might be able to gather what they were going for, but we shall see). Taking out Bottles, of all people...

I see some fix-it fics in my future. Some out of spite.

I liked Potter in Sons. I did. He was responsible for his share of shit, but his character was well-written. They ruined him in Mayans, so hard. He's come across half-crazed, and tipping off his axis. I'm so disgusted that he's still walking around, King of the Fucking Hill. If ANYONE needed to catch a bullet - aside from EZ - it was old Pot-Ash.

*ahems*

I'm actually really mad that Emily got her way, too. Not just because of Miguel, but because of the utterly simplistic way it went down. (Let's face it, that wasn't a terribly inventive plot she cooked up). Killing Miguel was just the quick way to tie up another useless loose end, leaving the Gallindo family no different than the rest of the story.

Fucking. Pointless.

List of Other Pointless Things Bugging Me:

* Letty's rage. Don't get me wrong, I'm over the damned moon that she and Sally are in the clear. But, that Letty found Sally, and the bloody trailer, and just... abandoned everything? C'mon.

* Bringing Taza back. Again, y'all know I was ELATED to see the bastard, but not to get him on-screen again?? I find solace in the fact that I didn't have to watch him die.

* Angel spotting the pictures and letters in Miguel's hand during Felipe's funeral. I had hope, and it went NOWHERE. As expected. As usual.

* Sofia's pregnancy, and death. I assume the pregnancy was to make her pointless death more tragic, but it was still a waste of time. (Bitch is no Cleopatra). If EZ had found out? Yeah, maybe. I know the broad was a loose end, too. No question. Had to eradicate (nearly) all that was EZ's. It was just the same writing as the rest of the season:

Sloppy, and lazy.

* The war. That wasn't a war. That was a bunch of kids taking turns beating each other up on their way home from school.

* The pipeline. There was no fixing that shit, and we spent the bulk of the FINAL MOTHERFUCKING SEASON on it.

There's more, but my brain aches for rest.

A Couple of Things I Enjoyed:

* Marcus getting the chance to be a good father. It was nice, given his relationship with Jax Teller. He saw a father lose it all, and now he's getting to have it all. Bonus Dad Points for doing the skin-to-skin contact with the baby. That was just beautiful. ❤️.

- It was also a reminder to keep at the birth control. 🤣. When Marcus started talking about not getting to see his son's children, I got to thinking about how the guy I'm seeing is two-and-a-half decades older than me, and... Yeah. Math, indeed. You didn't need to know that, but there it is!

* That was a nice chat on the bridge. It was. Brought me back to my own childhood, and moments where I had to stay strong to protect my own brother. Solid, believable stuff, right there.

Dude. Was that really all that I enjoyed?

Fuck the J.D. It's time for the Jose Cuervo.

Catch y'all on the fic side.

-Mycki

[waglifeornolife]

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I also just don’t want to end up like either of them in a way because

1)my mum dropped out of nursing school to take care of me as a kid which is nice and all but I always feel bad about that because she brings it up sometimes like honestly I’m so so sorry that I’m the reason you couldn’t reach your dreams

2)my dad is like honestly the weirdest man alive like I genuinely believe that he couldn’t care less about me like I remember when I got my tonsils out and my mum asked him to pick us up from the hospital he and the Ubers were pretty expensive during that time of day I had to take the train to get home whiles I was half loopy which honestly sucked. He never showed up to any of my school plays even when I invited him like I’d always come home after thinking he may have been at work but I find him asleep on the sofa everytime. I gave up gymnastics and swimming even though they were my favourite things in the world and all he could care about was the money he was saving because of it. And now all of a sudden he believes that he has the right to know about my whereabouts and that he has the right to try boss me around. But at the same time I feel bad for him he sleeps all day as if he doesn’t have to work. He doesn’t have any friends because he is not social and I sometimes forget my aunts and uncles are his SIBLINGS because of how awkward he is with them. I mean at least he doesn’t drink a lot anymore(tbf the only reason is that whenever he does but alcohol my mum uses it to clean the toilet😂)

There’s also the fact that my dad is Christian and my mum is Muslim and he’s really trying to force it down my throat and then my mum is saying if I don’t chose a religion soon then she can’t put up with me anymore (whatever that is)

And then whenever I complain to my mum or do something wrong she always links it back to my dad somehow like I’m so sorry you married this dickhead I didn’t forever you to do that infact I tried to set you up with guys almost my entire childhood just so we could get out of here😒

Like as a human being I feel bad for both of them but as their daughter i feel confused ashamed annoyed and lonely in life like I’m drowning and someone just tied rocks to my ankles.

Also this may be a bit off topic but the fact that I have not siblings mad my friends all do (somehow I attack oldest daughters to be friends with me and yet they’re all younger than me 😂😂) like they always talk about how annoying it is to have siblings but at least they have someone to go to if they don’t have any friends like who am I supposed to turn to my mum😂 like she doesn’t even know what happens to me in school in general and I don’t think she cares either. Also I think my friends resent me idk maybe I’m dramatic but idk every time I open my mouth they all just reply in very annoyed tones.. they also always keep secrets from me like not even little things that don’t matter like they keep huge things from me like one of them somehow forgot to tell me that their sister wasn’t in that day because she was winning the league (school league) and one of them showed everyone else her prom dress but me like she said sent it to the group chat but it wasn’t there and I’d be fine with them making a separate group chat if I didn’t also find out that she sent the free to her friend who isn’t even her close circle of friends. I don’t want to cause drama though because GCSEs are coming up and stuff but I’m really starting to get worried that they really and truly hate me and they were like my only people to go to rant about(not in a way where I wouldn’t listen to their stuff or like tel l them everything but it was nice to just tell them stuff) and I feel like I’m losing them I don’t know but it’s really scaring me. Like I also think they do not care anymore, again maybe I’m being dramatic, but like I wasn’t in school for 2weeks because I was super sick and like wasn’t feeling okay mentally and all they said to me when I came in was “you wasted two whole weeks school that’s soo bad.” Like a “we missed you” would’ve been a little nice ya know but maybe I’m just overthinking that and making it all about me and I’m just a selfish only child who doesn’t know how to share attention.

Also one of my friends and I had an argument back in November over her (now) ex because he do wasn’t good for her like he was the worst and I texted her all of that, then she proceeded to let him read the messages and reply to them and be mean to me. THEN she admitted to also taking part in texting some of the mean shit that not only personally attacked me but my family and secrets I told her which also means that guy that I really hate also knows about them. But it was in a way a petty thing to be mad over ig because my friends convinced me of that so we sort have become friends again just so the friend group didn’t fall apart. But honestly I still feels like she holds a grudge against me for telling everyone what she did and them choosing to side with me(even though I said they could be fiends with her and I really didn’t care if they were or were not talking to her because it’s not my place to tell them that.) so I feel like that’s why she doesn’t tell me things and why she also still talks in an angry tone to me and points out literally anything I’ve done whenever I try to correct on something and here our friends to like also side with her no matter how little the thing is)

It’s just I feel alone and it’s the worst time to feel that way as well like there really shouldn’t be a time for me rn to be feeling anything but determined to pass my GCSEs but I genuinely do not know how to feel rn because there’s just soo much in my brain and I don’t know how to tune it down anymore it’s too much and I don’t have room to cry because my mum never lets me shut the door I hate this so much but know i just have to get through the next two years then I can go somewhere (I don’t even know where and with what money) and start fresh and find people who actually care so I don’t have to anonymously ranting on tumblr.

Sorry if this a lot I really am it’s just I’ve been keeping it in and I think it didn’t let Ito if I’d actually lose it

oh baby, this is so horrible! i’m so sorry you have to go through that! if you ever and i mean ever need to talk, you know where to find me 🫶🏼🫶🏼