#and like. at the end of the day its that they believe her when she says the doctor will choose to do this. because they believe the doctor

[myss-lys]

Like The Prince? ~ F.T.

Summary: In which a pink haired girl is met with the most sought after man in all of Oz, Fiyero.

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I twirl the yellow flower in my hand as I walk through the dark woods. My professor sent me out to get a specific flower for the potion that we’re currently learning how to make.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a twig snap behind me. My head whips around. Suddenly my mind is racing with every scary movie, book, and story I’ve ever heard. I quickly turn back to the path and begin walking at a fast pace.

I nearly fall backwards when a horse comes running right at me. It stops right before reaching me and both the horse and the man on it laugh at me. “Woah, didn’t mean to scare you.” The man says. I recollect myself before scolding the man like I’m his mother. “Are you crazy? You cannot be riding like that at night you could kill somebody!” I shout. “Ok mom.” The horse snickers under its breath causing the man the laugh.

I roll my eyes before walking back on the path. The man follows beside me, still on his horse. “I don’t think you have to worry about being trampled at night, considering you have that bright pink hair.” The man says. My hand subconsciously touches my pink hair. The pink hair I was born with an have been relentlessly teased for.

“Just get whatever you have to say about it out of your system now.” I say, defeated. “Okay then. It’s a wonderful color on you.” He says. I look up at him and scoff. “Who-who are you?” I ask. “I’m Fiyero Tigelaar.” He says. I scoff again. “Like the prince?” I ask. “Of course darling.” He says. “Like I believe that.” I say.

He chuckles. A silence falls over us before he breaks it. “Where are you headed to?” He asks. “Shiz.” I say. “Why don’t you let me give you a ride? It’s not out of my path.” He says. I laugh. “Yeah that doesn’t sound suspicious at all. First you’re a prince and now suddenly my destination just happens to be in your path?” I say.

“Suit yourself.” He says before speeding up. “Wait! Just because my feet are starting to hurt, I’ll let you give me a ride.” I say with a smile. He grins at me before reaching his hand down to help me up.

The ride to Shiz is filled is lighthearted conversation and many laughs. I notice he’s taking the longer way to Shiz, seeming to not want the conversation to end.

He stops at the gates of Shiz. “I hope to see you around.” He says. “I don’t.” I say, jokingly, before unlocking the gate with my Shiz Pin. I hear him chuckle behind me. I turn back around and our eyes meet, for what I think is the final time. “See you later, Pinkie.” He says. I wince at the nickname I had opened up to him about. The one I’ve been called my whole life and have. “Bye, prince.” I say with a sarcastic tone.

I turn around and walk away, not looking back. I feel his lingering stare before hearing him and his horse ride away.

The next morning I open my door to get the daily paper. The front page shows the man from last night, the title reading “Prince Now Attending Shiz”

He wasn’t lying.

Later that day, I'm walking to class when I hear a commotion in the courtyard. Galinda Upland, the most popular girl at Shiz, is practically hanging off someone's arm. As I get closer, I realize it's him. Fiyero.

He's smiling politely as she chatters away, flipping her perfect golden curls and batting her eyelashes. I can't help but notice how they look together - like something out of a fairy tale. The handsome prince and the beautiful socialite.

I try to hurry past, clutching my books to my chest, but then I hear his voice cut through Galinda's endless stream of words. "Excuse me for just a moment," he says, already moving away from her despite her protests.

"Hey, Pinkie!" he calls out. I freeze mid-step, feeling everyone's eyes turn to me. Galinda's mouth drops open in shock as Fiyero jogs over to where I'm standing.

"I was hoping I'd run into you," he says, grinning at me. "Though I have to say, you're much easier to spot in daylight."

I can hear the whispers starting already. Galinda's perfectly manicured hand is pressed to her chest in horror as she watches the scene unfold. The prince - her prince of exactly ten minutes - is talking to the girl with the weird pink hair.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to your adoring fan?" I ask, nodding toward Galinda.

He glances over his shoulder and shrugs. "I'd rather talk to the girl who called me crazy and lectured me about night riding safety. Much more interesting conversation."

I feel my cheeks flush, both from his words and the increasing number of stares we're attracting. "Well, someone has to keep you in line, Your Highness," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite my racing heart. The crowd around us continues to grow, and I can practically feel Galinda's glare burning into my back.

Part 2 —> coming soon

[starkeyslibrary]

FALLING OUT OF FRAME | Part 6

pairing: you x drew starkey

The basket Drew had left sat on your kitchen counter for days, untouched yet impossible to ignore. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate the effort – it was thoughtful in a way that was undeniably Drew. But thought wasn’t enough to undo the pain he had caused, the cracks he had let deepen in your relationship.

Each item in the basket carried a piece of him. The chocolate he knew you always reached for during movie nights, the candle that smelled like home, it all lingered in your mind. It was an apology in material form, but you weren’t sure if it was a beginning or a goodbye.

Your friends, of course, had opinions.

Madelyn was the most vocal. “He’s trying, Y/N. I’m not saying you should forgive him, but it’s clear he’s not ready to let you go.”

Madison countered, “Trying isn’t the same as fixing. He’s still in that PR nightmare with Odessa, isn’t he? Until he proves he’s willing to cut ties with all of that, he’s just making noise.”

Carlacia chimed in, her voice softer. “You don’t own him anything, but it’s okay to admit you still care. Just... don’t lose yourself in the process.”

They were all right in their own way, but the decision ultimately rested with you.

Meanwhile, Drew was fighting his own battles. The guild had been eating away at him for weeks, worsened by your silence. He couldn’t stand the idea of you believing you weren’t his priority, especially when that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

One evening, Drew found himself pacing the living room of his apartment, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. After hesitating for what felt like hours, he finally dialed Odessa’s number.

“Drew?” Odessa answered, her voice laced with mild surprise. “What’s up?”

“We need to end this,” Drew said, cutting  straight to the point. His tone was steady, but the weight of his words made his heart pound.

Odessa paused for a moment before responding. “I’ve been thinking the same thing, honestly. This whole thing has run its course.”

“Yeah,” Drew agreed, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t keep this up anymore. It’s not fair to anyone – least of all Y/N.”

“I get it,” Odessa said, her tone softening. “I’ve always understood why you agreed to this, Drew, but if it’s not helping you, we shouldn’t drag it out.”

They set up a meeting with their teams the next day. The conference room buzzed with tension as Drew and Odessa sat across from their publicists and managers.

“This has gone on long enough,” Drew said, his voice firm. “Odessa and I are friends, and that’s all we’ve ever been. I’m not pretending otherwise anymore.”

One of the publicist frowned. “Ending it abruptly could cause speculation. We need to control the narrative.”

“That’s fine,” Drew replied, leaning forward. “But I am done with this. Frame it however you want – but I’m not dragging this out any longer.”

After some back-and-forth, their teams reluctantly agreed. The plan was to address it subtly during the press tour for Hellraiser, allowing Drew and Odessa to set the record straight without drawing unnecessary attention.

Later that evening, Drew found himself on Madelyn’s doorstep, clutching two coffees and wearing the expression of a man on the verge of unravelling.

“Hey,” he said, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Do you have a minute?”

Madelyn stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. She took the coffee he offered, setting it on the counter as they settled onto her couch. Her expression was equal parts concern and disappointment.

“What’s up, Drew?”

He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “I need your advice. Or... maybe just a reality check.”

Madelyn raised an eyebrow, “About Y/N?”

He nodded, exhaling deeply. “I’ve screwed up. Worse than I ever thought I could. And I don’t know if I can fix it, but I have to try.”

Madelyn leaned back, arms crossed. “You hurt her, Drew. A lot. You put your career and a fake relationship ahead of someone who loved you, someone who trusted you. Do you realize how much damage that kind of betrayal does?”

“I do,” he said quietly, his voice cracking. “Every time I think about her.. about those pictures of her crying, about the way she looked at me the last time we talked – it kills me. I hate myself for what I did, Maddie. I hate that I let her down.”

Madelyn softened slightly, seeing the genuine regret in his eyes. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

“I’ve already ended the PR thing with Odessa. We’re addressing it in the interview next week, and I’m making sure it’s clear we were never anything more than friends. But beyond that, I don’t know how to prove to Y/N that I’m serious about making things right. I don’t even know if she’ll ever give me the chance.”

Madelyn studied him for a long moment. “You can’t just tell her you’ve changed, Drew. You have to show her. And not with some grand romantic gesture, either. She needs to see that you’ve done the work, that you’re willing to put her first and take responsibility for your choices.”

“I know,” he said. “That’s why I’m here. You know her better than almost everyone. What can I do to show her I’m not the same selfish idiot I was?”

Madelyn’s expression softened further, and she sighed. “Start small. Respect her space. Listen when she talks – really listen. And if she gives you even the smallest opening, don’t blow it by making it about you. This isn’t about winning her back, Drew. It’s about proving you deserve to be in her life at all.”

Drew nodded, absorbing her words. “Thank you,” he said.

Madelyn smiled faintly. “Don’t thank me yet. You’ve got a long way to go, Starkey. But if anyone can convince her you’ve changed, it’s you.”

A few weeks later, during an interview for the movie, Drew seized the moment.

The camera lights softened the sharp edges of the studio, casting a warm glow over the set. Drew adjusted his position on the couch, his body slightly angled toward Odessa. The interviewer, a charismatic host with a talent for digging just deep enough, smiled as she glanced between the two.

“So, Drew, Odessa,” she began, her tone light and conversational, “it’s no secret that the media has been buzzing about you two for months now. Fans have been speculating nonstop—are you just friends, or is there something more?”

Drew leaned forward slightly, his expression calm but serious. “We’ve always been friends,” he said, his voice steady. “Good friends. That’s all it’s ever been.”

Odessa nodded, her smile bright but not forced. “The rumors took on a life of their own,” she added, crossing her legs elegantly. “But, honestly, we’re both so focused on work right now. There’s no space for anything else.”

The interviewer’s eyebrow quirked, clearly intrigued. “Well, that clears up one mystery. But Drew, if I can be bold for a moment… You’ve been a bit of an mystery when it comes to your personal life. Is there anyone in your heart right now?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, and Drew’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly. Odessa glanced at him, a flicker of curiosity crossing her face, but she didn’t say anything. This was his moment.

Drew’s lips parted, then closed again as he searched for the right words. Finally, he exhaled, his gaze dropping for just a moment before meeting the interviewer’s eyes. “There is,” he admitted softly, his voice thick with emotion. “There’s someone I care about—a lot. And I know I’ve messed up… probably more than I can ever make up for. But I’m trying. I’m trying to be the kind of person who deserves a second chance.”

The interviewer blinked, clearly surprised by his candidness. “That’s… quite an admission. Does this person know how you feel?”

“I hope so,” Drew said, a small, rueful smile tugging at his lips. “I think they do. But whether or not they believe it… That’s something I have to earn.”

The room fell quiet for a beat, the vulnerability in his words leaving a palpable shift in the atmosphere. Odessa glanced at him again, this time with a faint smile, as if silently acknowledging the weight of what he’d just said.

“Well,” the interviewer said, her tone softer now, “it sounds like you’re on quite the journey. I’m sure your fans will be rooting for you.”

“Thanks,” Drew replied, his smile faint but genuine. “I’m rooting for it, too.” The interviewer smiled, and the conversation shifted to the movie. But Drew knew the real work was only just beginning.

A few days after Drew’s interview aired, you were scrolling on your phone when a text from Madelyn popped up:

Madelyn: "Have you seen the Hellraiser interview yet?"

You frowned, your thumbs moving quickly across the screen. You: "No. Why?"

Instead of replying, Madelyn called you, her name lighting up your phone.

“You need to watch it,” she said the moment you answered, her tone softer than usual.

“Why? What happened?”

“It’s not just about the PR thing with Odessa,” Madelyn explained, her voice hesitant but steady. “He said something. About you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Me?”

“Yes, you. Look, just watch it. I sent you the clip.”

The call ended, leaving you staring at the notification for a long moment before finally opening it. The video started with the expected back-and-forth—the host’s questions about the rumors, Drew and Odessa’s calm explanations about their friendship. But then, the interviewer’s tone shifted, her next question sharper, more personal.

“Drew, is there anyone else in your heart right now?”

You held your breath as the camera focused on Drew, the momentary flicker of surprise in his expression giving way to something rawer.

“There is,” he admitted softly. “There’s someone I care about—a lot. And I know I’ve made mistakes. Huge ones. But I’ve been working to fix them, not just for them but for myself. Because they deserve better. And if there’s even the slightest chance I can show them I’ve changed… I’ll keep trying for as long as it takes.”

Your chest tightened as the clip ended, Drew’s voice lingering in your mind like a melody you couldn’t shake.

You called Madelyn back, her voice chiming in almost immediately. “Well?” she asked.

“What’s this supposed to mean to me?” you demanded, your tone more defensive than you’d intended.

Madelyn didn’t miss a beat. “It means he’s not hiding anymore. He’s not brushing anything under the rug or running away. He’s putting himself out there, Y/N, and that’s not easy for him. He’s been serious about this—about you—for a while now.”

Your grip on the phone tightened. “Did he… talk to you about me?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice softening. “He told me how much he regrets what he did, how much he misses you. And honestly? I’ve never seen him like this. He’s not just saying things to say them. He’s doing the work, Y/N.”

You sat silently for a moment, your emotions a tangle of confusion, doubt, and something else you weren’t ready to name.

“What did you tell him?” you finally asked.

Madelyn hesitated, her words deliberate. “That he has a long way to go. But I also told him that if he’s willing to keep proving it, maybe—just maybe—you’d see it too.”

Your chest ached, and for the first time, you felt the faintest crack in the walls you’d built around your heart.

In the days that followed, Drew didn’t push or pry, but his actions spoke volumes. He left thoughtful gestures without expectation: a cup of your favorite coffee on a particularly hectic morning, a playlist curated with songs that felt like memories, a first-edition copy of a book you’d mentioned in passing months ago.

They weren’t grand, sweeping moves designed to win you back—they were quiet, intimate reminders of the way he’d always paid attention.

Each gesture chipped away at your doubts, leaving you questioning not just him but the feelings you were trying so hard to bury.

One evening, weeks after the interview, you found yourself on your balcony, the playlist he’d made played softly in the background.

As the song ended, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Drew:

“I know I’ve said it a hundred times, but I’m sorry. I’ll keep saying it until it’s true for you. If you ever want to talk, I’m here. No pressure, no expectations – just me.”

For the first time, you didn’t feel the immediate urge to push him away. Instead, you typed out a reply.

“Maybe it is time we talked.”

Drew’s response was immediate.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

And for the first time in months, you felt a glimmer of possibility – not just for Drew, but for yourself.

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[lucygraysboy]

“that’s what i thought. you’re the real MVP for drivin’ at this time of year. remember when we got snowed in? all those years ago? it’s a wonder we both made it home in one piece.” especially with how emotionally charged those few days were. “don’t even ask how many times i’ve seen barbie,” he laughs, blushing at the confession and gently elbowing her side when she begins to giggle. “please, she wanted to camp here, in our living room, and wait for you. i had to beg her to let you breathe, thought you might be too tired to host a party right away.” billy loves charlie and manuela with all his heart, but they can be a bit much. he didn’t want to overwhelm lucy gray. “of course, i will. though, i’m not sure if she’ll accept anythin’ from us. think your mama gave her a pretty big discount on those baby blankets.” quilts. “you’re the coolest thing i’ve seen.” no view can compete. there could be central park or statue of liberty right outside and he still wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of her. “i have a little movie marathon planned for tonight. high school musical is on disney+.” if by the end of the day she still has enough energy to keep her eyes open, he’ll happily grab some blankets and snacks and turn it on. “i’ve just missed my pretty birdie so much. i can’t believe you’re really here.” smiling sweetly when she touches his face, he nuzzles into her palm and closes his eyes for a moment. arms coiling around her waist a little tighter, hugging her. he just prays blair doesn’t do anything silly. she’s had a hard time letting go, unarchiving old instagram posts of the two of them, trying to text him and be friends with him. it’s been long two weeks, having lucy gray here is like a breath of fresh air. “of course, i do. bryan adams, bon jovi, lucy gray baird… my favorite singers, not necessarily in this order.” it’s so cute how she always picks up on these subtle little references. “we have all the time in the world, pajarita.” the color in his cheeks deepens when she kisses his head, arms squeezing her waist three times. i love you. “if not today, we’ll check out the fun carousels and stuff tomorrow. oh, yeah… the swimming pool does have a slide and there’s hot tubs, too. wanna go to starbucks first, then for a quick swim, and to central park or maybe check out time square. there’s so many things you need to see and try.” and if she’s still against getting on a motorcycle with him, he figures they’ll use the subway, and that should be an adventure all on its own. “there’s a starbucks a few blocks away, always get my morning coffee there. but there’s also this cool, family-owned juice bar not far away from here. usually, if i just want a snack, i go to this bakery right around the corner, great pastries, delicious croissants, but the coffee isn’t all that good. are you hungry hungry? we can get pizza? i know a real good pizza place in little italy, one slice is about this big.” he uses his hands to demonstrate the enormous size of said pizza slice.

dressed in pink high waisted pants, a brown cowgirl snoopy top underneath her fleece fuzzy zip up with large flowers printed on it and a pink beanie with matching gloves. she’s super glad she brought the fuzzy jacket to shield herself against the icy cold new york winds. after finding somewhere to park the silverado, barb azure and the rest of the covey will be here later this week— god, she prays no one decides to rob her mama’s truck. it’s in a well lit and seemingly guarded parking garage to billy’s condo but still. she’s still amazed she managed to get here in one piece, actually still in shock at what she’s went through to get here. and then to come and stand in the middle of all of it, is surreal. eyes looking up at how tall everything is, buildings instead of mountains. people instead of animals— everywhere. noisy horns and crazy attitudes. no more southern hospitality to be found in sight, it’s certainly all very overwhelming but still not as bad as she imagined. and the moment billy’s came and got her, it’s like the moment in nashville again, but triple that at seeing such a fascinating sky line when the elevator ride up to his room shows her that. “i really love my flowers,” she’s in the midst of gushing about her roses and how he approached her with them like a prince when the door to his condo comes open and the inside of it makes her go speechless. “this is—” amazing. bambi eyes wide and bewildered. the interior but then the decorations… “looks like i live here.” the brunette laughs, standing in awe and confusion simultaneously. she reaches down to pull her converses off, then trails over to the living room, “look at this place. the view, the luxury, the view— that’s insane! and these,” hands touch the fairy lights, WHERE in the world did he find such girly like stuff? wait…smile dares to falter, is those blair’s? she retracts her hand, like it burns her. then eyes refocus on something else, going over to the couch to sit, a happy smile gracing her features. rainbow princess. “aww,” placing the roses on the table, she grabs the chocolates, “for me?” reading the card while opening the chocolates, taking the one with marshmallow inside it. her favorite. a sweet smile gracing her face, casting him a loving look.

[will80sbyers]

In the van scene Mike was looking at Will that way because he was thinking about El, since Will was talking about her at the time.

You always think it’s all about Byler…

Guess what?? It’s not!! 🫣

You people are so boring and repetitive, I guess it makes sense that you love M*leven 😪

In the van scene Mike was reacting emotionally to the words Will was saying about him because Will really sees him as a person and really loves him for who he is, something that El never made Mike feel before, that's why Mike was terrified of saying I love you to her

Eleven never made him feel safe enough or appreciated enough for him to want to open his own heart to her completely, and he was scared that if he did become emotionally vulnerable with her then she would have eventually left him and that would have hurt him - this is a symptom of a deep problem and of something missing in a relationship, even if you believe that Mike is in love with her their relationship would still break down eventually because it doesn't stand on its own without a 3rd person involving themselves in it, they have a weak romantic understanding of each other and low compatibility

even if she does love him platonically she's not in love with him exactly like he's not in love with her and only thinks that's what romantic love is (when it isn't)

I know you are too obtuse to understand this, or you wouldn't be sending me annoying anons, but TV shows don't work as you think they do, they don't make those type of shots thinking "he's watching the love interest A spill his love for him and he looks at him with a raptured expression, he looks in love... but really he's thinking about love interest B here" - it doesn't happen because the directors have to communicate things clearly to the audience and that's confusing - that's why they linger the shots in certain moments or avoid doing that etc - every image is a message

when they made Finn act raptured by that speech- that was really all WILL'S LOVE, not El at all - they made him fall for whoever those words belong to and when he'll discover the truth about the painting the trope of the "misplaced feelings" will complete its arc with Mike understanding that his true love was always Will

It was Will who made him feel in love - it's Will who understands him better than anyone else and really sees him for who he is, it was always Will... and it happens that loving Will is the easiest thing in the world and Mike always did in the background of his mind, he always had that love in him since they were little because... it's Will. Hawkins, Mike's home, is not the same without him.

I'm sorry that you're going to lose a ship that you like and you're upset about it, but it will be the best thing for all of them at the end of the day, El doesn't love Mike with the depth and intensity that Will feels for him, that's just what they have shown on screen for everyone to gather ❤️

[ranticore]

About the kid raised by harpies, we have a rough story to explain how they ended up there (it got a lot longer than I thought it would omg): A pen has her eggs stolen, she is able to see the man who steals them but he ends up escaping. This event causes her partner to completely lose faith in their king, believing she could do a better job, and she eventually turns into a king herself, defeating him and taking the pen as a tiercel. As the pen has always been very active, and could barely keep herself still in the tiercel nest at all, they make a deal: she will be allowed to patrol the areas around the eyrie, as long as she's never far enough to disappear from view, never hunts and immediately comes back at any signs of danger. One day, as she's observing a human caravan passing by, she sees a very familiar face… With him, a woman, and in her arms a baby, who they lovingly look at. She follows the caravan further and further, waiting, watching… when an opportunity arises, she snatches the child and flies away with it, back to the eyrie. Her king is incredibly worried when she's back, looking for any sign of injury. What happened? What were you thinking? What would I do if you- wait what is that She explains what happened, and argues that it's only fair that she keeps the human's child after he took hers. She wouldn't be doing anything vital anyways, as it would only take away her time and resources from the flock, but it would be a great distraction from her boredom, keeping her closer to the eyrie. Besides, what other flock has a human in its midst? What a novelty for him to show off! His flock is so prosperous that they can not only keep tiercels but also raise a being from a completely different species just for the fun of it! In the end, he gives in, letting his beloved keep her "hobby project". btw we've thought of calling the kid "Five Talons", since, well, five fingers and all (also it sounds cooler than Five Digits). The first name we came up with was "Stolen Goods" though, I really liked it but friend noticed that it sounded a bit mean dskmfd What do you think? :] I would appreciate some help with naming the pen and the king as well... I'm almost done drawing the first one, may I send you the drawing through a message?

Ahh so sorry it took me a while to get to this!! Yes of course you can dm me any time and I can help with the naming if you like

This story is so funny honestly I'm completely on board... I especially like the angle of "well look, isn't it kind of a flex to raise a human child as well as we're doing?" because that's really. That's just how they think all the time, you always have to be showing off it's just like the law.

Also I'm thinking of this sort of almost parent trap (?) type situation going on here where both stolen babies are sort of being raised in parallel in a sense, by parents who have had their true child stolen from them, so I wonder what types of experiences they may have in common (and whether they might ever be able to meet and bond over it? Like here's a sibling you never knew you had... or instead would they hold the other responsible for their own situation, the hurt of their parents, etc. Much to consider!!!).

Bearing in mind that a stolen harpy is likely not going to a very prestigious town flock, otherwise there'd be no need to resort to theft, it would likely be in more of a similar situation to the human kid than you'd think - raised entirely by a different species, lacking a 'role model' of a sort, potentially not even knowing that other harpies/humans exist, and thinking of themselves as perhaps uniquely weird (in either a positive OR negative sense, i could see both). The difference being that the baby harpy would be raised into servitude, and the baby human is being raised to show off. Both ways are dehumanising (or deharpyising?) in different directions, obviously one has it worse but being placed on a pedestal of your adoptive parent's rage and pain can't be fun either.

[mcytegg]

its kinda crazy to me how many people i seen call kab manipulative and treating it was entirely malicious in its intent, yet i see very few people pointing out that derap is also. being manipulative and expecting so much of the people he trusts— like "trust me or you just die" is such an insane test to do and its crazy bc i do nawt believe he'd react well if pangi or zam or whoever tested him like he tests them constantly

im not saying kab isnt manipulative or that shes faultless bc she has done a lot wrong and a lot to hurt the people around her— esp zam. but its interesting bc her and derap just dont seem to be held to the same standards by the wider fandom even though they both seem to default to manipulation and attempted control so they feel secure w their friends and allies.

it isnt done w malicious intent, but they are still hurting the people around them and expecting far too much from the people theyve latched onto. they dont seem to understand unconditional loyalty is something that doesnt ACTUALLY exist, and it is not the exact same as having a friend u know u can rely on consistently no matter what. even having a friendship like mapicc and zam, mapicc and ro, vi and subz, or any of the likes ISNT abt never disagreeing or never acting against them in any situation ever.

its trust built over time and from experiencing lifesteal together. its about winning together, losing together, fighting side by side, and knowing when to stand up for urself and to fight against them if they are doing smt that truly hurts u and/or goes directly against your own morals and beliefs. it isnt abt "youll trust me no matter what and just accept it even if im doing smt i know will upset u", its abt knowing that u can still be friends at the end of the day. that, come a new season, or a new arc, they are still someone u can have fun w and rely on to continue to be themselves w you.

their attempts to force a bond like that will only hurt themselves and their relationship w the people around them in the long run, but i feel like this is a lesson theyll need to learn w time and by experiencing it themselves bc theyre too lonely and desperate to be by someones side currently to realize it yet.

edit : had a funny realization that there is ONE relationship on the server that seems to be exactly what kab and derap are searching for, and its mane and flame. they want and expect the same loyalty from their teammate that flame has for mane. flame goes directly against his own morals and and beliefs bc mane asks it of him, and passively follows down manes path of destruction simply bc theyre teammates. he doesnt even think mane is right, but that doesnt matter simply bc the only thing he cares abt on LS is mane. he likes other people like pangi, pentar, and zam but he would kill just abt anyone if it was part of manes plan simply bc he has no path of his own— he hasnt found himself yet, so hes following mane nd his ideals.

[nightlyrequiem]

Hiii, so I have a request, would it be possible to make a story where Valeria is the evil queen in her kingdom but her fiancée is the sweetest person in the kingdom? Also I love your work, keep it up, kisses, kisses ❤️💋

Hiii!

Before I even started writing fanfiction for Valeria, I wanted to write something like a royal/regency AU! I never got around to it because I never knew what to do. This was fun and definitely more challenging then what I usually do thanks :3

Also thank you lots XX

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Royal!AU, Implied Time Period Misogyny (But Not A Lot.), Implied Time Period Homophobia (Barely), Wedding

Blue Blooded

Valeria is as cold and cruel as the unforgiving north. She's led her own army to many different battles over the course of her twenty-year reign. Uncommon for rulers and even less common for women. She caused quite the stir, many believing women were too delicate and weak for war. Valeria's name quickly became known and feared. Reina de la Muerte. She leaves a trail of bodies wherever she goes. The treatment of her servants is poor, and the treatment of her subjects is worse. She rejoices in the fear induces.

One of the duties of a ruler is to produce an heir. Her advisors have been pestering her about finding a husband since she was coronated at seventeen. Something they quickly learned to stop doing. Her patience for men has always been low. Not once has she ever looked at one and felt any sort of connection. Valeria knew it was likely that she never would. Not when she only felt something when looking at another woman. 

You were nothing more than a peasant. With a family who owned a failing farm. Cruelty breeds cruelty. Valeria's subjects have been forced into selfishness to survive. There's very little room for empathy when you're one day of work away from starvation. And yet, there you were. Dancing and laughing with a pack of filthy children. Despite the dullness to your skin and hair, you almost seemed to glow. Like there was a light inside of you strong enough to dispel the darkness Valeria had cast over the land. You were the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. It wasn't a one-time moment. Valeria had never noticed you before but one she did it's like she couldn't ever not see you. Using what little precious coins you have to buy food for the erratic beggar. Offering casual conversation to the local hag. Showing love to the mange-ridden strays prowling the cobble streets.

when Valeria was fourteen, her father had tried to set her up with princes of neighboring kingdoms. A political move to bring peace and potential allyship. Valeria fought tooth and nail. Refusing to even meet with the men. How she hated these traditions. Why should anyone but her decide who she marries? And yet, she found herself darkening your doorstep, nonetheless. Armed guards at her back. Your home was hardly more than a shack. Thatch roof coming loose at the ends and the smell of rot in the wood. The soil on your land was barren. Only cacti and weeds able to grow. A few sickly chickens ran loose around. Your father had answered the door, eyes yellowed from having one too many a drink. Asking for your hand in marriage was met with little resistance. His only trifle being that you were both women. Even that trepidation of course, was only told to her through his body language. Only the most stupidest of people would be willing to challenge the wants of Valeria. 

Though with her reputation and promises of a handsome dowry... it didn't take long to get his agreement. Not that it would have mattered. Valeria would have burned down your little farm down and taken you anyway.

The night sky is clear. A dark, inky, endless void. An infinity of stars stretches across its expanse. It's only a week until your wedding and with every day Valeria spends you, she only becomes more enamored. Valeria gently grasps your left hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. There is no escort to keep watch over you two in the castle gardens. Just another rule and tradition Valeria has stomped on and discarded like nothing.

"You look lovely in the moonlight." She murmurs. you blink and look away nervously. You're as timid as a wood mouse. Something that both endears and irritates Valeria. She wants you to be comfortable. To bare your teeth in an uncontrolled smile, she longs to know what your laugh sounds like. 

"Thank you."

She sighs. Lowering her hand and yours into her lap. Her thumb brushes over the back of your hand.

"Tell me how you feel about the wedding." She says.

"I am looking forward to it." You reply politely. A cool breeze blows through the area, disturbing her dark hair.

"No," Valeria shakes her head. "be honest with me. Tell me how you feel about the wedding." She demands softly.

Valeria watches you hesitate, trying to decipher if this is a trap or not. That you'll suffer harsh consequences for your honesty. Valeria isn't playing mind games with you, nor will she punish you. There is no wrong answer. Just a lovestruck woman desperate to know her fiancée's true feelings.

"I'm... anxious." You admit, not looking at her. Your free hand picks up a stray leaf, moving your thumb over the lines and groves.

"And me? What are your feelings around me?" She asks quietly. Valeria is no fool. She knows you don't really love her yet. That you're wary of her.

"... I'm not sure how I feel about you." You sigh. Letting go of the leaf. It flutters to the ground. You raise your gaze and meet her eyes. "When I came home, and my father told me of my betrothment to you I cried. You are cruel and unjust."

All things true, Valeria knows. She even prides herself on it, but hearing you say it doesn't make her feel as good about it. Your eyes dart across her face, searching for any sign of anger. When you find none, you continue.

"I thought I may faint when you asked to meet for the first time. I was dreading it." You murmur. "But then you weren't like anything I expected."

"I am exactly like how you expected." She counters gently. Giving your hand a small squeeze. "I am mean, and selfish, and bad. Everything said about me is true and I regret nothing. But I promise you this, I will be none of those things to you."

Your eyes seem to dim in disappointment. You had assumed that perhaps she was misunderstood. Valeria hates to disappointment you, but she won't hide what she is. A monster in royal robes.

"Oh." 

"You're as precious as the crown." Valeria whispers. "An angel in the flesh. It's rare to meet someone not turned bitter by their circumstances. My - our - subjects will love you."

"But they don't love you." You reply. Frowning.

"I don't need their love, but they need yours." She sighs. She needs it too. Something that will soften her sharp edges.

Valeria sighs and leans towards you. Resting her forehead on your shoulder. For a second, she's a child again, not yet corrupted by her own cruelty. Like that inherit goodness inside of you is contagious.

Valeria seldom feels nervous, but waiting at the altar in her wedding gown, she can feel her palms growing clammy. Eyes are locked onto Valeria while she waits for her bride to be walked down the aisle. Subjects who silently disagree with how everything is progressing but hold no power to speak out. You and your father round the corner. Your extravagant white dress trailing behind you, an intricate lace veil hiding your face from view. The sight makes her heart swell. Your father walks you up to the altar and hands you off to Valeria. signifying the beginning of your new life.

Valeria takes your hands, catching the barest of glimpses of your face beneath the veil.

"We are gathered here today in the royal unification of these two individuals." The officiant begins. "Repeat these words after me before the lord, 'I promise to love you always, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you until death.'" You and Valeria both repeat his words. Valeria with a little more enthusiasm. You two say your 'I do's'. "Then by the power invested in me, I pronounce you... wife and... wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Without hesitation Valeria lifts your veil. Your eyes glint in the light. She grabs ahold of your face with all the gentleness she can muster and brings her lips to yours. Finally tasting you for the first time. Your lips are soft, moulding to hers with ease. The kiss is short lived, but it won't be the last. Valeria pulls away and smiles. Something small and genuine, reserved only for you. To her surprise, your lips twitch up ever so slightly. Returning that sweet smile for a moment. The public crowd rises and gives their reluctant cheers. A few sounding more genuine than the others. Perhaps hoping that your kind nature rubs off on her.

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors:)

Golden Cufflinks: You’ve never given much thought to finding your true mate, firmly believing it’s something that will happen when it happens. But, when you do find him—thanks to a pair of golden cufflinks—it very well could ruin everything. They say not all’s fair in love and war; you just hadn’t expected your best friend’s wedding to be the battleground. https://colormepurplex2.tumblr.com/post/766335488954138624/golden-cufflinks-jjk Confined: Y/n didn't think testing out a new sex toy would cause so much havoc but no worries, her next-door neighbor Jungkook doesn't mind lending her a bit of assistance. https://www.tumblr.com/cravetive/742183386711539712/%F0%9D%97%96%F0%9D%97%A2%F0%9D%97%A1%F0%9D%97%99%F0%9D%97%9C%F0%9D%97%A1%F0%9D%97%98%F0%9D%97%97 Show Me Something: He was your first kiss years ago, only to become your first heartbreak the next day. Your life would have been much easier if only you would forget about him and move on, instead of having to see him almost every day because your best friend had fallen in love with his best friend. When your pal had suggested having a road trip for the final days of summer break before going back to campus, you said yes for a reprieve. Too bad she forgot to tell you about the two extra passengers tagging along. One of which is the boy that still has a tight hold of your heart without either of you even knowing it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/30396546 Slow Dancing: When your countdown appeared on your wrist right on the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39615618 Call Me Mistress: "It has certainly been quite the party," you began, taking a stroll around the table to give his friends time to ogle you. "But I'm here for someone else on his special day.” The end of the riding crop snapped suggestively against your open palm and you felt excitement bloom around the large table. “Now, let me see if I can find out which of you is the birthday boy..." A long-term client hires the Mistress to help celebrate his best friend’s birthday. The festivities lead to new business. https://dark-muse-iris.tumblr.com/post/164844332231/call-me-mistress-ramen-m-part-1

Sillage: Soulmate!AU where soulmates are drawn to one another by the infliction of physical touch, whether it be pain or pleasure. But it is only initiated once the two people somewhat interact. https://www.tumblr.com/deerguk/144529213896/s-i-l-l-a-g-e-pt-one The Pink Pill: This pill is essentially a drug that enhances your libido to the max and you’ll quite literally never experience arousal like you do when you’ve taken this pill. Thankfully, in each universe, there’s a man that’s ready to help you explore and reach your peak of sexual euphoria. https://www.tumblr.com/dollfaceksj/723667191148462080/the-pink-pill-jjk-version-m-3-days Reminder: Whenever he flies back into town, your doorbell is the first he rings. When he has to fly out again, your bed is the last he lies in. However, you’re not stupid. You know your ex-boyfriend, that also happens to be an up-and-coming professional boxer, Jeon Jungkook, doesn’t come to you only. Unfortunately, you have no right to be jealous, not when you’re the one that ended the relationship. https://www.tumblr.com/dollfaceksj/721591770571554816/reminder-jjk-m-masterlist Stay: “Jungkook,” His name was merely a sigh flying out of your lungs and through your parted lips. “If we do this - if we go down this road - how do we go back?” https://eoieopda.tumblr.com/post/703940957854449664/stay-jjk

Losers: I get lonely when you're not here, and this darkness appears, leaving me stranded. https://www.tumblr.com/eternalguk/744420253674668032/losers-jjk-m

[mai-komagata]

why not neither?

I have seen this fandom idea that either galadriel manipulated halbrand into seeking power again and brought him back, or halbrand manipulated galadriel into all the events of season 1

I posit its neither. Or maybe it's both. But I don't think is as unbalanced a situation as people make it out to be.

Like i've seen this sort of feeling that halbrand is choosing to just go to numenor to have some peaceful retirement and was not gonna be evil sauron anymore... And like... where are people getting this? We see in episode s2e1 that as soon as Halbrand got his body he was gonna march to get his revenge on Adar half naked if need be. Then he ran into men escaping the southlands and thought better of the plan. But like, he doesn't become just a random member of these people. He seeks out the man with the emblem and makes sure to take it from him as people were dying around him. He doesn't care if people around him dies. He is very aware of whom Galadriel is when he rescues her on the boat. The FIRST THING he does when he gets to Numenor is try to get access to the forge. Halbrand isn't begging for guild access because this is the only way he can scrape money for stew. He is a powerful magical being who can enslave all of middle earth if only he has access to the right materials and a hot enough fire. The fact that this is his priority when he has no other plan makes me think he isn't without guile even at this stage. I think Sauron is lost right here -- he doesn't really have a plan. But I don't think for one moment he doesn't want to be Sauron, or doesn't believe in his mission to be Morgoth's heir, the Savior of Arda. He is just lying in wait, trying to figure out the best plan of attack. And Galadriel gives it to him. Twice over. And the flip side of this is Galadriel. She is neither being manipulated at every step nor is she solely responsible for the return of Sauron. She is *being lied to* of course, but she isn't being mind controlled or something. You can say it's understandable that anyone would lie if someone threatened to kill them, but regardless of it is understandable for a fugitive to lie about his identity, it doesn't change the fact that he is lying and assuming a false identity. She is making decisions to include him in her plans based on this lie. I still haven't rewatched s1 recently, so I don't have perfect recollection of all events like I do season 2, but Galadriel isn't being manipulated into wanting to attack Adar and the Southlands, or convincing Numenor to attack with her. I do suspect that Sauron is heavily pressing the scales as to what decisions are being made in Numenor, but I haven't rewatched it for hints on what those could be. But at the end of the day, she is a good general and has a good plan Sauron can latch on to, and he recognizes her skill. Later, Galadriel brings Sauron to Eregion, and there Sauron's plan really takes shape. He has access to the most powerful smith in elvendom and the facilities to match. He is made privy to a plan to make magical rings to harness power. He would not have access to these things without Galadriel.

But I think its gets tricky to say Galadriel bears *moral* culpability for Sauron's actions. I think she is complicit in his plans and inadvertently helps him. Had she been more deliberate in her decisionmaking, less bloodthirsty and determined, she might have realized something was up before Eregion. While their goals were aligned she was willing to not ask too many questions, and only asks those questions when she isn't at the center of events. (which we see happen over and over again -- when people's ambition blinds them to not inquire as to who this charismatic stranger is. You cannot fool an honest man and all that) But I think it's a fallacy to say Sauron would not have found different plans or done something else to rise to power without Haladriel. I don't believe for a moment he was seeking a quiet retirement. I think he would have put in motion events in the Akallabeth much sooner if he had stayed in Numenor. (also ps i sometimes hear: If sauron is evil why did he [save this person][do this good thing][do this thing when nobody was watching]? Like, being Sauron doesn't prevent you from doing good things. He isn't omniscient, he cannot predict all ends. Sometimes he does things that might bear fruit later, for one. Sometimes there is no point to the evil thing. Sauron always believes he is saving middle earth, at the end of the day. He isn't wantonly destroying things or doing evil for the sake of evil. He is trying to bring things to order and under his control. And you get more flies with honey than vinegar. The only person he really is full on hating in season 1 is Adar).

[stupidity-incorperated]

Thought I'd bring this baby back up with some new art and backstory

Clayface Basil "Malibu Karlo case file 489573

[NOT FOR PUBLIC REDISTRIBUTION]

Basil "Malibu" karlo age: 16

Gender: prefers not to disclose

Backstory: Basil was born on December 17th 1969 in Love Canal New York. Toxic conditions in the area caused their DNA to become.... unstable at worst and questionable at best. This has allowed their unique ability to mimic others. We have also been told that they practiced in front of the TV, copying scenes from their favorite movies and one day aspire to be an actor.

On July 7th 1978, Basil was relocated to Saint Murphy's orphanage in Gotham City, New Jersey after her parents passing. That October, the orphanage would do a production of Romeo and Juliet. She would star in Juliets role. This would intrigue a representative of Markus Jolly Studios who convinced her to audition for a role on there new sitcom "Suburbia Overture". She would get the role of the daughter Melody. This would be Basils first Role in the acting industry.

Although the show was successful on the outside, lasting 5 seasons, 8 thirty minute specials and a musical. The inside took its toll on the child's psyche. There were constant problems that Basil has refused to elaborate on. She claims that practicing her shape shifting calmed her down when it go intense. She mimicking was noticed by another representative, this time one from, Golden Arch Studios who gave her the first opportunity for a feature film role. She hesentently accept. Thus 1981 ended the Suburbia Overture run and began Basil's movie career.

The movie career was a bit more lax than in Suburbia. Basil had finally realized their dream and they were happy. There were a few directors and cameramen with foul intentions (basil refused further elaboration) but they seemed overall fine. There shape shifting has improved. No two movies were the exact same, many people assumed ther differences in face were from practical effects and makeup.

However nothing good can last forever, after the successful release of "Class up the bat!" In the march of 1984 (Film Fun magazine cover shown). Golden Arch began a search for other actors to experiment with Basil. Basil, completely not taking the hint, began to worry about being replaced,began using their shape shifting for more than acting. They began sabotaging other actors getting them blacklisted from Golden Arch. These efforts were mostly successful. Until the August of that month. They were caught on camera, shape shifting outside of a local TGI Fridays They had Finished robbing. To keep there, golden Arch and Markus Jolly Studios reputations somewhat clean and decent. District attorney Harvey dent( See two face's file) had basil plea insanity and had them shiped to the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum in hopes of helping her mental state.

Dr.Hugo Strange believed a huge reason she did her "escapades" was due to a lack of cooperation, communication and a general lack of appropriately aged friends. So he put her in his Arkham group, "strange's oddities" which at the time was just Ezra Rane but he claimed it was a start. As more "missions' went on and Abner joined the team, basil became more social, more skilled in her abilities and slightly more paranoid that someone would go wrong.

And some want wrong indeed. During a mission called "shaved iceberg" basil was figured out, captured and exposed to both psychological torture and harsh chemicals. Those chemicals (combined with there already unstable DNA created whqt we call clayface. After a 3 week period, basil was captured and supposedly cured by Dr Strange. Creeper was added to the team shortly after and things seem normal.

However I can't shake the feeling that he didn't do shit to fix this and used his "mind powers" to make it look like he did, basil can't see it but...I swear some times I see her melting like she did as clayface.....only time will tell if they find out or not.

-Dr David Kennedy

Basement wing orderly

Basil "Malibu"Karlo was Born on February 3rd 1970 in Love Canal. Due to the heavy chemicals surrounding the area Basil gained there peculiar ability to shape shift and mimic others. As they grew up, their skills developed. By the age of 8 he was evacuated to the Gotham orphanage after her parents died from chemical exposure.

While in the orphanage,they gained a love for old Hollywood and film. They later earned a contract with Markus Jolly studios as an actress on the sitcom, "Suburban overture." It was a toxic work environment, especially for a 9 year old but they still somehow perceived it. The success from the show gained her more roles for them to own their shape shifting craft, the amazed audience believed there changes we made via cgi or practical effects.

After the release of A bit of class for the bat, Basil faced competition by other actors despite their shape shifting. Later they began a streak of crime to frame them and get them blacklisted from the industry. Unfortunately this was not meant to last, in October 1984 she was caught at the scene and was identified by their webbed toes(the one thing that never could shape shift with the rest of them.). To keep their record clean Markus Jolly studios made her plead insanity and admitted her to the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum until further notice.

They are currently under the supervision of Dr. Hugo Strange on his team the strange angels as an imposter for gigs he assigns the angels to.

Their sanity has only become worse... like a melting lump of clay

Lineless version :

[dykedvonte]

wanted to say I appreciate your nuanced takes on MW and especially Curly. i don't get the claim that the fandom is full of Curly apologists when majority (esp yt and tiktok) say he's worse than Jimmy. Yes there's commentary about bro culture defending people, he def messed up in trying to placate Jimmy (tbh "we'll fix this" sounded more like trying to keep someone prone to outbursts like Jim calm and not hurt Anya/himself) but I don't think he did nothing to help Anya, since she continued to confide in him and he had less than a week to resolve it before the crash (I also don't get everyone saying he knew for ages when it seems like Anya told him that same week). I get Jimmy's a pos but saying stuff like Curly should've known he'd crash the ship or that Jim had a criminal record he ignored, reducing them to obviously horrible villain and willfully ignorant sidekick feels like a disservice to the game. If your best friend turned out to be horrible, what would you do in a confined space in the span of a few days to respond? I'd say some of the horror comes from trying to do good but ultimately failing, Curly's state after the crash is meant to be tragic horror not revenge/punishment

Thank you and this is what I want to get across.

A lot of information we have to supplement when it comes to how long things have been happening on this current ship. I think people try to add on to the horror and negligence by making things more obvious so it can feel like it was easier to avoid when, true to life, its not. Jimmy clearly didn't deserve or appreciate what Curly did for him in getting him the job, but do you think if Jimmy was that big of a menace on Earth he would've given him a position where he could have that level of power over people's lives? There's something in the fact he specifically chose to pick a position so close to himself where he could watch Jimmy.

I hate the bro code argument because that is a whole can of worms people really don't get. That sort of mentality is born from the general respect and preference of male matter over female ones. Curly is clearly not that guy, he is absent minded about the issue and inadvertently dismissive but he clearly believes Anya, he just can't understand what she's going through. It's an onslaught of information that no one really reacts right to. Additonally, the entire discussion of her assualt plays to heavy into the idea that there is fault outside of the perpertratior when it comes to SA. It's too close if she only did this or if Curly had protected her better but the fact of the matter is Jimmy did what he did. He did it before any of the conversations with Anya about it and it's why her behavior seemed to change so drastically in those last two days.

He has other conflicting thought and while his role as a Captain should've taken over, people act like it's not a very human thing to have such a toxic presence cloud your judgement. It is never easy to separate friend from coworker once that connection is formed, you want to help them, especially if they were friend first and for a long while like in this case. It's not right, but people act like it would be easy when the game clearly points out that no choice is easy to make, especially when you have to make it for more than one person. You have the weigh the consequences, look at all the options and make a plan. People can headcanon and decide how long things where happening, but if we look at what we were presented through the characters eyes, the only person given time to do that was Jimmy.

He waited two months after the crash to appoint himself Captain. Every time a problem was brought up he immediately took action and refused to sit on it and find a better solution. I think it's important to look at the warped way Jimmy takes initiative where Curly didn't as it works as a good contrast of why you don't just run in to "fix" things. The quickest and easiest option may not be the safest or most beneficial. I think some thoughts on the game suffer from the black and white thinking the game doesn't operate on along with us being voyeurs. We see what exactly led to what but the characters don't. They don't have the hindsight and foresight we do and even ours is scrambled by the non-linear story telling.

Like it's hard to talk abuou those grey zones without sounding like an apologist because you're explaining why taking responsibility isn't easy. It's not and it's weird to act like it would be in a scenerio that led up to the events of the game knowing what we know. We see all these characters in such isolated moments with various things before, in between, after and even during we aren't privy too. The idea that Jimmy is worse than Curly heavily banks on the words Jimmy was saying to Jimmy before he crashed the ship. That whatever happened on the ship was his responsibility to bare, which is true due to his position. But, are they not still not responsible for taking the actions Curly then must bare?

Like i feel like people think that these are situation that become easier with age or when you are in a postion of authority and they aren't. You don't lose your biases or gain some sudden knowledge that makes it easier. It just becomes more tiring as you keep dealing with it. I would be first in line to say Curly fucked up and should've done more but the idea he knew how bad it could get or he really saw the worst in the people around him and ignored it pretty much ignores a huge aspect of his character and the game.

[lokh]

oughh i wanted to do a cute laishuro take on the blu ray extras (what if laios had been eaten instead) but lets be honest. they absolutely would not have made it as far without laios

[chocottang]

the more i think abt goldica the more i like it

[foccaccia]

does anyone have recommendations for fictional media that has like. actual lesbians in it. not like supergirl Two White Skinny Girls, One Blonde and One Brunette Kiss media, or "its implied lesbianism!!!" but just regular fucking lesbians

[honeyvenommusic]

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[vaguehotels]

had the most braindead repetitive conversation/argument with my parents. buzz cuts are too masculine but if you dye a design on it it become effeminate which is bad because then you look weak and if youre weak then society falls apart (all societies ever that have fallen apart for any reason are actually because of feminine men) and we start sacrificing babies. and also all mental illness is invented because only 4 people had anxiety in the 90s and covid was made up so that we would all become gay and trans and then the government can control us better and be joe biden's little sex slaves. and also i need to keep my hair long because my father finds it attractive. what