#and how a family can make mistakes and be imperfect and still be so LOVING and GOOD

[flwrkid14]

Why Tim Drake Sees the Bats as Co-Workers and Not Family (Tim Drake is a Fenton)

aka a follow up to this post, on why tim calls the bats coworkers because I think it's the funniest thing ever

It’s not that Tim hates the batfam. If anything, he has a grudging respect for them. They’ve saved his life (and Gotham’s) more times than he can count. But to Tim, that doesn’t make them family.

Here’s the thing: Tim already has a family.

Growing up as a Fenton, Tim knew what family meant. Jazz was the protective big sister who made sure he ate, slept, and survived middle school. Danny was the chaotic younger brother who still cared enough to make sure Tim didn’t feel overshadowed. Even his parents, as wildly eccentric as they were, loved him with the kind of unapologetic enthusiasm only Jack and Maddie Fenton could pull off.

Sure, they weren’t perfect. They panicked after Danny’s death-and-rebirth-as-a-ghostly-superhero and left Tim with Aunt Janet Drake, thinking they were protecting him. But they called. They checked in. And once they realized how bad things were with the Drakes, they worked to make amends.

Tim never stopped being a Fenton, no matter how far Gotham took him from Amity Park.

So when Bruce Wayne swept in with promises of training, teamwork, and trust, Tim didn’t see a new family. He saw an opportunity.

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The Batfamily Dynamics:

The Batfamily operates on trauma and duty. Everyone has scars, and everyone has a mission. That’s how Bruce connects with people—through the shared pain of loss and the relentless drive to make Gotham better.

But Tim’s mission was never born out of personal tragedy. He didn’t lose his parents to crime or see Gotham as something he had to save. He joined because someone had to. Batman was falling apart after Jason died, and Gotham was suffering for it. Tim stepped up because it was the right thing to do—not because he wanted to fill some emotional void.

And that’s where the disconnect lies.

For Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian, and even Cass, Barbara and Steph, being part of the bats means finding family again. It’s their way of healing. But for Tim, it feels like replacing the family he already has.

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Tim’s Perspective:

To Tim, the batfamily is a job. A very dangerous, very complicated job, but a job nonetheless.

Bruce isn’t his father. Dick isn’t his brother. Jason isn’t his big-brother-who-died-and-came-back (that spot was already taken by Danny). They’re teammates, coworkers, and maybe even friends. But family? No.

Because family is Jazz sneaking him snacks during his stakeouts. Family is Danny sending sarcastic texts about “ghost-proofing” the Batcave. Family is Jack and Maddie trying (and failing) to make sense of his vigilante life while showing up with enough ectoplasm-based cookies to fuel an army.

Family is messy, chaotic, and full of love.

And while the batfamily might be chaotic, the love feels conditional—wrapped up in the mission, the masks, and the unspoken rule that Gotham always comes first.

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Why Tim Doesn’t Want a Second Family:

And then there’s the second layer—the one Tim doesn’t say out loud.

To Tim, having a second family feels like betraying the one he already has. Like admitting that Jazz, Danny, and the parents who tried so hard to fix their mistakes weren’t enough. And they are enough.

Tim doesn’t need another family. He doesn’t want another family. The Fentons are imperfect, but they’re his. If he started thinking of the batfamily as his own, it would feel like he was erasing the people who already mean everything to him.

It would also make losing them hurt more.

The batfamily’s world is dangerous. Gotham is dangerous. And if Tim ever let himself think of them as his family—as more than coworkers or teammates—it would make every death, every injury, and every failure cut that much deeper.

Tim’s already had to grieve once, when Danny died. He barely survived it. He doesn’t think he could go through that again, especially not in a world where loss is inevitable. Keeping the bats at arm’s length is self-preservation as much as loyalty to the Fentons.

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Does It Hurt the Bats?

Absolutely.

Dick wants so badly to be Tim’s big brother. Jason finds it hilarious, but even he bristles at being labeled a coworker. Damian sees it as a betrayal of loyalty. And Bruce—well, Bruce doesn’t say much, but the tight line of his mouth speaks volumes. Tim doesn't even want to think about how Cass probably already knew, and how much it had still hurt her nonetheless.

But Tim doesn’t change his stance. Because at the end of the day, the bats aren't his family. They’re his team, his coworkers, and maybe even his friends.

And that’s enough.

[adamsrcnan]

honestly i think it's a little redundant to write any think pieces on what jean's endgame ship will be. it's going to be jerejean whether you like it or not. that's the story nora is writing. she said it herself when she announced it. this story is a love story but it's also a story about jean and his journey to recovery (and just because jeremy is the future love interest that doesn't diminish the importance kevin has on jean's life either. jean's feelings for kevin are very much still there but so is the betrayal and hurt of him leaving him in the nest. it's a very convoluted relationship of which we still don't know much about. only what jean has told us, so far. as the man who believes his feelings have not been reciprocated to the same degree, mind you. like, we still have two more books to go, one with more scenes with kevin in them where we will learn more.).

as for jeremy...lmao. have we not been talking about how little we know of him since the book dropped? and now all of a sudden people are claiming to know everything about him and decided he's no good? based on one book? and for some reason because he isn't handling his new traumatised teammate perfectly like a professional with a psychology degree he's somehow not right for jean? since when has anyone in this universe been perfect? or dealt with trauma professionally and perfectly?

do i think it's right that jeremy crossed some boundaries to get some answers about jean's past? no. do i think it's right that he overshared jean's truths to his friends without his permission? fuck no. but we're dealing with a whole different group of people here, most of which have not been traumatised to the level the foxes had been. who are not used to dealing with people like jean. jeremy has his own issues yet to be revealed, he clearly has problems standing up to his family (as seen with his sister), though he has no issue captaining his team (as seen with lucas) and it's suspect that he also doesn't think himself to be as great of a person as everyone else does given the sad look on his face when jean tells him he could never be anyone's villain. so idk why anyone thinks they know anything about him when he's so cagey in his own pov. and nowhere in that, may i add, has he ever implied he wants to "fix" jean. he wants to help him. he wants to give him reasons to enjoy his life now that he can i.e making him take that silly ceramics class for Fun. and given jean has had his whole life centred around exy (which he doesn't even enjoy anymore) i think it's actually very smart and helpful to get him doing things that "don't matter" so that he can learn from it and learn that he can actually live outside exy. that he can make mistakes and be imperfect at something and that's Okay.

at this moment in time in canon, kevin doesn't have that kind of mindset and it's probably because he was allowed the freedom to already pursue an interest outside of exy - his love of history. like are we missing the detail that he begged tetsuji to let him take that as his major and he actually allowed it? kevin, though still has a long way to go, still has something outside of exy he can hold onto and switch off from. jean doesn't have that and jeremy just so happens to come along and give him the option and for some reason that seems to get ignored. i think it's actually one of the most important things about their relationship so far. jeremy still makes all the accommodations jean needs - setting him up with class partners, taking him for a run when he needs to get out of his head, buying a bed to sleep in the room with him. but he also pushes back and insists jean try something to break him out of his unhealthy relationship with exy.

also, hello, jean literally admits to himself it's a Lie when he tells jeremy he doesn't want him to look if it's too much for him to deal with when jean is attacked by grayson. and jeremy refuses to look away. something everyone around jean has done since he was born, probably.

"Jeremy’s response was low but unhesitating: “I will not look away.” “I do not want you to look.” It frightened him how much it sounded like a lie, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it..."

jean appreciates when jeremy is so very obviously attracted to jean and openly staring, but doesn't press and removes himself from the situation if he thinks he may come on too strong.

"Threat assessment, he told himself, and it was almost the truth. He needed to see the easy way Jeremy ceded Jean’s space to him. Jean couldn’t remember the last time someone allowed him any boundaries, and the feeling was as novel as it was addicting."

hello???? that is literally jean himself telling us jeremy just allowed him a boundary. how does that get looked over?

also he's content enough with jeremy in his space that he feels safe enough to almost drift off

"In the quiet he could hear Jeremy breathing, and it was almost as comforting as the heat of another body this close to his. It thawed the parts of him the sun hadn’t reached despite soaking up its glare all day. Jean closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift far away. [...] This was the first time his room truly felt safe and right, and he was content to hold onto it for as long as he could."

mind you right after this jeremy presses that jean should have his own space and jean insists jeremy share with him and get his own bed. and let's not forget the obvious flirting that has jeremy immediately backtracking and telling jean to let him know if he ever makes him uncomfortable.

ALSO THIS

“Stop asking,” Jean said. “You only think you want these answers.”

jean may find it annoying and unfavourable that jeremy keeps pressing but idk i infer this to be more of jean not knowing how to handle someone actually giving a fuck about what was done to him when he was so used to everyone turning a blind eye.

finally (bc this is getting long) jeremy pushes himself into jean's space when he hugs him, and jean doesn't hug him back but he doesn't push him away either and jeremy is the one who has to wait for jean to let go of his shirt so he can move away.

"Jeremy heard the dismissal in it, but he waited for Jean to let go of his shirt before leaving the room."

i have made a post about this before but jean craves attention and affection, he wants to be loved and to be frank he fucking deserves it more than anyone else does.

i'll finish the post with one last line from jeremy's pov...

"...it wasn't his place to interfere with Jean's trauma or his healing."

jeremy isn't perfect, he's not meant to be.

[veturiusofserra]

when you know, you know | s. r.

𑁤 synopsis: in an interview she opens up about how easy it is to be loved by Spencer, sharing the story of how they met and how his love inspired her music.

𑁤 pairing: spencer reid x singer!reader

𑁤 words: 1.090

𑁤 disclaimer: This was 100% inspired by something my bf said a while ago, and I love the song. I hope you will enjoy it too <3

“As we reach the close of our conversation, one thing’s bugging me. In your song “Margaret,” there’s this line ‘when you know, you know.’ Like, how do you just know someone’s the one? I’ve been through my share of relationships, yet I haven’t experienced that kind of thing you sing about. In your song, it’s all so clear-cut, like you can predict the future. It reminds me of a kid believing in the tooth fairy – sweet idea, maybe not quite real. But that’s probably what makes the song so good. It talks about this perfect love where everything just clicks, and all your worries disappear. Maybe that’s what I’m still looking for, or maybe it’s just for some lucky people. Either way, your song paints such a strong picture of love that it makes me wonder if I’ll ever have a ‘Margaret’ of my own.”

“It’s funny, right? The answer everyone gives is so simple: “you’ll just know.” Like love hits you like a lightning bolt, destiny calls, happily ever after guaranteed. But maybe that’s the problem. We get this picture-perfect idea of love from movies and books, and then we miss the real thing when it’s right under our noses. We set these high expectations, these checklists of what “the one” should be like. And if someone doesn’t tick every box, we write them off. It’s like searching for a flawless diamond, forgetting that even the most beautiful gems have tiny imperfections. Because guess what? We all mess up. You make mistakes, I make mistakes, everyone does. Maybe that’s what makes a real connection so special – accepting someone, flaws and all. Speaking of which, there’s this story I wanted to share with you.”

“We're all ears!”, the interviewer and the crew smile with waiting faces.  

“For the longest time, I believed I was destined to give love, but never receive it.  Maybe because... well, let’s be honest, I can be a bit self-absorbed, lost in my own head and neglecting others. But even with the no love life mantra, there was always this yearning for a family, a deep desire for children I could call my own. The ‘what ifs’ terrified me, though. Would I be a good parent? Would they be happy? Could I provide for them? Eventually, I resigned myself to a life of music, making people happy through my art, having a few friends, maybe a tragically young death – you know, the artist’s curse. 

Then, I found him. We both know Penny, but run in different circles. He’s in law, I’m an artist – about as different as you get, except for maybe a shared love of fancy vocabulary. We met at Penny’s birthday party, and while he claims it was love at first sight for him, I just thought he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. But that was it. He was too shy to introduce himself, and I was sworn off men at the time. Funny how fate works, right?  We never crossed paths before, but after that night, it seemed like everywhere I turned, there he was. That’s when I decided to take a chance, and boy, I was so scared!

All those stories about soulmates and butterflies? They weren’t for me. Anxiety had been my constant companion for as long as I could remember. Butterflies just meant another battle brewing in my head. What I craved was peace, a steady hand to anchor me until I was ready to set sail. So, I built a friendship with him. We shared secrets, dreams, and vulnerabilities. He turned out to be a brilliant mind, a walking encyclopedia with an IQ of 187. Yet, he never made me feel inferior. He found humor in my quirks, and we seemed to complement each other perfectly. The more time we spent together, the more his words resonated: “We were designed for one another.”

And then, it hit me. Love. Deep, unexpected, and all-encompassing. It felt effortless, a perfect fit. But fear gnawed at me. It was all so new, so unfamiliar. Just as I was drowning in uncertainty, Penny, our mutual friend, reached out. She had something to show me – “Margaret.”

“She wrote it?” she asked, intrigued.

“Well, she started it,” I clarify. “Inspired by him, she penned the first lines that night after the birthday party. She couldn't shake the image of his longing gaze, a sight she’d never witnessed before. It felt sacred, a raw glimpse into his heart. The initial draft, rough around the edges, went something like this: ‘just writing for a friend. My shirt's inside out, and penmanship is messy. He met her on the rooftop, and she wore white. He said, ‘I think I’m in trouble.’ He saw flashes of the future.” A gentle smile graces your lips. 

“Seriously, that’s adorable.”

I nod, a blush creeping up my cheeks. “Right? Her words sparked inspiration within me. I wrote the rest, my mind consumed by-”

“By him.” she prompted, leaning in.

“He made love feel simple. Loving me was effortless for him, a stark contrast to the struggle I’d always imagined. It was like breathing, a natural and easy rhythm. He helped me discover the light that had been hiding within me all along.”

“There’s a saying,” the interviewer began, “to be loved is to be changed.”

I smiled. “I prefer a different one: to be loved is to be known. Because maybe, just maybe, he saw the affection within me all along, the part I couldn’t quite see myself.”

“You are indeed full of affection,” she said warmly. “Thank you for sharing this story with us.”

“Thank you for listening. I know it's a cliché, but there truly is someone out there for everyone. You never know what tomorrow holds, but deep down, a tiny spark ignites within us, guiding us towards that love. Trust it.”

“That wraps it up for our interview with the lovely Y/n! But before we say goodbye, there's one more message for her. Can we play it, Jonah?” A nod later, the studio fills with the sound of a familiar voice.

“Hey there, love. Just wanted to say congratulations on the album! You poured your heart and soul into it, and I’m incredibly proud. But hey, can you come home soon? Two days feels like an eternity without you. Miss my other half. Love you tons, sweetheart. And everyone listening, stream Ocean Boulevard! Dex says hi to mom, too.” A meow erupts in the background, eliciting a laugh from you and the studio crew.

thoughts? or prayers idk

[chantiying]

Why do I love you?

How to choose? Take a deep breath, close your eyes, open them and then choose the image that drawn your attention

1 2 3

Before to start, sorry for any mistakes or grammar error. English is not my first language

Remember tarot is not set on stone and you can change your path whenever you want. This is for entertainment purposes

This reading is general so if it doesn't resonate with you just let it go

Pile 1

Hey! Do I really have to give you reasons to understand how much you mean to me? Every conversation we have, from the deepest to the stupidest, through those silences that have never been uncomfortable between us. You keep me grounded, we've been through so much together. Every part of you is beautiful. I know that sometimes you doubt yourself, your body, even your luck, but I love you because despite everything you have lived and you are still here, and you're still fighting. We can do anything as long as we're together, forget those who let you down, forget those who betrayed you, forget all that, because now I'm here for you. Please let me know more about you, please let me help you. Don't be afraid, I do value all the effort you have made to be here, to stay here. I love you, because in spite of all the secrets, all the problems, all the things you've never said, you're still kind, considerate, still smiling and you keep bringing happiness to others.

I want to be with you, to give you my hand, to do crazy things together, I want you to believe in yourself again, and be in the process. I love you because you are my moonlight. Don't let your thoughts destroy you, we'll find our way, we two we'll fight all the monsters and dragons that torment you

I think this pile have a special connection with the moon

Talking to the moon by Bruno Mars

Maybe it's a friend, your crush, or someone who doesn't talk to you anymore or who you lost touch with because of distance. It can also be a spiritual guide. Anyway, it seems to be someone who misses you so much and talk to the moon about you

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Pile 2

I like spending time with you. I love you for all the witticisms you can have, for how free you seem to be, because in you I find a place to call home. I love you simply because that's what I came here for, to spend time with you, to love you, to take care of you, to help you, to fight together. You are a part of me, my fears, my insecurities, the difficult moments. The times you have seen me sad or crying, all those times you have been there for me, make me grateful for how lucky I am. Everything we've been through has only helped strengthen our relationship. I love you because you understand me even with my mood swings, because you could have left, but you've never done it. I want to have you always by my side, like my treasure. I know that you are always there for me, to advise me, to make me laugh, to go out, to forget everything, but I want you to know that I also want to be your shoulder on which you can rest, you are my hope, and I want you to find it in me too. I know you've been busy, but could we go out? Let's forget the worries even for a day, okay?

This connection feels like an old movie, like autumn season, or even like the last day of school

Indie rock music

Imperfect for you by Ariana Grande

It could be a friend, lover or relative

"And in that moment I swear we were infinite"

🎻࿔*:🍂⋆🎻࿔*:🍂

Pile 3

Why do I love you? Easy. You arrived just in time to reach out to me. Maybe I haven't told you this, but before you, I was afraid that no one would really love me, I asked so much for your arrival, I think I manifested you. I know that sometimes I can be absent, that it may seem like I don't care about anything or anyone, but you're the only exception. I love you because you have made me believe in destiny, because if it weren't for you, I don't know where I would be. You are my family, the person who calms me down when my fears seem to win. Remember that I'm there for you, even if sometimes I can't even handle my problems. I love you because you don't judge me, because my problems seem lighter when I'm with you. You make me feel strong. I love you because you take care of me, because you care about me, because I was lost until you found me.

It seems to be someone who is struggling with depression or someone who doesn't know how to externalize their emotions

It's a relief for them to have you

Pop music, maybe social gatherings?

I think it's someone who looks up to you. It may be younger than you or older, but you play the role of "mom" because of how you care about that person

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Thank you for the support in my last (first) post. you guys are awesome

Alic (Chanty) 🪽

[connoisseursdecomfort]

Twilight and his guilt/mistakes - Ch.86-107

[Manga spoiler alert]

Once upon a time, Loid "for the mission" Forger thinks in full sentences.

However, regarding his family, Twilight slowly moves from confirmed statements he states in his head to questions. We see him looking at Anya and Bond in the park miserably after the doggy crisis arc, thinking how he would have to leave his family. (Ch.23) After the tennis arc the confirmed statement has turned into hesitation, "Any lie can be justified, if it's in the name of peace... Huh?" (Ch.35) Towards the end of the cruise arc, we see him wondering to himself:

Chapter 75 is unsatisfying because we expect Twilight to give us his thoughts, like he's always done before.

But in ch.75, we get nothing:

Ch.83 gave us something similar to the previous pattern. Twilight asked himself this important question, "Why did you hesitate?" (ch.83). We got an indirect answer.

In ch.86, he tried to give us Yor his thoughts (I've talked about them here), but he didn't finish them (because of Yuri):

Ch.86 is the beginning of a new pattern of Twilight's thoughts: 1. he always finds his own imperfections/mistakes when he tries to be the spy; and 2. he no longer offers us his thoughts about the Forgers in complete sentences (although to be fair we know he loves them and that's not up for debate).

Every time he has to act as Twilight [the spy] an expanding crack in Twilight's "disguise" is revealed. In ch.92 and 107, [redacted] wants to do something for the mission and ends up thinking outside of the mission:

In ch.107, he's reminded once again how his missions, including his side missions, could hurt his family. In the bus arc, he's not there because he's on a side mission and had to run back "for nothing". In the Wheeler's arc, he almost killed Yor's brother because of his side mission (that was until he heard Yuri calling Yor's name). And here in ch.107:

And like in ch.86, he again didn't give us a full sentence: "Even so, I..." ("And therefore...")

Ch.92 and 107 have one thing in common - he's so eager to do his spy stuffs in the beginning, so much so we can see the sound of him calculating in ch.107.

But his mind grew quiet when he felt the guilt. Things still went his way, but was he as happy as he thought he would be?

He had a realisation during the Wheeler arc. What he would tell us (for now) is that he realises that he has failed as a spy. He (or should we say Endo) didn't show us explicitly what he thought about how he should deal with his family.

Endo dropped us hints though - ch.94 and 103. I think I will make an analysis on ch.103 so I'll only talk about ch.94 here. Is Twilight still "acting"? Yes, but he's not doing it for the mission. If in the cruise arc he often had to remind himself that it's a vacation (so is it a mission or a vacation), in ch.94 he knows it's not for the mission. He didn't even think about the mission in this chapter right after he told himself to forget about Anya's tonitrus bolts.

Ch.94 is the first vacation he actively takes. He's smiling the whole time. To think that during the cruise arc, this man had difficulties taking a vacation.

Ch.94 shows us that he's happy with his family as long as he doesn't think about the mission. The more he tries to act like Twilight, the more he notices about his own mistakes.

But that's fine. Endo gave us a hint which is unfortunately not shown in the English version. In ch.92, Ji-jiji told Anya something. In English, it's translated to be "Whenever you find a pitfall, it makes the road easier to walk the next time."

But there's a note next to the word "pitfall" that reads まちがい (間違い), meaning "mistake(s)". Who's been finding tonnes of his own faults lately? This guy.

But I believe in Ji-jiji. And I think Twilight will find the way.

[thelunarfairy]

The painful love

Nene's dream is to be loved by someone, because she was always mistreated by boys…. she gave up her life, "her marriage" to save her best friend, and she will give up all of that if she is by Hanako's side , these are all just details, it's not about marriage, it's about her loving him.

He's a ghost, he can't get married, he can't have children, he can't grow old with her, he can't even leave school, she won't be able to introduce him to her parents, she won't be able to meet his family, no one can see him . All Nene has is the great love she feels for him, and what wins over Hanako most is her desire to stay.

One of the forms of love, regardless of whether it is friendship or romance, is for someone to "stay" for you. Someone chooses to be by your side, even with your story, your past, your hurts and flaws. Nene stood by him, even when no one else did, and this contrasts greatly with his relationship with Tsukasa.

Tsukasa wants to leave, yes, to save Hanako, but Hanako doesn't want to be saved, he wants to be forgiven, he wants to be loved, he wants the people he loves to stay. So, when Nene went after him on the far shore, even though he scolded her, he couldn't hold back any longer. Because she did all that because she wanted to be with him, when not even the person he loves most, Tsukasa, had decided to leave.

She is the only person who wants to stay by his side without thinking twice, no matter what she has to do, she will be there. Even now, even going back in time, she still remembers him, remembers the desire she had to see him in the audience watching her in the play.

It's ironic, because Nene wanted a handsome boy for everyone to see, she wanted to use the boys as a trophy, not to show off, but to show the boys who were mean to her that someone can love her, even with this "flaw." "superficial and futile.

But in the end she fell in love with a ghost, the ordinary boy who is not popular, who no one can see. That was something I loved about the construction of the story, how Aidairo didn't give Nene what she wanted, but what she needed.

To be loved by the boy who finds her "flaw" attractive, to be loved by the boy who protects her, who listens to her, who is there for her. Being loved by the imperfect boy who has his own story and who makes mistakes, who is not the prettiest guy in the class, but who truly loves, no matter how much he tries to hide it, no matter how mysterious he is.

He is afraid that she will find out about him, because he doesn't want her to leave, almost like a silent request "please don't go.." Hanako is a boy who seems to have been abandoned a lot, maybe it only happened to Tsukasa, but even Let it just be him, Tsukasa is the love of his life, not in a romantic way, but he is the person he loves most, and he is gone.

The love between these two is tragic, but true, seeing how the two complement each other, even with the "flaws" and mistakes they make. It's an intense, true love, a continuous struggle between being together or separated by destiny.

Yes, destiny, it is he who is manipulating everything, their destiny is not to be together, but they are fighting against it, even if they have to break the world.

And, I hope, they break the world together with Tsukasa. Because he loves Amane, because he didn't want to leave him, but he had to, it was the only option, because he loves Amane so much that he wants him to live and be happy, even without him.

But for Amane, there is no happiness without Tsukasa, and now, there is no happiness without Nene either.

[honeytonedhottie]

the tea on self love⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍵

the most important relationship that you're ever going to have during your lifetime is the relationship with yourself. its the longest relationship that you'll ever be in, therefore its crucial to make this relationship flourish.

first understand ; love is unconditional. theres no such thing as conditional love, if its conditional then it is NOT love. that means regardless of past mistakes, your love for yourself is still there and its still strong. the love for yourself is the only love that will always be there. because people change and they come and go, but you're with yourself ALL hours of the day, and forEVER.

because people change, you cannot rely on the love of others all of the time. the love that u feel for urself shouldn't decrease just because your surrounded by individuals who love you a lot. if anything ur self love should grow, but never shrink.

its easy to grow dependent on the love from others, your friends, family, partner.. but the truth of the matter is, if ur self love isnt solid and grounded then when that person inevitably changes or grows or leaves ur life, then you perception of self love will crumble.

practicing self love ; start asking yourself "how i feel today" or "what do i need/want today" be more conscious of urself and ur feelings, just as you would if u were being thoughtful and considerate to a friend or partner that you loved.

do not EVER speak badly about yourself. even in a "joking" manner. bcuz guess what, ur brain can't tell the difference between when ur joking and when ur being serious. your words have power!! the same love and support that u provide to ur friends when they've made a mistake is the same, if not more, support and love that u should give urself when u make mistakes.

often times we beat ourselves up over mistakes that we make but thats not healthy at ALL. make ur mind a peaceful, beautiful, and safe place to be, where u can cultivate ideas and growth. instead of a place where ur walking on eggshells all of the time bcuz ur scared of imperfection.

make a promise to yourself that regardless of how u feel or what happened in ur life, that you won't talk badly about yourself. only tell yourself good things!!

be conscious of how you treat urself ; are you considerate enough of ur own health or well being? if the answer is no, then what are you even doing? treat urself with tender love and care. if you feel tired, sleep. if you feel hungry, eat. if you long for something, give it to yourself. dont deny yourself anything and please please look after yourself.

ways to show yourself love depending on ur love language ; if u dont know ur love language, take this quiz ✨ and find out.

if ur love language is physical touch...

try yoga

take a bubble bath

buy a weighted blanket or one of those pregnancy pillows

if ur love language is receiving gifts...

go on solo trips

investing in yourself

buying gifts for urself when u go out

if ur love language is words of affirmation...

practice gratitude

practice saying ur affirmations out loud to urself

give yourself compliments

if ur love language is acts of service...

practicing self care

meal prepping meals that u know u love to eat

clean and organize ur space

if ur love language is quality time...

go for a relaxing walk

start journalling

try meditation

have some quiet time and replenish yourself, take a long nap, do whatever u need to do to show yourself that YOU LOVE YOU, bcuz u should 🫶🏽

the mindset of someone who loves themselves ;

"im going to give my body the best that i can possibly manage"

"my body is a temple, so im going to treat it as such"

"im going to be conscious of what i say and think to myself about myself, and only feed myself good thoughts"

[ara270904]

I hate King Charming without a reason apparently. He's evil (in my mind)

He's the worst father ever. He's probably very imperfect too but he hides it.

Because he hates himself for having imperfect children and forces them to be the perfection he can't be. But oh surprise! Only one of his children can appear perfect.

Like forget Snow White being a bad mother, King Charming is the real bad father. You want real angst and need a villain? King Charming is right there traumatizing his children trying to make them perfect and exactly how he wants them to be.

Putting the three Charming siblings into a mold but none of them fit the carefully planned mold. So King Charming forces them to be perfection, there is no room for error to have mistakes, the Charmings are prestigious and elegant, and above all perfect.

The entire Charming family are appearances so imperfections (cough Dexter cough) do not serve the family and are not as important as those who do know how to pretend.

But what King Charming doesn't know is that appearances can be easily broken and at some point it will be discovered that his children and especially him aren't the perfect family they claim to be.

Like probably King Charming got married to his "perfect" wife think that she she could fix his genes, fix their future children with better genetics. It seemed like everything was going to be okay but they soon realized it wasn't, but still King Charming tried hard to force his children to pretend and got angry when they wanted to have "personalities of their own".

Charmings don't have "personalities of their own" they are simply what a prince or princess is supposed to be and other than that they are perfect and that is all they should aspire to be.

King Charming probably hates Dexter because they're equally imperfect but King Charming did everything possible to hide it while he has never managed to make Dexter completely how he wants him to be and Dexter tries to be his own person by not having a destiny to which he aspires.

Darling is more secretive about her being a knight and hides her scars with makeup to appear better in front of her parents.

And Daring simply loves that his father is always happy with him because he learned well everything his father taught him. Daring tries to be the most perfect all the time so that his father is proud of him at all times.

Oh but what will happen to everything after Dragon Games :D. Everything is going to fall apart in the "perfect" family

(I made the post, @kang-yina)

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 4

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Word Count: 4,633

Warnings: Pure SMUT. Literally, its porn with a plot. Protected P in V, oral sex (both male and female), fingering, squirting, cum swallowing, hickeys, tit worship, major size kink (he's just so big in all aspects that I can't help myself!), Naughty words,

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 3

Every bit of blood in my body rushed straight to my dick. Here we are sitting in the parking lot of the family owned Italian restaurant in town and I am so achingly hard I could barely breathe. I turn to Emma, grab the back of her neck and smash our lips together in a zealous and indecent kiss. Her hand rests on my thigh so she can pull herself closer and deepen the kiss. Our tongues caress and massage each other sensually disregarding the fact that we are in a public space. We swap dirty kisses across the truck console for a minute or two before pulling back.

“Shit, sugar. You can’t say things like that outside of the house where I can do somethin’ about it. I feel like a teenager trying to hide my hard-on.” Emma giggles knowing exactly how much of a tease she’s being as she reaches over and presses her hand against the bulge in my jeans. I grunt and wrap my hand around her much smaller one on top of my erection. I’ve gotta get her alone even if it’s just to keep kissin’ on her.

“Would you be opposed to coming back to mine for a little bit? I’ve got Mills in a crate and even though he hasn’t had any accidents yet, I don’t want to push my luck so early on.”

“Absolutely.” She says and I lean forward to peck her lips again.

I put my arm out behind her headrest so I can back up the truck and feel her instinctively lean closer towards me. Her teeth graze over her kiss swollen bottom lip and I almost growl.

I somehow make it home safely and park in my driveway in record time. I hop out and lock the truck so she can’t get out while I run around and open the door for her. She shakes her head while smiling and takes my hand to jump down. I intertwine our fingers as I walk to the front door. I need to get my garage all cleaned out from excess building materials so I can park inside the next time I bring her here in case it’s raining or too hot, I think to myself.

I let her inside the house and head toward Mills’ crate so that I can let him and Aika outside. Aika slowly and methodically stretches with a gentle tail wag as she greets us whereas Mills’ tail is wagging so hard he’s about to fall over as Emma crouches down to see him. The sexual tension between us is not as heavy as it was in my truck, but it’s definitely still there.

“Hi baby. I missed you too! Let’s go outside to potty! I don’t need you having an accident on the floor. Come on cutie pie.” She says to Mills before reaching out to Aika, cooing at her and giving her some head scratches. We follow the dogs outside so I can make sure Mills doesn’t run off and I reach over and pull Emma into my arms. I slowly stroke up and down her back as she wraps her arms around my neck and bashfully smiles.

“No pressure, remember? I can take you home any time just say the word.”

“I know Austin.” She says quietly before reaching on her tiptoes to kiss me. It’s a simple kiss that doesn’t hold even a quarter of the lust that our car kisses held. It’s more intentional, it’s trusting. As if I didn’t feel the emotions that she put into the kiss, she spoke them aloud. “Even though I just met you, I trust you more than I probably should.” I kiss her once more before responding.

“I trust you too.” She smiles at me as I stare into her ocean eyes. She runs her soft fingertips through my course beard as we kiss again.

A few minutes later, I whistle and the dogs head right back to the door. I’ll have to take them on a hike tomorrow to let them exercise but tonight I had other plans. Mills is chomping at the bits to get out some energy but he’ll be alright for tonight.

We got back inside and I directed the dogs to their beds. Mills was still learning but catching on to my different commands pretty quickly so he only needed a few redirections.

I looked at Emma and wrapped her into my arms as I pressed her body against mine. “Couch?” I asked while motioning with my head to the old leather couch in the living room and she shook her head no.

“Bed.” She whispered with a look like she was undressing me with her eyes. I grabbed her hand and started leading her to the staircase before I dipped down and picked her up over my shoulder. She squealed and smacked my butt and I playfully smacked hers in return as I hauled her up the stairs. After I opened my bedroom door, I slid her body down my front feeling her curves and breath against my neck. Once she was on her feet, she swallowed loudly before she ran her hands under the edge of my t-shirt. I leaned down to start kissing her while holding her jaw as her hands became braver and she let her fingers explore further up my torso. Her nails began lightly scratching across my abdomen under my shirt when I felt her smirk into our kiss.

“Finally gettin’ those belly scratches.” She joked and I grinned back at her. I reached down and grabbed her ass cheek in her shorts and replied, “I’m about to start drooling just like Aika.”

I pressed her tightly against my body before reaching behind my neck and pulling my shirt off and throwing it in the floor.

“Mmm..you’re so sexy, Austin.” She whispered as her hands roamed over my pecs and abs and I smiled widely. Before I could reply, she stepped back and pulled her top over her head and I saw a little belly button piercing that I didn’t know she had which made me lose my train of thought.

“Fuck me” I grunted under my hand as I ran my hand across my beard looking at her in her strapless black lacy bra. I reached to run my thumb across her belly piercing and she ran her arms up and down my biceps.

“I like this very much.” I told her gruffly.

She smirked, “College cheer squad all got them done together my freshman year. My dad almost had a stroke when he found out 3 months after I got it.” I grinned at her confession.

“Mmm.. you’re so beautiful.” I told her as I lightly kissed her neck. She gasped softly as my beard scraped the delicate skin below her ear. I felt her hands start opening my belt and shorts and I helped her slide them down my thighs so I was just in my black boxer briefs. I’m sure she could see everything I was packin' as my cock strained against the fabric. I reached down and unbuttoned her white shorts and she shimmied out of them before reaching up to kiss me again. I loved feeling her soft skin against my chest but if possible I got even harder as she stepped back, reached behind her and unclasped her bra before tossing it on the floor beside her. She stood there and self-consciously played with hands for a moment while letting me soak in the view.

“Goddamn, sugar. You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen.” I grumbled. I’ve always been a tits man and I’ve just been presented with the most beautiful pair I’ve ever gazed upon. Her perfectly round swells looked like they would fit flawlessly in my palms. The smooth skin decorated with pale pink nipples that strained and peaked from either her arousal or the coolness of the air. Her hair fell in soft waves around them as she watched me eye fuck her form. I bit my lip and with a grunt grabbed her hip bones and pushed her warm breasts against my chest. I groaned at the feel of her against me in nothing but a lacy black thong.

“You feel so good against me.” I murmured against her neck before catching her lips again with a sensual kiss. As we kissed, I walked her backwards to my bed and laid her down on her back. I ran my hand along her side before I reached and cupped her breast in my hand and groaned in approval. I began kissing and sucking down her neck until my mouth made it to her breast where I sucked Emma’s tit into my mouth. It didn’t escape my attention that she clamped her legs together in an attempt to create some friction, but I didn’t want to skip steps and rush through this. You can never redo your first time with a new partner and I didn’t want to be hasty. She deserved to have her body worshipped and I had every intention to do so. After paying sufficient attention to her right breast, I switched to the left that I had been massaging with my hand.

“Please, baby. Do something.” She whined as I continued focusing on her chest.

“Uh uh, let me take my time with you. I want to worship every bit of you tonight, sweetheart. You deserve for me to take my time.” I replied as I kissed, suckled, and tweaked her nipple before sucking a hickey into the top of her breast. She gasped and arched her back essentially pushing herself further into me. Once I was satisfied with the love bite, I decided the other one needed one as well. I sucked hickeys on her chest and stomach before making my way to the waistband of her panties. After I kissed each hip bone, I looked up at her asking for permission.

“Can I take these off, sugar?”

“Yes.” She whispered and lifted her hips for me to pull them down. I was greeted with the world’s most perfect pussy right in front of me. She instinctively pulled her legs back together and although I wanted to rip them apart to get a taste, I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“Darlin’, please let me taste ya?” I asked while rubbing her thighs gently.

“You don’t have to do that, Austin. I know men don’t like it.”

“Men don’t like it? I don’t know what little boys you’ve been fucking with but eating an impeccable little peach like this is my idea of paradise. I want to, if you’ll let me. You smell amazing.” She blushed bright red and nodded.

“Words, darlin’. I want there to be no question that I have your consent.”

“Yes, Austin. You can taste me if you really want too.” She whispered and I grabbed her thigh and began leaving a gentle trail of kisses along it while massaging her other leg. When I got to her core, I placed a closed mouth kiss on top of her mound before peppering kisses along her other leg. I spread her legs open and damn, what a sight. She was clean shaven so I could see that her petals were glistening with her sweet arousal. I inhaled deeply and she squirmed as I placed a hot, wet kiss directly to her clit.

“Shit! Oh my god!” She said as her arms flailed out beside her and fisted the comforter.

“Just relax, sugar, and let Sy take care of you.” I licked down to her opening and back up to her clit with my tongue flattened wide. I lapped at her sweet essence greedily before sliding my middle finger into her tight channel.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good Austin…Don’t.. don’t stop Sy.”

“You taste divine, angel. Never tasted anything as good as you. So sweet.” I murmured against her heat and the vibrations of my voice stimulated her clit. I quickly slid my ring finger inside her along with my middle finger and curved them upwards as I felt around for her g-spot. I knew I found it when I heard her whine.

“Ahhh, right there baby. Right there!” I fight to refrain from humping my erection against the bed like a horny dog to relieve some pressure. Hearing her moans and watching her squirm while tasting her on my tongue is the most erotic thing but I need to focus.

“Mmm is that your sweet spot, babygirl? Did I find the spot that makes you extra tingly?” I grunt against her clitoris.

“Yes! Oh god, I think I’m going to cum. It feels different but so good. Please don’t stop!”

“I ain’t stoppin’ sugar. Not until you cum. Cum on my tongue, let me have it.” I say and moments later Emma’s entire body seizes up and her back arches. She moans so loudly I can barely keep from cumming in my boxers just at the sight and sound of her. I feel her hands reach down to my buzzcut as she tried to find something to hold onto and I made sure I had her hips pinned to the bed with my forearm. I continue lapping at her and am a little surprised when her juices splash against my face and chest. I double down and keep doing exactly what made her cum while swallowing up all of her arousal that I can. When she starts gently squirming away, I realize that she’s probably extra sensitive now so I gently kiss her thighs, hips, and belly. I place a kiss on her belly ring before I wipe my beard with my hand and slide up beside her. Emma’s arm is covering her face and her body is heaving as she catches her breath. She removes her arm from her face and I am greeted with her beautiful eyes staring up at me with exhaustion and possibly adulation.

“Holy shit. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” She says and I chuckle before I lean down and kiss her lips.

“Yeah, never squirted before?” I ask smugly.

“I SQUIRTED?!” she yells with a look of terror and embarrassment.

“Sure did, sugar, and I drank every bit I could catch in my mouth. It was fucking glorious.” I wagged my eyebrows at her proudly.

“I’ve never.. I mean, I knew it felt different and I was really wet because it was so much more intense. I didn’t realize my body could even do that. Oh God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t you dare be embarrassed. It’s my goal to make sure you have those type of orgasms as much as you possibly can. I almost came just from doing it to you.” I tell her truthfully.

I lean over and pull her into a filthy kiss. She reciprocates the kiss before pushing me on my back and kissing down my chest.

“Can I take these off?” She asks as her hand slides under the elastic waistband of my boxers.

“Sure can, angel.” I say as I help her pull my boxers off.

“Fuck, you’re huge. There’s no way that will fit without ripping me in half.” She says quietly while she wraps her little fist around my girth. Her thumb swipes across the bead of precum on the head and massages it down my shaft. It looks better than I imagined it would be having her hands on me. I know I’m likely a bit more well-endowed than most men, but I never get tired of hearing it. I grin at her with a wink.

“Nah, we can make it fit and take it slow and gentle if that’s what you want darlin’. I promise I won’t hurt you. We don’t have to do anything if you aren’t comfortable with it.”

“No, I want too! The men I’ve been with before are like pencils compared to you though.”

She startles as I laugh boisterously at her comparison.

“Well, I’m glad all of those pencil dicks are in the past sweetheart.”

“Me too.” She giggles before leaning forward to kiss me as her small, cold hands start pumping my rigid, heated cock. Her breasts brush against my chest hair and it feels indescribable.

Emma starts kissing down my neck and chest before she gently bites one of my nipples and I jolt from the unexpectedness. She glances at me and smirks with my nipple in between her teeth and her hand on my cock. It’s incredibly sexy seeing how confidently she is exploring my body.

“You little minx. You have no idea what you do to me, do ya?”

Emma sensually and slowly shakes her head no as she licks further down to my happy trail. She pecks all around my trimmed pubic hair before she starts to kitten lick my cock.

I’m torn between throwing my head back while screwing my eyes shut tightly to keep myself from blowing my load already, and watching every move she makes so I don’t miss anything. I take a deep breath before opening my eyes to look back down at her where she looks straight into my eyes and takes me into her mouth.

“Fuckkkk sugar.” I groan and her hand works the base of my cock and her hot, wet mouth sucks the rest of me. I push a strand of hair from her face as I watch her. She pulls back with a pop before she spits on the head of my cock. Her other hand begins to softly massage my balls. Jesus, this image is better than any porn that could ever exist. She uses her hand to lube up my dick before taking a deep breath and shoving her mouth as deeply onto my cock as she can. I feel her throat constrict as she slightly gags around me and her eyes tear up. I pull her hair out of her face as she goes down on me again and hold it like a ponytail. I start to squirm each time she takes me in the back of her throat. I look at her and see tears in her eyes. I help her pull back a bit and she pulls off all the way with a pop and takes a deep breath.

“Baby, don’t hurt yourself now.” I tell her gruffly as I wipe her tears.

“I want to make it good for you.” She responds.

“Sugar, anything you do is good for me. You have no idea how difficult it’s been since you kissed me in the car to keep from blowing my load. You are so unbelievably beautiful and sexy darlin’. I’m trying not to come in ten seconds like an inexperienced teenager.”

“Mmm, but I want to taste you. Cum for me, Austin. Don’t hold back.” Emma says sexily and I groan as her hand still lazily strokes me.

“Yeah? Well, I’ll give you anything you want. Just don’t hurt yourself.” I tell her and guide her back onto me. The foreplay early on has me antsy and everything she is doing is making me see stars. As she has essentially given me permission, I grunt as I’m seconds away from exploding. “I’m bout to..” I manage to grumble out before I moan loudly and cum in her mouth only after another minute of her sucking me. She swallows each spurt as it shoots out of me. My head tilts back as my orgasm washes over my body and Emma keeps working me through it. I still have my hand loosely in her hair as I help her off of me and kiss her desperately. She seems shocked that I’m kissing her after I just came in her mouth so I kiss her even more intensely. I can barely taste myself on her tongue and if anything, it turns me on more since she was willing to do that for me. I’m not a spring chicken like I was once, so I’ll need a minute or two if she’s wanting to continue to the main attraction. I don’t want her to feel pressured though so I just lay back and continue kissing her as our hands roam each other’s bodies. I grab a handful of her ass and she whines as she slowly starts rocking herself against me. I push my thigh between her legs and she keens as she involuntarily grinds against it. She’s wet and hot on my thigh and my cock is readying itself to go again. I pull her flush against my thigh and flex my leg muscle and she moans. “Your sweet little body feels perfect against me. That’s right, baby. Grind your sweet little cunt on my thigh. Does that feel good?” I utter against her neck. She exposes her neck to the side to give me more access.

“Mmm hmm..” She hums.

“Tell me what you want, sugar.” I tell her.

“You.”

“Be specific. What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me, Sy.”

“Yeah?”

She nods and I kiss her breathlessly. I turn to hover over her as I lay her on her back.

I reach over towards my nightstand and rummage through looking for a condom before I finally find one.

God, she looks ethereal laying under me. Her hair fanned out across the pillow, big blue doe eyes looking up at me above her. Her breasts rising and falling quickly as she breathes heavily from anticipation of what’s to come. Her sexy little smirk as she sees me taking in her beauty. I try to take a mental picture so that this image stays in my head forever. I watch her slide her delicate fingers slowly down her breasts and belly to her clit and gently circle it as she bites her bottom lip. Little minx knows exactly what she’s doing. I growl and rip the condom packet open with my teeth and pull the rubber out before tossing the foil package on the nightstand. I look down and Emma reaches forward to pump me a few times with her delicate little hands. I grunt and then slide the condom on before reaching down and making sure she’s still ready for me. I immediately slide two fingers in and she moans as I scissor my fingers to gently stretch her out. She’s still so wet and feels incredibly tight and warm.

“Austin, I need you. Now.” She moans as her hands grab onto my biceps.

I lean down and press a dirty, lustful kiss to her mouth before guiding myself to her entrance.

She moans with pleasure as I press the tip of my cock into her weeping hole and begin to slowly inch myself further into her heat.

“Fuck, Emma. You feel so good. So perfect.” I strain to say as I’m halfway inside her.

“Mmm. So big baby.” She replies.

“Am I hurting ya?” I ask just to be sure.

“No, keep going. Feels good. Just go slow and gentle.”

“Alright, just relax. Imma take good care of ya.” She is absurdly tight. I swear it’s like fucking a virgin and if she wasn’t wet there would be no way I could ease in without hurting her. She looked mighty fine being split open on my cock, though. I groan with pleasure when I finally sink all the way into her, my balls tight against her ass. I force myself to stay completely still to give her time to adjust to the intrusion. I lean down and kiss her.

“Jesus, you’re so big. M’all full.” She says breathlessly. I gently rub my hand across her belly where I can see the slight protrusion of my dick inside of her.

“Yeah, ya feel this?” I take her hand and press on her abdomen and she clenches. “That’s me sugar, all the way up here inside of ya.” She purposefully clenches down on me and I groan.

“Move, baby.” She commands and I don’t hesitate. Slowly I pull almost all of the way out of her before gently pushing back in. After a minute or so of gentle, methodical thrusts she wants more.

“Don’t hold back. Fuck me harder, Captain Syverson.” She breathes against my neck and my hips stutter for just a moment at my title before I excitedly pick up the pace. Her arms wrap around my neck as I piston in and out of her and her soft pants of pleasure are right in my ear. I’m going to cum before she does if she keeps that up. I quickly pull out of her and I see a brief moment of worry flash across her face before I flip her over and pull her perfect round ass in the air. I hadn’t given myself the opportunity to look at this sweet ass earlier so I admire it for a moment. I knead her cheeks before smacking the meat of her perky ass. I quickly reinsert myself into her warmth before running my calloused hand down her smooth back and grabbing her hair. I gently pull it towards me which causes Emma to arch her back in the sexiest way.

“Oh fuck yeah!" She cries and I grunt and set a methodical yet satisfying rhythm. I reach down and start rubbing her clit as she turns and looks at me over her shoulder.

“Like watching your Captain while he fucks you hard, Sugar?” I grunt with a smirk and she nods enthusiastically.

“Mmm taking Captain’s cock like a good girl. My good girl.” I rumble and she clamps down even tighter on me which makes me groan. I fuck her like this for a several minutes as she gets closer to her climax before I decide to turn her back over.

I toss her back onto the bed, throw her legs over my shoulders, and push back into her.

“I could feel you squeezing on my cock and I didn’t want to miss watching another orgasm wash across your beautiful face.” I tell her as I pound into her. I stick my thumb into her mouth and she instinctively sucks. I pull my thumb back out and reach down to rub gentle circles on her clit with it as I watch her breast jiggle with each thrust.

“Oh my god. You feel so good inside of me, Cap.” She moans. Her eyes glaze over as she bites her lip and grabs her breasts with her hands gently tweaking her nipples.

“Let go for me, sugar. You’re clenching on me so tight. I’m not far behind you.” I tell her between ragged breathes.

I force my eyes open to watch her as her orgasm course across her body. Her back arches and she lets out a sensual moan as her legs begin to twitch and shake against my shoulders. Her eyes roll back in her head and I watch the goosebumps form across her skin as her nipples are peaked and her chest is flushed. She’s so wet that I can hear the squelching as my balls smack against her ass and then my eyes slam shut when I’m thrust into my own euphoric climax. I slam into her three more times before stilling and filling the condom with my spend. I’m out of breath and covered in sweat as I lean over her but don’t put my weight on her petite body. Emma reaches up and gently scratches the back of my buzzcut as we catch our breaths. After a moment, I pull out of her, tie off the condom and toss it to the waste basket in my bedroom. I dump my body over to the side of her as my breathing regulates and I place my arm protectively across her waist.

Part 5

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[shallowseeker]

Was feeling silly over Sinatra and I wanted to break out one of my Dean and Jack metas by itself. It's from this monstrosity, but I love it so. I'm pulling it out to ponder over today.

//

Dean’s answer to the Harper-coded ideal of perfection:

So, last we left off, Harper was writing dreamily about how she’s gonna find Jack and everything’s gonna be PERFECT.

Which is why it’s so beautiful to me that Dean, who has struggled with some of the same abandonment trauma and overall clinging to his first familial loves out of desperation, is the one to narratively provide a rebuttal to that!

Harper sighs dreamily and picks up her coffee mug of domesticity:

And the scene cuts to Jack, as if he’s right there across from her. (He’s sitting in her empty spaces, hundreds of miles away.)

And Jack is so satisfied. The coffee didn’t taste good to him at the very beginning of the episode. He “couldn’t get it how he liked it.”

Now, it’s very satisfying.

///

Harper and Jack are both satisfied is different ways. Harper, because she left her past behind, and Jack because he’s proved himself as a capable hunter worthy of being brought into the family business. It’s all part of growing up.

They are still thinking about each other and what they learned in meeting each other. Jack is specifically asking Dean about love:

JACK: And that’s, love? DEAN: Eh, actually love can get crazier than that. And it might get crazier with Harper still out there. But, uh, you did good, kid.

In Jack’s family kitchen, we find Dean sitting in the narrative “Harper position,” fielding Jack’s questions about love and providing important guidance.

But Harper’s “mentor” space is sadly empty. She has no one to guide her. Only a stack of books. She gets her ideas about love…from books.

///

As for Jack, Jack leans a little too far into being Righteous here. He says to Dean: “I was right! I should be going on more hunts!”

This reminds us a little bit of Claire Novak, in 11x12 Don’t You Forget About Me:

"I was right!"

///

But Dean?

Dean gently redirects the conversation. Dean doesn’t talk about perfection. It’s not about being right. Or righteous, for that matter.

DEAN: Okay, alright. It’s not about being right. Kay? You’re gonna make mistakes, hell, I make them all the time. But it’s how you handle yourself once you’ve made those mistakes and you’ve learned from them.

Dean’s entire season 8 arc was about accepting the imperfect family: “love, and love.” This is echoed again, just a few episodes later, with AU Michael taunting Dean specifically about Cas’s mistakes:

AU MICHAEL: …he “gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.” Or whatever. But since then, what has he done? Only made mistakes, one after the other.

AU Michael doesn’t grasp the complexity of love and all its imperfections. Real, lasting love allows for mistakes and growth.

Anyway.

Mistakes! (And accepting them! It's an amazing theme!)

And that lands for Jack. He considers the words, assessing, and like how he was with Harper, he gets a Very Good Emotional Read on Dean.

(Unlike Sam, a “brain” character, Jack’s very much a heart character. He’s GOOD at this aspect of humanity. He connects almost effortlessly, even when he’s awkward.)

And especially because he and Dean (and Mary) are built similarly in their emotional cores and neuroses, he figures out exactly what Dean needs to hear, echoing their earlier convo about Michael—

(HERE'S THE CONVO B/T JACK & DEAN, EARLIER IN THE EP:)

JACK: Dean, what happened with Michael, no one blames you. DEAN: Cool, well I blame me, so… /////// JACK: Dean, I need to do something. You don’t understand. I could have killed Michael. Here, when I was strong enough, I could have. But there was so much going on and then everything else happened because I was distracted and stupid and DEAN (angrily): Hey! You didn’t do anything wrong. JACK:  And neither did you! But that doesn’t make it any easier does it?

Jack takes this earlier conversation and echoes it—and reflecting a cheeky, wry sense of comfort…right back at Dean himself.

DEAN: ...it’s how you handle yourself once you’ve made those mistakes and you’ve learned from them. JACK (comically throwing Dean’s own advice back at him): —and how to not beat yourself up over [those mistakes].

Aw.

It hits its mark. ❤️

We get his, “Stop seeing right through me, Kid,” look:

DEAN: You know Jack, you’re pretty smart sometimes. 

Dean tries to hide his smile in his drink.

And Jack knows his words hit, that he’s cheered Dean up. He’s so pleased about it, too! He got ‘im.

They’re, very unfortunately for both of them, very much on the same wavelength with this sort of thing, with their neuroses and emotions, and they know it.

///

(Who's giving who advice here? hehehe. Maybe it's a little give and take. They comfort one another because their hearts are made of the same stuff.)

[yrbladie]

♡ ﾟ˖ ॱ ▎THE WAY THEY HOLD YOU IN THEIR HEART PT3ㅤ𝅄 🌿 ꒱

˖ ࣪ thoma, kaveh, tighnari, zhongli, kazuha

warnings ：maybe a bit out of character in some parts, gn!reader, established relationships, implied marriage and actual marriage mention (zhongli), there may be some repeated words since I'm not a fluent writer, fluff, slight angst (kaveh, zhongli) and mentions of death at the end of zhongli's piece

ㅤThoma is the kindest person you have ever met in your life, one that loves so deeply and wholeheartedly with everything he has. You can trust in his words when he tells you he loves you, when he pushes your hair back and kisses at your temples so lovingly, his smile shining more than the sun itself during summer days in Inazuma.

ㅤAnd everyone knows not to doubt his words when he says that he's thinking about you when he gets distracted, looking at an empty space while doing his cleaning duty around the Kamisato estate.

ㅤAll that is on his mind while away from you are the ways he can treat you better than the day before. What he can cook for dinner or what would you like for a gift next time.

ㅤFalling in love with him felt natural, just as breathing was, it was the easiest thing to do and you never once feared to tell him about it. It was like two pieces made to be side by side in the giant puzzle everyone called life.

ㅤYou know that even with all the wrong things that can happen, you both will still fall into each other's arms again, and that in the depths of your hearts, love will always flow, like the gentlestest or rivers.

ㅤEven when life is full of imperfections, like a mirror that is always full of dust particles no matter how hard you try to clean, when you can't feel satisfied with how things are, when you're tired and at your worst and life doesn't feel the same, where words can cut, intentionally or not, and when you are filled with guilt and regret, you know Thoma will still hold your hand.

ㅤHe understands every single little change in your expression, and the specific ways your eyes shift and change. And he'll still love you through it all, just as a mountain can withstand the forces of the wind, rain and waves, he'll be loyal and stand with you through it all.

ㅤIt is a kind of love that can't be described with no other word than unconditional. The type of love that brings peace.

ㅤ It's the type of love that one day makes you sit and wonder about how time has passed so quickly, how years have already gone by and none of you noticed. With every matching smile, each holiday spent together, each family member you introduced to him, and how the Kamisato siblings treat you like family. The hugs that fit perfectly, the laughter that never ends, the dogs and cats you both adopted together.

ㅤYou know things haven't always been perfect all the time, and you both will keep making mistakes, but you also love the mistakes altogether, when you and Thoma learn together how to do better, when you both learn to apologize.

ㅤYou will stand by his side, just as he stood by yours, you will praise him each time he manages to convince a specifically stubborn salesman, and when he stands by the Kamisato family side.

ㅤAnd you'll love him even more when he does the same to you. He'll never allow your worth to be determined by anyone else other than yourself. And if you don't see yourself worthy, he's willing to give you his eyes, if only you could see yourself the way he sees you, maybe you would love what you see in the mirror one day too.

ㅤAnd if that is too much, then that's okay too, Thoma will just keep telling you every single day about how much he loves you.

ㅤThere is no reason to thank him, he doesn't need anything glamorous, just tell him that you love him too, for that your love is more than enough.

ㅤYou have always known that Kaveh isn't someone that easily accepts love and care without constantly trying to repay back. You know by the way every time you do something for him, his eyes seem to hold some kind of guilt and he tries twice as hard to please you for the entire day.

ㅤAt first, you would simply tell him that you did everything because you loved him and there was no reason for him to repay you in any manner, although that didn't really had any effect on his behavior and Kaveh kept going above and beyond to make you happy.

ㅤOf course you appreciated his gifts and his love for you, he was trying so hard after all. But you didn't wish for anything that cost his mental health. You could very well see how tired he seemed every time you went to visit, before he quickly put on his usual smile for you.

ㅤTo see the way he was treated and the way his work would go underappreciated made you seethe in anger. It was like a stab in your own heart when you found him in the tavern drinking his tears away after a specially rough and long day.

ㅤOn one of these days, after he was sober once again, you sat by his side. You sat while Kaveh told you everything about his parents, about his mother that was now happy far away from him, and about his father, who had left too early.

ㅤAll you could tell him was "It must have been hard for you".

ㅤYou hugged him while he cried in your arms that day, staining your clothes with his tears, but you didn't mind it at all.

ㅤFor the first time in a while, instead of feeling sorry for him and pitying him, or telling him that at least his mother was still alive and that he should be more grateful, someone finally saw through his sweet smiles and gazed upon the abyss he felt in his chest.

ㅤYou knew that no words would ever be enough to fill that void completely, but at least you could be by his side while he did the same for you.

ㅤWith you he finally felt worthy of love and care. Kaveh had no need to prove himself worthy of your love. And now, instead of filling you with gifts and praise out of desperation to keep you by his side, he did those out of gratitude. That you stayed beside him.

ㅤHe knows it'll be hard, but he hopes to one day be able to show you that your care truly helped him change to something better. In your perpetual presence he felt stronger and more capable than ever.

ㅤAnd you would tell him constantly, "We are worthy of love not because of the things we are good at, but because we are precious living beings. Even if you don't reach the perfection that the world demands, your mere existence already has value and is worthy of love", and Kaveh felt like for the first time he could understand that.

ㅤKaveh knew you both had your differences. You, a writer, and he a painter. But you both compliment each other well, through the sights you wrote about and the stories he painted. In the way you looked at his paintings with amazement in your eyes and the way he read your stories with excitement.

ㅤAl Haitham too was more than tired to hear you both talk about each other's works, words filled with compliments. You were more alike than the two of you thought.

ㅤThe ephemerality of life that Kaveh learned as a child was a great lesson, and forgetting that was a mistake he would never make again, now he would always hold your hand and have confidence in this love, no matter how much time it takes away from his schedule or how much it hurts sometimes.

ㅤYou were the truth he found beyond the ephemerality, the North to the compass that points to the meaning of life. And he would never lose that again.

ㅤTighnari was the sweet kind of lover that whenever he can't attend something you both had planned together, he apologizes by sending you a bouquet of flowers he picked himself beforehand.

ㅤHe was also very keen on the fact that it takes two to put in work for a relationship to prosper. So the both of you would always have a special dinner night, with all your favorite snacks where the two of you could discuss anything that you felt was not working out, or that made you feel stressed over the week. Concerning the relationship or not, everything mattered and nothing would be considered ridiculous.

ㅤIt was something he himself had come up with one day, when you both were stressed and almost snapped at each other for something that he knew afterwards would feel so silly. Because he didn't want to lose you so easily like that, for something that could be solved with a conversation.

ㅤThat was the way he showed he truly cared.

ㅤAnd none of you were chasing for something when you found each other. It was simply like two pieces finally falling into place, like finding something that you didn't even know you had wanted all this time.

ㅤYou both were like two individual pieces that compliment each other very well, although you were already very much completed without each other. It was the kind of old love you thought only existed between old couples in theater pieces, the kind that had already been together for years.

ㅤLife was still a bit sweeter with him, and you wondered if it was okay the way things were. If it was common that your heart, instead of racing at the sight of him, calmed down. And instead of not being able to see anything but him, he was like the finishing bit to a beautiful canvas that made up the scenery.

ㅤHe wasn't the calm to the storm, but your lighthouse during it, the one that slowly guided you to a safe space until the storm passed on its own.

ㅤLoving calmly like that felt out of place, but also perfectly fitting. Tighnari encouraged you to be your best self just as much as you encouraged him to feel his best.

ㅤMost of all, it hadn't been love at first sight, like many hoped and expected, it was slow with the building of trust, it was peaceful, kind and patient. It was in the balance the two of you found together that love had blossomed.

ㅤFor Tighnari it felt that it was much of a cliché to say he loved how your smile was special and that you were you unique in the ordinary, and that he trusted you with his life. But as mundane as loving could be, he knew that finding you was like a cosmic event. One in a million, billion, trillion.

ㅤThe simplest of things that made love persevere, with no 'what-ifs' or pressure to be together, without thinking twice, no comparisons and not asking for anything in return. Just pure, unshakable conviction that this relationship was worth everything.

ㅤIt was much like that, in the quiet moments where all the two of you could hear was each other's breathing, that Tighnari loved you the deepest.

ㅤZhongli's love showed in the way he listened to everything you talked about like you were the only one in the entire world, and looked into your eyes like his soul was trying to communicate with yours, and in way the two of you danced together like it was your last day in this reality.

ㅤ It's by the little things Zhongli knows he'll love you. The warmth of the sun on your shared bed, your kindness to strangers, watching the leaves and the birds singing together, watching the peaceful waves on the dock, in the way your cheeks blush when he puts a flower behind your ear or the way you always point to random clouds that look like animals. Also the way you can never stop talking about your favorite book, and the days that are too good to be true and the nights you wish would last forever.

ㅤIt's just the little things that make his lonely heart realize that these things were always far more important than anything else. That your simple presence could say a thousand words in silence.

ㅤZhongli is the type of person that will whisper to you during the nights where you both spend awake, reading books together, that he loves you more than anything, that he loves you more than yesterday and that you are the starting point of his heart every morning. And you know that he means every single word he mutters to your skin like a promise.

ㅤThese promises he makes, about forever loving you, the vows he speaks about often, that he'll always respect all your wishes, and the contract you both signed on the day you got married to always be at each other's side, during not only the good and happy times but also the hard and sorrowful ones.

ㅤZhongli will always put you at the top of his list, no matter what. Your birthday, and every single other day of importance to both of you is engraved in his mind and he'll make time out of his schedule to be present on every single one of them.

ㅤWhen Hu Tao jokingly calls him a fool for you, his only reply is a quiet "Perhaps I am indeed a fool", while gently smiling. For you, it didn't matter.

ㅤLove had always seemed so ephemeral in his eyes, easily slipping out of his hands and heart. But it was on this fragility that he found eternity. Like an aurora that was quick to pass, but the beauty still lingered after it was gone.

ㅤZhongli knew with his everything, that even if the denouement of this story the two of you created arrived quicker than expected, he would never forget the euphoria he felt while being at your side and he would forever be grateful.

ㅤHe was yours until your last breath, and even after that a piece of his heart would always belong to you. He hopes that at the end of the labyrinth, he can hear the lullaby of your laughter again and be able to share another life together.

ㅤEven if the melancholy of loss overtook him once again, Zhongli knew that remembering your smile would forever clear the path.

ㅤAnd in the stars, he would be able to see your eyes once more.

ㅤKazuha is a traveler who cherishes the untamed embrace of the wind. His heart finding solace in the freedom of endless horizons. When he met you, whose spirit mirrored the wild dance of the breeze he was simply enamored.

ㅤThe poetry your existence brought to him, and the way your laughter seemed to echo like the breeze, and the way your eyes shone with such depth that he hadn't seen in any of his travels.

ㅤAt first Kazuha had hesitated to linger, the weight of attachment was a heavy one. Yet, with each shared sunset and whispered secrets, a subtle warmth grew within him, and he discovered a new kind of freedom in your presence.

ㅤAs seasons changed, so did his perspective. You became his anchor, a haven in the storm of uncertainties. He found joy not only in the gusts that tousled his hair but also in the quiet moments shared within the walls of a home. Though he had lost much along his journey, your love became a constant, a beacon of unwavering hope.

ㅤThrough tales of yesteryears and dreams woven together, Kazuha learned that love could be both liberating and grounding. In your eyes, he found a promise that transcended the ephemeral nature of his travels. With you by his side, he realized that the freedom he sought wasn't just in the vast landscapes but also in the intimate spaces where two hearts beat as one.

ㅤAnd each time Kazuha saw you from afar, waiting for him in the port, holding an umbrella. It was like he had finally found the purpose in his life. It was a feeling that made his chest warm up, and on his tongue stories and poetry about you were created.

ㅤEvery time he came back after an especially long journey, he showed you his notebook, filled with haikus about you. Words filled with wonder about his travels but with every sighting that reminded him of your smile and the way the winds called him back to you.

ㅤHe realized that everything he wanted was already within arms length and there was nothing else he could wish for.

ㅤKazuha would love you by the way you laid by his side on the grass, complaining about the dirt but still loving the sight of the stars. In the way you would softly sing to him in response to his whistling. And especially the way that you always encouraged him to go see the sights of the world, until there was nothing else to see anymore. Because you trusted him to always come back.

ㅤHe loved the way you giggled to his cheeky side and would entertain him, going along to whatever plan he had in his sleeve this time.

ㅤWhether you're wandering the world like him or not, know that he would go beyond the impossible to reach you, to be with you and to feel the warmth of your love.

ㅤAnd one day when he grows tired of his travels, know that he'll always go back to you, for one last time, and finally settle down with you, wherever you choose, and he'll never leave again. His presence will be unwavering, much like his love has always been.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ《☆》

- don't copy or plagiarize, all the content here belongs to me ♡

[kaoskuantico]

In case someone hasn’t seen Act III yet, ARCANE ACT III SPOILERS

Mirroring my previous post about things I hated about Season 2 (click), here's another list with the things I LIKED

The art, animation, soundtrack...I think we can all agree Arcane created a before and after in the Animation industry and artists all over the world (although I only liked Ashes and Blood, Isha's song and Remember Me. The rest are a bit meh for me)

Jinx realizing she can be a good person when she met Isha. And she almost realized she doesn't have to choose between Powder and Jinx personas, she's both.

Sevika bonding with Jinx, both of them mourning Silco and getting to work together. Jinx making a whole new arm for her, basically.

Vi realizing Jinx has good in her when she saw how Jinx treated Isha.

Ekko stopping Jinx from killing herself five times and being patient with her.

I don't like Timebomb, but the dance scene being at 4 fps representing Ekko's ability to rewind time 4 seconds was on top.

Ekko not even hesitating to find the way back home, choosing to leave this perfect life and timeline behind.

The pianist who went to the war. He wasn't made for this, but he chose to be there.

Loris leaving Vi when she pushed him away. Loris tried to help her, but she refused it, so he had to leave for his own good.

That Jinx's follower who first touched her shoulder in prison, dying just like that during the attack. I liked how they showed people were dying without it being spectacular, they're just gone.

Vi trusting in Jinx when Vander/Warwick found them in the mines and was berserk. Vi chose to hug him instead of fighting, as she has always done with every conflict.

Jinx's first action when she found out Vander is alive being to look for her sister and find him together, not wanting to commit the same mistake.

Jinx being unable to shoot Vi when she had the opportunity to do so, in Act I.

Sevika ignoring the original plan and protecting both Jinx and Isha.

The Jinx vs Vi fight from Act I, they weren't trying, at least not as hard as Sevika and Cait. Vi had Jinx at her mercy a few times but didn't kill her, and in the second half of the fight, Jinx basically only slaps her face.

Jinx and Vi's interaction in Act II. It felt refreshing, seeing them 'fight' in a much lighter tone.

Jayce telling Viktor there's beauty in imperfections, that he admired him. It contrasts with Viktor's desire to make everything perfect (but including Viktor's terminal disease was weird).

Viktor and Jayce meeting in every timeline, Jayce being Viktor's salvation.

Viktor saying that trying to heal Warwick was a risk worth taking.

Isha seeing Jinx beyond the Powder/Jinx dichotomy and being the one to bring that happy nature from her (I loved Jinx acting as commentator just to make it fun for Isha).

Jinx being OFFENDED because an enforcer insulted her pants.

Jinx using her new mechanical finger (with a face painted on it) to give the middle finger to the enforcer who hit on her.

Sevika knowing how much Isha meant for Jinx, and Sevika not making fun of her when Jinx had another hallucination (after months of not having them). Sevika looked concerned.

Jinx protecting Caitlyn in Act II (although Cait never did something similar for her).

Mel's story centered on her family and not any romance.

Jinx's skills with her gun and her enhanced abilities thanks to the shimmer. She's so cool with her gun and managed to stay on her feet against Warwick at the beginning.

Jinx writing her name on her cheek just like Vi did (and it's funnier because Jinx did it by following the image in the mirror).

The voice acting. Especially Ella Purnell (Jinx's voice actress). They're all perfect for the roles, and Ella's raspy voice is the cherry on top.

Powder in the other timeline still having the hallucinations but showing she became Jinx because of her environment. She's much healthier and se's a genius in both timelines, it's her environment which decides if she'll use it to create weapons or to have a fun science competition.

In Act II, when Jinx and Sevika go to save Isha and the others, when the Enforcer they want to use to get arrested and taken to Stillwater: I liked how she relaxed once she saw Jinx, not firing at her immediately and even...Having a normal conversation with her

The designs. They made Vi SO MUCH BETTER. And I absolutely love Jinx's design as well, they're so perfect

When they were fighting in the mines and Jinx slaps Vi's cheek, the cave glows. And then they start fighting pathetically on the floor like actual sisters and the cave glows at the rhythm of their hits xd

I'll keep updating the list for a few days.

[darth-jess]

To the Anti-Jedi/Pro-Anakin Crowd

Pt. 3 of It's Okay to Love the Jedi and Anakin at the Same Time

(See my other posts –> It's Okay to Love Anakin and the Jedi at the Same Time, and To the Anti-Anakin/Pro-Jedi Crowd)

The Jedi Order (regardless of whether you ascribe to Canon or Legends) is an incredibly beautiful religious order that survived for thousands of years with a philosophy of compassion and understanding, as well as a dedication to preserving life and protecting those who could not protect themselves.

When you think about who Anakin is at his core– someone who very literally risks his own life to help others with no thought of reward as a nine year old boy– he easily embodies what it means to be a Jedi, and Qui-Gon recognizes this.

For me personally, it doesn't make sense to love Anakin and hate the Jedi Order, because Anakin truly loved being a Jedi. And the only thing more important to him than being a Jedi was being with Padmé.

We pro-Anakin people can discuss all we want about how the Jedi wronged Anakin, but it will never change the fact that being a Jedi was his calling and he loved it. It was his passion. He felt like he was truly doing good as a Jedi. Which is why Padmé never asked (and never would have asked) Anakin to leave. She knew how much it meant to him, she understood the purpose it gave him.

We also cannot ignore the fact that the Jedi Order is not perfectly represented by its members. Just as we cannot pick out one single person from any religion and say, "All people from that religion are like this" we also cannot pick out one (or even a few) Jedi and say the same.

I think a lot of people are overly critical of the Jedi Order because there were many Jedi who were not perfect Jedi. Yet this is a bit of a ridiculous standard to hold anyone to. Every single Jedi, Master Yoda included, was often tested by their circumstances and sometimes they failed.

Even the very best do not always succeed.

Yet, the failings of the Jedi Order in the Prequels are not due to a flawed core ideology, they are due to the mistakes of good people with good intentions, under the intense pressure of war and the manipulations of a Sith Lord.

What it means to be a Jedi is an ideal that no one will ever fully embody. Because ideals, while perfect in conception, are interpreted and played out by imperfect people– because everyone is flawed, no one is perfect, it's a fact of existence. Jedi like Yoda and Qui-Gon are a few of the (many) Jedi who do a wonderful (if imperfect) job of embodying the Jedi Ideal. But then you have Jedi like Ki-Adi Mundi (at least in Legends) who is so emotionally distant he seems less compassionate and more cold.

I firmly believe it is unfair to judge the entire philosophy of the Jedi Order by its members who do a poor job of embodying the Jedi Ideal, or even on the mistakes better Jedi make.

The Jedi Order is not some cult that forces people into it– parents can decide whether or not to give up their child to the Jedi, and that child can choose to leave at any time.

Even in the Revenge of the Sith novelization, Anakin decides he's going to leave the Jedi Order when he finds out Padmé is pregnant. He could have left the Jedi Order at any time before that, he could have lived happily with his rich wife. But when Anakin makes this decision, he is not running from the Jedi, he is running toward his family.

If he could have remained a Jedi and had a family with Padmé, he absolutely would have.

Anakin truly believed in being a Jedi. He made it a part of who he was as a person, and even though he broke the Jedi code of conduct on multiple occasions, he still believed in it. It's why in the Revenge of the Sith novelization he feels so awful about the way he killed Dooku– he understood it was wrong, and not the Jedi way, and he doesn't feel good about it.

Nearing the end of the Clone Wars, Anakin may have lost faith in (at least some of) the decisions of the Jedi Council, but Anakin doesn't ever lose faith in the Jedi as a whole– until he's given no other choice, when Mace Windu is about to kill Palpatine.

(See my post –> Was Mace Windu About to Defeat Sidious? and my post –> Anakin's Breaking Point where I use quotes from the ROTS novelization and the movie to discuss Palpatine's terrifying manipulation of Anakin and the battle in the Chancellor's Office.)

The only reason he betrays the Jedi is because he believes it is the only way to save Padmé, and this is made abundantly clear in the Revenge of the Sith novelization. He doesn't hate the Jedi, but he cannot imagine living without Padmé.

Even when Anakin says, "From my point of view, the Jedi are evil!" in Revenge of the Sith, it's more because the Jedi are standing in his way. The Jedi would not make him a Jedi Master– and he didn't really care about the rank, it was more that he wanted to read the secret texts in the Jedi Archives that only Jedi Masters could read to find a way to save Padmé. And then, Palpatine will not teach him how to save Padmé until the Jedi are destroyed.

In conclusion to this three post series, the Jedi Order wronged Anakin in so many ways, and we can't overlook that. But it was less due to Jedi philosophy, and more due to Jedi politics and the interpretations of certain Jedi at the time.

Also, Anakin wasn't brainwashed by the Jedi– he regularly disobeyed the Council and carved out his own path. And yet, being a Jedi was still very meaningful to Anakin and we can't overlook that either.

I realize I'm probably leaving stuff out, but this post was getting too long. If you have any problems or concerns, feel free to send me an ask about it!

[oldhalloweentape]

🧨 Vinny Santorini (Atlantis) x (gn) reader🌹

(Kid Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request here! Howdy hey!! Been a bit since I last did something for this man, real glad someone asked for him <3333)

- Alright so, when it comes to children he’s very hit or miss, like sometimes succeeding in keeping a child happy and safe with him—

- And the other times that kid is frighteningly close to an ignited fuse to a firework that makes Satan’s Baby look just like a baby.

- I don’t think it’d be much of a difference if said the child was his, though he’d definitely exercise caution.

- In general, I think he’s a great father, a father that knows how to lay the law but also has fun— Pranks the kid with harmless crap as soon as they are old enough to comprehend what a prank is.

- He adores his kid greatly and isn’t too lenient with them, knowing well that kids can and will take a mile of you give an inch far too often.

- A part of him still knows how to be a kid, to have that kind of joy in life that is palpable when he does something he loves wholeheartedly, and he hopes that his kids share that same energy, especially in his presence.

- I think he can be an enabler at times, like, there’s no doubt in my mind his kid would have that talent for demolition and the sorts.

- No one can tell me he wouldn’t somehow make a little version of himself and be elated by that fact.

- Regardless of gender, that kid is well loved and cared for, he doesn’t have it in him to not be as rough around the edges as he can be, he’s a genuinely good person who cares deeply for the people who have a part in his life.

- His child BECOMES his world when they’re born, he holds the memory of holding them for the first time close to his chest with an insane amount of love, as cheesy and cliche as that is.

- Much like any other parent he does get frustrated with his child’s antics, little kids do such stupid things and I think even before he has a kid he knows it all too well being the eldest child of his family.

- That and he too was a stupid kid back then… Even before the fireworks incident, I think he was a very impulsive kid who got into trouble after being cooped up in the family business.

- I think when the kids are still little he establishes himself as a good dad, though when that kid starts growing up it’s hard for him to grapple with because that’s their stage of discovering themselves and being less dependent on him.

- He has his imperfections when it comes to parenting— But who doesn’t?? He’s the type to learn and fix his mistakes after some stubbornness with a kind of courage that can let his kid rely on him as a father when they realize they are as mature as they let on.

- He’s tough on them when it is warranted, as chaotic as he may be, he’s become well acquainted with what is acceptable and what isn’t with trial and error, and not wanting that for his kid he promptly teaches them consistently till it sticks.

- Though I think he’d bail them out if they ever did get in trouble with the law when they’re still a kid, especially when he’s just so wealthy after the expedition… Though he of course makes them repay that bail money through hard work among other things…

- They’re probably on their own if they do it when they’re older. As much as he loves his kid, he ain’t about that if it’s coming from his fully grown child.

- Has his tough love moments, but it isn’t thinly veiled abuse or anything, thinks consistently smacking kids is pretty counterintuitive— Might give them a light smack upside the head when they do something progressively dumb as shit after he warns them over and over again about what they’re doing is wrong.

- Again he’s not about that but he does spoil his kid with fantastic foods, clothing, etc— He’s as present as can be as the owner thriving a string of flower shops maintained by various members of his family.

- Talking about his family, his family definitely dotes on his kid, in general, that child is having a great childhood with many benefits.

(If you think this was hastily written at like 2am, you’d be very correct in that assumption— I just had to write for this guy after what feels like months of nothing @ayothepizzahere4)

[tryingtimi]

Author Ask Tag

Thank you so much for the tag @aalinaaaaaa, and @tc-doherty ! Love these tags.

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

I’m really bad at determining a lesson, so most of the times I just… don’t, lol. I write because I have stories I want to tell, and although the characters learn valuable lessons, I don’t approach the story with a clear one I want to “teach” with it. I hope people take away something from it, but more like their own interpretations than my ideals and values.

But, if I squint, maybe Sasin’s lesson can be that you can’t be your best self for someone else. Which comes from a a relfection of some of my, the author’s, personal experiences. As all stories do imo. And a reason why I would choose it (if I could choose it instead of just putting it in instinctively, and unkowingly first) is because I hope people can resonate with it, and have an impact on their life even if a tiny one. Realise something about themselves and find solace in it or motivate them to grow.

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

Mostly Korean mythology, shamanism, the Roaring Twenties, martial art movies/series/books and real-life mafia documentaries/ fictional gang wars and family sagas (prime example: Peaky Blinders). Although the ‘20s thing is just for the aesthetic and to establish the level of technological advancements (i.e.: no phones, no computers, lots of smoking, drinking and glitter and pompousness).

I basically combied everything I ever loved and was intrigued by since I was 12.

Plus I was always drawn to the brutal world of underworld workings where honour and “you have my word” still seemed to mean something. Where there was a kind of unspoken code they followed, yet they themselves weren’t heroes, nor necessarily good for anyone. Casual violance also attracted me as well, as being a naturally withdrawn, careful person in a fairly conservative enviroment who always longed to shout and punch her anger out rather than repressing it. It is in a sense a self-fulfillment fantasy, although none of the characters are similar to me lmfao.

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness or help the reader grow as a person?

Liahn’s basic motivator is to perfect: others, her clan, the world and most harshly, herself. Nothing is good enough, nothing is just enough. She confronts everything and everyone to make her clan better. She firmly believes that mistakes equal failures. And failures are the warmbeds of incompetency. So she does everything to prove that notion wrong, and tries to fight her mother to change the clan, to make it better, safer, more just. She strives to perfect (reform) the system, make it so her people are not forced to risk their lives just to have a say in the clan’s future. In their future. Family bonds and romantic love are also key elements because Liahn’s idea of perfection does not include feelings. She may love her siblings, or the girl of her life, but she would never let herself admit it. She can’t. She’d die for them, and she want to reform for them, but she would rather sacrifice herself for the greater good than confront feelings. Feelings that cloud decisions and make every picture disordered, imperfect.

So, I mostly want to inspire people by her to soften their grip on the idea of perfection. To let themselves feel, and make mistakes without killing their own soul bit by bit. Be a little more gentle on themselves. To prove that perfection is found in imperfection. And that true harmony comes, when they can face that.

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

I have only a rough estimation, but around 30.

5. Is it fan fiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original content, althought it started as a fanfiction to my friend lmao. And I’m almost certain I won’t want to publish this. Maybe somewhere online one day, when other stuffs are finished. We’ll see. But I mostly write this to have something finally finished, so as the first book I will complete, I wouldn’t truly be comfortable sharing it with a big audience yet. Keeping it to myself and friends for now. (Trying to write it for myself haha)

6. When did you start writing?

The very first version of this story was created in 2021, which is wild. I got to 19 chapters before I completely re-plotted and re-outlined it, lol. Plus when I decided to not continue it as a fanfic. It also sat in the backburner for 2-3 years, before I picked it up again. Since then I re-plotted it again a few times, although not to the extent when I first did it. It’s in a fairly alright state right now, and I intend to write the whole thing through.

7. Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

Write what you love, and write it because you love it. That’s the only single reason that matters and what I re-discover time after time. We all fall into the traps of the desire to please others, to listen to every external little voice and let ours hide in the back corner, quiet and forgotten. But it’s there, waiting for us to listen again. So sharpen your ears, and let it emerge. Listen to yourself, and let yourself love what you create. You can worry about what others will think, marketablity, wodcount, publishing, or simply just the accuracy of the content later. Have fun. Put all the silly weird shit in it. Go wild. Just do it and love it.

The talented, lovely bunch I follow, and aware that are writeblr (no pressure tagging, plus an open invitation for anyone who want to join): @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @barbex, @the-void-writes, @cee-grice, @did-i-do-this-write, @wildswrites, @indigowriting, @erensattacktitancock, @odysseywritings, @sodaliteskullwrites, @the-letterbox-archives, @thegoddesswater, @goldfinchwrites, @mthollowell-writes, @thewritingcoroner, @ryns-ramblings, @you-are-my-neverland, @astarlightmonbebe, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @mjparkerwriting, @asher-writes, @dyrewrites, @jgmartin, @inkingfireplace, @kainablue, @withlovelunette, @jadefyre, @muddshadow, @1legitconnor, @dogmomwrites, @italiangothicwriteblr, @jessica-writes22, @depressedenglishmajor, @magefaery, @moonscribbler, @circa-specturgia, @aohendo, @bebewrites, @maguayans, @keyboardandquill, @daughter-of-inklings, @friendlyneighborhood-writer, @author-a-holmes, @approximately20blorbos, @wip-nook, @kjscottwrites, @missryorinechan, @sleepyowlwrites

[kiisuuumii]

as we say goodbye to another year:

there is much to think about; if there has ever been a year where i could remember much more than just a fourth or a third of it, it would be this year.

the twelve tarot cards i had pulled this time last year to represent the twelve months of 2024 were, for the most part, accurate.

i had taken more risks and had made more impulsive decisions this year than ever before.

i had met people who became mainstays, and people who showed me just how short my limits were, and people who pushed me to, and beyond, those limits, and people who i could have really fallen in love with if only the timing had been right, and a person who i think i will be in love with forever.

i had spent more time traveling, more time with friends, more time sharing experiences.

i had said yes more.

i had said why not more.

and i had made more mistakes, fallen to my knees more, been rejected by lovers and magazines more, avoided more difficult situations, avoided more difficult feelings.

i had been beaten down, sliced open, and bruised in more new ways this year than ever before.

yet i can't wait to do it all over again.

i can't wait to pull more tarot cards, to take more risks, to meet more people, to do more traveling, to share more experiences.

i can't wait to face more consequences, more difficult situations, more decisions, more feelings.

i can't wait to say yes and why not more.

i can't wait to grow more, just as i couldn't wait to grow more when i began this year.

and i anticipate that, just like this year, there will be moments and periods of time where i will not feel like myself, where i will find myself again on the floor of my dark bathroom, where i will ask the universe again why did this happen, where i will wish it did not; and i anticipate that, despite my strength's fragility and although things will weigh heavy on my heart, i will not regret any of what happens, just like this year.

i anticipate i will be brought even closer to myself, just like this year.

i would like to thank everyone again for being here, with me. i would like to apologize again to everyone who isn't.

although she is still a messy, thrown-together patchwork of edges that have yet to be tidied and hemmed, i wouldn't be who i am today had it not been for you, reader, touching my life, entering this little bubble of my world, no matter how much or how little. i have learned things about myself that i otherwise would not have, had it not been for you. thank you for entering my life, thank you for leaving, thank you for insisting to stay, thank you for staying, even if all you are is in the periphery. i hope that i have been just as influential on how you exist in this world as you have been on how i exist in this world.

and i hope that you, too, can find memories from this past year to look back on fondly and without regret. i hope you can see how far you have come in so little time.

i have my own hopes and dreams and aspirations for this next year, but i know it'll turn out to be only just another year. there will be good days, and there will be bad days. even still, i hope 2025 is a year of abundance in all things---money, friendship, family, career, love---for you, and that it is a year of intuition, clarity, and recognition, of the lessons presented to you, of the ways in which you must still grow, of the ways in which you are perfectly imperfect just as you are. 2025 will be just another year; it may be bad, it may become worse, but it will make pockets of time and space where it is good, and so very good.

i'm wishing you, reader, authenticity and healthiness and wellness and a surplus of love as we cross into the new year.

i hope fate continues to keep us bound together with its red string.

i hope you are brought closer to yourself.