#and it's not like im giving up the whole raising kids thing completely.
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god the duality between 'I don't want someone in my house' and 'yeah I'd like my own kids and no way I'm doing that alone'
#like ppl who don't want kids should be free to live their lives without ppl being like 'watch out! your biological clock is ticking!'#that's bullshit ppl shouldn't say that. but also. i would like kids and#after so many years trying not to get pregnant and that seeming like a worst case scenario. so desperately wanting to not become my parents#now i am an age where I'd happily have a kid if i were in the right life situation & i don't feel I've got all the time in the world anymore#lol like. the space in between 'too young to have a baby' and 'old enough that i risk more health issues/ will be an older parent'#feels way way narrower than i ever would have assumed lol. esp. because all the parents in my family are so young. the idea of being an#older parent is so strange to me. I'm so aware of the things you can't do when you're older and how it's harder work to run after them#and like my body is already wearing out way faster than anyone elses. my health's only gonna get worse so.#being an older parent just doesn't seem an option. not to mention like. the older i am the less generations I'll get to see.#i want to be a great grandmother damnit. lol.#like I'm on a clock. to get over my commitment issues or it legit won't happen. but yeah. can't think of anything worse than having#to have someone in my house. if i was rich enough to have lots of space that's one thing but. I'm not lol.#and rich ppl rub me up the wrong way whenever they try and chat me up so doubt I'm gonna marry in to money looool#like i have come to terms with the fact that. if it doesn't happen it doesn't happen. id rather not get to be a mother than to settle#like that whole 'looking for a partner' dating life is not for me i can't think of anything worse. if it happens it happens#I'll either meet the right person who im willing to give up an empty house for or i won't looool#and it's not like im giving up the whole raising kids thing completely.#like I've got to play a significant hand in raising my siblings even if i didn't ask for that. I've got to see them grow and#help them reach those milestones. and whatever the circumstances I'm blessed to have had them in my life#even if i don't have my own kids I'm always gonna have kids in my life even if I'm an aunt rather than grandmother you know#I'm lucky to be in a family where raising kids is a communal thing. but yeah id love to have my own kids & have someone that looks like me#but I'm not willing to bring someone in to the world in non opportune circumstances deliberately.#like if it's up to me i want them to have 2 parents to look out for them and 2 parents that at least stand a chance of liking each other lol
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bucket hats & trench coats | peter maximoff
・❥・summary: peter ralph gets caught up in the westview incident
・❥・word count: 2.1k
・❥・warnings: 18+, nsfw. female reader, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, agatha all along spoilers kinda, swearing.
・❥・ authors note: this is pure filth im so sorry. also bless @jazz-berry for getting caps of our boy that i just had to use for this 💕
The click clack of fingers zooming across a keyboard was the only sound that rang out through the room. Peter’s eyes were solely fixed on the computer screen as he typed up his newest Reddit post. Ever since the events of Westview had happened and his mind was his own, he was determined to spread the truth of what had really happened. He was the hero Westview needed. Thing was, nobody really cared to listen to his ramblings about Wanda and Agatha and how he’d been manipulated by both.
Apart from you. Everything Peter had experienced, you had, too. The hex had taken you both under control. The only difference was that had only been under Wanda’s control and not hers and Agatha’s like Peter had been. It had taken a real toll on him. He was still himself but he was… paranoid, guarded like he couldn’t trust anyone.
“Holy shitballs, dude,” he spun around in his chair to face you who was sprawled out on the couch with a book in your hand. At the sound of his voice, you peered over at him, a brow raised in question. “Some kid wants to meet up to talk about the whole Westview shit. We gotta go meet him, babe. He wants to know all about Agatha and Wanda and the freaky crap that went down.”
As you looked at Peter, you couldn’t help but frown. He was still as handsome as ever but his face was now adorned with a beard, the lines and bags around his eyes more prominent than ever. His hair was an unruly mess of half silver, half brown. He’d dyed it to try and hide himself but had never kept up with it so now the roots of his curls were a shocking silver that mismatched the brown. His eyes that once held so much joy, so much fun were now full of fear and vulnerability.
“Okay, if that’s what you want to do then, yeah,” you nod.
That’s how you ended up in a parking lot the next evening. Peter looked ridiculous stood beside you in a long trench coat and a bucket hat. Although, maybe in a weird sort of way it was a look. Or maybe you were just so desperate for your boyfriends touch that you were finding anything about him attractive now. Intimacy had come to a complete halt after everything that happened. He spent most of his time on Reddit trying to spread his story. The whole thing had really put a strain on your relationship but you loved this man and there was no way you were leaving him when he needed you the most. So what if you had to touch yourself most nights just for some relief. If that’s the way it had to be then fine.
“You look ridiculous,” you hissed at him, shaking your head. “Do you really need all of this?”
“It’s a disguise, duh! Can’t have him recognising me, can I? That’s why I’m going by Ralph… I mean, Randal — whatever fake name that police dude gave me. What’s up with you anyway? You’re crabby,” he took a sideways glance at you before glancing down at his watch.
“Nothing.” It was a mumble, hands stuffed into the jacket of Peter’s you were wearing. As he was about to speak again - or, more accurately, call you out - a car pulled into the lot. This was it. “Just be careful, okay?”
Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. His beard tickling your face, the sensation only increasing those impure thoughts of wondering what it’d feel like somewhere else, somewhere lower. Peter nodded, giving your hand a squeeze before you jogged off back to the car. This was his thing. It was something he needed to do alone so you made yourself comfy in the backseat of the car, pulling up a game on your phone to pass the time.
It felt like too much time had passed since you left your boyfriend to his meet up so with concern, you got out of the car. Peter was walking around in circles, alone, mumbling to himself. Walking over to him, you approached cautiously. “Peter?”
“I forgot to tell him so much. Damn, I’m an idiot. Do you think he’d meet up again? I need to tell him about the rabbit and….” You cut him off by taking his hand in yours.
“I think you need to relax. This isn’t good for you.”
“It’s the only thing I can think about. It’s the only thing going through my head at any given point. All I can think about is the awful things those… witches… made me do.”
At the word witches, you cut in with “bitches” causing the tiniest of smiles to creep onto his face. You had missed his smile. It was one of the most beautiful things on the planet and you’d do anything to see it again.
“I know, baby. But… you’re letting this consume you and… it’s driving us apart. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my Peter. I miss joking around, going on dates, you stealing stuff for me, being intimate with each other. Do you not realise how long it’s been since we had sex?” You sighed, playing with the fingers on his hand.
“…fuck,” he let out a sigh of his own, the realisation hitting him. Hard. How the heck could he forget about the most important person in his life? No, he wasn’t having that. He had to make it up to you and quick - luckily that just so happened to be his speciality. His hands slid down your sides, finding your hips and pulling you into him. “I’m sorry. I’ve been the worst fucking boyfriend. Let me make it up to you?”
Everything that happened next was a blur. Before you knew it, you were laid on the backseat of the car, legs spread wide with Peter between them. You had no idea where your panties were — Peter had pulled them off in a frenzy. His tongue teased along your folds elicting the most precious sounds he’d ever heard from you. Every brush of his tongue drove you wilder and wilder. His beard rubbing against your thighs only adding to the growing desire in the pit of your stomach. His lips sucked on your sensitive bud causing you to whimper, hands flying to his hair until you realised he had the stupid goddamn bucket hat on still.
“Peter,” you breathed out.
“Yeah, baby, you like that?” His tongue swirled around your clit, completely oblivious to how annoyed you were.
“Peter!” This time he looked up at you from between your legs. “Take the stupid fucking hat off.”
“You mean it’s not doing it for you? Thought bucket hats were all the rage,” he snickered but he took it off, tossing it into the front of the car then dove back in like a man starved. The long, broad stripes of his tongue sliding through your pussy was like ecstasy. God, you had missed this. When you felt him prodding at your entrance, your hands once again flew to his hair this time tangling in it successfully as his tongue dove into you.
“Oh shit,” you moaned, hips bucking into his mouth as his tongue explored your plush walls. Peter could do this all day. Your moans were like music to his ears, the taste of you the best thing he’d ever have on his lips.
“That’s it, baby,” he mumbled against you, his tongue making its way back to your clit. “Gonna come for me, pretty girl? Gonna let me make it up to you?” Between the kitten licks and the sound of him sucking up your juices, you were sure you were about to see heaven but then the little shit thrusted two fingers inside you. Your body arched as he pumped them at a rapid pace. The stimulation of his tongue and fingers was too much for you to handle and you came. Peter lapped at you, his fingers not letting up as he rode you through your orgasm.
He pulled his fingers from you. A shit eating smirk - one reminiscent of the old Peter - was plastered on his face when his eyes met yours. Seeing your release over his lips was enough to almost trigger another orgasm. It really had been so fucking long. “Not done yet.”
Through the dimly lit windows you could see him, rubbing his hard-on through the fabric of his jeans. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you leaned forward, one hand reaching out to pop the button and pull down the zipper. With his help, you pulled down his jeans and boxers enough to free him. You reached out, stroking his cock, the pearly beads of pre-cum leaking from him. With your thumb, you spread it around his tip, causing a groan to pass his lips.
“Damn, babe, keep that up and I’m gonna shoot a load on you in two seconds.” He pushed your hand off him. “Need to fuck you now. Need to fuck you real good to make up for the last year.” He pumped himself a few times, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. “Trench coat on or off?”
You contemplated it for a second. “Fuck it, keep it on. Makes you look like a mysterious hot grandpa.”
“Grandpa?! You little brat.”
That was all you heard before he pushed his cock into your tight walls. He bottomed out in one thrust, filling you to the hilt. God, it felt so good to feel him inside you again. Instantly, he began thrusting into you at a rough pace, his hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care. All you could think about was your boyfriend was fucking you within an inch of your life again. Finally.
“So fucking wet for me, baby. Don’t think I haven’t heard you touching yourself every night,” he grunted, pulling out and pushing back in with force. Each thrust rougher than the next — all his pent up frustrations finally having a form of release. “Thinkin’ about me when you were playing with this pussy, huh?”
“Yes, Peter,” you mewled. Your hips bucked wildly against his trying to match his pace but it was no use. He was definitely using his mutation with the way he was pounding into you, your body moving along the seat with every thrust.
“Ain’t gotta do that no more. Gonna fuck you like this every night now,” he lifted your legs over his shoulders to hit even deeper inside you. “So damn tight.”
Hands gripped his forearms as he rutted into you like an animal in heat. Sweat was forming on his forehead, tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on bringing you as much pleasure as he could. His eyes focused on the way your tits bounced under your shirt, roaming lower as he watched himself disappear in and out of you. Fingers found your clit and you felt the vibrations rumbling through him, causing you to almost scream out. It was too much. Way too much.
“Peter! Ooooh. Can’t -,” you cried out. Before you could even register what was happening, your walls tightened around him, body arching into his as you came. Peter didn’t let up, thrusting into you with a frenzied speed and muttering dirty ramblings as he chased his own high.
“I’m gonna - fuuuuck,” his thrusts grew sloppy and before he knew it he was spilling his load into you, white hot spurts of cum coating your walls. Your legs fell from his shoulders as the two of you collapsed into each other in a sweaty heap.
The silence was almost deafening. The only sounds were your breaths as you both tried to remember how to breathe properly. The windows of the car had steamed up which caused you to giggle. Of all places you thought this would happen it definitely wasn’t in the car. Peter couldn’t help but laugh too. “You good?”
“Great,” you assured him. “Might not be able to walk but damn, Maximoff. I forgot how good you were.”
He scratched the top of his head, feeling every single bit of remorse for letting things get this bad. “Sorry about that, babe. That’s on me. I just got caught up in this Westview thing that… I neglected you but swear down I’m gonna keep making it up to you. Never meant for it to come between us.”
“I know,” you cupped his cheek. “Do me a favour, though?”
“Anything.”
“Keep the beard.”
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If you’re requests are open(feel free to ignore this if not) HEAR ME OUT, headcanons/imagine/whatever you wanna do really with the moriarty bros liking a childhood friend(separately or they can all like the. Friend that’s up to you) like maybe it was the kid that one duchess adopted(yknow the one that made Earl Moriarty feel like he had to adopt a kid) cause like the duchess was like an actual nice person who wanted to help the poor an all that so maybe she raised the orphan the same way?(im so heckin sorry if none of this makes sense my dude, I’m horrible at this rip)
Being Childhood Friends with the Moriarty Brothers
Albert, William, and Louis James Moriarty
A/N: It's okay my guy! It was clear and it was really fun writing this one :) I may have forgotten the romance part last minute asjkas so it's longer than normal :') Tag/s: Long (1.7k words)
Growing up in the orphanage since you were a baby, you have half given up on the idea of being adopted.
So the fact that a kind woman-- a duchess no less, adopted you was a surprise you never saw coming.
But you were grateful for your new life and the woman you now call your mother for this second chance.
Coming from rock bottom yourself, you and the duchess worked hard with foundations and charities for the poor and unfortunate, even if it meant scandals and rumors circling around you and your new family.
However, your new title didn't mean anything to other noble kids.
You were scrutinized and avoided like a plague by other noble families.
This didn't come as a surprise, but it was still uncomfortable attending balls and having everyone stay five feet away from you, spreading rumors about you being riddled with disease.
The duchess defended you, saying despite not being bound by blood, you were her child through and through and a noble.
Unfortunately, her words only fell on deaf ears.
Not that you mind, knowing firsthand how the rich treat the poor on the streets.
Worried about you feeling lonely, your mother tried to make friends with other fellow mothers and set up a playdate or tea parties, rich or poor.
Even when you tried to play nice with other nobles, as suggested by the duchess, the noble kids didn't give you a chance.
It also didn't help with their mothers calling your mother a hedge creeper, wagtail, or their husband's mistress.
To say you were banned from a couple of tea parties was an understatement.
However, hearing Lord Moriarty also adopted kids, the duchess wasted no time setting up a playdate for you.
Albert James Moriarty
You two have actually met before during a party.
Granted, scaring the kids who threw rocks at you to run into a thorny rose bush was not the best first impression, but it did make quite an impact on him.
He found you in the gardens, admiring the flowers, when a group of kids thought it would be funny to throw rocks at you.
He was about to tell off the kids until one threw a rock especially hard, making you fall on your face.
Snapping, you decided to play along with their accusations of you being diseased.
A limp in your step, hoarse voice, reaching out your arms to them as you chased them through the gardens and made them run through a thorny bush, making you smile in triumph.
Albert saw the whole thing, hiding a smile behind his hand as he watched you dust yourself off.
He was about to introduce himself to you until he saw your forehead bleeding and led you back inside to treat your wound.
It may not have been the best way, but hey! You made a friend!
Ever since that day, you would always look for Albert and follow him around for the rest of the gathering.
You knew his mother hated you, and his brother saw you as an insect. But you just completely ignore them and talk to Albert, making the two furious.
He taught you the etiquette needed to see in nobles and even the dances for different music.
If you two weren't outside avoiding the party, you two were talking and eating in the corner off in your own world.
Because of this, some noble kids started trying to get close to you to reach Albert or just hate your complete existence.
Despite all this, you kept hanging out with Albert unapologetically, seeing he was as lonely as you were in this rich man's world.
NOW while he only saw you as a good friend, Albert knew he wanted to stay by your side as long as he could.
Sneaking out of parties, knowing looks, and inside jokes the two of you only knew were some of his treasured memories.
However, he also knew the judging stares of other nobles, saying you weren't supposed to be here.
He tried to step away, hoping you would be safer if you had some distance, but he would always find you within arm's reach.
You kept smiling and being yourself despite everyone around you waiting for one mistake to drag you down.
You were the only one who was a genuine friend to him, wanting nothing in return but his company.
While you were rough around the edges as a noble, you were a gem as a person, always lending a helping hand to those in need.
You were also the only one who would accompany him during his trips to the orphanages or outreach programs.
He would even catch you volunteering, hosting charities, or helping others with your own pocket money.
So when he saw you jumping into traffic to save a child, tattering your outfit in the process but smiling in relief to see the child was safe, he knew he couldn't let you go.
William James Moriarty
The first time you heard about William was from Albert about how he met a genius orphan who knew how to read advanced books at a young age and even gave advice to adults despite being a child.
And now, here you were on a playdate with him and his younger brother.
You tried getting close to the two, seeing how Albert praised them and wanted to get to know them better.
But you couldn't help but notice an invisible wall around the two brothers. Especially William.
While William was friendly from the start, you noticed something lurking behind his smile.
This didn't stop you from trying to be friends with them, though.
Relying on Albert's stories (and Albert himself), you tried getting close to William through his intellect.
Reading books together, visiting museums and art galleries, going to the public library, even showing him your own textbooks from your school.
His teasing you for your wrong answers was not welcomed, though.
Whenever you would ask him something, no matter how absurd, he always entertained you and gave you an answer.
During your talks, you would always have tea and snacks ready, considering how some of them would last for hours.
Slowly, William started to make the first move and approach you.
Offering to teach you lessons you found difficult, offering a tea party, or suggesting somewhere new for you four to visit.
Despite noticing the distance between you two getting smaller, you could still feel the invisible wall between you.
However, this didn't stop you from befriending the boy and treating him like the kid he was.
When he first met you, he thought you were only interesting, seeing as you were the reason he and Louis got adopted in the first place.
When he would approach you, it was only to feed your curiosity, seeing as you had a lot of questions about different things.
He would always give you an answer, watching your expression change as you listen to him.
Slowly, he started enjoying talking to you, amused at how you would find interest in the most bizarre things, ranging from random trivia to high-level knowledge.
That was until he found out you were asking for advice on how to put on successful charities and programs to help people.
When you revealed to him your plans to make a hospital for the impaired, you were proud of yourself for surprising the boy.
Even more when you told him you'd make sure to give him the recognition he deserved.
Considering how his intellect was only used for simple things such as growing flowers or for schemes like robbing a bank, you were a refreshing change of pace.
Now whenever you would ask him something, he would try to guess what you had planned through your questions, sometimes even teasing you when he got it right (which was all the time).
It became a little game between you two, one which he would look forward to and catch himself smiling at the sight of you.
Louis James Moriarty
Louis was the hardest one to become friends with.
He never left William's side and would keep his eyes on you.
Whenever you tried to talk to Louis, he only gave you short answers.
However, this didn't faze you as you kept trying to find a middle ground.
Not surprisingly, he would liven up whenever you would mention or compliment William.
Much to the boy's dismay, who is usually no farther than three feet away from you both.
Considering he had heart surgery, you tried to be considerate and only hang out at the Moriarty manor to spend time with him.
This was how you found out how he was treated by the staff.
While the butler treated you better for being a guest, you didn't excuse his treatment of Louis.
Now, you always help Louis with his chores and glare at the butler whenever Louis mentions the things he made him do.
One day, you offhanded mentioned how strong Louis must have been, going through everything he had.
Surprised by the sudden compliment, he mutters how untrue it was and what a burden he was to his brother.
This made you shower him with praise, saying he should be more confident in himself.
After that, Louis started warming up to you. Even greeting you as soon as you arrive with a smile on his face.
You may have bragged to Albert about being the first one to befriend Louis out of you two.
At first, he was wary of you. Despite knowing you were also adopted, he didn't trust you.
But you would always make an effort to get to know Louis, even doing chores with him and defending him whenever you visit.
You never looked at him with pity and treated him just like another kid.
Whenever you and his brothers would play, you would always invite Louis and even pull him along, whether it was just hanging out in the manor or visiting some exotic spot in the city.
You would always listen and pay attention to him, making sure he was heard and seen by others whenever he spoke up.
And whenever he spoke ill of himself, you try to boost his confidence and point out his good points with clear eyes.
So when you called him strong and said how much he meant to you and his brothers, he knew you weren't lying.
Slowly, Louis started warming up to you and even clinging to you, which didn't go unnoticed by you three.
You may have cried tears of joy while William and Albert clapped for you.
Now, he considers you one of his trusted confidants and was always the first to greet you, even preparing your favorite tea and snacks in advance for your visits.
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Hot teach
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader
Summary: you force Joel to go ice-skating
Warnings: none I think, just Joel being a touchy menace
A/n: I'm not gonna lie, I wrote this mostly for myself cause I went icekating today and a girl is obsessed and I couldn't help but wonder how it would have been with my man. also i do be a lil bit tipsy so forgive me if this isn't really all that great, i just wanted to write something cute to daydream about when im falling asleep
"oh c'mon babe you're not even trying!" you laughed, watching as he gripped the banister for dear life
"I am, trust me I am, this thing it's just hard" he grunted, almost falling in the process of trying to look at you
"Joel Miller" you stated, moving so you were in front of him "You've done harder things in your life" you said, raising an eyebrow, "now c'mon, take my hands and get away from there"
He sighed, looking down at those deathly ice skates attached to his feet
"darlin' if I die 'cause of this I'll be real mad"
"you won't die" you chuckled, holding out your hands for him "now c'mon, hold onto me"
And with great difficulty, and very very slowly, he managed to do it, he was finally away from the edge of the skate rink.
"there, see, wasn't that hard"
"I wouldn't say that exactly"
"oh shut up" you rolled your eyes "Now just like I taught you: bend your knees, then lift one foot, and try to gly"
You watched as he just stood there, looking at you uncertainly
"I'll be here the whole time, I won't let go" you promised, trying to calm his nerves
"sweetheart I don't know if I'm cut out for this type of stuff"
You smiled, reducing the distance between you
"You can do it, baby" you murmured, kissing his cheek "Just give it a try, trust me"
And so he did, almost falling, but he did nonetheless.
"there" you grinned "that was good"
"you ain't gotta lie now doll" he shook his head "Those kids over there are doing better than me" he joked, his eyes going to a group of 10-year-olds to your right
You couldn't help but laugh
"I meant for the first try" you explained "You just need a little practice"
That's how the next half hour passed: practicing.
He kept holding onto you as you skated backward to follow his movements while he moved towards you, and with time, he was even able to skate by your side, his hand still in yours and at a speed slower than a turtle's, but still, it was definitely an improvement.
Convincing him to go ice skating with you hadn't been an easy task, but (as always) you had done it. I mean, it was almost Christmas and they had built a big ice skating ring so close to your house, what else were you supposed to do but drag him to it?
"you're basically a professional" You smiled as you took a break, holding on to the edge of the rink
"absolutely" he laughed "I'm sure that kid I almost killed while falling would also agree"
"Oh yes" you giggled "I'm sure he would"
A moment passed, as you let the sound of laughter and Christmas music flow into your ears
"You're beautiful sweetheart" he murmured, his hand now holding your waist and making you face him
"where's that coming from?" you smiled, raising your hand to fix his hair, just for it to fall to his shoulder
"I've been thinking it all day, I was just a little preoccupied before"
"is that right?"
"sure is" he smirked, the distance between you now completely gone "You're hot when you teach me stuff, y'know?"
You laughed "Oh yeah?"
"yeah" he breathed, ghosting his lips "I've got the most gorgeous teacher in the world," he said, a moment before kissing you, like really kissing you, like it didn't matter that people and kids were all around you type of kiss.
You whimpered into his mouth as his hands traveled lower to find your ass through your jeans.
"I know what you're doing mister" you purred, leaving a quick kiss on his lips again
"oh yeah and what's that?" he asked, not giving you time to answer before he was devouring you again, his tongue exploring your mouth ever so heavenly
"I'm sorry to break it to you Miller, but you aren't gerring out of this so easily" you smiled, crushing all his hopes "We've paid for another hour, and I'm not letting it go to waste"
"sugar c'm-"
"don't even try baby" You shook your head, leaving a soft kiss on his reddened nose "you still have a lot of practice to do" you smirked, "but hey at least you've got a hot teach"
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im so obsessed with your theme and your writing woah
could you maybe do a tom kaulitz x fem!reader and like how they met and how he started catching feelings and confessed
it can be headcanons or an imagine it really doesnt matter, but just something along those lines like maybe she went to their school or something
up to you love!!
Thank you for the req anon!! I had soo much fun writing this ^.^
Tom’s Confession
Tom Kaulitz fluff imagine + mini fic
when you first meet, you definitely do something that catches his attention other than just being attractive
maybe you offer to give him the answers to the homework without him even asking, or you compliment a new piece of clothing he got
whatever it is that you do, he will not stop talking about it to Bill.
“Can you believe that she did that? Oh and she’s so beautiful too! And smart, I bet she gets really good grades.”
subconsciously stops paying/giving any attention to other girls since he met you
he’ll talk about you glancing at him in the hallway for weeks.
eventually, Bill will get so tired of him constantly talking about you and he’ll ask why Tom has such a big crush on you.
“Wait— What? I don’t have a crush on her,”
“Yes you do dude, she’s all you ever talk about anymore.”
it takes Tom a minor argument with his brother to realize he’s completely head over heels for you, but once he does he’s always trying to impress you
raises his hand in class to answer the teacher, and gets it wrong confidently. you chuckle at him and he gets so flustered.
overworks himself in gym class to try to impress you, but his face is all red and he’s so sweaty when he tries to talk to you afterwards.
you see him defending Bill from a few bullies and the next time you see him you tell him that was a really nice thing for him to do for his brother
“Oh! Yeah of course, I mean, Bill’s my brother— and my best friend— how could I not?”
he’s so fidgety talking to you, and after Bill teases him for not being his usual confident self around you
even his bodyguard knows about you because he talks about you so much
when you guys are in class together he literally watches you the whole time
one time, he asked you for a pencil and you forgot to ask for it back and he’s treasured it ever since
Bill subtly trips him in front of you to tease Tom and then calls Tom a fumble foot when talking to you later on
he’s always “accidentally” bumping into you between classes but it’s so obvious it wasn’t accidental at all
learns your schedule so that he can awkwardly wave at you in the halls
during your last period of class, one that you share with Tom, a teacher asks if anyone will volunteer to sort some papers for her. you volunteer, and Tom decides that this is his time.
The final bell of the day rings and all the kids shuffle out. The teacher thanks you again for your help and disappears out of the room too. Tom and Bill are leaving the school together when Tom stops his brother and their bodyguard.
“Oh, I think I forgot my notebook in class,” He says nervously, “I’ll go grab that real quick,”
Bill shoots him a speculative look but after a beat, just nods in agreement.
Tom begins to walk back towards the school doors and yells back: “Pull the limo back around for me, okay?”
As Tom’s footsteps echo through the empty hallways, he finds himself more and more anxious. He tongues at the metal ring that decorates his bottom lip and clears his throat, going over his “lines”. Mouthing the words that he’s sure he’s going to say to you. He’s never been one to be nervous around girls, but for some reason you flip that switch in his brain. He makes it to the doorway of the classroom and peaks in. He sees you there, and his heart is in his throat. Letting out one last deep breath, he nods to himself.
He knocks on the door frame. You turn around, a stack of papers in your hand, and smile. “Oh, hey stranger.” She says warmly, “Forget something?”
He clears his throat and steps into the room, twiddling his thumbs. “No, actually. I was hoping I could talk to you.” Tom finally looks up at you and your eyes meet for a moment.
You set down the stack of papers and lean your hip on a desk, “Sure, what’s up?”
He sighs and walks a bit closer to you. “So.. um…” Hesitation laces his voice, his unsureness now bubbling up. But he looks at you again, and he’s sure he has to do this. “I’ve had this… feeling.. about you for quite some time,” Chewing on his bottom lip, he tries to figure out how to articulate this unfamiliar feeling of, well, adoration.
He winces and continues to speak, “I just think that you’re so wonderful, it’s not just your beauty, but- but your kindness and um…” He clears his throat and looks at you nervously. Your eyes are slightly wide and you slowly nod your head.
“I really like you.” He finally says. It feels like a great weight has been lifted off of him by this admission, and now all he can worry about is whether or not you reciprocate.
You sigh and let out an exasperated chuckle, “Really?” You ask. It seems to good to be true. A rockstar really likes you? I mean he’s been particularly friendly to you so far but this is… a touch more than friendly.
He nods his head nervously, thinking the worst from your reaction. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” He chokes out, rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes.
“I do.” You say softly. His face lights up and he looks at you with full eyes, “You do?” With a small smile you nod. He beams and places his hands on your shoulders, shaking you by them, “You do!” Excitement paints his face and you can’t help but chuckle in return.
You two stand there for a moment, just giggling. Suddenly, he gasps and looks at the doorway, “The limo!” He says nervously, “They’re waiting on me!”
He turns back to you and leans down to kiss your cheek, “See ya tomorrow!” He shouts back as he makes a break for the limousine.
When he finally slams the door to long black vehicle, Bill’s looking at him with an unimpressed expression. Tom’s cheeks are flushed and he’s out of breath.
“Did she say yes?” Bill asks nonchalantly, crossing his arms.
A moment of silence hangs between them before Tom smiles wide, “She said yes.” Bill’s unimpressed expression breaks and he smiles.
“Dude I’m so proud of you!” Bill says excitedly as he raises his hand up for a high-five. Tom slaps his hand against Bill’s and squeals like a school girl.
“And I kissed her cheek!” Tom gushes.
Bill chuckles and shakes his head, “Good for you, Tomi.”
Tom hadn’t been this happy in a while, he couldn’t be any more glad that he had finally confessed to his favorite girl.
deine, kirsche. ✮
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hi ok so. uh let me sum up quickly. Call me S, im f19, i was born female but have an intersex condition causing excess Androgen's and Testosterone and the older i get the more infertile i get. most people with my condition cant have kids after 25. I am STEM major in college in my second year and dont want to drop out but i have the worlds biggest breeding kink and especially a forced breeding kink/cnc/rape/etc. My boyfriend is long distance and ftm and im a virgin.
I want a baby so unbearably badly and im getting more and more horny about it and my kinks are getting more and more focused on someone breeding me and it not being my fault because i just want someone else to make the decision to get me pregnant so i can have a baby now before i cant. My mom (who i live with as i do college) is always talking about how she wants grandkids and would watch my baby if i got pregnant.....
what do i do? im getting progressively more and more horny every day and im growing desperate.......
There's a lot of things to consider because of the situation as a whole. You're in college which is an incredibly demanding task as it is, being pregnant and then having a baby on top of that is going to make it mentally and physically more difficult to focus and complete your classes. If your mom is open to helping with caretaking that's wonderful, but you're still one of the parents and therefore need to make sure you have ample time to care for the baby as well, for a lot of different reasons from bonding to developmental and beyond. If you're in a long term relationship and want to stay with your boyfriend, this is a huge thing to discuss and there's a laundry list of things to begin with. There's also financial situations, childcare situations if/when your mom can't assist, healthcare situations, custody if another person is involved and that's your route, sperm donor research if that's your route, pre-screening for health issues before pregnancy, living situations, etc.
Breeding kinks are so much fun, they're fun to indulge in, but the reality behind them is you're not just doing it for a kink. You're creating another life that will have to navigate through the world like the rest of us and if you want to do so, you need to make sure you have every t crossed and i dotted to give them the best life you can.
Time is obviously a huge factor but what are the alternative options? Can you freeze your eggs at all? What are the recent advancements in medicine? If you're interested more in the pregnancy side of things, is surrogacy an option instead?
Don't rush into things because you're horny, find a safe outlet for your needs and make logical decisions. The smart decision is to keep everyone involved in the decision making process who you want involved in the raising process. Also do research on costs right now. The average cost of daycare in my area is $4000 a month. Imagine how much you'll spend on diapers, clothes, doctors visits, formula if you don't breastfeed, baby food when they're eating solids, etc.
The best advice I can give you is do extensive research first. You're limited on time but you need to be fully educated on the matter before you even begin to make decisions.
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WAILING @theshakespearetrash sent me 2 ask memes for Boromir asks (who is very much Not my OC skfhshfjjs but I will Always do character analysis I love character analysis so much. rotating him so fast in my brain. microwaving him on high)
+ not to be a kinnie on main (voice of a man who is always a kinnie on main) but I will be answering these all w/ a sort of Boromir-lives scenario in mind -w-
anyways ask meme 1 + ask meme 2
1. What memory would your OC rather just forget?
ok I feel like it’s the cop-out answer to say “his fall to the ring” but I feel like Boromir is the sort of person to.. not like stew on things but very much takes the stance of “good or bad, all my choices got me to the current moment and made me who I am.” + I feel like there’s so much tangled up in his fall completely beyond his control where that’s the only memory that he’d like. actively want to erase from his mind
2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?
HM. good with kids. I think unless you’d seen him with Faramir/his cousins when they were younger you wouldn’t guess (he’s a soldier and a very plain man when he’s not putting on a show for his father), but he’s just genuinely great with kids
3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?
loves too much + quick to lose hope. painfully aware of this
4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?
fight response. 100% the kind of man who gets kicked out of a haunted house for punching a scareactor even though he knew a scare was coming. Faramir and Aragorn have both almost gotten throttled bc they unintentionally snuck up on him
5. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?
OOO. When He Is Of Sound Mind, not actually very far. he was raised with the knowledge he would be giving his life to Gondor, whether he died in battle or sat on the throne as steward. add to that the act he puts on for Denethor, everything he does to protect Faramir— he’s a man born to serve. his own wants come last
6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?
it would take. a DESPERATELY long time and an almost complete degradation of his mental state. Boromir arrives in Rivendell in October 3018, and the very next day is the Council, at which point he sees the ring and is IMMEDIATELY influenced by it. yet he doesn’t fully fall to it until the end of February 3019. he’d been fighting its pull for almost four whole months by the time he does anything malicious. resisting the One Ring for FOUR MONTHS. <- reasons why if I see someone call Boromir weak for falling to it I will see red.
7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?
teehee obviously again Boromir is not my OC so I will take this as an excuse to Be A Kinnie + say, I do remember Boromir being returned to us sometime after my coronation. so that’s one way my memories differ from canon, which is sort of an answer to this prompt snfjsjfj
8. Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?
OH YEAH. I mean yeah if we’re talking like actual criminal murder and not just Slaying People On A Battlefield like. yeah 100% he would IF he was within Minas Tirith. you know Denethor would do everything in his power to cover that up lmfao
9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?
YEAH YAYYYY I GET TO MAKE MORE PPL LISTEN TO CROM AND BARONESS!!!!
anyways “have you ever seen a man so strong have you ever seen a man so great when he fights time stands still and everything seems so unreal but deep inside of him this man is torn” what if I bit things about this song
+ also listening to Magnolia and Shock Me by Baroness with Aragorn/Boromir in mind makes me ill. im Unwell.
10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?
HMMMMM The Frankenstein Chronicles gave me brain worms so I might write a Frankenstein-inspired thing at some point. sth sth consequences of divine resurrection
11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?
RAAAAGH. AUTISM TIMEEEEE.
Boromir uses a hand-and-a-half arming sword (meaning it’s balanced for single or double-handed use, with a crossguard). it’s a really elegant sword, very simple and utilitarian. speaks to an adaptable combat style as well. but, interestingly? Boromir carries a Rohirric shield, and if you notice Rohirric swords don’t actually HAVE crossguards the way Gondorian blades do. this tracks, and was common with Roman and early Germanic swords— BECAUSE these cultures were Also relying on shields for blocking.
and an additional note, Faramir’s sword is single-handed. so we’ve got a ranger who prefers the use of a bow and hasn’t experimented much with his sword combat, and his brother who prefers a sword and carries a very versatile blade with 1) a Rohirric shield and 2) a ranger’s vambraces designed to protect his arms from a (nonexistent) bowstring. I just find Boromir’s mix of protective gear so interesting, esp if you consider he and Théodred as at LEAST friends. like Boromir carries so much of the people he cares for with him into strange lands even when he (arguably) has little need for such gear
12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?
yes and no. I think, not consciously? but he absolutely values himself lower than the people he cares for. he goes to Rivendell to keep Faramir out of danger, he takes multiple arrows to the chest and keeps fighting to defend Merry and Pippin. I think if there’s a risk of someone he loves getting hurt, all self-preservation goes out the window
13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?
oh I would be staring at him like a predatory animal and trying to psychically convince him to lay on me in full armor
14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?
HGH. ok I don’t think he necessarily. does?? and this is generally a Silly Little Headcanon bc of a comment a Most Beloved Friend made abt how everyone gets their autism from their dad (real+true) + now in my head “haha Faramir got his autism from Boromir instead” BUT. like genuinely I don’t think Boromir has an actual image of himself in his head or like processes that ppl perceive him, necessarily. and particularly when his father is holding him up as this aspirational figurehead for Gondor, like… I think he’s just himself, in his head. idk how to describe it well for the neurotypical ppl in the room snfskfjs sorry. like I don’t process myself as having Traits so ppl tell me they think I’m cool or funny or they enjoy being around me and it’s always like “!!! oh!” + I think Boromir is the same way. I think Faramir could describe Boromir to him + Boromir would just be like. “huh.”
15. Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?
it’s Sean Bean + it will always be Sean Bean. sorry other Boromirs you simply pale in comparison
16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like?
VERY high by necessity. he’s a soldier he’s absolutely patched up his own injuries before, at least to hold over until he could see an actual healer
17. What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?
ahh. I wrote a very personal fic exploring self harm urges w/ Boromir, so I suppose that
18. Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?
very personable, when he’s of sound mind sndnsj
19. How does your OC behave when enraged?
oh he’s a silent anger type for sure. just seethes quietly. hello, consequences of spending time in an environment where you have no actual outlet for your anger + must simply sit there and Stew.
20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?
again, When He’s Of Sound Mind, no. the man’s got a big heart and life’s too short to be petty
21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?
hitting him with the autism beam bc I can. I do also think he’s lost at least partial use of his arm in a Boromir Lives scenario, considering where the first arrow struck him
22. What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?
HMMM neutral good. he’s not chaotic enough to be.. chaotic (lol), and I think he’s too willing to go against Gondorian Popular Opinion to be lawful.
23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?
HMMMMM pain, actually. or “weakness.” I think if he can quantify it in his head as “showing weakness” then it’s getting stuffed in a mental box and Not Addressed
24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?
ok well. None. I think with his circumstances he had zero choice in his path. HOWEVER. I am deeply DEEPLY fond of Boromir learning how to play an instrument after the war ends. I STILL struggle to blow my wassail horn that shit takes SKILL that I do not currently have and Boromir was the BEST at blowing his horn?????? I think he deserves to learn how to play an instrument, esp bc Aragorn, Merry and Pippin would ALL be delighted to have Boromir play while they sing. Boromir learning hobbit folk songs????? Rohirric songs, to honor Théodred?? yeagh.
25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?
HES SO. FUNDAMENTALLY LOVING. love is such a core aspect of his character he is so wholly loving that the ring has NO CHOICE but to try to twist that love. bc it’s all Boromir has. love. im going to throw up abt him.
AAAAAAAAAND:
alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?
has he ever BEEN completely alone? mm, no. has he ever felt that isolated? I think absolutely, by the time the fellowship leaves Caras Galadhon. obviously he doesn’t deal with it well el oh el.
as for how he acts when no one’s around to see him… I don’t think much changes, tbh. he’s not the kind of man to Perform for anyone except his father, and then with the express purpose of placating the man and keeping his ire towards Faramir to a minimum
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
been betrayed? hm. truthfully, no, though I’m certain he felt betrayed by Aragorn’s reluctance to be anything resembling a king.
has He betrayed someone? Technically Yes, though again, if we apply the qualifier of “When He’s Of Sound Mind” the answer is no. his betrayal comes under the influence of a Malicious Magical Artifact Which Has Been Fucking With His Mind For Months, so.
bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?
ooo, hm. I think not, actually, though it is a fun little idea for angst
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
gestures wildly at canon. I mean that’s his lowest. we’ve all seen it.
desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?
again, canon— to see his people safe. he’s very open with that desire, lol
failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?
AH. canon again. though what he does to move past it… mm. quite a lot of atonement, I think. perhaps of the self-destructive, working-himself-too-hard variety. I do think speaking with Faramir about *his* experience with the ring would help, because Boromir is the first to hold Faramir up as this sort of paragon of Goodness. so I think to know *Faramir* was tempted would help him better ground his experiences as, like…. Not A Deep Moral Failure Exclusive To Himself
fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
ehehe. this is one thing I’ve touched on in a Faramir-centric fic, but the idea that the ring showed Boromir visions of Faramir dying at Denethor’s hand should he fail to return with the ring.
had Boromir lived to discover Denethor had nearly burned Faramir alive…… Mmmm. mmmmmmmm.
future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?
worst possible? if he’d actually managed to claim the ring. I shan’t elaborate -_-
ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?
MM. his own actions. dead friends, dead loved ones. though if you mean literally, haunts him, I do like to think that Théodred’s Oðr pays Boromir a visit every now and again
guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?
see above. handles it?? mm. atonement, again. direct action. he accepts it and does what he can to make it right
hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?
HATE? Orcs, probably. Sauron. that tentacle motherfucker outside Moria. he’s not a hateful man, so. shrugs.
heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?
that ended badly in the interpersonal sense? mm, unlikely. more ended badly in the “somebody fucking died” sense.
I do think he had One (1) fledgling romance in Dol Amroth that ended with the other squire dying and that was sort of the catalyst for “ah. If I love people they’ll Probably Die, so maybe I won’t do that” baggage that he didn’t really unpack until, I think, Théodred. add the additional layers of Denethor Being Denethor and Boromir having such great standards to live up to…. with all the love in my heart, that relationship only happened bc Théodred saw Boromir, went “I need to fuck that Gondorian so bad it makes me look stupid” and proceeded to work his way through 1700 layers of gondorian mental bullshit just so he could suck some dick (me too bestie)
hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?
hm. my first instinct is to say “not much” but ultimately I think he’d hide anything he can quantify as “weakness.” his own distress, any physical pain if he needs to be up and moving, etc. he’s only able to share that earnest moment with Aragorn in Caras Galadhon bc of Galadriel’s influence. he’s not used to being seen. so, if there is sth that would hold him back from fulfilling his duty as a soldier it is absolutely getting hidden/ignored.
hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?
hm. not necessarily Hunted, but I do think he is followed by Denethor’s expectations. it’s sth I’ve talked abt in another ask + that I go into in the costuming doc but such a key element of Denethor’s design is his son’s motifs but Richer, Grander. so… I do think Boromir is constantly alert of, like, how his father will perceive him, bc there is this very insidious sort of competition, this need for Denethor to show his sons up (whether a conscious need or not). and I do think that would weigh on Boromir quite heavily
mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?
mm again I think he only really wears a mask/performs for Denethor. anyone else would be too much effort for too little reward. at least if he plays Golden Son for his father, it keeps Faramir from being harassed as much
however, as for who gets to see him when he’s.. not just unmasked but actually RELAXED… Faramir, his uncle and cousins, Théodred, Aragorn, the others in the fellowship but particularly Merry and Pippin
midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?
does he have nightmares? oh definitely. what he does in the small hours of the night? depends. if he’s on campaign/traveling/otherwise away from Minas Tirith he will either lay there in his bedroll and Think (bad) or get up and write letters. depends entirely on where he’s stationed/who he’s with. if he Is at home in Minas Tirith, I expect he just goes for a walk + looks at the sky
mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?
I think I’ve pretty much answered all of this above, so skfjsjdh
monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?
nah, he’s not ❤️🩹
nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?
answered w midnight for the most part— I’ll just add that no, he wouldn’t really talk about his nightmares. that requires showing vulnerability lol. I think Théodred and Aragorn are the only two who could coax him into speaking about his nightmares/fears (he wouldn’t want to burden Faramir with such nonsense)
pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?
answered sorta (yes he has a high pain tolerance) but worst pain? gonna go with three orc arrows to the chest
secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?
HMMMM again I don’t think there are many secrets. I do think if Denethor found out he liked men it would be disastrous
skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?
hm. I think he’s generally at ease with himself, or at least content with Not Thinking About These Things. I think, had he directly survived the arrows, he would have to grapple with like. the idea that he did prove Aragorn’s fears about men correct (whether Aragorn would agree with him or not)
torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?
Four Months Of Slow Mental Degradation Due To An Accursed Magical Artifact!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉
(no he wouldn’t torture anyone else)
wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?
hm. He would say mostly physical wounds. I’d argue a mix of both. he’ll accept as much care as he needs to stay on his feet and fighting. worst wound is definitely still arrows lol
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Hi! A bit of a weird ask here, hope you don't mind. (I swear it's not meant in bad faith)
So, I'm new to the fandom. I'd wanted to watch the show for a while and I finally found time. I did like it, and all the characters, esp Hen and Buck.
Even previous to watching it, I had seen many posts about Buddie. I didn't think much of it until I watched the show. And now I can say... I don't see it. Like, from Buck's side? Sure. But from Eddie's? Not so much.
They both clearly act like Christopher's co-parents a lot, and that's where I'm like "oh, maybe there IS something". But outside of that, I actually see their interactions as mostly platonic. And when I see people talk about it, I see mostly about how Eddie completely trusts Buck with his son (which I agree with and makes a good point), but not much else.
So, what am I missing? Sometimes some characters are harder for me to "read", so I know there could be stuff that I'm missing. What interactions do you see from them that are so clearly romantic (at least more so than they are platonic)? In which ways do you see Eddie showing feelings for Buck?
Sorry about such a long ask. This might be more of a rant (oops). I just really want to understand, bc everyone's so sure... and I'm not. (Also, thanks for reading if you got this far)
So i’m obviously not going to tell you thst your interpretation is wrong- art is subjective and your interpretation of things is completely valid.
that being said, to me i see myself in eddie in a lot of ways:
- only son in the family, so i had unrealistic expectations fixed on me about what my life as a “man” should look like (im not a man, im nonbinary but i was still amab so to my parents i’ve always been a ‘man’)
- raised in a very religious household where there were certain expectations on who i would one day marry and have a family with (because not getting married at all and never having kids was out of the question)
- i was repressed for years emotionally (and sexually) due to pressure from my parents/church and thought there was something “wrong” with me for the feelings i felt
- i often revert to anger as my default defense mechanism because i have repressed my emotions for so long (which is something i am working through in therapy)
so seeing those things i relate to reflected in eddie, it is easy for me to pick up on subtext (whether intentional or not) when it comes to his sexuality/feelings for Buck.
you mentioned eddie trusting buck with christopher— to me this is one of the clearest examples of eddie’s true feelings for buck because he completely trusts the most precious thing in his life with Buck, but he has never even come close to that same kind of trust with any of his romantic partners… even shannon he was apprehensive about letting her back into chris’s life. this means he trusts buck on a level he has never trusted anyone else before— and not to get into psychology, but often when people are repressed emotionally, they find ways to feed those feelings without overtly feeding them if that makes sense. so eddie giving chris (who is practically his whole heart) to buck is essentially eddie offering up his heart on a platter.
so that gets that one out of the way.
as for other examples… i am going to state again that eddie is more repressed than buck and doesn’t show emotion as easily as buck does so Buck’s attraction/feelings are going to be more clear-cut and obvious.
but i am constantly seeing examples of eddie’s feelings for buck interwoven subtly through things:
- crying over buck after the lightning strike when we had only ever seen him cry twice before
- the hurt in his face when buck said natalia was the only person who “saw” him
- the way that he gets overly jealous and acts petty around buck’s romantic partners (the most egregious being Taylor, but we have seen it happen in his other relationships as well)
- the fact that he has never been able to fully allow himself to have feelings for the women he’s dated
- he is looking for a mother figure (second parental unit for chris) but has already effectively filled that role with buck
- he is constantly looking at buck like he hung the stars and the sun and the moon
- he has only started going off the deep end of this fixation with shannon after buck came out to him, and he is onyl actively remembering their relationship as what he wished it had been rather than what it was— something i used to do back when i was still in denial about my sexuality was imagining this dream life where i was happily married to a woman because that is what i was supposed to want, not because it’s what i actually wanted
- eddie is the only one who has shown he understands buck’s recklessness is less him being reckless/thinking he’s unbreakable, but that it’s actually buck seeing himself as invaluable enough that getting hurt wouldn’t affect anyone around him
- one of my favorite scenes is post lightning-strike when eddie climbed the ladder and instead of trying to lower buck to the ground immediately, he initially tries to pull buck closer to him while screaming for him
the list could go on and on and if anyone else wants to leave their observations on eddie’s feelings for buck in the replies by all means please do! but these are just a few ways in which i have personally seen eddie’s devotion to buck portrayed in a light that is much deeper than a platonic level.
i hope this made sense and offers a new perspective for you, and i’m glad that even though you haven’t seen enough evidence in your own interpretation, your first instinct isn’t to jump down people’s throats to tell them they are wrong, but instead reaching out and asking for other opinions to better contextualize why us buddie shippers are so invested in these two!
(and never apologize for a long ask to me… if there’s one thing about me i love to yap lmao)
i hope you have a lovely day, anon!! 💕💕
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Been feeling pretty down on myself and where I am in life, i want kids, i know i do, but the way my life is now it feels like such an impossible goal, i can feel myself trying to rationalize not having them, that there are other things I can enjoy instead of having kids, and when i catch myself thinking that it makes me feel just as awful, im not planning on giving up on my goals, but lately their feeling more like dreams than any chance of my reality
Hey there, Anon.
For starters, big hugs for you, okay? Life is complicated on the best of days, and thinking through the added intricacies of actually spawning another human being on top of that is bound to leave anyone's brain in knots.
I completely understand the need to justify your thoughts and feelings and balance them with what's realistic. It's not easy. But please remember that YOU should be your ultimate priority. Your physical, mental, and financial health, for starters. Can you handle having kids and all of the chaos they'll bring to your life? Can you afford to feed and clothe them for the next 18+ years? Do you have someone who can help you support them and raise them? There's a whole hell of a lot to think about. And for some people, that means that having kids will have to remain a dream, and that's okay.
Try not to be hard on yourself for thinking about the big picture. The fact that you're putting thought into all of this means that you're acting responsibly, and that's a huge part of the process. If actually having kids means that you wait a little longer to be in a better place to do so, there's no shame or harm in that.
Rather than trying to talk yourself out of having them, try to think about what you will need to achieve your dream in both the short and long term. That might mean looking for a better job, or finding a more stable partner, or saving up money to meet those inevitable baby bills. Try to break your big goal up into smaller bite-sized pieces so you can see the progress you're making, rather than be overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of your dream's existence.
We all hit low periods in life, Anon. But we don't have to be stuck there. Keep your chin up. You've got a lot more strength and perseverance than you realize, and becoming a parent doesn't have to be a pipe dream. ❤️
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my G5 mane six redesigns! + how they look in my AU. also obv they have how i made them in ponytown beforehand for reference. i talk about my decisions below the cut :p
i changed sunnys cutiemark from 'generic shooting star' to a sign with two overlapping stars because i feel like it fit her whole 'standing up for what she believes and wanting everyone to come together' thing.
i changed hitchs from a cop badge with a horseshoe to being an admittedly rough version of a judges hammer and paw print. hes not a cop in mine because like... no. but he still cares about the law and what hes told is right, and also obviously still has animals following him around just because he exists :p
im not completely satisfied with him, i wanted his hair to be closer to his ponytown counterpart, and i still think the cutiemark could use some work, but it gets the point across. i kept the sash because its a fun accessory and it gives 'kid in school thats always bossing people around to keep in line based on the rules' to me. hall monitor? we didnt have those in my school but hall monitors on tv are similar LOL
i changed zipps from a plain lightning bolt with a crown because like. okay sure shes a princess but she really didnt seem to care much for that role, and she still doesnt care for it in my au. i liked how she was meant to be detective-like so i kept that aspect and gave her a magnifying glass while keeping the lightning bolt within it.
i kept izzys, pipps, and mistys cutiemarks the same. pipp is still a princess-y musical pony, izzy is still a creative DIY queen, and misty is still... well to be completely honest i still cant put her whole thing into words but i still liked the concept so yeah.
i leaned a little bit into their names with some of them. starscout, storm, petals. felt like it wouldve been too much to do it with all of them, especially since not all of them have spots on their legs. and yes, star shaped freckles. mistys freckles are supposed to be butterfly shaped but its hard to do that with them that small...
i kept all their haircolors basically the same even if i changed the hair for basically all of them. i thought it would add a lot to actually have different hair textures and for them to not all be pastel ponies, even if it is the pastel pony franchise. plus i remembered the criticism about how the only pony with actually textured hair was the one working with the villain and how unfair and weird that was.
i wanted pipp to actually still have the same hair shape as her canon counterpart but i couldnt figure out the little bendy part :'] thats on me though
i know mistys hairdye is meant to match her cutiemark, but i kinda didnt like that it just completely covered up her natural hair color, and i liked her natural hair colors so i kept them *and* the dye.
also zipps monocle is literally just cause its like cartoonishly detective-y and i thought it would be cute and dorky. girl who was raised in a castle imitating her favorite detective stories. idk maybe theres one like that in their world cause i thought sherlock in our world had one but i. am realizing i dont think he did. too bad for him
#my post#my little pony#mlp#sunny starscout#hitch trailblazer#izzy moonbow#zipp storm#pipp petals#misty brightdawn#my little pony redesign#my art#also yes mistys second form is slightly thicker on purpose#girl was prob not eating right with opaline lol#also i tried to make pipps face marking match her ponytown self but uhhh. couldnt find a way that didnt look. like a dick#I REALLY WANTED TO FIND A WAY but i just settled on a heart#also yes im doing fantastically unrealistic shaped markings THEYRE MAGICAL PONIES <3 they should have more unrealistic aspects tbh
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The Old and the Restless
The first episode to include another Spencer! Now, granted we don’t get much here other than henry doesn’t seem to get along with his dad and maybe doesn’t like the idea of his son being around him. Plus, I don’t think he’s ever mentioned again. I was hoping the introduction to grandpa spencer would give us some kind of reason for why henry is so controlling. We could possibly infer, strictly based on his personality, that grandpa spencer wasnt the most responsible and that henry, as elder brother, took on the brunt of taking care of the family. I mean, you could possibly even go as far as to say grandpa spencer had some run in’s with the law and thats how henry got interested in it- out of spite of his own father and thus leading to the idea that spencer sons resenting their fathers is like a family curse (i think thats actually a thing? I have a vague memory of someone saying it at least). But again, this is all speculation because we never see him again. Grandpas also act differently with their grandkids than their own kids too so who’s to say what it was like for henry growing up. Either way, this flashback really emphasizes how strict henry was, and the more flashbacks i see, the more saddened i get by how downtrodden little shawn is every time he shows up. Liam visibly shrinks when he sits next to him, its heartbreaking. But im glad his grandpa stuck up for him (which is probably why he never saw him again).
The way they pop up here makes me snicker
I love the fast one they played on henry! Shawn knew there was no way he would help unless he thought he could use it as an opportunity to show him up (because his dads a grade A asshole).
I also have no respect for men who call other men girls as an insult, especially when one of those men is his own fucking son. So you gotta imagine shawns heard that kind of bullshit his whole life, so i kind of give him a pass when he makes fun of gus for not being manly enough, though thankfully that seems to dissipate in later seasons so we can call it character growth (though i think it was just the writers, or maybe james, who decided it wasn’t very funny and just hurt the character). Henry has a lot of ground to cover before he can get redeemed in my book. He’s just the worst. im having a much harder time with henry during this rewatch.
Gus is being absolutely adorable here. This episode really made it seem like Gus was henrys kid too, not only because he’s completely comfortable sleeping on his shoulder (I’ve never felt that close to my friends parents at least) but also because he’s giving shit to henry as much as shawn is and i love it! It makes sense too considering how often gus was at his house, henry practically raised him as well.
This is a semi good shawn vs. henry episode. I wish they would have highlighted better how shawn and henry gather their information in different ways but it was more like Henry got some pieces and shawn got pieces but neither had the complete picture so they ended up just working together instead of against. I think i’d have preferred if henry was seeing all the same stuff but shawn actually came to the right conclusion, or that shawn showed kindness to the right person and got the key piece of info that way because ultimately its how he connects with people that separates him from henry (simply because henry is pretty good at seeing the same stuff shawn does a lot of the times is all).
“Just this time im going to teach you a lesson” just this time??? Thats literally all you do henry! Thats like your whole thing!
The way Henry says this makes it seem like he was struggling to call Gus his life partner haha
Shawn and gus both knew of african gambian pouch rats, so i can only assume they watched a nature documentary together haha Sidenote: i randomly looked up african gambian pouch rat to see what they looked like and they’re being used to sniff out tuberculosis apparently?!? Crazy stuff man.
Lassie just wanted to straight up incarcerate a child. Thank god karen became chief over him- could you imagine??? Shawn would definitely have been locked up in the pilot. Gus wouldve been killed next to mira or something, juliet would still be in miami. Buzz wouldve been fired or killed by that serial killer. So many crimes would’ve been unsolved and so many people would’ve been locked up and innocent. So again, thank god for chief vick.
The indian blood bit gets a pass simply because of the line “they were here first” and gus’ response “im not hating on indians im hating on you” I dont think its terribly offensive but it is a dumb stereotypical joke. It just kind of makes me sigh and shake my head.
Why is gus always trying to get shawn to taste blood?? Does that show up later? Is this a consistent thing? Its just kind of weird considering gus is really squeamish around it? I think its Gus’ way of trying to prank him but he’s like really bad at it haha Also i didn’t like gus’ face there. It made it seem vaguely… nevermind. Its just weird lol
I dont like the B story with juliet and lassie. I think i did at one point because juliet put the fear of god in him and inadvertently that same fear in the others which was fun, but this kids a fucking creep so i don’t think theres any combination of words that would cause this character to suddenly become respectful and it might be the most unrealistic thing to happen on psych, which is truly saying something. Its just one of those scenes you can’t overanalyze so I won’t! Its fun! (But like, thats what im doing here so jk). I did enjoy the “scared straight” subversion moment. Prisons great kids. Its like summer camp. Also his friends name is “white slavery” and idk what to do with that information except point at it with my mouth open in amusement.
I just like how lassie does his “strike two” and im doing that from now on.
Overall its not one of my fave episodes but heres some gifs of some of my fave moments
#sorry it took so long i got obsessed with another fandom#and i didn’t want to do this ep haha#psych#psych tv#psych usa#psych rewatch#shawn spencer#burton guster#shawn and gus#james roday rodriguez#james roday#dulé hill#dule hill#henry spencer#juliet o'hara#carlton lassiter#maggie lawson#timothy omundson#corbin bernsen#these just keep getting longer and longer :/
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too sweet
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eddie looks out the window of his car as he drives through his home town of hawkins. he hadn’t been back in hawkins for awhile, but he knew nothing would change. everyone in this town was afraid of any change as well as anything—or anyone—who was different.
eddie turns as he quickly watches his girlfriend look around. she’d grew up in a much bigger state im a much bigger city. but, she knew what it was like to be an outcast. he wasn’t nervous at all!
eddie knew she’d understand if they ran into someone from his past that was a complete dick. he’d even expected it to happen the whole week they’re here. eddie had grown over time too.
it wasn’t like he’d been afraid of being himself or pretend to be someone else, no! eddie wasn’t gonna let people bully him into being some posh asshole.
it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt sometimes though. whenever he asked a girl out and they’d laugh in his face before telling them whole school what a loser he’d been. now eddie is more confident, though! he made it big. all the people who treated him like shit still lived in hawkins, working some shitty job while he’s out there living the rockstar dream. eddie proved them all wrong!
now he’s bringing his beautiful girlfriend, who’s just as successful as he is, to meet his family and friends and he couldn’t lie, he wanted to show her off. rub his amazing life in their faces.
yn family wouldn’t be coming for a while. they didn’t want to stay in hawkins long so they’ll only been out for here for the final two days the couple planned to stay. they’ll all meet one another, go out to a nice restaurant, and hopefully become one big family. after eddie’s officially gonna ask her to move in with him.
yn moves her hand to caress eddie’s shoulders as they stop at the stoplight and wait for it to turn green. eddie grabs her hand and kisses the back of it. “you nervous?”
yn shakes her head. she’s pretty excited to meet the man that raised eddie! she’d heard nothing but great things about wayne.
“im super excited actually. i can’t wait to meet wayne and everyone else. we’re headed to steve’s and nancy’s tonight, yeah?
“yeah! im excited actually. i get to see my god-kids.” eddie explained.
nancy and steve have three perfect little babies and one on the way. steve’s always wanted a big family. growing up as the only child with your parents never really being around seemed so lonely. steve never wanted that when having kids! he wanted his children to have a good life with loving parents. though steve is a very successful businessman, he still made time for his children! work was important to him, but his family mattered more.
eddie was named god-dad to each of their kids while robin was named god-mom. it’s gonna be nice to see the tiny little harrington’s run around the house again.
“you seem pretty excited!”
“haven’t seen the kids in so long. i love those little rascals!” eddie states.
once eddie finally pulls into the driveway of his old trailer home, he honks to horn and wayne comes out. eddie smiles widely as he opens the car door and wraps his arms around the man that raised him.
“my boy!” wayne whispers as he hugs eddie tightly.
the munson men watch as yn stares at them with such adoration in her eyes. “wayne, this is my girl, yn! yn, this is my uncle wayne.”
yn puts her hand out for him to shake but instead she got a hug herself. yn wraps her arms around wayne before pulling away. “sorry darling, you’re family now! family gets hugs.” yn blushes as eddie wraps his arms around her.
“you two staying here, right? not some hotel room?”
“i told you wayne, it was one time and i was trying to give you privacy.” eddie playfully rolls his eyes.
when corroded coffin made it big and eddie got big money, his first visit to hawkins he got a hotel room about an hour away from hawkins. he wanted wayne to have his privacy and it felt good to be able to spend money knowing he’d have plenty left over. since then, wayne has been teasing him about it. eddie hasn’t gotten a hotel since.
“yeah, we’re staying. ill get our bags.” yn starts before both wayne and eddie tsk and shake their heads.
“no, you’re gonna go inside sit down and relax. eds and i got the bags.”
she was about to protest until eddie kisses her gently. “you heard the man! go.” he smiles at his girlfriend before she nods, walks inside the trailer house, and looks around.
it reminds her of her own place back in houston. she also grew up in a trailer home. she never understood the criticism on trailer homes. she finds them more cozy and comfortable than any home she’s ever been in.
yn felt arms being wrapped around her. she jumps a bit before leaning into eddie’s embrace. “so, what do you think? can you see young eddie running around here?”
yn chuckles and nods. “definitely! i see you sitting on the couch, planning the next campaign to dnd.”
eddie hums.
“that’s the first thing my boy did when he came home. on the couch scribbling in that damn journal. i knew he’d always make something of himself.”
eddie smiles at his uncle. “let me show you to my room. im sure wayne’s left it exactly the same.”
“damn right!”
eddie walks yn to the small hallway. she see three doors. she assumes one’s the bathroom and the other two are bedrooms. eddie opens one bedroom door and the two of them walk in.
eddie’s room is exactly how anyone would imagine. posters of famous rockstars, a few anime posters, his band name right in the middle of the wall, a book self filled with all kinds of fantasy books, photos of his club from high school, and much more.
yn pictured eddie sitting on his bed, writing music for the band that would make it big in the end.
“it’s exactly how i pictured.”
“yeah?”
yn hums.
“i should check out your childhood room. i can imagine what it’ll look like, too.”
“yeah?”
“mhm! probably got many anime characters as well! most likely a small image of, what’s that band called you liked growing up? they’re brothers, on disney or teen nick?”
yn blushes at the thought. she knew he was talking about the jonas brothers. he’d been right though. she did in fact have an hidden image of them in her room. she didn’t want her ‘friends’ to see that photo. she knew they’d make fun of her for having some lame white boy band on her wall.
she grew up in a proximity black neighborhood and went to school with all the kids in her area. liking that stuff wasn’t exactly ‘cool’ to anyone. she already got picked on for liking anime. it’s why she didn’t want eddie meeting her family back home. she didn’t want to see all her old ‘friends’ only to be made fun of for dating him. he’s everything they’d make fun of. eddie had to deal with that his whole life in his own town. he didn’t deserve that somewhere else.
“hey, you disappeared on me. everything ok?” eddie frowns.
yn nods her head. “im good. just a little nervous meeting everyone else.”
eddie kisses the top of her head. “you got nothing to me nervous about, okay? i promise they’re gonna love you, baby.” eddie states as he kisses the top of her head.
a few hours went by and both eddie and yn head to steve’s and nancy’s house. they spot a little girl being pushed on her bike by another little girl who’s slightly older.
eddie smiles as he pulls the car into the driveway and gets out after parking.
“uncle eddie!” the two little girls run towards eddie.
“ava! payton!” eddie opens his arms wide for them.
yn smiles at the sight.
yn soon sees two adults coming out of the house. she recognizes them by the photos eddie’s showed her. steve was holding a little boy. he was about five and favors nancy more than steve.
“rowan! how’s my little guy doing?”
“uncle eds!” he opens his arms out and eddie takes him. “you’ve gotten bigger?”
“mhm! im a big boy now uncle eds! daddy says if i drink all my milk i be strong.”
“that right?”
“welcome home, man! you two have a safe flight?”
“yeah! speaking of, babe, come here.” yn walks over to her boyfriend.
“guys, this is my girlfriend, yn! yn this is steve, his wife nancy, and my three perfect little god children.”
“four, soon!��� nancy states as she runs her hands up and down her small bump.
“did you two find out the sex?”
“another girl. can you believe it?!”
eddie scoffs. he’d say it’s payback for all the girls steve screwed over in high school but, steve already knew. steve told him he’d have the same faith. eddie definitely believes it.
“it’s nice to meet you. eddie told me a lot about you.”
“whatever he says it’s a lie!” steve states.
all four adults laugh before heading inside. “sorry for the mess. with three kids you can barely keep the house clean for more than two hours.” nancy states.
“oh, i get it! i grew up surrounded by my family. it’s never clean.” yn states.
“kids, why don’t you head to the play room, yeah? let the adults talk boring adult talk.”
“but i wanna play with uncle eddie, daddy!” payton, the oldest sibling whines.
“hey, im gonna be here a while kid! we’ll play in a bit!”
“promise?”
“swear it.” payton hums as she kisses her uncle on the cheek before running off with her siblings to their play room.
“so, yn, how’d eddie trick you into dating him?”
eddie scoffs while yn giggles. eddie wraps his arms behind her on the couch.
“eddie is a sweetheart. it barely look convincing to date him. he’s changed a lot of the last six months.”
“next week will make seven.” eddie states with a smirk.
yn blushes as she leans into her boyfriend. she’s never been with anyone who cared enough to remember the day they started dating.
“do i hear wedding bells?” steve smirks. eddie playfully rolls his eyes. “not now. one day, though.” eddie shrugs as if that wasn’t a big deal.
yn knew she wanted to marry eddie. she could see herself walking down the aisle as her uncle gives her away to eddie and her grandmother cries, watching her grand baby get married to the man she loves. seeing it and hearing it is two different things. eddie saying they’ll have that moment meant the world to her.
nancy cheers and claps her hands together.
as the day moves on, eddie ends up playing with the kids with steve while yn and nancy get to know one another a little better. it felt like they’ve known each other their whole life.
eventually yn and eddie had to head back to wayne’s for dinner. they said their goodbyes with promises they’ll be back tomorrow morning to help with the party. everyone would be coming over to their place for the get together since they’re house was much bigger.
once they get back to wayne’s, he’d already made dinner. they all eat, chatting, before they got ready for bed.
“goodnight my sweet girl.” eddie whispers
“goodnight, rockstar!”
#jqhotchner#jqhotchner masterlist#eddie munson x black!reader#eddie stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson series#eddie munson x yn#eddie munson x fem!reader#rockstar eddie munson#too sweet jqhotchner
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Since EPIC has been taking up 90% real estate in my head without paying rent, here goes a series of me ranting about each song <3
The Horse and the Infant
*Entire opening*
I absolutely adore how it starts so quiet, like they're in the horse's belly planning. In my head, that initial rushing sound is a single candle being lit. As Odysseus names people and gets louder, there's more and more light, until on ATTAAAACK!!! the whole Ithacan army comes BURSTING out and it's glorious
Backtracking though,
What do you live for?/What do you try for?/What do you wish for?/What do you FIGHT for?
I used to goof and end on *what do you DIE for* because that's intuitive, but Odysseus directly contradicts that intuition! You can debate or have it coexist whether he's changing the line in that vision of kindness he clings to during the first act or whether he's in denial over the real damage he's causing, but the fact that the line IS this way gives me Feels
And then--
Pe-ne-lo-pe! Pe-ne-lo-pe! And Te-le-ma-cu-us!
The way everything cuts out but but the light strings and ODYSSEUS' OWN FUCKING HEARTBEAT LIKE COME ON! He loves them so much I'm willing to let him commit atrocities.
*insert EPIC battle music*
You can feel the chaos of battle and I don't know how Jay did it but he did and I love it so much
AHHH! *screech*
The sudden shift. Is a new challenger approaching? Sorta. Again, though, almost everything has cut out, but instead of sweet strings and a heartbeat, there's this droning bass like some inexorable, heavy doom approaching, and then there's Zeus, who sounds so imperial and *unfeeling.*
A mission/To kill someone's son/A foe who won't run/Unlike anyone/You have faced before/Say no more!
The clever phrasing is on point, because it tricks us all. And then Odysseus' reply -- he's already so confident, even cocky. He thinks this is some superpowered champ and he's like HELL YEAH ZEUS MA DUDE LEMME AT IM!
*the fucking piano*
It's a lullaby. It's the sound of ice dropping down Odysseus' spine. It's a million memories spinning in his head.
It's just an infant... What sort of imminent threat does he pose...?
The shock, horror, and disbelief... Ow. Odysseus is completely in denial. And then there's almost a scoff to "imminent threat," like he's trying to make Zeus feel like an idiot for fearing a baby, like he'll change his mind.
If you don't end him now, you'll have no one left to save! You can say good bye to -- Penelope -- You can say goodbye to -- Penelope--
DAMN Zeus pulls the Penelope card. AND YET. They say Penelope twice, just like Odysseus did in the beginning... but it feels so intentional that Telemacus is left out. The gods don't dare put the image of Odysseus' baby boy in his head, or this child will have Telemacus' face and Odysseus will fail.
I COULD RAISE HIM AS MY OWN! he will burn your house and throne OR SEND HIM FAR AWAY FROM HOME! find you wherever you roam MAKE SURE HIS PAST IS NEVER KNOWN-- the gods will make him know
Odysseus offering all these TOTALLY REASONABLE AND WORKABLE suggestions because what the fuck is this command, it's a BABY there are so many other ways-- And every sentence, Zeus and the gods are shooting the idea down with increasingly ridiculous excuses. Ok sure, maybe adopting the kid would end in tragedy when the truth comes out. Ok I guess maybe he'd find out elsewhere and track Odysseus down, but like. BUT THE GODS WILL MAKE HIM KNOW? My dude, WHICH GODS? You want the kid to Not Do A Thing? Right? That's why you want Odysseus to kill him? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU "MAKE HIM KNOW" IF HE'S ABLE TO LIVE IN BLISSFUL IGNORANCE IT WOULD SAVE ALL OF FUCKING GREECE A GOOD DEAL OF AGONY!
I'm on my knees for ya! I'm begging please! ... *thunder* *rain* PLEASE don't make me do this, don't make me do this!
He's so desperate. I want to cry. I am also on my knees begging. I just picture Odysseus shaking his head, tears falling, clinging to hope or delusion that Zeus will change his mind. And the rain... even the sky is crying
The blood on your hands is something you won't lose/All you can choose is whose...
This is. A statement of truth? A prophecy? A curse? It gives me chills, though, especially at the end when there's nothing but the last hiss... It feels *unfinished* like there's more to say, and part of it is how the grammar got rearranged to make the rhyme, leaving out a word or two, but since the meaning is still clear, it throws everything else into doubt. There's also the subtle emphasis Zeus puts on *won't*. What the fuck does that mean? Won't as opposed to can't? As though Odysseus could choose to wash his hands but ultimately chooses more bloodshed? Won't as in it's forbidden? Why? Won't as the future tense of don't? Does that mean it's a prophecy, that Zeus is telling Odysseus a neutral fact? WHAT IS THE EMPHASIS FOR?
Final remarks:
Never read the source material, so it was hard for me at first to get invested when there's all these names, but the pure energy and emotion draws you in no matter what, and in the end everything but Odysseus *literally* fades away.
The first MANY times.I listened, up until I watched this one animatic, I was convinced Odysseus turned away and spared the baby. Or better yet, adopted him (bc Im a Bat girlie first lmao). In my head there's a happy AU where Telemacus gets a new baby brother and meets his uncle Polites and everything is beautiful and shut up don't shatter my illusions I KNOW it has to happen bc *theme*
Is it my favorite song in the musical, no, but do I always sing/mouth along once the energy picks up? Absolutely. Overall, Imma go with 6/10
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MEETING DALLAS
Ive never been the type to fall in love.
Especially with a boy who wouldn't be able to love me back.
My Parents weren't around. Ever.
Ive never known them, My grandparents raised me.
My Grandfather is a respected man he built his construction company from the ground up.
He was able to give me and my mom.
A comfortable middle class life.
It was pretty boring.
To me It seems like to be present and known.
Was to be a "Greaser" Or "Soc".
Im not exactly anywhere near them.
My grandmother is a strict old soul.
My Grandparents weren't that old despite being grandparents.
They were in their late three when I was born.
My mother had me at sixteen.
She dropped me off and left when i was only a week old.
My dad was a man even older than my grandparents.
We don't talk about it much.
My grandpa likes to help anyone he can.
So when a family of five, Tragically and suddenly becomes three young "lost boys" as he said.
He took the olde one "in" and gave him a job.
The younger one two.
He some genius and was hired to tutor me.
It embarrassing to have a kid younger than you
treat you like you below him.
Even though I knew that was never his
intention.
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It was a boring Friday late afternoon.
I was heading to Ponyboy Curtis house.
I liked his name it was unique, it was nice to know someone with a unique name.
Like me my name is Estrella.
Star.
My middle name is luna.
I liked my name.
It was the only thing that made me feel special.
It was also the most my mom ever did for me.
Estrella, Luna, Smith.
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I got Pony's house.
I knocked on the door expecting the same
greasy hair boy as usual.
But I saw a brunette, it seemed like he didn't care much for his hair.
Or first impressions.
He was only wearing a pair of dark blue jeans.
"Hey darling, what brings you here" He smiled.
I clutched my books bringing them closer to my chest.
Looking down I quickly and quietly let out.
"Im here for Ponyboy curtis, sir".
"Sir, Com'n don't be so formal doll"
He reached out and grabbed a strand of my hair twirling it around his finger.
"don't" I whispered screamed pushing his hand away from me.
I didn't really want to.
"Hey dal cut it out" Pony came pushing past
him.
"Hey, Star come in" He continued.
I nodded my head walking in.
I felt His Eyes on me, as I walked past him.
Setting my books down on the table.
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The whole time me and Pony were doing our tutoring session he didn't speak.
He just sat there staring or watching TV.
I looked up from my notebook to look at the time.
5:15pm.
"Hey pony, Its time" I nudged his shoulder still looking at the clock.
"Mmhm" Pony rarely talked to me unless needed.
"For what" I heard a the familiar voice I now knew as Dallas Winston say.
I turned over to him.
Not to respond but to study him.
Dallas Winston, Tulsa's bad boy with a record so long he has two folders full downtown.
There was something about him I thought.
There just has to be.
I was shook to out of my thoughts by his words.
"So, is that a yes? Pone what with this gal she just stares".
I was completely confused.
"What? I think it was the loudest I've ever spoked around Pony.
"He wants to know if you'd like to go get cokes as the dingo, But i told him that your curfew".
"I can ask" I interrupted.
I think pony was shocked that was
talking so much.
I got up and headed to the phone.
I looked over to Dallas, He was putting his shirt and shoes on.
As I picked the phone off the hook and dialed the only number I could remember.
"Hello" I hear my grandmother say.
"Hi gram, Pony and his friend invited me to go get some cokes" I was quickly cut off with a slur of questions.
Who, where, you know curfew and who again.
I lied a little to her.
"Umm some friend he's over here to keep an eye on Pony so I think Darry trusts him" I knew that would convince her.
She loves Darry
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We walked to the Dingo.
I was the only one not talking.
Never been much to talk at all.
Juts didn't like it.
I felt an arm around my shoulder.
"What up with this broad man".
Broad, I thought to me it was not a simple way to describe a woman.
"Im not a Broad" I pushed his arm off me.
"What with you? Ever heard of personal space?!"
I looked at him expecting a hurt or angry emotion plastered on his face.
But it wasn't that.
He was smiling at me.
"I think I like this broad Pone".
I finally knew then,
what was under all that bad bot act.
It was New and Intoxicating.
I've never felt this was about a Someone before.
Let alone a Boy.
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I Hope you guys like this one.
I love it.
So far Im not sure where this story will end up.
- With love Cynnie
#wattpad#coquette#dallas winston#the outsiders#just a girl#the outsiders dally#fanfic#love me#johnny#s.e. hinton#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#two bit mathews#dally x reader#dally x oc#johnny cade#1960s fashion#1980s movies
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I want to start a rewrite of TLOTTC with a bit of pre canon ducktales element, like I saw a few fics elements of the tlottc where the whole caballeros things happens before Donald has to take care of the eggs and I give you : What if it was after.
Della disapeared leaving him to take care of the eggs + he had a fight with Uncle Scrooge leaving him truly alone to raise children
First go round he's living in a house juggling jobs after jobs and he's having a hard time because kids are hard? Daisy's also asking a lot from him(Im not a fan of daisy soooo) and he tries his best, he really does but it's not really enough and it all goes down bad on his birthday since Daisy makes a surprise visit and now he has to go get her at a shady place, plus his boss' screaming down at him and bref the plot goes like in canon with the added bonus of the triplets and when the house burn down and Daisy broke up with him He has a huge meltdown so when the letter comes he's relieved maybe the situation will goes up now etc
He's less optimistic when he sees the state of the cabana (is that what they call it ? I started watching when babysitting and wasn't fully focused on it plus I watched the FR version) and when he mets José and Panchito both being also in on the inheritance he feels all the optimism leave him because no way can all three (well six) of them can find an agreement when they are all completely broke.
April May and June are wonderful babysitters
Xandra and Ari are NOT
They NEVER takes the kids on any adventures (they may or may not be aware of the adventures depending on how old they are)
José and Panchito co parenting the triplets is doing something to my 'found family' soul alright?
Panchito and José taking turns with the triplets (in baby case) when they get fuzzy at night after seeing how exhausted Donalds gets (even more so when he once fell asleep in the middle of a fight)
just the regular life of three legendary adventurer raising three (or six and more depending who you including in there) children while fighting evil
Donald not trying that much to get back with Daisy because he doesn't have time for that plus José and Panchito are being reaaaaaaaaaaaaally nice uk .... And Daisy didn't really like that
nothing in the plot changes besides that the three caballeros are raising three to six ducking together and acting like they've been married for years before that
I don't even know if I prefer them being eggs at first and then hatching or if they already hatched but just barely so.
#the legend of the three caballeros#the three cabarellos#three gay cabarellos#duck tales#donald duck#josé carioca#panchito pistoles#huey duck#dewey duck#louie duck#huey dewey and louie#I don't even know if i will be able to pull it up neatly enough for my own standard#but so far they all live in my head in peace so im gonna let it#fanfiction idea#I once again will say that if you want to take the idea and run with it be my guest I only ask to be sent the final work and/or mentionned
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"But there is only one parent in the room, one that they all share, and one that is more than enough."
IM CRYING LIKE ONE THAT THEY ALL SHARE OMG HE IS THE GROUPS DAD
I kid u not I started sobbing when Will turned to Apollo like omg and that whole thing about how despite Apollo's flaws he's still a good dad and how he truly loves Nico ☹️☹️
AND POOR DARREN ugh get ur shit together pls 😭🙏 both him and Apollo istg
AND NOW DREW KNOWS!!!! I love her nonchalant attitude like she's zeroed in on Nico's reputation and his reputation ONLYY (but we all know she does actually care)
HAZELHAZELHAZELHAZEL AHHHHHHHH SHE'S SO CLOSE TO HER GOALLLLL AND HER MEETING FRANKS GRANDMA OVER THE HOLIDAYS??? CUTEST THING EVER DONT EVEN
I'm so hyped for the Hazel plot line like u have no idea
ANYWAYS THE TEARS HAVE STOPPED FLOWING AND IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT UPDATE!!!! HAVE A GOOD DAY (or night lol)
🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
THAT FIRST QUOTE MADE ME SO HAPPY TO WRITE AHHSDFJ good parent apollo <333 i love him more than anything <333
honestly that apollo section came completely out of nowhere i think my brain was just like "too much fluff for one scene lets switch it up" and then naomi showed up so like !
POLLEN COMING SOON I SWEAR
drew is an icon, she is a legend, i fucking LOVE HER. all she cares about is her paycheck and as she should nico needs to give her another raise (nah, you're totally right, she does care for him deep down, he's like an extremely annoying little brother to her)
I WAS GOING to write a frazel oneshot about those holidays. but then i didn't. bc i had too many side fics i was already writing. so um. maybe one day they'll still get a oneshot and i can include that!!! it'll happen eventuallysdfj
THANK YOU <333
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