#because it definitely takes Elliot by surprise

[thelogicalghost]

I'm sure Nate isn't homophobic - the show makes it pretty clear that all his catholic guilt is directed firmly inwards and we never see even a hint of disapproval over others' personal lives - but he's still an older white guy and definitely defaults to cishet assumptions.

Which makes me desperately want, like, a 5+ type fic of gay flirting for the con where Nate progressively gets his mind blown.

Because Sophie flirting with a woman might throw him for a beat or two, but she's a world class grifter and an actress, of course she can flirt with anyone

And then Parker had to be taught how to flirt in the first place and she's Parker so sure, she's completely faking it either way, she has no internal biases, okay

The first time a man chats up Hardison and the hacker reacts exactly the same way he does when he tries to flirt with women, Nate is so glad Sophie takes over the comms to give flirting advice because it takes him half a minute to recalibrate and edit his expectations

But then Sophie's failing to hook a mark and Elliot steps in without missing a beat, flashing his farm boy smile, and Nate is finally like, "how is it that I'm the only one here who's surprised by any of this?" and the team just shrugs and goes "idk that sounds like a you problem"

The +1 is the only time Nate attempts it and they all agree to never try that again because it was awkward and embarrassing for everyone involved

[terastalungrad]

I'm reading Life in Code by Ellen Ullman, writings on tech and philosophy.

I love the chapter "Is Sadie the Cat a Trick?", where Ullman talks of the 19 years she had with her cat Sadie, and - while reflecting on Artificially Intelligence - wonders whether the relationship between them was an illusion.

Was Sadie merely behaving according to her "programming"? Was Ullman merely imagining sentience?

Ullman considers various aspects of her relationship with Sadie. First, companionship. Second, familiarity:

[H]er coming to meet me at the door (even when her bowl was full, so it was not in the hope of getting dinner). There was mutual recognition of ritual: I knew the time of day when she moved to her favourite chair to take the sun, so I anticipated it and raised the shade. She knew I wrote in the morning, and, before I got to the desk, she was lying on her pillow by the heater, which had not yet been turned on. If it were just warmth she'd wanted, she could have stayed in bed with Elliot, who was living with me by then. Instead, she decided she would wait for me by a cold heater.

I love this paragraph very much. This reflection on the familiar behaviour of a pet, ostensibly to work out if there's a difference between a pet and sufficiently advanced AI. But also, it seems to me that this is an investigation into love itself.

Did Ullman's cat love her? Do any of our pets love us?

Instinctively, we think "yes". Ullman has applied a programmer's mind - and a philosopher's mind - to the question:

Companionship, familiarity, expectation, mutual recognition, bodily comfort: if this is not a definition of love between aging creatures, I don't know what is.

I'm away from home for a few days, with gigs in London and Birmingham. I always miss my wife when I'm away, and this essay hasn't helped at all thank you.

It makes me think of our own rituals. Sometimes - not often - I'm awake before Elanor. I know what time her alarm will go off, so I join her in bed a minute before, so she wakes up gently to a cuddle before the cold brutality of the alarm. When I'm working in the study, Elanor will sometimes open the door a crack, and wait to be invited in.

This is the difference between love and programming. Last time I was away, Elanor defrosted the freezer - an accomplishment of immense bravery and determination. She didn't tell me this, but when I came home she challenged me to work out what chore she'd done while I was away - knowing that, letting me discover this action by opening the freezer would be the best possible way for me to find out she'd done this.

How did Elanor know this? We've been together 20 years this month. Perhaps she reflected on the fact that I'm delighted by surprise, and by playfulness. Maybe she thought about the way I like stories - and that investigating the house, searching for new jobs completed, would give me the thrill of an adventure. It's possible she considered my love of novelty and shared experiences - and came up with this way of presenting her accomplishment according to these principles; these techniques for controlling the reveal.

All of this *could* be true. That Elanor consciously processed, analysed the data. Her understanding of me. Maybe, perhaps, possibly.

But I think she just knew.

Familiarity. Expectation. Recognition. Love between aging creatures!

People are so excited that generative AI can produce ugly pictures and bland copy. But I don't think it would curl up in front of a cold heater in an empty study.

Because any relationship with a program is an illusion. It isn't love. Because love isn't defrosting the freezer. Love is defrosting the freezer while your partner's away, anticipating their response, looking forward to their joy.

[stardewstardropthoughts]

How the bachelors are when you go down on them for the first time, MDNI pls

Harvey

He’s nervous literally all the time but now especially

Does not know what to do with his hands

Worried you won’t think he’s adequate enough

I feel like he’s probably a modest 6 inches, decent girth, definitely trims but doesn’t fully shave

Very sensitive balls, will cum quickly if you play with them while sucking his cock

Kinda fists the sheets unless you tell him it’s okay to grab your hair

Will involuntary buck his hips, tries to apologize immediately when you gag around him but gets cut off by a deep groan

Let’s you know when he’s gonna cum so that you can pull away if you want, you don’t.

Is surprised when you swallow, he thinks it’s hot but he only wants you to swallow if you want to

Alex

Mans excited

He dreams about this probably like three times a week

Dudes just horny 24/7 honestly so he was agreeing immediately and ready to whip it out when you suggested it

I think he’s probably a little big at like 8.5 inches and decently thick, probably a bit curved up too

He doesn’t usually shave but I think he would for at-least the first time you go down on him out of curtousy

Does not hold back his grunts and praise, makes sure you know your doing good

“Just like that baby” “don’t stop, yoba don’t stop please” “doing so good for me, just a little more, there you go”

Literally can’t shut up, hands in your hair guiding you just how he likes it

Wants to cum down your throat, will be absolutely thrilled if you let him

Wants to return the favor immediately

Shane

Equally nervous, hasn’t had someone go down on him in a long time

Showers and trims up a bit first so he can be fresh and clean for you

I think he’s about 7 inches and a bit skinnier then Harvey, curves to the right just slightly

Definitely has experience from his college days but he may be a bit rusty

Will guide you gently until he’s sure he can fuck your throat the way he wants

Doesn’t talk to much but makes little grunting sounds and a few praises every now and then

Established some safety guidelines first, tap his thigh three times if you need to stop

Likes it rough, a very gentle scrap of teeth is fine with him

“You can take the whole thing, it’s not that hard” “that’s a good little slut, just like that”

Makes sure your alright after since he can be pretty rough, has water and lozenges on standby for you

Tons of cuddles after and he will of course return the favor if you’ll let him

Sam

Eager boy

Not the most experienced but not a virgin either

Definitely not shaved or trimmed

Probably around 5 inches, decent girth and no curve, also uncut

He probably accidentally shoved his whole cock in your mouth because he was to eager

Definitely apologizes and feels a bit bad about it

Also does not know what to do with his hands, settles for resting them on his thighs

Moans unabashedly, literally could not keep quiet if he tried

He has a napkin on standby for you if you don’t swallow

Will pull you in for a hot and heavy kiss immediately after so he can taste himself on your tounge

Does not know what he’s doing when he returns the favor but he’s a quick and eager learner

Sebastian

Total virgin I just know it

He’s so nervous he thinks he might actually explode

Shaved bare because he was nervous you wouldn’t like hair

Will not last long at all and he’s very embarrassed by that but you assure him you don’t mind

He’s about 6.5 inches and thick, curved to the left

Very sensitive balls as well

He probably only lasts around five minutes but who can blame him

He’s never felt something so warm and wet and nice before

You swallow and he’s already at half mast again he thinks it’s so hot

Teach him how to pleasure you, he’ll learn quick, that muscle memory from video game controllers comes in very handy 😌

Elliot

He’s probably only had one or two previous partners before you

He’s definitely well trimmed, basically has no hair down there, likes to keep it well maintained

Probably around 7 inches and skinny, uncut and slightly curved down

Uses his hair tie to put your hair in a ponytail if it’s long enough

Likes to hold onto that so he can gently guide you

Is a very slow sensual type of lover, doesn’t want to go to rough because he doesn’t want to ever hurt you

Literally the only time you can get him to stop talking is when he’s inside you in some form

Definitely wants you to swallow his cum but won’t make you

Also pulls you into a passionate kiss after before returning the favor

He’s very skilled with his tounge if you know what I mean 😌

[valley-of-headcanons]

I just stumbled across your blog and I really love your headcanons! If you had the time, I was wondering if you could do the bachelors reacting to a mute farmer?

bachelors with a mute!farmer || headcanons

being mute isn't as hard when you have these considerate men around <3

warning: this is under the assumption that the reader cannot speak at all! all include sign language as a form of communication :) other warnings are that certain townies are VERY SLIGHTLY ableist (jodi, george). take this whole story with a grain of salt, as i am not mute! i tried my hardest, however, please let me know if something is wrong/offensive/just straight up stupid! i'd love to learn where i went wrong :)

requested by: anon, thank you so much for requesting! and i deeply apologize for the fact that this took around a year to come out ... oopsie daisy ... my stardew valley hyperfixation went bye bye but guess who's backkkk?? anyway! here you go, better late than never :)

alex

• Alex honestly had no idea what to do when he realized that you were mute. He had no idea what to do, and you saw it on his face. He wanted to interact with you, you looked pretty interesting, but ... he had no idea where to start. So, you offered to teach him sign. He was surprised to see that you had that much faith in him, and he rejected initially, but ... he really wanted to have a new friend. It seemed like you were a genuine person, and he needed that in his life. So he did.

• You taught him sign, and this was probably one of the hardest things he's done. He believes he's not very bright, so he's incredibly nervous. But he works so hard for you! He didn't really know why he did, as you were just a new neighbor. Maybe you could be more? You could be a true friend! That's what he's looking forward to the most.

• As he began getting fluent and he learned more about you, the more he enjoyed being around you. Someone actively took a chance on him, and he's forever grateful. He opened up a lot to you, and you reassured him through all of it. He was the smartest person you knew because of how well he picked up sign ... he cried a little bit, although he really doesn't want to admit that.

• He realized how close you've gotten, and how his feelings haven't stopped growing for you. So, he had to do something about it! A soft, well-candlelit dinner was prepared for you, and he asked you out fully through sign! He had worked so hard on preparing a fully thought-out speech through sign for you ... it was so incredibly sweet. He really does love you.

• Alex was incredibly defensive of you, and would probably fight anyone who tried him. He even had several arguments with George. He wasn't the most supportive and definitely had some comments, especially since he literally couldn't see the sign ... but through Alex, he was convinced. Everything was fine, especially with Alex doing his best to convince those around him.

• Overall, Alex loves you and it shows. It shows through every piece of sign that he learns, every action that he does for you, and everything that he says to you and others. He adores every aspect of you, and he loves your bravery and your amazing soul. He can't get enough of you.

elliot

• Elliot is definitely a romantic, and when you didn't respond to his minor flirting, he was very confused. But when he realized you were mute, he dramatically gasped and apologized, basically dropping to his knees. He felt horrible, and promised to make it up to you.

• For a while, you talked back and forth through letters, since he was often stuck at home writing. He finds that he can write a lot more through his letters to you than he can his own book. Isn't that strange? He brings it up to you in one of his letters, and he eventually invites you over to his cabin. He bounces ideas for his book off of you, and strangely, it's so much easier to communicate with you ... how strange.

• He ends up learning sign for you in his free time, although it takes a while due to his busy schedule. He still prefers to write letters to you, it seems much more personal and definitely more romantic. He eloquently writes about his life and inquires you about yours.

• Elliot realizes that maybe this situation isn't just romantic to be romantic ... maybe there were feelings underneath, feelings that Elliot had never truly felt before. He ended up writing poetry about you, pages and pages. He can't get you out of his head! He had to let you know. You found out through a book of poetry sitting in your mailbox, and after reading through it, it was undeniable that it was about you. He was infatuated ... and so were you.

• He's incredibly protective of you, making sure to keep you out of harm's way as much as possible. If anyone were to say so much as one hateful word to you, he'd make a scene. With his dramatic flare, he'd declare them an imbecile and swoop you away to a safe place. It's in his nature, did you think anything less?

• Elliot'e romantic side has never been greater than with you. Romance and genuine feelings have always been apart in his mind, but they've both culminated in a beautiful love with you. He doesn't mind your muteness, he finds it beautiful and inspiring. You're his muse, of course.

harvey

• Harvey is incredibly understanding, and he tried his best to understand you as much as possible! He has no problem learning how to communicate with you and how to help you out as much as possible! He's the most understanding of your condition, and asks many questions about how and why you're this way. Not in a hateful way or anything, he just wants to understand you fully!

• As your doctor, he's definitely concerned for your health at first, but his nerves are calmed eventually. He slowly works toward getting to know you despite your condition, and he loosens up a little bit. He's so sweet and kind toward you, and he can't believe he's befriended someone as lovely as you.

• He opens up about his color blindness soon enough, and how debilitating it can seem. You bond over that, and he finds it easy to open up to you. He's used to being the listener, it's literally his profession, but it's nice to be listened to for once.

• Harvey realized this was a lot more than just a friendship, due to his heart racing when he's around you ... wow. He didn't expect this, and he really doesn't know how to act on it. But as you two hang out on the pier of the beach one night, he can't help but admire you instead of the stars. You notice, and he can't hide it anymore. He asks so nervously if you feel the same way he does. You answer with a gentle kiss on his cheek. He melts.

• He is very defensive of your condition, if someone says anything slightly derogatory, he will go off on a medical tangent. He justifies everything with an array of medical terms, enough to put anyone at a loss for words. Once Harvey silences the other person, he apologizes heavily, but still defends his love.

• Harvey loves you, and it shows through his concern for you and his deep affection for you. You're such an amazing and brave person, and he admires every bit of it. He admires you more than anything, and he would reshape the world if it meant to keep you safe.

sam

• Sam, despite his loud and energized nature, doesn't mind the fact that you're mute! He finds interacting with you regulating, in some kind of way. He has to calm down a bit to concentrate on communicating effectively with you. He enjoys talking to someone who has such a different viewpoint on life!

• Sam actually knew sign language before he met you! While in the war, Kent had sent a letter home that he had gone have deaf due to the constant noise of the war. Jodi then forced her family to learn sign language as soon as possible, so communicating with him was incredibly easy!

• Being able to actually use his sign language is actually pretty fun! He's very fluent, and he enjoys seeing your personality through your sign. He also enjoys your personality in general, how you overcome not speaking and your bravery. He finds that you both enjoy music, and it's a major bonding point between the two of you.

• Showing each other different songs that you enjoy was a staple of your hangout sessions. He finds those evenings the ones that he looks forward to the most, watching you smile and bop your head to the music. It's soft, it's sweet, it's ... lovely. As his feelings approach him, he can't get you out of his head ... his writer's block comes to an end. Eventually, he ends up playing a song for you. The love that he has for you is evident through the lyrics. And then ... a soft kiss as the song goes on, you would probably scream in joy if you could.

• His mom is ... not the most fond of you being mute. He doesn't really care, as he mostly just ignores her. He loves her but good god, her views ... so, he chooses your friendship more than anything. And when you two travel to something more, he chooses that over the relationship with his mother. She has a few passive aggressive comments, but she eventually gets over it enough to only give you a few side-eyes.

• Despite every hardship, Sam loves you. Every aspect of you is perfect in his eyes, and he wouldn't change anything about you. Sam adores your wonderful personality, despite not ever really hearing a voice behind your wonderful words. He doesn't care, you're you, and that's what matters.

sebastian

• Sebastian is the most quiet of all of the bachelors, so it makes sense that he would be naturally drawn to someone with a similar vibe. He doesn't mind the fact that you don't speak, and he finds ways to adjust.

• At first, he doesn't put too much effort into learning sign language to communicate. He doesn't see the reason why, you're just another person in town. But after Sam started speaking to you through sign language and you crossed paths more ... he decided to, why not?

• After talking to you, he realized that you have a lot in common. This makes him excited to finally have someone to relate to, and more and more, he asks you to hang out. Most of the time you end up doing things together in silence, but when you do talk, it's deep and personal.

• Falling for you was not his intention and came out of absolutely no where. He thought he was destined to spend the rest of his life shrouded in darkness, but this one quiet beam of light pulled him out of that. Huh. How odd. It took a lot of mutual pining for this to come to the surface, however. You called out that he accidentally used the sign for “I love you” when saying goodbye ... his pale face went bright red. Safe to say, you didn't say goodbye that evening. A long talk and a kiss goodnight, you two ended up together. As you should be.

• He doesn't really give the time of day to the people who don't understand you. A deep side eye and an aggressive sigh usually escape him, but he tells you not to worry about it. He shows you that he loves you no matter what, and “people fucking suck.”

• Sebastian relates heavily to you, and really loves you. He can't believe he's found someone who relates to him so well, but also has such a kind and genuine soul. He loves you more than life itself and enjoys your company more than anything on this planet.

shane

• Shane is probably the most guarded person in Stardew Valley, and it shows when he meets you. He could care less about you at first, pretty much ignoring your every movement. He doesn't really care that you're mute, he just doesn't care about you period. He's not really there yet, mentally.

• However, things change when you offer him a beer. He's confused by your kindness, and you can't really explain yourself because he doesn't understand sign. His curiosity is piqued. So, he asks Marnie if she knows any sign, and she refers him to Jodi, who eventually refers him to Sam. He hates the idea of having to work with Sam, but he can't help himself. He was too curious.

• After picking up a bit, he ends up offering you a beer in solidarity. He then thinks for a moment before showing the sign for beer. Your excitement warms his rather cold heart ... that's new. He just communicates by speaking, but he can read sign, so that seems like enough in his eyes.

• He finds it easy to talk to you, as you're such an interesting and perseverant person. It inspires him to begin working on himself. He pushes himself to work hard ... for you. Huh. Then, as if the sky was falling around him, he realized he was falling for you. He began pushing you away, until you basically cornered him at the bar. You took him to a private room where he rambled on about how perfect you were and how he was just going to ruin you. You eventually just signed “love ?” He looked like a scared child and just nodded. He signed “I love you” with shaking hands. But of course, so did you.

• His assholery is on full display when someone tries to come at you. He doesn't do it as eloquently or kind as some others, he just curses and insults until they shut their trap. They have no room to talk in his eyes.

• Despite his cold nature, Shane really does love you. He has no problems with your nature and sees it as a contrast to his own nature. He finds that enamoring and beautiful, unlike himself. He's working on himself, for you.

[wrightingdungeon]

SDV Bachelors reactions to birthday gifts

Forgive the rust last time i made one of these was 2017/18. Coming out of a “retirement”

Alex: You had already helped him build the man cave at the saloon, He had Gus and Emily help him confess with a beautiful dinner, now it was Alex’s birthday, and truth be told you had NOTHING. You had been focusing on the Luau and all your time and energy went into that. Walking into the kitchen to make breakfast and think, you saw it, His mother's music box proudly on the fireplace mantle. You would never touch the box due it how it had begun to age, but you did remember the song. Alex woke up to an empty bed and an empty home. Getting up he looked around for you. “Baby?” He saw you had been out because there were ingredients on the counter, but it's like you just vanished. Walking outside to see if you had gone out to get something from the farm he saw it empty, shrugging and getting ready he went about his day, knowing you would pop up. He was watering the crops and taking a break every now and again to spray the dog, your dog loved biting the water so much, it reminded him of when Dusty was a puppy. “Alex!” He heard you yell out, turning to look he smiled seeing you walk over to him, hiding something? “What is that baby?” He asked turning off the water. “I wanted to get you something, but I didn't know what.” He watched as you pulled out a pretty little box. “I had Robin and Clint's rush make it….I hope you like it.” He took the box and looked at it noticing it looked like his music box, winding the key and opening it, tears flooded his eyes, it was his music box! But the music was clearer, it wasn't dulled with age. “Farmer…” Looking at you tears running down his face he grabbed you into a hug. “I don't deserve you.”

Elliot: What do you get a person who's a living romance novel protagonist? That question racked your brain over and over, flowers? Not enough… More Ink? Not good enough…What do you get for Elliot? Looking over at his study your eyes flashed with an idea. He wasn't able to bring his piano with him when he moved in with you. Robin had no idea how to build a piano so now you are stuck biting your nails that Elliot's new piano won't be there on time for his birthday, stupid train. On his birthday it was not delivered before he woke up so plan B was in order. You spend the whole day pampering him, just caught lobster, a new duck feather pillow you definitely did not panic make two days ago, and all sorts of colored inks that you now owe Emily a few favors for. As you both were sitting at the table eating a Cappuccino Mousse Cake, you heard a loud knock at the door. “Who at this hour?” Elliot asked going to stand. “I got it, birthday boy.” Watching him sit with a smile you opened the door and peeked outside seeing the piano on dollys ready to be moved in. Looking out into the distance seeing Linus, Robin, and Willy running off you smiled making a note to pay them back for the late-night rush delivery. “Elliot, come here actually. I have one more gift.” You leaned back and opened the door wide so he could see the shiny new piano. “Oh my…My Love…I” It was the first time you had seen the smooth talker voiceless. “You truly are sent from the heavens…”

Harvey: Looking out the bus window Harvey sighed, he rarely left Pelican Town, but you had insisted he shut down the practice for a day or two, reassuring if something happened Maru knew almost as much as he did and could hold the town over for a few days. “Can I ask where we are going now?” He asked turning back to look at you. “Nope.” was all you said as you flipped a page in your book. “At least a city or the bus stop's name?” He asked blinking his eyes at you knowing he might be able to sweeten you up, looking up from your book with a small smirk on your lips all you said was “Z” Oh you were driving him crazy, he loved it, but he wanted to know! He had loved surprising you with the Hot Air Balloon Ride so this was probably just payback. An hour later Pam pulled into Zuzu City’s bus station and looked back. “I’ll see you in three days.” Your first day was just walking around looking at shops, a museum, going out to a nice dinner. “You know Farmer, this is a nice trip. Thank you for this gift.” He tilted his head confused hearing you giggle. “Oh, Harvey wait till tomorrow.” He had no idea that you had this planned, He gripped your hand tight and looked up swearing he could touch the bottom of the plane if he just reached up. “You Like your gift?” He heard you call over the roar of all the airplane engines. An airshow, you had brought him to the Zuzu city airfield to watch an air show. “Way better than the balloon….” He said stuck in child-like wonder, only to be pulled out of it by you kissing him. “Now I’d agree better than the balloon.”

Sam: You and Sam lived together now, but he hadn't seen you in a few days, and when he did you were busy hauling wood, glass, and other stuff up to Robins, something to do with the basement. He knew you were a busy Farmer, but he didn't think you were so busy you couldn't give him a kiss or a hug. He was sitting on the porch strumming his guitar, trying to figure out if he had said something? Did something? Forgot your Birthday! Wait no his birthday was coming up….His Birthday was coming up. He sat up and smiled thinking he figured it out, it had to be his birthday, it was silly, but he began to follow you around. All he saw was you cutting trees, shearing sheep, and bringing it to Robin. After a few days of playing spy and starting to wonder what was happening with Robin and your basement. One day he came home and noticed all his band equipment was gone, his heart was crushed, was he wrong about everything. “Sam? Is that you?” He heard you call from the basement. “Baby where are my drums…” He whines softly while making his way to you. “Come down here…I actually need your help…” Making his way down his heart exploded, there on the other side of the basement was a recording booth, an actual recording booth, you were sitting in the middle of his drum set all sprawled out. “I tried to set it up like you showed me….but I think I’m doing it wrong…” All Sam could do was hug you with tears in his eyes. “For me?” His head was buried in your shoulder, and you could feel the tears falling. “Sam baby, I-I’m sorry I'll get it fi-” He kissed you before you could finish. “I love you so much, Farmer.”

Sebastian: Your brain hurts staring at the screen, tabs upon tabs open. Lore about goblins, elves, healers, tanks, balancing encounters, and how to create a functioning story. Solarion Chronicles was so fun when Sebastion and Sam helped you with it, but now you are starting to think your mind will explode if you try to understand how to keep initiative in order. It paid off though a month later on Sebastian’s Birthday you had the home decked out, Sam helped you make food and drinks that are in Solarion Chronicles, and Abigail showed up for Sebastian and helped set up the map. Hearing Sebastian’s key in the door the three of you sprinted to your hiding spots, you pulled out a laser pointer and got your cat to help turn off the main light. “I’m back…You home baby?” He called out placing his helmet on the table next to the door and flicking on the light. “SURPRISE!” The three of you hopped out scaring Sebation a bit. “Holy Yoba!!! What's happ-” His voice trailed off looking around the house before his eyes landed on you three sitting around the coffee table, You behind the DM screen. “Roll for initiative, Sebby.” He smiled as he ran and hopped over the back of the couch landing next to Sam and Abigail with a soft comfy bounce, the three amigos ready for battle once again.

Shane: Shane was on the edge of the couch seat watching the Tunnelers play, it was a recording, but he loves Gridball and you loved seeing him happy. Looking over at him ready to set your plan into action, first things first get him to go to the kitchen and get “Napkins”. Reaching over to Shane to grab a slice of pizza, you ‘accidentally’ let it fall onto his shorts, you did the laundry anyway so fine with you. “Oop sorry Honey…” grabbing the remote pausing the game and pointing to the kitchen. “I ran out of paper towels but there are napkins in the top drawer, by the sink.” You said trying hard to keep an ‘I sowwy’ puppy face on. “It's alright, I would have done it if you hadn't.” He joked getting up and tossing the lost pizza towards the doggo. A grinch-like smirk crawled onto your face hearing the drawer open. “Baby there's no napkins just… Tickets?” He looked over at you like you had just told him to put shoes on his head. “Really? What kind of tickets~?” You asked letting him see your smirk. “What kind? Uhh” He looked at the tickets moving them a bit to focus his eyes. “They are….There Tunnelers Tickets!?!?” He was looking back and forth from ticket to you, ticket, you, ticket “Hold up this is next month!!?!” Back to you. “Really!! How did those get there!!” Giggles were pouring out of you now. “Why? What did I do?” He asked looking up at you. “One it's your birthday, two you have been a great help on the farm since Joja left.” Shane came back over to you pressing you into the couch and hugging you close and tight. “How did I get so lucky.”

[muiitoloko]

I read your fic about Elliot and I love your writing. Could you write something with him and maybe a more, not submissive but kind girl with who he used discipline domestic (like spanking not beating the hell out of her) in both way for punishing her when she gets on his nerves (and she does it only with him because she is comfortable and confident with her husband but not really in the day to day life) but also in a playful way to add some taste into their sexual life ? I think that kind of story really suit him. 

Title: Behind the barn.

Summary: You tease your husband, prompting Elliott to take you behind the barn to teach you a lesson.

Pairing: Elliot Marston × Fem! Reader

Warning: Smut.

Author's Notes: Hey there! I'm thrilled you enjoyed the Elliot fic! 😄 Your idea sounds intriguing and definitely fits his character. A kind girl who gets a little cheeky with some playful discipline? That could be a spicy twist! Don't worry, no "beating the hell out of her" here—just some fun and games! 😜 Thanks for the suggestion.

First and Second part here.

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You were feeling particularly mischievous that day as you watched your husband, Elliott, working in the bright sun. He looked very handsome in your opinion, his elegant and well-tailored clothing doing nothing to hide his commanding presence. His Zappa mustache and hooked nose gave him a distinguished air, and his baritone voice carried over the estate as he directed his men.

You couldn’t help but try to get his attention. Being disobedient was a surefire way to achieve that. You were a good wife most of the time, if not a little shy around people other than your husband, but today, you felt an irresistible urge to provoke him. You knew exactly how to do it: by being disobedient in front of his men. Elliott was not a violent husband, unlike some of the aggressive men your friends were married to, but he had a firm hand when it came to discipline. He preserved his strictness for those rare moments when you strayed from his expectations. And to your delight, those moments always ended in sex. Your bottom might be sore from his spankings, but you were always sexually satisfied.

You hatched a plan to irritate Elliott, eager to feel his firm hand again. With a coy smile, you made your way to the paddock where the men were working. You knew that your presence would be a distraction, but that was exactly what you wanted.

"Elliott," you called out sweetly, walking toward him with a deliberate sway in your hips. "I was thinking of taking the horses out for a ride."

Elliott turned to you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Not now, darling. The horses need to be rested."

"But I want to ride now," you insisted, your tone bordering on petulant.

Elliott’s men exchanged glances, clearly aware of the tension building. "You heard me," he said, his voice firm. "The horses need to rest."

You pouted, crossing your arms defiantly. "I don’t care. I’m taking one out for a ride."

Elliott’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with a mix of annoyance and something else—something that sent a thrill through you. "Don’t be foolish, woman. Do as I say."

Ignoring his command, you marched over to the stable and began to saddle a horse. The men watched, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement. You knew you were pushing Elliott’s limits, and that was exactly what you wanted.

Elliott strode over to you, his face a mask of controlled anger. "What do you think you’re doing?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

You looked up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently. "Just taking a ride, Elliott. What’s the harm?"

"The harm," he said through gritted teeth, "is that you’re disobeying me."

You gave him a cheeky smile. "And what are you going to do about it?"

Elliott’s eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and desire. "I’ll show you exactly what I’m going to do about it," he said, his voice a threatening whisper.

He grabbed your arm and led you away from the men, his grip firm but not painful. Once you were out of earshot, he pulled you close, his face inches from yours. "You’ve been very naughty," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "And you know what happens to naughty wives."

You shivered with anticipation, your defiance giving way to excitement. "Yes, Elliott," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "I know."

He led you to a secluded spot behind the barn, his eyes never leaving yours. "Bend over," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

You obeyed, your heart pounding with anticipation. Elliott positioned himself behind you, his hands sliding over your hips as he lifted your skirt. "You know you deserve this," he said, his voice a growl of desire.

Elliott pulled down your panties, his fingers grazing your skin as he muttered, "Naughty woman, is this what you wanted? To be spanked behind a barn?" You gripped the hay beneath your hands, the rough texture grounding you as you looked over your shoulder, feigning innocence.

"I just wanted to ride," you said sweetly, batting your eyelashes.

Elliott's eyes narrowed, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "I don't care what you wanted," he said, his baritone voice dripping with authority. "You disobeyed me, and now you'll be punished."

He patted your bottom firmly, watching it turn pink under his hand. "Count the spankings and thank me for each one," he commanded, his voice a growl.

"One, thank you, Elliott," you said, your voice trembling with anticipation.

"Two, thank you, Elliott," you continued, the sting of his hand sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

Elliott's strikes were firm and deliberate, each one a reminder of his dominance. "Three, thank you, Elliott," you moaned, feeling the heat spread across your skin.

He paused for a moment, his hand caressing the reddened flesh. "You like this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

"Yes," you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath. "I love it."

"Four, thank you, Elliott," you counted, your voice shaking with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Elliott's hand came down harder this time, the sound echoing in the quiet of the barn. "Five, thank you, Elliott," you gasped, your body arching towards him.

He smirked, his hand lingering on your bottom. "You're such a naughty girl," he murmured. "And naughty girls need to be taught a lesson."

"Six, thank you, Elliott," you whimpered, the pleasure intensifying with each strike.

Elliott's fingers trailed down your thigh, his touch sending shivers through your body. "Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?" he asked, his voice a seductive whisper.

"Not yet," you replied, your voice husky with desire. "I think I need more."

Elliott's eyes darkened with lust. "Very well," he said, his hand coming down again. "Seven, thank you, Elliott."

"Eight, thank you, Elliott," you cried out, your body trembling.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Nine, thank you, Elliott," you moaned, your voice filled with need.

"Ten, thank you, Elliott," you gasped, the final strike leaving your bottom throbbing and your body aching for more.

Elliott's hand gently rubbed your sore skin, his touch both soothing and arousing. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You took your punishment well."

He turned you around, his eyes locked onto yours. "Now, I think you deserve a reward," he said, his hands sliding up your thighs.

You shivered in anticipation, your body responding eagerly to his touch. "Yes, please," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.

Elliott's lips captured yours in a fierce kiss, his hands exploring your body with a possessive hunger. "You’re mine," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "And I’m going to make sure you never forget it."

You moaned into his mouth, your hands clutching at his shirt as he pressed you against the barn wall. His fingers slipped between your legs, teasing and tormenting you until you were gasping for breath.

"Elliott, please," you begged, your voice a desperate plea.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You’ve been such a good girl," he murmured, his fingers slipping inside you. "Now, let me show you how much I appreciate it."

Elliott removed his fingers from you, undid his pants just enough to free himself, and threw his gun aside. You glanced around nervously, aware that you were behind the barn and that at any moment one of Elliott’s men could come and catch you both in the act. But Elliott didn’t seem to care. His focus was solely on you, his eyes dark with lust as he stroked his cock for a moment before moving closer.

He grabbed your leg, lifting it to press you against the wall. The rough wood scratched against your back, but the sensation only heightened your anticipation. Elliott’s strength and determination were intoxicating, and you wrapped your legs around him, your hands clutching his shoulders for support.

"Elliott, we could get caught," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Let them watch," he growled, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine. "Let them see how I take what’s mine."

He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the head of his cock. "You’re mine, and I’m going to fuck you right here," he murmured, his voice dripping with authority.

Your body responded eagerly to his words, your hips arching toward him. "Please, Elliott," you begged, your voice a desperate plea. "I need you."

Elliott’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he thrust into you, his cock filling you completely. "That’s it," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Take me, darling. Take all of me."

You moaned loudly, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Elliott, oh God," you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then growing faster and harder. "You feel so good," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "So tight, so perfect."

You clung to him, your body pressed against the barn wall, the rough texture grounding you as his cock drove deeper inside you. "Elliott," you moaned, your voice filled with need. "Don’t stop."

He chuckled darkly, his hips slamming into yours with a force that left you breathless. "I have no intention of stopping," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Not until you’re screaming my name."

Your mind was a blur of pleasure and sensation, the fear of being caught only adding to the thrill. "Elliott," you gasped, your voice trembling with desire. "Please, harder."

Elliott’s eyes blazed with lust as he complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. "You like that, don’t you?" he growled, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew you’d have bruises later. "You like being fucked like this."

"Yes," you cried out, your voice breaking with the intensity of your pleasure. "Yes, Elliott, I love it."

Elliott suddenly grabbed the bodice of your dress, pulling it down to reveal your breasts to him. His eyes darkened with lust as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. You moaned at the sensation, your hands tangling in his hair. But Elliott gave a firm slap on your thigh, the sharp sting sending a thrill through you.

"Quiet," he murmured against your chest, his breath hot against your skin. "I don’t want my men hearing these sweet sounds. These sounds are for my ears only."

You bit your lip, trying to stifle your moans as Elliott’s mouth continued to work its magic on your breasts. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer as he thrust into you with increasing intensity. "You feel so good," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "So tight, so perfect."

"Elliott," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "Please, I need more."

He smirked against your skin, his teeth grazing your nipple before he pulled back slightly to look at you. "Oh, you’ll get more," he promised, his eyes blazing with lust. "But you need to be a good girl and stay quiet for me."

You nodded, your body arching towards him as he resumed his ministrations. The rough texture of the barn wall against your back only heightened the intensity of the sensations, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. Elliott’s hands moved to your thighs, lifting you higher as he drove deeper inside you.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "Take me, darling. Take all of me."

Your mind was a blur of pleasure, the fear of being caught adding to the thrill. You clung to Elliott, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to stay quiet. But the sensations were overwhelming, your body trembling with the intensity of it all.

"Elliott," you gasped, your voice barely more than a breath. "I’m so close."

Elliott smiled arrogantly, his charming side surfacing despite the strain in his arms from holding you in position for so long. "Quiet, darling," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. He shifted, guiding you towards the soft pile of hay, laying you down gently while he positioned himself on top of you.

"You like disobeying me, don’t you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "But here, you’re mine, and I’m going to remind you of that."

You shivered with anticipation, your body responding eagerly to his touch. Elliott’s hands roamed over your body, his fingers trailing over your skin with a possessive hunger. "You feel so good," he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. "So perfect."

He thrust into you again, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every moment. "Look at you," he growled, his voice dripping with authority. "Spread out beneath me, taking everything I give you."

Your moans were muffled by the hay, the rough texture a stark contrast to the soft warmth of Elliott’s body. "Please, Elliott," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "I need more."

Elliott’s eyes darkened with lust as he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful. "You’ll get more, darling," he promised, his voice a husky whisper. "But you have to be a good girl and take everything I give you."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessive hunger. "You’re mine," he growled against your lips. "And I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think of anything else."

Your body responded eagerly to his words, your hips arching towards him as he drove deeper inside you. "Elliott," you moaned, your voice filled with need. "Please, don’t stop."

Elliott smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I have no intention of stopping," he murmured, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Not until you’re screaming my name."

He pulled back slightly, his hands gripping your hips as he pounded into you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. "You feel so good," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "So tight, so perfect."

Your mind was a blur of pleasure, the intensity of his movements driving you closer to the edge. "Elliott," you gasped, your voice trembling. "I’m so close."

Elliott’s eyes blazed with lust as he drove deeper inside you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Come for me, darling," he growled, his voice filled with command. "Scream my name."

With one final, powerful thrust, you shattered, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. "Elliott!" you cried out, your voice echoing in the quiet of the barn.

Elliott groaned as he followed you over the edge, his release filling you completely. He collapsed beside you, his breath ragged as he pulled you into his arms. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You took that so well."

You lay there, entwined with him, your bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Elliott’s hands gently caressed your skin, his touch both soothing and arousing. "You’re mine," he whispered, his voice a possessive growl. "Always."

You smiled, your eyes heavy with exhaustion but your heart light with contentment. "I love you, Elliott," you murmured, your voice a sleepy whisper.

Elliott kissed your forehead softly before standing up. He pulled his pants up and secured his gun back in place with practiced ease. You straightened your dress and slipped your panties back on, your movements slow and deliberate as the afterglow of your encounter left you both satisfied and slightly sore.

Elliott’s eyes followed your every move, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "Now, be a good girl and get some rest," he murmured, his baritone voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "And this time, try to be obedient."

He gave you a firm slap on the ass, the sting a reminder of your earlier defiance. You gasped softly, your eyes meeting his with a mix of defiance and submission. "Yes, Elliott," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

Elliott’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl," he said, his voice filled with approval. "Now, go on. I’ll see you at home later."

You nodded, turning to leave the secluded spot behind the barn. As you walked away, you could feel Elliott’s eyes on you, the weight of his gaze a constant reminder of your place. You made your way back to the house, the sun high in the Australian sky, casting long shadows across the estate.

Once inside, you headed to your bedroom, your body still tingling from the intensity of your encounter. You lay down on the bed, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you settled into the comfortable mattress. Despite the soreness, you felt a deep sense of contentment, knowing that Elliott’s firm hand had once again brought you both to a place of intense pleasure and connection.

[hunnysnoops]

South Park Music HCs

What music I think the South Park characters would listen to.

Stan ✰ Kyle ✰ Kenny ✰ Cartman ✰ Wendy ✰ Bebe ✰ Heidi ✰ Tweek ✰ Craig ✰ Butters

With Spotify links!

Stan Marsh

Artists:

Radio Head

Siouxsie and the Banshees

Crywank

She Wants Revenge

System Of a Down

Slipknot

The Front Bottoms

Favourite Songs:

Atoma- Dark Tranquillity

Smokey Eyes- Lincoln

F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X- The Fall of Troy

Mr Grieves- Pixies

Misc:

Generally angsty

Gets embarrassed of his taste when he’s put on aux

He probably likes 90s dad rock

Whenever Stan listens to ‘System of a Down’ Cartman calls him ‘Syndrome of a Down’

Likes The Front Bottoms purely because he relates

Kyle Broflovski

Artists:

Dan Mangan

The Cure

Echo & the Bunnyman

Blur

Weezer

Billy Idol

Favourite Songs:

I Love You- Fontaines D.C.

Troubled Mind- Dan Mangan

The Killing Moon- Echo & the Bunnymen

Jumping Someone Else’s Train- The Cure

Candy- Paolo Nutini

Misc:

Cartman calls him a virgin for listening to Weezer

If he’s playing his music around you, he’ll sneak glances at you to see if you like it

Definitely has a poster for The Cure in his bedroom

Refuses to use Bluetooth headphones

Kenny McCormick

Artists:

Eminem

Outkast

Ini Kamoze

Car Seat Headrest

Cypress Hill

Limp Bizkit

Green Day

Favourite Songs:

Hits from the Bong- Cypress Hill

Sexy Drug- Falling in Reverse

Deadlines (Hostile)- Car Seat Headrest

Take A Look Around- Limp Bizkit

Misc:

Watches clips of Woodstock 99 on YouTube

Plays his music so loud that it spills through his headphones and gets weird looks for it

Listens to Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter with his little sister

Eric Cartman

Kanye West

T-Pain

Lady Gaga (we all saw this coming)

Rihanna

Black Eyed Peas

Oliver Tree

Pitbull

Favourite Songs:

Church- T-Pain, Teddy Verseti

Meet Me Halfway- Black Eyed Peas

I Can’t Stop- Will Smith

Bury Me Alive- Oliver Tree

Happiness is a Butterfly- Lana Del Rey

Misc:

Strikes me as the type of guy who doesn’t really listen to music

Unironically likes Oliver Tree (His music and him as a person)

Rips on everyone for their music but won’t tell them who he listens to

Lip syncs to Wiz Khalifa while flexing in the mirror

Listens to T-Pain and Will Smith to make him feel tough

Prefers podcasts

Wendy Testaburger

Artists:

The Shins

Gwen Stefani

Hozier

Grizzly Bear

Nelly Furtado

Olivia Rodrigo

Elliot Smith

Favourite Songs:

Swan Upon Leda- Hozier

Lacy- Olivia Rodrigo

Stand By Me- Ben E.King

Vienna- Billy Joel

Pocketful of Sunshine- Natasha Bedingfield

Misc:

Thunder makes her think of stan so she skips it

Relates to Vienna and probably got a small tattoo for it after she graduated

Probably has an eclectic taste and loves 2010s pop

Lets everyone else play their music while she’s driving and never complains

Stares at her ceiling and listens to Elliot Smith when she’s sad

Gets ready listening to y2k pop songs

Bebe Stevens

Artists:

Jungle

Wild Belle

Dominic Fike

Kesha

Avril Lavigne

Justin Bieber (baby era)

MGMT

Favourite Songs:

Feet Don’t Fail Me Now- Joy Crookes

Back On 74- Jungle

Memory Box- Peter Cat Recording Co.

Keep You- Wild Belle

Beauty And A Beat- Justin Bieber, Nicki Minaj

Ur So Gay- Katy Perry

Misc:

Hates sad music, she’ll force herself to listen to USHER during a breakdown

Picky about her music, if someone plays a song she doesn’t like she’ll definitely skip it or complain until someone else does

Mentioned she liked Justin Bieber and then got in an argument with Cartman because of it

Never lets Clyde near the speaker

Screams Ur So Gay at the top of her lungs when it comes on

Heidi Turner

Artists:

Jack Johnson

Syd Matters

Daughter

Fleet Foxes

Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Noah Kahan

Of Monsters and Men

Favourite Songs:

Open Season- High Highs

To All of You- Syd Matters

Two Weeks- Grizzly Bear

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing- Jack Johnson

Sisyphus- Andrew Bird

Blue Ridge Mountains- Fleet Foxes

Misc:

Loves going for walks while she listens to music

Sends you songs that remind her of you

Listens to every song you send her and tells you what she likes about it

Hums when she has her headphones in without realising

Her and all of her friends love Noah Kahan

Tweek Tweak

Artists:

Billie Holiday

Billie Marten

Johann Sebastian Bach

Claude Debussy

Ludwig van Beethoven

Foals

Connie Francis

Favourite Songs:

Who’s Sorry Now- Connie Francis

Cello Suite No. 1 in G Minor- Johann Sebastian Bach

Méditation from Thaïs- Jules Massenet

Bad Apple- Billie Marten

The Lark Ascending- Ralph Vaughan Williams

Misc:

I actually think he would hater Hyper-Pop

Prefers slow/classical/instrumental songs

Listens to a lot of white noise, really specific ones like ‘Heavy Rain in Autumn Fairy Forest 9 hours’

Musical prodigy, plays piano and cello

Craig Tucker

Artists:

Nirvana

Hole

No Doubt

Foo Fighters

Pulp

Arcade Fire

Jeff Buckley

Favourite Songs:

Common People- Pulp

Malmo- Mook

Forget Her- Jeff Buckley

The Pretender-Foo Fighters

Dumb- Nirvana

Misc:

Made one playlist in eighth grade and never listens to anything else

Thinks Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain

Hates TikTok music, like genuinely.

Somewhat of a gatekeeper

Butters Stotch

Artists:

She & Him

Blonde

Kate Bush

Dolly Parton

Regina Spector

The La’s

The Mama’s and the Papa’s

Favourite Songs:

You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine- Lou Rawls

In the Summertime- Mungo Jerry

Hey, Lucky Lady- Dolly Parton

The Tide is High- Blondie

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here- She & Him

Don’t Let The Good Life Pass You By- Cass Elliot

Clay Pigeons- Michael Cera

Misc:

Songs absentmindedly all the time, annoys the hell out of everyone

Quotes the songs he listens to

Developed choreography in middle school and still remembers it

Asks people if they’ve heard a super popular song that’s all over the radio and social media out of genuine curiosity

Anyways, that’s all I got for now. Re log or comment what you think they’d listen to bc I’m genuinely curious, thanks for reading!

Also it literally took hours to add all of those Spotify links so I hope you got something out of this! they wouldn’t let me add more than 100 :/

[themollyjay]

Watch ARK: The Animated Series!!!!

So, I binged ARK: The Animated series today. It's a TV show, which is based on a video game and not only is it great but, I swear to God, whoever wrote this set out with the intention of pissing off the Gamerbro crowd as much as humanly possible.

Stuff that will make the Gamerbros cry and whine like little babies: 01). Main Character is a Aboriginal Australian Lesbian (Voiced by an Aboriginal Australian Actress no less). 02). Main Character's wife is a blue haired women who works as a translator for a humanitarian air organization (voiced by Elliot Page). 03). Main Character is a neurodivergent paleontologist. 04). Main Character's mother was a civil rights activist. 05). There's a plot line revolving around protesting the taking of Aboriginal lands. 06). Another major character is a Chinese Warrior Woman who is also a great big lesbian (voiced my Michelle Yeoh). 07). Main villain is a Roman General (Voiced by Gerard Butler) 08). Secondary Villain is an 19th century British Scientist (Voiced by David Tenant) 09). Tertiary Villain is a female Roman Gladiator. 10). Another major character is a Lakota man from the 19th century who was abducted from his tribe and sent to one of the Indian boarding schools. 11). The Main Character is better at science than the 19th Century British Scientist guy.

Great things about the show: 01). It's very gay. Like, so gay. 02). The characters are freaking awesome. 03). There are freaking dinosaurs. So many dinosaurs. 04). It makes you feel. Just, seriously, it makes you fucking feel.

Cons: 01). Content Warning: Self Unaliving in episode 1 02). This show is fucking violent. Like, I get that there's this whole 'battle for survival' thing going on, but we're talking kind of gratuitous 03). levels of violence. Seriously, half the animation budget was spent on red paint. That much violence. 04). The show is predictable AF. Like, I don't mind that, but don't expect any real surprises or plot twists.

In conclusion: Watch the fuck out of this show, because cons aside, it was freaking amazing. It's not like, Arcane levels of perfection, but if you want a fun, gay, show to watch, this is a great choice. There is also a part too already filmed and in the can which will drop later this year, so we're definitely getting more, and even the preview for Part II has gay in it.

[cal-writes]

I feel like in a lot of your stories, your zoro exudes abandonment issues 🥲 Is that a conscious thing on your part? Or am I projecting lmao

I’m loving the little snippets of fic you post btw always brightens my day 😃

he does. it sorta happened subconsciously i think. im not sure if it started from my interpretation of his character in canon or from myself projecting lol

i think it might be a mixture of both like. the juxtaposition of zoro as a character who is very confident in exactly one area of himself and that is fighting and his strength. like zoro doesnt tend to get jealous until luffy implies someone might be stronger than him. i always think of something the youtube quinn curio said in a video about the umbrella academy talking about the character played by elliot page.

so i often read zoro as someone who thinks he needs to be the strongest so that has value or is allowed to be there

and another part i think is that zoro is a very lonely character. like we learn about kuina and that she died when she was 11 and that shook him so fundamentally that he's essentially living his life to fullfil that promise he made to her. we've seen koushiro and johnny and yosaku but they were very utilitarian. koushiro was his trainer, i dont think zoro ever mentioned him again since the flashback in like what chapter 5? and johnny and yosaku were a good way to bring arlongs bounty up and show the necessity of having a cook on board. sure they care of zoro and he cares about them but there isnt the sense that they are particulary close. zoro doesn't have a family like nami, or someone who seems to have raised him like family like luffy and sanji. if we take movie canon into it as well he'd have another friend from the doji similarly to kuina who he later thought had died due to him not being strong enough

and even now in the more recent manga chapters we see it implied twice that zoro is "a burden" on his crew, both from an antagonist but then also from a crew member. and unlike when sanji and zoro usually bicker, zoro doesnt respond. we have a panel of him flinching about the comment before he grits his teeth and continues.

addtionally during water seven when everyone is falling apart bc of whats going on he's not allowing himself to be vulnerable. we dont see him miserable or angry or sad because he sees his duty as having to hold it together and make sure everyone gets through this. like zoro was just as affected by merry's fate as everyone else but he couldn't show that (or he felt like he couldnt). its an incredibly isolating experience.

there is that manga panel which i might be misinterpreting bc the speech bubbles make it hard to tell who is actually saying it

like "huh you saved me" like he's surprised someone would do that.

but even if in that panel its not zoro saying it we still see himself punishing himself after getting injured in a fight even if he ultimately won. after little garden he trains until his feet bleed again, after the fight with mr one not only does he carry nami around for hours and gets shot while injured already he doesnt let himself recover, and then of course after thriller bark.

i always get the sense that zoro puts an enormous amount of pressure on himself as if he has to justify being there and has huge expectations for himself that he needs to meet.

and not to forget that on shabaody, he had no idea what happened to everyone else. he was the first to leave and for all he knew until they got the message from luffy, everyone died bc he was injured. i think that definitely festered.

like (its probably not that deep but you are reading this so far so youre in too deep now)

i thought it was curious. that zoro is the first one back. that he asked perona for help to find the way. as if he was worried. that if he came to late they wouldn't wait. so he made sure he was the best, the fastes, the first. he made sure to show off his new skills immediately. tried to show them off to luffy immediately despite it being a dumb idea to cut their bubble underwater.

so anyway yea i do end up writing zoro as someone who has abandonment issues tied in with his self esteem issues.

[funnelcakesandinfinitesuffering]

Things I love about the new Murder Drones episode: Part 3

”Jumpscare, grab”

The design of those other corrupted drones was terrifying 

N saying Uzi’s gamertag with full sincerity

“And J’s useless”

Cyn’s basement looked like some Madame Lalaurie shit

The camera eye thing was in a bird cage for some reason?

Doll’s entrance genuinely surprised me, like really, I was not expecting her in this episode

The way she just yeeted the door across the room

“The Elliot’s are known for many things: Class, tenacity, currently being alive.”

“Well timed giggle.”

That shot of Cyn’s shadow was not only amazingly creepy, but also gave me major Cliffside vibes

Tessa holding the gun gangster style 

“You hold that gun less cool this instant!”

Tessa repeatedly interrupting Cyn by throwing shit at her

Why did that display revolver have a bullet in it?

Cyn taking over all the drones, projecting code all over the walls, and massacring the entire gala was both amazingly rendered and absolutely terrifying

Tessa had to watch both her(abusive) parents get murdered

Cyn, the technological singularity, couldn’t pick up a scalpel with her freaking lobster claws

“Brain blast!”

Doll’s eyepatch is badass, but also useless?

A peek at Uzi’s insecurities again

Doll showing just a hint of sympathy 

Uzi giving up the bug when she sees N in pain

Doll is definitely getting redeemed, right?

The items Uzi used to get into N and V’s heads are the same ones she used to mind control Braiden in episode 2

V not being able to pick up the scalpel either because of her imperfect vision

“Intimidating glare.”

N and V’s golden retriever moment was absolutely heart warming 

“Cute: False, Gross: True.”

Uzi spinning in her chair like a James Bond villain

Tessa still holds guns sideways all these years later

The way she shot Doll for no goddamn reason

N, V, and Uzi just… appearing behind them

The synchronized “huh?” getting cut off by the credits

[lux-scriptum]

Elliot Vampire AU part 7

I definitely have things planned beyond this part :) for sure

Previous Part

At some point Elliot did fall asleep. When he did, he slept hard in the way only a good long cry can induce. It was the sound of someone puttering around in his kitchen that ended up waking him. He grabbed for his phone, only to realize he’d never plugged it in the night before. It would not turn on.

Elliot eased from bed, creeping through his apartment. If it was a burglar, maybe he’d get a good meal out of it. To his surprise, however, Owen was in the kitchen. Elliot wilted against the doorway. “How’d you get in?” he demanded, a bit sharper than he intended. “I used the chain and everything.”

Owen startled, but he turned with a smile. “Good morning to you too, Elliot.” He gestured to himself, and then the chain on the door. The chain rattled back into place. “Witch.”

For a few seconds Elliot blinked at him. His tired brain spun for a bit. “I forgot.”

Owen nudged him towards a chair. “You didn't answer your phone,” He explained. “I was worried, but when I saw you were still asleep…” he shrugged. “I got you something.”

What he fished out of Elliot’s fridge was a bag of blood. Elliot’s stomach rumbled audibly. Owen just laughed at him.

“You want it in a cup or from the bag?”

“Bag.” Elliot reached for the offered blood greedily. He only added his, “Please?” as an afterthought.

His first sip made him gag. He flushed, but refused to look up. He should have known that it’d be cold, but- stars, but this wasn’t natural. He was pretty sure if his fangs could retract in disgust they would. Blood should be hot and fresh and this was. Gross. Owen was staring at him, and for the first time his concern wasn’t hidden. Elliot forced himself to take another mouthful. If only because he was hungry. It took all his self control not to retch.

“Thank you,” he managed.

“That bad?” Owen asked. There was a very poor attempt to sound amused in there somewhere.

“Tasted better fresh,” Elliot admitted. To prove a point, he took another long pull from the bag. “It’s okay, it’ll just take some getting used to.” He did not confess he could taste the plastic the blood was stored in.

“I don’t mind letting you feed. You can save the bagged stuff for when I cant be around,” Owen offered.

Elliot shook his head. “I cant see how we’d reseal this bag. I’ll finish it. But thank you.”

“Witch,” Owen reminded him, but Elliot was already finishing the bag with a single minded determination. Owen leaned against the counter. He did not look impressed. Maybe that was because Elliot felt so green he was quite sure he looked it.

He set the empty bag down. “Yum,” he tried when Owen merely continued to observe.

“Yum?”

“Mmmhmm,” Elliot said stubbornly. He leaned back in his chair. It was hard to project “regal” while wearing silk pajama shorts and a tank top, but Elliot crossed one knee over the other and lifted his chin.

Unfortunately for the energy Elliot was trying to show, Owen just chuckled. “You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that.” He reached over and brushed his thumb over Elliot’s cheek. “Stop denying yourself things that would help you. The martyr look is not one of your best.” He took Elliot’s phone from unprotesting fingers and put it on the kitchen charger.

What was Elliot supposed to say to that? He stood stiffly, muttering about freshening up. Owen let him go. By the time Elliot felt more like a person, Owen had figured out how to use Elliot’s espresso machine. He started to hand Elliot one of the latte’s he’d made, and then blinked.

“Right. Sorry.”

“In a few days.” Elliot would have sat down, but a knock on the door had him across the apartment in a breath. Far faster than he used to be able to move. He peered through the peephole and let out an excited yelp. He yanked the door open and pulled Ben into a hug. “I completely forgot I invited you over.”

Ben was rigid in his hug. Elliot leaned back, his smile fading.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Ben asked, eyes wide.

Elliot took a step back. His hand moved to cover his mouth self consciously. “Oh. I wanted to tell you in person.”

Ben blinked hard. “Who bit you?” There was all the panic in Ben’s tone that Elliot had been studiously ignoring in himself. “Are you okay?”

“Hey.” Owen’s voice made both of them flinch. “Breathe. Both of you.” The witch nudged them towards the kitchen, locking the door behind them.

“I don’t know the guy who turned me.” Elliot perched on the chair. Ben’s anxiety was creating a feedback loop Elliot couldn’t get out of.

“Are you dead?”

“Dude.” Owen shoved the extra latte in Ben’s hands. “Calm. Down.”

“Alive,” Elliot confirmed. “Ben, I’m okay.”

“No, you’re a vampire.”

“Ben.”

“It’s okay, Owen.” Elliot bit his lip, and almost immediately stopped as Ben stared at his new fangs. He rubbed his palms on his sleep shorts instead. “Honestly, I think he’s the only one who’s reacted normally to this.”

“You’d rather I have a meltdown?” Owen arched a brow. A small smile softened the look. He turned away to clean up his latte efforts rather than continue fussing at Ben. Because that’s what it was. Owen fussing. Ben’s freak out was disrupting the calm Owen thought Elliot was managing and Elliot knew to be a carefully crafted facade.

“When did this…” Ben risked a glance at Elliot’s fangs and looked resolutely away, “…happen?”

“Two nights ago?” Elliot admitted. “And I thought Owen could-”

“He’d already fed,” Owen offered when Elliot couldn’t continue. “The curse had already taken root.”

Ben blinked again. He twisted in his chair to peer at Elliot. “Are you okay?”

Elliot nodded. When they both continued to watch, he slowly shook his head. Ben’s heart was beating rabbit-fast, but he pulled Elliot into a hug.

Owen muttered under his breath. Elliot decided to ignore him and buried his face in Ben’s shoulder. “Sorry,” Ben mumbled. “I- well. I was going to say this was a shock. But it’s worse for you.”

“I look better in pastels,” Elliot blubbered.

“Ah shit.” Ben’s laugh was half strangled. “Elliot you’re a vampire,” here he stumbled, but quickly finished, “Not goth. No one said you couldn’t wear pastels.”

Elliot swore he could hear Owen roll his eyes. “This whole thing is so /stupid,” he whined.

Ben patted his back awkwardly. “It, uh. It’ll be okay?”

“Convincing,” Owen said dryly. “Elliot, you’re going to be okay. You’re technically under the protection of two different covens. Just because Ben has an anxiety disorder doesn’t mean he’s going to hate you for getting forcibly turned into a vampire.”

Ben pulled back a bit to stare at Elliot. “Whoa, whoa. You thought I hate you?”

“…no.”

“Hey. I was just- just taking it in, that’s all.” Ben looked to Owen for help in the face of Elliot’s distress. Owen offered none. “Look. Honestly? I’m confused about why you and I are the only ones spooked by this.”

A very wet laugh came from Elliot. “Spooked?”

Ben went on, determined. “You’re going to be fine. This is just a huge life change. We can take a…” He glanced out the window, “Night to freak out. If you need.”

When Elliot looked to Owen, who had been very helpfully in problem solving mode for the past few days, he merely looked thoughtful.

“It’s not like it seems like you’ve actually, you know, processed anything,” Owen admitted. “I’m honestly surprised it took this long for the dramatics to start.”

“Owen!” Elliot glared in his direction, wiping his eyes with the heel of his palm. “Don’t be mean.”

Owen held his hands up, but he was smiling again. Good enough. Elliot let himself be bundled onto the couch between his two best friends. Apparently Owen thought a movie would make everything feel more normal. Owen started flipping through various streaming services. “I’m guessing Van Helsing is off the table?”

Elliot took the remote. “Absolutely not.” He sniffled and wiped his eyes. “Just for that I’m putting on a rom com.”

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[henrysfox]

i'm a bit late today because i didn't realize it's sunday lmao ANYWAY

i was tagged by @henryspearl @firstprincehornyramblings @taste-thewaste and @softboynick thank you all <3

today you're getting a tiny little something from my kissingchambers fic <3

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“I know it sounds insane, and you’re welcome to run for the hills or tell Ben and Nancy to have me institutionalized. I bet they’d love that,” Elliot muses darkly. “I…,” Marco stutters. I does sound insane. It should sound insane. A few months ago it would have definitely sounded insane. But now? After everything he’s seen and couldn’t explain? “I believe you.” “You do?” Elliot blurts out, surprise written all over his face. “I do,” Marco takes Elliot's shaking hand in his. "I do."

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tagging: @blueeyedgrlwrites @eusuntgratie @lfg1986-2 @basil-bird

[stardewstardropthoughts]

When you and Elliott decide to have a baby

This is an Elliot and afab reader but all are free to read! Minors don’t read below the cut please lol

When you guys decide to start trying for a baby after getting married he’s thrilled

He’s always wanted a little family, the sounds of little feet running on hardwood, children’s laughter to flow through the otherwise silent rooms

He’s thinking of cute nursery décor immediately, he’s got a whole colour scheme picked out

Will paint an ocean theme on the walls if you’ll let him, cute shells and sea life painted on sandy walls with ocean views

Will buy your baby some very cute onesies with little crabs and palm trees on them

Your kids first spirits eve costumes definitely a crab

When the kid is born? Tears

He’s sobbing while holding your son, he’s got your hair colour and Elliot’s eyes

Elliot can’t stop looking at this little bundle of joy in his arms, wrapped in a light blue blanket sleeping peacefully

You don’t get to do any farm chores for the first few weeks after the birth, not for lack of trying on your part but Elliot and the other members of the community are all to quick to stop and take over for you

Jody and robin both bring you guys a bunch of freezer meals and casseroles so you don’t have to cook for a while after

Elliot loves reading to your son together

Absolutely will write some children’s books for your son, he doesn’t want to publish them though because they’re special and just for your little family

“Elliott” you had hesitated at first with asking about his interest in having children and if he were ready for such a large step in your relationship after having been married for a year now. “Hm, yes my love? What is it?” He smiled fondly up at you from his writing desk where he’s been for the better part of the morning. “What do you think about having a baby? Together?” You we’re avoiding eye contact at this point since your nerves were frying, he seemed surprised at the question but before you got the chance to start backtracking he stood from his desk and gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and for fingers tilting your head to look at him “I think that’s a marvellous idea my love, why don’t we start now?”

“Elliot fuck…please I’m so close” you whine as your fingers tighten their grip in his hair, his tongue working gentle circles on your clit while he has two fingers pumping skillfully in and out of your soaked cunt. Thighs tightened around his head as you hit your climax “that’s it my love, cum on my tongue” Elliot praised you though muffled slightly. Soon he was kissing his way up your quivering body, every touch gentle and purposefully setting your nerves alight once more with anticipation for what is to come, a gentle yet very passionate kiss pressed to your lips so you could taste yourself on his mouth as he pressed his cock inside your tight cunt. You let out a small gasp, he always made you feel so full. “You take me so well love, be a good girl for me and let me fill you up, alright? I know you can”

[bensonnstabler]

do you ever think about olivia one day after elliot left? how humiliating it must have been to have cragen tell her elliot put his papers in? how she had to walk into work the very next day and pretend her whole world wasn't just ripped out from underneath her? and that her first thought was surely that it was somehow her fault, or that he must have felt she had gotten too close again? or even worse, that she was really just a colleague to him after all? that in the eyes of men she really was disposable, just like her mother had taught her?

do you ever think about olivia one week after elliot left? how her hands trembled as cragen made her take down the shrine that was his desk, to make room for this imposter who was surely just a temporary replacement? that all she could think about is how elliot would at any second be getting off the elevator and telling exactly where amaro could shove it for even daring to steal his desk? or how about that she stumbled over her introductions now? more than once she introduced her partner as 'detective st-amaro'. and how she was angry, so so angry at him for not even leaving the smallest of signs to tell her he was even alive? that at night she would lay in bed and imagine him dead because surely that was the only reasonable explanation she could muster for why he left without saying a word?

do you ever think about olivia one month after elliot left? how the rumours that kept circulating seemed to capture the whole squad? that she was definitely not blind to the stares filled with pity, curiosity or even disgust that met her every day? that neither fin nor munch really knew what to do with her beyond let her be angry at the job, at the perps, at amaro and amanda, at herself and most of all, at him?

do you ever think about olivia one year after elliot left? how she tried to rebuild some sense of stability in his absence, that she didn't hate amaro or amanda anymore but she still hated herself for thinking about him? that at some point she must jave deleted his number and destroyed any physical reminders of him because that's obviously what he had done? and that she drank more than ever because if her mother was right about men then what else was she right about? what about how she thought herself so weak for clinging to the hope that one day he would return?

do you ever think about olivia three four years after elliot left? how she's found cassidy but won't admit the real reason there's no future is because he’s not him? that the words she told amaro at her kitchen bench sounded as though they weren't hers? that they were really the words she assumed everyone wanted to hear? that they were words that showed progress steeped in self-doubt? or that even in her absolute darkest and most violent moments she still thought of him and how he still occupied a desperate corner of her brain... and worst of all how did lewis seem to know exactly where it was? how could he see the immature, embarrassing and fragile part of her that still believed he would swoop in and fix everything?

do you ever think about olivia nine years after elliot left? how noah filled so much darkness with light and empathy she wasn’t aware she was capable of possessing? that even late at night, too tired to sleep she still indulged herself of the memory of elliot telling her so confidently that she’d make a good mother? that there was the smallest, most miniscule molecule that lit up when fin hinted at a surprise presence at her award ceremony? one that held up a sign in her mind saying what if it's him?

do you ever think about olivia one second after elliot returned? that the man she had once associated all the best and worst parts of herself with, had dared to stand there after all this fucking time and had the audacity to call her by her nickname - a nickname that she accepted she would never hear uttered from those lips again? what about that complete and utter alien emotion which engulfed her when she saw the real reason that she was called, that he expected her to help him unconditionally once more when he didn’t even have the balls to accept or deny her help back then.

do you ever think about olivia the one night after she finally embraced him? how she finally lay down next to the only man she was ever going to allow to know her so intimately, both physically and emotionally? how that small, once desperate part of her that knew he would return (because how can one even begin to deny a connection that rivals what the moon is to the stars) is now a solid unwavering force that coexists one step behind the continual ray of divine light that is her son?

because he does

[oleander-neria]

On some godforsaken whim I actually watched the Netflix Persuasion with Dakota Johnson, and I was genuinely surprised that I didn’t completely hate it? I mean it’s not very good and it’s a dreadful adaptation and an enormous disservice to Anne Elliot and Jane Austen, but I didn’t hate it. I think that there was the possibility to do a Persuasion along these lines and do it well. I kept thinking about Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, but the not zombie parts. It’s goofy and everything is dialed up to eleven, but it’s still recognizable as a fun, campy take on the story. In its better moments the Netflix Persuasion is the same—specifically the supporting characters. I definitely have room in my heart for a Mary Musgrove who says things like “I’m an empath.” Because it’s true to her character! A lot of the supporting cast felt perfectly like themselves, just with this heightened, tongue-in-cheek contemporary styling. I think these kinds of adaptations can work and be fun if done well. Back when they first released trailers for this movie I remember thinking the “now we’re worse than exes, we’re friends” line would actually be perfect for a Clueless-style teen romcom adaptation of Persuasion. After watching the movie I still think that—a lot of the stupid modernizations actually could have fit just fine in an alternate version of this movie that had a stronger identity and better execution.

The real problem is that this movie fundamentally doesn’t understand Anne Elliot, or the main conflict between her and Wentworth. This movie has never even met the real Anne Elliot. Anne is woefully out of character and her and Wentworth’s story is so mishandled that it drags the whole thing down and turns it into an unrecognizably bad adaptation. If they had figured out how to create versions of Anne and Wentworth along the same lines of what they did for characters like Mary, Elizabeth, Sir Walter, and Mr Elliot this could have worked great. This movie knows how to take an accurate read of a character then turn them into a funny, faux-contemporary exaggeration of themselves, it just doesn’t do that for Anne and Wentworth.

On the other hand, I think it is worth asking whether a funny, faux-contemporary version of a character like Anne Elliot could even exist. Unlike someone like Elizabeth in Pride & Prejudice & Zombies who has character qualities that can be exaggerated for comedy, Anne is such a reticent, gentle, and internal character that perhaps an exaggeration of her just couldn’t be made campy and fun. And if that’s the case, then they simply shouldn’t have attempted a Persuasion with these foundational sensibilities, even if it did give us a perfect Mary Musgrove.

[the-girl-in-the-high-castle]

I’ve been going crazy about this show for a month and my mind is completely taken over by either sound, crazy or half baked theories, so I’m gonna share some of the thoughts here. They are not all mine, it can be said it’s a combination of my own thoughts and the things I’ve read other people notice. So this is a long post, sorry about that, I just have to get it out of me. 

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- The memories Daniel is trying to make Maura remember are 100% fake, like I’m sure of it. Nothing about them seems real. All the photos are the same, they are dressed in same clothes, they all look the same. His memory takes place in a modern looking flat that definitely does not match either the photos or the landscape outside. It’s like those crazy dreams we have with dozen things put together and then they don’t make any sense. 

- Daniel and Elliot aren’t real. The fake memories from the previous point are one proof, but what’s even more important is that neither of them has any motivation as own character outside of Maura. They do not exist inside the story without their entire existence being tied to Maura. They are trying to wake Maura up, save Maura, etc. But it always comes back to Maura. Every other character has their own story, but they are always tied to Maura. Elliot’s memories are the same as Daniel’s. That grey landscape looks like a dream and it’s always the same in all those memories. The only difference is that Maura’s hair is down in that scene, otherwise, it’s like they just jumped there from the Kerberos. I will focus on this point further as well. 

- The traumatic memories of all the other characters might not be real, or are partially real. I believe Eyk’s family might not be real as well, and that the memory of the tragedy was probably installed there for a purpose. The only one I believe might actually be real is his eldest daughter Nina. She’s all he talks about and sometimes it’s funny how he almost never mentions anyone else. She’s the only one he hears, sees and touches. Like the only one that actually feels real. 

- 2099 is another simulation. I’m sure of this. It just does not feel real. And like a lot of other people, I believe the real reality is somewhere in between 1899 and 2099. Maybe 1999. This takes me back to episode one when Maura stands in front of the mirror and says her name, date and then starts with “19...” corrects herself and says 1899. 

- The body remembers! Eyk is Maura’s real husband. Yeah, my favorite delusional theory. Or not so delusional after all. The out of this world chemistry that you can cut with a sword is not the reason for this, but it’s wonderful. There is a lot of focus on the body remembering either trauma or things of other form. The way they act with each other screams that they have something going on in reality. I do not believe it’s just the repeating simulations. It’s the projection of their relationship in reality that their mind forgot but the body cannot. The way that she always reaches out to him and touches him so casually like it is a habit. It’s also interesting how he reacts to her touch, first with surprise, then disbelief, like he cannot believe she did it, like he does not deserve it, which can mean he might have fucked something up royally in reality. The way she constantly defends him in front of everyone even though his decisions are questionable at best and outright insane at worst, she does not hesitate for a second in defending him, and I don’t believe it’s just because she herself knows weird ass shit is going on on that ship. Might be a sign that she was also the one that fucked things up royally. Failed marriage storyline maybe. 

- I think that Maura’s memories she has at the beginning, the miscarriage storyline, are actually what is real. Why? Well, we go back to the body remembering. There is a very huge ass focus on her not feeling anything when she looks at the “family” photos of her, Daniel and Elliot. Like it’s not just her saying she doesn’t remember, it’s her insisting she doesn’t FEEL anything when she looks at them. She says she’d know if she had a child, she would feel it, and she breaks down, in a sort of blaming herself moment, that she does not remember her child, that she does not feel anything, and it looks really genuine. Maybe it’s because her body remembers the trauma of losing a child, not having one. Because from episode one it looks like she feels the loss of a child in that way. Plus, we have her reaction to Eyk’s family photo, which is a lot more emotional than her reaction to her supposed family photo. It happens 3 times. Three times she looks at Eyk’s family photo and has an emotional reaction to it. And there is a real huge focus on that for it not to mean anything.

- Eyk’s family photo on Kerberos, the burned down house and the empty frame on the Prometheus. Someone came up with a theory that Maura’s photo Daniel has belonged in the Prometheus empty frame. I actually like the theory. Even though it can just mean it’s in the letter Eyk received, but if it’s a simulation after all, they could’ve just created a new one. So the theory can still be correct in a way, since we have Daniel essentially coming from the Prometheus. And there is a bit of focus on that empty frame, so it must mean something.

- The way things are being spoken is going to be of huge importance. I think this is one of the reasons we have so many different languages. Like, I can notice these things in English and Spanish, because I speak these languages, but fuck if I know how the French phrase their sentences. Some of the examples are: Maura and Eyk essentially have their tragedies happen at the same time, except he uses the “two years ago” and she uses “a couple of years ago”. Or Daniel saying “we got married 12 years ago”, not ‘’we’ve been married for 12 years” or anything like that. Or Maura saying ‘’my focus was....is on the human brain”, etc. 

- 12 years are somehow important, or just number 12. This got me to reading about different meaning of number 12 and 12 labors of Hercules in the middle of the night. Daniel mentions it “we got married 12 yeas ago” and Franz says he’s been in Eyk’s service for 12 years. 

- The connections the characters form with the people they “aren’t supposed to be with” are the projection of their real life relations. I think this has been established as truth amongst fans already. The most obvious being Eyk and Maura, Clemence and Jerome, Olek and Link Yi, but also Angel and Krester, even Tove and Franz. 

- I didn’t believe a single word creepy Qyburn said and think he has a bigger part in it than just being trapped inside the simulation.

- The theory of either Daniel or Eyk being Maura’s brother is the stupidest possible theory anyone could come up with. And this is happening because of Dark. People should stop connecting it all to Dark. The creators said that they are trying to make it as different from Dark as it can be, and I believe them, What would be the point in creating two shows that are the same? Like yeah, Daniel is suspicious as hell, but no way he’s playing that sort of sick kind of mind games. Eyk, whoever thinks Eyk can be the creator is just really funny to me. My man spent the entire season lost and confused as fuck, and no, subverting expectation does not count here. 

This isn’t even a third of what’s going on in my head these days, but I had to share at least some of the things I had in mind.