#and that speaks so much about their power dynamics

[formulafanfics13]

loved ‘just sit on his lap’ would you please make another with Lando x reader x Carlos. Reader is with one of them and they went to pick up the other or myb helping them moving and reader has to sit on her bfs best friends lap in the back sit. The road is bumpyyy. So they practically dry hump all the way. Thn the bf confronts them and they all Fuck nasty 💦

Not Enough Room - CS55 & LN4 🔥

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Summary: A cramped moving-day car ride turns into a threesome in the backseat when Carlos gets hard under you and Lando pulls over, too jealous to let it slide. The result? You get fucked and worshipped by both of them — one possessive, one hungry — until you can’t move.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, threesome (mfm), public sex, car sex, slight voyeurism and jealousy kink, possessiveness, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, light power dynamics, rough sex, multiple orgasms, cum play, dirty talk, overstimulation.

It was supposed to be a simple day. A favour. A chill Saturday. You and Lando helping Carlos move some final things out of his old apartment into his new place just outside of Monaco. A few boxes. A mattress. No big deal. Except… Carlos packed too much.

And Lando’s car, while flashy as fuck, has terrible space in the back. Which means once the boxes are loaded and the seats pushed down, there’s only one spot left in the back seat. And it’s not even a seat. It’s Carlos. Legs spread. Boxes to his right. A duffel to his left. A backpack jammed somewhere under his feet. Lando looks at you helplessly from the driver’s seat.

“You’ll have to sit on him,” he says, already starting the engine. Carlos smirks.

You blink. “On him?”

“There’s no other room, cariño,” Carlos says with an innocent shrug. “Come on. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

Lando snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

You shoot him a glare, but he’s already pulling away from the curb.So you slide in. Right onto Carlos’s lap.

At first it’s fine. Awkward, but fine. You try to lean slightly forward, bracing yourself on the seat in front of you. Carlos shifts underneath you, trying to make room, trying not to react. But the car is cramped. The engine purrs. And every bump in the road jolts you just rightagainst the denim-covered ridge pressing beneath you.

You tense. Try to readjust. Try to ignore the way Carlos exhales slowly. Lando keeps driving. He’s talking about the next race. Something about logistics. You hear the words, but they’re floating past you like white noise. Because Carlos shifts again. His thighs spread a little wider.

And now your ass is pressed right against him. Hard. Throbbing. “Shit,” Carlos murmurs in your ear. “I’m so sorry.”

You feel his hands twitch against the seat. He’s trying not to touch you. Trying so hard.

You roll your hips, just once, just slightly, and feel him stiffen beneath you.

Lando glances at you in the rearview mirror. You’re flushed. Carlos looks like he’s about to die. “What’s going on back there?” Lando asks.

You try to speak. Carlos groans. Lando pulls the car over.

The tires crunch against gravel as he throws it into park on some deserted road just outside the city. Then he turns in his seat. Slowly. His expression unreadable. “You two having fun?”

Carlos swears in Spanish under his breath. You’re still on his lap, thighs clenched, heat radiating from your core like a goddamn fire.

“Lando-”

“Getting in the back.”

You blink. “I’m already-”

“No. Me.” He opens his door. Slams it behind him. Seconds later, he’s throwing boxes over into the drivers seat and when theres enough foom, he climbs into the backseat beside you, voice low and dark and jealous as fuck. “If you’re gonna fuck my girl with your dick hard in her ass,” he says to Carlos, “you’re not doing it behind my back.”

Your breath catches. Carlos meets Lando’s gaze. No apology. Just heat. “I didn’t mean to-”

“But you liked it,” Lando cuts in. “Didn’t you?”

Carlos nods slowly. Lando looks at you. “And you?”

You’re already writhing. “Please.” That’s all it takes.

Clothes vanish. Carlos slides you onto your back on the middle seat, Lando pressed to your side, kissing your neck, whispering “you like this? Being shared? Letting him see what I do to you?”

Carlos’s hands are on your thighs, spreading you open. His mouth hovers above your cunt. “Can I?” he asks, voice rough.

Lando answers for you. “Make her scream.”

Carlos does. His mouth is filthy. Experienced. Hungry. Lando strokes himself slowly beside you, eyes locked on the way your hips jerk, the way your fingers tangle in Carlos’s hair. He kisses you hard as Carlos makes you come, once, twice, too fast to count, and then pulls away, lips wet, pupils blown. “She’s perfect,” Carlos breathes.

“I know,” Lando groans. Then he flips you over. “Let me show you how I fuck her,” he says to Carlos, voice wild. He slides into you from behind, hand tangled in your hair, eyes locked with Carlos’s as you moan and beg and sob for more. Carlos kisses you through it, slow and possessive, while Lando ruins you from behind.

Then Lando pulls out. “Your turn.”

Carlos doesn’t hesitate. Fucks you slow. Deep. Worships every inch. Lando watches. Jacks himself beside you. Groaning when Carlos makes you come again, whispering “so fucking tight, baby, so fucking good.” And when you’re gasping, wrecked, unable to take more, Lando finishes across your back. Carlos follows, spilling inside you with a growl and a kiss to your throat.

You collapse between them. Lando breathes hard. Carlos strokes your thigh. Silence.

Then “…Still gonna help me unpack?” Carlos asks.

Lando groans. You laugh.

[eternallyordinary]

"The Exception" - Part 3

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Summary: Somewhere behind the curtain, a choice is made… and your fate begins to twist in ways you’ll never see coming.

Warnings: violence, death, kidnapping, power imbalance, possessiveness, manipulation, emotional tension, stalking, implied violence, murder planning, toxic relationship dynamics, yandere

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Him

“She might be safer in the game, than she’ll ever be with you.”

The words echo now, low and steady, like the tick of a timer that only he can hear.

Safer in the game.

The audacity.

As if leaving you with these fucking losers is the merciful option.

Pathetic, drooling degenerates playing at desperation. Fighting each other like animals for a second chance they’ll only waste again. Scraping the floor for crumbs of hope they don’t deserve.

You don’t belong with them.

The thought of you sleeping next to those sniveling cowards in shared bunks, eating their slop, getting shoved in lines and stared at like you're just another body—it makes his jaw clench.

But he’s not stupid.

He knows himself too well.

He knows what’s lurking behind the sudden urge to “save” you. Knows that it’s not pure.

No, this rescue is not about pity. Don’t mistake it for that.

The moment he saw you on that screen—beautiful in that raw, wounded way—he stopped being a spectator.

You became his problem. His fascination.

His possession.

Deep down, he knows pulling you out of the game won’t be a second chance at life. It’ll be a different kind of prison.

One with quiet walls, soft sheets, and his eyes on you.

Always.

But you’ll be safer with him.

Someplace quiet. Hidden.

A home, maybe. Remote. Untraceable. With thick curtains and a lock only he knows the code to. A kitchen with tea always ready. A bed with your favorite sheets—once he figures out what you like. He will, eventually.

He pays attention. Always has.

You’ll wake up and he’ll be there, waiting. Watching. Loving you in silence before you ever speak a word.

You'll be much happier than whatever life you had before. He can already tell.

He sees the way your eyes scan the corners of the room, like you’re waiting for something to go wrong. The way you freeze when someone looks at you. The way your body curls inward, instinctively, like it’s trying to disappear.

That’s not just fear. That’s history.

That’s someone who’s been through things they don’t talk about. Someone who’s learned not to expect kindness.

But with him, there will be no more disappointments. No more people walking away. No more being ignored or forgotten or used.

Fuck, he's going to worship you.

He’ll bring you gifts. Soft clothes. Expensive jewelry. Flowers he grows just for you.

He’ll give you everything, as long as you're a good girl.

You won't need to work. Hell, you won't even need to think.

You’ll only need to smile, let him hold you. Say thank you when he brings you dinner and ask for more when he makes you cum.

It’s not a prison. It’s safety.

It’s love.

And sure, maybe you’ll cry at first. Maybe you’ll fight. That’s normal.

He’s patient. He understands trauma.

He’ll wait.

He’ll be so gentle when you finally give in. He’ll wipe your tears and say, “See? Isn’t this better, baby?”

He'll do anything for you.

Anything.

Even if it means breaking you to do it.

And while he'll feed you, clothe you, protect you...

He’ll also keep you. Not because you asked. But because he wants to.

And maybe that’s what the Front Man meant. That his kind of hurt is slower. Cleaner. Wrapped in obsession in the illusion of care, a silk rope around your throat slowly draining the life out of you.

He breathes out.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Safer in the game.

Maybe it’s true.

But it doesn't matter anymore. There are no other options.

He’s not going to watch you get passed around like some toy for deranged amusement.

If you’re going to be anyone’s toy…

You’re going to be his.

Handled gently, or broken completely.

He's not sure which one yet.

✧˚⋆

The Front Man lifts his walkie, slow and casual, like he's adjusting his glove.

Then, with a voice meant only for the inner circle, he speaks:

"Shut the feeds down. Say there’s a signal issue."

Your protector watches from the back of the room, jaw tense, knuckles white where they curl behind his back. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t speak.

He’s focusing on the one who brought you here.

The one who threw you into the game like you were nothing but a joke, grinning through his mask like it’s all so funny. He strolls to the side lounge like nothing’s happened. Still laughing. Still loose in his movements, like he’s not even slightly worried about what he’s done.

Not noticing the way eyes follow as he pours himself another drink.

The ice clinks.

Laughter behind him grows louder.

This man has signed his own death warrant, and he doesn’t even know it yet.

The Recruiter follows him into the lounge in silence. No footsteps, no warning. A quiet shadow with death under his skin. He clicks the door shut behind them like a trigger being pulled.

The VIP hums to himself as he uncorks the bottle, still smirking — until the silence settles.

The Recruiter stands motionless by the door, back straight, hands behind him like a soldier. His eyes gleam, calm and glassy, but the air around him is vibrating with something hotter. Darker. Rage, buried so deep it’s nearly surgical.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t raise his voice. Instead, he lifts his tablet. One flick. He turns the screen around.

A video begins to play.

Sunlight. A quiet kitchen.

A woman — elegant, gentle, unaware — humming as she brushes the long, honey-blonde hair of a little girl seated on a stool.

The child giggles. The mother smiles.

Suburbia. Safety.

What fragile little lies.

“Does she know what you do in your free time?”

The man doesn’t respond. He’s not laughing anymore.

His eyes flick to the tablet. Back to the door. He starts to speak, but nothing comes out.

The Recruiter takes a step forward. One step only. No need to rush.

“You have two options,” he says, voice smooth as glass. “You either kill yourself.”

A pause.

“Or I kill them.”

The words aren’t shouted, they’re not dramatic. They’re simply final.

The VIP stares like he’s looking at something not human. There’s a silence in the room now that feels like the moment before a wire snaps.

It's not fear. It's inevitability.

This isn’t a negotiation. It’s a promise.

The man breathes like a cornered animal. Shallow. Panicked. His fingers twitch against the edge of the bar, searching for something — an excuse, an escape, anything.

His eyes flick to the screen one last time.

The little girl leans into her mother’s chest, laughing.

Then—

"Not me! Them-" he chokes out. "Just don't let them suffer. Please!"

A whisper. Weak. Almost like he’s asking for permission.

Not defiant. Not brave. Just pathetic.

The Recruiter doesn’t blink. He stares at the man for a long moment, silent. Then, finally—he tilts his head, like a teacher disappointed in a slow student.

“Wrong choice.”

The VIP’s lips part in confusion. “Wait—wait, no, I meant—”

One shot.

Close range.

Muffled. Precise.

The sound barely echoes in the velvet-lined lounge, but the impact is thunderous. Blood splatters across the crystal decanters. It paints the bar in a spray of red and ruin. The man’s body crumples to the floor, still twitching.

The Recruiter exhales, steady and calm. He sets the gun down beside the corpse, neatly. He reaches for the man’s silk robe — now soaked with the consequences of cowardice — and wipes his hands clean.

First the palms, then the fingertips. Meticulous. Like this is just another part of the job.

He checks his cuffs. Straightens his jacket.

And leaves.

Let the cleanup crew handle it.

Let the Front Man rage.

Let the VIPs whisper.

Let the consequences come.

Fuck it.

Fuck them all.

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PART 4

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[vi-gilante-1010]

"Oh, you think having a wealth gap makes a couple inherently toxic? Sounds like YOU'RE the classist!"

That's a sentiment I see Caitvi superfans use a lot. It dulls down the discussion surrounding what makes Caitvi so unhealthy by the time the show's reached its end. But that's not where the criticism inherently comes from, so I kinda wanted to make a post about it to untangle the webs of what I believe makes Caitvi's "happy" ending ring hollow from a narrative standpoint, as well as why so many in the critical tags see it to be upholding an unhealthy power dynamic rooted in classism.

Arc 1: The Buildup

(I'm not gonna harp on the whole Grey thing, because while we could argue all day about the political and ethical implications of Caitlyn weaponizing the Grey, it's ultimately not directly important to talking about the relationship between Caitlyn and Vi.)

Vi helped Caitlyn gas the factories and streets without arguing. While she was uncomfortable doing so, as we can see from the visuals we get off her throughout their hunting for Jinx in arc 1, she can't bring herself to argue. This opens by speaking on a level of discomfort Vi has with voicing issues she has with Caitlyn's behavior, and honest communication of boundaries is a core component of a healthy relationship. But, at this point in time, she believes that the ends justify the means, and believes Caitlyn's goal to kill Jinx is necessary.

Later, when they actually find Jinx, Vi realizes that she was wrong. Jinx is still Powder, just very, very broken, and that she's someone who matters. And not just to her. So she blocks Caitlyn's shot. She blocks her because Isha is far too close for it to be a safe shot. And while Caitlyn is a skilled marksman, there is a child blocking the shot now, a child that invokes memories of Powder. Though Caitlyn doesn't want to hurt Isha, there's much too high of a chance of her getting caught in the crossfire, and Isha is the agent for Jinx's potential redemption, something that Vi is able to see in that moment.

Caitlyn's response to her girlfriend not letting her take the shot is to call her blood tainted and hit her in a healing wound. When she looks back, there's not regret on her face, but resolution. Vi has failed her. So she doesn't say anything, because like Caitlyn knows, actions speak louder than words, and she walks away and leaves her crying. The way her eyebrows furrow and her eyes slightly squint, the position of her standing above Vi and looking down at her, and the gritting of her jaw all convey determination. Resolve. As far as she's concerned, she's entirely justified in what she said and did, or at the most generous, is lying to herself.

This is, quite frankly, not a healthy response to failure in any way, shape, or form. And while being angry is understandable, calling your partner's blood inherently dirty for her family ties and attacking her is absolutely unacceptable. Calling it a "one-time" thing implies that if abuse happens once, then it wasn't real abuse. But that is abusive behavior, and worse than that, it's a response that Vi believes is her fault.

Arc 2: The Damage

Arc 2 shows us how both Caitlyn and Vi have changed over the span of several months, and that both of them are unhappy in their respective positions. However, the positions in question are wildly different, and speak on how they respond to grief, pain, and perceived betrayal.

Whenever we see Caitlyn, we see her attempting to control every aspect of her position to the best of her ability. She's accepted her role to lead Zaun into an enforced martial law, and is given imagery that intentionally invokes the idea of a dictator. Those that protest her, the Jinxers, her enemies that revere her most hated foe, are given shots and an MV that calls as many parallels and references to the real-world BLM movement and the riot gear the police use. All of this calls attention to the audience that Caitlyn has become the worst kind of enforcer. And while Ambessa was whispering into her ear, she still made the conscious choice to order these things.

She listened to Ambessa because Ambessa catered to what an angry and vengeful Caitlyn wanted, which was to be justified in the situation. Caitlyn has gone from a naive fresh-faced enforcer that believed she was doing good, to a would-be dictator that can go above even the Council that takes a young cadet to bed in an effort to fill the void. And while this might not be the direction a lot of people wanted to see from her character, it makes sense. Caitlyn's greatest struggle growing up was being babied due to her status. She felt as though no one would ever take her seriously and was pushed by the need to prove herself and enact a change. It's a tale as old as time, characteristic of a young, wealthy, fresh-faced adult who initially goes in with dreams to make positive change, only for any tragedy to befall them. She leans heavy and hard on the ideals, the status, and the resources she gets from said background and uses them in her attempt to feel in control of her life. It's complex, human, but devastating to anyone who stands in her path to control.

Vi has done the opposite. Due to her extensive trauma from growing up in a dangerous neighborhood and 7 years falsely imprisoned and abused by her jailers, Vi processes her negative feelings through action, and in an effort to stay afloat in Zaun, becomes an underground pit fighter. While we only get an MV of this time, we can see just how much worse her mental health has become, with her pushing herself to her physical limits constantly, living in a dingy apartment, and diving headfirst into an alcoholic lifestyle. When Jinx does show up, despite having saved her at the end of arc 1, she's decidedly unhappy seeing her, because Caitlyn's outburst has made her feel like she was the one in the wrong that day. But she wasn't.

The TLDR here is that when Caitlyn feels betrayed, she lashes out physically and tries to take total control. When she's wronged, she hurts others. But when Vi feels betrayed and hurt, she takes it out on herself, destroying herself from guilt and pushing people away. When she's wronged, she hurts herself. The ways they both lash out are a recipe for what can quickly become a very, very toxic relationship, because regardless of who's right or wrong when the couple argues, or if a tragedy strikes the both of them, it is the same character who'll consistently receive the consequences.

That doesn't make them inherently unable to have a healthy relationship. But in order for it to be healthy and stable, both characters have to be willing to put active work into the relationship and themselves to get there. We've already seen once that they aren't able to do that when push comes to shove, but that was in the immediate aftermath of a great tragedy.

When they meet again at the end of arc 2, they form a shaky re-alliance to try and stop Ambessa. But the underlying context of why this happens isn't fantastic, at least not for Caitlyn. Vi is still angry, but she's also someone who's willing to forgive. She's dealt with loss since childhood- her parents, her brothers, her adoptive father and sister, and then Caitlyn. She's just gotten her father and sister back, and did so because she accepted that their being changed didn't mean they were different people. She's extending that same possibility to Caitlyn.

Caitlyn, on the other hand, has become increasingly more frustrated because she's realized that she was manipulated by Ambessa- IE, she wasn't in control. Even after her pain, and her abandonment of Vi, she was still manipulated. Now Vi was next to her again, and Caitlyn does still want her. She likes Vi's fire, her sexiness, her toughness, and her loyalty. Even when burned, Vi is always open to giving another chance. She did so with Jinx. She will do so with her. And that means Caitlyn can't lose her.

Arc 3: Happy Couple =/= Healthy Couple

When Vi and Caitlyn are together again in Piltover, Vi argues to free Jinx. Caitlyn won't do it, and when Vi won't listen to why she believes that's a bad idea, she lashes out both verbally and physically. Again. She throws the boat in her hand out towards Vi. It's a kneejerk reaction, yes, and it doesn't do any physical damage. But the fact of the matter is that when she was angry, Caitlyn's instinct was to lash out at Vi, because Vi was calling her out for half a year of being complicit in systemic violence. This immediately makes it clear that what Caitlyn did to Vi with her rifle in Act 1 cannot be referred to as a "one-time thing", that she was too full of grief for her mother to think clearly, that she was never violent again. She was. This, too, is violence.

This may not be common knowledge, but abusing the environment around you is a known warning sign of abusers. Slamming doors when angry, breaking things, throwing things, so on and so forth, are all signs of a lack of ability to regulate your emotions, and emerge by taking it out on the environment around you. Caitlyn has now exhibited this behavior as a pattern, and has directed said behavior at the person she loves twice. This is wrong, this is a pattern, and perhaps most importantly, this is not called out as such.

Caitlyn and Vi both feel as though they're drifting. We know that Vi just wants stability from the people she loves, and wants those people to stay what she believes them to be. She's extended forgiveness to Jinx out of faith. She's now done so for Caitlyn, but Caitlyn is pushing her away again. Caitlyn, meanwhile, wants control. She needs to have people in her life that trust her to do what she believes is right, regardless of whether or not she actually is. So she confronts Jinx, the person most important to Vi, the person that's consistently at the crux of their arguments. And she tries to convince herself that they are equals. She committed crimes for power, but so did Jinx, so that gives her some justification. But she's wrong, as she learns, because Jinx doesn't try to justify herself. She owns her wrongs, and doesn't want forgiveness for them. At every step of her and Vi's reconciliation, Jinx was acting for Vi's sake. Caitlyn is not. And now Jinx believes that acting in Vi's sake is to go away.

The sex scene is the culmination of Caitvi's relationship, and is extremely effective at demonstrating exactly how Caitlyn is the one in control and how Vi has been broken. And astoundingly, it seems to do so by complete accident. When Vi is trying to let out her feelings and be vulnerable, expressing how her worst fears for Jinx running and leaving her again have come to pass, Caitlyn flirts.

"Did you really think I needed all the guards at the hexgates? Sorry to say; you've grown a bit predictable."

Caitlyn doesn't try to empathize, or listen, or actually be any kind of emotional support for Vi. Her voice drops lower, she leans in a bit, and she almost brags about being the reason why Vi was able to free Jinx in the first place. 'Wow, look at me, I used my position at the top of the enforcers to move the guards for you. Isn't that sexy? Your freeing Jinx was because I let you.' But for Vi, someone desperate and abandoned and alone, it just reads as- 'I helped you. That means you're not alone.'

Then they fuck in the cell Caitlyn has command over, in the building Vi was forcefully held in for seven years. And worse, it's Vi who's pleasuring Caitlyn throughout. Vi, a former prisoner, pleasures the jailer inside the cell she commands. Supposedly, this is meant to be framed as Vi 'reclaiming her trauma', and I don't doubt that that was the intention, judging by the choice of music and Caitvi's final scene, but that isn't how it appears, even if Caitlyn herself wasn't the one jailing Vi specifically.

Now, there is nuance to be had here. While decidedly not a good partner, Caitlyn does still have genuine love for Vi. She makes a point to interrupt and tell her about Maddie first, and even shows visible regret at having attacked Vi with the gun in the past. These were both things she did to push Vi away and try to force her out of her life, and while they were both choices she made, they're choices that, months later, she's come to regret.

And that's realistic, because abusing someone doesn't mean you don't love them. Abusers are entirely capable of feeling love for their victims, and can sometimes even delude themselves into believing that their abuse is what's best for said victims, so that they'll stay together. That's something that's easy to forget, but it's true. Abusers aren't one dimensional, but that doesn't absolve them of their actions.

After all is said and done, we see Caitlyn examining the ventilation system once more, and finding the route by which Jinx could have lived. She smiles to herself, and then she keeps it to herself. Vi, who was absolutely devastated at the supposed sacrifice of her sister and father again in one fell swoop, who's already lost so many people, who never stops fighting for the people she loves if there's a chance they're out there, is kept in the dark. Caitlyn knows her girlfriend. If Vi catches wind of Jinx even just potentially being alive, she will go after her. Because her sister will always come first. Caitlyn knows that. And she doesn't say anything.

You can argue that this is Caitlyn respecting Jinx's wish to disappear. You can argue that this is Caitlyn giving up on revenge, and, well, it is. But it's more than just that. This is her allowing Jinx to kill herself. This is her allowing Vi's only other connection to fade into obscurity. And this is Caitlyn keeping Vi to herself. When she asks Vi what song she's humming, Vi shrugs it off as unimportant, even though that song is the one Powder sang when they searched for their parents all that time ago. She's singing her sister away to their family, and doesn't give this context to Caitlyn because it'll mean nothing to her. Even now, Vi's accepted that Jinx and Caitlyn would never be able to both be in her life. But she doesn't have to choose if Jinx is dead. If Caitlyn was solely letting it go to let go of revenge, she could have left the map for Vi to see on her own, let her go to find her sister the way she let her free Jinx.

This is the power dynamic. This is where the classism seeps in. Caitlyn has resources and power and control. Caitlyn can control the flow of information. Caitlyn has the power. Vi, meanwhile, has nothing but Caitlyn. She has no connections(her relationship with Ekko is straight up ignored in season 2), no family, no resources of her own. Even when she was on her own, trying to start fresh with literally nothing due to her prison time, she had to resort to underground fighting rings to scrape by. She's in a position of financial need, but Vi is happy anyways, because all that control relinquished to Caitlyn means Vi is stable. She has someone that'll come back to her the same way she comes back to them, and that's what she wanted, for someone to fight as much as she did. Never mind how ugly it gets when the going gets tough. Never mind that part of her torso is still wrapped. She's not alone, and so she's happy. They both are. But they are not healthy, and this conclusion being treated as the light at the end of the tunnel is horrific to anyone who's been in VI's position before.

Conclusion

So, no, your average Caitvi anti saying there's a power dynamic aren't wrong, nor are they making shit up just because they don't like Caitlyn. Not everyone may have the time or energy or words to articulate exactly why, but that doesn't mean it isn't there outright. That said, I can't really blame your average Caitvi enjoyer for being upset at this kind of accusation, and that's mainly because though the show portrays abuse, it takes the stance that if the love is there, it doesn't really matter in the long-term. The divide lies between those who take the show for what it's trying to say, and the people who see the show's biases and call them out.

The choice of music and focus on Caitlyn's perspective across the season as opposed to Vi being shoehorned into montages over and over makes it exceedingly clear that despite all of her crimes and actions, they want Caitlyn to appear sympathetic to the audience, and they want the audience to root for her to get Vi back while not caring about Vi's own stagnation. The show has the two of them happy at the end as part of their grand conclusion intentionally; you're supposed to like that they're together. The show wants you to think that it's a good thing, and a large chunk of the Arcane fandom prefers to take Arcane for what it was trying to be, instead of what it ended up being. And until people can stop harassing each other over what is at the end of the day a sloppily written work of fiction, there'll never really be a constructive conversation about it.

I actually quite like Caitlyn in that I think her fall from grace and corruption arc is really interesting, and I'm never opposed to toxic yuri in an intentional "bad ending." But Arcane and the creators have made it so clear over and over again that that's not what Caitvi was meant to be, so I can't not criticize it, especially not when there are some Caitvi diehards making a point to harass and attack anyone that says otherwise, making fucked up art mocking the George Floyd protests, bullying Ekko's VA out of the fandom, sending anonymous death threats to critical tag users, etc. Obviously I'm aware it's a vocal minority, but it's still happening.

[circledwithaheart]

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tagged by @bekkachaos @elvensorceress @tizniz with some v v intriguing words. thank you loves 💖

i had a really tough time choosing what to share today but finally settled on this snippet. Eddie is having a mental wander while driving through New Mexico on his way to visit a certain Fishboy 🧜‍♂️

November came, and [REDACTED].  Everything felt like it was back in balance again. Sure, [REDACTED] would still need some follow up, but the hard part was over.  He shouldn't have been so confident about that.  The new year passed, Shannon’s winter break from classes was almost over. She took him to her room one Friday night. He waited to see what she needed, though the dynamic had changed since [REDACTED]. There was more love and flirting, more fun.  Shannon invited him to sit on the bed with her and he immediately had the sinking feeling that this was not going to be an ordinary visit. He braced himself, ready to plead his case if she was going to break up with him. Tell him that she didn’t really need him now that [REDACTED]. He couldn’t have been more wrong.  “Congratulations, Dad,” she said, handing him a little white stick with two pink lines, along with paperwork confirming the pregnancy via blood test.  Once again, he found himself without the proper words. His mouth decided to speak anyway. “Marry me.”  Even more surprising, Shannon said yes. And that’s how the last four and a half weeks of his life have become a fucking whirlwind, filled with more to do's and arguments than he thought possible.  The shouting matches with his parents were inevitable. Admittedly, he should have anticipated at least a few with Shannon, however, he seriously underestimated the power of pregnancy hormones.  Another thing he didn’t plan for was those same hormones double crossing him by convincing Shannon to team up with his parents. Apparently him finally making a decision — to provide for his family — like he’s been told to do since he was ten, is a cause worth uniting over.  At least with Shannon the fighting comes with incredible make up sex. Since they got married and moved in together, it’s that much simpler to transition from shouting to ignoring each other to making up and fucking like rabbits. All in all, it could definitely be worse.

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[sth-askverse]

So if Stone fell through the rifts, how long have you been here? It couldn't have been long considering the rifts started not too long ago. Unless, they've actually been going on longer than we think and it's just gotten worse now.

Also how different are the Robotnik's you've been around? Considering one seems to be more open so to speak. And what do you need with Shadow? Is he the key or cause to the rifts?

-🎸anon (Still gonna use this name even though we know who I am now LMAO)

I came here three years ago. The Rifts have been opening and closing for years, decades, even; just in much small numbers. This is the first time so many have all ripped open at the same time, and so noticeably.

As for the Robotniks... Back in my world, the only Robotnik I knew besides the old man was Ivo. Metal and Sage didn't exist, yet- and... and they never will. Their chance at being in that unverse died with Ivo on the ARK. Betrayed by his own blood-

Shadow the Hedgehog is a part of that betrayal. When I realized what he and the Professor were up to, all I could think about was how to get Ivo to realized we had been played for fools- and I failed. Ivo paid the price for that failure.

When I discovered he lived, I made it my mission to see him made to answer for this betrayal, by whatever means necessary. Then, I fell through the Rift. Luckily for me, there's another Shadow here; one guilty of even worse crimes than the rat I knew... One who didn't even need the Professor alive to guide him into stabbing Ivo and myself in the back. Maybe this one didn't let Ivo die the way the one I knew did, but, he still sought to destroy him, all the same. My mission now i the same as it ever was. Capture Shadow the Hedgehog and destroy him in every possible way- make him feel the pain I felt, make him know grief as I knew it. I research the Rifts, but, I want no part in passing through them. I will indulge my Ivo's fantasies about the sort of power sources that lay beyond them, but not so far as to make contact with the teasr in reality. I can't risk falling through again.

This world, this Ivo... I... I feel like he's still my Ivo, if you can understand that. Like they were the same, really, and... they are. Fundamentally. Both geniuses with less than ideal social skills. Both raised to never know their blood family, growing up to crave unending power and domination...

Both have my undying loyalty. Ivo in this world is no softer than he was before, but, it's... different, somehow. He didn't trust me at first; Orbot and Cubot tell me he has been burned before by so called "assistants". His bots warmed to me first, then Sage and Metal... by the time it came to Ivo himself, our dynamic had... shifted. It almost felt like we were equals. It still feels that way. And as much as he grumbles about sentimentality, he's the one who proposed...

I won't fail this time; I have more to lose than ever before, now. If something happens to Ivo again, in this world, it isn't just me who mourns.

Hmph. If only we knew more about tapping into the Rifts... Untold universes of power lie just out of reach. How frustrating.

They've never opened like this before, so many at once. Perhaps now we'll be able to crack them...

It'll hinge on your research.

Which already shows promise. There's been an uptick in activity, the Rifts are discharging large blasts of raw energy over several locations... we only need to create something that can tap these discharges.

A device, then- a machine? Ah, my vengeful desire, leave such things to me...

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[13th-blackbird]

Thank you so much for the rec! Just wanted to throw a few of my faves out too! Everything Love by salvage, NSFW, 7.3kEli had some feelings about wearing Thrawn’s tunic while pretending to be Horatio Figg, arms dealer. Fortunately, Thrawn had some feelings about it too. uniform kink, gorgeous prose, sexy as hell

match point by aes3plex / @kybercrystalhealing​, NSFW, 7.1k“You…yield?” Eli says, half-perplexed, and then Thrawn, impossibly, says “No,” the slightest annoyance in his voice. / Thrawn comes back to the Ascendancy. Things pick up where they left off. sparring, post-canon, power dynamics all over the place, lovely

solitaires by spookykingdomstarlight, NSFW, 6.5k“They think you—that I…” If Thrawn wasn’t directly in his way, he might have paced the room again. Instead, he crossed his arms and refrained as best he could from tapping out a frenetic rhythm against his sides. He only succeeded partially in doing so. One finger couldn’t bring itself to be tamed, tapping away regardless. “They think I’m fucking you for political advantage.” hot, fraught, emotional, perfectly characterized 

Project Compass by DistantStorm / @thedistantstorm​, 66.5k (wip)Thrawn brings Ezra Bridger back to the Ascendancy and finds himself in a role that brings everything full circle. Now the attaché to the only Human Skywalker in the Ascendancy, Thrawn has to adapt to his new role while trying to figure out why his new commanding officer, former aide-de-camp, and long time friend Eli Vanto will not speak to him. long, plotty, post-canon fic with lots of excellent Ascendancy worldbuilding and amazing side characters

Engage (and also be sure to check out ALL of her other works) by anthean / @anthean​Thrawn and Eli are in love, and they have sex about it. For almost 7,000 words.That’s it, that’s the fic. beautifully written smut with lots of feelings

spark me like a wire by anon  On the night of his promotion to commander, Eli takes a few risks. They pay off. insanely hot, kinky; dom!Eli, the fic that gave us all a glove kink

Someone please help! I’m super into thranto and am trying to find some good fics. Please give me recommendations!

[variousqueerthings]

a few things i appreciated about the much ado about nothing with dt and ct:

very much enjoyed that they both exhibit loser-behaviour. that is, there can be a risk in this play of making beatrice too right and benedick just someone who's gotta level up to deserve her, but this one really allowed both of them to be brilliant as well as stupid, which is fun because it makes both of them more complex and equal to one another + I think it's fun for an actress to be a little silly sometimes and this role really allows for it, and especially an actress like catherine tate to be familiarly hilarious, which makes the parts where she's deadly serious hit all the harder

I feel like with the doctor and donna, yes it's text that they're not sexually or romantically attracted to each other and I am so very into that of course, but I'm just so happy to see proof that they could shift their tension a little to the left and be pretty damn sizzling -- this especially because donna was a couple of years older than rose and martha and I sometimes feel like people who read romantic and/or sexual context into things do so because they're reading a conventional early-20s youthful sexiness to the female characters. so just having them go "we can be very very sexy with each other if we so desire" was fun

several people have pointed out david tennant in a skirt vs catherine tate in a suit, and i will do so as well, specifically because that was so veeeery t4t bisexuality of them, and i feel like there was a deliberate choice in the party scene to make the audience think about femininity and masculinity as it pertains to sexuality and power, specifically through the lens of these two characters and their equal status with one another. it means that when we get to the more direct confession at the failed wedding, when beatrice is wearing a plunging blue dress and benedick is in full uniform, that feels directly juxtaposed -- the costuming deserves its whole own analysis really, and i'm sure someone's done that, but specifically those two scenes make my brain go brrr

the way it moved from comedy to drama and back again so effortlessly. the way it placed emphasis on certain words in order to give sentences new meanings. simply the general feeling of very deep, deliberate engagement with the text

catherine tate's boobs. they did those costumes like that on purpose, you cannot convince me otherwise

[dimonds456]

Fanfic is "what if". okay.

An author writing something is not them saying it 100% actually happened in the source material, it's a "what if this happened?"

You understand that, right?

If a person ships a rarepair, that doesn't mean they 100% think they SHOULD be together, only that it could be fun! Or maybe they DO think that, what are you, a cop? Would be cool if they were together. What if?

If a story is OOC, that's okay, it's fanmade. This is a "what if?" scenario.

If they engage with heavy/controversial/abusive stuff, it's not because they think those things are okay, but they ARE asking "what if?" and exploring those topics. How respectful is dependent on the author and story, but it's not an indictment of character.

It doesn't have to be a "what if?" you are asking, but it IS one they are asking, and that's okay. Don't like, don't read. Block and move on. And hey, make your own "what if?" content! We could always use more. It's good for the ecosystem.

It's not that serious, it's a thought experiment.

What if?

[joeku-xiv]

this!!!!! it’s driving me so insane that i can’t stop looking and thinking about the parallelisms between their two worlds and the characters.

how both rogue and myers are two queens with gray morals, which became who they are by getting their hands dirty and solding souls in so big different ways. how myers represents the purity and rightness of the nusa, standing on her big high white throne, but in truth it’s stained with the blood of the faceless people who hold it, the ones who she sold their souls and sacrificed for her interests. while rogue is sit on her black throne in the darkness of the underworld, where she had to sold her own soul to keep surviving unlike all her old companions, and to be able to keep night city a free city and all the powers running it as much stable as she can.

johnny and reed, both at the feet of their queens, of their thrones, of their worlds, the two biggest knights who live too deep inside the half truths of their ideals, who can’t stop their fighting one single second to think or all their world and convinctions will crumble with them. one day i'll make a post rumbling about how they're exactly the same while being the opposite, it's insane that everyone keep comparing v and so mi but never them, it’s sooo intriguing their parallelism.

and in the end here there are v and songbird, exactly where the two worlds collide, the victims of their war but also the best pawns of their game. the two true fighters for freedom that are crushed by them.

wow. i keep staring it and it always looks better

War Queens II

First version here.

Now they have knights and I'm having too much fun.

[formulafanfics13]

Hii! Sorry to bother but can we have Arthur Leclerc with a breeding kink? Maybe he's jealous because reader has been interacting a little too much with another driver?

you look prettier full of me - Arthur Leclerc 🔥

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Summary: After Arthur sees you laughing and touching Lando in the paddock, jealousy brews into a possessive, punishing night. At home, the tension snaps — and Arthur reclaims you with rough, dominant sex laced with jealousy, praise, and talk of breeding. The scene ends with a threat and a promise: flirt again, and he’ll take you in public next time.

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, dominant/rough sex, power dynamics, breeding kink, unprotected sex (discussed/consensual), creampie, public threat, light degradation, praise kink, intense dirty talk, established relationship, emotionally charged confrontation, choking (implied), swearing, sexually explicit content. All acts fully consensual.

It starts in the paddock. You’re laughing at something Lando says. Harmless. Barely a joke. You don’t even mean to touch his arm, but you do. Just a soft brush. Casual. Reflexive. Arthur sees it. He doesn’t say anything right away. Just kisses your cheek when he finds you after FP2. Tells you he missed you. Asks if you're staying with him tonight. You smile. Say, “Of course I am,” and kiss his jaw.

But in the car, he’s quiet. No hand-holding. No small talk. Just tight fingers on the wheel and that jaw clenched like he’s biting back something ugly. By the time you reach the apartment, it’s gone cold.

You ask, “What’s wrong?”

He closes the door behind you. Sets down his keys. Looks at you like he's trying not to snap. Then he speaks. Voice low. Controlled. “What does he give you that I don’t?”

You frown. “Who?”

“Lando.”

You blink. Laugh softly. “Arthur. What are you talking about?”

“You were touching him.”

“I touch everyone.”

“You were laughing like he put his fingers in you mid-sentence.”

You cross your arms. “Are you seriously jealous?”

He steps closer. “Do I look like I’m joking?” And you feel it. That shift. That line crossed in his eyes. “You want to act like that?” he mutters. “Like I don’t own this pretty body? Like I haven’t spent the last year filling you up every night like it's my job?”

Your breath catches. He backs you toward the wall. His voice stays soft, but it carries all the weight in the world. “You want attention. Is that it?”

You lift your chin. “Maybe.”

His mouth is against your ear now. “Then you’ll get it.”

His hand is already between your legs. You gasp as he cups you through your jeans. Firm. Possessive. He growls, “Take them off.”

You hesitate. He tilts his head. “Now.”

You do it without another word. Undress slowly, eyes on his. Shirt. Jeans. Panties. He watches you with a cold, hot stare. Hands flexing. Breath steady. “Bed. On your back.”

You climb up. Spread your thighs. Wait. Arthur follows, undressing as he walks. Shirt first. Then belt. Trousers. No teasing. When he’s down to boxers, you can see how hard he is already. “Do you want to play with other boys?” he asks.

You shake your head.

He pulls your legs wider. “Say it.”

“I want you.”

His eyes flash. “That’s right.”

He leans down. Licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, then sucks. Your hips twitch. “You’re wet already. Just from me being mad.”

You gasp. “Please.”

He groans, “You’ll get it.”

He works you open with his tongue. Long licks. Wet sounds. His hand pins your hips down so you can’t squirm. When he finally pushes two fingers inside, you moan loud and broken. “Fucking soaked,” he mutters. “Maybe I should make you come like this and leave you aching. See how much you beg.”

You whimper. “No. I need you.”

He kisses your thigh. “I know, bébé.”

He stands. Grabs a condom. You whine. He pauses. “You want me bare?”

You nod. “I want you to come inside me.”

His cock twitches. He pushes his boxers off and climbs back over you. Hard. Thick. Already leaking. “I’ll fuck you full,” he whispers. “Until there’s no doubt who you belong to.” He lines up. Pushes in slowly. Inch by inch. You stretch around him, nails digging into his arms.

“Arthur. Oh my god.”

He groans when he bottoms out. Deep and slow. “So tight,” he says. “You’re mine.”

You nod. “Yours.”

He starts to move. Long, deep strokes that make your back arch and your toes curl. His voice is low in your ear. “You want his attention. But you come home to me.”

You can barely speak. “Yes.”

He fucks you harder. His hand slides between your thighs, thumb on your clit. “You want to tease me in public?” he asks. “Then I’ll make you walk into the paddock dripping with my cum.”

You moan. “Arthur, please.”

He slams in. “I’ll fill you up. Again and again. You’ll be leaking me for days.”

Your orgasm builds fast. It grabs you by the throat and throws you off the edge. “I’m coming,” you cry.

“Let go. Let everyone hear.”

You scream his name. He keeps going. Doesn't pull out. Doesn’t slow down. “You look so pretty when you come,” he says. “Now I’m going to fuck a baby into you.” You moan. Loud. Almost desperate. He grabs your thighs and holds you open as he finishes. Deep, hard thrusts. His cock twitches. You feel him spill inside you. Hot and thick. Endless. He stays buried in you, panting into your neck.

Neither of you speak for a moment. Then he pulls out slowly, watching his cum drip from your swollen pussy. He smiles. “You’ll look even prettier pregnant.”

You gasp. Still twitching. He leans in. “And if you flirt with him again,” he whispers, “I’ll do it on the fucking pit wall next time.”

You smile. “Deal.”

[longagoitwastuesday]

Every day I am haunted by the fact JJK could be amazing but it will be just idk Bleach or something

[sadaveniren]

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[marinecorvid]

blorbos from my brain

[iangallagherisadeadman]

i hate the plot of svetlana and her father/husband, but i saw it as an opportunity to reflect upon her character, her little milkovich child, her relationship with fatherhood, mickey and his involvement in yevgenys life.

obs. I'm NOT saying in any way that I believe Mickey has the obligation to raise Yevgeny as he didn't choose to engage in the sexual relation that led to Yev's conception.

svetlana and fatherhood

what was all of that about stevlana and her dad? i finished shameless and i still dont totally get it. was she really married? i believe so cause none of her other marriages were legal. how did that happened? what is her dad like? when she married her russian husband? just everything seemed rushed and i wish he had more info about it.

either way, I remember she said once to mickey that she named their kid after her father and hes like "didnt the bastard fucking sold you as a sex slave for like 300 dollars" (which I think is really nice cause that means she shared with him that information voluntarily) to which she responded something like "yes but still he had some good in him". later she says to kev that she supported her father and all that cause she owned him for taking care of her until she was like idk nine years old and could take care of herself and i remember seeing someone here saying it is probably because in russia is really common for the father to abandon his children so the fact he stuck around means a lot to her.

it all makes me believe that the image of a father is of importance for svetlana. doesn't that means that she would want mickey to be involved in their childrens life then? i mean he was for a while as she forced him to until his boyfriend kidnapped her children and babys father went to jail and then she held back and i understand it i totally do but now that they have all growned up and gallavich is a somewhat resonable couple with somewhat legal jobs and somewhat living an honest life wouldn't she want them in her and more specifically her childrens life again?

svetlana and mickey

noel once said in an interview for s5 that he believes that in some ways Svetlana is perfect for Mickey cause shes strong where hes not and she complements him, and i believe that too. at the beginning every time shes onscreen she looks scared as shit truly frightened but as the episodes go on and they interact more it seems like she can perceive how small and frightened mickey is under all that bad boy facade and she grows upon him and then they get in a fighting-friendly-respect-disrespect relation in which they recognize each other somehow, and than that went sideways after the whole yev kidnap. mickey probably thought he was wrong thinking he could ever play family, that he could ever be any different and be something other than a fucked up in the kids life, that hes not up to being a parent and that theyre better off without him and make them go away; he chooses to take care of ian instead of his family by s5 end when he said svetlana could leave if she wasn't accepting ian coming back to their house after kidnap episode.

fact is svetlana and mickey found themselves in challenging situations simultaneously. svet was an undocumented immigrant who resorted to prostitution as her only means of survival, while mickey grappled with complex issues involving his love life, sexuality, and the pressure to conform to his fathers expectations, leading a life he didnt desire. despite these difficulties they shared the experience of becoming parents at a young age which significantly altered the course of their lives and their relationship. they were both the source of pain and the potential for each other's salvation. their relationship was fraught with difficulties as mickey treated svet poorly, refusing to acknowledge her as his wife despite her longing for the american dream through marriage and family, which she quite fought for at the beginning when she seemed to hope he would eventually love her (she was gentle and submissive and played perfect little wife). instead, he agreed to fulfill a fatherly role, and they supported each other superficially, lacking a deeper connection. for mickey, lana was an instrument to appease his father while simultaneously being a painful remark of everything he wasnt and didnt want to be, all while introducing complications into his relationship with Ian.

even with all the differences they faced, they had a lot in common, as they both were young and trying to survive, living lifes they didnt choose, the whole respect for their piece of shit fathers that they shared, the fact theyre both queer, how they dont trust others and try not to rely on no one and solve things with their hands and they both have bad manners and dirty mouths and take aggressive approaches to solve their problems and are always scheming and find hard to change their nature. they have a lot in common and they got to find that out while living together and fighting each other, trying with effort to shape one another so they would comply to play the role and accommodate to the life each was expecting to build. svetlana made mickey take off the nazi posters he had as is stated in s3 finale and would threaten and blackmail him into doing what she wanted during s4, and he would do his best to fight her by trying to scare her with threats and make her submissive holding her in an inferior place by diminishing her and calling her names in s4 until they grow to a somewhat peaceful relation in s5 even including ian.

them as a throuple happy family worked for a while and i mean i doubt she has anyone even as close as a colleage in her life right now she doesnt trust easily and v and kev are out of scene and she is married to that rich guy etc. so having a friendly relation with mick again seems like doable? desirable even maybe for her? at that time by s5 they were both dealing with illegal jobs and svet was raising her kid barely by herself and mick was using A LOT of drugs like pills and drinking and cocaine and crack i think and still they made it work for a while so only imagine what they could do now that theyre both at their best.

after s11

also, she is married to that rich dude but its a fact that hes not going to live longer and i know my girl is smart svet did her thing secured that bag stole and gained and got what she could but the plot said that the marriage was under the regime of separation of property meaning she isnt going to get any goods after her hushbands death and probably is not going to have contact with her husbands family cause theyre not close so not only she will have freedom but she will be lonely right. until she finds her a wife at least.

I know the importance of family isnt for the milkovichs what it is for the gallaghers and that yev came as result of an abuse relation, but mick didnt seem to take that on the child once he was born and he was taking care of him, he didnt seem to resent him or hate him or see terry and be hurt by it. i mean he does process trauma in such unexpected unexplained ways that i cant really vision how he trully feels about yev, other than how he rejected fatherhood in s4 and his comments with ian in s11 about not believing he can be a good parent, but s5 in the police station theres a lot of "hes a good kid" from the officer and mickey holding and kissing yev only to take care of ian as debbie hold yev on the passager seat in the way home that was made on purpose and i perceive it as he likes yev but hes afraid to break him. idk if there could ever be the same feeling that lip has with fred, of wanting to be a better father for him than he ever had. thats probably not micks thing. but i can see him at some point wanting to know about yev, and who he became, what is he like, and bonding with him, even more so cause hes not bad with kids they would hit it right away. probably a more friendly bond than father son tho. as for ian, there is that deleted scene of him visioning him mick svet and yev as a happy family and even thought he was maniac i think that came from the heart hes good with kids and he wants a family with mick and he lived a nice life with svetlana and he said to fiona he loves yev.

headcanons

there is the fact that svetlana probably never talk about mick and never went to see him anymore onscreen cause mick might probably not be babys dad but i like to think yev really is a milkovich just because they reproduce like fucking rabbits and i think thats really funny. also the beggining of s6 makes it clear he had done jobs from inside jail before so that he could get commissary money and svet could raise yev with her share, so s6e1 states they somewhat worked together which leads to suppose svetlana and mickey hold a friendly relationship even after they fight cause ian kidnapped yev and mick kind of kicked her out their house, AND since she asks ian to accompany her in the visit shes ok with him too it seems. ALSO not only i think is reasonable to assume they kept in contact for a while when he was inside and only got some distance as she was building her life with her relationship with kev and v and the allibi and he started getting involved in dangerous stuff with the mexicans (since in theory she visited him with divorce papers), i truly believe they only cut off contact completely when he told her he was leaving for mexico cause i mean he told terry i truly believe he told her too.

like i know a lot of people want galladads but i just see it as unresonable they came out of jail theyre traumatized and never done therapy ian fucking stole a baby and that baby was under micks supervision they fucking suck thats the true!! and i would kind like to see them taking responsibility for yev and bonding somewhat. just imagine what kind of parenting that kid would have hes probably unhinged since his parents are freaks. also i think that the more your parents control a kid the more they want to be a rebel (karen-like) and since he was raised by horrible people he is probably the opposite, really calm and mature for his age etc kind of like liam. hes also probably smart since he had a good education and speaks a lot of languages like svet, and aggressive but not fist like? i can vision it, mick telling him about what he was up to when he had yevs age and them playing videogames and mick like spitting on the floor or idk trying to teach him how to fillet a fish and yev totally disgusted by it cause hes a rich little motherfucker and then yev enthusiastically trying to explain the last robotic ethics article he read and is really excited about and making science fiction comparisons so that mick can understand it. OH ALSO also i believe yev is really into the fact hes half russian and knows a lot about its culture and all and wants mick to know more about ukraines and eat their food and know their history and learn their langague and that makes mick PISSED i just know it.

#!: ☆ other posts of mine include: shameless hot takes ; shameless x arctic monkeys ; gallavich x this velvet glove ; shameless moodboards ; shameless playlists ; saddest character ending: karen

[ljesaw]

can’t stop thinking about somebody saying that zuko is constantly going against his very nature in order to be evil and i will be crying about it forever frankly

[adanseying]

I’m going to be real maybe something will change especially since I think they’re supposed to have a tragic bent to them eventually and yk I like that sort of thing but so far I really don’t find m*rthur interesting. Not as in I don’t think there’s subtext I think it’s there I just don’t feel anything about it.