#also the funny valentine sympathy was just annoying what do i even say

[shoechoe]

Eyes of Heaven story mode was meh

L + my diavolo and donatella romcom plot idea was better

[ladyhindsight]

The last chapter. FINALLY. And yet it’s still ass and I have nothing constructive to say anymore.

The big bad has been vanquished. Clary is coming to and hears Simon and Jace talking above her. Jace has fallen into the depth of self-pity again. Jace asks Simon to carry Clary. Simon doesn’t just yet.

I am not a fan of this “Even Clary” concept.

Simon carries Clary inside and over to the elevator, but it opens before them and the Inverstigation Team arrives at the scene, conveniently late.

Heyyy, parabatai makes a sudden return now that there is a prequel series wholly dedicated to one pair above everyone else. 

This is the first and only time in the book that Alec and Jace see each other face to face and interact in person. And I hate that the focus is immediately in explaining Alec might-have-been feelings for Jace. 

→ ...but then his attention went, as it always did, to Jace. They were parabatai, and Jace was always first on his mind in battle.

Jace prioritizes his own punishment (not allowed to touch her after not being able to protect or save her, thinking Clary doesn’t want him to touch her because apparently Jace doesn’t know Clary at all) over comforting Clary and helping her with her injuries. Clary’s pain becomes all about Jace and his guilt. Jace asks Alec to take care of Clary for him while Jace wallows in self-pity. Alec should’ve acted anyway since no one else lifted a finger to heal Clary’s injuries.

Great bonding moment for Clary and Alec. Would’ve been greater if Alec had initiated it without being told. But all is about Jace’s pain so what can you expect.

→ There was confusion on Alec’s face...

→ could see, could see, could see, could see, could see, the amount of things these characters can see in this book is astonishing.

It’s funny how Clary thinks, the whole book, how well she knows Jace and is able to read him like a book, but the moment someone comes in and does it infinitely better, Clary is confused. Could there possibly be people who also know Jace? Maybe actually better than me?

It’s also funny because it’s probably unintentional.

This, if anything, highlights how barren is the field where Clare grows her fucks about anyone else than Jace and Clary. Alec and Isabelle do not have any reaction to the truth about Jace. They have no feelings, no nothing, because Clare didn’t want them to have that.

Alec and Isabelle should be furious with Jace and Clary, and that fury should carry over to the next book when Jace goes missing because of the secret they kept. And let’s not pretend that they kept it a secret in order to protect anyone, they kept it secret because it was their little secret, and that’s all.

Alec and Isabelle don’t get to have a reaction! UNBELIEVABLE. Nothing in this book quite upset me more than this. This is Clare protecting Clary and Jace from any real consequence as to their relationships. Sure, they can have consequences as long as it results in Jace’s man pain and everyone’s sympathy being on him. More than that, anger and hatred towards them is unacceptable.

Fucking boohoo. You made sure enough, and then ran to help Clary and stop Valentine. Stop throwing this pity party for yourself. The only reason this happened was because you weren’t being honest FOR NO GOOD REASON.

Then we go from one obnoxious thing to another and have Jordan’s annoying and pushy behavior pay off and they kiss with Maia.

Unearned and wrong on so many levels.

Could see, could see, could see.

Fuck off.

Shut the hell up.

Quit being dumb. As if Isabelle would let Simon suffer or die because of the current relationship status. Do you know her at all??? DO these characters actually know each other???

Another wrong thing to say. The previous one in chapter 18.

Alec and Magnus’ fight started because Alec was upset to face part of Magnus’ past and realized he knew diddly-squat about him or his past. Magnus refusing to tell him anything made Alec feel like he was a mere fleeting moment in Magnus’ life and for Alec Magnus was infinitely more. Magnus acts like he can’t do anything to help the situation and everything just reels from there to the point where the only thing they make up about is that Alec is not trivial.

What about all the other stuff like Magnus not telling anything about himself to Alec? THE UNDERLYING ISSUES IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP?

They’ve dated like, what, six weeks and Magnus was already trying to be fine with the idea that Alec will die and therefore he does not need to open up? 

And to cap it all off, all of this conflict THAT SHOULD BE ONGOING is ended with them making out in a corner, Simon once again as their awkward spectator. God lord, I had forgotten how much I despised this.

→ Behind Clary’s family the Shadowhunters crowded around Isabelle...

This is a nice sentiment. Only that Luke is not a bachelor  → For a man who’d never had children

Can you not mention Jace, for once in your life, especially in a scene that was between Simon and Luke and about their familial relationships?

So the book ends with Jace being beckoned by Sebastian.

Okay, so Simon’s bite woke him up. Doesn’t he still need the Daylighter blood to wake from the dead? What did Simon biting Sebastian even do?

Seaweed #3

It appears you don’t need to tell that.

→ His mind was screaming at his body to stop, but is left hand came down...

How come it is a new voice, Sebastian’s voice, when Sebastian’s voice already spoke to him?

I said before that City of Bones was the worst book ever, but I was wrong. This is it, shittiness so unparalleled so these two books might as well stand on the podium together.

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

@thecorteztwins

Hello, once again I got a scene idea for your alt-Marauders stuck in my head and couldn’t rest until I wrote it, this time with Pyro and Shinobi making fun of Sebastian for being a wine snob.  Starts out light and funny, takes a sharp left turn into angst, then lightens up again at the end.  Sorry if I write Sebastian as too much of a villain here; I have a lot more sympathy for Shinobi and Pyro than I do for him, but I don’t want to straw-man the guy. 

It had been Sebastian, Shinobi, Madelyne and Claudine participating in the wine-tasting competition.  Haven had demurred that she didn’t know enough to participate, although Pyro wondered how true that was – she’d grown up surrounded by luxury, hadn’t she?  She must have had plenty of the good stuff.  Pyro had also admitted that he could barely tell red from white in a blind taste-test, much less differentiate between a Pinot Noir and Merlot.  Besides, he’d added, ignoring Shaw’s backhanded comment about how “it was sensible of him to know his limitations,” he’d rather drink wine than spit it into a bucket.  And someone had to help Haven pour.  

Of course, drinking the wine meant that he was more than a little soused as the contest wound towards its conclusion. Claudine had approached each wine with a detached, scientific analysis, speculating on fermentation techniques and breeds of fruit.  Madelyne was surprisingly knowledgeable for someone who hadn’t grown up filthy rich, and seemed to think the whole thing was great fun.  Shinobi, true to his background, had a refined palate, although he kept slowing things down by reminiscing about exactly where (and with whom) he’d first tried the various wines.  He’d missed a Château Leblanc because apparently “it tasted different when drunk out of a super-model’s high heels.”  It didn’t help that he’d also been drinking the wine, because “spitting is disgusting.” Of course, Sebastian had dominated the game, correctly guessing every wine, making a show of sniffing the aroma, then rolling it around in his mouth with great relish, giving extended lectures on the flavor notes of each wine, the grapes, the vineyard, what foods to best pair it with, and generally just being a pretentious dickhead. Unfortunately, Haven had turned down Pyro’s suggestion to have Sebastian drink out of the spit bucket, despite Pyro’s insistence that it would just be a hilarious, harmless prank.  

And it would take Shaw down a peg or two. The man was puffed up like a soufflé, and Pyro was dying to see, just once, the famous Shaw pride collapse into a soggy mess.  It didn’t even really matter.  Wine-tasting was a useless skill, as far as Pyro was concerned, and exactly the kind of spoiled over-indulgent nonsense he’d expect from the wealthy.  He just hated to see that smug fucker win at something again. Why did he have to be so damned good at things?  

But when the competition ended with Sebastian’s inevitable victory (Claudine in a surprising second place, apparently the scientific method worked), the group had broken up to various parts of the ship.  Haven was headed back to her cabin to read for a bit before bed.  Claudine and Madelyne went up top to look at the local constellations.  Pyro liked the mythology behind constellations, he was a sucker for a good story, but the stars themselves couldn’t hold his attention longer than about ten minutes.  Sebastian had fucked off somewhere, probably back to his own cabin to reflect on what a very smart and important businessman he was.  Pyro hadn’t been paying attention.  

Which left Shinobi and Pyro back in Shinobi’s room, where the contest had taken place, rather tipsy, and both a bit horny from all the “wine and sex” stories that Shinobi had been telling.  Slumped together on Shinobi’s spacious designer couch, Pyro rested his head against Shinobi’s shoulder, and let one hand drift down to the other man’s thigh, and things took their natural course.

Some very pleasant time later, they were both slipping back into their clothing, sweaty and still floating on the post-orgasm endorphin high.

“Well, that was fun,” Pyro laughed, pouring a glass of something dark and red.  He didn’t read the label, because he didn’t fucking well care.  “More fun than some kind of wine-tasting bullshit where you don’t even get to actually drink the wine.”

“Certainly more fun than watching Father dominate the contest,” Shinobi sighed.  He picked up several bottles and peered at the labels before finally pouring something that was, Pyro discerned with all of his expertise and skill, white wine.

“Who cares?”  Pyro said.  “Let him win the silly rich person contest.  What’s the point in being able to taste all the flavors in wine, anyway? It’s not like it’s a big secret, it’s written right on the label.”

“It’s actually very important when you’re moving in high society,” Shinobi said, looking pensive.  “I know it seems silly, but the kind of people that the Hellfire Club deals with will have no respect for someone who doesn’t know wine.”  He paused for a moment.  “I wish I’d done a bit better, it’s not like I don’t have experience.”

“Aww, fuck it, Shin.  Third place isn’t half-bad, and it was just for fun, wasn’t it? Trust me, I know how very skilled your tongue is.”  He tossed back his glass, and re-filled it, picking up a bottle at random.

“Nothing is ever ‘just for fun,’ with my father,” Shinobi said, holding up his own glass to look closely at it.  “There’s always some kind of test.  He always has to win, and I am always found wanting, no matter what I do.”

“C’mon, Shinobi, don’t let him make you feel bad. It’s all stupid.  He’s not special just because he can sip wine and make-up a lot of bullshit.  Anyone can do that.”  Pyro took a gulp of wine and held it in his mouth contemplatively, swirling the remainder around in his glass.  “Hmmm..a ’58 Bordeaux, brewed in a cask made from planks from the wreck of the HMS Endeavour.  Notes of Honeycrisp Apple, Trifle, Lavender soap and Black Cherry, offset by the delicate tang of diesel fuel.”

Shinobi flopped back onto the couch, laughing, and splashing some of his own wine onto his shirt.  

“You know wine is fermented, not brewed, right?” He chuckled.  

“I’m just gonna say that I know that to spare us further discussion about wine making,” Pyro shrugged.  “Brewed, fermented, made in a prison toilet, who cares?”

“It’s a good impression, but you have to make it a bit more accurate.  More like-” Shinobi took a sip of his own wine.  “-Montrachet Grand Cru 1981, from Domaine de la Romanee-Conti.  A bold, elegant Chardonnay, with a nose of winter apricots, Mutsu apples, distressed orange peel and hints of funeral bouquet.  On the palate, white peach and badgered lemon, with a smidge of mango, smattering of sun-kissed pineapple, and the faintest tinge of the arsenic that my son has snuck into the glass.  Bottled by a beautiful French woman named Amelie that I impregnated.  I gave another bottle to my good friend Sir Elton John.”

“The only thing wrong there is that your father isn’t nearly cool enough to know Elton John,” Pyro laughed.  “Also, he doesn’t have any actual friends.”

“I’ll concede that point.”

“Here, let me try again.’  Pyro took another gulp.  “Lascivious pear marmalade, with pomegranate, chocolate, lightly-spanked peaches and a naughty little hint of strawberry.  Sensual mouthfeel, like giving a blow job to a fruit stand.  I shoved the entire bottle up my arse this morning, and found it most satisfying.”

Shinobi howled with laughter, spilling most of the rest of his wine.  He poured again from a different bottle.

“Okay, my turn.  A 1947 Chateau Cheval Blanc, from Saint-Emilion Grand Cru, France.  A rich, taste and firm structure.  Midnight black currant, eccentric cranberry and depressed plums, with twinkles of Madagascar Vanilla, cayenne pepper and wasabi. Floral notes of crushed apple blossom and – “ he paused to take a sniff, “-discarded Valentine’s roses. Bottle personally kissed by Winston Churchill.”

“Okay, okay, here’s –“ Pyro took a swig from a new glass, “Blackberry, quince and persimmon, gathered at midnight under the full moon, fermented in a cask taken from a woman hung for witch-craft.  Hints of lamb’s blood and children’s tears, with just a touch of grave dirt bringing out the earthy tones.  Nice, floral scent, light and airy on the tongue, pairs well with fish.  A refreshing summer wine.”                

“Screaming Eagle Sauvignon Blanc.  Grapes gently cuddled by professional masseuses.  Aroma of spring grass and wet cement.  Lashings of nectarine and little daubs of passionfruit, with a suggestion of yoga sweat.  Like licking coconut-butter and hibiscus-pear puree off a beautiful woman at the beach-”

“Are the two of you going to be finished anytime soon?”  A dry voice interrupted, and both turned to see Sebastian standing in the doorway. Shinobi, clutching his glass against his chest, looked chagrinned, while Pryo simply stared back at Shaw, unimpressed.

“I was hoping to retrieve one of the unopened wine bottles, assuming that the two of you haven’t wasted it all with your childish games.”  Sebastian sniffed, grimacing.  “And judging by the smell in here, I’m glad that I came by after the two of you finished fornicating, not during.”

“Fornicating?”  Pyro snorted. “Why don’t you peddle off on your giant Victorian bicycle and snatch some lemon drops away from poor children?”

“Why do you care anyway, Father?  You have sex all the time, much as I’d like to forget it,” Shinobi put in.

“I do not grudge you seeking your pleasures, Shinobi, but pleasure is meant to be a reward after a long day’s hard work, not something to wallow in day after day, entirely unearned.  And I do wish you were a bit more discerning in your partners.  That ‘giant Victorian bicycle’ was called a ‘penny-farthing,’ Mr. Allerdyce.”

“I know what it’s called, Shaw,” Pyro grumbled, annoyed despite himself.  He’d run across the term while researching one of his novels, but of course Shaw would treat him like a moron because he hadn’t used the “proper term” when tossing off a cheap insult.  

“At any rate, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Inferiors will always mock their betters, out of jealousy and lack of understanding.  But I had hoped that you, at least, would show more dignity, Shinobi. Did I not raise you to be better than this?”

“You barely raised me at all!”  Shinobi snapped, although he did not meet Sebastian’s eyes.

“It’s not jealousy or lack of understanding,” Pyro said, arms folded.  “We mock you because you’re a snobby arse that thinks you’re better than everyone else. Simple as that.”

“And am I not better?  I worked my way up from nothing to create a business empire.  I have amassed wealth and power that most people can only dream of, all from my own intelligence and hard work.  And compared to, what?  A stupid, intensely lazy son who would happily drink and fuck his way through life.  And a failed author who turned to terrorism and petty crime.  I think I can objectively say that I am, indeed, better.”

“Failed author?!”  Pyro was incensed.  “My books sold millions of copies, you wanker.  Maybe it wasn’t Shakespeare, but it was fucking well successful.”

“Fine, a mediocre author who enjoyed some small measure of popular success,” Sebastian shrugged.  “I don’t know why people published your tripe, but they did.  I’ll give you that.  From that perspective, I suppose my own son is even more disappointing. At least you had some semblance of a career.”

“Why don’t you take your wine and fuck off? There’s plenty left, if it’s good enough to satisfy your oh-so-refined palate.  We’re trying to have a fun evening here, and I’m sure you’re very busy plotting to steal Christmas.”

“No, I think the sight of my son’s debauchery has quite put me off wine for the moment.  I suppose I should really stop being surprised and disappointed at this point, but every time I think you’ve fallen as far as you can, Shinobi, you manage to find a new bottom.”  Shinobi did not respond, only clutched at the glass harder, a flush spreading over his face.

“Oh no, you can’t leave without a drink, Shaw. We’ve prepared a special blend for you, all the fanciest brands.”  And before he could second-guess himself, Pyro picked up the spit bucket and hurled it across the room at Sebastian.

Sebastian dodged to the side, far faster than Pyro would expect from a man of his size, and the mixture of wine and spit splattered against the wall and floor.  Shaw gave him a cold, fixed smile as he calmly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped a few errant drops off his polished leather shoes.  It was the kind of smile Pyro would have imagined on a wicked count in one of his books, as he locked the poor governess in the manor tower and informed her that the handsome stableboy would be hung for murder.  Of course, in Pyro’s books, the plucky heroine would climb down the ivy and rush to the courthouse in the nick of time with evidence of the stableboy’s innocence.  Real life was never so satisfying.  

Well, at least he’d made the bastard jump. Without moving or looking up, Shinobi reached out and clamped a hand over Pyro’s arm, as if anchoring him in place.          

“You know, I’m not even angry, Allerdyce,” Sebastian said, dispassionate, as if discussing ocean currents or famine death tolls.  He straightened his suit, which was still infuriatingly spotless.  “I don’t get angry when an ill-trained dog shits on the floor.  It cannot help doing what comes naturally.  Of course, I will still wring the mongrel’s neck.”  The smile stretched a bit wider, showing more teeth.  “I have little patience for ill-trained beasts, and I like a good, clean floor.”

“That a threat, mate?”  Pyro snapped.  Shinobi’s grip on his arm tightened, and he felt tingly all over, vaguely light-headed. The wine was certainly making itself known.

“You’re not important enough for threats.  I assume you will clean this up after you and my idiot son sleep off your intoxication.  And Shinobi and I will have a discussion about his behavior, when he is actually sober enough to listen to reason.”  Sebastian addressed the last sentence directly to his son, who still stood quietly, head bowed.  Pyro could feel tremors running up his arm, and realized that Shinobi was shaking.  Fury boiled up inside him, hot and quick.

“No, you bloody well won’t!”  He snarled.  “Your son is a grown man who can make his own fucking choices, yeah, and you’re not going to lecture him like a child, or….or anything else.  Anything else.”  There were words caught in his throat.  Things that Shinobi had only whispered, that were not meant to be said aloud.  “I won’t let you.  No one on this ship will let you!”  Pyro groped for his lighter on the table, planning to send a few fireballs at Shaw’s smug face, at least singe his eyebrows a bit.  He gaped for a moment as his hand passed directly through the table – fuckin’ hell I’m a ghost! – before he realized that Shinobi had phased both of them.  

Sebastian smirked.  “You’re very chivalrous towards the people you want to fuck, aren’t you, Allerdyce?  Does that help you to believe that you’re more than just a crass, violent thug?”

“Fuck off, Shaw!”  

“Let’s avoid any more poor choices tonight, shall we?” Sebastian leaned forward, and Shinobi actually flinched slightly, leaning back.  But Shaw just scooped up the lighter and pocketed it.  “I don’t think you’re in any condition to use this responsibly, Allerdyce. Remember, your precious Ms. Dastoor wouldn’t come back if you torched the boat, even if the rest of us would. And Shinobi – “

Letting go of Pyro’s arm, Shinobi finally raised his head, gazing up at his father through the mess of hair that had fallen across his face.  

“There’s really nothing to say, is there?  Nothing you haven’t heard before.  You’ve disappointed me time and time again.  I won’t waste my breath any further tonight. Enjoy wallowing in filth.  Come see me when you’re ready to act like a man again.”

“Yeah, no need to waste any more time here, I’m sure you’ve got loads of kitten murder videos to wank off to.”  Sebastian didn’t react, as he was already striding from the room, door swinging shut.  “Why don’t you go kick Tiny Tim’s crutch out from under him, that’ll get you nice and hard, won’t it?”  Pyro yelled after him.  

He sat fuming for a moment, wanting more than anything to rush down the corridor and rip out handfuls of Sebastian’s hair. Gouge his eyes out with his fingers and shove the bloody mess down his throat.  To torch the man until his skin cracked and bubbled.  To make him hurt.  But that wasn’t a battle he was likely to win, so instead he grabbed the table and flipped it over, the wine glasses shattering in every direction.  

He could imagine Shaw pausing in the hall, smirking in satisfaction at the sound of Pyro throwing a tantrum, acting like the animal that he really was.  He hurled an empty bottle at the door, but it must have been sturdily made, as it simply bounced and rolled.  Then he sat with his arms wrapped tight around himself, taking deep, slow breaths.  He could never quite believe that his power didn’t include creating fire, because he got so impossibly hot when enraged like this.  It would be so satisfying to burn something – something old and huge and valuable, just to stand in the center of the inferno and let it all turn to ash around him.  

Either that, or a good, hard fuck.  That’d do the trick, too.  

Perhaps it really was for the best that Shaw had taken his lighter.  Of course, he had at least two more on him, but he left them in his pockets, and instead took deep breaths.  Just like Haven had taught him, hands on his shoulders, to find a calm, cool place that existed somewhere inside him.  This is how we put the fire out.            

He heard a small sound, and realized as he opened his eyes that Shinobi was no longer standing next to him.  Instead, he was wobbling his way over towards the spilled wine (thrown wine, actually) with one of the bathroom towels.  He dropped to his knees and began to mop up the puddle.

“Shin, no, don’t do that,” Pyro stumbled over to him, none too steady himself.  He pulled the towel away.  It was his own mess to take care of, but more importantly, interrupting their evening to clean up a stupid wine splatter felt very much like letting Sebastian win.  

“It’ll stain,” Shinobi mumbled, looking down at the floor, not meeting Pyro’s eyes.    

“Who gives a shit?  I’ll clean it up tomorrow, okay?  I’m the one who threw it, I’ll take care of it.  I’ll give the whole floor a good scrubbing in a sexy maid costume.” He winked half-heartedly.  

Shinobi scowled down at the floor, and then gave Pyro an abrupt shove, knocking him off balance.

“Why did you have to act like such an asshole? Father already thinks the worst of you, but you always make it worse!”  

“Me?”  Pyro blinked in disbelief.  “He’s the one barging in here swinging his dick around.  You want me to just stand there like a kid getting lectured?  Fuck that!”

“I mean, you could just….you could at least try…” Shinobi mumbled, wringing his hands.

“Try what?  Try to be a little more sophisticated, is that it?  You think your Dad is right about me?  Am I too trashy for you, Shinobi?  I wasn’t too trashy to suck your dick twenty minutes ago, was I?”

“No!  No, I don’t mean, that!”  Shinobi stammered.  “I don’t mean….I just…..he always…..he….”

Suddenly Shinobi sucked in a sharp, hard breath, and wrapped his arms around Pyro’s torso, burying his face against his side.  Pyro fell silent as Shinobi squeezed him tight, breathing in harsh, ragged gasps that Pyro would politely not acknowledge as sobs.  

It wasn’t something that he was exactly used to, despite all the soppy romantic bullshit he wrote.  He’d spent half his life in terrorist and quasi-legit military groups full of dudes with powers who treated every single interaction as a dick-measuring contest.  Not to mention their fearless leader, who would probably jump off a cliff before she showed enough vulnerability to shed a tear.

But sometimes it happened.  Sometimes guys broke.  It had happened to Dominic once when the divorce was official.  He and Helen been separated long before Dominic became “Avalanche,” but somehow seeing it in writing had left the usually stoic man sobbing.  It had happened to Pyro right after they got back from a fruitless quest in the Savage Land for a Legacy Virus cure that had never existed in the first place.  He’d been able to hold it together while they were fighting their way out, but once he was back at his apartment – sick, hurting and so fucking exhausted, back in the place where he was now definitely going to die – he’d broken down completely.  Both times, they’d just held each other and said nothing, and that was enough.  Later they’d pretended nothing had happened, to spare the other man’s pride.  

He didn’t think silence would work with Shinobi. Shinobi was a talker (and frankly, if Pyro was honest, so was he.)  Gingerly, he reached his arms down to encircle Shinobi in an awkward hug.

“There, there,” he tried.  God, couldn’t he do any better than that?  He was a writer, for fuck’s sake.  He’d just had sex with the man less than an hour ago.  What would one of his heroes say?  

Not to worry, darling, I’ve discovered the Marquis’s dreadful secret. Your marriage was never legal in the first place, and we can have it annulled on the morrow.

There is no ghost, my love.  It is merely a trick of the light and your own flighty imagination. I swear to you, there is nothing out on those moors except the odd rabbit.  Pay no attention to servants’ gossip.  

To hell with your damned father!  I swear he shall not keep us apart another second, and you need never fear him again.

Well, that last one was awfully tempting.  But probably not quite right.  

“Hey,” he tried again.  “It’s okay.  I know….I know it don’t exactly seem okay right now.  But it is.  You’re not a kid anymore, right?  And you’re not alone here.  You’ve got a boatful of people with you, and we’re all willing to get between you and that moldy old nutsack you call a father, yeah?  We’re not gonna let him do anything to you, okay?”  At least, Pyro knew that he, Madelyne and Haven would all be willing to step between father and son, if necessary.  He wasn’t totally sure about Claudine, she could be a bit of a cold fish, but she seemed decent enough.

Shinobi’s harsh breathing that was not quite sobs was starting to slow a little bit, so Pyro figured he was probably doing something right.

“And fuck him, anyway.  You’re not any of the things he said.  He spends your whole life either ignoring you or beating you up, but he thinks he can step in and start judging you now?  He sets you up with all his money, then blames you for growing up rich?  What an absolute cunt.  He’s just completely wrapped up in himself, Shin.  He’s the king of the fucking universe and anyone who isn’t him is just a peasant.  That’s why he’s so hard on you, because you’re not exactly like him.  Which believe me, is a good thing.”  

“I just wish……I wish I was better sometimes,” Shinobi gasped.  

“Well, fuck man, me too,” Pyro said.  “I wish I was better, I mean.  Not the way your old man means it, just…you know, generally better. I’ve killed people, I’ve stolen, and I really don’t feel all that bad about a lot of it.  Compared to that, being a trust-fund kid who likes to party really isn’t all that bad.”

Shinobi huffed slightly, nearly a laugh.

“And hey, you almost managed to kill your Dad.”

“Almost.”

“Still, quite an accomplishment.  And Shaw’s full of bullshit talking about you never working, anyway.  We’re all part of the crew here, we all go on missions.  You contribute just like everyone else.  So he can shut the fuck up.”  

“Yeah, I guess.”  Shinobi drew back, rubbing at his face, and sniffing.  “Hey, did you say ‘there, there’ when I first started, um, you know…..crying?”  

“Yeah,” Pyro rubbed the back of his neck.  “I ain’t exactly a great therapist, I’m afraid. It was that, or start reading to you from The Ghost of Briarcliffe Manor.  At least the sex scenes would have perked you right up.”        

Shinobi cracked a smile.

“Maybe your Dad could use a bit of that.  Maybe he’d be less of a sour old bastard if he got laid more often.”

“No, unfortunately, he gets laid plenty,” Shinobi said, combing his hair back with his fingers.  “He just hates fun.”        

“Fun?”  Pyro assumed a sour expression, sticking his jaw out.  “We didn’t have fun when I was a boy.  In my day we worked a twelve-hour shift at the cannery and got a five-minute break to chew on a sassafras stick, and we liked that just fine!”  

Shinobi actually giggled, and Pyro went on, encouraged.

“Fun is a disease that has infested the younger generations!  All of this dancing and moving pictures, and gramophone music!  What’s wrong with eating a bowl of plain oatmeal and staring at a brick wall?  That’s how I used to let my hair down on Friday night!”  

Shinobi got up and returned with sofa pillows.

“Here.  Your chest is too narrow for the part.”

“Oh yes, mustn’t forget the massive tits.” Pyro unbuttoned his shirt to shove the pillows in.

There was wine and saliva seeping into his trouser legs as he knelt on the floor.  In the morning, he’d get up and clean up all the mess in a hung-over daze, and he’d probably step on broken glass in the dark and hop around swearing. Then he’d have to wait for the headache and nausea to lift while Sebastian gloated at their state.  

But it didn’t really matter.  At the moment, Pyro was pleasantly drunk and Shinobi was laughing, and that was good enough.

[glitterslag]

Any Day of The Year - Roger Taylor x Reader (Valentine’s Day)

GUYS i’m literally so buoyed up by all the nice things people have said about Booty Call & its put me in the mood to just write and write and never stop SO here’s a silly little roger blurb thing i just wrote in one go because to be honest i’ve still got so many valentine’s feels and i’m not ready for the love to be over!!  i had to get this out even though it was 2 days ago    D E A L  W I T H  I T

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, smut

Summary: Modern day AU. You’ve broken up with your boyfriend and your friend Roger doesn’t want you to be alone on Valentine’s Day.

1.

“Prick.” Rog mumbled absentmindedly, mouth full of a cigarette as he chucked takeaway menus and unopened post everywhere, searching the cluttered kitchen counter for his lighter. “I’ll kill him.”

“It’s here, idiot.”

He turned to you, sat on the sofa with your arm held out, zippo in hand. He walked over to stand in front of you, staring down at you while you lit his cig for him.

“Has he cheated on you?” He demanded. 

“No, Rog.” You said gently, sighing. 

He raised a bemused eyebrow, hands on hips. 

“Well what happened, then?” 

He asked it as though he’d never heard of any other reason to break up with someone. In fact, he probably hadn’t. 

You just shrugged, looking anywhere in the room but at him. 

“Just said it wasn’t gonna work out.” 

“Wanker.”

“Yeah.” 

Roger flopped down next to you on the settee, arms spread over the back as he blew smoke at the ceiling. 

“You bothered?” He said, eyeing you quickly before he dropped his head back again, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. 

“A bit,” you mused. It wasn’t like the two of you had been going out long. “It’s more the fact that it was only the day before Valentine’s Day. Wish he could’ve waited, you know? Now I don’t have anything to do.” 

Roger chuckled, letting his outstretched arm come down to rest on your shoulders. It was always straight to the point with you two. 

“Saving himself a good fifty quid by not taking you out for dinner, mind.” He said to himself, staring at something far-off with awed eyes. “I like his style.” 

You shoved him hard, and he dropped the deadpan act in exchange for a hearty laugh. 

“Not funny.” 

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2.

Valentine’s was probably the only night of the year Roger Taylor didn’t have a date. 

Bad for his rep, he said, to be seen out with a girl on Valentine’s Day. Couldn’t be doing with them getting any ideas, thinking he was looking for relationships and romance. Besides, he could get laid any other day of the week. 

He was happy to stay in with you, eating pizza all night and keeping you distracted from the heartbreak of losing Jonty. 

“It’s Jeremy!” You hissed at him for the twelfth time. “And I am NOT heartbroken.” 

He shrugged easily and popped open a beer, grinning. 

“Whatever.” 

Roger never liked your boyfriends, and couldn’t ever pretend to be too upset when it all went pear-shaped (which it usually did). He’d always give the stupidest reasons, like not liking a guy’s hair or that his jeans fit badly, and even once because he “didn’t like the way he ate his cereal”. 

A few too many bottles of beer later and you were starting to wonder whether he was right, though, scrolling up through yours and Jeremy’s old text conversations, trying to pin-point the exact moment it had all gone wrong this time.  

You had Rog temporarily distracted, trying to make sense of the pizza menu whilst tipsy and not wearing his glasses, squinting and muttering to himself darkly. 

“I keep telling you to get contacts.” You said, half irritated, and he looked up and noticed what you were doing. 

“Are you reading old texts?!” 

You made a move to hide your phone. Too slow, he snatched it away from you. 

“Stop it!” You protested, making grabby hands at him. He held it high above your head. 

“You’ll only drunk text him.” He warned, as if he had all of a sudden become the authority on all things romantic, and you rolled your eyes, annoyed. 

“What kind of pizza should I get?” 

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3.

Roger could be a gent, when he wanted. He provided the beers and paid for the pizza (you’d usually always go halves on takeaways) and his unspoken sympathy offering didn’t go unnoticed. 

He also knew how to be a little shit. 

When the delivery man had smiled and told the two of you to have a good night, Roger had shot him an evil grin, taking the pizza box under one arm and pulling you into his side. 

“Oh, I will mate.” He’d said, roughly grabbing your arse as you stifled a squeal. “If you know what I mean.”

He gave your bum a playful slap, winked at the blushing pizza boy and swung the apartment door shut in his face. 

“ROGER!” 

He just burst out cackling as you shoved him away. 

You tutted to yourself as you took the food back into his bedroom, getting yourselves settled on the bed. You felt bad for the poor boy. He couldn’t have been any more than sixteen. 

You weren’t really angry, though. It was all in good fun. You knew Rog could never talk to you ugly or touch you ugly. 

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4.

“Hey this pizza’s shaped like a heart!” You exclaimed, pleased, as you opened the box. “Valentine’s Day, and all that. I love Pizza Hut!”

Roger peered in. 

“Cute.” He commented, reaching for your confiscated phone in his back pocket. “Should instagram it.”

You froze, watching him as he fumbled with the password. 

“Rog, don’t.”

“Why?”

You reddened, answering him in the smallest of voices.

“Don’t want Jeremy to see it.” 

He put your phone away, but scoffed at you nevertheless. 

“Why d’you care?”

You didn’t say anything. 

As mugged off as you were feeling, you could never bring yourself to do something like that. Even though it had been him who dumped you, you wouldn’t want Jeremy to think you were on some kind of date only a day after the breakup. 

“Fine,” Roger started casually, searching the bed for his own phone. “I’ll just post it on mine.” 

You eyed him warily. 

“Why would you do that? You hate all that cheesy stuff.”

He ignored you, hovering over the bed on his knees so he could take his picture from above. 

“Does Jeremy follow you?” You asked uneasily. 

He still wouldn’t answer. 

“Roger!”

“What?” He said defensively, and you watched him helplessly as he posted the picture. “Got to give him something to be jealous about.” 

“You better hadn’t have tagged me!”

“He needs to realise how much of a prick he’s been.” He replied simply, as if that explained everything, leaning back on his hand and stuffing a slice of pepperoni into his big fat mouth. 

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5.

A couple more beers later and you were snogging in a giggly heap and to be honest, the only thing you could think was how much of a miracle it was that it hadn’t happened sooner. His tongue tasted like garlic mayo, and you weren’t even mad about it. 

You knocked a beer bottle over in the process and realised you were far too drunk for this, and had it been anyone else but him it could never have been a good idea. You felt bad about Jeremy for what - a second? But it was Roger for christ’s sake. He couldn't exactly be one to judge. 

“Bet you didn’t think you would be getting it in tonight.” You said, strained, tongue poking out a little as you tried to wiggle out of your skinny jeans. 

“I mean I was kind of hoping.” He looked at you apologetically, scratching his head. “Is that allowed?”

After a few unsuccessful attempts to bend you over (”why d’you keep turning round?” “Because I want to look at you you fucking idiot!”) Roger conceded. 

“Fine.” He huffed, flipping you back over and rolling his eyes like it was some big chore. You bounced a little, giggling. “Guess we’ll have to do it the ‘romantic’ way.” 

Oh what a shame. 

You could practically hear the air quotes in his voice, but he smushed his face into your neck all the same, nuzzling at you with his nose as he pushed back into you. You sighed dreamily, running your fingers through his hair, and judging by the size of his smile against your skin he wasn’t really all that opposed. 

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6. 

Ten minutes later and you were both dressed again, back to stealing his pizza crusts like it was any other night. He searched for something to watch on Netflix and you rested your head against his shoulder. Easy.

“We did it the wrong way around.” You remarked sleepily, and he didn’t understand what you meant. 

“It’s supposed to be Netflix and then chill.” You explained. “We did the chilling part first.” 

He winced, chuckling. 

“I don’t think it specifies the order, babe.” 

It wasn’t until a little while later, when you’d nearly fallen asleep, that he finally looked down at you, voice low and eyes suddenly serious.

“The only thing I’ve done in the wrong order was leaving this until tonight instead of doing it two years ago.”

He pressed a kiss low on your neck, then, suddenly making you feel very sober, and your heart was beating so fast you had to turn away. 

[smollandtoll]

HC: The Beautiful Goalie Problem

First order of business: As this is the first Gabriel Landeskog/Tyson Barrie headcanon we are posting we thought you should all enjoy a PRIMER on why they are amazing. You should go explore their tag on AO3 if you are thirsty for more Tall Bossy Europeans banging Slightly Neurotic Canadians With A Sweet Tooth (do we have a type? We might have a type). Other than that you just need to know that Gabe is a Babe and Tyson is cute as a woodland creature. They flirt a lot.

Second order of business: How familiar are you with Lithuanian and sometimes San Jose Sharks Goalie and professional model Mantas Armalis? Here are some photos:

(PSA because we know literally nothing about Mantas Armalis other than that he is beautiful and unashamed of it, he’s a goalie, and he is Lithuanian - we’ve decided to characterize him as like genuinely sweet and secure in his masculinity but Straight)

Our HC starts like this, Armalis is playing for the Sharks (we don’t think he actually is right now), the Avs have a night out after an East coast game and manage to catch a Sharks game in progress at the bar.

We are jumping straight into a universe in which Tyson has a well-known mancrush on Gabe. It’s not even that different from reality, with the calling him a chiseled viking stallion and all. But this is a legit, slightly despairing crush that Tyson is actually pretty decent at dealing with and only occasionally pops its head up when Gabe’s hair looks particularly good or Avs media makes him write a Valentine’s Day card ffs. But Tyson is a fairly flirty guy, and has little to no filter, especially when he’s flustered so no one really takes him that seriously, especially not Gabe. It’s like the ongoing tradition of both complimenting and chirping Gabe is his trademarked ambiguously gay thing. As a gay dude in hockey that would pretty much have to be your specialty - that or utter awkward silence. But still, flirting is a two way street. We’re looking at you, Valentines writing, smiley-eyes giving, clap-backing GABE. But anyway - Tyson has been (casually, low-key, manageably) hung up on Gabe. UNTIL.

The second Tyson sees Armalis he’s just struck dead, eyes wide, beer forgotten in front of him.

“Sweet baby Jesus, I didn't know men could be that beautiful. Like he's making Gabe look like a cabbage patch kid.” He probably says it way too loud and garners the interest of everyone around them including Gabe who heard his name slandered and leans in to see what’s up.

"Gabe move your giant head, you're blocking the view of that beautiful man." Tyson doesn’t even notice the way everyone is looking at them with surprise and amusement mixed with confusion. It seemed to all of them that Tyson was a one beautiful man kind of man but apparently he could be swayed by even more impressive cheekbones.

No one has ever ‘trumped Gabe’s hotness’ before, and Gabe personally finds it pretty amusing at first, the way that Tyson is drooling openly about this other guy. But as the night wears on he gets kind of tired of hearing about how blue and piercing the goalie’s eyes are, how his lips are just so, so perfect. And he’s literally a model!  And an NHL player! Husband material right there.

It definitely goes on like that for a couple weeks, blooming into full crush territory, Tyson occasionally spouting about that beautiful goalie, how he even looks amazing behind a full face mask. The boys all tease him about about his ‘cali boyfriend’, and then continue teasing as he protest by only making increasingly ludicrous claims about Lithuanian goalie’s hotness and starts to turn redder and redder (as he is wont to do). One part of his embarrassment is because of the guys teasing him, and one part by his own blunderingly obvious crush. It’s like Great Wall of China sized by now, like you know when someone tells you to stop talking about something because you’re being annoying but you’re obsessed and you just physically can’t? That’s what he’s like.

The Boys: SO COLD TYS, YOU'RE SO LOVE EM AND LEAVE EM, JUST THE NEXT BEEFY EUROPEAN HUNK YOU CAN FIND, EH??? (towel snaps)

Meanwhile Gabe kind of sits in the wings and gets further and further wound up about it. He knows he’s irrationally fuming, it wasn’t like Tyson really meant anything about these comments, OR about the comments he’d always said about Gabe, but by now they were routine and comfortable. Also Gabe has definitely rarely encountered better looking men than himself, or at least men that other people would be more attracted to, so he’s really not used to the sensation of being sincerely jealous.

The tension in the locker room is probably palpable, Gabe would try SO HARD to laugh it off, "Haha, yes, we all knew about this giant crush Tyson had on me that I in no way reciprocated and that it has moved on to greener pastures, haha."

BUT HE RECIPROCATED HARD. Oh did he reciprocate. He was just waiting for the timing to be right you know?! With the season and all things were delicate and he didn’t want to screw anything up but they seemed to have been circling each other! They were getting closer and closer to some resolution to all the complicated feelings building between them - and BAM suddenly Tys is pining for this other guy? And he’s a world class hottie who would be lucky to have someone like Tyson being in love with them?????

Tys by now is like campaigning all of his contacts for guys that know him or are on the sharks so he can introduce/endearingly embarrass himself (also he’s a little bit self deprecatingly going for guys way out of his league (in his head) so they're unattainable and he can never have love because he doesn't believe he deserves love - like he knows he’s the funny sidekick type not the leading man type etc. and like it’s just safer to hardcore flirt with guys that would never even look at you than to actually try for something and maybe not get it).

Gabe has moved on from pasting uncomfortable smiles on his face and swallowing his jealousy to pasting uncomfortable smiles on his face and openly moping in heartbroken despair when he thinks no one is looking.

But Nate was looking, because Nate knew, Nate knew.  He has 100% been privy to all the times Gabe like took a too-drunk-off-his-ass-from-a-few-coolers Tys home and tenderly tucked him in and made sure he was comfy and not gonna vom -- ABOVE AND BEYOND CAP DUTIES GABE. Nate knows about your dirty Tyson loving secret.

So Gabe is moping hard as we already stated, and Tys is still frothing over another dude - and secretly he's relieved to have another crush, because the thing with Gabe was getting embarrassing for him, it was growing legs and starting not to be able to be just shrugged off. Other people were starting to notice that he was being a little too genuine with his comments with Gabe.

But it’s been long enough, Gabe is tired of moping and he wants to move on, he wants to find peace but he’s never going to find it without addressing his feelings and directly facing what is happening between them so what he gets all his feelings boiled down to sounds like:

I was reading into our friendship...seeing things that weren't there...like actual affection, and I was just a convenient piece of ass, I guess.

Still feeling hurt and upset about that, but still loving Tys, because he's a genuine dude - but also just trying to reconcile the things he's now hearing Tys blatantly say about this other guy - those things he used to awkwardly stifle when Gabe came into the room in his towel and shower sandals.

Gabe is HURT. Tys is in DENIAL/SELF LOATHING. Nate is so TIRED.

There would then have to be a lot of Nate like meddling/trying to get them to use their words. But, as it goes, anger/resentment would probably mix into the sludge of emotions and trigger Gabe back around to envy, making him posture and be Extra Babe™ and kind of torture Tys. Which, unfortunately, only makes him re-double his focus on Armalis.

But that, in turn probably makes Armalis notice Tys because he is legitimately so cute and also all these tweets about him are so flattering and sweet! And not-gay flirting is what Tys excels at, like he knows most of the dudes he flirts with aren’t gay, and he’s not gonna pressure them, but it’s just for fun and they like it cause he’s such a bro and everyone likes compliments right?

Anyway so Armalis responds - he flirts back! No harm in flirting! He's not actually gay but crushes are real! No reason to be rude! Maybe a photo! Maybe they could hang out!  

So it’s just a chill mild flirty friendship with the added bonus of maybe helping Tyson acclimatise to super hot euro dudes.

(The Sharks social media and the Avs social media have been exchanging eyeball emojis about all this and swapping DMs about trying to figure out how to use this friendship to a publicity advantage)

But then Armalis posts a couple of instagram selfies of them pre-game next time the sharks are in town. Cue Gabe losing his fucking MIND about it. At first he's like “BRB, I'm gonna go jump off the roof of the Pepsi Center.” but then he's like “....you know what? NO. THAT'S MY CHIPMUNK. YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM. I'M GOING TO BEAM ALL OF MY THOUSAND WATT VIKING SUN GOD FURY AT YOU MORTAL.”

But first there’s a lot of venting to long suffering Nate and probably whatever Swedish phone tree exists in the NHL (don’t tell us there’s not a Swedish phone tree, if there’s a Russian knitting circle there’s a Swedish phone tree).

Swedish group chat probably:

Horny: No sympathy, you gotta lock down your man

Karlsson:...haha!! he's so much better looking than you!!

Backstrom: please stop adding me to these things

Lundqvist: 😏🍆

So, probably, after he’s ranted a lot about it, the wind goes out of Gabe’s sails and he wilts hard and thinks he's lost his babe-aliciousness and gets real depressed about it, y’know that thundercloud disassociating in the locker room and feeling sorry for himself.

Tyson definitely notices that, and probably goes to Nate with a, "Woah wait WTF is happening with Gabe?" and Nate manfully resists beating his head into something concrete and replies with "Nice of you to notice you broke his heart there, bud"

Tyson: HOW? I NEVER HAD SAID HEART!

Nate: (withering look)

But also, Tys and Armalis have grown an Actual Friendship™ and Tys probably tells him all about what’s happening with Gabe, and just all about Gabe in general, and how he is like actually probably legitimately in love with him.

And Armalis with all the cliche wisdom of a usual hockey bro: You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, you know.

Tyson: are you quoting Gretzky at me?

Armalis: Go get your man already!

And then Tys has to dig Gabe out of his new den of sadness and candy wrappers and tell him he loves him and wants to tease him forever and have his giant headed babies and stuff. And like, that’s love, because think of the birth canal. Gabe: TYSON-

BONUS:

Tyson: (Dreamy sigh) what do you think lithuanian dirty talk sounds like

Nate: BRUTES.

Tyson: What?! Don't tell me you haven't watched Russian porn Nate, because I'd call you a LIAR.

[blackbatpurplecat]

@doc-scarecrow replied to your post “Oh God. I can’t wait for the current season of Supergirl to be over so...”

Tell us how you really feel about the show.

That’s... actually kinda it. I’m annoyed by it. Or annoyed by what is has become.

It started out so promising, season 1 was fun. It had great characters that developed, it had action, charm, the cast had chemistry, Kara was the actual main character, a kickass woman who didn’t need her cousin’s help, her sister was a badass, her boss was a badass, Lucy Lane was a badass - we got many awesome women - and the love between two sisters was a main focus. Okay, we had to endure a will-they-won’t-they starring Kara and Jimmy but it was bearable. I don’t say it was good but it didn’t make me want to put my head through the monitor.

Season 2 is garbage. For example, they immediately introduced Superman and had him in 2 episodes because the female lead isn’t enough to pull in viewers, she’s only a woman after all. After one entire season of pining, Kara and Jimmy finally got together but she immediately left him again because INSERT REASON HERE. She dumps him out of the blue and I am convinced it’s because he’s black. The writers don’t want an interracial love story, nope, can’t do that. Let’s introduce a horrendous bland, white pretty boy who abuses the female lead, that’s what people want to see.

And so far we’ve had TWO storylines that weren’t even covered in the show! Oh no, you wanna know how they end? Watch The Flash, a mediocre DC TV show. No one watches it so they had to plug it. I hate that in comic books and I despise it even more in TV shows. Your show’s called Supergirl, I want to watch Supergirl and her adventures. I don’t give a fuck about The Flash or Arrow, those cliffhangers won’t make me watch those shows but they will make me hate yours.

The gay subplot with Alex is by far the best development in this season. It showed us a realistic coming-out for a both badass and vulnerable character and now she’s in a loving relationship with another badass woman without any major drama or death. (btw if they kill off Maggie or break them up, I will set their studio on fire) But(!!!) that relationship a) doesn’t have enough screentime (remember when they said the Valentine’s episode would be about the lesbians? and then they got like 3min of screentime?! WTF?!) and b) robs us of Kara-Alex scenes which were kinda the soul of season 1. Both women barely spend any time together anymore and I miss it.

Another relationship that has HIGH potential to become a gay subplot is that “friendship” between Lena Luthor and Kara. Holy shit, could it be any more obvious that Lena is interested in Kara? She sends her flowers, she adores her, she respects her, she praises her - and man, are those some serious heart eyes, motherfucker! 

How amazing would it be if not only Alex but also Kara realised that she’s into girls?! Two amazing female role models, one gay and the other bi! Think of the representation, think of the queer fans who would jump with joy! BUT NO, one same sex plot is already almost too much. We can’t have that.

Then we had that conflict between J’onn and M'gann which was extremely interesting! Their races have a brutal history, they went from foes to allies to almost-lovers. Watching them was precious. I mean that one flashback scene with the Green Martian holocaust, that was dark and deep! It also made us feel sympathy for both characters. They had a fascinating relationship but nope, J’onn doesn’t deserve a personal life and we don’t need another woman, let’s have her move back to space for no reason. (you also knew that they would fall in love because SURPRISE SURPRISE she was played by a black actress, as I said before NO interracial love stories here, we can’t have that!)

In general, the theme of family got lost. The sisters are barely together, J’onn only spits out expositions, Jimmy doesn’t even show up in several episodes and his STEEL alter ego constantly gets his ass handed to him, Winn’s just... there to fuck aliens, I dunno. Where are the strong bonds from the first season?!

And as I said, the biggest shitpile of a disgrace is the entire Mon-El plot, a disgustingly arrogant character that took the show away from Kara and is now the lead himself. He’s constantly acting like an apocalyptic fuck head without facing any consequences. Even worse, he gets rewarded for being a douche! Sometimes, they call him out on his shit but in the end, he’s the good guy we’re supposed to like. Oh haha, he’s so funny and charming and totally learns from his mistakes and is a better person now.

Even the Supergirl actress, Melissa Benoist, does not like the pairing but can’t say anything out loud because of her contract.

The Valentine’s Day episode was the worst thing I’ve seen on a TV show for a while, I felt like puking. They keep introducing guys who are in love with Kara but this time, two abusive douche canoes fought over her. Was that an attempt at making Mon-El look good? If that was the case, then it epically failed! It just proved how alike he and Mxyzptlk (who’s an attractive mid-twen man now... okay...?!) are! Both are overbearing, possessive fucks who don’t respect Kara, ignore any boundaries, don’t give a shit about her feelings, her wishes, her thoughts, and see her as an object to possess. Kara even pointed out over and over and over again what a self-centered cockwomble Mon-El is and that they do not match!!! YET SHE GOT INVOLVED WITH HIM BECAUSE HE’S AS STRONG AS HER SO THEY CAN FUCK WITHOUT ANY DANGER, the same piss poor reason people keep pairing up Superman and Wonder Woman!

And we shouldn’t forget that Kara gave up her dream job and her life as Kara for him because he told her she’d be better off that way! WHAT THE FLYING FUCK??? 

The message is clear: boys, you can be assholes but girls will love you for it and girls, it’s okay for a boy to lie to you and disrespect you as long as he is pretty and claims he loves you. Your boyfriend is abusive and always tells you what to do? You better forgive him and realise he’s right because he’s a good person behind all the crap.

Gimme a fucking break!

Oh and what’s even better!!! Kara FINALLY dumped his abusive ass in the last episode - BUT HE COMPLETELY IGNORES IT! He does NOT accept the fact that she dumped him for lying to her! Yet again, he does not respect what Kara says and does, and continues to live in his own little world. After breaking into her apartment to wait for her there in the dark, this is another trait that reminds me of the behavior of a stalker. He sickens me, he disgusts me, he makes me so fucking mad. If they don’t kill him off in a horrific, bloody, gruesome rated-R fashion in the season’s finale, I’ll quit the show.

If only Cat Grant was here... She would know how to treat a peckerface like Mon-El and straighten out Kara for falling for his shit!

I MISS SEASON ONE SUPERGIRL!!!

[pandatookmycookies]

1-100 they're cool ones

1.What have you eaten today?-Nothing so far... Should probably eat at some point xD2. Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant?-A person, and it was cute. 3. What color shoes did you last wear?-My DC trainers, they comfort.4. Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week?-Frands, there’s been many a funny giggles.5. What is your favorite scent?-Sweet smells c: 6. What is your favorite season? Why?-I don’t really have one, I kinda hate and love all of them for different reasons x3 Although English winters suck cause it’s cold, windy and rainy all the fricking time. 7. Can you do a handstand or cartwheel?-PAHAHAHAHA. I have the upper body strength of a newborn xD 8. What color are your nails?-Nail colour, I can’t wear nail polish cause of uni (we do practicals and we’re not allowed to have em painted).9. If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be?-Something cute, like a lil loveheart near my eye or something. 10. What is something you find romantic?-EVERYTHING!! Just genuinely giving a shit o:11. Are you happy?-I mean I’m not curled up in a ball crying in the corner of my room yet so I wouldn’t say I’m unhappy as such o:12. Is there anything in particular making you happy or sad?-Uni is literally the bane of my life. 13. Dogs or Cats?-BOTH Q-Q PLZ CAN SOMEONE GIVE ME THEM ALL?!!?!15. Which do you prefer:a museum, a night club, the forest or a library?-Depends, museum or forest would be super cool tho. Can like I go there now?15. What is your style?-I have no idea, usually “find something that fits and makes you look slightly less like a homeless person than you already look” o.o Although, usually black clothes. They go with everything then! 16. If you could be doing anything you like right now, what would it be?-Sleeping. 17. Are you in a relationship or single?-I am a one bob.18. What makes you attracted to the person you like right now?-Everything.19. If you could replace your partner/best friend with a celebrity of your choice, would you? Who with?-Erm I wouldn’t? xD 20. Are you holding on to something you need to let go of? If so then what? -m8 I am literally a grudge queen, these two girls took the piss out of my art and I still dislike them for that. 21. How did you celebrate last Halloween?-Erm... I think I was working? Maybe? not really sure o.o Can’t remember.22. Have you recently made any big decisions? -Yes, waking up is one of those decisions.23. Were you ever in a school play?-Yeah, only back in Lithuania tho x3 24. What movie would you use to describe your life?-Some really cringy comedy where the main character is horrendous at life.25. Is there something you have dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?-Travelling!! Because no monies or time :C I’d also like to go volunteer at a bunch of animal shelters abroad and help them fix everything up and stuff, but once again, dollah and time :c 26. Complete this sentence, “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…”-Everything.27. What are two things that irritate you about the same sex?-This weird competition thing that we seem to have?? Like, can we not just love each other and stop judging?!?! Like just be nice to each other Q-Q And the fact that a lot of us have really bad self-confidence, like no gurl!! I love you and you are beautiful in every way please don’t hate yourself!! 28. What are two things that irritate you about the opposite sex?-How most of them assume that the friendzone is a thing, and it’s like!?!? WHY IS BEING MY FRIEND SO DIFFICULT FOR YOU?!!? ALSO THAT’S LIKE EXACTLY HOW YOU WOULD GO ABOUT EVEN ATTEMPTING TO BE ANYTHING MORE WITH ME SO WHY YOU COMPLAINING!?!? And this whole “oh she’s a slut cause she did this or that” yet, some of them go about begging ladies to do that exact thing they shame us about... it’s like?!? where the fuck is the logic in that??? 29. What is the best thing that has happened to you this week?-Erm... good question... Erm... Nothing really o.o I mean I woke up and didn’t die whilst driving home? 30. What is something that makes you sad when you think about it?-A lot of things o.o31. How long was your longest relationship?-3 years and 11 months. 32. Have you ever been in love?-Idk what it was man, maybe??33. Are you currently in love?-WHAT IS LOVE, BABY DON’T HURT ME, DON’T HURT ME, NO MORE!!!34. Why did your last relationship end?-WELLLLL!!! A shit tonne of reasons but the breaking point was when my lung popped and the ambulance had to take me to the hospital, he decided to ring me and shout at me and have an argument with me because it meant that I wasn’t going to go around to his house?... and then he didn’t wanna visit me until I asked him to, and told him that my parents will pick him up and take him home afterwards, and he was an absolute ass whilst I was at home for like a month trying to heal, he literally said to me “your lung drain (he meant chest drain but alright fam) is out now so don’t expect any sympathy from me, clearly you’re fine otherwise they wouldn’t have taken it out” and pretty much still expected me to do everything for him c: So yeah... things weren’t very fab xD 35. What jewelry are you wearing right now, and where did you get it?-Just one earing in my second hole, the piercing place, never really got round to changing it tbh. 36. When was the last time you cried and why?-Like 2 weeks ago or something? I had to run out of the classroom and lock myself in the uni toilets and have a lil bit of a breakdown c: No idea, think I just bottled up everything too much.37. Name someone pretty.-ALL OF YOU READING THIS!!38. What did you receive last Valentines Day?-Neda bought me a potted plant for my room x3 That was cute. 39. Do you get jealous easily?-Eh, depends, like not usually but if you give me reason then hell yeah. 40. Have you ever been cheated on?-Yes.41. Do you trust your partner/best friend?-Yes c: 42. Ever had detention?-A few times. 43. Would you rather live in the countryside or the city?-Eh, kinda like... idk... a bit of both?? Like I’d be scared if it was the countryside in the sense that there’s no one else anywhere near you, cause then like if someone murders me no one will know Q-Q But yeah, countryside ish would be nice c: 44. What do people call you? -Depends who really o: And when xD if people are pissed off at me they usually say Agnes or something. 45. What was the last book you read? -BSAVA Manual of Canine and Feline Oncolody 3rd edition. 46. How big of a nerd/dork are you? -Not really sure? o:47. What kind of music do you listen to?-A lil bit of everything x3 but lately mostly metal.48. How tall are you?-164cm fuck knows in ft... maybe 5ft4??49. Do you like kids?-Depends xD Like... They usually annoy me. Unless they’re cool. 50. Favorite fruits?-Watermelon. 51. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?-Jeans.52. What’s your earliest memory?-Drawing on the walls in my room in lithuania. That was fun.53. Ever had a poem or song written about you or to you?-Noes o: well not as far as I know anyway.54. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?-Depends o: But usually I’m behind the camera. 55. Do you have a collection of anything? -Loads of stuff that I keep in case I ever use it for art (like really, not had any time ever so that’s probably very unlikely but who knows!!!)56. Do you save money or spend it? -Bit of all really o:57. What would your dream house be like?-Full of dogs and cats, maybe some llamas.58. What top 5 things make you the angriest?-When people hurt me friends, stupid drivers on the road THAT DON’T USE THEIR FUCKING INDICATORS!?!?!, when pheasants run out in front of the car whilst driving to uni, uni, slow walkers. 59. What top 5 things always brings a smile to your face?-Goldi, nice people, glitter, being appreciated, animal videos.60. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?-FUCK THE JOB, literally i can’t even swim but fuck everything. That lil pooch getting saved. 61. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?-a) i tell people I care about.b) TRAVEL!! :D make a playlist for my funeral so then everyone can boogie. c) Probably a bit, but eh. 62. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.-Ventricular fibrillation can be treated with lidocaine. 63. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?-Australia or Iceland. Or somewhere pretty. 64. Do you like the beach?-Yes Q-Q 65. Ever sleep on the couch or a bed with someone special?-Yes, Goldi.66. Do you have a middle name? If so what is it!-Nope c: i think it would drive people nuts having to write my full name out if I did tbh xD 67. Do you talk to yourself?-Of course.68. Describe your hair.-Blonde?? Weird?? A pain in the ass.69. What is the meaning of life.-You tell me? 70. What is your ideal partner like?-A human being c: A nice one. One that gives a shit, and will deal with the way that I am.71. Do you want to get married?-Maybe one day o: 72. Do you want to have kids?-Maybe one day, but for now nah thanks.73. Like or dislike your family?-Close family like, some of the family in Lithuania not so much.74. Are you Chunky or Slim?-I’m like chubby? idk??75. Would you consider yourself smart? -I mean I can be, but I lack common sense.76. What would you change about your life? -More time to be a human?77. Religious or Not?-Nah, although I nearly got stabbed by a lady in the library yesterday because I told her I’m not religious, and she told me judgement day was coming and wanted my contact details and i was just sat there like ._.”78. You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?-Sav, or Steev, or any of my uni friends tbh.79. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?-Nah.80. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?-My friends c: 81. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?-Cuddles.82. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?-Yeah why not.83. Do you like when people play with your hair? -Yes, plz. 84. Do you like bubble baths?-I like em more now for sure x3 ALL OF THE BATHBOMBS!!85. Have you ever been pulled over by a cop?-Nah. Well, not me personally. But been in a car whilst it was pulled over. 86. Have you ever danced in the rain?-Yes!! That’s how I used to spend my summer holidays at my nans xD When we’d get massive summer showers, it was beautiful.87. Do you trust anyone with your life?-Doctors. Maybe.88. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?-FFS.89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week) -Iceland, Australia, Sweden, America, Canada, Bahamas, Hawaii. erm... Idk, just take me wherever it’s pretty!!90. How was your day today?-So far I’ve not died so good c: Wbu?91. Play an instrument? -Nah xD92. Describe the what you think of the ocean.-Its so beautiful, and hides so many petrifying things!! Likw ALL of that wildlife there!! like... I wanna see it all. 93. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?-Aliens for sure, ghosts, more on the fence about.94. Honestly, are things how you wanted them to be? -Eh, not really, but its a work in progress c: 95. Do you have a mean bitchy scary side?-Oh yes xD96. When are you vulnerable?-All the time. I’m fragile. 97. How much free time do you have?-Literally -2000000.98. Do you like to go hiking? -Yeah sure! :D 99. Odd or Even Numbers?-Hmmm... even unless it ends with a 5. 100. Would you ever go sky diving, bungee jumping , cliff diving, wing suit gliding, parasailing, snorkeling, or other extreme activities?-Hmm not really sure D: I’m a massive wimp especially when it comes to heights and stuff... like... Don’t really know o: Maybe one day!! :3 Thanking you for the ask!! And I’m ever so sorry it’s took me so long Q-Q Like I am terrible i know D: