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cursedvida · 7 months ago
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I’m kinda tired of saying this but hating on mae under reasons like “she betrayed Noa”, “she was ungrateful”, “she was selfish” blablabla is just a bunch of shit. Women on fiction can (and should) have their own agenda besides male lead’s ones. They’re not in the story for being a main male’s cheerleaders and yeah, they don’t owe a male anything. In Mae’s case she had a mission and that mission was literally her whole reason to fight in a very fucked-up world for her so even if Noa was a good guy she wasn’t gonna change all her values in two days just for him. And yeah, if your only reason to hate Mae is the fact that she wasn’t the perfect good girl companion for a male lead, your problem is not with her, is with your internalized misogyny.
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bamsara · 2 months ago
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Can we hear the rambles that Happybunnykat's post/reblog string created in you?
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Narinder was imprisoned for 1000+ years, there is no way in hell that cat has proper social skills, and I want to make that known in my writing that he's horrific at communication and picking up cues as well as articulating and processing his needs and feelings, while also showing a slow development over time.
Narinder is Not Great at reassurance, he's not going to be perfectly 'dont worry, im here for you, everything is gonna be alright'
But he does try
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Two examples only. So many times in Trod is Narinder in a position where as a friend he should have comforted and reassured the Lamb (and others), but the way he goes about it is less than ideal. He can be callus, an attempt is made but it's not perfect, and sometimes makes it worse.
Narinder struggles with this type of social interaction that it took the Lamb giving him a talisman and telling him to leave if he wasn't happy, to swallow his pride and look for help to learn how to communicate better
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While Narinder does try to downplay the Lamb's importance to him during the conversation with Ratau, there is no denying that him of all people, asking for help...and to apologize of all things, is huge.
When he does apologize, it's still not perfect. It's a harvest ritual with a promise to lend his other half of the power to the Lamb. He doesn't acknowledge what he's done outside of that (we arent there in the development yet) but there is a persistant change from this point forwards.
Another example is the most recent chapter literally titled 'The Winds of Change'.
Narinder isolates himself after every conflict, either running away or pushing away the other.
See: After Leshy's and Heket's rival, Narinder disappears for days avoiding the Lamb, and after Heket's arrival, he starts an argument in the field that results in the Lamb avoiding him. No one wins in either of these.
In the most recent chapter 'Winds of Change', Narinder is learning that the feeling of isolation, and pushing the Lamb away, is not a good feeling.
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He is, of course, a jerk about it, but at this point in the story Narinder has developed to the point where his mindset is 'i actually don't like it when we both walk away from the fight with the fear that we'll abandon each other and i would prefer having an uncomfortable conversation and keeping you in my life rather than repeat the same habits that almost kicked you out of it'
He's not going to verbalize that just yet, but we'll get there eventually.
There are several instances in Trod where Narinder does something and has an 'oh shit' moment but I'd be writing for hours if I made a list of them.
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scentedpeachlandcreator · 6 months ago
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Guide for manifesting weight loss:
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So an Anon asked me to make this and here it is, it will help others too.
As we all know that we often struggle with achieving our weight goal,doing workout,keeping a strict diet and eating healthy etc...
All of this was created by man, a man-made creation like Times, Machines, names, studies, science and many more.
And of course this was all coming from the imagination.
But i'm here to tell you that nothing is set in stone, your beliefs/assumption are the true fact.
Don't do things that you don't want to, just for you to loss weight ,because some non loa-believe people told you to.
Do whatever you want! Cause you make the rules and you control your own reality.
And you should be grateful that you discovered loa out of BILLIONS OF PEOPLE that are living miserably, believing that they should work hard to have what they want, following society rules.
Knowing your true power:
You need to understand that you are what we call God ,an Infinite being that could do anything without limitation.
You Can be whoever you want, get anything you want and more, even manifest the most illogical things, and this all because you're a consciousness that Can decide whoever version of themselves is gonna be.
But does God need to follow the rules? Does god need to do method? Does god need to do challenge? NO!! ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOUR MIND TELLS YOU TO, HELL! EVEN YOU CAN CREATE YOUR OWN RULES AND METHOD.
YOU ➜ God (imagination) ➜ create your own rules and method and Can manifest anything you want into your reality.
You Can be a model, having that pretty face, being a billionaire, living in that penthouse, having a yacht, fancy car, being with your handsome/pretty SP, having that perfect body. Having superpowers, having a little fairy, having a Magic portal in your room and swimming in money and MANY MORE.
All of that with what? Without even Lifting a single little finger, everything you ever wanted already EXIST, there's many versions of yourself with your desires, and with just that pretty powerful mind of yours.
Understanding the Law:
The law of assumption indicate that whatever you assume to be true will Harden into fact with persistence.
Manifesting your desires into the physical reality just requires you to change your inner self so that the outer World will follow.
The 3d is a mirror ➜ changing your self (4d) ➜ persisting ➜ the 3d will reflect your 4d ➜ yay! You have your desires in the physical reality.
It is very simple and easy.
All of this just needs discipline and having faith in yourself and your true power as a god.
Now the important part of this post.
How to manifest weight loss while ignoring the 3d:
We do know that manifesting weight loss might seem difficult for the most of us.
While you're manifesting and there's the people that surround you Always ALWAYS complaining and pointing about your appearance, your weight and that might get you very pissed off and angry.
I am myself suffering from this, my parents Always pointing at my appearance,saying that i look fat (and that not true they are just exaggerating things, my Friends told me that i have a beautiful body but i hide it with over-sized clothes cause i'm insecure), and they force me to go workout when i don't want to (cause obviously i hate sport and socializing) and which caused a HUGE ARGUMENTS with them, and i Lost it (cause i have anger issues) but they didn't listen they told me it for my own good🙄 my ass, so i had no choice but to listen to them but i'm DONE FOLLOWING SOCIETY RULES AND BELIEFS.
So yeah i'm not listening to anybody but my personal beliefs cause i'm the only one who knows the truth, the cheat code to life.
you Can eat whatever you want and with the belief that you won't gain a single weight and it's will become a fact.
Your beliefs and assumption matters and don't listen to anybody.
Okay so now you might wonder how to manifest weight loss while interacting with the 3d every single day and it very simple:
➜ firstly choose what desired weight or body you want to manifest.
➜ secondly knows that you do already have it in imagination and creation is finished, you're already that version of yourself that is skinny or muscular.
➜ thirdly you need to keep persisting no matter what the 3d tells you cause that will make the subconscious really believes you're that desired version of yourself.
➜ and lastly dismiss the 3d, if the people surrounding you keep pointing at your appearance just ignore them and affirm in your head that you already have your desired weight or body and knows that the 3d will change.
You really need to throw Logic in the trash , Logic won't get you anywhere but imagination will.
"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." Albert Einstein.
"Logic will take you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere" Albert Einstein.
"You believe in God? Believe also in your imagination" Neville Goddard.
You want to have that perfect body? Yes you Can, you want to have that Chinese standard Body? Yes you Can! You want to be muscular and lean? Yeah you definitely Can.
Just pick and choose, fulfilling yourself in your imagination and accepting it as fact and the 3d will follow.
Seriously it is really simple, just don't overcomplicate it.
Just have faith and trust in yourself and you'll definitely do it.
I don't want anybody sending me Ask in my Inbox After this post.
Go apply and you'll definitely thank me for it. (Read this one)
I advice you to read these post they're really Amazing and it will surely make it click for you:
This, and this, this and this, this one, and this one, this, this, this, this,this one, and this, this last one.
And lastly you're the only one that Can change your reality, no one Can do it for you, you're already a master manifestor and void master and you're on the pedestal.
You were meant to change your life and live in happiness and wealth.
_ Xoxo, Eli
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ceceisbeingsilly · 1 month ago
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ok hi i never post but i need to rant about ms caitlyn kiramman.
so im going to start off with, yes i am a caitlyn defender. (SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SEASON 2!)
i hate seeing how shes constantly hated on for her actions and yet a lot of those actions stemmed from ambessa feeding her the ideas, using caitlyn's hatred for jinx. caitlyn was also never allowed to properly grieve over the death of her mother either which also plays a huge factor in her choices and her mental state.
notice the line: "she inked poison in you ear and you just ate it"
her reaction wasnt defensive, it was more of a "i know what i did and it eats me up inside" which means a lot of her decisions she made across the past months shes been commander she hasnt been proud of or regrets entirely.
and now here is my analysis/rant:
episodes 5 + 6 of act 2:
when we see her interrogate singed, sure she did most of it, but ambessa was the one who asked about vander (warwick) and how to track him. yes, caitlyn was mad. she lost a lot of her guards and was probably mad knowing jinx was connected to it somehow.
but episode 6 is where i REALLY wanna dig in. when they arrive at the village, caitlyn's facial expressions made me cringe HARD. she looked uncomfortable and unsure. her face really says it all in this season, her eyes kept flickering, like she was nervous. nervous, uncomfortable, and unsure about what you ask? im not that sure. her feelings about zaun and storming somewhere where there is finally peace to find warwick could be the reason, but im not entirely sure.
then her interaction with vi: "she folded at cupcake" no i think she folded knowing that beast was vi's father AND/OR she folded seeing how vi has changed so much, clearly worried. telling vi the plan, betraying ambessa, finally doing something she felt was right for the girl she loves without... AMBESSA BREATHING DOWN HER NECK! i noticed that whenever we see caitlyn make most of her not so great decisions, its with ambessa or at the influence of ambessa.
you can also hear how harsher she gets when she walks into ambessa's tent, telling her they found vi. afterwards, knowing what happened and the plan and whatever, her whole harshness could've been a facade to convince ambessa the entire time she was commander. to convince ambessa how so? to convince her she was right for the role.
episode 8 of act 2:
okay. i am going to try really hard here. vi and caitlyn's argument really made me emotional. both of them were clearly mad, vi mad at caitlyn for doing what she did, and caitlyn at herself. going back to the line above, "she inked poison in your ear and you just ate it." caitlyn throwing the boat and her "i know" broke my heart. she knows what she did, and clearly isnt proud of it. i already said what i wanted to say above about this sooo...
the sesbian lex scene... im just gonna keep this short n sweet. if caitlyn didnt care about her and vi's relationship, SHE WOULDNT HAVE MENTIONED SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE ELSE! just saying...
episode 9...
i have nothing for this episode like analysis wise but i love vi and caitlyn. every relationship has its ups and downs, and i think their relationship had a huge down but like what silco said to ekko in the au, you have to learn to forgive.
updated words n edits/summary?:
im not saying what caitlyn did wasnt bad, it was bad trust me. it made me cringe most of the time rewatching. but i feel a lot of people think it was her and her alone making those decisions when ambessa was right there. ambessa used a lot of "we will do this" or "how do we do this" referring to caitlyn. like "we will avenge your mother" in episode 3 (if im wrong correct me please) or "how do we find this beast". im done now, caitlyn isnt perfect and her actions were a bit... yikes. but now my take on why she did it and how she feels about it is out there and for people to take into consideration if they want too :)
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i may delete this later. (edited at 5:01 am because i wrote this at like 9 pm and reread it now realizing i forgot some points)
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amaywe · 5 months ago
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My Thoughts On MHA Ending and Bakudeku
*MHA SPOILERS AHEAD*
This post is mainly gonna be me rambling but I wanted to get it out of my head before it consumes me whole. I cannot believe the ending we got. For multiple reasons. Deku being a teacher, Shigarki never being redeemed, but, most shockingly of all to me, the near complete victory Bakudeku shippers got---let me explain. For YEARS the main argument against Bakudeku was that Uraka/Deku was endgame and that, despite how much people shipped Bakudeku, it would NEVER be real. But then. But then, Hirokoshi didn't make Uraka/Deku cannon. Correct me if I'm wrong (please actually do if I am I kinda speed-read the last chapters in a haze) but Uraka and Deku were never confirmed to be dating. They were never confirmed to have dated. They were never confirmed to even have expressed feelings to each other and they sure as hell were never confirmed to have kissed---looking back on it, I don't know if ANYBODY kissed in the MHA manga, but, thats besides the point---Deku and Uraka were never confirmed to have been romantically involved. Which, just, blew my mind when I read that. Not because I was a super huge Uraka/Deku shipper but because I thought it was destined. Deku is the main male character, Uraka the main female one, and with hints at their relationship from the start that's just how super popular, mainstream stories go. Just like Aang and Katara from ATLA, but NOPE. Even more, he made Toga/Uraka cannon?!?! I'll be honest when I first saw Hirokoshi hinting at them being sexual towards one another I thought it was just fanservice and him being a creepy dude sexualizing lesbians (which I mean...he is doing) but their is WAY too much plot relevance and WAY too much actual romance for it to not be considered a real relationship. Both of them had unrequited feelings for Deku that they bonded over and formed an intense, but ultimately kinda beautiful relationship about. Hell, the last time Uraka and Deku interact in the manga it's just Deku comforting her about Toga dying. And yeah, you can argue their relationship grew with Uraka making that speech at UA and both of them being similar in their ultimate pursuit to save people, but, I feel like Toga/Uraka really throws a wrench in the whole possibility of their relationship. To me Uraka loving Toga felt like she was her moving on from Deku. So, already Bakudeku shippers have gained a major victory with the ambiguity of Uraka/Deku, but now it times to talk about the relationship of Bakudeku itself. Listen. I'm not really Bakudeku shipper. I never really read the manga for ANY ships, I was mainly just interested in the OFA/AFO lore. But. I have fucking eyes. And holy shit do they see a lot. You know the meme where its like "If you've been rivals for more than seven years you're no longer rivals, you're just gay?" Yeah. Yeah. Bakugo's redemption arc, him nearly dying several times to save Deku, him calling Deku "Izuku", him calling himself "Kacchan", Bakugo CONSTANTLY talking about "catching up to" Izuku, thinking about him and Dekus shared love for All Might while he dies, and, most damning of all I think, him crying because Deku lost his quirk and they "Can't be rivals forever/a while anymore" and then laughing with him bittersweetly. Like, holy shit. And then, the epilogue (which, I do have issues with the epilogue but that's besides the point) he mainly funded a, most likely very expensive super-suit, so Deku could be a hero again and they could continue being rivals. Like...????? Jesus christ dude. Like I don't know maybe I have gay glasses glued to my eyes but I don't know how else to read this. But, the argument I'm trying to make isn't that Bakudeku is cannon, or that their soulmates, my argument is that Bakudeku shippers have essentially won. Bakugo and Deku being friends and eternal rivals with neither of them having any canonical female love interests to Bakudeku shippers, who were shipping these two when they really shouldn't have, is victory. The ending of MHA is essentially victory for Bakudeku shippers. And that is WAY closer than I EVER thought Bakudeku shippers would get.
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the-moon-will-mourn · 4 months ago
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now i haven't finished the dream thieves yet (i'm like,,, 7 chapters away from finishing) and i think this may contain spoilers???? but i'm not too sure yet. i'm basically gonna word vomit. i'm sorry for not using any quotes, i wish i could but i only have the ebook version and a very limited storage space on my phone where i can only have ~two books downloaded
like a normal person, i enjoy listening to video essays, see what creators want to explain to their audience and leave with a certain view, try to come to my own arguments about certain points in the videos, see if i can apply some points to other aspects of my life etc etc. (this was the type of shi that helped me with my eng lit essays rip i miss alevels) and like a normal british citizen i looked up stuff about classism in the uk. in the end, i found a video essay about classism in general and how the ultra rich try to mimic being poor to get away from their hard issues that comes with being rich (which, frankly, is probably a lot less compared to someone who is working class).
recently, i was talking to my friend about specifics in the book about certain characters and i remember we went onto the convo of making music playlists for the characters. they said "it's gonna be hard for adam [...] cuz his whole thing is about being unknowable" and it always struck me with how unknowable he truly is when reading his character because his character is intrinsically linked to his working class background. (context: i'm a middle class child of immigrants who built themselves in the uk)
it's very clear the kind of social commentary stiefvater wanted to make using adam's character with how isolating and alienating it can be coming from a working class background trying to assimilate yourself into a society of those protected and privileged enough to not have any problems with accessing opportunities. how class is a huge obstacle between interpersonal relationships and feeling safe enough to be vulnerable with your issues with being working class. how difference in class can cause one-sided shame because of the meritocratic society we're living in. how, no matter how much money you earn or how many connections you can make, your attachment to your working class identity can be enough reason to aim for something supernaturally larger than yourself.
it's evident that other characters overlook adam's social class because he's a "self-made man" (or smth) and mainly because he's their friend: adam. however, when we get a chapter in his pov, class is a driving factor in how he interacts and views everyone. we can see the privilege gansey and ronan have for being able to not even consider class as an intimidating aspect about themselves to a normal person, but it's everything to adam in the sense that he feels like his earned money doesn't give him access to a similar respect.
now that i truly think about it, it was a good idea for adam not to join them in monmouth manufacturing because it just feels like they're... mocking him in an indirect way? they have the ability to choose to live in a nice place and instead chose to live in a random, run-down building because it seemed aesthetic. adam was forced to live in a rundown trailer because that's all they could have afforded. i know gansey had good intentions for wanting adam to join them, but everything that he likes as an aesthetic (monmouth manufacturing, the run-down camaro, eating mint leaves instead of gum) can seem like he's flaunting the fact he can choose that lifestyle without any consequences.
back to the point of the meritocratic society (which we usually assume in books that take place in a similar world as our own) creating shame because of their class: the assumption that because someone has worked hard to earn what they have gives them a right to be proud. but this is the opposite for adam as he fights with the fact that he could have maybe be seen as even more equal to gansey if he had just been born with wealth.
we can frame it as, maybe, despite gansey's desire to appear working class, it only broadens the distance between him and adam. it only worsens adam's difficult relationship with his class shame despite probably wanting to be more relatable or even laid-back.
when reading the second book after his sacrifice, i was confused as to why adam was so un-adam-like. i mean, in the first book i didn't really understand him because of his huge insistance that his class makes him inherently inferior to everyone he surrounds himself with and i don't see class as an issue myself.
however, his sacrifice basically was watering the seed of ambition that was planted when he decided to aim for aglionby. it becamse clearer to me how much this opportunity to be superior, even if it's supernatural and terrifying, is important for him understanding in what he thinks he lacks. by those thoughts of what he lacks, he thought that this chance to be cabeswater's channel could be a way to compensate for his inferior social class. or something.
anyways, thank you for coming to my ted talk. this is not proofread, and my sister keeps nagging at me to shower. also i simp for gansey do not think this is me trying mischaracterising him i'm just trying to understand the theme of class in this series and having gansey as a figure to compare to is literally integral.
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zeroducks-2 · 1 month ago
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2/16/20/22/25 violence ask game GO
Help I realized now how many are there lmfao alright here we go
2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom
Actually I don't really have it? I mean I do have a preference when it comes to blorbo roles in bed but it's not that strict. I don't think Dick would ever top WITH SLADE though, and my compelling argument is that he prefers bottoming and Slade wouldn't fucking let him top lmao
But then again this IS the choose violence ask game, so I am gonna choose violence:
I'm fed the fuck up with the whole "if you have strict sex roles for your blorbos you are a reactionary fascist enforcer of gender stereotypes whatever, or anyway the heteronormative society brainwashed you, especially if the 'shorter man bottoms' and the 'bigger man tops'". Like shut the trap man. First of all cause my sexual preferences are not up for political scrutiny because they are just that - sexual preferences when it comes to fiction - and second because this is the exact kind of piece of shit virtue signaling antis do, injecting moral and political bullshit in what people do for harmless fun in their free time. And third because acting like in real life people didn't have strict preferences for topping or bottoming makes me think you never interacted with real life people.
Like yeah lots of folks are versatile in bed. There are also lots of folks who are strictly tops, and lots of folks who are strictly bottoms. Go out and talk to people, you will find out incredible things I promise.
16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)
The whole "batfamily" being a happy wholesome family with all of them being supportive loving siblings UwU and living all together in Wayne Manor each one with their cute little personalized room that Alfred cleans every morning after breakfast. These folks do not communicate with each other and have never lived together. They lack the basics foundation to be a big happy family. Yes they love each other, yes some of them are closer to each other than others, and yes there are moments of tenderness, but why the hell would anyone push this Hamtaro-esque "everyone lives in a wholesome house of happiness🌻✨" bs is completely beyond me.
It makes no sense and it's just so utterly divorced from the actual state of canon, and from just everything that defines these characters as individuals and as a group.
20. part of canon you found tedious or boring
Well the DC canon is so vast there's actually lots of canon I found boring. I guess when it comes to blorbos, I was not able to stomach the entirety of the Ric Grayson storyline. Like honestly it was most of all boring as fuck.
22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores
EOBARD BEING IN LOVE WITH BARRY.
25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
"You guys don't write about/draw/create meta about female characters because you're sexist"
I've explained why this is utter bullshit many times but to be honest, with DC it is especially annoying. There is a HUGE fandom for female DC characters, even for those that have not appeared officially in comics for more than a decade. DC has some of the most beloved, celebrated (and famous!) female characters IN THE WORLD (Batgirl, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Catwoman, Harley Quinn), and if there aren't decent titles dedicated to them you need to blame DC, not the fans. Also sometimes there are decent titles with their fanbase of art and fanfics and metas, and yall complaining just because you're addicted to virtue signaling.
"Ah but Zero! I like X female character that appeared a total of 10 times 25 years ago, and all I can find are Jason Todd fanarts!" Let me stop you right there my friend, and ask you whose fault is it that X female character hasn't appeared in 25 years, which means no one fucking knows who she is so they don't draw fanarts and write fanfictions. DC comics executives, or the fandom? You think I'm happy that post reboot they acted like Cassandra and Stephanie didn't even exist? You think I'm happy that Barbara's struggle and journey to learn to live with her disability and become the backbone of the superhero society was thrown in the trash? You think I'm happy that Pat Trayce is relegated to ONE ridiculous cameo in Deathstroke 2016? Or that no one has seen Jenni Ognats since the fucking 90s? IS ALL OF THIS THE FANDOM'S FAULT, OR DCs' ??? (I'm done)
AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE PEOPLE WHO GO "bUt zErO iT'S miSogynisTiC to bReaK uP a HeT CaNoN shiP to pUSh tHe faNoN gAy cOUpLe" You don't belong in fandom and you clearly have no idea how it works. And if you DO know how it works, you're either a psyop or a hardcore homophobe, or both, and you don't belong in fandom and you should fuck off faster than light. (okay I am actually done now)
Ask game here!
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afewproblems · 28 days ago
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Difficult Days - Part Seven
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six or Read on AO3
The day that Henry waltzes back into Shawn’s life starts out normal enough. 
It’s a Tuesday. The sun is out, the local smoothie place on the corner of 118th has finally brought back its mango tango tropical blend --containing absolutely mouth tingling amounts of pineapple, and Gus even manages to get the cute smoothie girls number while they wait for their drinks. 
“You hear about Pluto? That's messed up,” Gus says, leaning against the counter as he hands her a ten. Her head tilts slightly, eyebrow raised, her sharp green eyes sweep over Gus as a smile blooms over her freckled face. 
Oh shit, she's going to eat him alive.
“I hadn't, you'll have to tell me sometime,” the cashier says with a wink that pulls a strangled laugh out of his best friend.
They leave with their drinks, Gus's cup adorned with a sharpie phone number and a smiley face across the plastic. The bounce in Gus’s step makes Shawn grin as he watches him read the number again and again.
“Can an area code be cute?” Gus asks as they turn down the street to the department, passing uniformed officers leaving for patrol.
“Depends on the number of eights, also fours, very sexy numbers Gus,” Shawn says sagely, fighting to keep his face neutral as Gus glares openly at him.
“Please,” Gus huffs as they climb the stone steps up to the precinct, “you are just jealous that my Pluto line pulled”.
One of the rookies, officer Miller? Mayer? Some kind of M name, Shawn thinks as the officer stops to hold the door for the pair of them to enter the building. 
The rookie flashes Shawn a smile as he waves them in and Shawn can't help but smile back. Maybe Gus wouldn't be the only one getting a number today.
“It was bound to happen Gus,” Shawn insists as they turn down the hall towards the bullpen, “the intersection of women that are single, into astrology, and a little crazy is small but you were eventually gonna find it buddy”.
Gus sputters around the straw of his smoothie, “there is a huge difference between astrology and astronomy Shawn--”
“Are we talking horoscopes?” Juliet asks with a curious smile as she falls into step beside them, carrying a file folder and a mug of coffee in the other hand as they make their way to the desks. Shawn grins as Gus swallows nervously. 
He likes Juliet.
She's sincere and chipper but there's an edge to her that Shawn can't quite pinpoint where the line is. It also helps that she has enough patience to balance out her partner who has not been subtle about his distaste for Shawn.
Plus, Gus is completely smitten with her.
Juliet is probably the only woman who has laughed at, objectively, every single one of Gus's jokes since they started working together --which is a feat in and of itself. Shawn watches as Gus lifts his hand to rub at the back of his neck, stammering through the account of his interaction at the smoothie place with the counter girl.
Shawn sees the way Juliet deflates slightly, her eyes darting between Gus and the number on the smoothie cup. He shakes his head at the open display of pining. 
It would almost be amusing if Shawn didn't have to hear about how amazing, and funny, and cute, and scary Juliet is every other night from Gus and why someone like her could never go for someone like him --which is bullshit.
Anyone would be lucky to have someone like Gus on their team, and Shawn will champion that argument until the day he dies. 
Besides, if he isn't mistaken, Juliet agrees with his sentiment.
“It just seems so disrespectful to remove its status as a planet after all this time,” Gus sighs, trailing off from his planetary rant.
Juliet nods, “not just to Pluto but to all of us that had to repeat ‘Men Very Easily Make Jugs Serve Useful Needs, Perhaps,’ and not have all the boys in class giggle at the word ‘Jugs’”.
“You get it,” Gus exclaims, elbowing Shawn as he tries in vain to stifle a snicker.
It's not Shawn’s fault that ‘Jugs’ is comedy gold, he doesn't make the rules.
Shawn lets his attention wander from the pair slightly, taking in the neat stacks of paperwork on Juliet’s and Lassiter’s desks, wondering just what cases he might be able to snoop on in preparation for his psychic showcase later, and speaking of the Head Detective it’s a little odd that he isn't in yet. 
Shawn looks at the clock on the wall, it’s nearly 9:30, well past when good ol’ Lassie normally arrives. 
“Boy this place hasn't changed a bit”.
Shawn stills as he registers the voice from across the bullpen.
Oh no.
No, no, no, he's been so fucking careful.
“How long are you sticking around for Detective?” Lassiter's voice floats across the space behind them, “I can show you the new evidence room if you have time?” 
Shawn slowly turns, holding his breath, to see Lassiter walking and talking, hitching his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the evidence room, with Henry Spencer.
Fuck.
Henry looks very nearly the same, maybe a little thinner than he was the day he left Shawn at the station, definitely more grey and less hair than there had been. The collar on his polo is warped slightly, as though it had been left to air dry on a rack, and the brown leather shoes he's wearing are dull, scuffed at the sides. 
The Henry Spencer who diligently ironed his clothes and shined his shoes every day has seemingly evaporated in the last ten years, replaced with some laid-back facsimile.
Shawn had heard that Henry had retired from Gus, who had heard it from his mother, around the same time that he was supposed to have left Santa Barbara.
Shawn looks closer, taking in the same cool blue eyes, piercing and sharp as he surveys the precinct. 
His dad must just miss his old haunt, the station that was his second home for nearly forty years, that has to be it. 
Henry isn't here for Shawn, he can't be.
But…there was that god damn article he and Gus were mentioned in after the McCallum case. 
Shit.
Shawn closes his eyes and breathes in to try and slow the icy panic sliding up his spine, like he's been dropped off the edge of the pier in January.
He stills again as Henry responds to the Detective, clapping him on the arm with a relaxed grin.
“Nah, I'm in and out Lassiter, just checking in with the old guard on our poker night, you know how it is”. 
Shawn slowly ducks himself behind Gus, as Henry shifts his stance to the Chief's closed office door.
He hasn't seen Henry since that awful night ten years ago, and the thought of seeing his dad here now, of being exposed as a fraud, a liar, a--
Shawn shuts his eyes, and shakes his head as though to erase the thought.
He doesn't need Henry ruining this for him, not when things are finally, finally working for once. He needs to get out of here.
“Gus,” Shawn hisses sharply, interrupting his friend mid sentence, he tucks his head further down, keeping himself angled away from where Henry and Lassiter are still talking. 
Palling around like old chums, god of course they are. Why wouldn't Henry love someone like Lassiter, the complete opposite end of the spectrum where Shawn is concerned. 
“Shawn what?” Gus tries but Shawn flaps both hands out, cutting him off again. 
Juliet frowns at the display, though there is a hint of concern in her gaze as her eyes follow the direction from which he is obviously hiding, landing on Lassiter who is still chatting with his dad.
Everything feels off balance, like he missed a step on the stairs but then the rest of them have given way to let him drop.
“Gus, Henry is here and I need to not be,” Shawn says lowly, “I need a distraction or a miracle, preferably both if you can swing it”.
“Shawn--”
“What kind of distraction?”
Juliet and Gus say at the same time and, hell yes, Shawn knew he liked her for a reason.
“And with zero rehearsal? I am so proud of you two,” Shawn whispers to them, ignoring the way his heart is threatening to jack hammer its way out of his chest.
He clears his throat roughly, swallowing once, “I just need something big enough to get me into the kitchen without being seen?” 
“On it,” Juliet affirms, taking a step towards her desk to drop off the file from one hand, while the coffee cup remains in the other.
She takes a small step away before pausing and turning back to the pair of them, “hold on, this isn't for anything illegal or to do with a case is it?” she asks warily, glancing between Shawn and Gus.
“No,” Gus and Shawn say at the same time.
Juliet nods once and takes off towards Lassiter and Henry with long determined strides.
“Wow,” Gus sighs, hearts in his eyes and Shawn shakes his head at the sight.
God these two.
He breathes out, long and slow, before startling slightly at the commotion behind them. Shawn hazards a glance at Juliet to find her profusely apologizing to Henry for the large brown coffee stain all over his polo while Lassiter watches with a stunned expression on his rapidly reddening face. 
Ho-ly shit, if Gus doesn't lock this girl down, Shawn might have to. They'll have a summer wedding, Shawn thinks a little hysterically as he takes the opportunity to bolt, speed walking to the department kitchen, Gus hot on his heels.
They round the corner out of the bullpen and head down the hall towards the staff kitchen, nearly crashing into Buzz on their way through the narrow door.
“Sorry man,” Gus winces as Buzz just manages to stop coffee from flowing over the side of the cup in his hand as he makes way for them.
“All good, is Shawn okay?” Buzz asks, concern in his voice and expression as he peers back into the kitchen.
Shawn says nothing, biting the inside of his cheek until he tastes copper on his tongue. He breathes out again, long and slow, before taking a short sharp breath in, just like Mrs. Guster taught him. 
“He's fine,” Gus says quickly, “I could smell the fresh pot from the pen so we wanted to jump on that before anyone else”.
Buzz tilts his head at Gus quizzically, “oh that stuff’s old actually, probably from the shift change I think”.
“And that's what…you're drinking?” Gus says slowly, staring at the young officer who beams at the pair of them.
“I know it's not everyone's taste but I love the last cup,” Buzz smiles before taking a long sip from the chipped mug in his hand, “not too hot, plenty bitter and strong, it's great.”
Shawn breathes out a laugh this time as his heart rate finally begins to slow to a more normal pace.
“We'll take your word for it,” Shawn says, rubbing his hand through his hair before reaching for the electric kettle next to the empty coffee pot. It's full of water still, and based on the fresh droplets on the counter, someone filled it recently.
“Glad you're okay Shawn, you'll have to head back soon, apparently we have a visitor that Detective Lassiter is showing around--”
“Thanks Buzz, we'll try,” Gus interrupts smoothly, he's smiling but it's just a little too wide.
Shawn flicks the switch on for the kettle and turns to slump against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.
Buzz shrugs and gives them a little salute with his mug before turning on his heel to head back to his desk. 
Gus waits a beat before whirling around to Shawn, eyes wide, “why the hell is Henry here?” 
“Why do dolphins tease pufferfish Gus?”
“Because they like to get high?”
“Because they do whatever the hell they want and how should I know how a dolphin thinks,” Shawn bites out as the kettle bubbles and spits behind him.
“I thought he moved away,” Shawn says eventually, chewing on the corner of his lip, “guess he came back”.
Gus grimaces, peeking around the corner of the kitchen for a moment before turning back to Shawn.
“Make me a cup too,” he sighs, reaching a hand up to pinch into his eyes, “you're gonna owe Juliet big time for this, I don't think I've ever seen Lassiter turn that shade of red before”.
“Hey, he should be grateful she spilled on the right asshole,” Shawn mutters as the kettle clicks off automatically. He turns around and reaches for the overhead cupboards to grab two mugs from the shelf.
“Well, your vocabulary hasn't changed much, has it kid?”
Shawn nearly drops both mugs at the sound of his father's voice behind him and the quiet curse Gus blurts out.
Shawn doesn't turn around, keeping his shoulders level as he sets the mugs down and reaches for a random box of tea bags on the counter, looks like Gus will have to settle for green tea this time as much as he hates it. 
“You’d be surprised,” Shawn manages after a long beat of strained silence.
Henry hums, “What, you're not gonna say hello to your old man?”
Shawn bristles, hating the way he can feel his ears begin to heat. He grips the counter to halt the furious tremor in one hand while the other crushes a still wrapped tea bag.
“Detective Spencer did you find--”
Oh good. Lassie is here now too, Shawn thinks viciously.
“I know where the kitchen is Lassiter,” Henry sighs, “I did work here after all”.
“Mr. Spencer,” Gus says, cutting through the strange tension that has begun to spread through the little kitchen, “it's been a while”.
“Burton, yeah it has, how's your mother?”
“My mother?” Gus repeats, confusion in his voice, “she's uh, she's great--”
“I'll bet,” Henry interrupts, “she's certainly something your mother, definitely had a lot to say to me over the years, that's for sure”.
Shawn falters slightly, has Henry been keeping tabs on him this whole time though Mrs. Guster? 
He swallows roughly, still facing the cupboard. Shawn tries to unclench his fist but it won't budge, the paper around the teabag has grown damp now from the sweat on his hand and he can feel the cheap ink from the label rubbing into his palm.
Lassiter clears his throat awkwardly, “uh, Detective, Sargent Bart is ready if you still wanted to meet”.
Henry sighs behind him, Shawn can hear the shift in his stance as he turns back to Gus.
“Well, at least one of you is polite, but you always were a good kid Burton”.
Shawn feels his hackles raise at the same time Lassiter clears his throat again.
“Fine,” Henry says in a clipped, disappointed voice, “Shawn, if you want to talk, you know where to find me”. 
Shawn hears Henry walk away, his shoes scuffing against the floor heading further and further down the hall, and let's his head slowly fall until it connects with the cupboard. 
He lifts his head, just enough to drop it again, connecting with the cupboard door with a muffled thunk before he straightens up, shakes out his shoulders and finally drops the unusable teabag on the counter.
“Guster, what's got your partner so worked up, is being confronted with a real detective just that upsetting?” Lassiter asks as Shawn finally turns around. 
He's still standing next to Gus, his blue eyes tracing over Shawn as though scanning him, smirking slightly.
“Upsetting?” Shawn laughs, but it sounds fake, hollow, “Lassie, Lassie, Lassie, I'm touched you think I'm capable of that kind of emotional intelligence, it’s, well, it's an honour Detective”.
Gus sighs, shaking his head, crossing his arms over his chest as Lassiter rolls his eyes with a huff.
“Then what the hell is your problem, he's your dad isn't he?
“Lassiter--” Gus tries but Shawn beats him to it.
“You really don't remember huh?” Shawn says incredulously, “the first night we met?”
Lassiter tilts his head, blue eyes narrow as he stares at Shawn, “the first? Spencer, that was a few weeks ago?”
Right. 
Shawn had been pretty certain that the Detective didn't remember being there the night Shawn was arrested, and this just confirmed the theory.
He's pretty sure Vick remembers just based on the look in her eyes when she reminded Shawn she had no problem with booking him if he were lying about the psychic thing, she'd processed him before and would do it again to protect the department.
But, it looks like she hasn’t said much of anything to the other Detectives, not about Henry dropping him off or the call he had made to the Gusters while standing behind him, most certainly eavesdropping.
Which should be a relief.
It's not like he’s enthusiastic about people knowing the details of that awful night.
A brief flash of Lassiter’s expression, pained and sympathetic, as he walks up to Shawn in the hallway to ask if he's okay, flashes once before dissipating.
It's…it's good he doesn't remember. 
He doesn't need Lassiter looking at him with anything other than irritation or anger in his very, very, blue eyes--
No. 
That is one thought he'd rather not examine too closely --especially not now with Lassie standing in front of him with his annoyingly observant glare.
Shawn sighs sharply, lifting his hand to pinch his nose before dropping it limply at his side.
“You know what, why don't you run along Lassie, I'm sure there's a boy stuck in a well somewhere that would love your help”. 
Lassiter blinks once, twice, Shawn can see the cogs turning in his head as he moves away from the counter, making his way past the Detective. 
It's the same jab he'd used over ten years ago.
Why the fuck did he say that? 
Shawn halts as he feels Lassiter grab his arm loosely at the elbow, but doesn't turn around.
“Better yet,” Shawn says loudly, the words come out smoothly but at a higher pitch than normal, and Shawn can feel both Gus and Lassiter staring at him.
“Shawn--” Gus tries but Shawn starts moving, pulling his arm from Lassiter's hand with a quick tug.
“You could continue sniffing around Henry,” Shawn calls over his shoulder, “he never wanted a pet when I was growing up but I think he'll just love you”.
He moves a little quicker down the hallway before veering right into another hall.
There are footsteps behind Shawn keeping pace. He steals a quick glance behind him, breathing out a bark of laughter as he meets Gus's harried glare.
“I can't believe you,” Gus hisses as they speed walk their way to the start of the row of individual offices, “I can't believe he didn't murder you right then and there, it's not like you wouldn't have deserved it”.
“I resent that baseless accusation,” Shawn huffs as he continues walking.
“You called him a dog twice--”
“That's the third time technically,” he admits lightly, ignoring the way Gus curses under his breath as they finally reach the foyer.
“Gus, it's fine, we'll leave it for a few days, let Lassie cool down,” Shawn huffs as they pass several uniformed officers heading back into the station.
Maybe if they wait long enough what he had inadvertently let slip to Lassiter will have blown over and Henry will have gotten the hint that Shawn has no interest in speaking to him.
“We wait till they call us, ya know?” He says as they push open the heavy entrance door and the hot afternoon sun hits their faces.
“I'm sure it's already forgotten by now”.
Tag List: @adaed5 @drakkywolf @newgrangespirals @riverofrainbows @steddierthings @eriquin @newgrangespirals
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soulprompts · 6 months ago
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Ahh, welcome back! I always get so excited to see you on my dash again! How about this for a request: kidfics! I want to write some domestic fluff involving OTP original kiddos, but I can't figure out how to go about it. Help me out? Thank you!
oh man i love this already! i'm gonna be presumptuous as all hell and assume you mean prompts in a more of a "starting off point" sense, but honestly, i'm a sucker for some domestics, so i may make some prompts in the roleplay sense in a while!
first of all, i love domestic stuff in general. and i write a multi myself with a tonne of original characters who are adopted by another OC of mine, so i have a tonne of drabbles and scenes, and one of my absolute faves is when the kids are trying to buy gifts for their parents. in reality this is obviously a very stressful thing, but in a writing context, i love it! mainly because you can play around with the concept of which child knows which parent the best, or the dynamics between the OTP, or the dynamics between the kids. "mom loves cooking, right?" "no, dad loves cooking, mom cooks out of obligation." or "i can't think of anything... dad likes sleeping... right? maybe a new pillow?" "...how sad is it that i think that's the best idea ever?" like the options are very open and easy to work with!
alternatively, if you want the parents involved more, maybe a family day out? a road trip is definitely one of my faves for that option, snacks, music, pit stops, destination, "are we there yet?" like you really have a lot of stuff there! bonus if the car breaks down. bonus bonus if they start bickering in the backseat. (again, reality vs. fiction plays a huge role here!)
another way to lean with this is maybe the siblings are trying to solve a mystery within the family. a strange phone call, a weird note, something off in the calendar. definitely plays more with the thinking of both siblings, whether they're logical or emotional, how they confront challenges, teamwork, all that fun stuff. maybe the mystery is boring as hell, but it gets amped up because of something else that's happening. a bad report card, a family argument, something negative that automatically skews the natural logic surrounding this mystery event and leads the siblings to making outlandish risks and decisions to resolve it.
aaaaand one more because it feels better to give four suggestions than three: you mentioned these are OTP kids, so maybe there's another kid on the way? the other suggestions all involve much more active storylines, but this one could go either way. the idea of the siblings doing homework or playing video games and just idly discussing baby names and favorite siblings and "will they be more like parent A or B?" and casual discussions of how to interact with the new sibling, like you could even have the parents cooking dinner in the background and dropping in a few bits of information to go with the discussion, yk? a more chill, laid-back, ordinary domestic event.
anyway i hope these are what you were looking for! i hope you have lots of fun writing the fics!
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louisisalarrie · 8 months ago
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How can there be a bbg ending? Like Louis just says ‘oh btw he’s not mine’
if u are a PR member from Louis’ team, please listen carefully, because there are a couple of ways to end it, and I will be expecting my pay check asap thank youuuuuu.
Simon Jones, or whoever you may be, welcome to the show!
(these are the sad endings where we feel bad for Louis and boost his image to the gp as a good guy):
1. fight ending in paternity test (a number of different arguments could be used for this) and then bam turns out B has been using him for money like her ex said she would do to Louis and slept with multiple people around that time. Now, you may be thinking “oh but L has publicly treated this kid like his own and he’s a nice guy surely he’d still want to be in this kid’s life” and Louis would make a statement like “if F wants me to be there still as a person in his life I will be but that’s up to him. Please respect their privacy” but we never end up seeing any more photos of them etc., so it’s essentially over. Oldest trick in the book. He’ll come out looking squeaky clean. I kinda think that’s why they didn’t do a paternity test sooner. It’s the last trick up their sleeve to end it when they were ready.
2. Louis is like “I’ve known for a while he’s not mine, but I didn’t want to announce to the world because I still care about him and it would cause a fiasco for him and B from the fans, but B and I think it’s time and I am going to take a step back from his life to not put him in the spotlight any further. Pls respect their privacy” so he looks like he’s lied for a little bit, but “known for a while” would be post AOTV, and he was just worried about his kid dealing with the media and fans and the onslaught that would bring. What a good and caring guy who’s looking out for a kid that’s not even his! Wow.
Those are just 2 that come to the top of my head. There would need to be further planning and more detail, but you get the gist. Those 2 remove his paternity completely. NOW these theories also heavily depend on the way larry wanna come out. Is it gonna be a shock tell all? Because in that case, the above doesn’t matter. Or is it going to be coming out separately and then getting together? Is it going to be coming out together and saying it’s a new thing and they “reconnected”? Well, that I don’t know. But the two above still confirm that Louis is, or was, into women and didn’t, or still doesn’t, define himself as gay. So that’s also a spanner in the works which again, I don’t entirely know the identity he aligns with, but I lean towards gay over ever being bi etc. because of his interactions with women.
So if we want to look at ways where he looks like the good guy (also not sad in a club but I guess maybe a bit??) and entirely remove him from ever being near a vagina, this is my main one:
1. Louis was a surrogate for B at the time as she is a close friend and was in a space to have a baby and he was happy to do it because he loves kids and wanted one of his own but he’s gay so he can’t, so it worked out well. The media took things out of perspective and blew it up into something different than what it was, but they ran with it because he wasn’t ready to come out. And wow… what a generous and loving guy! He loves that kid and he’s still a dad, he’s lied to us but it’s just because he was scared to come out, that’s truly both a heartbreaking and heartwarming story. (The timeline of bbg is messy as it is, so this would need some refining to work without looking suspicious).
So, how do we make him not a dad and ALSO never been into women? Well… a tell all is gonna be the best way to do this, exposing the stunts. But legally, a huge process (unless they say fuck it and cop whatever the repercussions may be). But if we’re doing a slow coming out, I think he’s gonna kind of have to be F’s dad unless it’s a paternity test or a tell all. He’s in too deep with AOTV and the Instagram posts and his family and shit. I don’t think we can have 100% gay and 100% not a dad without it being truly bizarre for the gp to swallow.
Idk im very tired but you can also go to my bbg tag and just have a sift through where I talk about this a bit more in depth.
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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year ago
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WELCOME BACK I HOPE YOUR DOING FINE NOW💞💞!!
(after I saw someone request the god killer having a Dorky husband i couldn't help myself requesting this)
So hear me out what about the god killer having a silly clumsy scientist husband that loves studying them like having 14 journals and audio tapes filled to the Brim with interviews, experiments, and the god killers powers
And so when god killer trusted the humans fighters enough they decides to introduce them to they're husband by teleporting all of the human fighter's to the large lab that they created for there's silly scientist husband
[so how would the humans fighters react to the god killers silly scientist husband and I would especially like how nikola tesla interact with there husband cus they Both scientist]
-It had started with a question from Nikola, one that the gods didn’t even know and one that you wouldn’t answer, as they needed to find the answer for themselves.
-You don’t remember the question off hand, only that it had led to several arguments and at least two fist fights between several people.
-The humans and the gods were working together, trying to figure out the solution before Nikola sighed, “If there was another scientist, we could get their view on this.”
-This is when you perked up, “Oh- do you want another opinion? My husband would be happy to help.” All eyes turned on you in shock as you took your human form, making sure your chiton was secured correctly as Zeus spoke, “You’re married?!”
-You weren’t bothered by his tone, looking calm, “Yeah- we married a few years ago. He’s so cute!” glances went around as you opened up a portal, “C’mon, we’ll go to his lab together.”
-Following after you, Nikola, Hermes, Zeus, Odin, Loki, Adam, Leonidas, Ares, Aphrodite, Brunnhilde and Goll, all entered through the portal into a messy but well lit lab, research, computers, and machines everywhere.
-You called out, “Honey?” a snort from a pile of paper caught everyone’s attention as the dorkiest looking man crawled out from under the papers, having fallen asleep in his lab once again.
-He was wearing sweatpants, flip flops, a polka dotted tank top with a lab coat over the top, and huge thick rimmed glasses over his eyes and a head of hair that looked like he had licked an electrical socket.
-You pouted, your hands on your hips, “You fell asleep in the lab again! How many times do I have to tell you to sleep in the bed!” he just laughed, the bags under his eyes telling you that he was up all night, “Sorry Y/N, I got going and I couldn’t stop.”
-You pouted, looking adorable, “I’m gonna ban you from the lab again if you keep doing this!” he flinched back in fear, as he knew what a ‘ban’ as, where you just took his lab and warped it to another dimension until he learned his lesson.
-He then noticed the guests and he greeted everyone, shaking hands with Nikola who looked elated, seeing all the research, while everyone else was stunned, trying to figure out how he married you.
-You explained the reasoning for bringing your guests from Valhalla and he was silent for a moment before flames of determination surrounded him, hearing of a problem to be solved.
-While the others were a little less enthused, your husband and Nikola got along just fine, instantly going into theories and going over notes.
-You leaned your chin on your hand, “He’s so cute when he gets fired up.” This was more of a mystery that they wanted to figure out a bit more, on how this dork got you, leaving Nikola to handle things with your husband.
-You weren’t going to say anything however, you liked to keep some secrets to keep people guessing.
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xoxochb · 2 months ago
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okay I need a full crush recap. Like fullll infodump. Like now
okayyy… I’m gonna full on ramble LOL
so I met him in july 2022 and we never really talked at first we were just kinda in the same class and occasionally interacted but I was SO shy so I would just sneak glances over to him from time to time. but then over time we started talking a ton more. I got to know him really mid 2023, I learned his favorite movie is miracle on ice he’s a HUGE hockey nerd.
so at first when I started talking to him I felt like I needed to be like… better than him? because I thought he was challenging me academically because he would always give out the answers and I was like okay fine I can be smart too! so I started this rivalry where I would CONSTANTLY try to do better on everything, if he did good I was BETTER than good. I was a full on academic weapon that year LMAO I aced every fucking test which was a miracle because it was MATHS of all subjects 😭😭
so anyways, over time I just got used to the whole studying and acing tests thing and I just got to know him better and he’s pretty chill. and he started off by ALWAYS sitting with me, like, he’d make up some stupid excuse as to why and then he’d do it. he used to ask me for answers a lot which was weird because he’s genuinely smart so I knew there was something up with that. and then he started calling me ‘p shizzle’ which isn’t the best nickname ever but it was mine and I love it.
so we started talking during class and I got to know him better and we kinda became friends tbh. and that’s when we got to the bickering stage. I wore a “I prefer halloween” christmas sweater to school one day (cringey, I know, ignore that for the sake of the story) and he saw it and said “christmas is way better than halloween” and we had a full on ten argument about whether halloween or christmas was better but despite it I literally could NOT stop smiling to save my life.
and another time I was doing one of those number dot pictures where you connect the dots to make a picture and I had NO fucking clue what it made I messed up terribly. he walks up to me and leans over my shoulder (from behind me) and asks what it was, I told him I wasn’t sure because I literally did not know, and he said it looked like a polar bear and I said it might be and he came up with a whole argument as to why it’s a polar bear (I literally wrote this fic based on that)
and honestly we don’t have any classes this year and I’m super sad because I want to get his number :(
BUT!!!!! winter sports are starting soon meaning I get to film them for my films class so I’m going to FOR SURE go to every one of his hockey games just to see him and HOPEFULLY of aphrodite is on my side I’ll be able to see him after the game
and that’s basically it I love him tons and I miss him lots ugh
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bi-bard · 2 years ago
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Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Joel Miller - Joel Miller Imagine [HBO's The Last of Us]
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Title: Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Joel Miller
Pairing: Joel Miller X Reader
Word Count: 2,441 words
Warning(s): fear of commitment, argument, mention of fight
Author's Note: I'm think there's a pattern of me using "cowboy like me" for stories involving Pedro Pascal characters.
Also, just a quick reminder that I write for a gender-neutral reader, so no matter the plot line, anyone can enjoy this.
**Not intentionally written in chronological order**
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Daylight
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight
It had all been a bit of a blur.
One moment, I was walking with Joel. We were talking about the jobs we had been assigned. Relaxed and calm and as close to normal as we could get in the current world.
The next moment, my memories get lost in a huge jumble of yelling and fighting and fear. It was all such a mess. A terrifying mess.
My next clear moment was dragging Joel down the road with me. I didn't stop moving until we had gotten inside and the door was locked.
"I'm so sorry," I mumbled as Joel sat at my dining table.
It had been my fault. At least, partially.
It was all a long and very messy story.
Joel knew the whole thing. I think that's why he was so fast to entertain the whole fight.
Not that I ever wanted him involved. In all honesty, my life would have been so much easier without ever thinking about any of my life before the outbreak... as backwards as that sounds.
"Not your fault," he muttered, looking down at his knuckles.
"Except it is," I moved to sit in the chair next to him. "This wouldn't have happened if you never met me or if I just kept my fucking mouth shut. Now, you're hurt and fuck knows what we're gonna have to deal with now. Shit, I should've been smarter about this-"
"Stop it," he cut me off. "You did nothing wrong. Your ex having his head stuck up his ass is nowhere near your fault."
I let out a sigh as my eyes closed. I shook my head before pushing myself up. I grabbed my little first-aid kit and made my way back to the table.
I grabbed his hand.
"Why'd you do that," I asked. "Nothing good can come from shit like that."
"I doubt he would've let me walk away without getting a few blows in."
I did my best to clean the small cuts along his hand.
He didn't speak up again until I was wrapping the bandage around his hand.
"Y'know...," he started and trailed off. I looked back at him. "Never mind. It's nothing."
"Tell me," I pushed.
Maybe some part of me knew what he was going to say. Maybe I was desperate to hear it out loud. I would like to think that this is why I pushed him to say it out loud.
He let out a small sigh as he seemingly weighed the consequences of his actions.
"There's something else," I continued as I placed his bandaged hand on the table. "You just told me. Why did you do it?"
"Because I love you," he admitted.
I had to bite my lip to keep my smile from getting obnoxiously big.
We had been together for a while now. We had gotten through many days in the hell that was the modern world today. But in all that time, those words hadn't found a place in our lives.
I felt like a teenager again for a few moments.
"Did you get stuck like that-"
I reached forward and smacked his arm in response. He grinned at me.
"I love you too," I said after a pause.
He looked down at the table to hide his smile.
I reached over and placed my hand on his.
For just a moment, it felt like real peace was more than just a far-off dream.
The Way I Loved You
Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you
It was all such a mess of a situation.
I had never planned on interacting with Joel again after we had separated. I knew that it would've been unrealistic to try to never see him again, but I could always turn the other way and leave.
Now, I was being forced into a situation where the only person I could interact with was Joel.
It was like the universe was attempting to play some stupid practical joke on me and I was failing to see the punchline.
I followed Joel and Ellie back to Joel's place. The only thing we could do at the time was wait for the time to pass.
I dropped my bag on the floor next to the couch before plopping on the seat that pretty much used to be designated as mine. I tried to keep an eye on Ellie without making it seem like I was staring. She went to sit by the window while Joel sat right next to me.
"Kid," I spoke up. She looked at me. "You should get some rest now. You aren't gonna get much of it later."
"Where," she asked.
I pointed behind me. "Mattress in the back."
"She's not sleeping on my bed," Joel interjected.
"I don't wanna sleep on his bed," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "He probably stinks."
I rolled my eyes before grabbing the spare blanket and throwing it to her. "To prevent the spread of germs... and protect against the smell. Now go."
She walked into the back without another word.
I sighed and relaxed into the couch.
"You should take your own advice," Joel muttered after a minute or two. I shook my head. "I'm serious, (Y/n)."
"I am just fine," I looked at him. "Never needed much sleep to function anyway."
He ran his hand over his face. "Always so damn stubborn."
"Can we not start this," I asked. "We've got enough to worry about without biting each other's heads off."
He sighed and looked away.
"You used to appreciate my stubbornness, anyway," I added.
I heard him chuckle. I felt a small grin pulling at the corner of my lips.
"You think we can do this?"
"Don't know," he shrugged. "I doubt we have much of a choice. Just gotta be ready to go."
I nodded. "You're scared, aren't you?"
"Scared? No. Annoyed."
"It's okay if you are," I said. "That's not a bad thing. It's just human."
He looked over at me. "Don't assume that you know how my mind works."
"For fuck's sake," I mumbled. It was my turn to run my hand over my face. "I just asked if we could avoid doing this. I was trying to comfort you. Be helpful. You have no reason to snap at me like that."
"No reason?"
"Yeah, no reason."
"What about you leaving?"
My jaw clenched. "You told me to go."
"You made no attempt to stay."
"I made an attempt every fucking day," I snapped before quickly lowering my voice, glancing back to make sure Ellie wasn't shifting around. "I fucking loved you, Joel. I fought to hold onto you with everything I had. You got scared and threw me out. After everything you promised me, after everything we did."
He didn't reply as I deflated into the couch cushion.
"Don't try to claim that I didn't try to hold on. I still feel like I'm clinging onto any part of you that I can find."
I looked out the window to the sun. I wanted to focus on anything else.
I missed him. God knows that I had missed Joel. Every day. Waking up without him was awful. Having to turn around and walk away because it was all I could do to keep myself from crumbling was hell. I just wanted what we had back.
"(Y/n)," he muttered.
I closed my eyes for a moment, not turning my head.
I felt the couch shift as he moved.
His hand touched my leg. "Please, look at me."
I turned my head back to him.
There was a pause.
One where we were sitting in silence, watching each other's reactions.
Joel seemed to hesitate for a moment before he leaned forward.
I froze for a moment as he kissed me. It was such a soft moment, yet it completely overwhelmed me. I had missed him so much that it hurt. That wasn't new. I had known about that pain for a long time now.
But what I didn't know was the way that the pain could be numbed. It was like a warmth spread through my chest, pushing away any pain, even if it was just for a little while.
I slowly kissed him back, feeling muscle memory take over as my hands reached out to touch his sides. Too long. It had been far too long since I experienced something as monumental as this moment.
I leaned back slowly, only moving far enough away to speak, "I love you."
He paused for a moment. I watched his eyes scan every part of my face. I couldn't tell if he was trying to see if I was lying or if he was trying to confirm that I wasn't some illusion his mind had created.
"I love you too," he muttered after a bit. I smiled at him.
His forehead rested against mine. We just sat there for a little while.
Through all of the chaos and the bullshit, I knew that I would always want him.
I just needed to keep a hold of him.
cowboy like me
And the skeletons in both our closets Plotted hard to fuck this up And the old men that I've swindled Really did believe I was the one And the ladies lunching have their stories about When you passed through town But that was all before I locked it down
Neither one of us planned to have that conversation that night.
It was late. Really late.
It was one of the first times that I had stayed with him for the night.
It was nice. Being around him usually was. But no matter how nice it was, I could not get myself to fall asleep.
It wasn't a new thing for me to not feel comfortable falling asleep. I didn't expect lying next to Joel to change that.
I let out a sigh as I rolled over.
My head ended up on Joel's chest as I let one of my arms fall over his torso. I didn't even realize that I had brushed a scar until he flinched. I pulled my hand away, moving my head so I could look at him.
"You okay," I asked.
"Yeah," he muttered.
"Did I hit a fresh wound or something?"
"No," he shook his head. "You just have cold hands."
"Never bothered you before."
He chuckled.
I sat up and looked at him. "Are you sure that you're okay?"
He sighed. "(Y/n)..."
"I'm just worried about you."
He didn't respond.
He made no effort to stop me as I reached forward and moved the blanket off of him. I furrowed my eyebrows at him as I tried to figure out what I had bothered.
It took me a second, but I eventually moved my hand to lightly touch a scar on his side. He tensed.
"Sorry," I muttered. I pulled my hand away. "What... What's it from?"
I felt like I was watching the scales tip in his mind. Pros and cons changing the balance.
"I'll... I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours," I offered.
He reached out and touched my leg. I placed my hand on his.
"Deal?"
He nodded. "Deal."
I grinned and shifted to get comfortable.
That's when I first found out about Sarah. He told me everything about the day of the outbreak. The panic and the crash and the soldier. I held his hand through all of it. I felt a need to commit every sentence he spoke to memory. I needed to know this all because that was the only way I would be able to properly help him.
"Your turn," he muttered after a moment of silence.
I blinked at him a few times before slowly nodding. "Right."
I took a deep breath. I felt him tapping his fingers against my hand.
"You... are not gonna like this sentence," I started. His eyebrows furrowed. "Technically... I am... married."
"What-"
"Let me get through the story first," I stopped him. "It was a while ago now. I... I was convinced that we were in love. The day that the outbreak happened, we had been inside all day. Our neighbor had broken in... he was infected. I just remember the angry look on his face. It made me sick.
"My husband and I took off. We drove for a while. I can barely remember where we were even trying to get to. I just remember ditching the car in the traffic and taking off on foot.
"We... We got cornered by one of the infected. There was this hole in the ceiling of this building. He climbed up first and I couldn't get up there and instead of helping me up... he thanked me for saving him and took off."
There was a pause between us.
"He sounds like an ass," Joel commented. I chuckled. "How did you get out?"
"I found this old bat. A solid one. I had never fought anything, really. I yelled when I hit the thing over the head. Screamed. I kept thinking about how that person had a family and friends and how many of them could be dead. After that, I hid away until I could safely get to a QZ."
Joel nodded. "Did you ever find out what happened to your husband?"
I shook my head. "And I don't want to. I hate to wish death on someone, but... he kinda did that to me... to my face, so... I hope he got his ass kicked."
"So, you're only married..."
"Because the government's been a little too busy to figure out divorce court right now," I shrugged. "And I have no desire to track the bastard down again."
"Good," he mumbled.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"If you stuck with that guy, then we would've never happened," he explained.
"I see."
Joel pushed himself to sit up.
"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you any of this before," I said.
"Can't say that I'm too upset," he replied.
He slowly leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. I slowly kissed him back, grinning against his lips.
Maybe, just maybe, there was something that I could let myself hold onto in this shitty world.
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rabbithaver · 3 months ago
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ok i know i didnt throw silver today here on tumblr but frankly i have been super busy, and now that i'm free, i'm totally exhausted. i'm gonna have to take a rain check on throwing him today, but rest assured that i DID throw him irl. and i'm holding him right now. so he's getting the love he deserves, i promise :)
i just hosted a 7 hour Bumblekast Server Movie Night since there was no recording today. it went so well!!! we watched Interstellar and The Martian, two of my all-time favorite films. i talked so much with so many people that now my throat hurts and i am absolutely exhausted... but oh my god, we had so much fun. i got to connect with a ton of friends in the server whose voices i'd never heard before. i got to infodump about my special interests to people who genuinely cared to hear what i had to say. we got to crack jokes and have fun during breaks. the very first ever Bumblekast Server Movie Night was, overall, a huge success!
in fact, it was such a successful event that i am going to have to host a second screening of Interstellar! like eight people really wanted to join us and see it, but couldn't due to their schedules. i've promised them that i'll ping them when i start planning the next screening so that way we can make sure everyone is able to participate. and Interstellar is one of those movies i will happily watch several times a week so it all works out.
everyone seemed to love the movies, and they even seemed to appreciate the fact that i had behind-the-scenes trivia and facts about the science in the movies. one of my huge worries is that people i watch movies with get annoyed when i share things like that, but if anything, folks seemed to appreciate the movies more because of it.
man, i know i keep saying it, but i really do love the Bumblekast community so much. i have never felt so at ease with so many people. i've never felt like a burden or an annoyance there... like, i truly think it's where i belong. everyone is so caring and supportive, especially the mod team and Kyle. hell, Kyle even set up an event in the server for me so that we could spread the word to people! it was such a kind gesture.
that place truly is something so special. i've been there since September 15, 2023, and i can count on one hand how many genuine fights and bigoted statements i've seen. the mod team is so exceptional at maintaining a positive and friendly atmosphere there. it helps that they nip heated conversations in the bud before they can become arguments. they're also very easy to talk to —they're all so incredibly funny and approachable. they're constantly interacting with the community, too. and they're also really willing to work with people.
for example, occasionally i've broken rules by accident or flown too close to the sun with a joke and they've had to DM me about it. and they know that i have severe anxiety, so when they broach these subjects with me, they know to say right off the bat, "hey, you're not in trouble or anything and we aren't mad, we just need to talk to you about something." it's a little thing, but it seriously means so much to me. the fact that they keep my struggles in mind when doing their jobs is proof to me that they care about the community they support.
a lot of discord servers have mods who are very... distant with their communities. like, they don't participate in conversation amongst members, or they take jokes way too seriously, or they throw their weight around just to intimidate users into submission. those discord server mods just don't bother interacting with their communities, either because they're too busy, or they're not interested in what their members are doing, or in the worst cases, they think they're better than everyone else. i've encountered a lot of these people before and they're always so unpleasant. it just highlights to me how unique the Bumbleserver is.
i'm so fucking glad i got into Sonic, man. if i hadn't watched the game grumps play Frontiers, i never would have picked up the comics. i never would have known how much fun they are. i never would have started listening to the Bumblekast. i never would have decided to create the clips blog. i never would've been reached out to by Puppy Bumblekast, who i now consider one of my closest friends. and of course, i never would have claimed Silver as my son, which lead to Seán reaching out to me. i never would have fallen so thoroughly in love with him, either. 💖
ok that was a WAY longer post than i meant it to be . im really really tired so im gonna go to bed. goodnight everybody
goodnight my friends!
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dearweirdme · 11 months ago
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Hi Jkk anon!
I admire your dedication, that was a long ass ask you sent me. I'm not gonna post it, because even though you seem to think I know nothing about what Jkkrs believe... I actually do and what you have sent me was nothing new to me. You can actually go through my blog and look at all the asks on this topic... your side has sent me a lot.
What you have sent me is proof of Jm and Jk's close bond and I never said that they aren’t close. They're best friends who have spent a huge part of their lives together, more than best friends do on a regular base. To me, that is the perfect explanation of why Jm and Jk interact the way they do.
You take issue with me saying Jkkrs rely on the "grand moments". I'm not sure what you want from me, I'm really not going to apologize for that. I do actually think that those big moments (Rose Bowl, GCF Tokyo, the bite) are the pillars of your believes. I have no problem with Atomix possibly being a group visit, it would change nothing about what I believe in general. Your side however holds on strongly to those moments, they come back in every argument. You even use them yourself, while trying to tell me it's much more than those moments. I am well aware of all the things you all have decided is proof. But Jkkrs agreeing with Jkkrs doesn't really do much for me. I don't care how big those accounts you sent me are.. to me they're still fanaccounts. Someone with only ten followers might just as well be right as someone with thousands.
I've thought about what it is exactly that makes all of you see this wrongly... and I think I've landed on the unwillingness to place Jm and Jk and Tae into a bigger context. It's as though you pic Jm and Jk and try to make them fit the mold of a regular romantic couple. They never do quite fit the mold though.. and that's when you all start to insert your own ideas. Jm, Jk and Tae are part of a bigger picture though. You have to place them and their behaviors into the context of society, business strategies, group behavior, etc... and all of you don't do that. The biggest thing Jkkrs don't seem to be able to grasp, is that we are not looking at a regular couple in love. The openness and obviousness you all talk about.. is the obviousness of friendship. In SK an in-band-same-sex-idol-couple would never be highlighted the way Jm and JK are. It is just not possible. GCF Tokyo would never have been released if it had been about their romantic relationship. They would never have entered the military together if they were actually together. BH would have tried to hide them (to protect them and their business) not showcase them. So while you think everything you have seen of them is a sign of them being together, I know.. that cannot be true. They're not fake, their bond isn't fanservice.. but their bond is a safe bet for BH. It is risk-free. If you were to take a close look at Tae and Jk (and to me it is obvious you have not, otherwise you would not have sent me some of the JKk examples you have) you would maybe (no probably not.. you seem quite stubborn) see that their relationship actually would fit that of a closeted idol couple. You make fun of our "focus on eye contact, looks, taekook sitting so close to each other lol, or them knowing details about each other" but that is a huge part of how one would recognize two people in love... especially when that couple cannot act on their love publicly.
If you really want me to relay every point you made in your long ask... go through my straws and ship analysis tag... I'm convinced you will find everything there already.
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xxoxobree · 1 year ago
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My thoughts on the “very slow” Miles Morales writing community. Don’t come at me it’s an OPINION! and for CONVERSATIONAL PURPOSES! so comment tell me if you agree or not 😌
There is little to no conversation about Miles. I’ve noticed in the Hobie community they share their thoughts and constantly talk about him and that keeps the community alive and encourages people to join in on the conversation and interact ect…. There’s few blogs now sharing anything about Miles, their thoughts, theory’s, anything adding to the conversation. (I’m not gonna stand on this too much, there are accounts dedicated to talking about Miles and ATSV. But I don’t see much “writers” post about him)
Like with everything the hype died :( the movie came out 7 months ago and like with everything people lost interest and they’re onto the next. We’re constantly being fed new things and searching for new thing that feeds our brain cells and I guess it doesn’t for most people anymore (including me, don’t get me wrong I love Miles and ATSV forever but I’m not enthusiastic as I was because of other reasons.)
The content is limiting. The stories that you’re allowed as a writer to write about Miles is limiting (I’ve been saying this) 👀 I get it everyone loves fluff, fluff is safe but it’s only so much fluff you can make before you run out of ideas and the content gets stale and repetitive.
There’s too much “ranting” I get it, it’s public and y’all can post what you want but we really don’t care and it’s not necessary, it’s a huge turn off for people wanting to join the community if you’re just gonna complain and add nothing but your overwhelming negativity vibes.
It’s a really argumentative/hostile/toxic community (I’ve definitely contributed to that.) it’s a lot of back and forth between people a lot of hateful anon bs, “calling out” like relax btch, stop immediately . People are not on tumblr for that and to be harassed, and it’s definitely a turn off and stupid. Block and have a hood mfn day. It’s really that simple and I encourage you all to do it because you cannot control others.
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