#anyway we all know the “blatantly correct answer” but

[lemotmo]

Plenty of room folks, let's go!

Q. Hello! This is my first ask to you, I have followed this blog for a long time, but I was here for the Sherlock of it all, and just never unfollowed as it slowly became a full-on 911/Buddie blog. Anyway I do watch 911 but as more of a casual viewer. I enjoy the show, but I've always been more passive with my viewing. Long time Peter fan, I love him! Sorry, the Buddie stuff always felt like bantering besties, I really hope that's not an insult on a Buddie blog?!? to me until the last 2 episodes. It was a noticeable shift in those episodes, especially from Buck in that final scene. That was romantic and even my husband yelled "holy shit Buckley's in love Diaz". It was pretty blatant from Buck but the Eddie stuff was more interesting because the close up on his face strongly implied that he was also having a very hard time with this and that he's definitely struggling with his emotions as well. I never thought of them as a couple but now that I have I kind of really need see it, haha. How long has this been going on?? Have I missed a lot of stuff between them? Because I can't believe I never noticed it until now! Love the blog btw!

A. Hello, anon! This ask made my day, thank you. There is something so genuinely endearing about this ask and I'm so happy you reached out! First of all I cannot even remember when I last made a Sherlock post so you have been here a while, lol. And no worries, calling them bantering besties is not at all an insult. They are best friends and they do banter so you didn't say anything wrong. They're also best friends who are about to become lovers though, and you picked up on things exactly when you were supposed to so don't worry about missing anything. You're the exact type of viewer these last 2 episodes were written for. As for how long it's been going on well that answer will vary depending on what Buddie fan you ask. They've been 'shipped' together since season 2 and we can all give you a very long list of things that have 'happened' between them that did not feel or look strictly platonic. But you, and your husband, noticed it exactly as you were supposed to. Buddie shippers are already there. We're already waiting, we've been waiting, lol. They didn't need to explicitly show us the shift, but they did need to show the GA, viewers like you and your husband, the shift so that's what these last two episodes, especially episode 10, were written as blatantly as they were.

Your husband is correct, Buckley is in love with Diaz. Buck just isn't aware of that himself yet, but that realization is coming for Buck really soon. Well done on picking up the Eddie stuff, although it was played perfectly by Ryan, there are some people who, incorrectly and ignorantly, believe he didn't portray his part strongly enough. If the GA picked up on Eddie then clearly Ryan did what he was supposed to do and he did it well. Eddie's behind Buck just a bit in terms of realizations. We don't yet know Eddie's sexuality situation, something we will likely get a clearer picture of in the coming episodes. The GA needs the blanks filled in on Eddie and it sounds like that information is coming sooner rather than later. Long story short, lol, you noticed things exactly as you were supposed to, anon. The show needed viewers like you, and your husband, to notice the difference between the two in order for their relationship to not feel 'out of nowhere' to the general audience. You don't have to go back and rewatch their scenes, BUT if you do rewatch things, with your new found perspective, I would love for you to drop me your thoughts on those scenes now! Welcome to the ride, glad to have you. Enjoy the things to come. 🩷

Thank you Nonny!

AAAAH! I love this so much. I've seen so many people of the GA 'waking up' to the Buddie epicness over the course of the two last episodes. It's wonderful.

I'm so looking forward to seeing more of these people jumping out of the woodwork, wondering how long this buddie thing has been going on.

What a great time to be in this fandom. So grateful right now!

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[lacunammmm]

Just want to say your post about Izu is really good and correct. I do have many grievances with how Izu was handled (I will forever say Hori hates him) and I too thought he would change, how he would see more of him...we don't even saw his father's photography.

Anyway, thanks for the post/answer and I hope I wasn't come across as rude. I just find so annoyingly unfair how Izu was written but everyone has different opinions regarding different characters and medias. Once again thank you.

You weren't rude. And I don't have a problem with it.

You know, I was REALLY, REALLY looking forward to seeing Izuku's dad. Even in just one panel wishing for his son to win, you know? They could have also drawn him with Izuku's mom in the final chapters. The author told us he'd reveal Izuku's dad but that was really one of the only things he blatantly lied to us about. He was good about telling us the truth usually. Who is Hisashi Midoriya? A deadbeat? A guy who's really into his work? Izuku never even thinks about the guy when he's near death. That moment when he felt Muscular would kill him was a time he thought of his loved ones, and not a peep. That time when All Might came to Izuku's house and begged his mom to let Izuku continue to go to UA, Inko didn't say anything about having to talk to her husband, or what her husband thought. All those times that Izuku was in the hospital, we didn't see his dad visit. I think he doesn't have a dad honestly. It's too bad.

[curio-queries]

Run BTS: 086 | Hangul Day Special part 1

Original Air Date: 08 OCT 2019 Episode Length: 32:51 Total Parts: 3 YouTube English Subtitles: No Title Song: Idol

Synopsis: A set of episodes to celebrate Hangul. the guys start out saying they won't use any foreign language at all…That lasted like a second. Anyway, the first part covers word games to earn them stickers for the next game. 

Production:  This is probably one of the hardest of the word games in all of Run BTS for non-Korean speakers. I personally love word games and puns but it just doesn't work for the international audience. which is fine to a point, I'm not saying everything has to be for us but there's really not much else in this episode to compensate.

Endearment:  so…I really tried to be objective with this episode on this watchthrough but I just don't enjoy it. I don't hate it like some of my other low-scoring eps but this was a stretch to find good things to say about it. The whole format of this just makes me feel off. The guys don't seem like they're having fun and it's very difficult to keep up with what questions are being posed to them. I realize much of this has to do with the language barrier but there are other segments of episodes focusing on their language skills that don't make me feel this way. I honestly would rather rewatch the awful priest skit over this episode and y'all know how much I hated that.

Winner/Loser: see final part

Best Cheater: V, YG. they were the only legit cheaters at the beginning before everyone started blatantly sharing answers. 

Member Moments:

RM: RM figuring out the chick sound one was adorable 

JN: The fuss he has when he changed his answer to an incorrect one. 

YG: I think Yoongi is actually the first one to start the bus trend. 

JH: Hobi's cute little confidence when RM says he thinks he has the correct answer. 

JM: Calling the stickers chewy

V: Tae mixing up Bless and Breathe during the 'bless you' segment 

JK: JK was doing pretty good jn the beginning and then we just stopped getting coverage of him...

Bonus Content: So much better than the actual episode! so many great little moments. the overall tone is better, honestly it's a shame they didnt include some of these moments in the actual episode instead. 

CQ Rank: 1

(CQ Eval Date: 16 NOV 2024)

Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.

Previous Episode: 085

Next Episode: 087

[fenrysmoonbeamswife]

Day 2 of ACOTAR Games : This or That

Now that we have familiarised ourselves with how this goes, let's begin. Remember, there can be only one answer.

Who is worse?

Cassian: Loves his sister (inappropriately, of course) more than his mate

Morrigan: Dallies with a male in front of his mate

You may recruit your tribe in your crusade if it pleases you. Your contenders: @achaotichuman @litnerdwrites @gwandas @positivelyruined @hrizantemy @yaralulu @kataraavatara @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

If I may make a request, please tag every response as 'acotar games:this or that' here on. I wasn't expecting so many willing participants.

Cassian is worse (the challenge really is trying to find a situation where I don't think he's worse isn't it)

Now, I am a Mor hater that bitch can get to absolute fuck but I mean let's be real here. She already had an established relationship/dynamic with Cassian, I don't think this behaviour just randomly started because Nesta showed up. I don't think she was acting that way because Nesta was there, I think they just have an inappropriate relationship anyway. She also wasn't doing it in front of Cassians mate, as far as I can remember at the time them being mates wasn't even brought up yet, it was in front of a woman Cassian decided to try and seduce. They weren't even together, their relationship if you can even call it that was rocky and not that deep really, and they hadn't accepted the mating bond or even discussed it (again, as far as I can remember, correct me if I'm wrong). I'm not excusing her behaviour, she's a massive pick me and she should have backed off and while she is a horrible person who has treated Nesta horribly, I don't think in this case she was being malicious

Cassian on the other hand is the one who acts like Nesta is some shameful secret he needs to kept hidden, he openly displays his affection for Mor because she's socially acceptable to those around them but Nesta is kept like a dirty secret he has to follow home at night and then scream at in the street for not thinking being treated that way is romantic. He is blatantly predatory towards Nesta from the second they meet, harasses her but then simultaneously villainizes her, never says or thinks anything kind or loving about her, never shows affection or love for her, is borderline violent around her especially emotionally and blames her, agrees she should be put in Hewn City, etc, etc, etc. All this, for his mate. Whereas with Mor he is like her lap dog, slept with her just to hurt his brother, acts as if the sun shines out of her ass, constantly thinks of her as beautiful and stunning and kind and blah blah blah whatever else, is kind and playful with her, not in the aggressive way he is with Nesta, doesn't slut shame her like he does with Nesta, doesn't abuse her trauma for his own gain like he does with Nesta, gives her gifts infront of people, speaks to her infront of people, doesn't treat her like something to be hidden. He is also the one who instigates his and Nesta's "relationship", he is the one who pretty much coerces her into giving into it, he is the one who starts something up with Nesta and then blatantly disrespects her when he shares lingerie with his sister

As much as I dislike Mor, she doesn't actually owe Nesta anything and vice versa. She had a pre-established relationship with Cassian, as fucked up as it is, and she doesn't really have to change that for some random girl she doesn't know who doesn't even seem all that interested in the guy and has to be locked away just for him to have a shot (He quite literally had to be the last man on earth available to get in there but whatever, yeah they're so in love and Nesta always wanted him (gag) ). Whereas Cassian pursued Nesta and then constantly disrespected her. It's like when someone cheats and you blame the other woman not the guy who cheated

[grapenehifics]

Not to tell you about *every* time I hear Solsbury Hill on the radio but…

Can you tell us why you picked it as the title for your fic? I feel there’s more to your reasoning than “grab your things I’ve come to take you home” and I’d love to hear your thoughts [it’s also maybe pretty obvious(?) but I’m really, really shit at 1) song lyrics 2) song meanings and 3) applying them to other contexts 🙈]

My friend, there is almost nothing I would rather talk about than the intersection between Peter Gabriel*, Genesis, Solsbury Hill the place, Solsbury Hill the song, and Solsbury Hill the fic.

(*Peter Gabriel, and all the members of Genesis, are real people, and would probably tell this story very differently. But they're not here to correct me [oh god, at least, I hope not], and this is how I heard the story, and I am going to tell it the way I know it. Apologies to all those living or dead.)

Sometime in the late 1960s a group of British schoolboys formed the prog rock band Genesis, and by the early 1970s they were...maybe not world-famous, but huge by prog rock standards, anyway, with a couple of albums and a tour. The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway came out and it was a big enough deal that they got offered an American tour, too.

They were all still pretty young (they'd started basically in high school) and Peter Gabriel, their lead singer and main songwriter, had recently got married and he and his wife had a baby (this will become relevant in a second). So they go on the American tour and maybe about halfway through Peter turns to his bandmates and is like, "so...I'll finish the tour with you, because I promised I would, but when we get back home I'm quitting the band."

The other guys were stunned, obviously, because this was the moment they'd worked for. They'd already gotten through all the shitty garage band years, which is where most people give up, and now they were at the good part! They were on an international tour! The money was good! Their albums were selling! They had more fans than they'd ever thought they'd have! What on earth would possess someone to want to give all that up?

(The part of this story that is less-charitable to Peter Gabriel is that one of the answers he gave was 'more creative freedom' and his band was like...but you already write all our songs? What possible *more* creative freedom do you think you need?)

It wasn't just the band, though. His managers and the record company and everyone all told him that was a terrible, terrible idea, and there were a sizable contingent of Genesis fans who just refused to follow him to his solo career because they were mad at him for walking out on Genesis, wrecking the band, how dare he be so ungrateful...

(Genesis did fine without him, actually. Phil Collins took over on vocals and they had another couple of albums and some hit songs before going kind of weirdly soft-rock in the 80s.)

Also - and this is an important detail - when he left the band, there was no solo career. He didn't have any songs. I don't think he even had an agent. He was kind of on the outs with the industry for pulling that stunt. He spent the first year after he quit - while Genesis was recording a new album without him - just hanging out at home with his wife and baby daughter.

Eventually he did get back in the studio, and one of the songs on his first solo album was Solsbury Hill, largely regarded to be the most autobiographical of his songs (Solsbury Hill is an actual, physical hill in Somerset, near where he grew up). It's pretty blatantly about quitting Genesis, including being unhappy in the band:

So I went from day to day Though my life was in a rut

I was feeling part of the scenery

And liberty, she pirouette When I think that I am free

and trying to get up the courage to leave even knowing it would almost universally be regarded as a really dumb move and would very possibly end his entire music career even though he was still in his twenties:

My friends would think I was a nut Open doors would soon be shut

But eventually doing it anyway:

To keep in silence I resigned

I walked right out of the machinery

I will show another me

Then he writes about how, even though it was scary and he didn't know what the consequences were going to be, he was glad he did it:

Though my life was in a rut 'Til I thought of what I'd say Which connection I should cut

Today I don't need a replacement I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant

And he personifies all this as a person, or more accurately hearing a voice (while climbing Solsbury Hill, hence the title), and the progression of what the voice tells him mirrors the rest of the lyrics. First it's:

"Son, " he said "Grab your things, I've come to take you home."

and

"Hey, " he said "Grab your things, I've come to take you home."

But the final lines are the singer answering back:

"Hey, " I said "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home."

And not to belabor the metaphor, but that's what I see as the equivalent of the first quarter or so of Solsbury Hill the fic, at least the beginning to the Bakersfield hospital chapters. Peter Gabriel and Anakin both got the exact thing they thought they wanted - a record deal, a tour, money, fame, wealth - and then turned out once they had it, they actually didn't really want it all that much anymore, and the reality of it wasn't worth keeping it.

But also mixed in there is some shame, right, because to everyone else it looks like you have it all. Every kid around the world with a guitar and a garage bands wants what you have. Every kid on their school swim team watching the Olympics on TV wants that. And now you've got it, and you're just...going to hand it back? Say it's not good enough? This thing that feeds your family and lets you see the world? How dare you spit on that!

But all they really want - in both stories - is more time with the people they love. And yes, in both cases, there are ways to fix that - Peter Gabriel could have taken his wife and baby with him on tour, Anakin could have not fired Obi-Wan and taken up with Palpatine - but in the middle of that situation and looking down the barrel of year after year of touring and competition and the toll it takes on your body and your mental health - suddenly the smart play starts looking like turning you back on it, tearing the whole thing down, and starting over. Even if it means living without the money and the fame and the recognition and universal goodwill. Who cares. Keep it all. Keep my things; I don't need them; I just need you.

I'm going home.

[wemlygust]

The fic is here. In the comments, in response to a positive comment that called this "the best kind of crack fic," the author says, "One correction: this is a story about popular science and fairies. Please, don’t use the term “fic”. I spent way too much effort working on it."

P.S. also this is the author's pfp:

The author... truly did spend a shitload of time and effort on it, including on detailed research into the Chernobyl disaster and how reactors work, but that is not actually unusual for fanfic. That literally has nothing to do with whether it's fanfic or not. And. It's about Tinkerbell. And they posted it with the fandom tag "Disney Fairies" and the character tag "Tinkerbell". Wtf did they expect?? Such Terry Goodkind-esk, "this blatantly fantasy story is not fantasy because it's good and I refuse to acknowledge that it's built out of by-the-numbers tropes and political rants," energy. Anyway, the fic includes this video in the middle of it. Watching this will give you an accurate understanding of the fic as a whole.

Also, a quote: “Thanks,” the earthborn fairy answered without really understanding what her guest meant. “But I thought that good is just something positive and kind. It has nothing to do with energy, does it?” “It does. And I’ll show you how.” smiled Celestia. “I cooked the dinner while you were sleeping. Or rather a breakfast? Whatever. We can measure exactly how much energy this casserole contains. Then we add the amount of energy that you would need to cook it yourself, and we get the amount of good measured in joules.”

“I don’t know. Something is wrong with this reasoning,” Tink took a fork, pinched at a little piece of the dish and tasted it carefully. The casserole was delicious. Who would have thought that a guest from the far future could cook so well? Although, that was not really that much of a challenge if you had an all-knowing helper!" Tinkerbell's response there just absolutely kills me. xD

you will not guess where this ao3 summary is going

[drcococalico]

So I've been spending several hours each day sending emails to congresscritters. The joy of retirement - time to be a pest! Today I'm working though, so I decided to call Rep Baumgarten while driving to town. (Yes, handsfree, no dialing while driving, all safe-like.) I thought it was early enough that I could just leave messages, but no - an actual person answered. Guy did not identify himself, just the office. Asked if he could get my name and email address so Rep can reply. Sure - but I've emailed probably a few hundred times already, and he's never replied to a single one of those, so... Oh. Well, okay, can I get that email address anyway? So we went through hell on this. Said it out. Spelled it out. Corrected spelling. Explained it's a phrase, with real words, spelled normally. Said each word individually. Corrected spelling. Corrected words again. Corrected spelling again. Finally he says "yeah, we have contact information associated with that email". No shit, honey. Would it have been easier or harder to find me by street address? who knows. Down to it now though. Why have I called? I am appalled and disgusted at the number of blatantly illegal things that Trump and his "first buddy" Musk are doing. This is unacceptable and they are trampling constitutional norms as well as breaking laws. I expect Mr Baumgarten, as my rep, to be standing up against this outrageous behavior. Guy sounds actually taken aback, like this is is a total surprise? "I'll pass that along to the Rep, is there anything else you wanted to say?" "Oh, yes, I've got a whole list. How many topics do I get per call?" "Is that an actual question?" "Yes it is, I've got many things." "Uh..." "Well, for one thing, the bill introduced, I believe from Arizona, to abolish OSHA is an assault on worker safety. If this bill is passed, people will die. It's a horrid joke of a bill and I expect my representative to vote against it for the safety of his constituency." "Uh, I'll pass that along, if that's everything ..." "AND, I find unacceptable any budget that cuts Medicaid, Medicare, even touches Social Security, decreases SNAP and child care, and so also should he, because those things affect the majority of his constituency. "OkI'llpassthatalonghaveaniceday" click

So I guess the answer is 3 topics. Also, I do not think this is likely at all but would be hilarious - I used to answer with the clinic name and not identify myself when helping reception, so clients didn't know they had the doctor. I doubt he's answering his own phone, but ...

[sincerely-krp]

very /gen answer. but rupes has always been tied with the insidigm admins because every time a conversation about how shitty the admin team is, suddenly someone will bring up rupes for no reason. /

it's pretty obvious why to me. i remember insidious really well, people are correct that they were all friends, some of the rupes muns were super active parts of the ooc community too. but the issues started when the insidious admins tried to tell their krp they owed them their muses more or less. a lot of rupes muns reached out to writers they liked to ask them to join rupes too, since they would be leaving (you had to consent that your muse what the insidious krp admin's property, you can see the canva for this), and i bet the insidious admins took that to be poaching because they couldn't see that people were only leaving insidious if they disagreed with their whole take on ip. like i genuinely don't think they comprehended just how immature we all found them to be, tossing terms like intellectual property around at the same time they used things like locations, and mythological concepts, things that simply can't be copyrighted to begin with. their statements just made no sense to begin with, anyone in school that has had to cite sources would know how deranged they were being.

i'm not saying this as a dig, but i think they were jealous, likely due to insecurity. i truly mean it, there's no other explanation for them hunting down people to harass in their dms, telling the rupes admins to change their own krp's rules and systems, and at the same time posting paragraphs about poaching and subtly digging at rupes. i don't think it was 100% vindictive, i think they truly just projected feeling helpless about losing such a good community of writers, and outsourced the blame. very much felt like i had to pick between one krp, when in hindsight idk if that was ever the case. supporting this are the other anons here saying they remember members having nothing but good things to say about insidious, or even joining paradigm/considering it. i was in paradigm for a while, but had a friend who left during the mass exodus (no one doing activity for the check), and it was really clear to us that perfectly nice muns were being iced out. i can't say for sure if the members my friend talks about are rupes members, but from what they sound like, they feel like they were.

i don't think the rupes muns were clueless though, that would make no sense, especially if they knew someone from that group was in rupes, and chose to not interact quietly. there's really no perfect way to handle hearing all this shit about your krp that's so blatantly false, but i do think it's not like... a far jump to think the rupes muns knew one of their writers was being harassed by the insidious admins. i would be suspicious too. it makes sense to me too, because a writer i wrote with, even up to a few months ago, was a longtime rupes member (we recognized each other from insidious and bonded over a lot of fun times we had) and never brought the krp up to me when the krp we were at died, like they had before at insidious. i don't think that was unintentional though, i think it's likely they just knew that it wasn't worth asking people in the au comm anymore because of these rumors. which was a bummer, because we wrote really great things in this krp.

i don't feel comfortable doing all this speculation without being a direct party, but i think that this is definitely a conversation worth having because too many au krpers are comfortable being judgemental without even knowing any facts, and this was proof of it. we always say we just want a place to write, but when there is one we all just bashed on it, and never allowed space for another side to the whole thing. that proof sincerely posted is really fucking damning. if/when rupes comes back, i think that's where i'll be anyways.

・❥・

[fog-n-dance]

You’re right to address it, I must say this still makes very little sense to me… As cool as this episode was and to see Ventress again, I don’t see the point in opening a new theory regarding Omega and to leave it so blatantly unanswered. Or like is it to be answered in, I don’t know, a cLONES REBELS SHOW MAYBE ?? We are manifesting out here 🥲

But anyway, I gotta say I didn’t really like it myself and was relieved it didn’t go the force sensitive way. In my opinion it would have been a big Marie-Sueing thing.

But to leave it like that, well it’s still a bit weird ‘cause it isn’t mentioned at all afterwards (in a force wielder way I mean, not a Hemlock way : it comes and dies with Ventress, end of story). We’ve known from day 1 that Omega is of interest -to the Kaminoans and others- because of her genetics and blood, so what’s the point of bringing it back if it doesn’t add anything ? Is it just for the sake of reminding it and tying the Tantiss operations ? To have a gratuitous plot twist ? Without the solving it just leaves a meh feeling…

Also, Omega remains a clone of Jango Fett, who has a midichlorian count of 1 500 (for reference, the minimum required to be a Jedi is 7 000). Boba himself, who is an unaltered version of Jango, is at 1 000 [source for all those numbers : « Star Wars Graphics »]. Omega has been modified, sure, but to me the alterations can only have decrease that count, and I don’t see the Kaminoans capable of playing with midichlorians, let alone increase their presence (please correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t think the canon universe mentions the possibility of artificially influencing the midichlorians presence in a person anyway).

So well !! All this to say that Ventress’ implication was very class and sensical, the crescendo from meeting and working with Shand to her being the contact was smooth as fuck, but this whole force involvement in a clone centred show didn’t feel right. I’d be super curious too to hear Ventress’ real opinion on it ; she didn’t look like she lied as much as protected an information, or rather protected the Batch from said information. Hm. Either way it would have felt out of place to see Omega force push Hemlock from the bridge.

…

Well out of place sure, but upon imagining it ? Definitely not unwelcome.

The Bad Batch S3

Been watching The Bad Batch S3 recently. The most recent episode was Episode 9 (The Harbinger).

When I started S3, I was pleasantly surprised that they were at least entertaining the possibility of Omega being force-sensitive.

I'm curious about Ventress' lie. Was she lying about Omega being force sensitive? (my personal theory is that Omega doesn't independently have a high m-count, just that she's receptive to it - she doesn't produce(?) them, but she can receive them)

If that was the lie, why? To protect Omega, who's a bit of a blabber mouth? To comfort her?

I mean, Omega's already shut down the idea of being trained, even if she is sensitive, so...

We'll see how this goes.

[baronessofmischief]

Steven Grant is not a doormat

I don’t venture into characters tags very often because there’s a lot I don’t like to sift through but I’ve seen a lot of 🎶 timid and shy and scared are you 🎶 takes on Steven that are just… blatantly inaccurate lol

I don’t know how much is infantilization and how much is just a lack of basic character analysis, but Steven isn’t afraid to socialize or deal with conflict. While he may not solve conflict with violence, it doesn’t mean he lets people walk all over him without some form of speaking up or pushback. There are things he wants and has shown initiative in pursuing. Steven Grant is a unique mix of assertive but polite.

He’s also unaware he has DID which means there are situations and complications in his life outside of his control, and people react negatively to that which continues to make life harder for him to handle as well as he’d like, but that doesn’t mean he’s pathetic or inept— Those are adjacent issues I’ve seen in a lot of fan portrayals and interpretations.

Steven is an active protagonist. He doesn’t have to be pushed to further the story because he takes initiative to do things that further the story itself.

Even within just the first episode, “The Goldfish Problem” was devoted to showing us who he was before his knowledge of Moon Knight, and even the smaller moments are evident of who he is as an assertive character.

He calls his mom to talk on the phone and update her about his life even though we get the impression she doesn’t answer and that’s something he’s accustomed to, but he still calls anyway

He points out to the guy setting up his stall outside the entrance to his building that oh yeah, you’re still doing that inconvenient thing (that annoys me) aren’t you, well, good for you, thanks for that, (wish you wouldn’t do that but whatever I won’t make a fuss because that would be rude) cheers

He greets his coworkers by name even when they ignore him

It’s great to see a character politely and effectively correct a kid’s behavior without actually making the kid feel bad because so many times when adults do that they effectively block any possibility of the kid listening to what they say afterwards, even if it might be something the kid would be interested in. We can see that Steven wants to have a teaching moment where he gets to share his interest with someone who may not care about Egypt yet, but because he took the time to engage with her she shows interest (and will likely show more respect for the exhibits moving forward)

He firmly corrects Donna when she gets his name wrong, pointing to the name tag

When the tour guide comes over to confirm their date for that weekend, the reason he hesitates is because he’s caught off guard. Anybody would be confused about a date they have no recollection of having a conversation about

There’s an important distinction between who a character is vs what other characters say about them: when Donna says she didn’t think he had it in him (to ask the tour guide on a date), and accompanies it with the question about him being vegan so what’s he planning to get at a steak place, she’s being critical even while trying to engage him in a conversation, and from how we saw her introduction (unpleasant tone criticizing Steven and getting his name wrong upon his entry), it’s understandable for Steven to bite back a bit with the clipped “I dunno, salad? Bread?” He’s not unsure about himself in regards to the date, he’s telling her to mind her own business. They don’t have a good working relationship and Steven doesn’t owe her his personal life. Someone who’s a doormat would have just rolled over and made excuses to try to get a critic like Donna to like them to keep the peace. Steven doesn’t snap at her, he’s just mildly irritated, and when her moment of good humor drops she leaves with another criticism as she goes. He’s not worried about Donna liking him because she’s already shown she doesn’t respect him.

When he’s doing inventory he purposefully brings up the fact that the marketing poster is inaccurate because to him, this is a museum, so having things be accurate is important even if it’s just to visually draw people in, and when Donna makes the remark about him not having the chance at tour guide, that does stop him and he voices how disappointing that is to hear, actually. He doesn’t necessarily keep his feelings in to avoid further conflict

He apologizes for being late and for the fumble with the box of stock, but he continues the conversation instead of meekly trying to please his boss and spend a bunch of time trying to get her to pity him

Though the street performer doesn’t speak to Steven, Steven still apparently likes talking to him, which I think is a lot more symbolic than people realize

He’s blunt with the lady at the pet shop because he rightfully doesn’t understand what the fish is going on with his magically able-bodied goldfish and that’s reason for him to be determined enough to go out hunting for answers. He knows he’s sleep deprived but Steven knows his pet: this is bizarre

The reason he doesn’t call the tour guide ahead of time to ask about the date they’re supposed to have because 1. He’s running late and 2. It’s evident he wants to be there so he’s taking the time to make sure he does everything correctly, but he still takes the initiative to reach out to her first, instead of making up some excuse to himself as to why she’s not there

It’s interesting because even outside of discovering Marc, the show plays on the idea of Steven “talking to himself” when the reality is that the people he’s talking to just aren’t listening to him, and that has overarching thematic implications further down the line when Harrow uses the idea of Steven / Marc talking to himself as a way to discredit him/the system (which would also further isolate them). There are numerous examples of Steven being shown asking for help and being denied that or ignored.

One of the running themes in the show that’s especially apparent in the first episode is that Steven is alone, but not for a lack of trying. Steven talks to a lot people/things that don’t talk to him (his mom, Gus, his coworkers, the street performer), in addition to initiating conversations with people who are antagonistic to him in one way or another. It does Steven a disservice to strip him of a very clear aspect of his character by making him this meek, trembling wallflower of a character just so you can have rough-assertive-confident-cocky Marc Spector as a contrast (while also not taking into account Marc’s own complexities).

Because of his willingness to push back and ask or demand answers, Steven is able to connect with Marc and start figuring out what the rest of his (and by extension Marc’s) life entails. From what starts to be revealed it appears that Marc has spent a long time pushing people out and pushing people away, but it’s Steven’s stubbornness, kindness, and resolve that helps the two of them connect and find balance in the end. The idea that neither of them is actually alone, whether by choice (Marc) or not (Steven) is important to the series and characters as a whole.

[likeastarstar]

8:03 PM- Yoongi

(A/N: Hi! I recently hit a milestone in followers and while I'm not really a numbers person I did want to say a huge thank you to everyone who's read, liked, reblogged, sent me an ask, or followed me. I'm really thankful to everyone who likes my work! It means a lot!! Anyway back to good ole yoongi- feedback is always appreciated!)

31 Days. 744 Hours. 44640 minutes.

That's how long it had been since you had seen Yoongi. You knew the exact amount of time that had passed since you had last seen him because it was all you could think of. Doing the math in your head distracted you from how stupid all of this was.

You wiped at your face, swiping tears away before knocking on Yoongi's door, like you always did when you were feeling anything other than happy. Normally, anytime something would upset you, you'd go running to Yoongi. He'd open the door and pull you into a hug quickly, fixing any and all problems you had. That wouldn't happen this time, since the problem was you. This time, you weren't even sure he'd answer the door.

Thankfully, he did. Yoongi answered quickly, scanning your face for a moment with his usual comforting smile sliding off his face quickly. He said you name softly, tone full of sympathy and you hated it, glaring at him as if you weren't the one who knocked on his door.

He was your best friend, the only form of stability you had in your life. This was your first official fight and it was over something so stupid- over you telling him you loved him. You had said it a month ago and freaked out when he didn't say anything back. You couldn't get the shocked expression frozen on his face when you told him out of your head. Instead of asking if he was okay, instead of trying to discuss things like an adult, you ran away. He tried calling you after but you ignored him, ignoring your friends when they asked what happened. It took you a whole month to work up the courage to walk to his apartment, purposefully not bothering to text and ask if he was home. This way, there was a good chance he wasn't and you could just use it as an excuse to never try to apologize again except he was home and he was staring at you right now.

"Hey," You mumbled, staring at the center of his chest.

His shirt fit him tighter than normal- how had he gotten buffer in a month? What the hell had he been doing? You had spent the month crying in bed while he had seemingly decided to switch careers to body building.

"You're crying," He said blankly, skipping any form a greeting. You made a hissing noise and pulled your hair down from the ponytail it had been in so you could hide your face. It fell in silver and black waves, which you dyed the same shade as his a couple months ago because you felt like it, not because you wanted to match or anything... definitely not.

"No, I'm not." You lied blatantly. "Why are you home on a Saturday night? Don't you have friends?"

You knew the answer. He definitely had friends, they were your friends too. You don't know why you were being so rude, it was just coming out like word vomit at this point and it was either lash out or tell him the truth. That you loved him, that you were sorry for avoiding him, that you were being immature.

"I do, but my best friend just happens to be ignoring me," He said pointedly, "So I haven't really felt up to being very social."

"It's only been a couple days," You lied, crossing your arms stubbornly.

31 Days. 744 Hours. 44640 minutes.

"It's been a month," He corrected. "We haven't gone a month without speaking since we met each other."

You ignored him, pushing past his weirdly firm bicep and trudging into his apartment. You looked around- things seemed normal, exactly the same. One of your hair scrunchies was still on his coffee table, untouched, like an artifact from a far away time you wished you could go back to. You tapped your foot as you stared at the scrunchie, reminding yourself to stop being so dramatic.

It was only a month. It was only a word. Just a feeling- love. Tons of people fell in love with their best friends. So what if he didn't feel the same way? You could get over it. You could squish the feeling down...

Right?

Yoongi sighed, closing his door behind you and walking into his kitchen, pulling out two beers and passing one to you. You took it silently, cracking it open just to have something to do.

"I know I said I loved you," You said decisively, "But I was just confused and I'm over it. We can...You can just ignore that I ever said that."

It was a lie, but it was less scary than the truth. Because you were terrified of loving someone like Yoongi. He was perfect in every way, kind to a fault and careful with his words where you were a selfish, immature person who always seemed to be saying the wrong thing. You loved him, but there was a little voice inside of you screaming that there was no way Yoongi was in love with you. That you must've been crazy to even think you had a chance with him.

You stared at him, maintaining eye contact for so long it felt like you were paralyzed. Yoongi kept his face neutral, lips parting after a moment before he groaned and shook his head.

"Fuck it," He mumbled, closing the gap between you in two strides and kissing you. You froze for a moment before melting into the kiss, pulling him closer by his shirt and throwing an arm around his neck. You felt his hands sink down to your waist, pinning you against him. Nothing about the kiss was soft- tight, bruising holds on each other and desperate movements. His tongue slid against yours and you tipped your head to the side to deepen the kiss, wanting as much of him as you could get.

You could feel his frustration through his body, pouring over you like hot wax. Yoongi dragged a hand down to your ass and tapped twice before lifting you with ease, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. He carried you like you weighed nothing, walking towards his bedroom with you in his arms. Seriously, when did he become so buff?

"Do you feel that?" Yoongi asked in a low voice awhile later, by which time you had lost track of time, splayed out on his bed with Yoongi on top of you.

Your eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus on anything at all. He had you exactly where you wanted to be, wrapped around him, all senses flooded with nothing else but him. You couldn't tell how long it had been since you walked into his apartment, or what time it was, what was going on outside of this bedroom- you couldn't even say that you cared. The only thing occupying your mind was how his strong hands looked on your body, your skin a stark contrast against his pale tone.

His body moved in sync with yours, like waves on a beach. "Do you feel how fast your heart is beating right now? Tell me you don't love me again, and be honest this time. Tell me you don't think we belong together." He said stubbornly, bringing up an old conversation. "Don't you feel it in your soul? Tell me you don't love me."

You shook your head stubbornly, eyes watering slightly, "D-Don't make me say it again."

"Why?" He challenged, staring down at you with a strictness in his eyes that made you feel so exposed. "Because it's not true, is it? Because you're in love with me."

You turned your head to the side, flattening the side of your cheek against his bicep for some sort of comfort because Yoongi was still the only thing that felt safe to you, even if you were scared of how much you loved him. His hand smoothed down your hair like he always did when you hugged him, letting up on the pressure for a moment.

"Yeah, I love you." You said miserably, "I think I've loved you ever since I first met you. I'm just...scared."

He caressed your face and pushed it up towards his so he could look at you better, smiling slightly, "I know. That's why I was so surprised when you actually said it a month ago. I was less surprised about the tantrum you threw afterwards though."

You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment and cringed, "I'm sorry. I just assumed you didn't feel the same way."

"Well I do," He said quietly, pressing his lips to your pouty ones. "Don't leave me like that again though, it hurt."

You opened your eyes and peered up at him, a watery look of pain in his eyes that made your heart ache, "I won't. I'm sorry."

He nodded slightly, blinking a couple times before shrugging. You wondered how he felt for that month, knowing he must've been as upset as you were and you felt even more stupid.

"It's okay, I just had to be patient. That's what you do when you love someone. Now stop apologizing and kiss me." He ordered, smiling down at you before pulling you back towards him to press another kiss to your lips.

masterlist.

[doberbutts]

If ears are the #1 annoying thing, that are the next top 2? For curiosity sake - feel free not to answer! I know the drama is strong in this community and on Tumblr in general.

Refusing to accept that by only breeding to similar pedigrees and refusing to take a loss for a generation or two on even just a line outcross rather than line breeding on top of line breeding over and over again, all they're doing is hastening the breed's demise, and they'd be much better served by just swallowing their pride and breeding to a dog of completely different pedigree and then re-tightening their program back up in later generations.

"I can't find a showy doberman that can work" those exist but you won't breed to them.

"I can't find a nice working temperament in a dog with decent structure" those exist but you won't breed to them.

"No one uses the dobe as military or police anymore" yes they do but you won't breed to them.

"I can't find dogs with good health testing and show ratings in Europe that also have high IGP titles" yes you can but you refuse to look.

"It's hard to find anyone whose dogs on average make it to the double digits" literally we have an entire longevity listing and you are just blatantly ignoring it.

"Those dogs you found don't fit my bitch" maybe not but the dog that you used that supposedly fits your bitch is also effectively her entire pedigree copy/pasted so congrats they're closer related than full blood siblings at this point.

"Well we don't know if any of these proposed efforts will work" you're so right that's why the better option is obviously to sit on our hands and continue doing what we did to get ourselves into this mess and surely we'll somehow dig ourselves back out of this hole :) after all if you dig down far enough you come back to the surface on the other side right? :) that must be the correct answer :)

Hey I have a proposal how about as an easy first step we stop making dogs with incorrect temperaments that can't even pass the basic temperament tests, and dogs with pedigrees chock full of DCM and early deaths, that struggle to even carry/produce a litter, into popular sires/dams that everyone and their grandmother continuously shits themselves over? "well........... but if we don't breed to them then our dogs won't win........." oh man bestie you've so right how could I have forgotten that a winning dog is superior to a living dog that you actually want to live with.

Anyway just continue to copy and paste your pesigree for another 5 generations and I'm sure nothing at all will go wrong :)

[shinydixon]

I don't know who to say this to because no one around me cares so I thought I'd share it here. Sorry for the rant. I keep seeing that black screen, white writing, video where Joseph is talking about Steddie and all the Steddie fans are going crazy for it and saying it is or it's going to be canon because Joseph confirms he's into it or whatever. ANYWAY for the first time just now I saw the actual whole interaction and immediately after where it's cut off in the original video I saw Joseph says "I wasn't thinking that, as Eddie." and then something along the lines of "You never know what people are going to see in things." As in: Steddie is not canon. He wasn't thinking it at all while filming. You never know what people are going to make up. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a Steddie anti or anything. I don't really ship Eddie with anyone. I just find it annoying that people are so adamant that Joseph played Eddie as gay on purpose and that he played Eddie with a crush on Steve on purpose. Then we finally get the confirmation that it's not true and they blatantly ignore it for the rest of what he said. Which is essentially he is okay with it. So yeah, might see Steddie in the future. Fantastic. But it was definitely never intended originally.

Basically I'm just annoyed that the Steddies are now even more confident and mean about it all when Joe straight up said he didn't play Eddie that way on purpose. 😂

I must correct you:

The "i didn't think that as Eddie" was an answer at a question about the "make him pay" line, if it have a romantic meaning as in "when Eddie said "make him pay " to Steve there wasn't anything romantic meant under the lines"; like when he says that the "Chrissy, this is for you" wasn't meant as romantic.

Steddie is not canon but we deserve to be annoying about him saying they're good fit, like hellcheers were annoying when Joe said that Eddie might have had a crush on Chrissy.

I really don't understand why nobody said anything about him saying Eddie might have had a crush on chrissy,but when he says that steddie is good, it's a tragedy and considered annoying.

Of course, this doesn't make steddie canon, like what he said didn't make hellcheer canon, considering that what an actor says≠canon, and also Joe doesn't give two shit about hellcheer or steddie, but let people enjoying that moment.

I'm repeating myself, I know, but when hellcheers go around spreading the lie that hellcheer is canon , I don't see the same reaction "against" them.

Finally, all the flirting was improvised by Joe, I think he know what he was doing 😅 "don't you big boy"? C'mon

[ajramblesagain]

I feel like I’m finally starting to feel somewhat confident in who I am as a guy. I’m not on T yet but I have an appointment lined up on Thursday to talk about getting on it. But anyway, now that I’m finally confident in who I am, I’ve been running over all the blatantly obvious childhood signs I showed that I just glossed over because I refused to believe that I could be trans. For context, I was raised fairly religious and attended a private christian school through eighth grade. So, religious trauma. Yay. Anyway, without further tangents, let’s dive in because honestly it’s hilarious how transparent my closet was in hindsight.

This is going to be in no particular order because order doesn’t matter and I have adhd and keeping my thoughts in a cohesive order is hard at the best of times and I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately. Let’s begin.

First of all, I came out as trans but putting my new pronouns in my Twitter bio (my whopping total of 8 followers, I know). I honestly didn’t think anyone paid that much attention to my bio so I was actually pleasantly surprised that people seemed to pick up on it relatively quickly. One of those twitter followers, I’m gonna call them T on here, needed help running this night market thing that they organized through our college (former college I guess since neither of us are students there anymore) for our organization as a fundraiser. Anyway, T was one of the people who paid attention to the pronoun bio change and actually corrected themself and referred to me me he while I was helping during the night market thing. That alone was enough to make my entire night though obviously I wasn’t going to say anything because I’m not sure if they knew I was even within earshot or not, and I don’t talk to even my closest friends about my emotions, and me and T aren’t that close to begin with.

One of the people helping us table for the night market but for a different table just across from us, ( idk why i’m talking about the location of the tables, like it matters lol) Anywat, I’m gonna call her RM.Actually I don’t remember if it was T or RM who brought up this quiz, but anyway one of them brought up this online quiz that tells you what your dick size would be if you were born a dude. It was actually based on scientific shit so I think it’s supposed to be fairly accurate. Which sucks because I took it and I got 5 inches and I would’ve gotten 6 if I had just eaten more white fish growing up. You can’t blame me though. That shit is fucking nasty. Anyway, me and my friend, A, who was also tabling with me were like, we gotta take this test right now. And again, my memory is absolutely dogshit so I don’t remember who said this, but someone kinda jokingly said that A and I were way too excited to take the quiz, which honestly felt really validating for some reason.

Anyway, I wasn’t happy with my measely 5 inch result, especially since A got more than me and I wasn’t gonna accept that as an answer. So I was like, fine then, I’m gonna take a quiz that bases it off of the vibes I give off but I kept getting lower and lower results until I gave up because that shit was pathetic and it was lowkey getting embarrassing. Anyway, A told me that I was acting like an insecure straight man, which was a super gender affirming insult by the way, so of course I didn’t stop thinking about that for a few hours. Not even exaggerating, that’s literally how my brain works. But I exaggerated my offense at being called straight. I was like, I may be insecure but I most certainly am not straight.

That wasn’t even the highlight of the gender euphoria I felt that night. For context, I was keeping a spreadsheet of all the sales we made during the night market thing, so T messaged me later that night and asked me for the spreadsheet and so I sent it and their response was just two simple words that I’m sure they didn’t even really think about but it just lives in my mind rent free now as a constant source of gender euphoria: thanks king. I kid you not, I was fucking smiling like an idiot at my phone and would not stop thinking about being called ‘king’ for the next couple of days. King is never used as a gender neutral phrase like ‘dude’ or ‘man’ is often used as, so it just felt like T really read me as a guy, which was just a really good feeling.

Honestly this is getting kinda long and I’m getting tired so I think I’m actually gonna dive into my actual childhood signs tomorrow. If you decide to follow, just be prepared that my context is always gonna be this tangent-ridden, impulsive, unscripted stream of consciousness type shit, so be warned. I know this style of content bugs some people lol so no hard feelings. I’m just mostly doing this for me because I like to sound off into the void.

[kaleidoscope77]

Amazing (NaLu One-shot)

Summary: Natsu and Lucy's monthly routine is interrupted by a seemingly harmless question.

Rated: T

Words: 1998

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"Lucy?" Natsu scanned the room for his blonde teammate, a little hint of worry on his face. 

Mira had told him about how she came into the guildhall incredibly grumpy that morning, and she's been cooped up in her apartment for the rest of the day. 

The girls advised him to give her space for a bit, and while Happy decided to heed their warnings and lay low, Natsu knew good and well what was going on. 

"I'm in the kitchen!" The sound of Lucy's voice was enough to prove that his suspicions were correct, she sounded so out of it right now. 

Natsu poked his head into the kitchen, and gave a sad smile at the sight of Lucy hunched over on the counter. "You okay?"

"Do I look okay?" Lucy grumbled, "Where have you been?"

"We just got back from a job yesterday," Natsu rolled his eyes, "I was sleepin'."

"...Well, I need you. Now."

"Hm… It's early."

"I know it's early. Just be glad it's not while we were on the job. Now c'mon," Lucy held her arms up, Natsu quickly getting the hint and scooping her up to carry her.

"Bed or couch?" 

"Bed, please."

Just as she requested, Natsu brought her to the comfort of her bed and gave her a moment to get situated amongst the pillows before he joined her in laying down. 

The two wrestled with the comforter for a bit before ultimately deciding to go without it, and as patience began to run thin, Lucy pulled Natsu closer by his scarf, bringing his body flush against hers. 

"You know what to do," She mumbled, earning a quiet growl in response. 

"Yeah, I know," Natsu didn't like being rushed, but he knew she had good reason to be impatient. He wrapped his arms around her abdomen and warmed up his hands, Lucy immediately sighing in pure bliss from the feeling. 

"Ah, yes…" She snuggled back into him, leaving no space between their bodies, "I've been waiting… all day for this."

Natsu frowned, had he known she was in pain, he would've came over sooner. "Sorry."

"Don't be. Like you said, it came early this month. Hit me like a ton of bricks, though."

"Then you should get something to warm your belly up when I'm not around…"

"I actually do have a heating pad," Lucy turned around to face him, making sure his hands didn't lose their place over the source of her pain, "But your hands are so much better."

Natsu couldn't deny that he really liked hearing her prefer his magic over something else, but a part of him still felt bad. He didn't mind doing this every month, it was the only time Lucy allowed him to not only be in her bed, but to also be this close to her while doing so. 

It's nice to feel like she depends on him, and to be able to do something for her that no one else can. And their alone time during these days are always nice, sometimes she'll fall asleep in his arms, and other times they'll pass the time by just talking about any and everything. 

But, he still hated that she had to be in pain for them to get this… close.

"Thanks for always doing this for me, Natsu," Lucy smiled. He couldn't help but smile back at her.

"'S not like I got something better to do."

"Mhm," She wrapped her arms around his middle, now each of them holding the other tightly, "You're the best. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Me too."

"Really?"

"Yeah…"

"Aw, that's sweet," Lucy laid her head against Natsu's chest, closed her eyes and took in the peaceful moment. It was amazing to think about how she'd been in so much agony this morning, only for him to show up and relieve so much of the pain in seconds. She considers herself quite fortunate to be close with a fire mage like this. "...Do you think you could do this for me forever?"

"Of course," Natsu couldn't see how that could even be a question. He'll always be here for her when she needs him.

"You sure? Forever is a long time…"

"Yeah, it's not like it's hard to lay here with my hand on your stomach."

Lucy let out a quiet giggle, "That's not just it, though. Like, would you do it even in the distant future? When we're older?"

"...I don't see why not."

"Okay, and even when we go off and get married?"

"Uh, obviously… C'mon, I thought you were smarter than this, Luce."

"What? Don't start with that," She rolled her eyes, "Do you actually think our future spouses would be okay with us cuddling once month?"

Natsu stared at her, and when she didn't get a response, Lucy pulled away from his embrace to look into his eyes. He seemed genuinely confused, like there was something he was silently trying to wrap his head around. 

"...Lucy."

"Yeah? You're thinking pretty hard there-"

"Why wouldn't it be okay for us to cuddle once a month?"

"Oh, c'mon. You know why," Lucy's face began to flush. It was obvious that these moments were pretty intimate, she'd only been ignoring it because her cramps are too ruthless for her to be worrying about that sort of thing. 

But for him to be so confused, it was like he hadn't even noticed how close they are, and how close they've been since he started being her personal heating pad not too long after they met. Lucy assumed being able to lay with him like this was great progress in the direction she wished to go with him, but perhaps it's not reciprocated.

"Actually, nevermind. Just forget I asked-"

"Wait, I don't get why you think I'll stop doing this for you when we're married…"

"When we're-" Lucy shook her head, choosing to ignore his choice of words and the way they sounded, "Look, my future husband may not like you in my bed, holding me like this."

"...Yes I would, though? And you just asked me to do this for you forever, why would that change when you're my wife?"

It took a full minute for Lucy to process what he just said, and then another minute for her to replay it over and over in her head to make sure he really just said that. 

Her face was bright red, burning nearly as hot as his hands on her stomach. "N-Natsu…" She willed herself not to stutter, but it was impossible with the way he looked at her. 

"Yeah?"

"I didn't mean we'd be married to each other..!"

"What? Why?" Natsu's face broke out into a pout, and it was just the cutest thing. 

Now, Lucy's heart felt like it'd just explode. "Oh my gosh! You seriously- I- I don't even-" She was at a lost, she'd been harboring these feelings for so long, just for him to blatantly admit something like that. "You… you'd wanna marry me?"

"Uh, duh?" This whole conversation had Natsu so confused, "We're basically already married anyway."

"W-what!? No we are not..!"

"We're not..?"

"No!"

"Oh…" Now the sadness on his face doubled, causing Lucy's heart to get tight.

"But…" She took in a deep breath. If he could say it so casually, she need to be upfront with him too, "I mean… I'm not opposed to being l-like… that with you…"

"Oh, so you're cool with it?"

"...Yeah, I'm c-cool with it."

"Cool. Now let's get married so you won't have to ask stupid questions like that!"

"Huh!?" Lucy squeaked when he began to sit up, stopping him before he could start carrying her, "Wait, lay back down!"

"Oh, right," He almost forgot about her current predicament, laying right back down and warming up his hands to offer her comfort. "We'll do it once you're done."

"Oh my gosh…" Lucy still wasn't convinced that this was real life right now, and that he was actually serious about this, "...We can't just go off and get married, Natsu."

"Huh? Says who?" Now he seemed to assume there was something coming in between them, the angry look on his face nearly making Lucy laugh.

"We aren't even dating yet…"

"...So?"

"So, we can't just get married when you haven't even… asked me on a date yet…" Lucy played with the loose ends of her hair, now refusing to look him in his eyes. It was easier to say these things knowing that he wants something like this, but it's still incredibly embarrassing. 

"Oh."

"Y-yeah…"

The room fell back into silence, and Lucy let out an awkward cough when she realized he wasn't going to say anything more on the subject. "Uh, Natsu?"

"Hm?"

"...We can't get married before we start dating…"

"Yeah, I heard ya."

"...So, ask me on a date, silly!"

"Oh," Natsu had just assumed that was a rejection, he didn't know he could just ask like that, "Okay, uh, wanna go on a date?"

"I do!" As Lucy engulfed him in a big hug, Natsu's own heart began to flutter. She could be pretty confusing at times, but he was glad to have her right here. 

"We can get married now, right?"

"Ugh," Lucy tightened the hug so she could hide her flushed face, "I don't know if you're doing this on purpose…"

He wasn't, but if it got her to react like this, he'd be sure to keep it up. "You're so weird."

"Me? You literally just assumed we'd get married! Imagine if I didn't feel the same…"

Natsu growled, he did not like imagining that. Besides, it was pretty obvious to him at this point, it's not like Lucy just let's anyone cuddle with her. 

"And to answer your question- we can't get married now, that commitment takes time to think about."

"Eh? But I've had plenty of time…"

"...You've been thinking about it for that long?" Lucy's eyes sparkled, but she quickly brought herself back to reality, "I mean, no. That's something we'd need to discuss together in due time."

Still, Natsu couldn't understand why she'd want to wait so long, but if all she wants is time, he was willing to be patient. "Alright."

"Mhm. Leave it to you to wanna get married before we've even…"

"Hm? 'Before we've even' what?"

"...N-no, nevermind."

"C'mon, Lucy, I wanna know what else I gotta do."

"We, uh, we haven't had our first kiss…" 

At the same time, they leaned back to gouge the other's expression, their eyes darting to each other's lips. 

Lucy stifled an awkward laugh as she saw the look on Natsu's face, "Oh my gosh, are you blushing?"

He huffed, she was acting like her face isn't bright red right now. Before Lucy could convince herself that she shouldn't have said that, Natsu cupped her cheek and inched closer, her face heating up with each second. 

Lucy knew he'd go for it as soon as she said that, and she fought the urge to cowar away when his lips came down to meet hers. 

The kiss was quick and clumsy, but it had Natsu grinning against her lips and puffing out his chest in pride. 

Lucy let herself giggle once they separated, she was overcome with giddiness and excitement. In her head, things would've been more romantic than an awkward confession in her bed while she's battling period cramps, but that doesn't matter right now. 

"Can we kiss again?" Natsu mumbled, already leaning towards her lips.

Lucy answered by closing in the space between them, crashing her lips onto his and deepening the kiss. 

Her hands ran along his body, feeling him up and down and enjoying every second before they had to separate for air. 

"...Amazing," Lucy mumbled, though it wasn't like she had anything to base the kiss on. 

Natsu was in the same boat, and he was actually more concerned about kissing her some more. "Yeah… Amazing."

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Y/n, I am your father

You find out a not-so-nice secret

A/n: Just dumping out some stories (I wrote on a doc that's way too long) so here we go, sorry that it kinda sucks. I had just read the Baker Street Irregulars and finished when I wrote it, so...

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You nodded silently, and Mycroft pretended to roughly shove you into the room.

Moriarty’s eyes widened.

Mycroft didn’t tell you why he needed you for info, you just liked helping Sherlock and Mycroft asked you to.

“So” Mycroft started, his voice stronger than before. “Where?”

“I’ll never tell” But his voice had lost it’s usual teasing tone.

It was actually slightly… Scared?

Mycroft pulled the gun slightly out of his pocket and gave him a look.

No response.

You knew what was coming, he had warned you.

In a second, the gun was pressed on your temple.

“DON’T” He shouted.

“Well?” Mycroft asked.

“No” Moriarty replied. “You’d never shoot an innocent”

You just stared straight ahead, after working with Sherlock for a few years, you learned the art of faking fear.

And it was convincing. There were silent tears flowing down your cheeks, and a pleading look in your eyes.

The safety clicked off.

You pretended to start breathing a bit harder.

“Don’t” He pleaded. “Don’t shoot her”

“Well?” Mycroft repeated.

“Fine” He sighed. “Fine, just get her out of here”

Mycroft pretended to shove you out once again.

You still had honestly no idea what was going on.

Sherlock and John were waiting outside.

“So is anyone gonna tell me why I was just used to threaten the Napoleon of crime?” You asked.

“He wouldn’t even understand why” John joked.

“Is that just because he’s a psycho-”

“Sociopath” Sherlock corrected.

“Sociopath or because he doesn’t know basic knowledge?” You finished.

“Sociopath” John answered with no hesitation.

“Well then I could probably-”

“It’s not something you should know at thirteen” John interrupted.

“So… I’m mature enough to help solve murders that Scotland Yard can’t, but because I’m thirteen, I’m too young to know that I’m the kid of Moriarty?” Shocked stares were given to you by both.

The rest of the walk was silent.

When you got there, you asked “So is anyone gonna tell me if I’m right or not? I’m new to this observation thing”

Silence.

“Why am I not allowed to know that I’m related to a murderer? I feel like it would be easier to cope with if I know for sure” You asked angrily.

Once again no response from them, who were both staring at you at this point.

“Fuck you” A few tears ran down your cheeks. “Fuck both of you” You grabbed your scarf off of the hook and ran out.

You wandered around for a few hours. You checked your phone every time they called in case it was a friend, or Mycroft or Lestrade, since they sometimes called you or John because who knew when Sherlock had his phone on him, even less likely that he’d even answer.

It was Sherlock or John, spamming your phone with calls for literally two hours straight.

When they finally stopped, you considered going back, it was getting pretty cold, but you decided against it.

You ignored your phone when it rang.

And again.

After the fifth time you checked it.

It was Mycroft.

“Fuck” You mumbled and picked up.

“I was getting worried” He said in a calm tone.

“Yeah, sorry, John and Sherlock were spamming my calls an hour ago” You sighed “I have over two hundred missed calls”

“Why?” Mycroft asked.

“It doesn’t matter” You replied.

“Then I assume you don’t want to talk about it” Mycroft said, and you sighed a sigh of relief. “Anyway, the reason I’m calling is that I’d like to say thank your help on behalf of the british government for your help”

You grinned for a minute.

“I’ve got a meeting in-” “Is Moriarty my Dad?” You asked, unable to keep it off your chest.

He hung up.

It took all your will not to smash the phone on the ground.

You just sighed and shivered.

It was cold.

And it was getting dark.

You probably should have gone back. But you were mad. And spiteful, so you didn’t.

You sat on a bench crying for two hours or so.

The sky was black when you stopped.

You ate dinner at a restaurant and continued wandering around.

You overheard someone say “I hope Y/n’s alright” It was John’s voice.

So you started walking away.

“Is that Y/n?” Sherlock asked.

You started running.

“Y/N!” John called.

You started running faster.

“Y/N!” He shouted again.

It must have looked bad, the world’s greatest detective and his assistant running after a thirteen year old girl, and some people stood in between you and them (Sherlock shoved them aside)

Somehow they caught up to you, and John tried to grab your arm, which caused you to fall, and your knee was bleeding and your jeans torn.

Now you were cold, angry, hurt, and honestly a bit scared.

John just stared for a minute with Sherlock behind him, as if he didn’t know what he had just done.

You were crying.

Sherlock, who had no experience with human emotions, just watched.

John offered his hand to help you up, but you got up by yourself, and turned away from them and walked away.

Your knee hurt pretty bad, but you didn’t care.

They were calling your name, but you didn’t care.

You wanted the truth, and you couldn’t have that.

You just wanted to know that your father was even alive.

“Y’know you’re gonna need to sleep somewhere, right?” John called.

“Y’know I can stay awake for over forty-eight hours, right?” You shot back.

“Y/n” Sherlock said.

“Shutup” You mumbled.

“Y/n” Sherlock repeated. “It doesn’t matter what emotions you’re feeling, we need you to come back for your own safety”

“WHY?” You shouted angrily. “I’m not allowed to know who my Dad is, but I’m okay to be used as bait to Moriarty for information with no idea why, and I need to be taken back ‘for my own safety?’ I’ve had guns to my face before and I don’t care!”

The people there were probably in shock. There was a whole lot of blood on your knee.

“Y’know what, I’m willing to make a deal. Tell me if he’s my Dad or not and I’ll go back. Deal?”

Silence.

You walked away.

You went back to Baker street and convinced Mrs. Hudson to let you spend the night in 221C.

You woke up to some hard knocks on the door.

“Y/n” Sherlock said.

“Fuck you” You said groggily.

“Y/n, we need you in the flat.” Sherlock said, and he unlocked the door.

You were curled up in a ball with some gauze on your knee.

That’s how you fell asleep.

Your knee was hurting like heck.

“Are you alright?” John asked.

“Of course, I’m fine, last night was great” You grumbled sarcastically.

“Y/n for god’s sake I-”

“John, leave her alone” Sherlock interrupted, walking in and sitting down next to you. “She had a horrible night and now you’re going to ruin today for her as well”

“Thank you” You sniffled.

Sherlock smiled warmly. John looked surprised.

“Darling, look, I-”

‘I just want you guys to tell me the truth, okay? I- I’m getting good at the observation thing, and there’s no other reason, just tell me, okay?” You asked.

“He’s your father” Sherlock said blatantly. “It’s obvious, I actually assumed you knew sooner”

“Thanks Sherlock, she’s going to have a wonderful time trying to deal with that-”

“Thanks for telling me, anyway, you guys have those large band-aids in the flat, right?”