#and on earth day no less 😒

[thatbitchkayla31]

4 Teenagers: [Walking past my house, throw a glass bottle in the air. It doesn't break so they throw it again and just keep walking leaving the glass in the road]

Me: You know, my 5 year old knows not to throw glass and leave it in the road.

Teen 1: What?

Me, can get loud as fuck if they wanna play that game: MY 5 YEAR OLD KNOWS NOT TO THROW GLASS AND LEAVE IT IN THE ROAD.

Teen 2: Oh your 5 year old knows? That's nice, I don't care.

Me: Oh yeah, real nice. Why don't you tell me your mother's name?

Teen 2: I don't have a mother.

Me: Okay, give me your father's name.

Teen 2: [starts insulting me]

Me: Oh real nice, I wonder why you don't have a mother.

Teen 2: why don't you get your [censored] off that hammock and come fight me bitch.

Me: I'm not gonna fight a child.

Teens: [Continue down the road insulting me]

Me: [loudly calls the police knowing full well they can hear me]

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

My Friend, the Zombie

Summary: Leon is a zombie and reader finds him slumped in a dark alleyway. But unbeknownst to reader… he’s a needy zombie?

Warning: smut. mentions of blood and periods. cunnilingis.

A/N: sorry I haven’t posted any ff but I’ve been fighting my university nonstop😒 anyways, I didn’t know whether to turn this into a smut or a fluff but I ended up going with smut because I’m horny.

Leon S. Kennedy. A well known agent in the DSO, former rookie cop turned into a government weapon. He’s built this reputation around him that made him become respectable around his colleagues. No one would’ve guess that the Leon Kennedy would soon come to an end.

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Months passed after the outbreak happening in the city. You were out with your friends hanging out at some Target parking lot when all of a sudden, a group of undead rose from the nearby forest just on the other side of the road.

Sometimes you wondered how you ended up in this mess. Now you were roaming the streets with your backpack full of looted items and your combat knife that you stole from the body of a military soldier you stumbled upon. Why was this happening to you? You wondered and wondered but you never came to an answer.

The town was dead. A literal ghost town—well—zombie town to be exact. Somehow, you’ve managed to survive this long. Of course life wasn’t simple. You ate less to conserve as much food as possible for the next day. You haven’t taken a shower since the power had gone out. But that was the least of your concerns. It wasn’t like you were going to bump into someone at this point in life.

You almost believed you were the only human left on earth.

Dumpster diving became a hobby for you. The amount of things people used to throw away were too precious to leave in the dumpsters.

“Jackpot,” you muttered under your breath when you stumbled upon a dark alleyway with three dumpsters. It wasn’t New York but you almost convinced yourself it was.

Your footsteps were quiet against the wet concrete under your boots. It had been raining nonstop the past following days, storms were rampant and almost everything was destroyed.

As you rummaged through the dumpster, there was groaning from the corner of the alley. Your movements still as you looked up from the trash and towards the direction where the sound came from.

You weren’t a rookie when it came to killing zombies. Surviving meant killing so it was natural that you unsheathed your combat knife and held it at the ready firmly in your hand as you took cautious steps.

It was dark, maybe a little too dark for your liking but it wasn’t like anything you haven’t experienced before.

“Hungry…” you heard someone say. It was the voice of a man, deep and guttural. At first, you thought it might’ve been a human so you quickly put your knife away and ran towards the person.

But as you got closer, you saw you were completely wrong. There against the wall sat a man who had been bitten and infected. Your heart hammered inside your chest as you looked down at him slumped figure.

His skin was pale and his veins were dark blue and black. His eyes were bloodshot red but you can still see the blue in them. His blonde hair was disbelieved, it seemed as if he had been fighting. His clothes were bloodied and there was blood around the walls and floor.

Questions and concerns circled around your mind as you looked around him. He looked weak but he also looked like he was ready to pounce on you at any minute.

“Hungry…” he said again, this time his voice becoming raspier and hoarser than before. It amazed you how this infected man still had the ability to communicate with words. Most zombies you’ve encountered were mindless monsters ready to eat humans as if it was their last dinner.

“You can talk?” You asked the man, looking down at him with an analytical eye. The man looked up at you and a groaned scoff escaped from his bloodied lips.

He cocked his head to the side, his direction being pointed towards the body of a zombie whose legs had been cut off. It didn’t worry you though. That zombie couldn’t even move, it just snarled at you both.

“Here,” you fished into your pockets and retrieved a granola bar. Great, dinner for you was gone now. The man eyed you for a minute longer before he slowly brought his hand out and took the bar from you.

He unwrapped it and almost immediately munched on the snack. He hummed and closed his eyes as he felt some food finally enter his system, he finished the bar rather quickly. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy his hunger.

You, as unimpressed as you were, couldn’t help but notice his attire. He looked like some kind of character that was like an agent or something. His black shirt had rips and it was stained with blood. His cargo pants contained holsters for what you assumed were guns and knives but he didn’t have them.

“What happened to you?” You asked as you sat in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at you, almost perplexed at why you even sat in front of him while he was still very clearly infected.

He didn’t answer to your question, he was still wary of you but there was a certain gaze in his eyes.

Hunger.

His eyes remained on your neck but then he stood up and took slow and staggering steps towards you.

“You smell…” he started. So he can talk. He just chooses not to. He narrowed his eyes at you as he tried to put your scent into words.

And then, without warning, he quickly pulled your wrists and pressed your body against his. He stuffed his face on your neck and took a heavy sniff on your skin, he groaned as the scent infiltrated his nose.

“Smells good,” he whispered. He dragged his tongue around the pulse point of your neck. You tried to fight him but something told you that he wasn’t all that dangerous. He seemed human. A little too human.

He pulled back and gave your body a once over, something else caught his nose. His nose flared as his eyes narrowed at you.

“Blood,” he whispered as he eyes you suspiciously, “you’re bleeding…” I croaked out in a raspy voice. You looked at him confused.

Bleeding? You clearly weren’t injured so what—oh.

He could smell that you were bleeding from your period. You mentally cursed yourself, is that why that hoard of zombies were following you earlier today? No wonder.

He took a step towards you, almost as if wanted to smell you again. But this time, you didn’t fight it. You were almost amused as to see what he was going to do.

At first, you thought he was going to lunge at you and bite you. But it took you by surprise when all of a sudden, he leaned down and grabbed your ankles. He then pulled on them, causing you to fall on your back. You looked at him perplexed, was this a new of attacking someone?

“I want to taste,” he voiced in a hoarse tone. His voice was deeper and almost needy. He wanted—no, he needed to taste you.

He was a starved man and you were the perfect oasis he could feast on. He got on his knees and settled between your legs but he didn’t do anything yet.

He may be infected but he was still a gentleman.

“Please,” he begged as he looked at you with pleading eyes. His mouth was watering, he could practically taste the metallic blood on his tongue and it was driving his primal instincts crazy.

“Please let me taste you,” he whispered again as his hands traveled along your thighs. You were almost tempted to say no and kill him on the spot. But he was handsome and he seemed smart. Maybe you’d keep him for your journeys.

With a slight nod of your head, he didn’t waste time on taking off your pants and panties in one swift motion.

His tongue darted out and he licked his lips upon seeing the sight of your bloody cunt in front of him. It was like a buffet for him. He slowly eased himself further on the floor as his face neared your entrance. The strong coppery smell of your blood made him act like a whole different man.

He went from needy and pleading to one that wasted no time in ravaging you. He traced his tongue along the slit of your entrance, tasting your blood that had caused his body to shiver. He groaned a guttural groan and waiting no time in darting his tongue inside your cunt to lap at the blood, making sure to suck and clean you off.

You were shocked but when you felt his tongue, the sensation made you throw your head back and grip his hair tightly in your hand. You pulled his head closer as he continued his ministrations with his tongue. He flicked and licked everywhere he could.

His hands gripped at your hips as your moans filled the air and it was enough for him to just keep going. For a moment, all he could think about was quenching his devilish hunger. To finally be able to feast on such sweet and addictive blood was like a miracle.

He knew you were getting aroused and although this was something new for you, you couldn’t help but feel attracted to it. To this.

You’ve only ever heard of men eating women out on their period but to actually experience it made you feel blessed. Maybe not all men were bad. But was he even considered a human? You didn’t know and you didn’t care. His mouth on your cunt felt good.

Slick and blood dripped down his face and for a moment you wondered if he could breathe. He hasn’t pulled back at all to catch his breath, he was a possessed man. Starved and munching on you.

The coil in your stomach started to stretch as he kept eating you as if you were a five star restaurant. He didn’t stop, he only went faster. His lips were firmly pressed against your cunt as his tongue swirled inside you, licking and tasting each ounce of blood that came from within you.

“I’m gonna—“ you said as you gripped his hair tightly. He only grunted in response and dragged his tongue along your slit until he found your clit, he flicked it with his tongue before he sucked on it. But the smell of blood was intoxicating and he couldn’t help but dive back into your bloody pussy.

He felt your walls pulsate and around him as you grinded your hips along his face. He didn’t fight against you, in fact, he encouraged you.

Your body arched as you came around his face and he licked off any remnant of blood and cum that came out of you.

He looked up at you as he watched your chest heave up and down from coming down from your high. His lips pressed one final kiss on your cunt before he pulled back and wiped the juices off his face with the back of his hand—before he licked the back of his hand.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he whispered and stood up. He took your clothes from the floor and held them to you.

He watched as you got dressed but he didn’t attack. For a zombie, he seemed rather nice and friendly. For now at least.

“Let’s make a deal,” you said after you caught your breath, “You help me and in return I’ll let you do this again.”

His eyes narrowed in suspicious. It seemed like a good deal. Almost too good, “How do I know you won’t lie?”

“You’ll just have to trust me,” you said as you smirked at him and patted his cheek, “Come now. We’ve got places to explore and loot.”

As you began to walk ahead, he couldn’t help but scoff at your assertive nature. He thought you were crazy for wanting him to join you but he also couldn’t pass the chance of eating out your blood again. So, he followed behind you.

“By the way,” you started as he walked next to you, “You didn’t answer my question. What happened to you and how can you talk?”

He looked at you with a raised brow and a smirk, “I got the vaccine years ago but I still got ambushed.”

“Okay… but how do I also know you won’t do that to me?” You asked with skepticism.

He maintained that smug smirk on his and he stopped walking as he stared down at you, “You’ll just have to trust me.”

He began to walk ahead as you remained shocked, he just gave you your own words. A dry scoff escaped your lips and you quickly ran behind him.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[starsurface]

Pt 3/3 of the Babyspace Regressor Hcs!! :D

Some might be a bit out of character, but I don't like imagining Bi-Han as this mean, spiteful lover. Don't get me wrong, he isn't perfect and definitely needs to work through some issues, but he'd probably, eventually, realize that screaming at you for little things doesn't work in a relationship.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Bi-Han w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

❄️ He does adore you, even if he doesn't always tell you

❄️ Actually really likes baby regressors because he thinks they're less matiedence

❄️ Like, don't get him wrong, he'll love you no matter what headspace you regress to

❄️ But he doesn't have to chase a big kid around the house, or have to pick up after craft activities (which he'll still do because he loves you)

❄️ But he does prefer to just lay back and cuddle, maybe watch some cartoons if you want

❄️ . . . Unless you're an active regressor like Tomas, he's gotta keep on his toes!!

❄️ You were just sitting beside him, how on earth did you crawl all the way to the kitchen and start chewing on a fork in the minute he looked away??

❄️ You just giggle and show him your new fork friend, which he'll take away because he's a big meanie >:( (and he doesn't want metal in your mouth)

❄️ Is much more willing to buy you regression items than to buy himself stuff

❄️ Your his baby, of course he's going to spoil you

❄️ If you mention you like something, or look at it too long, expect it on your bed with a little note

❄️ No ifs or buts, he likes spoiling you and he's gonna do it >:(

❄️ Doesn't NOT like leaving you with others

❄ ️You're his baby!! He doesn't trust others to babysit you!!

❄️ Will also act like your the one dependent on him (no one believes him, he's just as clingy as you some days)

❄️ Although he gets really busy sometimes, so unfortunately you do need a babysitter (being the Grandmaster takes up a lot of his time unfortunately)

❄️ Tomas and Kuai Liang are his go to babysitters

❄️ ^ And surprisingly Raiden? He's very good with regressors, especially babyspace regressors

❄️ Favorite CG nicknames are Dada and Bi

❄️ Got super confused the first time you babbled in front of him and wondered if you were trying to tell him something important

❄️ ^ Don't worry, he got better over time

❄️ Babble encourager, but also gets so lost sometimes

❄️ Completely panicked the first time you needed something and all you could do was babble

❄️ Favorite nicknames for you are Snowflake, Sweetheart, Honey, and Little One

❄️ Doesn't really like going outside while your small

❄️ Not because he's embarrassed or ashamed of you (and he'll freeze anyone who dare thinks otherwise) but because it's easier to regress inside the comforts of your own rooms

❄️ Although if you wanna have a snow day . .

He won't say no

❄️ He'll take you outside, probably making you wear an outfit that you can barely move in, and will help you make a small snowman and snow angels

❄️ Usually he doesn't do PDA (massive cuddle bug behind closed doors though) but if your clingy out in public, he won't belittle you, that wouldn't be nice

❄️ You better believe you aren't leaving his side when your small

❄️ No Sir, he has a constant watch over you!!

❄️ What if you got hurt? Or crawled and touched something you shouldn't have? He can't chance it!!

❄️ Because of this, most times he'll carry you around on his hip or have you snuggle up to him

❄️ If you're super clingy, that's great!!

❄️ If you want a tiny bit more independence, just tell him and he'll change according to your preference

❄️ His favorite activity is cuddle time, where he can swaddle you and hold you for hours

❄️ But if you like playing a bit more, he can do tummy time

❄️ Would prefer you laying on him, but he guesses he can buy you a playmat 😒 (he'll look for the best one with little to no hesitation)

❄️ Finds it funny if you try to eat his nose, but will redirect you to a paci or chewie

❄️ If you ever regresser because of his anger issues or such, he'd feel so terrible

❄️ Tries his hardest to make it up too, he never meant to hurt you like that

❄️ Doesn't yell at you while you're small, but there have been a few close calls

❄️ Luckily, he's learnt a bit how to control his anger, and will instead give you the most nastiest ‘Knock it off’ glare if your being naughty on purpose

❄️ Although honestly, your so small and tiny, you rarely ever get the glare

❄️ How could he punish a baby for their crimes? You never meant to knock over your plate of food, he understands it was an accident

❄️ If you use diapers, he'll always make sure to have an extra box in his closet just in case

❄️ Another CG that's very sweet and comforting when it comes to diapers

❄️ Although warning, his fingers are really cold >:(

❄️ Actually, he's really cold in general

❄️ If you wanna cuddle him, you'll have to wear a few layers (a fuzzy onesie should be fine)

❄️ He'll also wrap you up in a few blankets before cuddling with you, just in case

❄️ While he does keep most of his intimidating persona (it's hard to drop, even around you) he does try to be more gentler because of how tiny you are

❄️ If you call him out for It, he'll pour and deny it, calling you silly

❄️ If someone else points it out, they're frozen on spot (Johnny almost missed his photo shoot because of it)

❄️ He'd use his powers to make you little snowflakes!!!

❄️ Like Rain, doesn't like using his powers for reasons he deems ‘silly’

❄️ But is also very prideful in his abilities, and adores showing them off

❄️ I just feel like he'd really like tapping your nose when you do something funky

❄️ Doesn't give much verbal praise, more kisses your temple and gives you a treat

❄️ If you want verbal praise though? Just tell him and he'll try his hardest

❄️ Man is usually a very tough and strict guy, but you melt his icy heart <3 (hehe)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I actually really like Bi-Han. Some people make him super mean (and I'm not saying he's not) but it gets intense sometimes. :(

Hope you enjoyed!! :D

[destinyc1020]

https://www.vox.com/culture/355242/hollywood-it-boy-diversity-problem-barry-keoghan-jacob-elordi-jeremy-allen-white

Interesting article, I wish me MOC were spotlighted lik a lot of these "white boys of the months"who can do 1 project and suddently are everywhere.

This was a VERY well-written article Anon! I enjoyed reading it! 😊 It really gave food for thought.

First off, I just wanna say that the Michael B. Jordan erasure is just.... 🥴 Seriously?? How are you all gonna act like this man doesn't exist??

Anyway...

I really do think that there are a lot of factors that play into 1) why there are so few "movie stars" of the younger generation these days, and 2) why there's such a lack of diversity.

Chiiiiiile....You're gonna need to take a seat, cuz I's got THANGS to say on this one! It's gonna be a long one lol. 🤣

RE: Movie Stars....

I think the reasons are:

We are living in a different age from the 90s. People need to keep in mind that "the 90s" was at least 30 years ago. Things have changed. People have changed.

The invention of social media, more online "presence" (something that wasn't around much in the 90s) has also played a role

Actors these days aren't living in the age of Tom Cruise, Will Smith, Denzel, or even Leo DiCaprio were when they were making it big. I don't think you can even really compare them.

I also feel like Hollywood is more so about IPs and less about nurturing movie stars. We're living in a post-Marvel world, and for a LONG time it's been the IP (not the ACTOR) that is selling these films. I blame Hollywood for placing emphasis on nostalgic films, "reboots", and IP-heavy films in order to guarantee a sure success at the box office, as opposed to nurturing actors to become movie stars. Tom Cruise didn't become an A-List movie star overnight. None of those A-list actors did. I think people tend to forget that! You have to give many of these younger actors some TIME.

Did I mention social media?? To me, social media has sort of taken away the aspect of "mystery" and "unattainability" that a lot of movie stars and A-List actors had back in the day. Now days, fans have their favorite actors at their fingertips, and they can even comment and interact w/them on social media. That was NOT a thing 30 years ago.

Being more "relatable" to fans is more of a thing than it was 30 years ago. If you're so "relatable" to fans now days, fans start to see you on THEIR level, and it might be hard to view you as a "movie star" when you're so down to earth and "relatable" Lol. 😅 Idk...just saying. You almost need an air of snobbery lol. 😅

RE: Lack of Diversity....

First of all, let's be honest, Hollywood has ALWAYS struggled in this department. 😒🙄 The article is right though, for a while there, it seemed like HW was making a turn for the better.... With films coming out staring actors like Mahershala Ali, Daniel Kaluuya, Chadwick Boseman, Michael B. Jordan, etc.

What happened?? Well, let's see shall we? Umm...First of all, Chadwick Boseman DIED. 😭 I actually saw him getting to the level of Will Smith if he had stayed alive, because he was just so darn likeable, and a VERY good actor.

Ummm....Jonathan Majors had assault charges... 😭 Yet ANOTHER talented Black male actor who was starting to get a lot of hype and attention, and was even starting to gain the label from women as "hot", even though he has a Butter Face lol. 😅🤣 But charges of assaulting your gf don't seem to go over too well when you're trying to make it "big" in Hollywood. 🥴

Rege Jean Page was another one who was labeled HOT (and he IS!) after Bridgerton aired. I was excited for him too, but then, his career seemed to take a turn for the worst after he no longer was on "Bridgerton". He still has a chance though to turn this around lol... But yea....

Kelvin Harrison Jr. is super talented imo, but I feel like he needs some more bigger films (he wasn't really the main focus in "Elvis" ) under his belt in order to get more girls to notice him. I remember that he was supposed to be in Euphoria (which could have gotten him more exposure) but then he dropped out all of a sudden (maybe due to filming conflicts w/another project).

My pick to lead the way is still Michael B. Jordan. Women LOVE him! 🥰 He's hot as idk what, he's charming, and he's been in large films, and even made his directorial debut with "Creed 3"! 😁

Daniel Kaluuya is also a great pick as well... But do women really "sweat" him like that?? Idk lol... 👀 You kinda need someone who has some sex appeal. I'm sorry, but when I see Daniel, I see a good actor, but for some reason, he kinda lacks that "something" that makes me say: "Ooooo yeaaa.... I wanna get with him for one night" lol. 🤣 I'm sorry, but that is probably what is lacking lol....for ME anyway. He's a good actor though!

Another thing...Do young black women go ga-ga over actors like that? Serious question. 🤔 I always feel like as a community, we as black women tend to go HAM for the musical artists. I remember growing up I always felt like I was kind of like an anomaly cuz I always loved and crushed on the ACTORS way more than I crushed on male music artists lol. 😅 I feel like it's kinda rare in the black community for us as women (or young girls) to be crushing on male actors like that. I always felt kind of alone in that regard. Thank goodness I had a small group of other black friends around my age who felt the same way I did and shared my love of film. 🥰 (I might make a poll out of this to see what others think)

I kind of feel like SOME sectors of the population (i.e. white girls) tend to be more of the obsessive types when it comes to "internet boyfriends" lol. There are some who just fangirl over guys more than others it seems. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Some segments of the population tend to be way more obsessive with the fangirling and the fanfic writing, the going-to-see-a-movie-10x-because-so-and-so-is-in-it.

I also feel like Hollywood tends to push certain actors with a certain look, and that look very rarely includes black (or moc) men.

I think Dev Patel is promising.... So are Henry Golding, Charles Melton, and Anthony Ramos. I also think that what makes a "movie star" isn't always just the movie, but also what you push them into doing. Tom Holland didn't become a movie star JUST because he played Spiderman. I mean, that certainly HELPED (don't get me wrong lol), but he also became a movie star because he was pushed into various different avenues of promotion for the film when it came out. Lip Sync Battle, radio interviews, TONS Of ComicCon appearances and Meet and Greets. I feel like Hollywood doesn't really NURTURE black male actors like this in order to become movie stars. You kind of have to be EVERYWHERE for a little while so that people will come to know you. THAT is how you become a movie star. It's not just the movie, it's all of the other little things that go along with it. And I don't see Hollywood doing that for black male actors. Some black films aren't even given HALF the amount of global press tour that white films are given. Just saying...

It's interesting that Pedro Pascal was mentioned, cuz a lot of women sweat him and he's well into his 40s. Very interesting (and good) point!

Sorry for this lengthy discourse (if you've even made it down this far ROTFL). 😅

TL;DR Version: I think there are a LOT of factors that play into why there has been a "movie star" drought in Hollywood lately, and why MOC aren't pushed as much to the forefront.

[nobleriver]

Hi! Hu! Hi! It's me, again! I just had a thought and I needed to get it out and you'll be the one I thought of first- other than my sister who is not a Whovian but does love River. But River- River with children... River taking care of others- at the cost of her self.

River being the one baby/toddler Anthony wants to be held by most. To her parents' joy and exasperation. Cause they will be holding and spoiling him but the minute he sees her- he's straining out wanting to be held by big sister. At first, this used to terrify River- afraid of accidently hurting or dropping him but getting used and being comforted by holding him later on. Also being a bit smug the way firstborn are when little siblings prefers them over Mom and Dad.

And then Anthony grows up- still loving his sister most; other than his parents of course- and his child does the same thing he did- strain out of his grasp because she wants her auntie Melody to hold her. Amy thinks it's payback and teases Anthony about it often. Rory taked Amy's side to Anthony constration and River is just delighted over holding her niece.

When Amy and Rory died- River stayed in the past as long as she could. Helping her brother grief. Making sure he takes care of himself and only letting herself fall apart in silence.

When Anthony died- she was there alongside her niece. They heard his last words. River comforting and hugging her niece and only grieving in the safety of her Mom's console.

Neither Anthony or his daughter or Amy and Rory learned of her fate BTW. Not while they were alive but in their death- the doctor visited their graves- after Deliriuim- to let them know and apologize for not saving her life.

Abused children looking at River and gravitating towards her in planets she saves. Because they know she knows what's it's like- the way children intuitively knows when someone is safe or not and they know she will protect them no matter what. And River does- she protects them, gives them safe homes, bring them back home if they want and if they ask for it, exact revenge against their abusers.

Her losing her cool if a child is a victim and letting her darker side out- same way the doctor does.

Post- library, when she meets 14 and the Noble-Mott-Temple family- she takes Rose under her wing. Calling her niece- going out with her in little auntie- niece dates. Teaching her a bit on how to drive the TARDIS- and taking her out on the TARDIS too. Both of them and Donna teaming up against 14. She had to be held back a couple of times from taking care of transphobic assholes. She still takes care of them of course- with Rose's premission and Donna's help but it's in subtle ways that's can't be traced back to them. The family knows of course. But River flashes an innocent- unbelievable- smile: Donna just smirks and everybody decids it's better not to ask. Sylvia is just disappointed she didn't get to join though. 😒

14 sometimes regrets the day these two met- they're a force of nature individually and unstoppable together. He's just happy he's not on their bad side. Shaun is just delighted his wife and daughter are happy- and happy his brother in law got his wife back.

She does the same thing with Ruby BTW- taking her under her wing- I mean to 15's eternal delight. He was less delighted when Ruby flirted with his wife when these two first met. But tbh, Ruby didn't know River was the doctor's wife at first.

But, that side- in my headcanon- also extends to the companions. Her checking in at first for the doctor and then growing to genuinely like them. Helping them here or there- from the background ofc. Maybe in some cases she develops friendships with them- a la Liv and Helen. I headcanon she and Martha are close friends too- first developed by River dropping in UNIT- fixing things and/or causing chaos. And then River would drop by and take Martha on adventurs here and there- mostly on Earth- foiling bad aliens. Martha was devastated when she learned of River's death.

I just... I just genuinely adore the thought of River being a caretaker and having people love and care for her in return but yet- her view of herself is still distorted and negative. At least until she heals enough to realize otherwise.

Anyway, thanks for letting me ramble. Hope you are having a lovely day!! 💗😘😊💕

Awww how lovely! I am having a good day. However, my brain is a little dead at this point. River has a fiercely protective heart, constantly putting her life on the line to save people just like the doctor, that's part of the attraction. She pretends not to, but she genuinely cares about people, especially her family. Actions speak louder than words. I can definitely see her and Martha hitting it off. They'd be brilliant.

[strawberrywindow]

Hey if you’re doing that ship thing….. Justin Hammer and Emil (or) Emil and Jen

Oooooh I will do both lol!

Justin and Emil

Ship It

1. I have complex feelings for this ship bc I also really like them as just platonic shitty best friends but when I do ship them I think they're very cute together in a lowkey toxic way. 😂 What made me ship them was thinking that they're essentially the evil version of the science bros ship (Bruce and Tony) and how funny it would be at how horrified Bruce and Tony would be if these two dumbasses who are both convinced they're Bruce and Tony's arch rivals started dating. And then I actually got attached to the ship, it started off as mainly crack 😂. Another big attractor was chatting with you about your Justin and Emil bc they've got some wonderful chemistry going on in your rewrite 🤧

2. My favorite thing about the ship is how opposites attract it is lol. Since we've got smarmy, fancy, CEO asshole meeting super soldier actual (reformed) nutcase who mutated himself into a monster for fun. The opposites but then also the similarities bc at the end of the day they're both wildly insecure with enormous egos and they're both sluts for money and attention. Like I feel they'd be 10/10 conmen together once they're both out of jail 💀 But those similarities also can allow for some softer parts in the relationship too bc they understand each other better than anyone else what it means to throw your life away for a revenge fueled whim and wind up taking the fall for even the stuff that WASN'T their fault. Also definitely still not being over the people that drove them to such lengths in the first place. Like they def talk mad shit about Tony and Bruce together. It's healing 🤗

3. Unpopular opinion is probably just shipping them in general agssgshdhfhf, neither of them are very popular lmao but that's why i like them. The rare pairs are always the best 😭

Jen and Emil

Ship It

1. These two make me feral, I love them so much. 😭 The She Hulk show made me ship them bc I really enjoyed how much these two genuinely seemed to grow attached to each other. Emil seems so appreciative of Jen helping him and then at the end there's the moment he protects her from the Intelligencia guys. 🥲🥲 And then Jen similarly becomes attached to him, she takes him up on his offer to come back to his ranch anytime if she feels she needs a break from the real world and then she is legit hurt that mans has been violating his parole behind her back. 🤧 I think she wants him to be better than he is willing to currently try to be, he's working on things still 💀, which just adds another layer to their relationship. I like to think if Emil has any shot at being actually redeemed in the MCU it's going to be through how he cares about Jen which just warms my heart so much. And while mans can be an asshole he's always been nothing but kind to Jen and she absolutely deserves a guy who's going to treat her well 🥲🥲🥲

2. My favorite things about the ship are how soft it allows them both to be. And also the angle of how Bruce is gonna handle it bc him being okay with Jen defending Blonsky in court is a lot different than this dude dating his cousin 😒😒😒 🤣 But mainly for Emil and Jen I just really love the idea of a more romantic relationship being a very good thing for them both. I think IF there is a person Emil will be less selfish for in canon it's probably going to be her (unless Nadia winds up being introduced in the MCU) and I think Jen would do well with being with someone that's going to move heaven and earth for her bc in She Hulk currently she's still pretty insecure when it comes to dating due to prior shitty experiences. I want her to be loved fr fr 🥲🥲 And then again, also the funnier side of things where there's the possibility of them being a couple but on opposite sides bc there's a lot of shenanigans that could ensue from that, like at some point mans will need to get a new lawyer if he doesn't shape up 😂.

3. Unpopular opinions uhhhh probably considered so by anyone who thinks that Jen can do better than Emil, which she definitely can lmfao but again, I've not seen many people also ship this, only a handful and most people who ship it seem just as in it for the vibes as I am so I'm not sure if I have any unpopular opinions for it 😂

Thank you for the ask!! Sorry for going off on a whole ass rant 🤣❤️

[jazzyjoya]

Sooo at this point i want to be a stripper why do we have to work this hard unless you are humiliating yourself or lowering your boundaries and degrading someone or group you'll be famous. Really weird in this world called earth 🌍. Overall we go to work do the job and complain the next day about the same stuff. Nosey people and drama at a place that's suppose to support you and your family. How do you suppose to obtain a career at a job you don't even like? Like nobody has answers to this life shit. The judge has a answer if you go against the law but not for living comfortably and taken care of your kids. Selfish ass world tbh because we have all this land that's not being used or its used for the dumbest crap. Like why not give it to poor build homes for the less fortunate. Why is Land that's free getting charged when it was already free we technically stole the land 😒. I need answers to it all. Why do we get taxed Money we work hard for This earth promotes negative but not anything of substance to have a better life for people who move off love.

#questiontheearth

[neteluvr-library]

NOOOOOOOO I CANT BELIEVE THE END IS HERE IM SO SAD 😭 andra bby i love MiM!!!! i remember you saying you were nervous because this was different from anything else you've written, but you did such an amazing job throughout the series. i loved the dynamic between neteyam and vi and it was really fun to watch their super mean, but also humorous relationship? as always, you do such an amazing job at characterizing neteyam and giving all of your characters depth!! and trauma. i feel like MiM was really angsty, but at the same time, it wasn't heartbreakingly angsty? like it was the right amount of angst but i think it really balanced well with the sharpness of neteyam and vi? like yes the situation was sad but you couldn't dwell on it too long because here comes neteyam/vi in another insult match and trying to compete HAHAHA and as much as i want to take sides, vi, i completely understand and see the gray area between neteyam and vi and i love how you continued to emphasize that through the series. this was a TRUE enemies to lovers, hella emphasis on the ENEMIES, and i love that so much because its such a good trope especially when its as dark as this one.

OKAY NOW ENOUGH OF THAT LET ME ACTUALLY GO READ ... chefs kiss to the coney island title 🤲 #coneyislandsupremacy

Mo’at’s beautiful, sagacious eyes that always felt like they could see through you, through deception and conceit, and get to the soul of problem, the inner core of your amalgamation of conflicting, earth-shattering emotions, covered by a crust of barely-there composure, ready to erupt with any slight friction of the tectonic plates of your heart.

BESTIEEEE!!!!! okay wow you are starting off so strong already. how the hell did you even come up with this sentence? this is literally amazing and i need to know how long it took you to write this. mo'at literally sees all 😭😭

You thought about his actions, about what drove them, about how, at the end of the day, they were the same driving forces that you acted on. 

Ohh, I really like that Vi realized this because I think in order for Neteyam and her to EVER get to a good place, then they have to both acknowledge and realize how they equally played a role in what happened. Like it's so much easier to point fingers, but pointing fingers does nothing but absolve people of their accountability?

...it had less to do with the boy and more to do with you, with how his dad reminded you of your own...

Hot girls have daddy issues 😍😍

No, the thought of one day being one with the boy who shone light through the broken cracks of your soul every day

THE VISUAL IMAGERY!!!

You thought that, by saying no, you could make your dad proud, you could make Jake proud… make him proud.

GODDAMIT!!!!! I have to say that Vi's reasoning is very noble and considerate of Neteyam. It would be such a waste for Vi to become tsakarem!!!! But like...did she at least explain her answer to Jake 😒 HAHAHAH I'm assuming no. Neteyam and Vi are the biggest and most lethal miscomunation trope ever 😭

O’i’en was right,

Moment of silence for O'i'en.

...luscious clearing he felt like he was reclaiming, like it could slowly be his… both of yours again. 

Neteyam ya'll have way too many unresolved issues to let one sex session make you feel hopeful 😤 But also, poor Neteyam HAHAAHAH (not really, I think he needs to grovel)

Edit: at least he knows this in the next paragraph AHAHAHAH

Angry and seething, as he was, he picked himself up from the floor...

OH LORD WHAT ARE WE ABOUT TO GET INTO FELSFEKJNGKBGKRD

....the need to hide your pain deep inside yourself, no matter how hard life was grinding you down, it was intrinsic to you in a way you would never be able to shake. 

NO because its always easier to mask your pain by doing things that are the complete opposite of how you feel.

You knew you shouldn’t be here. There were better, more important things for you to do. 

I'm gonna hire a therapist for Vi 😭 Why do I feel like Neteyam is going to come barging in and they're gonna have either a screaming match or a decent, honest conversation. Maybe both?

You had to say goodbye. You owed her a proper funeral. You owed her a goodbye.

RIP OARE😭❤️

“Sempu…”

“Shh, kid. It’s ok. You’re ok… we’re gonna be ok.”

AWWW OKAY I WAS WRONG!!! But this was really sweet ): I feel like Vi needs all the love she can get right now because she's literally suffering? I always love when your write sweet moments with Jake because it feels so healing.

After everything, everything that has happened, everything you’ve both done...

WHAT DOES HE EXPECT OMGGGGG

He thought about how broken you both were now that the the fall did come to its unsightly end, and how it left you both in pieces, in sharp shards that found each other’s flesh to dig into and lacerate, unable to stop yourself from falling apart around each other even at the bitter final act.

OKAY MIM IS LITERALLY YOUR BEST WRITING YET like i think all of your series have a lot of insight and interesting lessons and views on life and the world, right? and there's always been a very dreamy and romantic aspect to your writing and the way you describe feelings and thoughts. but it's like every other sentence in MiM sounds like something that came out of a poetry book or every other sentence has a really amazing synonym, simile, metaphor, etc. like the level of writing is unreal.

He deserved more than this.

I agree with Neteyam on this but also he needs to understand that Vi is grieving right now. Like yes, Neteyam is also grappling with the loss of the battle and everything else, but Vi is now processing everything that happened with Oare and the battle and Neteyam and herself

“I thought I was doing the right thing. A father protects. But I failed to recognise how that would affect you, how much the pressure I put on your shoulders, on Neteyam’s shoulders, would come to hurt you, to push you to this point. My words and my actions were what drove you both to the dark place you find yourselves in right now, and I’m sorry.”

WHO ELSE CLAPPPED?????? i will NEVER get over Jake owning up to his mistakes and holding himself accountable. its so sexy

We all make mistakes, and sometimes the mistakes hurt and they cut and they fester, sometimes they are big enough to take over your whole world and eclipse any light shining through. But… people deserve a second chance. 

I always love the lessons you write ❤️ Because even though they're being said in the context of fanfiction, everything you say is so applicable to real life.

Is this how you felt? This whole time… this is how you felt? So insignificant and small, so used… abandoned, angry and heartbroken… just how he felt. 

LMFAO DO YOU KNOW THAT MEME WHERE ITS LIKE "boys will take drugs and learn the same stuff that girls do at 12 years old (in regard to life, feelings, empathy" THAT JUST REMINDED ME OF NETEYAM RIGHT NOW LMFAO but also I'm glad BOTH of them are realizing things and being empathetic toward's each others respective feelings. like yeah Neteyam this is how Vi felt, NOW WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT

The not knowing, the self-doubt and guilt, the feeling like you were nothing more than a toy, ready to be outgrown, knowing you were disposable to someone you thought loved you… it was worse.

no bc this is so scary i hope i never go through this bc i wont survive

This he could do, and would, because he needed to, and he knew, deep down, you did, too.

AWWWWWWWWW what a sweetie pie ): <3 (i say as I have been mentally cursing at Neteyam this entire chapter)

he’s had than the reality he had to live through, ones in which you came to him, and let your guard down, one in which he got to comfort you instead of bring you pain, ones in which you were his and he was yours, one in which things were good, and pure, like you were. 

*VIOLENT SCREAMING* yeah i have this same fucking dream too LMFOOAAOAO except i have no one to run to

“Guess he knows I can take it.” 

VI IS EVERYTHING. HES JUST NETEYAM!!! he is so in love with her ): he looks at her and think's shes a literal goddess no one will ever compare to vi in his heart ): i LOVE A STRONG FEMALE CHARACTER YASSS!!!!! especially when they're a young female character like yes baby you strut into the world and you fucking own it and take it by the hands before anyone else can take it from underneath you

“I’m alone, too. I’m all alone. And I’m scared… of being alone. Of ending up alone. And I think you are, too. So maybe… maybe we can be alone together.”

IM GONNA FUCKING CRY STOP RIGHT NOW ANDRA

When you left, it broke something in me. 

ATAN 🤝 VI

being abandoned by neteyam

It was necessary, this moment that was long overdue, and although you were sorrowful of the fact it took losing so much for you to realise it, you were grateful that did come in the end. 

IM SO FUCKING HAPPY THEY FINALLY APOLOGIZED TO EACH OTHER!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AGES they were such beautiful apologies. now KISS!!!!!! just kidding but i am so happy for them, it was a long time coming, but now they can stop reveling in the hurt and move onto a brighter, happier future filled with communication and healing

“Ah, that’s too bad… maybe one day. One day, you’ll beat me at this, and on that day, Vi, I will fall to my knees in eternal servitude.” 

THE BANTER BETWEEN THEM ):

“Friends?”

“Friends.”

AHHHHHH IM GONNA CRY FR I CANT BELEIVE ITS OKAY

honestly, i was really shocked that were was no smut included and this isn't how i thought the ending would go. like yeah you posted that they would end up together, but i thought they would like ACTUALLY ACTUALLY be together. you're always surprising me andra!!!! we have to expect the unexpected with you 🤪

With that being said, I am in no way disappointed with the ending. In fact, I really love it and how it deviated from a straightforward happy ending because like yeah, Neteyam and Vi have such a complex relationship with years of hurt, that I think it would have been unrealistic for them to be mated by the end of this chapter. The ending fits them a lot and acknowledges that Vi needed her own time to heal, which I love, because she really did need her own time to heal and they both needed to take things at a slow pace so they could eventually transition into a full relationship. They needed time to get to know each other again and learn who they've fully become as adults. And I feel like that is such an accurate portrayal of how relationships are in real life? Nothing is ever that simple, or black and white, and both people need to put in the time and effort to make things work. Love is a product of effort and understanding and Neteyam and Vi needed to work on those things to move forward.

I was so curious when you said there would be only two chapters left because i felt like there was still so many things unresolved and when you said that they would end up together, I WAS LIKE WTF HOW IS SHE GONNA ACCOMPLISH THIS????? technically, they did end up together, just not in the way that i imagined. but for story and writing purposes, you made a really smart choice by ending it the way you did. Iike logically it makes the most sense and i feel like it also speaks to how well you know your own characters.

I loved the ending scene, it was so fucking adorable and I love how you left it on a humourous, but hopeful note for the both of them. I can't wait to see where their relationship goes in their one shot. ❤️ I FEEL SO ATTACHED TO NETEYAM AND VI NOW ): I DONT WANT THEM TO GO 😭😭 okay ily andra you are so talented and thank you always for all you do for the fandom xxx

edit: i MEAN TO REBLOG THIS ON MY MAIN AHHHHHHHHH

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕍𝕀𝕀𝕀: 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕄𝕪 ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕕

pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!reader

synopsis: In the wake of your separation, your mind is made as to the future of your rocky relationship with your once best friend, now best enemy, Neteyam.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, angst (mentions of violence, battle, blood, death, confrontation, admission of feelings), strong language.

wc: 6.7k words

a/n: besties, it brings me sorrow to say that monster in me has come to an end, and i can only hope you enjoy and have enjoyed this story, that turned from a silly little fic about two people who hate/crave each other into so much more than i ever envisioned. i really struggled writing this chapter, and i hope i don't disappoint with the ending, and i hope you like it. what i can say, is that this is not the end for Neteyam and Vi, as I have at least one more oneshot in mind to showcase their ... progress (hehe). having smut in this chapter didn't feel right to me, but it doesn't mean it's not coming ;) pun intended.

as always, thank you so much for reading and engaging with my stories and with me, it means more than I could ever express into words. I love you besties, and i hope you stick around for a long time, because i will x

na'vi compendium: txepvi  - spark, oare - moon, nawm - great, tsakarem - tsa'hik in training, atokirina - seed of the tree of souls, sa'nok - mother, senpu - affectionate term for dad

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Break my soul in two looking for you But you're right here

“Are you sure, ma ‘ite? You know we wouldn’t force you into anything, but… please think it through. Eywa’s vision was clear, and it showed you two together. Eywa is never wrong, you know this.”

You thought about it, barely able to look into Mo’at's beautiful, sagacious eyes that always felt like they could see through you, through deception and conceit, and get to the soul of problem, the inner core of your amalgamation of conflicting, earth-shattering emotions, covered by a crust of barely-there composure, ready to erupt with any slight friction of the tectonic plates of your heart. You thought about last night, about his words, that still rang in your ears in a muffled cacophony of sounds you were trying your hardest to drown out, that you were scared would end up drowning you, instead. 

“I loved you, Vi.I fucking loved you. You were everything to me. And you broke me.” 

“Even the smallest similarity killed me, reminded me how much I hate you, how much I want to, how much I don't. I've wanted to hate you so much, I tried so hard, but you were in every dream, in every fantasy, you haunted me my whole life."

You thought about his actions, about what drove them, about how, at the end of the day, they were the same driving forces that you acted on. Hurt. Betrayal. Jealousy. Fear. You thought about your actions. How poison crept beneath your skin and pooled in your heart and pumped it through your whole bloodstream, until it was all there was, until it blinded you, and how he started this, but you continued it. 

How his fault was indifference, and yours was madness that only he had the power to force out of you. You thought about his parents, and how his dad was now your dad, and how hard you fought for hearing the magic words: “we couldn’t have done it without you, kid”. Those words, and the “you’re welcome” that followed, became as necessary to you as the air you breathe. It may have started, this need to gain Jake’s approval, as a way to get a rise out of Neteyam, your best attempt at getting him to lash out at you, scream and yell, anything but the horrible silence he ordained you with, but in time, it had less to do with the boy and more to do with you, with how his dad reminded you of your own, how the words of praise and admiration made the ones you were used to, that you’d never hear again, echo through the your tent and through the forest, hidden in between the whistles and sonorous trills of birds, but never forgotten, not to you. 

You thought about his specious assumptions, and your words, and how, despite what you spat at him last night, they weren’t the whole truth. You did tell Jake that you didn’t want to mate with him, but not out of a lack of love or desire. No, the thought of one day being one with the boy who shone light through the broken cracks of your soul every day after your parents died, the boy who himself shone brighter than any star or sun or galaxy out there in the vast unknown, the boy who challenged you, and annoyed you, and loved you, and got you… it made you happy. It made butterflies flutter in your stomach and tingle, it made a fuzzy feeling gather in your brain and haze your mind until it was full of nothing but misty reveries, of a life beyond your wildest dreams and fantasies, of night flights and battles won together, of family found and family kept. 

You told Jake what you did because your dreams couldn’t happen while you were pushed to the side and made to undertake the duties of a Tsakarem, they couldn’t happen if you had to forsake your talents and an integral part of yourself. You thought that, by saying no, you could make your dad proud, you could make Jake proud… make him proud. You thought that by becoming the warrior you knew you could one day be, you could help him… take away some of the burden that you knew he was shouldering all by himself, that of the eldest son, the responsible child, the prodigy of the clan. More than anything, you wanted to be worthy of him and of his love. That’s why you said no. 

If I can't relate to you anymore Then who am I related to?

But now, it was all wrong. Your love, your hate, your history and your future, everything you’ve done, everything you should have done. It was all wrong. O’i’en was right, you realised. You held onto this broken relationship, this hopeless promise of a mateship, not because you wanted revenge, but because you wanted him… in any way you could get him. Your undefeated stubbornness, and the war that left too many collateral victims for you to ever be able to sleep at night again, led to scars in your soul no one could ever fix, that you’d have to mend yourself in time, that you never could while in an arrangement you should have declined to begin with. It was finally time… 

“I’m sure, ma Tsa’hik.”

…time to say goodbye to the child you knew - the one you were, the one he was, and the love that took too much of both of you, the one that turned to ashes in your mouth. 

And if this is the long haul How'd we get here so soon?

Neteyam’s confusion was normal for the dazed, quiet astir he found himself in after just waking up. What wasn’t normal, however, is how the confusion didn’t evaporate once the blurry haze disappeared, but only deepened with the sight, or lack thereof, awaiting him in the green, luscious clearing he felt like he was reclaiming, like it could slowly be his… both of yours again. He didn’t feel this way now, in this place that all of a sudden felt barren and cold, like an endless tundra, like his soul felt. You were gone. 

In a way, it was to be expected. In some way, Neteyam knew last night was a just a fluke, a heady combination of overflowing of intense emotions that were too intense to be contained, that had to be released in the only way you both knew how, in the only way that would push the hurt aside and leave only a mess of denial and pleasure in its wake, because an orgasm is always easier to deal with than the pain that came with the cathartic act of confession, of owning up to your mistakes, of talking through years of hurt pent up in your already broken soul. You both did what you did best, so Neteyam shouldn’t be surprised. And yet he was. 

He wasn’t only surprised, he realises. No, he would be happy if that was all he was. Neteyam was angry. Angry and seething, as he was, he picked himself up from the floor, the smell of you still imbedded in his nostrils, your cum still on him as he took in his naked form, before tightening his loincloth over his hips, a task easier said than done with the furious slashing of his tail whose movements he couldn’t control, no matter how hard he tried. He didn’t know why such intense, overpowering anger was washing over him in tidal waves that were crushing his spirit under their monstrous weight, removing any reason from his mind, any sane reasoning or critical thinking. Why would he expect you to stay? You didn’t owe him anything, and this changed nothing. Nothing’s different. Neither of you admitted to anything, neither were able to admit to the fault either of you had in the unraveling of your relationship, in the actions that lead to death and hurt, to pain and loss. So why did it matter?

"The first step in solving any problem is recognising there is one, brother. The sooner you admit your feelings, the sooner you can work towards fixing your broken relationship."

Did I close my fist around something delicate? Did I shatter you?

With a sigh, Neteyam made his way back to the village, hoping that once he saw you, all the answers would come rushing back to him, would make it perfectly clear as to the path he was supposed to take, the words that he was supposed to utter, which puerile confessions were better said and which better left gathering dust in the back of the rooms of his heart. When he saw you, he'd finally know...

The day was in full swing in the clan, as people were making the final preparations for the funeral processions that would take place once eclipse settled in. Neteyam winced at the mourning families, at the bodies laid on the floor, covered in leaves and flowers, in the way they'd remain, until their flesh would return to Eywa, return to the nature from which they were born, allowing for growth that would keep the community going. One life ends, another begins. That saying was as much part of him as any organ, any physical aspect of him was. That saying was the dogma of the Omaticaya, of the Na'vi as a whole. He knew it by heart, its meaning coursed through his veins, and yet, it didn't lessen the blow. It didn't stop the hurt and the pain of having to watch it, having to know to some extent, he was at fault for it.

He expected to see you by now, lending a hand, despite the fact you should be taking it easy - you were never one for rule following, and although you got better in time, especially after your blooming relationship with O’i’en, who, despite it killing Neteyam to admit, was a positive influence in your life, some things about you would never change. The need to help, to be of use, to prove your worth, the need to feel like you’re making an effort, the need to hide your pain deep inside yourself, no matter how hard life was grinding you down, it was intrinsic to you in a way you would never be able to shake. And so Neteyam was sure he'd see you here. But he didn't. Instead, he saw his mother, spotting him from across the patch of forest they called home, eyeing him intently, with a blend of emotions Neteyam couldn't quite place. There was a heaviness to her, which he couldn't say he felt surprised about, but the twinge of fear and pity in her eyes, clearly directed at her eldest son, was something he didn't expect to see, and it scared him. Without any thought, he tracked towards his family's tent, unable to break his gaze from her, whose own fell to the floor, before turning away and entering the home, the flaps swinging closed behind her, the sudden chasm between them putting a knot in Neteyam's throat. Something was wrong. What else could be wrong?

And I'm sitting on a bench in Coney Island Wondering, "Where did my baby go?"

"Sa'nok, nawm sa'nok, Oel Ngati Kameie."

His grandmother's permanent serious expression was somehow even more pronounced now, and Neteyam noticed the signs of weariness and exhaustion clear on her beautiful face. Still, with her most arduous attempt at a smile, she brought her curled fingers to her forehead and extended them in her grandson's direction, before giving her daughter a pointed look.

"What's going on?"

"Ma 'itan..."

The knot in his throat descended until it hit his stomach with a heavy splash, the feeling of dread nearly knocking him over.

"Mother, just tell me. Just please... tell me."

"She... she broke the engagement, Neteyam. What happened between you?"

The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go Sorry for not making you my centrefold

The river that the Omaticaya used as a source of water, and nourishment, and entertainment, and hygiene, the one that was normally bustling with life and energy, was barren and deserted as you settled on its bank, leg mindlessly swinging back and forth in the cold, clear water. You focused on the way it felt, the flawless flow, as it touched your skin and how every once in a while, fish would nibble at your feet, and you were almost relieved that at least some creatures still looked at you like you were still alive. You didn’t feel like it, not anymore.

You didn’t feel like a Na’vi, like a person, more like a mix of pure grief and guilt that managed to swallow you whole, leaving just a cloud of misery in its wake. You knew you shouldn’t be here. There were better, more important things for you to do. Help was needed in the village, you needed to prepare for the ceremony, you needed to claim your ikran, wash her, cover her in the leafy shroud she would spend the rest of time in. You had to say goodbye. You owed her a proper funeral. You owed her a goodbye. And yet, your body was paralysed on the edge of this river, staring into nothingness, trying to find a way to make your mind, which was simultaneously empty and full of thoughts, each one more horrifying then the next, work and move your muscles, do the thing it always does where adrenaline takes over and makes you focus, makes you try, makes you brave. There was nothing now, not anymore.

Your ears twitched as the shrubbery rustled with movement behind you, and your scrunched nose relaxed as it picked up Jake's scent. Your coiled, immobile tail found its place nestled next to your thighs, and when you turned your head, you noticed your surrogate father, the mighty Olo'eyktan, dressed in ceremonial garbs, the red, feathery vest contrasting nicely against his dark, azure skin. You couldn’t look in his inquisitive, shocked eyes, that knew you to your core, the eyes that always looked at you with love and care, with pride and encouragement, that now you assumed would be filled with sorrow and disappointment, so you settled on looking at his headpiece, the imposing, oval stone a much more manageable sight right now.

"Kid..."

His feet picked up pace, the same way your heart did in your chest, and you let out a shocked, pained gasp as he kneeled by your side and took your body into his, his hand finding the back of your head and you melted in his embrace, listening to his erratic heartbeat that mirrored yours, that you focused on like a hymn, that pulled you out of stupor, and you watched as your tears stained his chest, before your hands found his back, tightening your grip on him.

"Sempu..."

"Shh, kid. It's ok. You're ok... we're gonna be ok."

Over and over, lost again with no surprises Disappointments close your eyes And it gets colder and colder When the sun goes down

Neteyam was trying to calm himself as he was pacing the floor of his grandmother's tent, so much so the rugs were now matted and torn. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe you. After everything, everything that has happened, everything you've both done... after losing O'i'en and Oare, after destroying his relationship and all his plans for the future, after promising him you would never undo this arrangement, after threatening him you'd both get to burn together... after everything... how could you do this?

The anger was all-consuming as it was lighting his every nerve on fire, as it was playing back, in his mind, over and over, your relationship, your rise and fall, the fall that never seemed to end, no matter how hard he wished for it to end, no matter how hard he didn't. He thought about how broken you both were now that the the fall did come to its unsightly end, and how it left you both in pieces, in sharp shards that found each other's flesh to dig into and lacerate, unable to stop yourself from falling apart around each other even at the bitter final act. He thought about how he should be relieved. It was all he wanted, right? You out of his life. He could go back to the girl, the girl he didn't love, no matter how hard he tried, to the life he was once envisioning for himself. If you truly gave up on him, on your quest for revenge, he should be happy. All he's wanted for the past seven years was you out of his life, right? If all you had and all you were was over... if the nightmare was over, that meant a new dawn would be breaking soon. He should want it... right?

And maybe he would want it, maybe he would be happy about it, if only there wasn't this intense hatred blinding him to the truth of the matter, to the potential this new revelation opened up in his life. Because fuck, things changed. Things changed when Oare died, when his sister talked to him, things changed when you woke up, when he found you in the clearing... things changed when you slept together. He told you things, things he didn't even know he felt, but he did feel, as you came around him, as he saw your face writhing in pleasure when you left scratches down his back. He saw your eyes as they locked with his, and in your eyes, for just a moment, there were confessions that maybe you didn't speak out loud, but maybe you didn't have to.

And then... you just... left. You left him, abandoned him without a word, or an explanation, without as much as a disdained "good riddance, asshole". How could you have done this, after everything that's happened? After everything, Neteyam felt like he deserved at least that... or anything, but not this. Not the silence, not to be told about it by his mother. He deserved more than this.

His legs stilled in place and his stomach dropped as your words, the words you shouted at him yesterday kept rushing back to him like the river after a storm, unrelenting and powerful, ready to knock out everything in their wake.

“You keeping your mouth shut and going about your life as if your life wasn’t impermeably connected to mine was what fucking hurt me, Neteyam!"

"You saying nothing, doing nothing, acting like I didn’t exist, like I was just a toy you outgrew, that was worse than anything I could have ever fucking done to you, don’t you understand that?"

"Do you understand that you abandoned me? I was everything to you, and you just acted like that meant nothing at all."

Fuck.

Do you miss the rogue Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Jake." you tried to contain the cries, you did, but as he held you tightly to his chest, caressing your almost-dry braids and cooing patiently in your ear, it was harder than you could manage in the moment. The sobs were loud and coming out in broken hiccups, but you couldn't find it in you to care anymore, and he didn't seem to mind.

"I did this, we did this... Neteyam and I, this stupid war, all the fights, and the battles, and the never-ending need to make the other pay... and all for nothing! All for something he heard, something I said, that I-... If he just asked, I could have told him, I could have explained, I -... fuck!"

"Shh... hey, look at me, kid." His fingers found your chin, that he raised, despite your silent protests, and you were taken aback by his own tears falling down his face, by the unending depth of emotion behind his beautiful, yellow irises, that reminded you a little too much of his eldest son.

"This wasn't your fault, baby girl. It was mine."

"I love you, you know? So much. I look at you, and I see Neytiri, and I see myself. I see your parents, I see this clan, that I chose to be a part of, that I'm grateful for every day of my life. This clan, this family I have, that includes you, this planet... it saved me from myself, from a broken path. And the thought of losing you, losing any of it... it haunted my every dream, it turned into a recurring nightmare that kept me up at night. So I did the only thing I knew how - I tried to mould you into the soldiers I knew you needed to be in order to survive the humans and their poisoned reach, their need to hurt and kill."

You were in awe of his monologue, that you didn't want to - you couldn't - interrupt. You needed to hear this, and he needed to speak it, and so you waited, and listened, and he spoke and cried.

"I thought I was doing the right thing. A father protects. But I failed to recognise how that would affect you, how much the pressure I put on your shoulders, on Neteyam's shoulders, would come to hurt you, to push you to this point. My words and my actions were what drove you both to the dark place you find yourselves in right now, and I'm sorry."

You tightened your grip on him yet again, and let his words sink in you, pass through you. You let them succumb you, like the water in the lake as it took over your body, until you were submerged in it, until you were a different person as you emerged back into the world.

"I'm still learning, kid. We all are... We all make mistakes, and sometimes the mistakes hurt and they cut and they fester, sometimes they are big enough to take over your whole world and eclipse any light shining through. But... people deserve a second chance. People deserve to be able to make amends, to fight to show you they can do better. And I hope I'm one of those people. And I hope Neteyam is, too. I think you two were meant for each other - I saw it every day of your lives, from when you were best friends to best enemies, you completed each other, complemented each other. You made each other better... and worse. But maybe that shows that one of you can't exist without the other. That maybe the connection you have is more than anything life can throw at you, or that you can throw at each other. Maybe it's time for both of you to get a second chance."

Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Neteyam felt dizzy and nauseous, a sudden need to anchor himself onto the ground more necessary than he could ever remember feeling. Seven years worth of mistakes came rushing over him, ready to swallow him whole. Is this how you felt? This whole time... this is how you felt? So insignificant and small, so used... abandoned, angry and heartbroken... just how he felt. He made you feel this way, he made 12 year old Vi, the person he loved most in the world, feel this way. You left him, just as he left you, and now Neteyam finally could see, finally understood, that you were right. It was worse. The not knowing, the self-doubt and guilt, the feeling like you were nothing more than a toy, ready to be outgrown, knowing you were disposable to someone you thought loved you... it was worse.

He knew he had to find you, he had to, he had to talk to you, he had to tell you all the words his heart was begging him to shout of the top of his lungs, begging him to stop holding inside of it, for it was done keeping his secrets, for all it wanted was to feel again, to dream again... to love again. But it would have to wait. Just a little bit more, it would have to wait, because right now, Oare needed him. Oare would be put to her eternal rest today, and before the ceremony, she still needed to be cleaned and prepared, and while you might not feel capable of facing such a challenge right now, he could do this for you. This he could do, and would, because he needed to, and he knew, deep down, you did, too.

It took a long time, but near eclipse, the ikran was ready, and Neteyam felt a pang of hurt taking in her beauty, so ethereal and extraordinary, so much like the person who came to call her a sister. The person whose voice stopped Neteyam dead in his tracks and sent shivers down his spine.

“Neteyam…?” 

When he turned, and saw you, eyes puffy and red, filled with tears that weren’t the first you were shedding, based on the deep stains on your beautiful face, your chest heaving in panted, uneven breaths, released in soft, sorrowful sobs, he couldn’t help in himself, and with a few steps, he closed the distance between you and enveloped you in a tight, rib-cracking hug, one that, to his unending relief, you reciprocated immediately. 

“She’s dead, Neteyam… she’s really dead. I wasn’t there for her and now she’s dead.” You were sobbing in his chest, and he tried not to let the moment overwhelm him, this moment that felt more like dreams he’s had than the reality he had to live through, ones in which you came to him, and let your guard down, one in which he got to comfort you instead of bring you pain, ones in which you were his and he was yours, one in which things were good, and pure, like you were. 

Were you waiting at our old spot In the tree line, by the gold clock? Did I leave you hanging every single day?

“I’m surprised you’re still alive after today’s training. Dad’s not going easy on you, is he?” Neteyam looked at the little girl, laying on the ground, chest heaving, with eyes of steely determination he doesn’t think are like anything he’s ever see before, and how the tears that pooled in your eyes refused to drop, no matter how oversaturated they got. The tears just didn’t drop. He watched intently, determined to see the first one fall, determined to prove to himself that a girl who’s never trained before, a girl who just lost her parents, a girl who was not from a family of warriors, like his was, wouldn’t be able to withstand the pressure that his father never failed to put on him, and he now seemed intent on putting on you.

But much to his surprise, the tears never did fall. Instead, you got up, canines sunk in so deeply, the blood was pouring out of your lower lip - anything to stop the sob of pain he knew you wanted to let out. When you were on your feet again, you ran your hands over your bloodied knees, where the gashes were still spilling red liquid from when you fell off a cliff and scraped them, before shaking them dry. Neteyam watched in awe as the blood dripped from your fingers and into the ground, and all of a sudden, he was left behind, your footsteps echoing through the forest as you made your way back to the practice arena.

“Guess he knows I can take it.” 

Were you standing in the hallway with a big cake? Happy birthday Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray? A universe away

"Have you ever considered, Neteyam, that I'm not your enemy? I see you, waiting for me to fail, praying that your dad... and my dad, were wrong about me. Have you ever considered I could help? That if I do this, you don't have to be alone anymore?"

Neteyam's eyes went as wide as his mouth as you turned to face him once more, a soft smile on your face and crinkles around your eyes, that almost hid the soft tears that dropped down your cheeks and mingled with the blood as they reached your lips, and he felt his heart skip a beat, and then two, then three... What was happening to him?

"I'm alone, too. I'm all alone. And I'm scared... of being alone. Of ending up alone. And I think you are, too. So maybe... maybe we can be alone together."

Almost as if controlled by a disembodied presence, Neteyam's body started moving on its own accord until it reached you, until his hand was in your extended one, a peace symbol you both learnt from the once-human Olo'eyktan.

“Friends?”

“Friends.”

And when I got into the accident The sight that flashed before me was your face But when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name

“I know… I’m so sorry, Vi.” His hands found your face, that he angled upwards to look into your eyes, holding you tightly, as if letting go meant letting go forever, and he couldn’t, not anymore, not until he told you what he needed to say. Your warm breath brought life into him as he inhaled it, and the courage given by the revelations that loomed over him his entire life, but were only manifested today, it was enough to speak the words nestled in his chest. 

“I’m so sorry… not just about Oare, but about everything. Vi, you were right. I did this, I started this. I should have… I should have trusted you, and confided in you. I should have given you the respect you deserved, the consideration of telling you what hurt me. You deserved the chance to explain your point of view, and I took that from you. What you said hurt me… what my dad said hurt me, but… you were my best friend, and I should have come to you. I should never have let you go, Vi. I’m so sorry.”

The words you've waited for what seemed like your whole life opened the dam of your soul, so carefully put together over so many years, now broken as it flooded your whole being with the full force of the sorrow and relief you've buried so deep, you didn't even know if you'd be able to ever make it surface again. But there it was, and his words brought your own forth, and with Jake's words in mind, with lessons of forgiveness and second chances learnt, you spoke, hoping he'd listen, hoping these words could undo at least some of the hurt you put the other through.

“I’m sorry, too. Teyam, I’m so sorry. After losing my parents, you, this family, were all I had. You were everything to me, and I came to rely on you so much, I couldn’t envision life without you. When you left, it broke something in me. It brought back feelings I was yet to deal with, ghosts that haunted me in the middle of the night, insecurities that continue to plague me to this day, fears of being unlovable, of being too much, of not being enough. I have always been too harsh, too guarded, I have always answered every problem with my fists first and my mind second. I’ve never known how to deal with grief, and so I did it in the only way I knew how - by turning it to anger. By making you the enemy. Every time your absence hurt, I needed my presence to hurt you. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being cruel, I’m sorry for taking it too far. I’m so sorry.” 

It was necessary, this moment that was long overdue, and although you were sorrowful of the fact it took losing so much for you to realise it, you were grateful that did come in the end. You were happy that, as you moved your head slightly to rest your ear against his chest, listening to his slowly-calming heartbeat, you felt safe again in his embrace while you finally took in your sister’s body, that he spent more time that you could even conceive getting her ready for the ceremony, when you didn't. You were grateful that you didn’t have to go through it by yourself, but with the one person who’s known Oare just as long as you, who’s loved her just as much as you loved Seze, the person who despite it all, knew you to your core - your biggest dreams, your biggest worries, your biggest fantasies, your biggest fears. And here it was, the biggest fear, manifested in front of you like a sleep-paralysis demon, that you had no choice but to brave through, but at least, right in this moment, you didn’t have to brave it alone. 

"Thank you. For taking care of her while I couldn't."

"You don't have to thank me. So many things might have changed between us, but this... this never will."

The ceremony was as hard on you as you expected, and by the end, you were so spent, both physically and emotionally, you knew you were in dire need of a nap, one that didn't end in the morning, and maybe not for a few good days. You looked over at Neteyam, who kept his distance, allowing you to be caged in between Lo'ak and Kiri's bodies while you mourned, but who helped you lower Oare into the tree nook where she would lay forever, shedding silent tears as he placed an atokirina on her, his hand finding your lower back as you both said your final goodbyes.

One day, you'd find another ikran. One day, you'll be able to fly again, and think of flying as the beautiful, freeing experience you have come to rely on for your sanity and happiness for the last 7 years. One day. But not today. And not for a long time. Oare made your life special, and worth living. Flying meant what it did to you in no small part because of her. Her thoughts, peaceful and serene, a nice balance to your own, kept you steady and focused in battled, mid flight. Not being able to return the favour would be something you'll have to deal with in time, but as you felt your entire family's presence surrounding you, enveloping you in love and care, as you felt Neteyam's lips make contact with the side of your head in a gesture you've known him capable of, just not with you, you knew, one day, you'll be okay again.

'Cause we were like the mall before the internet It was the one place to be The mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams

It was hot and humid in the forest as you trained - something about the deforestation brought about by the humans made the weather feel hotter, or so the human scientists told you. Either way, you felt as though you were inhaling water instead of air as you tried to catch your breath, the last drill always the hardest in the routine, always the one that broke most Na’vi who were unfortunate enough to be considered good enough to be trained directly by Toruk Makto himself… but not you. You did it, feeling fire in your lungs and sweat mingling with the blood spilling from various cuts from across your body and exacerbating the sting you felt prickling like needles throughout your whole being. Each muscle felt like it was being split in half, but you couldn’t care less. Not now, not when you were so close to beating Neteyam, not when victory would feel so sweet, not when you would be able to collapse in the dirt and pass out the moment it was over. 

In the few months since the ceremony, life was more about healing for you than it had ever been. It was a nice change of pace, the peace, one you haven’t known since your parents were still alive, and for the first time in your life, you felt… almost whole. There were still things missing of course - your parents, who you kept in thoughts and prayers every day, and your sister, who you swore Eywa reincarnated in your new ikran, whose thoughts reminded you too much of hers for it to be mere coincidence. 

“Vi, you better focus if you want to have any chance at beating me.”

You scoffed, and watched as he flew past you, not before sending a small wink your way, that made you lose your footing for a second, before quickly composing yourself and continuing.

“Don’t get cocky, mighty warrior.”

As far as your relationship with Neteyam went, it took a long while, but in time, you managed to mend what once seemed unmendable and earn each other’s trust once more. It was an uphill battle, most days, but you were grateful to have your best friend back, and to be able to finally meet the Neteyam everyone knew and loved, the one that was kind and considerate, funny and charming, helpful and loving to everyone around him. You were grateful that now, that included you, too. Your mateship was never brought up again, not to the family, that knew you needed this time, and was happy to let you have it. The possibility of it was no longer looming over you like a threat, but more like a golden aura of inevitability that you wouldn’t mind giving into, once the pieces were soldered back together through the mutual effort you were both willing to put into to rebuild both your broken hearts. One day he'd be yours and you'll be his… 

But not today, as he beat you, with just barely a split second to spare.

“Ah, that’s too bad… maybe one day. One day, you’ll beat me at this, and on that day, Vi, I will fall to my knees in eternal servitude.” 

When you kicked him in the shin, with all your might, and watched as he fell on his knees in front of you, you smirked, the grin wild and unwavering as you circled him, lifting his chin with your index finger and willing him to look in your eyes, mischievous and filled with amusement. 

“Hmm, look! You’re already on your knees, Teyam. Now… about the eternal servitude…”

You had no time to react as he grabbed your wrist in his hand and pulled you towards him, until you both fell on the ground, and when he kissed you, you melted, like you normally did in the few times it has happened since that first time, in your clearing. You promised you’d take it slow, but in your defence, you were only Na’vi, and this was, in fact, a lot slower than how you wanted to take it. 

You let his fingers roam your body and rejoiced at the way his lips were warm and skilled as they moved on yours, his tongue tracing your bottom lip before you parted them, allowing yourself the pleasure of this kiss, that meant so much to you, that you will never ever take for granted again. 

“You taste fucking amazing, tsxepvi. Maybe next time, if you apologise and behave, you’ll actually get to cum.” 

You both laughed in the kiss, and with a mental note to yourself to apologise and behave tonight, you knew you were ready to take the next step in this new life, one which neither you or Neteyam would ever have to brave alone ever again. When your lips parted, and he got up from the ground with a soft groan, images of your childhood flashed before your eyes, warm and beautiful, once more, as he stretched out a hand for you. You took it gratefully, allowing him to help you rise, making a silent promise to yourself to commit to more risings than falls, for as long as you could help it.

"Friends?"

"Friends."

The sight that flashed before me was your face Over and over, when the sound goes down

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Unpopular Opinions because i'm bored:

🧑‍🏫 How on earth do teachers NOT get paid anywhere as much as doctors? Keeping the future generation of citizens educated and keeping human alive, to me, is equal responsibility.

🐮 Unpaid overtime and unpaid internship should be criminal cases and the business owners who practice these should be FINED into bankruptcy no matter what.

🛍️ It's mind-boggling so much that right-wing female commentators still don't know that they are being used, and are not nearly as appreciated as their male counterparts. At the end of the day your main audience (mostly men) aren't going to listen to some random "females" nagging.

👸 Calling fellow women a "pick-me" for sharing different socio-political views than yours is anti-women behavior. Unless that pick-me is JustP**rlyThings because she is not a woman; she is a puppet.

🥱 I know this is not unpopular but cis- is NOT a slur. True, I don't like being called cis because I feel like the society is already divided enough, and I expect people to respect that. But is that prefix a slur? A reach. Stop playing victim game, please.

🐙 I came across this comment on Youtube:

And I had to agree to disagree. Sometimes hits are hits because the person singing the song is popular, even if the song is not their style at all.

😒 I will never understand Kpop girlgroup stans and their criteria for stanning. I will try to watch Queendom Puzzle because I like a lot of girls attending this show, and I hope the girlgroup stans do not ruin the whole show (and the final supergroup) for calling that girl ugly and this girl rude. I mean, aren't y'all tired hating on women in the name of women empowerment?

I see, Bora is getting a lot of hate from the stans for now. Y'all girlies and simps don't know how to watch Mnet's shows smh.

🙎‍♀️ To use Beta as an insult is pathetic af. Y'all reek Losers-who-cannot-take-the-L energy rather than Alphas y'all claim to be.

🤡 The whole circus pops up when y'all say that women doesn't deserve equal pay as men because women's job are less physical. Hunney, men can occupy women's roles in women's jobs just fine and still get paid more. Meanwhile, jobs remotely for men (physical jobs) are less likely to hire women who apply for the same position because employers are aware of physiological differences between the sexes. If we REALLY have the power to just choose our jobs, we would see more women do robotics, construction, electricity and oil rigs right now. We just ask for equal pay, not victimize ourselves. That's another topic for another day. We are not blinded to the problem which is right in front of us, and refused to be gaslit by men in this men's world.

🫠 This one is REAL UNPOPULAR: Subjecting oneself as a victim to cast a spotlight on a societal cause is attention seeking behavior. It is not the same as being a victim. If you have to put yourself as a victim of something, that cause is not major, and it is understandable why the public dgaf about your silly "movement." I have no sympathy for people who subject themselves as victims when they can simply opt out. However, real victims of unfortunate events have all my heart and support.

And yes, I am not the kind to romanticize social movements. I look at them with an objective lense. It might look cute and hopeful and heroish in pictures, but behind victory, there are losses. And loss is never cute.

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First of all, I'm soo glad I found your account 💖 I love reading your opinions and reviews💖

Second,I'm not a native English speaker so I'm sure you may find many gramatical mistakes, I did my best to avoid them.

Third, It's completely fine to correct me if I got anything wrong or disagree with my opinions.

If you haven't read Bane Chronicles then don't continue reading

I just finished 'The Bane Chronicles' and had a lot of thoughts about it.

I think Magnus as a character has so much potential: his mother committed suicide when she figured out he was warlock, he burnt his step father and probably killed a lot of others (accidentally or willingly),he had to learn how to survive and he worked his way up to the social position he's in rn.

So when I heard about 'The Bane Chronicles' I was excited. I thought it's going to have stories about how Magnus started lying about his age to get more clients, or how on earth did Magnus ended up in the Silent brother sanctuary, or about his first love, or at least know what sort of feud does he have with Selie Queen (mentioned in City of Fallen Angels).

I thought we would see younger version of Magnus (maybe when he's like below 100 or something).

I was disappointed. Aside from a few chapters, the rest of them are about other characters.

What Really Happened in Peru - is a waste of time. Horrible way to start a book if you ask me.

The Runaway Queen - a fun little adventure but wasn't that interesting? The only thing I learned from this : Magnus had a thing for blue eyes long before he met Alec. Oh wait. We already knew that! Also, I love the monkey!

The Midnight Heir - okay- sort -of - chapter but it's not about Magnus. CC simply wrote that for nostalgia (herongraystairs) and to introduce a few TLH characters.

The Rise of the Hotel Dumort - okay, I will admit I didn't concentrate on this chapter.......while reading all I thought was "how/when did Magnus figure out that Asmodeus is his father?" (That question was never answered).

Saving Raphael Santiago - ngl it's enjoyable. I like Raphael's character and all but, the whole scene when Ragnor walks in and tells Magnus that they agreed not to date anyone below 18 was weird? How did Ragnor just took one look at Raphael in Magnus's appartment and assumed they are dating?

The Fall of the Hotel Dumort - Did Magnus really love Camille soo much that even years after their breakup he couldn't come in terms with it? And he had to get rid of the memories he shared with her? Ykw....that kinda sound interesting but, of course we wouldn't get to see the entire backstory where Magnus and Camille were genuinely in love or shared nice moments (I mean Magnus really loved her soo much, there must be some reason why he believed Camille loved him back).

Vampires, Scones, and Edmund - finally we could see how Magnus and rest of the downworlders agreed to sign the Accords. Right? No. We get to see beginning of another Herondale's love story. A Herondale who was far less important than Stephen Herondale. Tell me again how knowing about Edmund Herondale's love story is more important than knowing why exactly downworlders and shadowhunters decided to sign Accords? What happened between shadowhunters and downworlders that (clearly) forced Shadowhunters/clave to arrange a formal meeting with downworlders?

NOPE. WE MUST KNOW WHERE WILL GOT HIS BEAUTIFUL BLUE EYES AND DARK HAIR.

The Last Stand of the New York - 😒 Circle. Well....we get to see Luke, Stephen, Valentine and his atrocities.

What To Buy The Shadowhunter Who Has Everything

The Course of True Love (and First Dates)

It's good to know about Malec's first date and early days of their relationship. But I feel like CC should have put more effort and actually show us the growth in their relationship. Maybe include more scenes where Alec talks about his family or clave or weapons and in turn Magnus talk about downworlders, magic Or both talk about their daily routines, their interests etc etc...like how people would talk in any healthy relationship.

The Voicemail of Magnus Bane - it's funny at some parts...that's all I can say about it.

Overall......Bane Chronicles is underwhelming. It's BANE CHRONICLES don't you think it should be more ABOUT Magnus Bane not some random chapters from Magnus's Perspective.

Personally, I think CC only wrote it because of the popularity the character is getting (especially with a lot of people liking show!Magnus too at that time)

Thank youu, you’re amazing. 💖😊

Firstly, no need to ever apologize for that. Speaking more than one language is already awesome, and I don’t pay attention to any mistakes or errors in messages that I receive. Those don’t honestly matter at all. And secondly, I sometimes write in such a hurry because I can’t keep my thoughts together that I spell words wrong or miss them altogether because I have a bad habit of never proof reading properly anything until way later, so I get the feeling.

I’ve read The Bane Chronicles some years ago, and I agree. Magnus as a character had way more potential than whatever that book consisted of. It was a light read but mostly because it felt like a skin-deep look at Magnus and some events in his life. The stories feel more or less half-assed also.

What Really Happened in Peru. The whole story basically piggybacks on what Magnus said to Alec in CoLS:

“Or we could go somewhere else,” said Magnus. “Anywhere you want. Thailand, South Carolina, Brazil, Peru —Oh, wait, no, I’m banned from Peru. I’d forgotten about that. It’s a long story, but amusing if you want to hear it.”

And I remember it being not amusing at all. One quip did not warrant such a long story. There were some parts that I enjoyed and found humorous, but mostly it was just dozens of pages of meaningless drivel that wasn’t anywhere near gripping, although I was interested in reading about Magnus. So yeah, it was a weak start. And the end of this story was a total copout and made it completely pointless.

Runaway Queen. This was just plain boring. I don’t get why it needs to be said so many occasions how Magnus really likes dark hair and blue eyes. It’s really strange to be that fixated on something like that, but then again, any eyes but dark ones are Clare’s point of fixation. There’s no point for this story to exist on the first place. Nothing would be amiss if this were to be forgotten.

The Midnight Heir. Whenever there is a Herondale in sight—Tessa included—it’s always about them and any character in their presence is just narrating them for the readers. When Herondale gives their heart so someone, it’s a big deal. Herondale loving you is a great gift, yadda yadda. It would actually be interesting to properly read this again and see how it fits to TLH.

The Rise of Hotel Dumort. Like Runaway Queen, this was more like Magnus doing stuff not about Magnus per se. I did enjoy Aldous Nix as a character. I wonder if The Black Volume of the Dead will answer to more questions about Magnus and Asmodeus.

Saving Raphael Santiago. I liked reading about Raphael too, but that Ragnor thing was just bizarre or rather, to quote Raphael, revolting. It went on for a whole page too. To me it felt more like it was forced in there to address how they do not date anyone under 18.

Then again, this is pretty classic Clare. Clary wonders if Isabella and Jace are dating despite having just met them not knowing them at all, going as far as to speculate their relationship with Simon. Maia makes inappropriate comments about Clary and Jace to Clary. Clary constantly assumes things about Simon and Isabella. Alec assumes everything about Magnus. There is so much speculation on people’s relationships in the series and it always centers on assumption of them being romantic ones.

The Fall of the Hotel Dumort. I never liked Camille’s character, and I could never see why Magnus loved her when she clearly was a manipulative and a nasty person. And yep, it’s difficult to find it plausible that Magnus believed their love was mutual when there are no scenes of them having any kind of genuine romantic relationship. Camille’s character always appeared devious, so I can’t imagine why Magnus would fall for someone like that. I guess in this book she shows more human emotion than anywhere in TMI.

Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale. Why does anyone even care about Edmund Herondale? Stripping Edmund off his Marks was interesting, but this was once again more about Herondales and the Nephilim cruelty against one another that Magnus just happened to be around for.

The Last Stand of the New York Institute. This is just a big no thank you as to continuity and sense and my nerves. I don’t see much worth in this and why this story even exists. There’s bad foreshadowing about Maryse’s brat that is Alec and Luke and werewolves.

What To Buy The Shadowhunter Who Has Everything/The Course of True Love (and First Dates). These were definitely the most enjoyable reads because it centered on characters that were familiar and aspects of a relationship we never get to see as such in the main series. But you’re right, Magnus and Alec don’t really connect or talk about things. There’s always a scene or a thing that need taking care of that takes over the story. Magnus even regrets going out with Alec more than once.

The Voicemail of Magnus Bane. It was a bit pathetic but a bit funny at the same time. That’s about it.

The Bane Chronicles could’ve gone way deeper into Magnus’ character and explore more intricate events in his life instead of these superficial takes on his life and, mostly, other characters. The first story of The Bane Chronicles collection was released in 2013 and the TV show began in 2016, so it was earlier than the show, but Magnus definitely was one of the most popular characters at the time (and probably still is).

This book was just a lot of misses for me. Most of the stories weren’t entertaining or enjoyable, and I don’t think the stories necessarily portrayed Magnus favorably—which could actually be said about many of Clare’s characters.

[decent0distraction]

Atla au where everything’s the same, but Zuko was adopted by the Beifong family.

Upon learning about Ozai’s willingness to kill her son, Ursa plans to do whatever’s necessary to keep Zuko safe.

I personally like the idea of Azula sincerely suggested that Zuko be hidden in the Earth Kingdom for his own safety, resulting in Ursa buying Zuko’s freedom by killing Azulon and taking Zuko in the middle of the night to the Earth kingdom.

But maybe,, Azula is still Azula and she purposely burns Zuko to conceal his identity as the prince and maybe to make him forget who he is?? Idk

Anyway, newly appointed traitor Ursa shows up on the doorstep of the Beifong family with her unconscious injured son and begs them to accept him.

They agree, but not as their son, but as a companion to their young blind daughter.

What this means for Zuko is that he has a place in society, but he isn’t their equal either.

They know about his fire bending and they treat it the same way they treat Toph’s bending; by employing a private tutor to teach the child to suppress their abilities

Zuko learns to keep Toph’s secrets and in turn, she keeps his

For example, they both leave the estate without permission or chaperone, although they tend to accompany each other whenever the other one plans to leave

While Toph has her fighting and ‘dangerous’ earth bending, Zuko has tea with a kind old man in town, who seems to always know what to say and teaches Zuko proper fire bending

And if the old man seems familiar to Zuko, no identity comes to the boy’s mind

Aang still has his vision about Toph, but later has a vision about Zuko in the tree with her, a turtleduck in his hands

When Toph confronts her father about her secret, he blames Zuko, banishing him from his household

I’d like to imagine the events of ‘Zuko Alone’ still happening, but instead of full on flashbacks, Zuko only vaguely remembers that he had a mother and she was wonderful, and a girl - his sister, perhaps, liked to pull pranks and make jokes and tell lies - his father, was his father a good person? Did his family have secrets, like the Beifongs? Why couldn’t he remember? Why couldn’t he recognize his own reflection?

After accidentally revealing himself as a fire bender in the fight against the earth army bullies, Toph and the Gaang eventually find him

He tells Toph everything of course, after the two of them share grateful hugs and celebrate Toph’s freedom. She later tells him the truth in secret, and he tries to talk to her about his broken memories, but she has no idea where he came from as her parents never spoke a word of it

Zuko comforting Toph in Ba Sing Se, noticing Jo Dee’s way of keeping the villagers quiet

Also Toph and Zuko teaching Katara how to act in high society + cute dance lessons 🥰

+ Toph threatening Jet when he tries to accuse Zuko of being a fire bender

The play depicts Zuko as a dramatically repressed servant, the stolen treasure of the Fire Nation, which only makes the team leave faster after seeing Aang get killed off in the end 😒

Iroh, having known about Zuko’s whereabouts all along, goes off to find the rightful heir to the throne and eventually the two meet in the caves when Zuko and Katara are captured by Dai Li. It doesn’t really go well as Zuko has mixed feelings about the person he trusted suddenly announcing that they’re family and that Zuko is prince of the Fire Nation

And just when things couldn’t get anymore fucked, Azula arrives! Yes, the princess Azula, fully prepared to bring Aang’s head back to her father, absolutely losses her god damn mind when she sees her brother standing in front of her, with the result of her handiwork across his face

It all comes flooding back to Zuko, more or less, but more as time goes on, and he gets his friends and they get the fuck of nopeville. But not before Iroh desperately tries to apologize and fails, holding off their attackers long enough for the group to escape, only for Azula to one shot Aang with lightning

And you know the rest so

[murfpersonalblog]

I think RELATABILITY has been a huge factor in how AMC!Louis has been received, and yes, a lot of it boils down to the race of the audiences; but there's also the expectations the audience had going in. I have way more respect for the book fans who gave the show a chance, rather than boycotting it straight out, or just hate watching it & complaining that their favorite slaveowner wasn't biting some black prostitute's tongue out of her mouth while moping about how hard being a rich white man in America is. 🙄 The recent post about race in Gothic Literature and some of the deeply disturbing responses (by non-black people) just highlighted how deeply rooted people's biases are when it comes to vampire media.

Naturally, what AMC did with LDPDL was gonna rub some ppl the wrong way, and I love it, we need MORE of this, consciously writing black characters AS black people with black experiences, for ALL audiences. Cuz they ARE essentially the same character, op, yes. In ESSENCE, black/white LDPDL have the same narrative DNA. It's the CONTEXT that's different, not the CORE character. And it's that context that I think has people freaking out--if AMC had gone the Netflix/Bridgerton way & just inserted a black man into 1800s slavery-time NOLA & said turn your brain off & suspend your disbelief!, a lot of ppl might've had less issues! Look at these poll results--ppl have more complaints about Ep5's DV & SV than ANY other changes thus far. Context matters--and IMO it heightens the HORROR, when the power imbalances b/t Loustat are racialized, and Jim Crow NOLA & interracial relationships & black queerness is taken seriously by the writers--forcing people out of their comfort zones of watching the typical Bill Comptons & Edward Cullens & Louis de Pointe du Lacs--to think more critically about the world outside the all-white microcosm that Hollywood always pushes.

I've said 100 times how I've hated book!Louis since day one. I never liked him, or enjoyed IWTV as a book. (I only read the book cuz I love the movie (and my aunt was a diehard AR fan and told me to read the books), but it took me ages to actually finish it, same with TVL. I didn't actually start really liking VC till QotD, TVA, etc). I love Lestat & Claudia & Armand, but Louis' always been a hard pass for me.

IMO book!Louis had no personality or motivation. Other than Paul there wasn't really much to his backstory (and the movie eliminated ALL of that, even!). Yes, Louis was the textbook definition of DEPRESSED, but while that's interesting and dynamic to see on screen, it just wasn't fun for me to read about for a whole book; him going on about how miserable his life was, even when he was still ALIVE 🤦‍♀️, when he had been given EVERY advantage to make things BETTER for himself. It's classic Greek tragedy: the doomed protagonist w/ a fatal character flaw. But juxtaposed w/ powerhouses like Patroclus/Lestat & Cassandra/Claudia & Hector/Armand & Marius/Odysseus, Achilles/Louis came off like a whiny spoiled baby.

NGL, I deeply empathized with book!Lestat's frustration: Louis' a gorgeous young rich affluent educated white man living Down South, and now he has supernatural powers! What on earth are you complaining about? Vampirism really does give him the keys to the city! It's white privilege x1000, totally WASTED. It's just like seeing news articles about spoiled rich kids doing crime or OD'ing cuz they hate their life, like.... SPARE ME. 🙄😒 Go to school, get a job, join a book club, do some arts and crafts, start a charity, go on a pilgrimage, or SOMETHING--stop wallowing in misery in your million dollar mansion and touch some frikkin grass, Louis.

Like, ok, I get that Gothic/Romanticism (in the Byronic sense, not romance) is all about having some rich powerful man be eternally morose & tortured & self-absorbed, wandering the heaths yearning for times long since past, and doing eff all to actually change & only making everything worse. There's a bit of schadenfreude, seeing Dorian Grey get his comeuppance. But I made the instantaneous decision to never watch or read Twilight once I heard that some 100+ year old dude was still in high school, like omfg WHAT? 🤨🤢 But on the flip side, I relish the ironic comedy of WWDITS, w/ vamps self aware that they've been stuck in cycles of perpetual self destruction; even deliberately leaning into those toxic tropes; never sincerely committing to doing anything that changes/improves their situation. Cuz they're VAMPIRES--(unlike Laszlo/Lestat & Nadja/Gabrielle & Colin/Marius, Nandor/Louis/Armand got the rude awakening that even the Wellness Center was a deathtrap). No matter what, in the end they keep coming back to that house--it's clean & remodeled one season & then in utter shambles the next season, over & over, the carousel comes back around again.

WWDITS directly nods to IWTV through Guillermo's obsession with Armand/Antonio Banderas in the movie. I empathized with Armand in TVA so much, cuz he was a kid literally ripped from his life; a stranger in a strange new world starting from scratch without ever really knowing who or what he was. 😔 As fundamentally flawed as Armand was, a lot of his problems weren't entirely his fault. The Children of Satan mentally broke him to the point that he'd convinced himself that he didn't DESERVE to be part of the outside world or take advantage of his vampiric privilege. Marius was all mad like oh, Armand wasn't actually chained up, he was free to leave at anytime and get help and get better~! And I was like MORON: he had to be indoctrinated for 200+ YEARS before they trusted him enough to let him take over the cult! That's how lost in the sauce he was! He was so low that he actually thought LOUIS' depressed AF arse was a step UP, like HUH? 😅

But even with all the horrors Armand had suffered (or perhaps because of them), he still hungered for growth (stunted as he was as an eternal teen), so he built Night City, Trinity Gate, etc. But Louis wanted none of it, like WTF--I was relieved when Armand dumped/divorced him! (The movie flips it--as if! Louis wouldn't leave a house on frikkin fire w/out someone there to pull him out. 🙄) The older & more vampiric Louis became, the more miserable he was, and then Merrick happened, and everything hit the fan.

A large part of the VC's allure for me was AR herself, and how she wove her personal life into her stories--she was Louis, Lestat was her IRL husband, Claudia was her IRL daughter, etc. So I sympathized with Louis WAY more after he lost Claudia; his sadness as a grieving parent made way more sense. But the rest? 😒 AMC made Louis so much RICHER on the show. He's still a depressed submissive passive empty husk, but he's more CONTEXTUALIZED. We get to see his full devolution--from the much fuller human backstory, to an actual romantic courtship, to his series of tragedies & losses, and having the true horror of Lestat finally be revealed. I can FINALLY understand why Louis was so depressed/stuck/trapped--America's racist homophobic classist "primitive society's picked him clean," his human family is still alive & he wanted to be closeby, Claudia ran away and he's empty nesting, his husband lovebombs then cheats at the turn of a dime, and then he's too in love / emotionally stuck when it's time to step up & leave. SAME! But different. And IMO: better.

Okay, but do tell me and explain to me from the grass root about the sudden hate of the man one and only Louis de Pointe Du Lac from the book Interview with the Vampire??? Like doesn't the show and it's fandom constantly told us that the show is the same to the books and the characters are the exact copy of their book counterpart. So how come many/some show fans who get to read the books hate him if they're the exact same characters? How you gonna love one and hate the other if the continuous preaching of similarity and faithfulness is true like whatttty? How did anyone come up to that I'm genuinely and seriously confused.

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While I wonder about how utterly #DUMB this country is #InTheFace of #Masonic'#Values as well as [#MasonicBusinesses; #HowItWorks] it’s businesses, how fuct the so called "#People" are and will be "in the future" (#theVillageIdiots|#Government are already losing their grips and I ain’t even talking about #Republican and #Democrat fuhkshht) and whether or not I can "#Trust" a thought that I had not too long ago about #Celebrity and #Relevance and where I stand and can’t stand within that conversation as it relates to other persons’ #Ego and money they themselves won’t be able to suck up [#BigManTing;🧐] and what I would more than likely have to do or TRY to in order to be the kind of #Celebrity • [whom I would have needed to befriend |I don’t really fux wit them.. EVEN THEN; They had the exact same kind of bullshht'🤫 scheme and schemes in mind that they wanted to implement and possibly slowed up because of my existence to theBullshht'🤫, etc.]• that I already am. ..#asTheyMadeIt for the sake of their own “#Jobs" (#AandR | A&R’s) and #Profit (#theSwitchAndSwap and it’s MANY applications under THAT #Umbrella of those very kinds of persons) as it relates to theWay all the maneuvering s and fuhkery works #InAmerica. Their "#GOD" knowing that I couldn’t care less about #DyingOverIt either.😕_ I have only but one question to sum up my thoughts on the matter, TO THIS DAY..!😑 Which would then lead me to speaking✍🏾of how '#Emotions' | 'Feelings' can be swapped and such, the very same way— 😕initially took this picture because I still hadn’t done any #research on this town but thought this was kinda dope. Especially since their was supposedly a huge #Riot in the area in its past.. #LifeOnEarthIsOverRated no matter how they continue to slice and cut it. ..#AskTwitter cause it’s almost humor at this point._ ..and the whole recycled instances used in which they can eliminate one in order to assume their position, likeness or character within any particular field of business and/or success as it pertains to ONE’s OWN LIFE.. ButUhmm… that might be AnotherStory for youse for them toUse entirely— - thēIlluminaut’😒 (at Life on Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci-_xCAJKdM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[destinyc1020]

I don’t think you/anons understood what I’m saying. I did NOT say that Z is hiding T. That’s not what I meant at all. I was just saying that Basically ever since Z start Euphoria we’ve never really seen her spending time with T alone, you’ll almost always find someone from that show hanging out with them. Even thorough she’s always with them. This could be what the Audrey tea was about “not spending enough time together”

What on earth are you talking about Anon??

Most times TZ have been with members of the EU cast have been when they're on set, or when Z throws her Thanksgiving parties at her house. Is she not allowed to invite her workmate friends to her house for thanksgiving just because Tom is there? 😖

Like,you're not even making any sense whatsoever. 😒

Z is one of the EP's of Euphoria this season,and she sometimes films 16 hrs a day! Not to mention,the other crazy stuff she already has on her full schedule. It's not her fault that her "down time" is less than her work time.

But just the very fact that they both still seem to want to be together and spend some time together regardless just gives me the impression that they must really love and care about each other.

Maybe you can talk more freely about Z's downtime when she finishes her filming this season. 😒 But right now,you're comparing apples to oranges.

This isn't the fall of 2019 and the winter of 2020 when Z had practically ZERO filming obligations for MONTHS.

[hasanthedon1000]

Don’t find a way out, find a way in.

For me, my way out was anime & video games.(it still is) For a lot of children it’s social media. That’s y u have folks running around thinking women are stronger than men (physically) and we’re all the same, and race doesn’t matter 😒 (Common sense ain’t so common anymore) Like idk if these kids will be able to handle this world, cause it’s the opposite of what’s on the internet…

We’re always trying to get away. Never facing what’s right in front of our faces. Most of the time all the right answers are right there, literally. There have always been good people present, but our focus is always on what we can’t have. Never on what we have.

It’s like this….we can’t have it our way, which is good. When I was little, I wanted everything. And in having such an unrealistic frame of mind I neglected the friends that were right in front of my face. I still think of them to this day.

But it’s too late. Sometimes I wish god could let us go back in time so that we could reverse our dumb decisions into smart decisions. Give our immature minds the focus we needed to appreciate what we had. Too bad that’s impossible…

We could’ve been friends if I wasn’t so stupid.

And now I’m alone….But it’s okay. I don’t deserve friends, because at the end of the day if I did, they’d be here.

(Back on topic) You rarely here people say, “ok cool that makes more sense”, or “hmm I never thought about like that”. There’s not much self reflection these days. It’s always “me me me me me.” You could be wrong, and sometimes people know they’re wrong and still just want to be right. That’s the part where I exit the scene.

“I don’t deal in legends, I deal in facts” TFS Freiza

Most people don’t, especially women. I’ve heard more bullshit(delusions) come out a women’s mouth than any other creature on this earth 😂. It’s really fascinating. I wish I could be in denial that much and still be sane. But it’s all good. Ig that’s just what we got now. And why I’m single. Also, that’s just my experience with women. I hate to argue facts with anyone because it’s stupid. What’s real is real and it’ll never change. Get over yourself and own up to your shit. And women (from my experience) don’t accept reality. If you know some women that do then lmk.

“I dislike stupid people. Especially those that can’t admit that they’re stupid. I mean you’re(my past self) pretty stupid but at least you know you are. So when I tell you that you’re stupid maybe you’ll become less stupid.” - Saya Takagi

I didn’t get it back then, But I do now.

It a waste of time. I’ll have more luck talking to hamsters than those kinds of women. But I’m cool.

If I have to devalue & lower my standards for anyone, then I’ll be alone forever. I’m talking friendships, relationships, situationships, companionships, whatever. Dumb people hang out with dumb people, which is why they remain dumb. That shit’s contagious. Just like rage, sadness, ingratitude, laziness, greed, hate, etc.

I’m damaged enough, don’t need anyone fuel to this fire.

Now hold up a sec…I’m only referring to women who deny facts. Not women who have they’re own opinions and outlooks on the world. I love hearing different perspectives and would gladly spend time with women who were open to discussion, I’m not a narcissist 🤪. But I’m not debating what’s been proven factual to anyone. That’s ridiculous and a waste of brain cells.

I feel like I went off topic. Happens allot when I write from the soul. Sorry🙏🏽. I’m not trying to bash women either, or men. Just the stupid ones. The world is what it is, not what we’d like it to be. Accept it, because if you do then you can deal with it, work around it, and do what you want happily. Denial breeds dissatisfaction. I’ve seen it….

I’ve lived it.

(Switch) You know, A big piece of me still wants it to be real.(Anime) Even though ik it’ll never be. My mind won’t accept it. I still want to fly even though ik I’ll never be able to.

Truth is, I’ve never liked this world. That’s why me & my brother told stories and created characters. Why we wrote. I picked up the pen because of my own sort of denial in a way.

But I never project it. Not anymore. I know what’s real. I’ve accepted it and it’s okay, because I know they’re beautiful places in this world, wonderful creatures and even wonderful people. That’s worth it to me. So Even if my mind is corrupted by fantasies, I can still be happy in the real world. I can try. When you know what’s real, you can deny it to everyone but yourself.

My way in is threw the beauty of this world…🌏

[sincerelyella]

Word Count: 3,515 (sorry 😬)

Giiiirl you are not sorry and neither am I 🤣

It seems like a lot of work, not really your kind of thing. Though, I guess you have servants now that take care of all those things around the house you never seemed to find time for.

Hold up hold up hold up

Sir, or Jeff, you came to this table and then decided to underhandedly insult her in front of her already introduced husband 😒 are you serious right now? I could cut you.

“He is worth less than nothing, but Riley is worth everything, and I made a vow to protect my wife.”

Holy shit have I told you that I LOVE THIS MAN?! Good gravy I would spread him over a cracker and lick

“Drake, Riley has been my wife since the day she blessed this earth with her presence, we just hadn’t found each other yet.”

She’s doing so well for herself, she has you, she’s an amazing Queen. She’s already getting back at him by just being her

Max does have a point and I love that he says this because it makes Liam be like … okay you’re right. Al it’s gonna do is cause drama and make Riley upset.

“See, I told you she was a stuck up bitch.” The entire group froze, overhearing the not so quiet comment made by one of Jeff’s friends. 

Omg 😳🤬

OKAY RILEY GET ME THE VASELINE AND MY CROBAR

*takes off earrings*

I am so proud of her for standing up for herself, what a disrespectful little peon that said that shit and then her ex for being a fucking dumbass.

“Plus, you kind of wanted to mark your territory in front of my ex?”

Yessssss girl he did and I loved. every. second.

Another Man’s Treasure

Book: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir/The Royal Finale

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Summary: During a trip to New York, the group runs into someone from Riley’s past, and learn a little more about her life before Cordonia. 

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Discussion of emotional abuse, discussion of violence, swearing. 

Word Count: 3,515 (sorry 😬)

A/N: This is a one shot I’ve been working on for like 7 months, and only just finished yesterday. It’s pretty heavy and angsty, but I felt like it was a story that needed to be told. 

It’s not the story I intended to post this week, but it makes more sense for this one to exist before that one, so I’m switching it up a little. 

Thank you @phoenixrising308 and @txemrn​ for pre-reading and giving me the push I needed to actually put this out into the world. I am very lucky to have you guys on my team.

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Whenever Liam and Riley were in New York, they always made it a point to stop for a drink at the bar where their story began all those years ago. On this trip, they were joined by Drake, Maxwell, and Hana, so it was a particularly fun night. They sat around the table laughing and telling stories of the early adventures that cemented them as the family they had become. As much as Liam and Riley loved being alone together, it was these moments with the people closest to them that were some of their fondest memories. 

They made sure to come on a night when Riley’s old friend, Daniel was working. He was one of the people that she missed most when she left, and the rest of the group had grown pretty fond of him in the time they would spend, whether it be them visiting New York, or him spending a few weeks in Cordonia. 

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