#and before anyone gets me wrong i'm not saying you have to /like/ them or /agree/ about how they went over things or /forgive/ them for it

[iguanodonwildman]

[Image ID: 3 screenshots of tumblr tags that read as follows:

First image: #megamind #you could say #that Metroman thought he was helping Megamind #by playing the game #and shielding Megamind from actual consequences #taking it just far enough to make Megamind feel included and make himself look good #but he steps away because he realizes that that's not truly helping either of them #they're stagnating #and they both need to grow #Metroman has always had the social awareness that Megamind lacked #and when they were kids it benefited him but eventually he realized that it hurt Megamind for him to take advantage of that #so he's heroic even in giving up being a hero by saving the villain from himself

Second image: #megamind #i think metroman realized this #yes he was burned out and needed to stop #but when they find him again he tells megamind he knows he can be "good" #something of this realization was probably part of that whole existential crisis he had mid fight

Third image: #and this is why he's an extremely powerful metaphor for neurodivergent kids and kids of colour #and anyone else that society labels a rebel at far too young an age #bc like! punishment unconnected to the crime from every adult in your life is exactly what i grew up with for being autistic #and it's something i'm still dealing with the ramifications of as an adult #because it's really really hard to properly evaluate your circumstances and act like a normal person #when there is a part of your brain you can't turn off that at some point people you love will start hating you #and you can't predict when or why it's just gonna happen #and the result of that is either you become a paranoid people pleaser #or you go fuck it if i make you hate me before you decide to hate me then i'm in control #megamind manages to be both actually he's a villain to the city and a people pleaser to roxanne #but the point is if you grew up like that the entire idea that you could have control over your life goes out the window #because you have NO control - both the villain and people pleaser responses are trying to gain a bit of control back #but it's a pitiful amount compared to how much most people have #and i've had this realisation of getting to adulthood and realising that your life has never been under your control at all #so of course you don't think of consequence - you can't change it. no matter what you do you've never been able to #you could try and predict the outcome #but you've learned a long time ago if you think about the consequences you'll be wrong and you'll get hurt #it's not just realising the consequences were there that changes him. it's realising he didn't lose roxanne (or metroman) #even though they should have given up on him like everyone else that's what always happens #and maybe he wasn't doomed to be wrong and get hurt every time after all.

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So like, it's okay to be good and nobody is born evil and anyone can change the path they're on, yadda yadda yadda, but I actually think one of the biggest lessons Megamind learns over the course of the film is the shocking revelation that actions have consequences.

I'm not even kidding. When you put aside the whole 'evil' thing, one of Megamind's biggest flaws is his entirely screwed up notion of cause and effect.

Like, the whole reason the plot happens is because it apparently never occurred to Megamind that 'carrying out elaborate plots to kill Metroman' could ever result in 'dead Metroman'. Nor that creating a new hero with the specific motivation of defeating him, Megamind, could lead to negative consequences for him, Megamind. Or that riling said hero up into a murderous rage could have the unforeseen consequence of that hero raging around murderously.

Dude spent at least a few years kidnapping Roxanne, threatening her with alligators and lasers and various other villainous knick-knacks, only to disguise himself as somebody else and lie to her until she fell in love with this fake identity he'd created and is genuinely shocked when she is upset upon finding this out.

Not just that she did find out, but that post-her finding out he is unable to talk her into continuing the relationship.

“We don't judge a book by its cover or a person by their appearance… we judge them based on their actions.”

“Seems kinda petty, don't you think?”

Megamind may be a genius when it comes to inventions and evil plans, but he's a fucking idiot when it comes to predicting and anticipating the obvious results of his actions.

And thing is, it makes total sense why he would be like that.

He spent his childhood being consistently punished by the adults in his life, often for no reason that he could understand or even for no reason at all. As a result, he stops viewing punishment as a consequence of his behaviour and starts seeing it as a consequence of him being 'evil', which of course leads to him leaning into his evil persona and eventually becoming a supervillain.

And, as a supervillain, ironically enough, he's completely sheltered from consequence by his greatest enemy, Metroman.

Megamind doesn't need to worry about his evil plans hurting any citizens, because Metroman will use his powers to save them. Megamind doesn't have to worry about the damage he does to the city, because Metroman can fix it.

Megamind does in theory have to worry about social consequences for his behaviour, but the social consequences are being locked in prison and having everybody hate him which is like, the default status quo of his existence since he was a baby.

He literally calls the prison as 'home', a word he does not use to refer to his Evil Lair or indeed anywhere else in the film barring his home planet. Going there is an inconvenience, maybe, but it's not really a punishment. It's where he lives.

Metroman's 'death' changes all that.

Not only does one of Megamind's evil plans finally destroy something that (seemingly) can't be fixed, but he's then turned loose on the city with no superhero to run around after him cleaning up his mess.

Now, if he steals all the artwork in the gallery, then Metro City will no longer have artwork in it's gallery, and people (Roxanne) will miss it and be upset. If he doesn't take care to clean the streets then the streets… will be dirty, and people (Roxanne) will be negatively affected.

If he gives a random, unstable, person superpowers and then goes out of his way to piss that person off, then that person can't be guaranteed upon to “play the game” just because that's what Metroman did, and people (Megamind… then everybody else) will be negatively affected.

And the flipside of this is that, by the end of the film, he wins the battle because he realises "hey, I can change this". If his negative actions have negative consequences then he can choose to do the positive thing instead and save the city.

[lovewithmary]

loving hearts (and growing homes), max verstappen & charles leclerc — one

an f1 x mcu crossover

★ fc: madison beer ☆ pairing: stark!oc x max verstappen (current), poly!max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc (future) ★ summary: evangeline "evie" stark has been the subject of headlines even before she was born, subjecting her to much scrutiny over the years. ever since she became a teenager, the media has always speculated on who she was dating, whether it be her long-time best friend/colleague peter parker, or fellow billionaire's child, harry osborn, or whoever they can connect evie with. frankly, it was a little disparaging considering that she's been in a relationship with one max verstappen since they were 15. however, once their relationship has been revealed, will their relationship stay the same, or does a certain monegasque ferrari driver have something to say about it? (spoiler alert: charles wants both of them, not just one) ☆ notes: to those of you who are familiar with my work, this is a reboot of one of my old series, (not) moving on. however, this series is not going to be like (not) moving on, as i've changed a lot of things about the series and what's coming up. so i hope you guys enjoy it!

( 1997, 2004, 2009 ) ( pictures are in chronological order )

( 2012 )

Evie's phone buzzed, removing her attention from what she was working on to grab her phone quickly. She smiled at the sight of Max's text and texted back.

"Is that lover boy texting you? Do I have to revoke your phone privileges or can you refrain from making puppy dog eyes at it?" Tony teased his daughter, fully knowing what was taking her attention.

Evie looked up to see that both her dad and Peter were looking at her. Her dad with the smug look he always made when he had caught her doing something, and Peter with a clueless expression, looking like he didn't have any idea what the conversation was.

She rolled her eyes, sending a response to Max's text before putting her phone down. "I was not making puppy dog eyes. And for your information, it was Max," she said, going back to her laptop.

"Lover boy, Max, same person," Tony remarked.

"Who's Max?" Peter asked.

"Max is..." Evie trailed off, not knowing if Peter was even allowed to know.

Despite her and Max getting together only recently, they had readily agreed to keep their relationship a secret. Not because they were ashamed of it, never because of that (if it had been Max's choice, he would've told everyone he knew he was dating the Evie Stark, future CEO of Stark Industries) (and Evie would've been telling everyone she was dating the Max Verstappen, future F1 WDC).

It was because of the media, for the most part. They both knew how vicious news outlets and gossip columns were, considering they had a few stories come out about them and they didn't even do anything. Evie was familiar with being rumored to be in a relationship with every billionaire son who was in a close age range with her, so she had her fair share of rumors.

"Just tell the kid, he might be here for long enough to meet Max anyways," Tony shrugged.

Evie turned to Peter and said, "Whatever I'm about to tell you cannot leave this room,"

Peter quickly nodded and said, "I won't tell anyone,"

"I have a boyfriend," Evie said.

Peter blinked. "That's it?"

"Okay, I am so not loving the enthusiasm right now," she said.

"I mean, everyone gets boyfriends," Peter shrugged.

"I missed it when you were scared of me and thought I was going to terrorize you," Evie sighed.

"The rumors called you scary! I thought if I looked at you wrong, you were gonna yell at me!" Peter defended.

Evie rolled her eyes and said, "The only reason why I don't want a lot of people knowing is because he's a driver,"

"So what, he drives? I don't have my license yet but that's only 'cause we're in New York and who drives in New York besides Taxi Drivers and Business Men?"

Evie already felt a headache forming. "Not just a driver, a race car driver,"

"Like Dom Toretto? Is that why you're hiding your relationship, because he's older and illegally drives cars? Is he bald too?"

"What—no, Peter, I am dating someone that's our age and drives cars professionally and in no way illegal. And not bald!"

"Oh, who is he? Maybe I know him,"

"His name is Max Verstappen and I highly doubt you know him,"

"Verstappen? Isn't he that driver guy that drove for F1 and Mr Stark talked to him once?"

"Ha, I want you to refer to Jos as 'that driver guy' and see how he reacts," Tony cackled.

"It's not Jos, it's his son. And don't say that ever again, I do not want that insinuation in my mind," Evie gagged.

"Did you guys meet when Mr Stark's nearly died in Monaco?" Peter questioned, the relationship piquing his interest.

It wasn't every day you'd be able to hear the relationship details from someone as well-known as Evie Stark, especially since she had made him swear he wouldn't say anything. Also since a driver wasn't someone he expected Evie to be interested in. Peter thought that she would be dating a billionaire's son or the son of a superhero.

"We met when we were kids, actually. His dad knew mine, and I'm pretty sure Jos was trying to get on Dad's good side using me. But now I'm dating his son and he can't get rid of me so that backfired on him since he and Dad just bicker all the time whenever they see each other," she told him.

"You don't like him, Mr Stark?"

"More like I don't like how he treats his son sometimes, but that's neither here nor there. I just try to make sure the kid gets to be a kid with Evie sometimes," Tony said.

Peter was about to ask one more question, but Evie's phone started to buzz incessantly, indicating someone was calling her.

And based on how Evie's eyes lit up and how she smiled, Peter could only guess that it was Max. "Can I..." Evie trailed off, looking at her dad.

Tony rolled his eyes and said, "Go,"

Evie stood up from her chair and gave a brief hug to Tony and a wave to Peter then said, "Talk to you guys later!"

( 2016 )

"You don't have to watch every race. The time difference is too much, especially here in Spain and you're in New York," Max spoke into the phone.

"Nonsense, if I don't watch every race, then I can't say that I'm the biggest Max Verstappen fan since day one, can I?" Evie replied.

Max smiled at that. Despite Evie regularly insisting she was the original Max Verstappen fan, he still couldn't get used to how much faith she had in him. At this point, it had been 4 to 5 years since he had asked her to be his girlfriend, and she still was so confident in his abilities to reach F1 that he had actually managed to achieve it.

Being together this long was impressive, especially since they were still young and long distance for the most part due to Max's career. But both of them were willing to make it work and put in the effort that was needed to keep the relationship strong. Like daily phone calls and text messages throughout the day helped them.

"Besides, I was already awake so I might as well stay up for a little longer to watch your race," Evie casually said, but Max knew better.

"Did you stay up late again? You know how messed up your sleep schedule is," he lightly scolded her.

Evie had a habit of staying up to work on projects, which she got from Tony. From what he knew, she mainly worked on her dad's Iron Man suits and Peter's Spider-Man suit. There were many sleepless nights Max had spent with Evie when he was over in New York, trying to convince Evie to go to sleep. Most of the time it worked, but other times, he resigned himself to staying up with Evie so she had someone to be with, even if she was focused on her project and wasn't very talkative.

"I'll go to sleep right after your race, promise," she said to appease him, which it kind of did (he would've preferred she sleeps now but he'll take what he can get).

"You wouldn't even miss anything, I probably won't even finish the race again with my luck," Max sighed.

He heard rustling from the other side and Max could just tell that Evie had sat up indignantly, ready to scold him. "Max, you can't say that!" she said, sounding angry at him on his behalf.

"Look, Schat, I'm just being realistic. It's a miracle if I even finish a race," he told her.

"That's not very future World Champion of you,"

"World Champions would finish races," he countered.

"Maxie, you're not gonna win anything—"

"Well, thanks for the words of encouragement,"

"If you let me finish, smartass, you'll hear me say you aren't gonna win anything with that mindset. And do you think that every World Champion is going to win automatically? It's a process, and you'll get better with time,"

"And how do you know?"

"Because you're Max Verstappen, and when you have your first WDC, I'll be the one beside you to tell you I told you so, and this time I'll be the Trophy Girlfriend," Evie teased.

( 2021 )

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eviestark: my world champion <3

i don't want to say i told you so but... i told you so

ive been in love with you ever since we were 15 and knew you'd become an f1 wdc for even longer than that.

happy 9-year anniversary and congrats to your first wdc (and many more to come)!

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[a-lurking-fae]

◇ SYNOPSIS ¡ — in which a girl is born, only to live in conplete and utter tragedy.

◇ WORD COUNT ¡ — 1.4K

◇ SERIES ¡ — BATFAM X FONTAINE! NEGLECTED READER

Dragons were usually recluse, so the fact that these fierce creatures decide to meet each other is a surprise. It was more of a surprise they didn't meet to fight—

“You know, hatchling. She's someone that could be by your side for eternity. You have both raised a child right?”

Neuvillette nods at the man before him, as he clenches his cup. “Although you may have done things in the wrong order— I'm sure that you have the chance to get onto the right track.”

The white haired dragon huffs, “I do not believe her heart hold feelings for me, after all, we were simply in a co-parent situation for our daughter—”

“Who's to say that she has not earned your affections, and you, hers— during that time?” Zhongli took a sip at the osmanthus wine, a bit frustrated at the man— who seems like he is going through puberty.

“I— I am unsure on how to approach her with this topic…” Neuvillettes’ mind was plagued with the thoughts of her, how could he repent for the broken promise of protecting their child?

“Well, if I must say, it wasn't your fault.” Zhongli sighs, he needs to drink more honestly— Neuvillettes' eyes trail onto the sight nearby, Furina is adorned with flowers, as you create more crowns for her.

Neuvillette heads toward you both, a feeling tells him that a storm is coming up. This is simply the calm before it.

You wanted to head to Liyue next, so Mr. Zhongli-totally-not-rex-lapis-or-morax volunteered to guide you. After all, is there really anyone who knows Liyue better than him?

He watches you closely— as you bid farewell to your grandparents, continuing onto your adventures. The journey to Liyue was surprisingly calm, not that you'd have it anyway— but it felt as if… multitudes of eyes were staring at you, that couldn't be, right?

“The City of Liyue is just right up ahead.” Zhongli looks on, there are a few monsters up ahead, but Xiao will most likely take care of them before you will be able to sense them.

After a few hours of hiking, you both finally end up in Liyue, the sight mesmerising you. It was as great as your mother's journal told you. There were many unfamiliar people, their attire looked pretty, and there was lots of street food around too!

First-things-first, food!— “I know some places nearby in Liyue that will provide you some rest. There are two prominent places here, the Wangshu Inn and the Baiju Guesthouse.” You forgot about your sleeping place for a bit—

“...Although, we may have a few problems in booking a room in the Baiju Guesthouse. They say a Prince rented a room there.” There were many people trying to break in too, it was quite the scene.

“Wangshu Inn it is!” You really didn't have those great memories with prince's after all. Zhongli nods at your answer, “It'll be around an hour from here to the Inn, we could eat something here, then rest there.”

He leads you to Wanmin Restaurant, a place quite favoured by his people. “This is one of the places I frequent. Childe, a… friend of mine, dined together here with me. The food is good, and has high quality ingredients.” He recalls the dragon-and-phoenix chopsticks he bought the ginger-haired man, He could certainly purchase one for you if you wished.

Zhongli ordered a few dishes such as slow-cooked bamboo shoot, crab roe tofu, boiled fish, and plenty of other dishes. He wanted to pay for the whole thing, but he seemed like he lost his wallet, so you decided to rush to pay.

After eating, you both finally started to head to the Inn. You were sure Zhongli was the most knowledgeable about Liyue, after all, he certainly stood his ground against the multiple historians against him.

He took you around the city, introducing you to Hu Tao, who seemed quite… unique! There were other people you met on the way, Xinqiu, he definitely had some great recommendations in literature. He reminded you of Jason.

The walk was really only about an hour, and the full stomach you had earlier was finally digested. You paid for both your lodgings. The owner's name was Verr Goldet apparently? She seemed very nice.

Zhongli helped you unpack your stuff, and you both finished placing your items in their respective rooms. It just turned to night, yet you couldn't shake off the feeling that something— someone was watching you.

"She's quite the sharp one." A mysterious figure looks at you. "Of course, she's my daughter, after all." She smiles.

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“Batman, you do realise what you ask of us?” Diana is befuddled at the request. Travelling between planets and worlds weren't unheard of— but to somewhere they don't even know the coordinates about?

“There's a slim chance that we'll be able to find her!—” Red Robin slams a book on the table. The Justice League knew that they were close with the Waynes, but creating a mission this dire— with many risks Diana might say.

“This was our— her mother's diary, might hold some clues on where they might be.” Nightwing clenches his fist, it a precious relic from —---. Showing this meant revealing the secrets of not only their mother, but their sister too.

“It needs to be deciphered first, but not a single thing adds up.” Not even Red Robin could solve the mystery of these messages. How do they expect them to solve it?!

“I'll take this to Themyscira, my mother may know something about this.” Bruce could only nod. Heading out with the other bats, as the Justice League look at each other with confused faces.

If the world's greatest detective— nor the second, how were they supposed to even start? All eyes fall upon Diana, as she sighs, the silhouettes of the Bats fading right before their very eyes.

When the rest of the Family arrived, Alfred could only sigh at the sight. Damian wasn't this beaten up, Tim drank more energy juice than coffee compared to last week, Bruce became more violent with each passing day— his morals barely intact.

They head to their respective rooms, simply throwing their costumes together, and letting Alfred take care of the rest. He certainly saw better days than these.

For Alfred, the death of Mrs. Wayne was one of Bruce's hardest losses. He may have gained a diamond, but he lost his home. Alfred could faintly recall their steps around the manor.

The Lady would tease the master, before running off and going on a thrilling chase. Remembering her jumping to the chandelier, Lady Martha was certainly surprised at the sight. Richard certainly reminded him of her.

Alfred submerges the bloodied clothing with water, letting the washing machine do their work. He is well aware that there may not be a chance that you'd forgive them. He, after all, took a role in your neglect.

Alfred acknowledges his mistake, but for the masters to be this dense? He could only hope that you were safe— Alfred grips his head, massaging to possibly get rid of his headache.

He wonders when spring will come.

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NOTE : Feel like this was pretty rushed hehe— sorry about that-

@euphoria-looney , @kittzu , @welpthisisboring , @maybeethan69 , @randomperson0ntheinternet

[genderqueerdykes]

I feel like, as a genderfluid trans woman, that my transmasculinity serves as a powerful fuck you to trans women and other queers that hate trans men. I am a transmasculine person. I have been told off and hated for this fact so much that i was pushed so deep into the static gender closet for so many years. The people who get mad at me for “fetishizing trans men” or some bullshit like that are far too often trans women. I have had people use “protecting trans men” as an excuse to yell at me for saying I want to bind as a way to maybe be perceived as a transmasculine person more easily. They yelled at me that “not all trans men bind”. They made me feel ashamed of being the fucking person that I am. They wanted to draw thick firm lines between transmasculine and transfeminine, and I said fuck your binary. I called them out for just recreating the binary. For saying amab people can never be transmasculine.

All this has done is make me get bolder and louder about the fact I am transmasculine and transfeminine and trans whatever the fuck i want. I will not have my identity defined by my genitals. I am unashamed that i am transmasculine. I am loud about it. Death before enforced static gender ✊

thank you so much for taking the time to share your story, i really appreciate it!

i've been trying to point this out for months, only to be called a transmisogynist. there genuinely, really, truly are trans women who are also men out there and we need to be treated better. i'm also a trans woman & a trans man as well, there's nothing wrong with that. your AGAB shouldn't matter- if you feel like a trans man, you are a trans man. no matter what. i don't need to know what gender or genitals you were born with. you are a trans man. you are NOT fetishizing trans men at all. so many people DO this, but you being a trans man is not fetishizing us at all.

and that DOES NOT invalidate your trans womanhood, either! they don't cancel each other out! that doesn't give anyone the excuse to refuse to see you as a trans woman as well! that doesn't diminish your experience, nor does it step on the toes of trans men of different AGABs! you are doing absolutely nothing wrong and people still just reduce you to your genitals. that's not anyone else's business at all. how is this trans community if we're reducing each other to our genitals- that's the EXACT OPPOSITE of what we do here!

They wanted to draw thick firm lines between transmasculine and transfeminine, and I said fuck your binary. I called them out for just recreating the binary. For saying amab people can never be transmasculine.

beautifully said. people are constantly obsessed with recreating the binary and it's time we stopped.

i'm very glad you took the time to share your story. people need to understand that AMAB trans people also have an extremely complex relationship with gender, and that can include being men, and yes, that includes trans men. genderfluidity is complex. it's not just "binary cis man, binary cis woman, other". it can be whatever that individual is experiencing. it's unique for everyone. i hope you continue to have the energy to stay loud and proud. you deserve to be. nobody has the right to tell you who you are, or that you're somehow hurting other people. you're not. they're hurting you. stay safe out there. you are loved

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

((Why is he spying on Lucifer so much? Lol Fucking perv))

They couldn't find Lilith, which wasn't surprising since no one really knew where she was. So that was a lost cause.

Heaven on the other hand.

It took Vox a long fucking time to get into the Heaven Embassy, apparently that thing is locked up tight so that not just anyone could walk in.

The angel that answered wasn't pleased to see his face, but they changed when he told them what he had to say.

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Lucifer growled, what the fuck did Heaven want now?

Adam was in his bed, sleeping, satisfied, and full of his seed once more.

At least he got laid before dealing with this shit.

Lucifer entered the embassy and signed in, he walked into the first meeting room where Sera was there looking less than pleased.

Lucifer: Okay I'm here, what's this about?

Their normal meeting isn't for another three months.

Sera: I've been informed that you have a living human down here with you. Lucifer, you know you can't have someone here.

HOW THE FUCK-!?

Drone. That fucking drone, that god damned pervert spying on them and tattled like a fucking child. He was SO burning that fucking tower down with everyone inside when he's done here.

Lucifer: And as YOU know Sera, humans summon me for any and all reasons. He summoned me, we made a deal, now he's mine to with as I please. That shit is binding and there's nothing you can do about it.

He even showed her Adams soul contract, her face was pinched into a glare like she wished she could strike him down.

Bitch.

It would be different if he just, you know, TOOK Adam without a deal. He's the fucking devil his contracts are different from the ones overlords have, he can own a living human soul they can't.

Sera: Lucifer, you know this is wrong, you have to return him.

Was it morally wrong? Probably.

Lucifer: No one gave a shit when it was Lilith.

Sera: That was different!

Lucifer: Look, this is a consensual thing. He asked for me to help him, which I am and in return along with his soul he will be my companion. Fair trade.

Heaven had no grounds here.

Sooo- Adam summoning Lucifer because he wants his girlfriend to get pregnant, but she's infertile. But instead Lucifer cages Adam up, makes him completely overcome by lust 24/7 and is made to birth Lucifer's children?

No one sees him again 🤷

I feel like my kinks are coming a lot...

But anyway. This.

LOL Adam just needing the Devil's dick all the live long day and even dreams about it 😆

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Adam was looking at the spell book and up at the man in the pentagram that was dressed in a nice suit and tie, whites, reds, and gold accents to pull it all together.

Adam: I feel like I've been tricked somehow.

Lucifer: How do?

Adam: You are the devil right?

Lucifer fixed his tie: Last time I checked. I do have a name you know.

Adam: Lucifer, yeah I'm aware. Look, I'm well aware you're probably busy, torturing souls or whatever down in Hell so I'll get to the point. My girlfriend and I want to have a baby but I guess there's something wrong, lack of eggs or something the doctor spoke in many technical terms. You're all powerful right? You could help her be more fertile?

Lucifer blinked, well this was an odd request: I mean, yeah but don't humans have clinics for this?

Adam: Yeah but do you have any idea how expensive those are? And not a guarantee that we could have a baby. This would be.

The Devil looked the young man over, he couldn't be any older than 27, he was tall with brown hair and honey brown eyes and tan skin. Very attractive for human standards. And he should know, he was in Eden.

Lucifer smirked, he could work this to his advantage.

Lucifer: So, you want me to give you children?

Adam: Yes....?

Was he missing something?

Lucifer: Well, you gotta let me out of the little drawing of yours.~

Adam raised a brow: You can't do it from there?

[batslittlewhore]

Pretty Things

Pairing: Damian x broke!fem!reader

Summary: You and Damian were at the mall and you couldn't afford anything and he comforts you. You guys are adults in college btw.

Warnings: none just fluff :)

a/n: This was requested by this ask. Dividers by @anitalenia. I don’t want anyone to copy or use my work as “inspiration”.

You and Damian were currently hand in hand in the mall. You were looking around when one store caught your eye.

"Damian, can we go there?" You ask pointing to the store.

"Sure sweetheart." His voice was gruff, but laced with affection.

You walk into the store and look around for a bit. There were some nice pieces, but too much money for you to spend. College tuition was bad enough, you didn't need to spend money on clothes. Though there was one pair of pants that you did like out of everything else in the store. You check the price tag to see its $60. Your eyes widen.

Damian picks up on your price anxiety. He looked at you with a worried expression.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" He asks, cupping your face with his big hands.

"Nothing.. its just everything here is so expensive. I.. I can't afford them.." Tears start to well up in your eyes.

"Hey.. Don't cry.. If you want, I'll buy it for you." He says, his voice surprisingly gentle.

"No.. You don't have to do that.. I don't want to waste your money."

"Sweetheart, I'm a multi billionaire your not wasting my money. Even if I wasn't, I'd still buy it for you." He says, taking out his wallet and handing you his credit card.

"No.. I can't.." You say, a smile appearing on your face at his words.

"Fine.. If you won't take it I'll just buy it for you." He takes the pair of pants you were looking at the entire time and brings it up to the register.

The cashier rings it up. "Is that all?"

"No, I'd like to get that dress in medium, that pink shirt in small and that necklace." He says, pointing to each item.

The cashier rings up the items. "That'll be $129.89"

He taps his card onto the reader and it goes through. The cashier puts the items in a bag and hands it too him.

"Have a nice day." The cashier says.

"You too." Damian says before walking back to where you were standing.

"Damian.. You didn't need to do that for me." You say, looking up at him.

"Uh.. yeah I did." He hands you the bag.

You take it from him and start to walk out of the store. He follows you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Also.. I know you've been struggling with paying off your tuition.. so I paid for it." He says, looking down at you.

"Damian.. you didn't have to do that.. I'll pay you back I promise." You say.

"No need sweetheart.. consider it an early birthday present."

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[woozinhos]

Hello (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) Can you please do a Yunho fic where the reader is his best friend for a long time then one day the sexual tension between the two finally snapped. Please include size kink, hand kink, and breeding kink. And I need Yunho to be rough 😶‍🌫 Thank you 😍

Notes: god I’m so weak for Yunho

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You had been friends with Yunho for years, the two of you practically inseparable. He was tall and muscular, his large hands always seeming to dwarf yours whenever you held them. He was kind and funny, always knowing how to make you laugh and smile. As time went on, though, something shifted between the two of you. The friendly touches and banter had become laced with an undercurrent of tension, and you found yourself feeling things for him that you never had before.

One night, the two of you were hanging out at his place, watching a movie. You were sitting on the couch next to him, his arm casually draped over your shoulders. But his touch felt different tonight, more deliberate and intentional.

You could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and every time he shifted or moved, his arm would brush against your chest, making you shiver. As he strokes your shoulder, his fingers seem to linger on your skin for a moment longer than usual. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, his gaze intense and focused. You can sense a hint of nervousness in his demeanor, which is unlike him.

Yunho shifts on the couch, moving closer to you so that your bodies are now touching. He lets out a shaky breath, his hand moving from your shoulder to your thigh, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your skin. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and you pull it out to check the message.

It's from San, one of your other friends, and it reads: "Hey, you guys having fun tonight? I'm so bored over here." As you type out a reply to San, Yunho glances over at your phone and sees you smiling. He frowns, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes. He doesn't say anything, but his hand on your thigh tightens possessively. You finish your message to San and set your phone aside, noticing the look on Yunho's face.

"What's wrong?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I can't take it anymore," Yunho growls, his voice low and rough. He grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, positioning you so that you're straddling him. You let out a small gasp as he moves you, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, and his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place.

"I've been holding back for so long," he says, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But I can't deny it anymore. I love you."

"I've been in love with you for years," he admits, his hands moving up and down your sides. "But I was too scared to tell you, afraid of ruining our friendship."

"But now, seeing you talking to San like that... I couldn't stand it. I need you to know how I feel. You're mine, and I don't want anyone else to have you."

"I... I had no idea," you say, your heart racing as you look down at him. "I had no idea you felt that way about me." Yunho looks up at you, his expression softening as he sees the surprise in your eyes.

"How could you not know?" he asks, his hands moving to cup your face. "I've been so obvious about it."

"I've been flirting with you for years, touching you more than I should, trying to make you notice me," he says, his thumbs tracing your jawline. He gets frustrated with your lack of response, his grip on your face tightening slightly.

"Dammit, say something," he growls, his eyes burning with intensity.

“Kiss me,”You say with no thought behind it. He doesn't hesitate for a second, his lips crashing down on yours in a hungry, possessive kiss. His hands move from your face to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulls you closer, his tongue demanding entrance into your mouth. You let out a small moan as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with an insistent, dominant rhythm.

He pulls you even closer, your bodies pressed tightly together as he devours you. Yunho's hands are rough as he touches you, his movements precise and deliberate. He bites your lower lip, tugging on it lightly before his lips move to your neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin there. You gasp as he leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck, his hands roaming over your body.

He nips at your earlobe before whispering, "I've been dreaming about this for so long." He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he looks up at you.

"Let me show you how badly I've needed you," he repeats, his voice low and gravelly. "I want to make you mine in every way possible."

"Show me," you breathe, your body trembling with anticipation. He pulls you even closer, his lips finding your throat and kissing a trail along your skin. He sucks and nips at your pulse point, his tongue laving over the sensitive skin there as his hands grip your hips firmly.

"Get on your knees," he growls, his voice commanding and authoritative. You shiver at the sound of his voice, and without hesitation, you slide off his lap and onto your knees in front of him. Yunho looks down at you, a satisfied smirk on his face as he sees you kneeling before him.

"Good girl," he purrs, his fingers running through your hair possessively. He continues to stroke your hair, his gaze intense as he looks down at you.

"You look so beautiful like this," he says, his voice low and rough. "On your knees, waiting for me to give you what you need." He slowly unzips his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. He lets out a soft groan as he pulls out his hardened length, his gaze becoming even more intense as he watches your reaction.

"Please," you beg, your voice barely above a whisper. Yunho's eyes darken further as he hears your plea, his hand still tangled in your hair.

"Please what, baby girl?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

"Please let me taste you," you whisper, looking up at him with desire in your eyes. He smiles at your request, his eyes glinting with a hint of wickedness.

"Open wide," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. You obediently open your mouth, your heart pounding in your chest as he guides his hardened length between your lips. He lets out a deep, guttural moan as you take him into your mouth, his hand still gripping your hair tightly.

"God, you feel so good," he groans, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He starts to move his hips, slowly thrusting into your mouth as he loses himself in the sensation.

"That's it, baby girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all." He places his hand on your throat, feeling the bulge of his length as it moves in and out of your mouth. He lets out a low, possessive growl, his grip on your hair tightening even further. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you notice the veins in his hands, the sight making you even more aroused. He looks down at you with a smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

"You like looking at my hands, huh?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. He runs his thumb along your jawline, his touch rough and possessive. He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful as he loses himself in the pleasure.

"So eager," he groans, his hand on your throat tightening ever so slightly. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge, his breathing becoming ragged as he continues to use your mouth.

"You're gonna make me come, baby girl," he warns, his voice strained. He pulls out of your mouth and looks down at you, his chest heaving with exertion.

"I want to come inside you," he says, his eyes burning with desire. "Will you let me?"

"Yes," you breathe, your voice hoarse from the rough treatment. He grins at your answer, a look of pure lust on his face.

"Good girl," he says, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet. "Get on the bed." He watches you crawl onto the bed, his eyes fixed on your body. He moves behind you, his hands roaming over your skin as he positions himself between your legs. He gives your ass a firm slap, the sound echoing through the room.

"You have such a perfect ass," he growls, his hand massaging the reddened flesh. He pulls your pants down, letting out a low whistle as he sees your bare skin.

"Such a small, delicate body," he murmurs, his hands moving up to grip your hips. "So fragile... yet so eager to please me." He positions himself at your entrance, his grip on your hips tightening as he holds you in place.

"Are you ready for me, baby girl?" he asks, his voice rough with need.

"Yes Yunho," you whisper, your body trembling with anticipation. He doesn't waste any more time, thrusting into you in one swift motion. You gasp as he fills you completely, your body adjusting to his size.

"Too much?" he asks, a hint of concern in his voice despite his dominant demeanor.

"No, it's perfect," you manage to say, your voice shaky with pleasure. He begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first. He leans over you, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear.

"You're taking me so well, baby girl." He loses himself in the moment, his thrusts becoming more forceful and erratic. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he pounds into you relentlessly. Your gasps and moans spur him on, his hips slapping against yours with each thrust.

"God, you sound so good," he groans, his breath hot against your neck. He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head back, his thrusts becoming even rougher as he takes control. He's lost all sense of restraint now, his desire for you taking over completely. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he continues to pound into you.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he growls, his body tensing as he nears his climax. He speeds up even more, his pace almost punishing now as he chases his release.

"I'm going to fill you up," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to breed you and make you mine." He slaps your ass hard, the sound of the impact echoing through the room.

"Take it," he commands, his grip on your hair tightening as he loses himself completely in the moment. His body tenses and he lets out a deep, guttural groan as he reaches his climax. He buries himself inside you as he comes, his seed spilling deep within you.

You feel the warmth of his release as he spills inside you, the sensation making you shudder in pleasure. He holds himself there for a moment, his body trembling as he rides out the waves of his orgasm. He slowly pulls out of you, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he admires the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs.

"You took every last drop," he murmurs, his fingers trailing over your sensitive skin.

"I always will," you manage to say, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your own pleasure. He flops down on the bed beside you, a smug look on his face as he rests his arms behind his head.

"You were so good for me," he says, his eyes roaming over your body.

[captain-clandestiny]

made it another year.

a bit of a personal comic, but just some feelings i wanted to get out.

I've... been kind of lost lately. I'm far from abandoning the development of Bluesleeves and the other stories i've been managing on the side, yet i just cant find it within me to create actual art lately. Something im proud of, not just a doodle or scribble or joke. And as i celebrate another year of life, it gets heavy. The guilt of inaction weighs more on my head and my heart with every day that goes by. But... I cant change.

Thats not to say i havent tried. God, ive tried more times than i can count. Ive tried more things than i can remember. Nothing works.

Or... nothing has worked.

And im starting to realize thats the key. Not some trainer on my ass, or another bummy improvement app. But hope. Hope, when kindled right, feeds to so many other things. Resilience, in the hope that things will improve. Discipline, in the hope that it'll all pay off. Sociability, in the hope to make some friends. Kindness, in the hope it can help.

But hope can lead you down darker paths too. Hope, burning bright, is ambition. But ambition, overwhelming, can turn to desire. And i let my hope get ahead of me. Looking at everyone else in this insane online world, my hope was changed. I began with a hope to create a story. Which turned into an ambition to amass an audience to love it as much as i did. And, as expected, kept evolving into a monster of jealousy, inferiority, and doubt.

Why can't I reach heights like them? Is mine not good enough? They have it all- why can't I just do what they did? Why won't it work?? How do I get them to listen? Something I'm doing wrong? Maybe I'm the problem? What if this is where it ends? Did I peak here? Did I do something wrong? Does this really matter???

It goes on and on. A monster, really. And when your passion project becomes an objective- a chore, is it really still from the heart?

...

this birthday has made me realize that i've gone down a wrong path. I got distracted, turned around, and now lost. but coming to that question- if any of it really matters, its never me that answers. rather. its my creations. why would they be here if it was all indifferent? why go through the labor that is constructing a story if it never meant anything? the sleepless nights of storyboards, countless sketch pages with a thousand portraits of one character? obligation does not drive that kind of devotion.

so for the first time in a while i looked inside my head for the answer. ignored the demon, the likes and ratios, and focused on this mysterious force instead. and there it was.

all of this was for hope.

my hope.

that my dreams would become real. my visions realized. and most of all, that somehow, it could help someone. anyone. even just one. because all i'd ever wanted was someone to help me. and if i could keep just one more person from growing up like me, that would be worth it all.

the purpose of Bluesleeves was not to attract fame, attention, or money, but to help. To convey a message (more like several, actually), to help people learn, and to make them wonder. entertainment is a powerful way to communicate knowledge, after all.

and while i can spend my birthday with this burden, wallowing in guilt over all the time i wasted and my simple misdirection, that wouldn't accomplish much. What matters is that i found my hope again. inevitably, i'll lose track again, and ill be lost once more. but what matters is that i dont stay there. that i keep moving. keep falling, but lifting my chin after every stumble.

this sounds sappy and awful, and honestly im losing my train of thought now, but i just needed to express this. for me. from me, to you. this is what ive been dealing with, and im sorry i havent been so active lately. it may be a while, but i promise you, im going to make it happen. i just need a stable mind before i keep up a stable posting schedule, haha.

some of this may help other people struggling similarly, or just be complete gibberish, i dont know!! because im sure not going back to read allat!! thank you, YOU, for reading this far. or if you skipped ahead down here, um, hi i guess.

thank you, every single one of you for your love and support. At the end of the day, no matter how hard, it still seems so impossible knowing that i've reached some of you with my stories. so out of this world that i could make you laugh, cry, smile... that i could make you feel. and that very impossibility means more than you could ever know 🫶

[randomfoggytiger]

Please correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't Scully just return the "Laura" when Mulder called her Scully in Arcadia? If I remember, in the scene where Mulder is picking the "blood" from the ceiling, Scully is carrying the box of dishes from the front door, says "Mulder" to which he responds "Rob". Scully doesn't give much of a response or "look", but Mulder does give a mouth response when Scully reminds him "Laura". They were both teasing and playing with one another. I see it as the Mulder-Scully tease-o-foreplay.

For sh*ts and giggles, let's say that the IV time is occurring during part of season 6. When Mulder tells her that she is making it personal and Scully is trying to get him to see that he shouldn't fully trust Diana, well yeah she should make it personal. He had more than just a work partner to lose. Scully had trusted him to be part of this crucial aspect of her life and now it was as if he was pushing this bond of theirs to the side. The threat to Scully was not just another woman who ws part of the corrupt group that has tried to kill her, took her fertility but the threat is that she would lose her partner who is helping her on this journey and subsequently lose the potential gift of a child.

Moreover, I don't buy the "all knowing man" who told Scully that he knew her real hair color and was surprised when she invited Mulder into her bed one lonely night. First of all, the syndicate knew how important Scully was to Mulder (ahem get rid of what he can't live without), so anyone paying attention/spying on them would know the depth of their relationship and what they mean to each other;therefore, falling into bed together would have been expected at some point. This leads me to think that MAYBE, just MAYBE, she let him into his bed on a lonely night early in their relationship. Perhaps after her breakup with Ethan (i know the audience didn't see that but why couldn't it have happened off screen), on one of those days when she was feeling like her life was standing still or when she was itching for companionship once she no longer had time to spend with her friend, sister, or family, maybe when he brought her home when her cancer was in remission? That, to me, would make sense of why anyone would be surprised that they slept together before he chased her across the world to save her. After that, it would be "of course they slept together. What, it's been 4 years already."

Sometimes, it seems as if the storylines were pulled out like Bingo balls without consideration of how things connected.

Hi, yes, hello-- sorry this took a bit: I was so stoked to talk about my favorite episode that I had to make sure nothing would be around to distract my focus. >:DDDD

(Your IVF premise sounds exactly like @sunflowerseedsandscience's Someday Your Child May Cry (which was my first long-form IVF arc AU, actually.) Highly recommend if you haven't given it a flip-through.

I do have a full breakdown of Arcadia-- here, here, here, and here-- that digs into the motifs and themes as well as Mulder's and Scully's separate perspectives. (And these screenshots, which will never not make me want to combust with laughter.) However! Let's do this!

ARCADIA'S ROB-AND-LAURA GAME

Arcadia begins with Mulder hamming it up, chafing under Skinner's assignment, and Scully tolerating his buffoonery as long as he doesn't make her look ridiculous by proxy (hence why she shoved him off in the house with a look-- a "that's too far, buddy" mild reproof. He nods and accepts this... then doubles down later.) Which... she's kinda right: the local speculation ends up being that she's affluent and he's a househusband himbo (post here.)

By the time the neighbors have packed up, the duo exchange mutual innuendos and Mulder has realized Scully wants to "play house"-- which sets him on a mission to make her regret that thought the rest of the episode (not unkindly, but purposefully.) Henceforth, he hams up the dutiful husband not just to the neighbors but to her, as well; and gets the ball rolling when she hauls in Big Mike's dishes:

"Mulder...." Scully begins, puzzled over their neighbor's anxiety.

"The name... is 'Rob'," he answers, pleasantly engrossed in digging possible gore from the ceiling fan. When he joins her on the ground, she steps into his personal space without conscious thought; and doesn't withdraw.

From then on out, it's a game of advance-and-retreat: Scully snuggling up to his shoulder while they talk to Wynn then Gogolak; Mulder overdoing his overtures (or locking eyes in a pointed "I see that" glance) until she retreats. After the dinner at the Schroeders, Mulder jogs into Scully's bedroom with Big Mike's caduceus and throws his shirt past her head. Scully, miffed, retreats to the bathroom; but she's not miffed enough to send him packing.

A few things become apparent:

When Mulder concludes, "I take it he's dead, Scully," she replies, "'Laura'"-- not skipping a beat. They're both alone and Scully likely believes no one's nearby to overhear them... yet, she insists on still coupling herself with Mulder. It may be a joke but the context of that joke is entirely different, given Mulder's reaction (an exaggerated "Well, aren't you bossy?" face while mouthing Okaaaaay.

She pleasantly chastises his toothpaste rolling abilities... meaning Scully's sharing a toothpaste with him, in her bathroom, in her bedroom, instead of getting a different one or sending him out to get his own....

She chastises Mulder for leaving the seat up-- "Third warning: toilet seat"-- meaning Scully let him use the toilet in her bathroom in her bedroom as long as he follows the rules (reminiscent of Bad Bood's lack of motel boundaries.) She also doesn't tell him not to use it anymore.

She slathers her face in a wash-off face mask, determined to do her pampering routines despite Mulder's domestic pearl clutching (which Scully predicted, given her non-reaction.)

When does Scully drop the 'Laura' bit? Well:

Mulder pats the bed, wiggling his eyebrows. For a split second, she's pulled up short, breath catching; then her partner doubles down on the goofy, not-to-be-taken-seriously "C'mon, Laura-- we're married now" behavior, and her face drops before she rallies and restates, "'Scully'. Mulder, goodnight."

He shuffles off, pretending to be disappointed-- "The thrill is gone"-- but she sees it, nearly rolling her eyes at his affronted posture (his "Peter Pan playing at being a married grown-up" act.) They shuffle their separate ways, personal situation successfully deflected.

The game of 'Rob' and 'Laura' is over, a tie. They quickly transition to more serious work as the case continues to unfold-- Scully going into town to investigate the mystery gunk (ketchup and garbage), Mulder "working from home" for his stakeout-- and that is the end of that.

THEORIES

Oh, the IVF journey would have certainly re-colored One Son and Arcadia. Given the scenes we're shown in Per Manum, it was undeniable that this "having a baby, this" between them was already changing the flavor of their dynamic. Personally, I don't think Mulder would have behaved the same way (or at least to the same extent) because he was duping himself into believing his read on Diana was impartial and impersonal-- she was just a "good friend"-- and that Scully was the one being partial and personal via suspicion or jealousy. (Again, Mulder's beliefs are so strong they're, to quote E.B.E. Scully, "blinding".) Those feelings would have been ten times harder to recontextualize to himself if they were in the midst of making a baby.

I don't believe the man in Season 9, either-- but, for those that do, I posit he saw Mulder and Scully walk back to her apartment post-Millennium, or soon thereafter, and built his suppositions off of that one time.

Per your theory, I think they would have to sleep together sometime post-Milagro because Padgett was preying on Scully's established bone-deep loneliness (post here.)

Scully feared her importance would always be second to "the truth"-- if Mulder had had sex with her beforehand, that fear wouldn't linger in the same way... or it would transform into an uglier fear: that her "desperation" killed the crackling potential between them, and that Mulder had decided his quest was still more important. That 'still' would be a completely separate discussion than what Milagro accurately (per Scully's reactions) presented as her struggles with isolation and raw, human want and need.

However, this is The X-Files: to borrow a @baronessblixen tag, CC changes his mind more than other people change their underwear. So, you never know~.

CONCLUSION

And that's that for this meta! :DDDDD Thanks for your theories, anon. They were definitely food for thought.

[softdrabbles]

tatum's question took charlotte a little by surprise — no-one had asked her that before, how having her personal information out for the world to see was something she was use to. she shook her head, "not at all. i feel like people too easily build up this image and idea of me in their heads by what they read and what they see. i think they forget that i'm just a person too." it ran far deeper than just that but she didn't want to bore tatum with her personal insecurities and as easy as talking with them felt, this was still a professional working relationship. when she had set out to follow in the footsteps of her mother, fame was the last thing she had expected. it had all been quite the whirlwind for her and she was just along for the ride. at the end of the day, she loved what she did, interacting with audiences, discussing important topics and being able to be a positive influence on others.

with news of her engagement, came the news of her sexuality, something she'd kept hidden to anyone outside her inner circle but if she was to get married, even if for a visa, she didn't want to lie about that. as expected the reactions among older viewers had been mixed but at the same time, had never felt more supported by her community. she admired tatum for the way they handled being thrust into the spotlight and the tabloids knowing they were being spoken about. charlotte knew that there wasn't anyone more capable than tatum and they proved that over and over. playfully rolling her eyes, she laughed at them, "i knew it wasn't notes that you were writing down in your diary — it's filled with comments and jokes about my height but that's okay because i'm good at this game. you tall people don't scare me." in fact, it was quite the opposite and there was no denying that she hadn't taken notice of their height difference. there were a lot of things that charlie was starting to take notice of when it came to tatum but that was not something she was wanting to admit. the banter was fun and it was nice to be able to let herself enjoy conversing with her assistant the way she was.

"i'd be willing to negotiate if you were able to prove that your services are worth paying double for. i can't just be handing out that kind of money." charlotte did her best to keep a straight face before a dimpled smile broke out over her features as she looked over at them, "i was hoping to make a good impression, i don't know if avoiding eye contact will help me accomplish that." even though she was teasing, there was truth in her words. of course she wanted to make an impression on the woman, it was just who she was naturally and this unique situation didn't change that.

"it sounds like maybe you are the one that needed security." tatum's words about dating resonated so deeply with charlie, knowing all too well how much easier it was just not to date. to instead focus on her career. it had been hard for her to trust people's intentions, work out whether or not they were genuinely interested in who she was and not just who she was to the nation. "i agree, it is easier, it's so hard to find genuine people who want to put in the effort. i know my situation isn't exactly ideal for people but that doesn't mean i don't deserve to find happiness." charlotte's words had trailed off by the end of what she had to say, shrugging, her body becoming noticeably softer speaking of love. she was a hopeless romantic at heart, a part of her that she protected from the disappointment of being let down which felt like a shame knowing how much love she had to give someone.

at the mention of tatum's friends, charlotte perked up, a smile growing on her lips once more, "we could always throw an engagement celebration, they would be more than welcome to come along, i'd love to meet them, hear all of your embarrassing stories seeing as i can't look at your mother in the eye." buying her own engagement ring felt so wrong, an unnecessarily weight on her finger. she made sure that it was nothing like what she would actually want but big enough to seem believable, to be noticed by paps. she toyed with the ring as she listened to tatum's suggestion to go out causing her to smile as it hadn't been a suggestion she'd expected, an opportunity to let her hair down and maybe genuinely enjoy herself. "i'd really like that, tatum. small and boring can be cute, i mean look at me," she teased playfully, "i'm sure you had your fair share of fun here as a teenager and i'm sure we can find our own."

"It is something that you ever get used to?" Truth be told, Tatum hadn't known anything about Charlotte before they got the job. While Tatum hadn't ever asked, they presumed their lack of knowledge was the reason they got the job. Nobody wanted a superfan working so closely to them. Just being associated with Charlotte had somewhat thrown Tatum into the public eye. Their Instagram followers went crazy the first time the pair had been spotted together. People stopped them in the street to ask about Charlotte. Tatum wasn't a fan and so they couldn't imagine what it was like for the actual star. "Don't you start with all the tall jokes, because two can play at that game. I have a backlog of short jokes just waiting to be let out." The two of them didn't get to banter too much like this, especially in such a setting. Usually, Tatum was following Charlotte around, telling her what her next move would be, where she needed to go and be right there with her requests before Charlotte had even made them. It was nice.

"I'm afraid being a bodyguard is going to cost you double, I don't do that on this salary. But, as long as you don't make eye contact with her, you're okay." Tatum kept up the now on going joke, they had a feeling it would be amusing them for the rest of the week. At the expense of their mother. "I think five star clinger is putting it nicely. Sometimes it's just easier to not date these days." Tatum had, had enough bad relationship experiences to put anyone off for life. They believed that they were destined a life of loneliness, bad luck followed Tatum everywhere. "Yeah, actually," Tatum nodded with a brief laugh, "I have some friends who were excited when I got the job and then even more excited when the news broke about the engagement." Tatum originally had wanted to keep all of this a secret. Keeping up a lie on this scale was so much easier with the less people that knew. But, with Charlotte's status, it was only a matter of time before the paparazzi took photos of the brunette's self brought engagement ring. "How about we go out for drinks tonight? I know a local bar that is just mainly old men who I can guarantee have no idea who you are. You won't have to worry about crazy fans and you can experience just how small and boring this town is."

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Something I've seen a couple people saying is that they want to make sure that Laudna understands that she's not the only one who has been through trauma. But like. Laudna is not the only one who needs to learn that lesson. Actually, it's not even that Laudna needs to learn that she's not the only one that's been through trauma at all, because they're all very aware of what they've all been through. This became an inevitable confrontation when Laudna decided to let Delilah back in, though, and after rewatching the scene, I actually think the only people who managed this situation correctly were Imogen* and Ashton.

Orym and Laudna are both more focused on their own pasts with the sword and not thinking about each other. Orym should have talked to the group and come to a decision with them about using the sword and Laudna should have talked to him about it instead of trying to steal it.

*my feelings about this are still up in the air don't read into this too much

[ettadunham]

sometimes i remember the hunger games and how nobody actually paid attention to what was in those books

[cinnamon-phrog]

Having a different opinion on a fictional character is fine. Expressing distaste is fine. What isn’t, is expressing that distaste in a way were your opinions are the default best ones to have and that others who don’t think so, have their own opinions also, are wrong and inferior, clearly not enjoying it with the level of taste you say you have. 

And then to try and claim it as a joke and try to still befriend people with those opinions, to say ‘oh, but it wasn’t directed at you specifically’, that still targets a demographic of people? A joke becomes not a joke when the people involved are unaware and the target, it’s not a playful jab but just. An insult, not even disguised. No matter how vague you think you put it it still targets people who have done nothing, who haven't forced their ideas on others. And if you can’t take that people will disagree with your own opinions and point out this flaw in thinking then why should you criticise others. Why should you use your status as someone who draws fictional characters as a way to gratify your need to always feel justified in a place where people can take as much free reign as they'd like because everything is so. Vague.

[indi-glo-archive]

ppl who only conditionally care about child abuse based on whether the victim makes them uncomfy while they're being abused contribute to a real life child's abuse by sending hate asks regularly, attempting to gaslight them, calling them terrible names, accusing them of terrible things, telling them directly how much they hate the characters the child relates to and enjoys talking about, and being generally racist and ableist in a way that seriously might have scarred me for life, making a literal teenager hate their hobbies, favorite shows, and the people who enjoy those things, and ultimately cyberbullying a child out of multiple fandoms because they don't want to think critically or acknowledge their own faults, all while being 35 and really embarrassing themselves because someone half their age has a better grasp on the concept of nuance than them: more at 6

but noooo, y'all "love neurodivergent/disabled people," have "racists/ableists DNI" in your bios, and don't say slurs, which is all you have to do to not be racist/ableist, so *I'm* some psycho black bitch and you're a wittle angel like the fictional character you infantilize

(P.S. I swear to fucking god if people respond to this post with "but he sexually assaulted someone" and ignore literally every other personality trait/experience he had that could've been relatable to a child abuse survivor and the way people mistreated me, a real human being, which Charlie is not by the way, I will start doing the things you wanted to do to Ben)

[anthromimicry]

sorry, halsey — hopeless fountain kingdom.

[soupblr]

oh im actually going to kill someone literally the first thing i thought was that the files must be transcribed weird. I WAS FUCKING RIGHT WHY IS IT TRANSCODING SHIT IN REAL TIME AT THE ABSOLUTE MAX POSSIBLE FUCK OFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!! THAT SETTING WAS OFF!! omg is it the files i got or something i thought they were fine. i feel like an insane person rn why is all my shit changed. if u literally told me someone broke in and changed a bunch of small things to make my setup work badly i would believe you because what the actual fuck. i was gonna say i need to listen to myself but i fixed like 3 other problems by not fixing what is probably the main fucking issue and itll be faster than before now but holy shit holy fucking shit oh my god