#and quite frankly I'm still NOT over rose and I don't think I ever will be
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what happened. what happened. I could not get myself to get into martha OR donna but OHH lookie here folks AMY AMELIA POND comes on screen and it takes me 10 MINUTES to fall in love. WHAT! how. weird. sus. suspicious. how did u do that miss
#I'm still hung up on this I am it's been weeks and I'm only half way through s6 but I just fucking LOVE amy pond#I want to see more people talk about her PLEASE I'm begging I have nothing to say I just get so happy when I see her name on my screen#I could not get over rose enough to be able to fully enjoy either martha or donna's run#and quite frankly I'm still NOT over rose and I don't think I ever will be#but I stg amy stole my heart even FASTER than rose did#INSANE#I mean for my list of companions it still EASILY goes ROSE...... and then Amy... and then (Jack) everyone else#but like... woah....#rory williams also deserves so much love#I did not fall in love with him until the flesh. which ik is so so late but ohh idk why those eps opened my eyes to him but they didddd#like I liked rory before then but that episode just !!! absolute top tier rory moment thanks#sowwy this is an entirely meaningless post but I literally can't stop thinking about her#amy pond#doctor who
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tentoorose & the gift of domestic life
in my personal opinion it's kind of deeply simplistic to say that tentoorose wouldn't settle down bc they "need" to travel when both of these things are refuted in the narrative multiple times.
i'm gonna go over this under the cut.
to start this conversation somewhere let's start with how tip/tsp is all about them not needing the tardis and travel as long as they're together, and how losing it would be hard - but they'd still be happy on any random planet because being stuck together isn't so bad - the foundation to their life in pete's world is laid here. this is really massively important because you can see that rose saying this touches the doctor, because it's him realizing that it's him that she loves and not what he offers her. if you take the doctor avoiding the subject as him dismissing it instead of him wanting something he thinks he cannot have, then you are misunderstanding the intention behind it.
it's a beautiful culmination when he literally and metaphorically allows himself to fall later in these episodes. he's asked if he has faith and he says he believes he hasn't seen everything, which is why he keeps traveling. this is left in the air until he faces the devil, without his tardis, so small and seemingly unimportant and the only thing that matters to him is the love between himself and rose. and that love translates into his belief in her; in not only his faith in her ability to also beat the devil, but also in saying that he has seen a lot of the universe and believes in one thing: her, he is saying that he has found all he has ever looked for with rose and if this is his final test; the end of it all-that is fine because he is finished searching even if there is more out there.
that's why him saying "here you are, living a life day after day, the one adventure i can never have." in doomsday is so painful, because it's a vocal confirmation of the reasoning behind his avoidant behavior throughout season two. the depth of feeling he has for rose paralyzes him because he has already lost everything, and now he knows he has found a home with her that he will also lose.
but it goes even farther than all of that. it goes all the way back to nine in father's day, "street corner, two in the morning, getting a taxi home. i've never had a life like that." that bit of yearning to slow down and just be with rose in one place is already seeping into his being then, and it becomes completely central to his character when he regenerates into ten.
the fact that he wants to settle down to a certain extent, to have a human life with rose, and cannot have it is why he represses his feelings for her after seeing sarah jane - and it's only in the later half of s2 after, poetically, visiting pete's world that he allows himself to start to open up to her a bit despite knowing he will lose this new family he has found someday. even in late season two there is a barrier they cannot cross because of his immortality, not because he doesn't want the things rose does. it's because their life spans do not match and never will, and he would never want her to be immortal because he sees his own immortality as a curse, which we see him state in the lazarus experiment.
people claim rose wouldn't want to settle down either, but it takes a lot of ignoring things rose says in order to make this true, quite frankly. rose loves adventure and travel, but what she really loves is the sense of purpose the doctor has brought to her life by showing her what she is capable of outside the constraints of estate life, as she says "it was a better life. and i don't mean all the travelling and aliens and spaceships and things, that don't matter. the doctor showed me a better way of living your life." this is something she does not lose in doomsday and it's still not something she loses in journey's end.
and the thing is, we see multiple times that rose wants to settle down with the doctor and pushes it away because she has decided to spend her life at his side. since she knows he cannot do this, partly out of his duty to the univese and partly because he isn't human, she accepts that she never will either. in army of ghosts when jackie asks if she'll ever settle down she looks so sad when she says, "the doctor never will so i can't. i'll just keep travelling." this is such a heavy moment because it shows that this is something rose has considered, something that she does want because if she didn't she would just say so, and something she herself has begun to repress to support him.
not every relationship has to end with a house and kids, but the doctor and rose are a relationship where the foundation to where they got in the end is dangled in front of them, almost cruelly, the entire time. so the idea that them having it would be too boring or something they would feel isn't enough for a fulfilled life is misunderstanding what their relationship was about in the first place.
do i think they still do alien things? of course. do i think they travel? of course! do they still have a home to come back to? a family to have christmas with? a life to live side by side until they're old and grey? of course. those things do not go against each other. settling down doesn't mean they don't have fun, they don't explore, they don't break rules or grow their own tardis. it just means that they get to have an equal and shared life together with a safe place to always come back to for the rest of their lives, which is what they both always wanted.
without understanding all of these things, it dims the tenth doctor's sacrifice in journey's end and leads to people not fully grasping his descent into madness when he is denied this life that he so desperately wants but is denied in this life. in the confidential for journey's end david tennant says, "by gifting rose this other doctor he is not allowing himself to go back." because if tentoo did not exist he would tear apart reality to get her back as the timelord victorious and the only ONLY thing that stops him from doing so is that her happiness is what matters to him, and he knows that tentoo will make her happy because they are the same man with different opportunities who made different choices because the universe showed him the kindness of mortality.
tldr: the doctor and rose love travelling, but they don't need to travel to have fulfilled lives and they never did. that's part of what makes their relationship special and this is part of the canon narrative so much so that there is a song on the season two soundtrack about it.
#tentoorosemonth2023#tentoorose#tenrose#dw#tenth doctor#doctor who#rambles#tentoo#rose tyler#doctor x rose#tentoo x rose#timepetals
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10/26 - 10/27/2024
I have spent an actually obscene amount of time this weekend reading my own fanfic, because I think it looks pretty on AO3, and because I want someone to read it, and I guess that someone will be me. (You can read it too if you want!) But reading the posted chapters makes me want to read the other chapters, so I just end up doing that, too. The *whole reason* I decided to go ahead and post the first chapter was because I figured if I posted it I'd stop tinkering with it, and I was spending huge amounts of time on that as a procrastination technique against a work deadline that is ruining my life that I needed to stop myself. But joke's on me because that has only intensified the procrastination via all this READING. I'm tired of working weekends and evenings and also frankly of working any time, ever. ToT
Am I enjoying reading my fanfic over and over? I mean, yes, but I do have like, more revisions to do and quite a lot of WRITING I would like to do. So I'm writing this post in the hopes that I can put a stop to myself and start writing again. The reading was nice, particularly because October@Work wasn't going to let me write anyway. But now I've gotten my stupid work deadline extended, thus the nine billion hours spent reading my own fanfic this weekend, to be followed by this work deadline continuing to ruin my life for an even longer period of time. On the other hand, I did also take this opportunity to catch up on Celebrate Bleach!! (Now, to catch up with the rest of the month of October)
An additional silver lining here is that I do now feel like I have an exceptionally strong grasp of Part I of this fic, and have already found many random things in Part II that don't align to it because I didn't previously have uhhhh every one-off line lasered into my eyelids. Which is useful information to have when you are revising. And I've tried to keep out of the Part II chapters in my reading binges, because I want them to be as unfamiliar as possible when time comes to identify revisions.
In the course of all this reading, the dumbest global edit I decided I wanted to do was, rather than make uniform whether I was referring to it as the "Living World" or the "World of the Living," to use both depending on who was speaking/narrating.
So now the characters more familiar with the contemporary Living World call it the Living World and the others refer to it as the World of the Living, except for Rukia and Rose, who still call it the World of the Living, because they're Like That.
I questioned whether I'm thinking about this as an English-language opportunity to add back the characters' differentiated Japanese speech patterns, or if the characters calling it the Living World are legit using some kind of trendy short form in Japanese, too, but it's already only two kanji to begin with, so idk how they could possibly make it shorter. Speak it in katakana I guess lol. But I think it's probably Option 1.
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film ask meme : SAINT MAUD (2019) directed by ROSE GLASS.
a selection of lines from the 2019 film saint maud. modified slightly for rp purposes.
forgive me my impatience but i hope you will reveal your plan for me soon.
can you feel that?
i daresay you'll be seeing this one soon.
who's your saint?
you're prettier than the last one.
you can't just lock yourself up here. you should be around people.
don't be petulant. you're getting dangerously norma desmond.
sorry to call you back early.
things are different now.
take care of yourself, darling.
no one sees what they don't want to.
stay with me. i don't want to be alone.
have you seen a lot of death?
when you pray, do you get a response?
nothing feels real anymore.
i keep thinking about that last moment and wondering what it will be like.
tell me I'm wrong.
my little savior.
to save a soul, that's quite something.
i can see you.
don't let her drink too much.
honey, come back to me.
no hard feelings. i'm sure you're great in bed.
it's not right that she spends her last days getting worked up over a silly girl that doesn't care about her.
i am reminded of myself in the first flushes of your love.
it's no fun if you cheat.
i wasn't expecting to hear from you.
i will go to bed when i damn well like.
don't run away. i'm talking to you.
you got a little carried away, didn't you?
no. you're lost.
there's my little saint.
you know you shouldn't take anything i say serious.
you should have some fun while you still can.
i've got more important things on my mind.
how could mere human frivolity possibly complete with the heavenly father's warm heart?
[name] expressed other concerns.
all i feel of you now is this pain.
if you're trying to teach me something, i can't see what it is.
quite frankly, it all just seems such a waste.
i was ready and open and alive, and this is my reward.
perhaps you aren't as wise as i thought.
i can't help but feel an act of spite has occurred.
i shudder to think what awaits those who shun you.
you never seemed to like me that much.
you owe me a drink.
i thought i did what you told me to do.
please don't let me fall again.
i should have expected resistance. nothing worthwhile comes easy.
never waste your pain.
what if you are smirking or indifferent or think me a clueless idiot?
how will i know what to do?
it was sweet of you to come but you mustn't worry.
you're right. back then, i was so lost.
i was unkind to you.
you made me think of things i didn't want to.
you must be the loneliest girl i've ever seen.
snap out of it, honey.
you have no idea how dull it is to be dying.
i hate to be the one to break it to you but it's just you and me here.
nothing you do matters.
take some responsibility for your actions.
it's clear now you are as weak as your faith.
#rp meme#rp ask meme#rp sentence starters#rp starters#* mine.#this movie just altered my brain chemistry#meme: film.
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Ways to say "I love you"
A short, amateur Lokius fanfic - all characters belong to Marvel.
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Love. Love, love, love. What's it good for? How to prove it? By sacrificing oneself for the other? Or by sacrificing the world for them?
Something Loki could never quite place his finger on was a way to show love. The God of Mischief let out a quiet groan, a botanic book with the flowers' meanings in front of him as he tried to find the best kind to surprise his boyfriend. It had only been a day since he figured out a way to leave Yggradsil, and he had yet to meet with Mobius - or as he called himself now, Don.
Eyes scanning the pages, his black hair a mess, his black suit as fitting as ever, an annoyed expression on his face. Why did so many flowers mean love? Just how many were there? Roses, Forget-Me-Nots, Peonies, Orchids... How was he supposed to choose?
"I give up." The God sighed, snapping his fingers and transforming the book into a bouquet of... well, every flower he could think of. From Roses all the way to Edelweiss, passing by Daisies and Delphiniums. He stared at the bouquet for a moment and added a pink ribbon. Pink represents love on midgard after all, right? He took a deep breath and opened himself a portal near Mobius' house.
Another deep breath. It's going to be okay. He fixed his tie, suit and hair and approached the front yard, getting knocked off his feet and landing on the ground with flowers all over the place, a puppy husky standing on his chest, wagging its tail happily and licking his face, letting out occasional barks. He gasped, trying to push the dog off himself, but being unable to. Did a puppy just defeat the God of Stories?
"Ivy! Ivy, get off him." Loki heard a familiar voice. His face turned dark red within a moment. How embarrassing was that? The pup whined, ears and tail down as it eventually got off him. Mobius approached him and smiled with slight amusement, a hint of adoration in his eyes as he held out his hand to help him get up. "I recall you throwing off Tony Stark off a tower, but you're unable to fight off a two month old dog?" The man teased him, making Loki roll his eyes. He got up and wiped his face, looking at the flowers with a sad expression.
"I'm truly sorry, Mobius. I was trying to surprise you with flowers and I wasn't sure which ones symbolize what and I knew midgardians care for that for some reason and it turned out that so many of them represent love and I just gave up and got each flower that symbolizes love and-" The God took a deep breath in to calm himself down after his fast and incoherent answer. He smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I wanted this to go differently. I didn't know that you own one of those midgardian monsters now."
"Monsters?" Mobius' eyebrow went up, his amusement growing even more. "Sean and Kevin would hate you if they heard that!" He let out a lighthearted chuckle and looked at the flowers. "It's still really sweet you went through all this trouble for me. Thank you, Loki." His amusement died down and he was left with a loving look on his face, eyes focused on the taller man. "But... There are more ways to say 'I love you'."
"Such as?" The Asgardian looked a little taken aback by Mobius' statement, his eyes narrowed a little. The older man pulled him in, one hand wrapped at the back of his neck and the other resting on his cheek as he pecked his lips. Loki looked away slightly embarrassed by the sudden show of affection. "Oh. Right." He chuckled awkwardly, a hint of fondness in his eyes.
The visit certainly will be an unforgettable one.
What a shame he has to go back within a week...
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Frankly, I don't know what this is, I was just extremely bored in biology and didn't want to calculate the density of granite hence... Whatever this is.
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week one hundred and fifty four
i looked forward to the student pubs this week. i went to both the tuesday one and the wednesday one but he wasn't at either. m couldn't join me to the pub this week either so i went with my classmate a. she joined on wednesday as well along with j. i joined them after i finished work. went by the convenience store to get some cigarettes for a. i've never bought cigarettes before. they didn't even id me!
once i got to the pub, a bought me a beer (and the two others i had that evening as well to even out the cigarettes). i was feeling fairly happy and confident and with a little hyping from my friends, i ended following his insta. he accepted my follow request and followed back a few minutes later. i freak out a little bit and end up dming him just a few moments after us following each other.
"hi !! i stole some cards from u during exploding kittens last week. ur quite cute!"
after having sent that i throw my phone in my bag and take a bathroom break and then went to buy another beer. i come back. i fix my makeup. i try to drag out the time as much as possible but j catches on and just goes "CHECK IF HE'S TEXTED YOU!". so i do.
and he has.
"ah, i knew i recognized you from somewhere."
"you're quite cute yourself ;)"
so we texted actively for the entire time i was at the pub. he's been replying slow these past few days though. he didn't even text me once on friday. it's odd because when he does text me, he's very into it. so i don't know. he does to be fair seem like a guy who probably doesn't have his notifications on and probably doesn't use his phone a whole lot. green flag, i guess? we texted a little on saturday as well. he very tongue-in-cheekily sent a picture of ACTUAL feminist literature and went "oh no, i dropped the feminist literature i'm reading right now (170 cm btw)" and i feel like him being short truly ties it all together. he's so unserious TT
the two red flags he do have are his music taste frankly being quite horrible and him following a centrist political party on instagram. see, usually, that's enough for me to leave. i'm never going to date someone who's not a leftist like me. however, he also follows the socialist party and the green party. also lots of accounts about politics in general so i think he's pretty actively interested and i know many leftists who are really into politics also follow parties they don't support just so they can keep up with them. i'll need to smoothly start talking about politics with him.
kent are having some reunion concerts next year. sooo many people i know are going to try to get tickets. i hope i get some. i'm planning to go with l and l :D
h dmed me on thursday asking if him and his friend could get a discount at my job. i said yes. he followed me again. we talked for a little bit. it's a weird feeling talking to him. like, exes (or technically not because we we're never officially together but you know...) in general i guess because it's like "yo, you've seen my entire naked body and you've seen me cry but now we're just having the most simple small talk ever". it's weirdly beautiful.
l texted me as well on friday. i mean, l and i still talk quite a lot. moreso interact, i guess? we reply to each other's tweets and send each other tiktoks and stuff but this time we talked. for hours. we're still friends in that sense. sometimes i'm embarrassed about how i'm not really over him yet. i am, mostly. enough to date other people and like other people. i think i view our time together with very rose-tinted glasses. like... i mourn memories more than him as a person specifically. i think it'll always be that way. same for h.
i miss lying in l's tiny bed, his hand gently rubbing my exposed stomach while we listened to cds on his cd-player. i miss sleeping with h and waking up to an asleep him pulling me even closer in the middle of the night. i miss coming home to l's and having dinner with his family even though i was so shy and awkward. i miss teasing h by pulling away whenever he tried to kiss me and he'd get so frustrated and it was so adorable.
i recognize that these are all moments i will most likely have with whoever else i end up dating in the future. it's not so much about the person perse. i just miss having a connection like that. i just want affection and someone to show it to.
today i had a boring day at work. it just felt like i had no energy for anything. my boss kept nagging me and even though he's so kind, it still felt like it was so passive aggressive. some of my coworkers really despise him. i don't think he's that bad. he's not bad at all actually but you know... he's still my boss. it's intimidating working with him sometimes.
bff l called me soon after i got home. they caught me mid-piss while ordering ubereats. we talked for like two hours. it's nice catching up with her. now i'm in bed, preparing for a day of pure relaxation tomorrow. it's my first day off in over a month. i've always had work or school. tomorrow i have nothing. i should study but i decided to genuinely give myself one day with no obligations. i'll enjoy sleeping in and playing games all day.
sotw: kent - det kanske kommer en förändring
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So... I think I'm quitting Doctor Who for a while; possibly forever. I haven't decided yet, but I'm definitely done for now. I got to the end of season 4, and I was So Freaking Excited to see Rose again that I couldn't even breathe for most of the season. Every time they teased it I felt like I was going to puke, I was so stoked and so upset about all the near misses... And when we got her back she was so capable and so awesome... Even though it upset me that they spent an episode & a half keeping them apart and wasting time, and, and... And she had grown So Much, and she was fighting So Damn Hard, even against the impossible, to keep her promise to him, to never leave him; the only person who ever really fully made that promise and worked so hard to do it that I know of (tho to be fair I didn't watch the Sarah Jane stuff or any of the earlier stuff yet... But still, it really hits, doesn't it?).... and I simply couldn't wait to see them back together again! And their mutual relief and joy in the reunion is so palpable... And then.
And then.
I CANNOT. I'm so pissed off at the way they ended it I was up all night pacing my room ranting to myself, and I can't even watch the final S4 episode; with him alone with neither of them. Alone again... because this one time, after fighting so hard to be back with him, Rose chooses an alternate version of him... and chooses to *leave him* by it?! I cannot watch Ten, having lost a new friend, but also having lost the person who was almost single-handedly responsible for the version of himself he is at that particular moment in time. I just...
I'm okay with and understand that Billie Piper didn't want to continue, but I just can't buy it. It simply doesn't wash for me. It seems wildly OOC, and just highlights how resigned the Doctor is to being deserted, and losing people, and I'm ANGRY. Nay, I'm FURIOUS. Honestly I don't think I can deal with the format anymore, after this. I can't watch him get attached to people and then watch him lose them over and over and over again. I just can't do it.
Tenrose broke me, and I don't think I can continue in the Whoniverse. It was a short journey, but if I ever want to return to that universe, I think I'll just rewatch the first two to four seasons (and watch him as 14, maybe). For one, I think I didn't give Martha enough props. I was too busy dealing with my emotions over losing Rose in Doomsday, and I didn't really pay enough attention to Martha to really give her what she deserved. And frankly, I probably didn't give Donna her props either, because I remained upset, and they were teasing Rose the whole time (which I'm glad they did, don't get me wrong; because otherwise I think it would have been too long of a gap without her for us to really fully remember till they were in the same scene together, what it was like with them. But still. It definitely impacted my ability to enjoy the Donna dynamic).
I will need to rewatch anyway to do my fix-it fic... this this being inevitable conclusion to my journey here. That's how i survive these sorts of things. I need to be able to sleep again. And I can't, as long as that infuriating ending is still in my head and playing behind my eyelids.
#tenrose#rose tyler#the tenth doctor#david tennant ruining peoples lives#martha jones#donna noble#whoniverse#billie piper
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5. Has your OC always had the same opinion of themselves or has this changed over time? Have they learned to love themselves - perhaps with the help of others - as their journey progressed? Or have the consequences of their actions only served to erode their sense of self-worth? for Aemon
You know what, this is sort of perfect for him, because a lot of his character arc is about this & this ask gives me a chance to really think about it.
Minor spoilers for Chapter 13 (I've already alluded to them, but I'm noting it anyway) & beyond are below the cut.
When we first meet Aemon as a sentient character in Chapter 11/"Be Not A Bed Of Roses," he doesn't have the most developed sense of who he is, because he's 5, but he trusts the world & the people in it & thinks well about himself because he's never been given a reason not to. He "knows" how his life is going to go with all the confidence of a child who has been loved & nurtured, & who has an older sister he looks up to that has given him a tangible goal that she herself accomplished. He's not always sure of himself, because again, five-years-old, but those fears are, generally, other people's problems & have nothing to do with how he sees himself. He maintains this throughout Chapter 12/"In The Name Of The Mother, In The Name Of The Father," as well because not a lot different happens to him.
In Chapter 13 (tentatively 2 halves, we'll see what it starts looking like when I get to writing) things get to be a different story. He was the only one there when his mom died, he saw what happened & he was powerless to stop what was going on because he was 6 & was too physically weak to do anything, & because he hadn't claimed Silverwing at that point. There was, quite literally, nothing he could have done to stop what was going on, & he blacks out before going largely non-verbal for a good month-and-a-half. He doesn't necessarily blame himself for what happened, not fully anyway. He definitely lays blame at Daemon's feet because, well, he's who did it. But Aemon does think he should have been able to do something: if he was big & strong like Ser Gerold & Ser Gunthor he could have stopped his dad, if he had claimed Silverwing earlier he could have stopped his dad. Just a lot of really heavy stuff that he lays on himself even though he's really young, that he sort of buckles under the weight of for a while & lets control a lot of things that happen once he's sent to be fostered in The North.
It takes a really long time for him to recover from actively thinking about how he could have/should have done something, & from how badly he views his response to the direct & quite frankly dark trauma of witnessing his mom's murder. Truthfully, a lot of it doesn't every really leave him: he trains ridiculously hard to get Big And Strong because he doesn't want to ever be in a situation where he can't protect someone ever again, he hates how he clams up and reverts to how he was when the trauma was fresh if he's put in a situation that makes him confront Daemon is a real person who exists, he dislikes how his reaction made him isolated from other people because it made him weird (& that fuels a lot of his closeness with Helaena later on once they meet).
His siblings & their spouses all help on some level, by going to visit him while he's fostering most times he asks & constantly writing him & showing him lots of attentive care that reinforces that they still love him & don't blame him for anything because he was a literal child & that he was sent away to help everyone/not just to get him out of the way. A lot of the work gets done by the House fostering him (don't want to necessarily spoil where he goes since I'm already spilling some of his emotional arc, lol), because they're who he's around all the time & reassure him & put in a lot of the Ye Olde Therapy work. Also, ngl, his boyfriend does a lot of the helping. His Non-Relative-Bestie/Foster Brother/Lover (Aemon is going full Fucky Targ Relationship Dynamics lmao) is his manic pixie dream boy toy who helps Aemon do a lot of inner work to get okay with things by being a stable, supportive presence in his life who sees all of/the worst of him & never gets scared away.
So by the time Aemon gets back to Runestone once he's 16, I'm not gonna say he's back to where he was, because Kill The Boy And Let The Goth Be Born, but he's doing about as well as one can when you live in a setting/time period where therapy doesn't exist. He sees himself in a way better & healthier way. None of the negativity ever leaves him, because what he saw just irrevocably altered him, how could it not? He gets to thinking about himself positively though, & once he's back home & starts growing up he keeps making little bits of progress until he's got a good view of himself a good 85-90% of the time/really needs a dark moment to get in a bad Self Image place again.
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What are they saying about Nicholas? Is it bad? I don't wanna get on twitter to find out D:
I'll be real with you, most of the negative stuff I've seen is coming from Harry Styles fans that are mad at The Idea of You for various reasons that I could get into but I don't even really want to bring specific negative comments from twitter onto tumblr. (And listen I was a 1D fan from 2012 until they broke up so like, I was in the trenches, and frankly his stans, especially the ones who ship Larry, have always been really extra and I feel exhausted by the thought of having to engage with them and their so-called "logic" again just because my current fave is tangentially associated with him right now!)
Also I think I'm just feeling melancholic over everything because I really want the best for his career but more exposure is always going to lead to more opinions, good and bad, and I just wish there was some way he could have the good career without the added opinions from people!!! I think it's hard for me, as someone who reads, listens to, and watches every interview he does, to then turn around and see someone online throw out baseless opinions about his character, or what he said, or what he did etc etc when they're likely basing all of that opinion on only one thing. Or perhaps they're coming at him from a place of wanting to dislike him for whatever their personal reasons are, and so they willfully misrepresent or misunderstand. It's especially hard as I know he has spoken about his fears of being misunderstood multiple times and now I am witnessing it happening in real time.
I really don't want to be a bummer especially as this is a really really exciting time for his career and it honestly feels like he has the whole world at his feet and I'm excited to see what projects he will be doing moving forward! I am full of both excitement and a bit of melancholy and that's ok, I am simply parasocialing a little too close to the sun lol.
Honestly, there are always going to be good and bad experiences on every platform that you can engage in fandom. I have probably 100 people on tumblr blocked to protect my fan experience lmao! And there's lots of people on twitter who I think are really funny and fun stans of Nick's! I just think on twitter there's a lot all at once and it's easier to see opinions from people who aren't actual fans of his, if that makes sense.
Although I will share one comment that made me laugh, which was someone on twitter complaining about how they keep seeing the same few actors in every single movie and Nick was listed along with names like Timothee Chalamet and others and it made me kinda laugh because Timothee rose to fame in 2017 with Call Me By Your Name and has been working steadily ever since so yeah I kinda understand the Timothee fatigue. But in 2017 Nick was still a struggling actor working side jobs and hadn't yet had a "big break". He quite literally has only started becoming well known in 2023, so if this person is already sick of him, they have a lot more coming their way 💀
#I have soooooo many TIOY opinions but honestly i don't want to get attacked by harry stans#this post is probably bad enough lmao#nicholas galitzine#my posts
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𓂀 The Memory of ‘45 (Part #3) 𓂀
[I don't know how long I stayed holding my twin, Vivi, in her room because seconds blended into minutes and minutes blended into hours. Each time our father, Andrew Morgan Marx, would enter the room, I'd instinctively pull Vivi closer to me. He was like a stranger to us because he'd sent us away shortly after our mother, Mary, died. He couldn't deal with the constant reminder of her, or that's what I'd told Vivi as we got older. Hell, I'd told myself that, but he never said it to us. He'd simply throw money at us and buy lavish gifts each time he would promise to come for a birthday or recital and would fail to keep those promises. I'd long since given up on him, but I knew Vivi still held out a glimmer of hope for him to love us and actually want to be around us -- for us to be a true family once again.
This time, when he walked into Vivi's room, I hissed at him. I was daring him to come closer to the bed, but he read the look and hiss for what it meant. His hands simply lifted with his palms towards us.
"I am your father, young lady." The sound of his voice annoyed me, making me hiss again until he backed out of the room after saying, "I should have protected you both better." I wasn't sure who he was trying to kid, but when Vivi whimpered, I looked at her then to him to see the flash of emotion that crossed his gaze. Then the door shut, and we were alone again. My sister remained mute and either curled into me or her pillow in a fetal position, like she couldn't get small enough. She never spoke about what she'd seen or been through, and quite frankly there were moments within the time we'd been abducted that I couldn't remember beyond the point of a needle prick to my arm or neck. When I'd come to, I would be sore from head to toe while my mouth and throat dry to find Vivi's eyes wide with horror and fear as she looked at me. I'd shift to find my cunt or ass sore, but I didn't know if it had been Brandon who'd abused me or one of his pals while he forced Vivi to watch. The memory of it all was wiped from existence thanks to whatever drug I'd been given, but the scent of blood, both Vivi's and mine, hung in the air along with that of sex.
Just thinking about it made my skin crawl to the point that my stomach would turn, and I'd peel myself away from my sister to run to the bathroom, where I'd dry heave before I'd strip and get into the shower. Then I'd simply stand there, letting the water rain down over me until it ran cold before I'd turn it off, step out, dry off, then would simply pull on a robe and curl into myself for a moment. I couldn't let Vivi see me this close to breaking, nor would I let her feel it through our bond, so I'd wall the emotions away from her, leaving me and me alone to feel them. Once I got a handle on my emotions, I'd ease the barrier down and re-enter my twin's bedroom to find Gran there with her.
"Go downstairs and eat, child. I'll sit with your sister. Now go and do as Gran says." She knew the only way to get me to leave was to use that tone with me -- the one only Gran had when she meant business -- so I walked over and kissed my sister's temple and whispered an "I love you, Viv." near her head then I did as Gran told me to and walked downstairs to attempt to eat.
In the kitchen, I found that Gran had made all of our favorites, but I went with toast because I wasn't sure I could stomach anything else. When I was between my first and second bite, I smelled our father coming towards the door before he entered and I heard his steps falter for a brief second, then he entered through the door. He didn't touch me, but rather he bent down to tell me something.
"You saved yourself and your sister. I'm proud of you. And none of them will ever touch either of you again."
I froze with a bite of food to my mouth. He was proud of me. My chest rose and fell as I took in those words -- all of them -- before he moved away. Since I'd been little, he'd not used the word 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 in any form, so he meant it. I could taste the truth of his words almost better than I could taste the toast. When he walked towards the living room, I shifted my green eyes to follow him. Maybe I had held out the smallest glimmer of hope for something/anything from our father, and that had been it. He did care, but he'd never say the actual words. So pride it was and I held onto it tightly.
A few weeks passed and father's visits became fewer until they stopped altogether. I knew it would happen. He didn't know how to deal with the trauma Vivi and I had been through. He'd lowered his guard and told me he was proud of me. Not only that, but he'd spoken kindly to Vivi. It was his moment of weakness and given who his enemies were he couldn't afford that for long. Father was going to 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢���� 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 as he called it. That meant wipe out those enemies who'd infiltrated his crew, along with those who'd been behind our kidnapping and helping Brandon Taylor. The papers had listed him as missing and outside the country, but I knew he was dead because it had been me to do it. I also knew his body would never be found because our father had made it so. Slowly, the articles about the missing Brandon Taylor shifted from full front page articles to being small blurbs housed somewhere in the middle pages to being forgotten altogether. But my sister refused to leave the house. She'd step to the door to retreat back either to the sofa or her room. I knew she no longer felt safe and that infuriated me. I wanted her to feel safe once again, and only I could do that for her.
The only question was could I step outside of Gran's house. Could I face my own fears? I had to and did, finally, when I came across an advertisement for a new class catered to women to teach them self-defense. It was an innovative, novel idea but also had its critics due to the times saying that women should be happy homemakers and birthing babies but it was the innovativeness of it that had me ripping it out and dialing the number to schedule a time to come speak to them about the class.
On the set day, I kissed my twin's head, telling her that I would be back and added a pinky promise on top, then I kissed Gran's cheek. She knew where I was going and why I was doing it. This was my test to see if I could move forward instead of locking myself away. I walked to the door, opened it and took a deep breath before I looked back at Gran and Vivi blowing them a kiss before mouthing "I love you" at them both, then I stepped outside and began walking towards #GershonsGym. As I got closer, I could smell the scent of sweat and testosterone in the air, but there was something else beneath all of that. Another fox. No, it was foxes. The scent had my nose twitching and apprehension pooling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I should turn around and head back to Gran's and safety. Just as I was thinking it out stepped a woman with a thick Irish accent, she knew what I was the same as I knew what she was.
"Ye are safe here, lass." She said as she opened the door and led me inside towards a future that I couldn't see nor predict, but it would be one where I could hold my own and protect not just myself but my sister too]
#TBC
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Hiiiii it's me, I'm back again!!! They are STILL so important to me fr fr 0️⃣1️⃣0️⃣1️⃣
(I WILL get through all of your Elimetri content and reblog it and say nice things about it, I swear by all my blorbos and everything I hold dear--)
There is something insanely adorable about the fact that even when they're smashed out of their mind, Demetri and Eli aren't loud or gross or pushy with each other, they're just...wholesome and cuddly in a way they'd usually be scared to display that openly ;_____; Internalized homophobia is a fearsome beast!! It's got Demetri over here going "what if I got really inebriated??? So I could...sit in your lap and hold your face gently and bump our foreheads together???"
"He was in no way a drinker, not even at parties; but Moon had brought this cotton candy vodka stuff, and it tasted more like liquid sweets than anything despite the burning as it went down his throat." Nooooo Demetri, not the sweetened, heavily-flavored alcohol that doesn't taste like alcohol!!! You dun got played like a fiddle!!! By the oldest trick in the book, too!!! Embarrassing, quite frankly ;____; And come now--you didn't think that what Moon (of all people!!!) brought would get you that fucked up??? Smdh. But I have to applaud Demetri being a man of culture--I, too, live and die by the philosophy "the less it tastes like alcohol, the better" XD
"But it was fitting, because neither would have the confidence to go through with it sober." Unfortunately this is true ;____; 5 seasons and counting and these children are still in the world's most vehement denial about their sexualities. Sending thoughts and prayers to them every single day 💔
Only Demetri Alexopoulos would think about crunching numbers while drunk aksudhfpbguishn He's gonna be such a menace in the corporate world someday I just know it
Eli's drunken, borderline incoherent rambling is 1000/10, I KNOW that boy would!! I hope Miguel takes pity on his idiot besties and does in fact give them a ride home so they can eat ice cream and watch Game of Thrones.
#v small drabble. anyways don't drink kids. and if you're gonna make out with someone either both be sober or both be drunk? Backing Rose here, consent first ofc 🩵
#also not-that-i've-ever-drank-at-all-in-my-life-what-are-you-talking-about. but. #when a drink 'tastes just like (x) sweet!!1!' girl no it doesn't it tastes like burning vodka with some sugar YOU TELL THEM, GIRL!!! Louder for the naive fools in the back ;_____;
Tis I, the Hell Yeah anon!!! Still reading and loving all of your binary boyfriends content <3 Could I get a bb ficlet with the prompt "we're way too drunk for this"?
hey, hell yeah anon ! i missed you, hope you're doing well <3 here's an extra-small 265 word drabble for you. obviously, content warning for underage drinking
"Hey," Demetri murmured, hands cupping Eli's cheeks, forehead pressed against his. He was sitting in Eli's lap, comfortable in spite of his jeans.
The room had a heated air to it--but maybe that was due to the sheer amount of alcohol Demetri had that night. He was in no way a drinker, not even at parties; but Moon had brought this cotton candy vodka stuff, and it tasted more like liquid sweets than anything despite the burning as it went down his throat. Soon enough, he found himself a giggling mess, stumbling into Eli and leading him to a spare room.
"Hey," Eli replied, pushing forward and pressing his lips to Demetri's. And it was funny, because Demetri never thought they'd have their first kiss drunk. But it was fitting, because neither would have the confidence to go through with it sober.
"Hey, wait, Eli," Demetri whispered. "We shouldn't--I mean, I drank a lot of that cotton candy stuff, and you had that and at least two beers, so crunching the numbers…that makes us…"
"Fucked up?" Eli snickered.
Demetri grinned, nodding in response. "Maybe we shouldn't do anything until we're sober…?"
"Sure, sure," Eli shrugged woozily. "Or, consider this: we make out, okay…and then we have Miguel drive us to your place…then we have some ice cream and watch GoT…then we make out some more…am I a genius, or what?"
That seemed to not go with the plan Demetri had just suggested, though it didn't go entirely against it, either. Demetri laughed softly, pressing his lips to Eli's once more, clearly satisfied with that plan.
#binary boyfriends#elimetri#hawkmeat#hawkmetri#demetri alexopoulos#demetri cobra kai#eli moskowitz#hawk#fanfic#fanfiction#ficlet
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stray kids | the things they adore about you !
"there are other things i cherish more than roses and candlelit dinners. for all you know, i'd trade a lifetime of flower bouquets just to hold your hand once."
pairing : ot8 x gn!reader
tw : none !
genre : established relationship, just overall fluff fluff fluff
a/n : do i know this is the first time i post my random ass writing here ?? yes yes i do :)
⤞ BANG CHAN adores the way you sing or hum confidently, especially when it's late at night or early in the morning.
When he wakes up in the morning, he loves to hear it first, more than anything; your voice is incredibly sweet in his ear and listening to your mellifluous melodies makes him feel at peace. It's also quite rare to see you waking up before he does, so he doesn't get to experience it often (that's why he cherishes it even more).
When he falls asleep at night, he always wants your voice to be the last thing he hears that day. He's just so used to it by now that when you two are apart (and unable to communicate due to various reasons), he finds himself having even more trouble sleeping.
Of course, your voice isn't the most amazing voice he has ever heard, but it belongs to the person he loves. So, no matter how odd it sounds or how peculiar your music taste is, when you're the one singing, everything just feels right to him.
⤞ LEE KNOW adores the way you love and appreciate your food.
Now, he knows that food is a blessing and should never be wasted, but seeing you doing your absolute best to appreciate your food makes his heart swell with love. Although he thinks it's one of the principles a decent human being should have, he knows you're so much more than that.
Throughout your relationship, he can always count on you to keep things properly around the house. That includes storing the food you have in the best way possible. Both of you often exchange tips and advices about it. It's a routine that both you and him have grown to love.
⤞ CHANGBIN adores the way you actively listen when someone else is speaking, no matter how boring the topic is.
He also thouroughly enjoys cooking for you, because then he'd get to see you devour them! To him, there's nothing in this world that can beat a warm meal shared with you.
It's one of the first things he noticed when he first got to know you. When someone else is talking to you, you'd absentmindedly give them reactions just so they know you're really listening, like "i see" or "then?"
Once, he heard your friend ramble about random new dramas (he knew you were never interested in them), but you kept on nodding and asking questions. To this day, he still thinks it's very awesome. He thinks you are very awesome.
⤞ HYUNJIN adores the way you bring extra things like hair ties and tissues, just in case someone needs them.
Conversations with him are much more nicer, of course, so you never have to feign interest with him. You still do it when you're listening to him, though, and it makes him feel so encouraged and so loved.
He still remembers the day you gave him your pink scrunchie. He had forgotten his own hair band at home, so you offered yours. The sight of you smiling at him while handing your scrunchie made his heart beat twice as fast then, and it still does now.
You don't only do it to him, though. You gave your friend the last good pencil you had just because she needed it more. You shared your candies with a kid because the kid was hungry. He realizes soon enough that you bring more on purpose, and they're not for yourself.
⤞ HAN adores the way you patiently wait for other people.
He admits that he's not the most meticulous or responsible person (that's why he keeps on forgetting and losing his things), so having you by his side makes him feel so much more complete.
You know what it feels like to be left behind. The memories are very bitter, but they serve to teach you a good lesson. That's why when someone else is lagging, or falling behind, you stop and wait for them.
You wait for him a lot, too. He really tries his best not to make you wait longer than you have to, but he often fails to do so. It can be before going home, or before movie nights, or before dates. He's super apologetic about it, but you reassure him it's alright every time (it's not like he wants to, anyway, so it's all good).
⤞ FELIX adores the way you look at animals, especially the cute ones.
These days, he finds himself doing the same thing. He waits patiently for the people he loves (including you) and frankly, he's proud of himself for growing as a person and as your love.
He loves animals too, he truly does. But when you are the one caring for them, he doesn't know which one is cuter (hint: it's you). Animals are just adorable and marvelous, they're so fascinating! He knows you don't only like the cute ones, though. Almost all animals give you serotonin boosts.
And when you say almost, you mean ALMOST. Because insects certainly doesn't spark joy within you. Heck, sometimes you just seem to be so scared of them. He finds that fact really cute. To be honest, he doesn't enjoy the presence of insects either, but he doesn't really mind as long as he's with you.
All of your family and friends know just how loud you can be. That's why most people (especially the ones who just met you) get intimidated by your thunderous voice and unpredictable actions. But that was never the case when you're with him.
After all, there is no other species (or organism) in the kingdom Animalia he'd prefer over you (his family and friends and the bois come first place with you ofc).
⤞ SEUNGMIN adores the way you can be loud without being annoying or insensitive.
The thing is, he's used to loud people (he can also be very loud himself!) and to him, you're no different. In fact, he finds your personality very uplifting. When he performs or sings, you boost his confidence with your cheers. When he is tired or frustrated, you make sure to shower him with lots of encouragement.
⤞ I.N adores the way you say "thank you" and "i'm sorry" with so much sincerity to nearly everyone.
Of course, there are days when he needs things to be more quiet than usual. No matter what, you try your best to support him! You're still learning, and that's okay because he is, too.
This is a habit that you didn't realize you have until he pointed it out. But like, even if you do, isn't it just basic manners? You think it's nothing special or remarkable. However, he thinks otherwise! He loves the fact that you're polite, even to the people who are often overlooked or looked down upon.
As someone working in the entertainment industry, he has met A LOT of people from all around the world. That means, he has seen characters and personalities of many kinds, and he knows more than a handful of people who are just straight up disrespectful. Meeting you, he once said, was refreshing. Back then, he genuinely enjoyed being your friend and when he got the chance to love you, he's so honored.
Yes, you know this habit of yours is still nothing to be bragged about, but he appreciates it nonetheless! After all, he loves you because of the same reason you're polite - just because.
#stray kids#:)#they make my heart happy#skz#stray kids headcanons#skz headcanons#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#bang chan#lee know#minho#changbin#seo changbin#hyunjin#hwang hyunjin#han#han jisung#felix#lee felix#seungmin#kim seungmin#i.n#jeongin#yang jeongin
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𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .
PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader , slight hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader
GENRE : angst , romance
WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , recovery from amnesia
SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐗𝐈𝐕 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐗𝐕 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐗𝐕𝐈
now, this is tooru’s business.
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saudade masterlist .
SAUDADE
( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”
⠀the last people tooru expected to ever hear from again, besides you, were any of his third year teammates. maybe his underclassmen had it in them to forgive him eventually, but not issei and takahiro. they had all the right reason to not forgive him for his actions. they, just like hajime, had doted on you quite often during the season. while they weren't obsessive over it, they both visibly appreciated your presence.
⠀way more than he did at the time, anyway.
⠀he was almost scared as the two of them approached him during lunch. oikawa stopped showing up to the cafeteria and began enjoying his lunches in silence at the library, as many social outcasts choose to do. he didn't think that their motive for going to the library was to see him of all people, but his mind began to race as they began walking towards him at a surprisingly quick pace - their faces were anything but pleasant.
⠀"makki? mattsun?" tooru's body initiated his fight or flight instincts as both of them stood at his sides, making it impossible for him to just stand up and leave. "what are you doing here? i didn't do anything, did i?" he really hoped he didn't make another mistake. the last thing he wanted was to be remembered for nothing more than his shortcomings as a boyfriend.
⠀"no, not this time." mattsun replied in a hushed whisper, shaking his head. "but there's something going on that no one on the team likes. we don't know if you already know or not, but given your past with y/n, we figured you'd be interested."
⠀he hesitated at the mention of your name. of course he was interested in anything that had to do with you. what could possibly be going on with you that would be so important for him of all people to know about? the other two third years were uncharacteristically serious for their usual joking demeanors, but he was too nervous to say anything more.
⠀oikawa was additionally surprised to watch both them take a seat on both sides of him, leaning in closer to ensure only he was able to hear what they were saying. tooru leaned back slightly, his stomach running in circles with the suspicious activity going on. were they going to prank him? go through all this just to call him a loser? if so, he didn't want to be part of it. he had already messed up with you again, that was all the confirmation he needed that he was just a downright idiot. damn him and his stupid bad habits. if only he knew how to control his temper, this wouldn't have happened in the first place.
⠀"do you want the news just thrown in your face, or do you want us to discreetly tell you?" makki crossed his arms and leaned over the table, throwing the seijoh captain out of his deep thought. "doesn't really matter, bad news is bad news. we're probably going to ruin your day with this."
⠀really, what could be worse than this? "just tell me," was all he could muster.
⠀"iwaizumi and y/n are dating."
⠀what?
⠀tooru almost fell out of his seat as the blood rushed throughout his body like a tidal wave, both anger and astonishment crashing together furiously. he almost screamed but bit down on his tongue due to their current location. both makki and mattsun noticed the sudden shift in oikawa's behavior, and nodded their heads as if to agree with his reaction.
⠀"yahaba told me today. kindaichi apparently made small talk with iwaizumi, where the big news was revealed." mattsun continued without letting either brunet peer reply, "and frankly, it's very strange. all of it. but i'm pretty sure the only ones who have been suspicious of the relationship are us."
⠀oikawa was livid. whatever control he had over his temper, had been thrown long gone by now. his face glowed with an underlying red hue, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists as he rest them on the table. he wasn't mad at you - he was mad at iwaizumi. hajime. he did something to manipulate you into a relationship. he did something to you to result in this outcome.
⠀and this was all oikawa’s fault.
⠀"this is bullshit," he seethed, shaking his head in an incredulous matter. "there's no way this was mutual. it can't be." curiously, he turned to the other two with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes narrowed in their direction. "why aren't you happy about their relationship? isn't this what all of you wanted ever since i..." hurt her? his voice got caught in his throat before he could finish.
⠀"don't get us wrong. you're still a complete asshole for how you treated y/n in the past. nothing will change that." it was like a hammer hit straight into oikawa's chest. "however... it's more complicated with iwaizumi. more complicated than what we would like it to be."
⠀realistically, it shouldn't be complicated at all. oikawa knew that. he was never the nicest to you, but he truly had no ill intentions when it came to your well being. now that he was stripped of whatever pride and dignity he had during the volleyball season, he realized that even though he had no ill intention, it still hurt you. that's what hurt tooru the most.
⠀"...complicated?"
⠀"i'm sure you've heard that iwaizumi has refused to tell y/n of her... past. and she doesn't remember anything either, which works to his advantage." makki began listing down points with his finger. "she asked us, she asked the team, she's asked iwaizumi way more times that i can count with both hands and toes. hell, i'm pretty sure she's asked you, too."
⠀you have, but tooru had his own reasons for hesitating.
⠀"she's been pretty stubborn about what she wants, and actually pretty pissed that no one refuses to tell her anything. then all of a sudden she comes back to seijoh with iwaizumi after a normal weekend, hand-in-hand and happy as can be." makki shook his head at the thought of it. "something doesn't add up. maybe it's not our business to butt in, but that's what's been going on."
⠀"what do you want me to do about it?" the lonely third year leaned back against his seat once more, more frustrated than anything. "i thought all of you didn't want me near y/n anymore. now you're telling me this, and for what?"
⠀"truth be told oikawa, this was just an impulse decision on both our parts." mattsun sighed and stood up, stretching his legs a bit. makki followed suit. "even though it's suspicious, it's really not our business. everyone else seems to be content with it, especially with what y/n's been going through. it's almost meant to be at this point."
⠀ouch, another strike to the heart. "but," the rose-haired peer interjected, "even though it's not our business, it most certainly is yours, isn't it? after all, you still haven't been able to officially break up with her yet, huh? and don't you have bad blood with iwaizumi now?" he shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head to the side.
⠀just how much did these two know? "no," oikawa mumbled quietly, "i haven't been able to."
⠀"anyways, the bell's gonna ring soon. you're in the loophole now, so you decide what to do with the information." mattsun walked up to tooru and grabbed him by the blazer, pulling the captain up to his feet before whispering quietly, "and if you have any sense of redemption left in you, it would probably be in your best interest to see what the hell is going on with hajime iwaizumi. maybe you'll get a sense of closure in the process."
⠀tooru could only nod in retaliation to this sudden confrontation, and mattsun gently let go of his blazer before giving him a quick nod. as quickly as the two of them arrived, they had already disappeared into the hallways by the time the bell rang.
⠀the frustration followed him like a raincloud for the rest of the day.
⠀y/n, what has hajime iwaizumi done to you?
a/n : i got nothin’ to say for ya today, so enjoy!
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Was it really necessary to come over and invade her space? Neylani almost opened her mouth to say she could hear him just fine from where he was, but that would only make things awkward. And it would imply she was bothered by his closeness, which she wasn't. It was more the fact she didn't want to be close to him. She would rather not have to deal with him in any capacity. Still, the sheriff never even looked up from the notepad to acknowledge he had come over to speak with her face-to-face. "Things can be rebuilt," Neylani commented, with a shrug. "I'm more concerned about the people than the place. It's better to have things back to normal to help everyone move on from that night." Like herself. But she suspected she couldn't do that until she apologized to Roman for what happened.
As the man declined any help for his business, Neylani bit back a sigh -- she hated wasting her time -- and flipped the notebook closed. "Alright then," the sheriff stated, tucking it back into her breast pocket. Micah's offer to help did help to at least have her look him in the face finally, a bit mollified by it. Did she think he offered to assist the towns people in aid efforts out of the goodness of his own heart? Not really, but that didn't matter, either. Help was help. "We can use the help, thank you," she admitted. "Many hands make light work." The department had a few deputies on staff, he could have meant any of them-- but Neylani happened to know which one Micah referenced, simply because the man had already gone over his night with her and his whereabouts. "Deputy Beckett?" She nodded, this time with some pride in her co-workers. "Yes, I'm glad he was here," Neylani said, trying not to let that guilt eat away at her more over the fact she hadn't been, "he's proven to be a very capable man to have around."
Her brows rose just a bit, as Micah suddenly broached the elephant in the room after all. Honestly, that shocked her. He seemed so ready to pretend none of it ever happened. Despite the fact she had just been lamenting to herself that he hadn't bothered, the woman found herself not wanting to deal with it now that it was brought up. Be careful what you wish for, isn't that what they said? Probably because his excuse was just... nothing. Not an apology. Not an acknowledgement that he had done anything wrong. Just some half-hearted attempt to swipe it aside so that later, he could claim he tried.
"Ah-ah," Neylani held up a hand to stop him right there. "Please do not do me the disservice of pretending you're just no good at dating, or relationships, or whatever-the-hell this," here she then mimicked the gesture between them that Micah had done, "supposedly represents, okay? Next month, I'll find out you're shacked up with someone else and not having an ounce of hardship about it-- so let's not, alright? You weren't interested, that's the bottom line. Which is fine," here Neylani stressed the word as she leaned in, emphatically. "Things don't work out all the time, I'm used to that-- I'm a big girl, I can handle the disappointment, don't you worry about that." Her eyes rolled some. "All I expect to hear from you now, is an apology. I don't care what the excuse was, because quite frankly, there is no excuse that you couldn't have taken thirty seconds out of your day to even text me a simple 'I can't make it' or 'Nevermind' before that night, or the courtesy of an 'I'm sorry' in the days since, either." Clearly, these were things she had wanted to get off her chest for a while now, as she just kept on quickly. "I took time out of my night for you, and now you've stupidly taken up the last month of my life, having me stress over a thousand different reasons of why you couldn't even bother, most of which made me feel like absolute crap about myself."
Neylani had no qualms with telling someone how she felt, when they wronged her. When things didn't go according to her plan, the woman couldn't let it go until she smoothed matters in another way she deemed suitable. "So-- it doesn't matter your reasons behind it, Mr. Boudreaux," the woman said then, squaring her shoulders as she considered him. "All I'd like is a simple sorry, and then I'll be out of your hair about the matter entirely." Neylani's hands came to settle on her hips, looking for all the world like she was seconds away from tapping her foot from the impatience. She was a wolf, after all. Hot tempered, at times, when the right thing riled her up. But she was more annoyed, not angry. Disrespected! Her pride was hurt. It needed an apology to soothe itself. If the situations had been reversed, she would have apologized to him a long time ago because she was considerate of others and their feelings.
Micah stepped out from behind the bar and crossed the room to stand in front of Ney. He pushed a hand through his hair slightly, ruffling his hair. "I saw some of it, on the drive in. But haven't had a chance to have a full look around." Micah said softly, forcing another smile as he dropped his arm and let it hang uselessly at his side. This was awkward, he knew this was awkward. He also knew it was his fault. But Micah had never been in this position before. Okay, well that was a lie. but he tended to ignore it until the problem went away. But being in a small town, you tend to run into your mistakes at every turn.
"Don't worry about it, I can fix it myself." Micah said as he nodded towards the door. "It won't take much, isn't worth the paper work." Micah said as his eyes back onto the Sheriff. "I'm also happy to help out, with any of the repairs that need to be done around town. I'm pretty handy with a hammer." Micah said with a small laugh before he let out a breath. "I also went through the security cameras and your Deputy seemed to do a pretty good job looking after some of the town folks."
Micah rolled his shoulders back slightly, before he shifted back on his feet. Nerves starting to show. But he knew sooner or later he would have to say something. "So uh...." Micah started before he cut himself off and swallowed thickly. "I've been meaning to reach out too you and you know, explain myself about what happened that night." Micah said as he dropped his eyes down slightly, taking another breath before he looked back to Ney. "I just....usually I don't do this." Micah said as he sighed softly, as he gestured between them.
#micah & neylani#;; life is a maze and love is a riddle i'm so scared but i don't show it 🛪#tw cop mention
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GrimmAge!Ruby, sitting at a table in the corner of the bustling tavern, her legs pulled up to her chest with her face buried into her knees: P-Please, leave me alone.
GrimmAge!Woman, shifting back and forth over Ruby's shoulders, gripping down onto them: But why? But why, Darling Rose? What's wrong? Don't you wish to relax? To enjoy yourself with all the others? You're here hiding all on your lonesome, enjoying the festivities would be so much more fun!
GrimmAge!Ruby, shifting further into her shell: You...do not look right...there is something terribly wrong with you, and this place. I want to leave.
GrimmAge!Woman, her voice coming out as more of a hiss than anything else: But WHY?! This place is so wonderful! Every single thing you could ever want! Food! Drink! Flesh! What more do you pathetic creatures desire! I demand you tell-
GrimmAge!Cinder, suddenly appearing with blazing eyes, smashing the woman away from Ruby and pinning her against a wall, screaming with flames flickering out from her mouth: WHO ARE YOU TO DARE TOUCH HER?! YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY ROSE OR I WILL BURN YOU TO ASH.
GrimmAge!Woman, despite having been slammed so hard into the wall she's in more of a crater than anything else, a grin on her face: Oh, don't be stupid. You can't provide for her the way we can, and deep down, you know that. Don't you, Cinder? That you can't protect her from everything like you think you can.
GrimmAge!Cinder, her eyes flaring up even more, spinning her head towards Ruby: Did she hurt you? Did you say anything to her?
GrimmAge!Cinder, turning her attention back to the woman: How do you know my NAME!?
GrimmAge!Ruby, lifting her head from her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks: I-I said only to leave me alone, I never mentioned you by name. There is something wrong with the people here, I...I can see it, they ripple like reflections in water. It...is wrong. Something is wrong.
GrimmAge!Cinder, turning her head, surveying the large crowd of tavern goers, who have stopped their revelry and are simply staring at Cinder in complete silence: ...yes...yes, I see it now.
GrimmAge!Cinder, her hand gripping the woman's throat quickly breaks out in flames, which spread to the woman who lets out a blood curdling scream as she burns alive: How could I have been so blind...
~~~
GrimmAge!Weiss, sitting in a booth besides Yang, a beer in her hand, speaking with a smile: Yang, may I say something?
GrimmAge!Yang, also with a beer in her hand, turning her attention to Weiss: Hmm? Yes, yes of course.
GrimmAge!Weiss, taking a sip of the beer: Seeing all these people here...everyone having fun. Dancing, drinking, feasting. It just sort of reminds me of the balls my family would have back home.
GrimmAge!Yang, nodding her head in response, but remaining silent: ...
GrimmAge!Weiss, side-eyeing Yang, bringing the tankard to her lips but speaks rather than taking a sip: Do you remember...the promise you made to me, that, umm...aha...first night we laid together?
GrimmAge!Yang, bringing a finger to her cheek and scratches it, giving off a nervous laugh as she raises the tankard with her other hand, sloshing around the beer inside: I-Uhh, you're gonna have to remind me...s-sorry.
GrimmAge!Weiss, sighs, but gives off a smile nonetheless: You fool...about how we would one day return to my home, all the way back in Atlas, and we would attend one of those balls. Together. With you at my side.
GrimmAge!Yang, nodding, smiling bright: Well of course, I wouldn't dream of breaking a promise I made to you. Especially one like that, my darling.
GrimmAge!Weiss, giving off a content sigh, lowering her tankard from her lips and rests her head on Yang's shoulder: Oh, Yang...I should've known this moment was too good to be true. I knew the second you called me anything that wasn't my name.
GrimmAge!Yang, tilting her head: I...don't understand?
GrimmAge!Weiss, quickly splashing her tankard all over Yang's face, the beer instantly freezing, sliding her way out of the booth as Yang's arms flail helplessly against the magical ice, glaring down with contempt: The "promise" confirmed it. But by the Gods, if you're going to do something like this, at least learn everyone's names first.
GrimmAge!Weiss, looking over her shoulder to the tavern floor, the dozens and dozens of once cheerfully celebratory patrons now glaring at her with empty eyes, a large glyph forming beside her: Now then, I suppose it's time for me to find the others. The real Yang, so I can kick her ass.
~~~
GrimmAge!May, standing in the private room with the man she met at the bar, casually pulling an arrow from her quiver: ...
GrimmAge!Man, raising an eyebrow: And what's that for?
GrimmAge!May, grinding the tip of the arrow against her pointer finger, drawing the tiniest bit of blood: Y'know. Big groups entering all at the same time...those aren't good for your line of business, are they?
GrimmAge!Man, breaking from his confused stare with an equally confused laugh: O-Oh no, n-no no. I don't run this inn personally, if that's what you're implying. But uhh, I think big groups are important for them, no? More drinks being sold and whatnot.
GrimmAge!May, taking a few steps towards the man, arrow still in hand, laughing a little: Ahhh, hah. Except...the drinks I got at the bar, three to be exact. All free. No charge. Of course, they were shit beer, and quite frankly I should've been paid to drink it. But still, free.
GrimmAge!May, cutting the man off before he can speak by placing the arrowhead against his lips: Ah ah ah, before you come up with some shit excuse. Let me tell you, the beer lacking cost was just icing on the cake. What I mean when I say the big groups, like ours was, being bad for your business is that you're bound to have people with different...tastes.
GrimmAge!Man, clearing his throat, awkwardly: Well, we accommodate for all here, so I-
GrimmAge!May, nodding, a mockingly impressed look on her face: Oh, you most certainly do. Enough so that when those two folks grabbed Yang from the entrance, Princess Bitch saw two women, I saw two men. Really fascinating how that could be possible, that is, unless there was some sort of illusion. So now, you've got me wondering, you've got me wondering-
GrimmAge!May, jabbing the arrow into the stomach of the man, brutally shifting it up and under his ribcage, pushing it further and further until he starts choking up blood: Just what the bloody fuck this whole place really is.
~~~
GrimmAge!Yang, sitting in a bathtub, relaxing with closed eyes and a big smile, a littered mess of empty tankards at one side of the room, her arm being washed by the woman that took her from the entrance, the man kneeling behind the bath massaging her shoulders: Ahh, this is the life. A shame it won't last.
GrimmAge!Woman, with a sense of longing to her voice: Ooooh, My Lady...Yang, don't say that. You needn't leave.
GrimmAge!Yang, opening a single eye, her voice deadpan: So...finally learned my name then? Hmph...I must have...mentioned it. Say, you're lovely company. But umm...I can't do this.
GrimmAge!Woman, speaking with a frown: Are you certain? We love having you here, we'd be happy to wait on you day-in and day-out.
GrimmAge!Man, speaking in a whisper: You can stay here forever...
GrimmAge!Yang, sighs, sitting upright, taking herself out of the pair's grasp: Yeah umm...I-I get that. Just. I need to talk to my companions. The both of them. Y'know? The white haired one, and the one with the bow. They both look really bitchy in their own unique ways?
GrimmAge!Woman, standing up from her spot besides the bath, ushering the man to join her: Of course, we understand, we'll go get them for you.
GrimmAge!Yang, watching the pair of them leave, a smile on her face as they get to the door, waving them out: It's been a pleasure, perhaps I'll see you both later tonight?
GrimmAge!Yang, joining the pair in a quick laugh as they leave, her face dropping to an emotionless slate once the door latches, whispering to herself as she raises a leg out of the bath: ...this...isn't water. I bet that shit wasn't beer either. Just what in the Gods' names is this place.
GrimmAge!Yang, lowering her leg back to the water as the door opens again, Weiss and May stepping in, the pair silently making their way to the tub, kneeling each on a side: ...it's good to see you both. I've...missed you...It's, uhm, been a while since I've enjoyed a bath with the pair of you, and since I'm in one now...I just thought, you know.
GrimmAge!Weiss, reaching into the tub and pulling up Yang's arm, caressing it until she interlocks her hand with Yangs, giving the back of Yang's hand a kiss: I was beginning to get jealous, to be completely honest with you. Worried that I'd be replaced.
GrimmAge!May, mimicking Weiss's movements with Yang's other hand, a gentle smile on her face: I wasn't worried in the slightest. I knew you'd not be able to resist your favorites.
GrimmAge!Yang, sliding her hands around her companions, her left to the back of Weiss's head, gently stroking her hair, and her right to May's neck, softly rubbing her thumb along her skin: Well, I'm sorry, Weiss, that you felt that. And I'm glad, May, you helped her anxiety. But unfortunately, there is something I'm going to need to say, and do.
GrimmAge!Weiss, leaning closer and closer to Yang in the tub, her voice practically a moan: Anything~
GrimmAge!May, her eyes resting hungrily on Yang's face, her tongue just slightly wetting her own lips: Anything at all.
GrimmAge!Yang, taking a deep breath, speaking calmly with closed eyes: Weiss...isn't nearly this submissive, especially around me after I do something as stupid as lead us all into some shithole like this. And May? Heh. You really fucked up there.
GrimmAge!Yang, an aura of golden light exploding around her as her hands tighten their grips, pulling hard on Weiss's head and pushing her face under the water, winning easily against the struggling body, her other hand immediately breaking through the skin of May's throat as she crushes it, glaring directly at the bloody mess: May likes men. And I'm going to burn this fucking nightmare to the ground.
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Okay, and please, don't feel pressured to write this if you got many other prompts (which i'm sure you did :D) But what about some X-Men? I was thinking something short and sweet between reader and Erik? If this fits with your other stories, ofc, something like this: reader thinks Erik is being overprotective and goes against his orders and Erik, of course, handles the situation accordingly. I'm pretty sure he is all softy under that act of his :D Tell me if ya need more details!
NOTE: I did change this up a bit, but I hope you don’t mind!
(Set during that scene in First Class).
In all honesty, you’d been the first to notice Erik, Charles and Moira returning, and the moment you’d locked eyes with the former you’d stopped short, almost crashing into the others from where they were still dancing on top of the table. Your blood ran cold and your eyes filled with a strange fear. Darwin thrust his arms up in slight confusion and irritation as he bumped into you. “Hey, Metallica, why’ve you-”
“What are you doing?”
Everyone followed your lead in stopping after that, prompted by Moira Mactaggart’s voice ringing out through the broken glass window. She looked positively exasperated as she threw her arms out and turned towards the headless statue. “Who broke the statue?”
You swallowed and looked away from Erik, who had since crossed his arms and fixed you with a steady yet indecipherable gaze.
“It was Alex,” Hank told her.
“No.” Raven stepped behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders. “Havok. We have to call him Havok. That’s his name now. And we were thinking, you should be Professor X-” She pointed at Charles before moving her finger across to Erik- “and you should be Magneto.”
There was a moment of silence before Erik rose both eyebrows, glanced at Charles with a look that clearly read ‘I told you so’ and, in all his sarcastic glory… “Exceptional.”
And, with that, he turned to leave. “Y/N.” He called your name as a clear indication for you to follow after a mere two seconds of you watching him, and with one final glance at the rest of the kids behind you, you stepped down from the table and jogged after him, all the while worryingly biting at your lip.
You were sharing a room with Erik, which neither of you minded. You’d always shared rooms. You’d never really had the chance not to. Constantly moving around… never staying in one place for too long… and even if you ever had had a safe place in the sixteen years you’d been alive, Erik never once let you stray too far from him. So, really, it was a wonder he’d managed to leave you alone just now while he was with Moira and Charles.
He walked into it first, leaving you to shut the door, and immediately spoke up. “I see you’ve made some new friends,” he said. His back was turned as he opened his case on the large bed and reached to take out one of his turtleneck jumpers to change into.
You swallowed thickly from where you were stood about four feet away from him, arms nervously crossed over your chest. “I’m sorry, Erik.” Why not just get it over with?
Erik paused and turned around to face you, a dark eyebrow raised. “For making friends?”
“For… for disappointing you,” you told him. “For acting immature.”
It was silent for a moment before one corner of his lips turned upwards a fraction and he put the jumper down on the bed before sitting next to it. “Liebling.” The affectionate term cleansed all your worries immediately, and you looked up at your brother to find him gazing at you. “I’m sorry I gave you that impression. Come here.”
You did, walking over to him and perching yourself next to him on the bed. He turned a little to face you, lifting a hand to cup your cheek. “You didn’t disappoint me, neither do I believe you were acting immature. Quite frankly, I felt happy to see you happy, if only for a short moment.” He smiled a little, and you mirrored it. You’d felt happy, too. Admittedly not at first, but that was only because of the nagging worry at the back of your head that Erik wouldn’t approve. Which was foolish, really, because when had he become the big brother who refused to let his sister have fun? The others were a different matter entirely. You knew Erik thought of them as irresponsible nuisances who wouldn’t take the job seriously, and in all honesty, as much as you enjoyed their company, you couldn’t find much fault in that belief.
Erik’s free hand came up to your other cheek. “Those children are not ready for what they were brought in to do,” he said quietly, and you listened, “but I know you are.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “So don’t think I’m disappointed in you. I rarely am and you know that. Once this is over, I’ll throw us our own party.”
You breathed a laugh at that, taking hold of both your brother’s hands once he’d lowered them. “Okay.” A moment passed. “Why were you giving me a weird look?”
He shrugged. “For show. Charles was obviously not happy with what he saw, so I decided to get you out before he chose to reprimand you.”
“You think he’d do that?”
“He clearly likes you... but perhaps not. He would know it’s not his place. Though I can’t say the same for this Moira.”
You shook your head with a laugh and he grinned. “What name has been decided for you, then, hm?”
You looked at him and rolled your eyes. “Metallica.” It wasn’t all bad, you supposed… you could control metal like Erik, after all, though not as well. Never as well.
Erik rose an eyebrow. “Wonderful. I hope you didn’t make it up.”
“Raven did. And what about you?” you asked. “Do you like Magneto?”
He smiled before standing to his feet. “I can live with it.”
X-Men Masterpost
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