#but come on was anyone actually like seriously blindsided by it
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babyonwire · 6 days ago
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Ok this is gonna sound like a shitty question by I'm being 100% genuine: was anyone actually surprised when Isha died? I remember going online and seeing people who were in shock and horror that they killed her but like...the second I saw her appear onscreen I knew she was destined to die in some tragically horrible way. You don't just introduce a random kid into the life of your most mentally unstable and traumatized character and let her live
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some-little-infamy · 8 months ago
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You Are the Difference
(Read on AO3) (Written for @911actions, prompted by @daughterofscotland : What if Buck is Tommy's first serious boyfriend?)
Buck isn’t ashamed of being bisexual. He’s not. But not being ashamed and being 100% comfortable in public are two entirely different things. He’s seen the way people look at them when he’s out with Tommy. It isn’t everyone, it isn’t even every time they go out, but it does happen. It happens enough that Buck finds himself glancing around when he’s on a date with Tommy, clocking every person around them who shows any signs of being a potential problem.
Buck’s explained that he isn’t embarrassed, that he just feels better being aware, and Tommy’s accepted that much. It doesn’t stop Buck from holding his hand while they walk down the street, or giving him a quick kiss before they leave the restaurant, or leaning into the arm Tommy has wrapped around his waist while they wait in line for popcorn at the movies.
Tommy watches him do it, but he’s stopped commenting on it the way he used to. Instead of trying to reassure Buck he simply allows Buck to go through the motions that make him feel a little more comfortable. Tommy doesn’t seem to mind��� but it’s something Buck overthinks every time he does it, especially after watching the way Tommy doesn’t seem to notice or react to any of it. Tommy only seems to notice Buck noticing.
“Does it get easier?” Buck asks one day, after clocking a serious side-eye from a woman in line behind them at the coffee shop. There’s so much happening around them, music being piped in through speakers, orders being called, the hiss of the espresso machine’s steamer, the chatter of other customers… but Buck can’t help but focus on the one thing he wishes he wouldn’t.
“Does what get easier?” Tommy asks, taking a sip of his latte. They’re sitting down at a table in the corner, and Buck glances past Tommy to the bustling cafe behind him. He debates not bringing it up at all, changing the subject to something else before he’s stuck admitting to more things that are probably just piling up until Tommy decides he’s had enough of Buck.
Still, Buck’s tried to be nothing but honest in this relationship, and it’s working out so far. Why stop now?
“Putting up with people being awful just because you exist,” Buck clarifies. “I mean, you’ve been doing this a lot longer than I have. How long did it take you to get used to it?”
Tommy considers the question for longer than Buck anticipates, to the point that Buck almost does change the subject.
“I don’t know,” Tommy says finally.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Buck asks, brows furrowed.
“I mean,” Tommy starts, hesitating before pushing forward. “I don’t know. I haven’t really dated before. Not seriously, at least.” The admission comes slowly, like Tommy’s debating taking the words back even as he says them. He doesn’t, though, and in the face of Buck’s surprised silence Tommy continues. “I usually just go out to bars before a hookup. Maybe a coffee date or two. But I haven’t been with anyone I liked enough to see more than a few times.” Tommy flushes slightly, looking back up into Buck’s eyes when he adds, “Before you, obviously.”
The silence that falls between them has a weight to it now. This shared first is so big that Buck’s afraid he might actually shed a tear over the wave of feelings he experiences at the realization, blindsided by a truth he never would’ve guessed on his own.
Buck doesn’t know what to say. He’s stunned, unable to fully process everything that Tommy just told him. All this time, Buck’s assumed that Tommy was so much more experienced at all of this… this dating other guys stuff. Of course Tommy would have years to practice being cool and collected in the public eye, because why wouldn’t he? Tommy is… well, amazing. He’s hot, and kind, and funny, and the idea that he’s been single for the entirety of the time he’s been out just feels… wrong.
“I’m your first boyfriend?” Buck asks incredulously. His eyes are wide, unable to hide a single ounce of his surprise.
“Yeah,” Tommy confirms. “Is that a problem?”
Tommy’s tone isn’t accusing or even challenging… there’s a vulnerability there, and just the slightest hint of worry. Buck could laugh - if it didn’t feel so wildly appropriate for the moment they’re having - over the idea that Tommy thinks there’s a universe in which Buck would be scared off by something like that.
“No, no, uh, of course not,” Buck reassures him. “It’s just… I mean, you’re so many firsts for me, and I just figured…” Buck trails off with a soft, fond smile crossing his features. “I never thought I’d get to be a first for you, too.” Buck shifts in his seat, his coffee forgotten in front of him. “How has this never come up before now?” It’s been weeks now. Months. Months of Buck thinking that this is just the life Tommy’s used to living, and that he’s the only one feeling out of his element here.
“You never asked,” Tommy says simply.
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly keen to go into all of, uh, this comparing myself to your exes,” Buck admits. “It felt safer not to ask.”
“Evan,” Tommy says, his tone so caring, so soft, that Buck nearly melts back into his seat from where he’d been growing more tense and alert with every word, quick to try and hop on the defensive.
“Sorry,” Buck’s quick to apologize.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” Tommy says. “But you should know that I’m not comparing you to anyone. Who you are, what we have? It’s… special. It’s different from anything I’ve had before.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling,” Buck agrees, smiling easier now. “I guess I just assumed I was just another boyfriend for you.”
“You’re not ‘just another’ anything, Evan. You’re important to me. Our relationship is important to me. I hope you know that.”
Lately Buck’s been worried whether he’s moving too fast or too slow, if he’s doing this dating thing all wrong in regards to Tommy. It turns out there is no ‘right’ way. There’s nothing Tommy’s used to that Buck might be messing up or not doing, nothing Tommy’s expecting.
Tommy chose Buck because, well, because he’s Buck, and that’s all he needs to be.
“So, you think I’m special?” Buck asks, a smirk slowly pulling up the corners of his lips.
“Oh my god,” Tommy says, a fond exasperation filling his tone. “I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?” “I hope not,” Buck says.
He hopes that there’s nothing but time for the two of them. Closing his eyes Buck imagines a future of other firsts - going on vacations together, moving in together, proposals and marriage and maybe even a kid or two. He imagines years, decades, a lifetime, with Tommy, and it feels good. It feels right.
“I plan to bring this up forever.”
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the-owl-tree · 1 year ago
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I know it’s unpopular and ig would be seen as chronically online but. a little annoyed at the “UGH 🙄 and here come THOSE people” @ comments those being horrified abt Frostpaw being spayed and connecting it to real life events like bipoc being sterilized against their will. I personally am not one of those people, nor do I think it’s anywhere near that serious or on that level bc I thought it was an interesting turn in the books, but as a black afab myself who would most definitely face forced sterilization if I were not a more privileged individual, (because you know the health system itself loves to play around with our bodies like science experiments as though we cannot physically feel pain) I’m gonna need the yt warrior cats fans to cut it out w the snide superiority complex on “lesser takes” and understand there’s people who are gonna reasonably draw comparisons to these events and see how incredibly horrifying it is what the anthropomorphic cat just went through. not to hit a fucking beehive but why is it acceptable to understand the harmful impacts of misogyny in the series affect people in the real world but misoginoir is taking a step too far?
discourse on bumble being a domestic abuse victim has people understanding and drawing comparisons between that and real life events but we draw the line when woc are brought up. okay. why?
this isn’t at you btw because you generally have nuanced takes and take the time to consider what people are actually saying but like. what’s going on here I’m genuinely blindsided by people rolling their eyes. it is an issue. it’s a huge issue and it’s still happening in places! can’t speak for other countries but it’s still legal on a federal level in the U.S where I live and in my state. my problem isn’t the people drawing comparisons with Frostpaw. my problem is the reaction to that. I don’t understand why one systematic issue can be discussed and the other not without scrutiny and handled as though it’s not as serious topic.
also to note: I am aware that Frostpaw being spayed was not based on any perceived race or ethnicity. I am aware that this was simply for shock value (as of the moment, anyway ((which is what makes it worse imo but that’s another convo))) and I am aware that I cannot speak on behalf of anyone facing this issue but myself and cannot reasonably say that anyone drawing these conclusions will always 100% take the matter as seriously as needed. however I can say that it is a bit difficult for me to accept that in a world where each character has human intelligence, thoughts wishes and feelings, that the concept of forced sterilization, abhorrent and frightening outside of normal cat understanding, frankly should be handled with the utmost care able to be expended. I know it will not be. I am aware. the authors have a history of using their personal bias to push racist narratives before. I understand that people are saying handle the subject with tact and maturity. I just do not believe it is the right or position of a mostly white fanbase to police the discussion of what happens to women of color because we are often spoken over as is. I hope that I have made my point clear? I’m not the best at explaining myself over subjects I’m passionate about, so I may have tripped over my words a bit. I do apologize if it came off as talking in circles
I'll admit, when I first read the spoilers and learned what happened, I drew some connections but I also agree that it's not nearly on that level. But I think it would be wildly inappropriate if I tried to talk on that as a white person.
I don't have much to add, but I think you've raised some pretty understandable concerns and you're very clear in your points, I didn't have any trouble following you! I genuinely have a lot of concerns about the plotline and I think you're right that it's important to be open about these discussions.
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morgana-ren · 2 years ago
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Hi yeah the panel from hell showcasing Astarion flinching away when Tav hugs him and then he slowly reciprocates the hug had me fucking screaming.
I haven't seen it yet (had no idea they even did a panel until someone told me) but I'm planning on watching it soon. I did, however, see the hug bit.
I genuinely do not think he intended to actually care about anyone in the group.
He landed in a strange forest away from the city, and knew he'd probably need the help watching his back given the circumstances. It truly was nothing personal when he agreed to tag along. Him coming to befriend the people in the group absolutely blindsided him.
But actually coming to care about Tav? That's a rough one. Something he seriously, seriously never anticipated. Human contact, affection, things like that are totally alien and foreign to him. A hug, for fucks sake? Sure, he knows what it is, but he probably did not anticipate being on the recieving end of one.
Given his history, it's probably a wee bit uncomfortable. When all you know is violence, you start to spurn any sort of touch and get a bit repulsed by it. In a way, you are classically conditioned to associate it with pain.
Gentle touch is... strange, after all of that.
What's even stranger is the fact that he has actually befriended them. Sleeping with someone is whatever. Sex is nothing personal. But friendship? Now that's intimacy.
I think it might freak him out a little. I'm assuming there's going to be a nasty little twist in there somewhere. He's going to do something to push them away or try and pull himself from the group somehow. He knows what he is--a monster. You don't care for a monster. No one in their right mind would.
He probably won't trust it and won't like the way it makes him feel. Vulnerability isn't really something folks like us abide. It's a weakness, and weakness is to be snuffed out-- especially if you want to survive.
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statementlou · 2 years ago
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I'm not gonna lie, Louis referring to his queer fans or the fact the he has them as "weird" would be pretty disheartening. one thing was to do that in 2014 around the great gay war, with so many indicators that they were actively fighting. another is to do this now, in 2023. and even a straight artist not for one second to consider his lyrics could resonate with queer fans regardless of larry would be a bit shitty. I'm just saying that whatever he says is gonna be VERY hard to believe he was forced to. And if he openly shits on Harry it's safe to say his career - as the chance of 1D ever reunite even for a quick photo - is over.
well I absolutely agree that he will not have been 'forced' to say anything that he says in this movie. And I hear where you are coming from, but I just think the catastrophizing is unnecessary. First of all, we have ONE (1) almost certainly made up and definitely purposefully shit stirring anon (and a slow news day) to thank for all this discourse, we have no idea yet what will be in the movie, and it is always weird to me that people are so ready to believe the worst when I, personally, feel like Louis always comes through for me and gives me the BEST. Have FAITH in LOUIS!! WHEN does he let us down like literally WHEN???? (Unless all you care about is him coming out/ ending it/ confirming larry, in which case, IDK, get your priorities right and appreciate what's in front of you? Cause those things are not happening.) But anyway...
I can completely imagine a scenario in which Louis says he thinks it's weird that so many queers feel inspired by him and it makes me want to hug him forever- because I think he does find it weird and remarkable. It makes me think of that one 1D days receipt where someone said they met him on the street and told him he inspired them as a gay and he was like "I don't see how with the way things are but that means a lot." I think that was probably made up, but also it rings true to me, I feel like he does find it wild that with the public face of everything we still are here and love him so much and see what we do in him and think he's brave. As for the Harry thing, anything he says about him will be taken wrong and distorted and picked on by everyone, if he says anything at all less than "he's my husband and has never done anything wrong in his entire life he is perfect" people will say he's "shitting on Harry"; but that said, Louis is an intelligent media trained person, why are people seriously debating whether he's gonna get on screen and talk shit about Harry Styles?! also literally when in Louis' entire life has he ever said one single bad thing about Harry come on It's not fucking realistic and that alone should tell you that that anon either made all that up or it's just a really bad interpretation of whatever was actually said because the person, like everyone else around here, was so busy expecting the worst that they couldn't just chill and listen to Louis. Like, worst case scenario, let's say he does say that Harry was being offered some really incredible opportunities and he wanted to take them and Louis hadn't really thought about what he would do after the band and so when that happened he felt blindsided and adrift by suddenly not having his ever waking moment scheduled and accounted for (as Liam has also talked about experiencing), would that be so horrible??? That sounds like real life stuff and I don't personally think anyone is the bad guy there or it's horrible to say, but also I BET HE DOESN'T SAY THAT. IDK man, I just think we should all calm down and wait and see, but I'm REALLY not worried that the bombshell of this movie will be Louis coming out as being against Harry or talking shit about his fans, you know?! Come ON. I expect that with the premieres before the release we're going to get a whole lot more overwrought interpretations of things but I don't buy it; I look forward to hearing what Louis has to say and I will be real surprised if it isn't reasonable and interesting and probably mostly NOT THAT BIG A DEAL
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bonetrousle · 2 years ago
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ok nobody asked but here are my feelings on good omens 2 (contains spoilers, obviously, though i doubt there is anyone on this website left who hasn't been spoiled.) but anyways. This gets a little long too haha I just have a lot to say
Well first off I just wanna say that it was so bad. So so bad. I honestly thought I'd come online after my spoiler-avoiding absence to find people posting about how terrible it was - not the case, it would seem! I was so bored and frustrated by the pacing, directing, editing, the score and the acting. Oh, and of course the writing. lmfao. There were multiple moments where we laughed out loud watching it because the edits/acting/directing were so bad. My general reaction was "that whole season was just like a fanfiction :/" and then I came online to find everyone saying "that whole season was just like a fanfiction!! 😍" like. I don't actually want my professionally-produced with a budget of more than $5 shows to be like a fanfiction, actually, thanks!!
The Beelzebub/Gabriel thing fucking blindsided me so bad and felt like it came out of nowhere. I hated it!!! I also hated the recast of Beelzebub! Like, no hate to the actor, but they were WAY too pretty to be playing Beelzebub. Why is it that they started a romantic plot with them and they also conveniently got more conventionally pretty. :/ Look how they massacred my boy!!! HATE!!!!!! This to me was the most fanservicey feeling part of the show, and I did not care for it :^) I could go on about this for quite some time in more depth, but I won't haha. all im saying is they did not do the mahi to get the treats. i'll leave it at that!!!
Sorry I hated the lesbians too. They were so annoying. Why did they have to be in every scene. shout out to neil for making me actively dislike a gay pairing, it's not easy to do!! Again, I could go on; I won't right now though!
TO THE POSITIVES: (spoilers ahead obvs) The last 15 minutes were genuinely so good, to me. So here's the thing. I was unwillingly spoiled for the fucking leaks by people posting on here about them without giving any warning at all. I had to unfollow a few accounts, but the damage was done. At least I didn't have any context for what was going to happen, but having avoided most promo, my assumption was this- there was only going to be a season 2, that was going to be the end, done and dusted. Aziraphale and Crowley would assumedly get together, and they'd all live happily every after, blah blah. Ok, fine! Great! I was super ready for that. My favourite experience of the show was the dawning realisation of horror during the most emotional part of the show that season 2 was not the end, and it was about to end on a fucking devastating cliffhanger. Like I was flabbergasted. In shock. THAT'S GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE!!! It also explained why the whole season felt like a bad movie 2 in a series of 3, in that nothing really fucking happened at all. Seriously. the plot felt so paper thin, there was really no need for every episode to be 45 mins +. Some tighter editing and it could've been 30 mins an episode. there just wasn't enough there to justify the run-time, to me!
Generally speaking of course, I loved all the aziraphale and crowley interactions, though some of them were unbearable (what was that shit with the laudanum in scotland, so cringe, auughh). In general I felt there could have been a bit more... subtlety in the acting and writing as a whole. It all felt very OTT, all the time. We went back and rewatched the cold open of season 1 episode 3 and it felt like it was emmy-winning in comparison in terms of pacing, directing, writing etc. SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Anyway, the setup for season 3 was delicious, so I have higher hopes for that season potentially actually being good. But I'm not going to get my hopes up TOO high after that. General consensus to me is that that season was so bad, but no one cares/wants to acknowledge it because of the gay shit, and everyone's gonna pile neil up with applause and commendations, which he still doesn't deserve, imo!!! I'm a hater from the rave to the grave! he shouldn't have got in a twitter argument with my partner online!!! He made it personal!!! I'M IN YOUR WALLS!!!!!
Anyway, maybe after a rewatch I'll find more to enjoy. HAH! expect me to reblog gifsets about it anyway.
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sunmoonjune · 2 years ago
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okay first i have read your satosugu fics and the pacific rim fic one you’re so RIGHT I CAN SEE THE SIMILARITIES esp with yizhi and suguro also with how they seem so gentle and kind n smiley but when it comes to the ones they love they’re on it to jump whoever is threatening them!!
(also i’ve realised as anon i’ve said it a lot but not as 📚 anon so i have to mentioned i am literally IN LOVE with your writing you’re so talented and amazing and spectacular seriously!!)
second for the hozier nfwb i can definitely see wooyoung as one of them that would probably protect her but also i feel like in the slight future jongho would because he seems more of an acts of service person and he would consider going cray cray protectay for anyone who thinks about hurting bug
and also lowkey i can just imagine as she mostly works defensively rather than offense wooyoung would protect her from the injured eye side and they’d like work together in battle and understand each other v v well because they’ve already picked up on each others habits while fighting so they know what to cover from the other persons weakness
- 📚 (ALSO also i just finished iron widow by accident i was just gonna read like a few more chapters then i see the acknowledgments…? it finished so quick?? was a good read though!)
yes haha!! I absolutely wrote gods and monsters after reading half of iron widow xD I was just so into the universe that I couldn't help it,, I needed my own satosugu au hehe :3 and I'm weak for the seemingly sweet and gentle characters that are secretly pretty dark and protective of the ones they love <3 suguru is a little more silly than yizhi I think since he and satoru are pretty much menaces but I still think they're pretty similar xD
(also thank you so much omg <33 I'm so glad you like my fics,, it means the world :')) )
and yes yes!! I absolutely think wooyoung fits 'nothing fucks with my baby,' like first for seonghwa in the beginning, and soon for bug ;D (I mean y'all are gonna see in the next chapter if he really fits the lyrics I guess hehehehe >:DD <- that's me laughing maniacally)
but oooooo I hadn't considered jongho before but that totally makes sense,, he's def an acts of service person, and I think he absolutely would go off the rails if someone hurt bug or atz (and we will see more of jongho and his love languages in the future too, we'll hit a jongho centric chapter soon ;) )
NOO STOP I'LL CRY :')) woobug fighting together absolutely happens like that,, woo def covers bug's blindside and makes sure she doesn't get hit there - she fights defensively, and I think at first woo will cover for her in terms of offense, but I also think he wants to teach her how to protect herself :') he knows partially how she feels and wants her to be able to know that she can fight for herself (and for others) when she needs -- they def understand each other in battle very well (and we'll see more of that soon too hehe)
I'm dropping so many spoilers here omg xD
(I have a few chapters left of iron widow!! I'm very excited to finish, but I'm also dreading it because I love it so much :') I've never found an actual healthy polyamorous relationship where everyone is actually in love with each other in books before so I am savoring them while I can :')) -- the closest I ever got to poly couples was the infernal devices trilogy by Cassandra Clare,, I desperately wanted will, Jem and Tessa to all be together </3 )
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rviner · 5 months ago
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"Honest? I see. That's what we're calling it now?" Bella teases, glancing up at Felix with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. There's a spark between them, a private joke behind every glance. It's been there since they met, as if they were silently talking to one another in that sterile board room. A laugh escapes, quick and bright as they talk about her sister and Bella's nod is full of pride. "She gets what I'm saying, that's all that matters. And you're catching on too." she nudges Felix's arm affectionately, enjoying his exaggerated sigh over the double date plan that hasn't even taken shape yet. The reluctance is pure theatrics, but it never fails to amuse her. His agreement, even if half-hearted, speaks volumes about how much their lives are entwined. He might not even realize how much it means to her.
"It worked for us, didn't it?" Bella's words come out simply, without hesitation. The speed of their relationship isn't something she ever questioned. It felt right, as if they were following some natural rhythm. No rush, no panic, just perfect timing. "All I'm saying is, I know. Fee doesn't get like this often. But I've seen the way her and Dom steal glances at each other when they think they're not looking. It's adorable." her grin widens, thinking about the budding romance between them, knowing her sister deserves every bit of happiness.
Felix's teasing brings out a burst of laughter, and Bella playfully scowls at him. "Yeah, right. I've never heard of anyone asking someone on a date after a meeting went that badly." she mocks him gently, her laughter rising. "I was so shocked." now she's outright cackling, remembering the moment with such clarity. She had rushed home to text Ophelia about the entire ordeal. "I was like, um, okay, if you want?" she mimics the awkward almost robotic tone she’d used back then, blindsided by Felix's boldness. But the nerves from that day have long since turned into something deeper. Now, she adores him with every fiber of her being.
Which is why she's able to see how hard he's worked on the proposals for Vertex. Not only from the sleepless nights but the way Felix, naturally, harbors everything deeply. Takes everything with a seriousness she can't help but admire. "Well, this is why I'm glad we came, actually. You deserve a day for yourself. I don't mind if you wanna wander off and do your own thing, either." she squeezes his hand, because her adoration for Felix doesn't come with the price of being glued to each other's side. Her hands come up, gently cupping his face, and she squeezes just enough to make his lips pout so when he says he loves her, his voice comes out muffled, and she can’t help but laugh.
Even when the mood shifts to the heavy weight Felix has carried for years, before they even met, Bella stays close. Her smile fades, replaced by a soft frown as her shoulders sink. "God, I'm so sorry I didn't go. I should've asked Fee if she could handle work, but I felt so guilty." torn between leaving Felix to navigate the minefield of a social event with his parents or dumping all her responsibilities on her sister at Outreach, she had hesitated. She's learning first hand that dealing with Agneta is no easy task. Felix's quips pull her back from the seriousness, and she laughs, gently tapping his chest. "You know she'd believe every word of it, right?"
The gentle kiss they share is like a reset, bringing a quiet sense of resilience to both of them. Bella catches the smirk playing on Felix's lips as she pulls back, but her gaze lingers on his green eyes, the warmth in them making her smile. "Great, now I have this vivid image of everyone just hanging out in our bathroom while I'm trying to relax." She laughs, slipping in her own playful comment between his words. "But, fine. I think that's beautiful. Paris is just for you, or us." Bella agrees, standing on her toes to plant another quick kiss on his lips.
The creak of the door opening catches her attention, though she stays close to Felix, offering a bright smile to the staff guiding them into the experience. Her excitement rises in her chest, her shoulders lifting as they follow. "So, Eiffel Tower is definitely on the list, right?" she grins, glancing up at Felix. "Oh, wait. Do you want just us, or the AI crowd? 'Cause, we can do that, right? No AI people?" Bella leans around Felix, trying to peek at the staff like a curious child but it's more so because of his tall stature making it impossible to see them. They nod, and she looks back at Felix, already knowing his answer. "Yeah, let's go with that. Thank you." she says, taking the NutriBlock with another smile and popping it into her mouth before they step into the room. "Oh, I'm kinda nervous now! It suddenly feels real." Bella laughs, elbowing Felix with excitement, as if Paris is suddenly a city she's equally as obsessed with. "What is it they said again? Bonj-oh wait, no people there. We just literally had that conversation."
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"I'm never mean. I'm just honest." Felix grinned, voice dipped with playful sarcasm and there was flicker of mischief dancing behind his eyes. He watched Bella, amused and full of warmth as she twisted her defense, the way she lifted her chin, defiant, ready for debate. Felix couldn't fight his chuckle. "Oh, you and Ophelia have it all figured out, hm? It's everyone else that doesn't make sense?" he shot her a look, eyes narrowing playfully. Out of everyone he had ever encountered, it still amazed Felix that Bella never irked him. Not once. Not when she looked at him like that, eyes wide and teasing, the delicate half shrug of her shoulder whenever she wanted to pull him into one of her schemes.
This time it was double dates. His mind flitted to the idea, imagining himself sitting awkwardly while Bella and Ophelia filled the air with laughter, their voices bouncing off one another effortlessly. "I mean...fine?" he said, sighing dramatically. "But only because I'd love to see you carry the whole conversation." he winked, knowing she'd take it as a challenge rather than a jab. "Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself, anyways?" Felix squeezed her hand gently. "I mean, I know we moved pretty quickly but do you think Ophelia is as impulsive as you are?" his grin grew, because it was no secret that Felix's intensity, seemingly inherited by birth, seemed to match Bella's motivated personality. And it was no secret that he didn't mind the pace of their relationship, the one that saw them date for a few months before moving in together and now sees them engaged, exactly at the year mark.
"Yeah, you did interrupt me." Felix nodded, but his tone was warm and soft as he remembered the day they met. He hadn't meant to make her nervous, hadn't intended for that intense stare to have such an effect, but he hadn't been able to look away. "I was this close to telling you to stop wasting my time." he held up two fingers, barely any space between them, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Felix remembered, clearly, that he had wanted to draw the meeting on for as long as possible. "But, you know. You have that charm thing going on, so I gave you a pass." he shot her a quick grin, though his gaze lingered on hers for a moment longer.
The humor in his voice softened as Bella's concern slipped in. Felix felt the familiar tug of guilt at her words, knowing she was right. He had been lost in the whirlwind of ideas and the pressure of deadlines for a few weeks now, wanting to ensure he made it impossible for his father to avoid a positive change to the structure of Vertex. "Probably Monday. Maybe. I'm close, I just need a little more time." Felix glanced to Bella, catching the gentle frown on her lips. She cared so much and he wished he could make her worry less.
But just like that, those simple words urged a smile to grow over his lips. She always said it so simply, so matter of fact. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Felix was still adjusting to the idea of being loved, wholly, without judgement. He hoped he would never make Bella regret how easily she could say those words to him. "I love you." he responded, sincere with an unwavering gaze, his smile fond and gentle. Because he could tell her the same thing just as easily. Felix etched closer to Bella, leaning to brush his nose to hers before stealing a kiss from her. Brief, because the topic veering to his mother made him let out a breath of a laugh.
"Henry's? Oh, it was bad. Worse than usual, I think." Felix answered, peeling away to lean against the wall again. It was hard to tell what constituted as bad or worse with Agneta, as all of their interactions fell into the same remit. "She'll see you." he added quickly, not wanting Bella to worry. "But, there will probably be some kind of mention of it. You know, wrapped up in faux concern. Are you sure he's not doing drugs, Isabella?" he grinned slightly with the imitation of his mother, mocking Agneta's tone, sharp and light. "And then you can say," Felix brushed hair from Bella's face, grinning down at her. "Yes, actually. He snorts spice off my ass and then we go to The Wards and give them all of our possessions while we dance around a burning picture of The Chancellor, chanting about taking babies. She'll love that."
It was easier to joke, of course. Felix was long since used to the familiar knot that twisted in his stomach, the tension that never seemed to fully leave him whenever he was near his mother. Whenever Agneta was even mentioned. He hated that Bella, naturally had to deal with the woman now, trying to balance everything that she threw at her.
Although, it was difficult to dwell on the matter when Bella laughed, the sound of her joy wrapping around him like a comfort. He leaned into her kiss, savoring the brief moment before she pulled away, teasing him again. "I mean..." he glanced to the glades and then back to his future wife. "Okay, okay. I personally would love a wedding in Paris but, still. It's a city...was a city. I don't think there's going to be very many green spaces. Besides..." Felix thought for a moment. "I don't think I want everyone in my favorite place, you know? That's like inviting everyone over when you're having a bath. Weird. I want it to myself." and obviously that meant Bella, too. An extension of his life now, his heart.
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eisforeidolon · 2 years ago
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I don't like how Hellers treat Jensen but Jared stans aren't much better right now. According to some Jensen is bankrupt, alcoholic, on drugs, full of botox, doesn't love his kids/wife, begging for work, arrogant for mentioning jobs he auditioned for, unprofessional, awful for not censoring fuck in a song that his kids might be watching, a terrible no good very bad friend or all of the above. Some of them are obsessed with him, if they hate him why don't they ignore him, same with Jared haters?
Again, it's that there's a certain portion of people in fandom who are less invested in being fans of what they like than "winning" against other fans who don't like what they like the way they think everyone should. For those in that mindset? They will never be happy only with their J being successful, the other J has to be actively failing, too. To prove once and for all that anyone who doesn't see how obvious it is that their J is superior is a complete fool!
The thing those stans are so actively blind to is how ridiculous they all look to outsiders and how they're doing the exact same shit as each other. As if it's somehow magically ~*different*~ when they're the ones making up and spreading defamatory garbage that they've created out of thin air, removed from important context, or based on some wildly biased reinterpretation. Oh look at the way J is [whatever], it's so ~*obvious*~ [blahblahblah]!
I'm not saying I never get mad or upset at it, when I get blindsided or when it gets particularly vicious. But I really can't take it seriously the vast majority of the time, especially when their claims are about as based in reality and valid as all the nonsense hellers come up with. Hellers are the worst part of their side of fandom, but it has never been the case that there weren't some shitty people over here, too. It's just gotten way more obvious with the Js not doing everything together anymore. They can all shit talk each other's faves 'til they're blue in the face, but a bunch of bitter weirdos on the internet spouting absurd bullshit is not going to make either J actually a failure any more than it made D/C actually canon.
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makeste · 4 years ago
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my biggest worry about the UA traitor is that it won’t feel significant as the major characters suspected in being it don’t play a big role in the story leading up to now.. like aoyama yes he might cause shock but hagakure?? she doesn’t done much imo but i do think she is the traitor i just wish hori given her some spotlight early on to lead to the moment and the suspense yk
fwiw, you're not alone, anon; I see this concern crop up pretty much every single time there's a U.A. traitor discussion. but the thing is, there's an underlying assumption here that the sole purpose of a plot twist is to shock people. and I would argue that's not true. imo, a well-written plot twist serves many purposes, and shocking the audience is only one of them, and far from the most important one. (in fact, I'd argue that it's not even strictly necessary.) here are four that I can think of right off the top of my head.
they catch and hold the audience's attention. this isn't the case for all plot twists, but it's certainly true for ones which the author chooses to deliberately dangle before the audience, as Horikoshi chose to do with the U.A. traitor plot. if he really wanted to shock people with the reveal, it would have been better for him not to call attention to it in the first place. there was no need whatsoever to have Present Mic bring it up back in chapter 83. but he chose to go that route because he wanted the readers to notice, and he wanted them to start thinking about it and to start speculating about the traitor's identity. it gets the audience excited, and it gives them an incentive to keep reading to see how the story will play out.
they encourage the audience to engage more with the story. the U.A. traitor plot is easily one of the most talked-about elements in the entire story. at this point I don't think there's a single teacher or student character who hasn't been the target of suspicion at some point or other. and again, this was a conscious trade-off on Horikoshi's part, because it would have been much easier to blindside readers with the eventual reveal if they weren't out here forming all of these exhaustive theories. announcing that There Is A Traitor pretty much guarantees that no matter who it ends up being, someone will have predicted it ahead of time. but the trade-off is that fans are paying closer attention to the story, and continuing to think about the plot even when they're not reading the manga, and engaging in more discussion with their fellow fans. and all of that is more than worth the loss of the shock element imo.
they add new layers and depth to the story. this is the hallmark of all of the most iconic plot twists. anyone can write a story and tag on some sort of half-assed unpredictable heel turn at the end in order to try and surprise people and make themselves look smart. but the best plot twists are the ones which actually make sense, and which have foreshadowing sprinkled in throughout the story, so that when you go back and look at everything a second time it makes you go, "ohhh, that's why." a good plot twist should be just as enjoyable to read the second and third time around, even after the shock value has expired, because the satisfaction of seeing a well-planned and executed plot development is still there. and with the very best twists, the story is actually even more enjoyable to go back and reread afterwards, because the knowledge of the twist adds new insight and context and perspective to all of the previous scenes.
and last but not least, they add suspense. there are plenty of ways to keep your readers on their toes that don't necessarily involve surprises coming out of left-field. and this is another thing that the author gains when they make that calculated sacrifice of announcing a plot twist ahead of time. the reader is no longer going to be shocked, because they're now anticipating it -- but that anticipation is a great consolation prize in and of itself. and so with this particular plot, for instance, there's more to the U.A. Traitor Mystery than just the question of who it is. there's also the questions of why, and most important of all, the question of what will happen when everyone finds out? and those questions add a ton of suspense to the story. when will AFO call on Hagakure again? what will he ask her to do? what's going to happen if and when she finally gets caught? how exactly is Aoyama involved in all this? and how will the other members of class A react?? each of these questions has enough inherent suspense that you could make a separate cliffhanger out of each and every one of them if you wanted to.
the thing that everyone always seems to overlook is that the reveal isn't the point. the reveal, when it happens, is going to be a one-time thing which will only be in play for a single chapter at most, after which the plot needs to still be able to stand on all of its other merits. so for instance, suppose that Horikoshi does go for shock over substance, and decides to go with someone "unexpected" like Ochako. sure, you get the shock value, because no one seriously expects it to be her. and maybe to some people it would feel more impactful, because she has a closer connection to Deku and the other characters. but the trade-off is that a twist like that would make absolutely no sense. it completely lacks the careful foreshadowing of the Hagakure/Aoyama twist. and it would detract from Ochako's character development, rather than adding on to it, because it would completely undo so much of what her character journey has been about up until now. all of that sacrificed just for the sake of a one-time twist, which a good chunk of readers would be spoiled for in advance thanks to the weekly spoiler leak cycle. ymmv, but to me that would absolutely not be worth it, and would be a huge waste of both Ochako's character, and of all the careful work that Horikoshi has done to weave this whole plot together.
on the other hand, the fact that Hagakure has had next to no spotlight up till now is exactly what makes her the perfect candidate. with her there's no need to worry about undoing years of carefully planned character development. there's no need to worry about the twist not making sense, or not holding up to the scrutiny of hindsight, because all of Hagakure's interactions with the other characters have always been curiously superficial. we know next to nothing about her family or history or motivations. her character is pretty much a blank slate, which makes her pretty much the only person in 1-A whose betrayal wouldn't feel awkward and forced and completely unnatural.
and as for everyone who's already made up their minds that her betrayal would lack any impact, I think they're both underestimating the amount of impact that any betrayal from one of class A's own would have, and also underestimating Horikoshi's ability to deliver when it comes to ninth-inning backstories. Dabi's backstory came pretty late in the game as well for instance, and that didn't take away from its impact at all. and the same goes for Hawks as well. just because Hagakure doesn't have any backstory yet doesn't mean she's not going to get one. and if you think Horikoshi doesn't have something good cooked up after all this time, then I don't know what else to tell you, except just, "wait and see."
anyway so yeah. and also just a reminder once again that even though fandom sometimes gets bogged down in this kind of discussion involving our personal opinions as to who would be the best traitor candidate, or the most shocking or meaningful or unexpected, etc., at the end of the day the actual evidence we have all points to Hagakure. I know I sound like a broken record at this point, but yeah lol.
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lilflowerpot · 3 years ago
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So we’ve established that Keith is Gorgeous by Galra standards, but does anyone else in the team know that? If they found out before Lotor, how would they find out and what are their reactions?
Alright I'm going to rapid-fire this one, here we go!
Allura & Coran are both in the know due to Altea's close ties with the Empire pre-destruction what with Zarkon and Alfor being best friends and all, so they're vaguely aware that Keith falls in line with that very classic sort of beauty. In that same vein, however, it has been 10,000 decaphoebs and they have no real way of knowing whether or not Imperial tastes have changed.
Shiro has no idea. None. He'd likely find out via Kolivan of all people, maybe when the Blade's commander makes some sort of offhand comment as one protective figure in Keith's life to another, and he'd be absolutely blindsided.
Lance is similarly oblivious, and when he learns the truth of it he's personally offended that Keith - seriously, Keith?? - with his terrible hair and grumpy little face, is somehow considered the hot member of team voltron over him???? Because, come on, it's Keith. Allura? Obviously. Shiro? Who could fault anyone that? But Keith Kogane? Rude, honestly.
Hunk is actually the only one to clock it on his own, because he's both good at reading people and actually pays attention. There are only so many times he can chalk lingering yellow eyes up to the galra's general unblinking-stare thing, after all. And they do stare. They stare a lot. Like, a lot. They're a very intense people, and Keith is apparently very intensely pretty judging by the obvious interest he garners in every corner of the Empire.
Pidge initially assumes it's a Lotor-specific thing, and it's only after she sees Keith interacting with a group of marmora agents that she has her first inkling of the prince's interest perhaps not being an isolated incident. She means to look into it - to observe the BoM's patterns of behaviour around Keith as opposed to the rest of the team - but then something else infinitely more interesting has her sidetracked, and it's not until Matt hauls her to the side several phoebs later to tell her what one of his rebel buddies let slip (they're of a species uniquely attuned to pheromones, and decidedly sick and tired of having to politely excuse themselves any time a galra comes into contact with the red paladin) that she remembers it at all. When she does, however, she thinks it provides the perfect opportunity to have a little harmless fun.
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ellynneversweet · 4 years ago
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A modest proposal: the first proposal in P&P is indicative as much of Darcy’s respect for Elizabeth as his disdain for her circumstances, and foretells their eventual functional relationship, despite being so insulting Elizabeth would have been justified in shoving him out the window as a response.
Blather below cut, because this is long and it isn’t really a properly cited argument (it’s late, I’m lazy)
Why do I think this about The Worst Proposal in literary history, frequently compared both to Mr Collin’s no-means-yes proposal and Darcy’s later I’ll Shut Up If You Want Me To Really Just Say The Word proposal? Because Darcy doesn’t explain himself to anyone else in the book, but he does explain himself — fairly constantly — to Elizabeth. He starts early on, with their argument at Netherfield where he points out that Elizabeth is asking him to explain opinions she has attributed to him but that he has never expressed, goes on with the proposal and the succeeding letter, and, concludes when Elizabeth brings up the topic of his intervening in the Lydia Incident and he explains his reasoning and intention.
Now, Darcy is rarely asked to explain himself — I don’t think anyone except Elizabeth dares to do so in the text, and between the reactions of Mr Bingley (cheerfully admits to being intimidated into going along with whatever Darcy thinks is a good idea), Mr Gardiner (suspects Darcy of being eccentric and high-handed in his initial welcoming behaviour at Pemberley) and Mr Bennet (says Darcy is the sort of man he wouldn’t dare to refuse) it’s reasonable to infer that Darcy’s general social situation is that he makes decisions according to whatever esoteric reasoning appeals to him, and other people are just expected to go along with it. It suits his station in life, but it also suits his age — Darcy inherits exceptional wealth and influence at a very young age, and is simply used to being treated like and thinking of himself as a person with the inherent right to Have His Way in a way that someone who inherited with an older and less pliable sense of self might be. He doesn’t feel the need to ask even his family’s opinions or permission on his actions, although we know from what he tells Elizabeth that he takes what he assumes to be their opinions into account when making a decision (I’m inclined to think this is an age-at-inheritance thing, in that I suspect young Darcy felt obliged to make it clear to his older and higher ranking relatives that he and Pemberley weren’t extensions of their own estates).
The point of this is that practically nobody would have expected him to actually explain why he had chosen to marry Elizabeth, including Elizabeth herself. He could have just asked her, without elaboration, because he had the resources and this was a thing that he had decided to do, for reasons apparent only to himself, and no one would have asked him to explain his reasoning. He would probably have been thought to be acting rashly/overwhelmed by emotion/behaving in an extremely surprising and unexpected way/being a very disobliging nephew, but, well, Great Men Have Their Reasons, and apparently he’s into that sort of thing Elizabeth.
But what does this wealthy and influential man who expects everyone to fall in line do, when proposing? He explains himself. Elizabeth gets the (unwelcome at the time) privilege of hearing his reasoning process, his uncertainty and worry, his various unguarded thoughts, his plans for their/his future. Unfortunately, they’re mostly thoughts about how she’s going to make his life harder in ways that she can’t change (her family’s situation) and didn’t initiate (proposal that he blindsided her with), and she’s rightly insulted. But. Consider this honest presentation of problems and solutions in contrast to, say, Mr Bennet, who never explains anything to his wife and keeps important information from her, or Mr Collins, who expects his wife to follow along in his unswerving deference to Lady Catherine’s wishes. IMO, the laying out of insulting detail is, slightly perversely, an indication of Darcy’s respect for Elizabeth’s intellect and opinion, and her right to an explanation and input. That he listens to her tear his careful examination of the facts into tiny pieces, and then takes steps to explain and apologise, is another.
Consider, too, Mr Bennet’s later concern about Elizabeth finding herself in an unequal match in terms of ‘talents’ (ie intellect). Darcy treats Elizabeth like his intellectual equal, if not his social equal, and, I would argue, indicates an expectation of a companionate marriage wherein both partners respect each other’s thoughts and opinions and are privy to each other’s concerns. (He’s obviously jumped the gun in assuming he has the right to ask Elizabeth to hear his concerns, and seriously misjudged the wisdom of asking her to reassure him as to his worries about her embarrassing family/private sore spot, but I digress. I think he’s talking more to the Elizabeth in his head than the Elizabeth in front of him at that point.) And Elizabeth comes around eventually — consider that they ‘decide between themselves’ that they are to be the happiest couples in the world.
Anyway, TLDR post-canon Darcy definitely runs everything past his wife and they have problem-solving/budget planning/social plotting tête-à-têtes on the regular.
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nanayoungishere · 3 years ago
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Play It Cool (Part Eight)
TK knew the day was gonna be horrible the moment they came to work and saw that the entire diner was filled with cranky old people.
The fact that you weren’t there and your apparent replacement -- a waitress named Tina who may or may not be banging their boss -- came in forty-five minutes late only confirmed that fact.
But it wasn't until the seniors cleared out and TK got to talking with Tina about where you were that they came to realize just how God-awful the day really was.
“Kidnapped?!”
Tina nodded rapidly, her eyes wide. “Yeah! They passed out and some guy just,” she made a sweeping motion with her arms, “picked them up and ran!”
TK’s head swam as they processed the information, forcing them to lean on the counter to steady themselves. They wanted desperately for it to be a joke, but they knew it wasn’t.
The look on Tina’s face told TK all they needed to know. She was dead serious.
“Picked -- did someone chase after them?! Did you call the police?!” The panic was making TK’s voice rise to tea kettle levels. They ran their shaking hands through their hair, needing to do something to keep their mind off of --
the things they saw on the news the things they saw in scary movies thriller movies crime movies all the horrible horrible horrible things that could be happening to you right now as they just stood there and shook
“I-I don’t -- how did this --”
Tina didn’t seem to be aware of how close TK was to flipping their shit. Instead she went straight into gossip mode, leaning in close like she was telling a juicy secret. “Okay so like, I was waiting tables right?”
TK wanted to shake her. They didn’t need some long winded, dramatic story right now, not when you were fucking kidnapped oh dear God --
“And Y/N walks in and I’m like, what? You know how bad the food is, why would you eat here? But then they order a milkshake and I’m all like, ooooh, that’s why! ‘Cause the milkshakes bring all the customers to the yard --”
“Tina --”
“But then they just keep ordering milkshakes and they look super nervous the entire time, right? Like they’re shaking and muttering and sweating which, ew. But they keep ordering milkshakes, like a dozen of them. And they keep looking super nervous and scared and checking their phone a lot. And then someone came in!”
“Who?”
“I dunno. He was like, super tall? And creepy. And bald which, mega ew. I think he was old or something.” She shrugged. “Anyway, Y/N knocked over their milkshake and went to the bathroom to clean up and when they came back the guy was like, holding out a bunch of flowers which, you know, kinda made up for being bald and old? But after they took the flowers they like, passed out.”
“Passed out?” TK repeated, sounding as though they were being strangled.
“Yeah! I think he like, drugged the flowers? Which was weird ‘cause like, I didn’t even know that was a thing --��
TK wanted to throw up. Preferably over Tina’s shoes because why the fuck was she not taking this seriously and --
Oh God what happened to you.
Oh God what was happening to you right now.
Anything could be happening to you right now! You could be murdered or tortured or ra--
They could feel the bile in their throat. “Oh God…”
“A bunch of the customers ran after them, but the guy was fast. Super fast,” she said emphatically. “He was gone before anyone could catch up and the police, they showed up like ten minutes later asking a buncha questions.”
TK covered their mouth, their face growing paler by the second. “Did -- did they find them or --”
She just shrugged and went back to washing dishes.
Like she didn’t care. Like she couldn’t give any less of a fuck that one of their coworkers was kidnapped by some freak.
Calm down, a distant, more rational part of them said. Maybe there’s a reasonable explanation for this. Maybe this is all a misunderstanding. Maybe if you call them right now, they’ll pick up and everything’ll be fine.
TK clung to that shred of hope like a lifeline. They had their phone in hand and your contact on call before they realized what they were doing.
“Hello!”
“Y/N, are you --”
“I can’t come to the phone right now! Leave a message after the --”
TK hung up and tried again.
And again.
And again.
Each time it went straight to voicemail, they could feel their heart rate picking up, dread pooling in their stomach.
They didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to even consider it because these sorta things didn’t happen to them. It happened to other people, people on the news, people in crime shows, not someone they knew.
There had to be another explanation for this. You couldn’t be --
Be…
“I-I’m going on break!”
They threw off their apron and ran to the backroom before Tina could say anything.
Where is it, where is it, where -- there!
A black book, one filled with all the employee contact information. Specifically phone numbers and emergency contact numbers.
TK flipped through it until they got to your information. For your emergency contact you listed your roommate, Lucy. TK wasn’t sure why considering how often you complained about her and her willingness to leave you with all the rent, but whatever. They weren’t complaining.
They called her up, fidgeting at the dial tone. “Come on, come on, pick up…”
It answered. The person on the other line sounded irritated, and oddly breathless. “Yo! Who the hell’s this? I’m kinda --”
In the background TK heard a long, loud moan. It took a second for TK to realize what they were hearing and when they did, they had to resist the urge to immediately hang up.
Jesus Christ.
“-- in the middle of someone, ya know?” she said with absolutely no shame. “It better be important.”
TK grimaced, blushing despite themselves. “Is this Lucy? I’m --”
“Whoa.” The playful tone in her voice dropped, turning into a snarl. “Who the hell told you that name? Who the fuck is --”
“I’m TK, Y/N’s coworker from work,” they cut in. “Are they there? It’s an emergency.”
The phone was muffled for a moment. TK heard Lucy call out to someone in the background. “Nope. Not here.”
“Shit.” Their hands were trembling again. “Did they at least come home last night?”
“I don’t -- hold on.” They heard her yell to someone in the background, followed by a banging sound. The moaning, thank God, came to a stop. “What the fuck is this about? What’s going on?”
TK hesitated before giving her the whole story. She was your emergency contact, she needed to know.
She took it as well as TK did. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“I --”
“I’m coming over there right the fuck now. You stay there, understand?” She hung up.
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Lucy dressed herself as she walked out the door.
She didn’t even bother to tell her newest “study buddies” to fuck off out of her apartment; she just left.
Halfway down the narrow hall she bumped into the landlord. She didn’t apologize and kept on walking.
“Lucy, your rent is --”
“Y/N got fucking kidnapped at their workplace. I don’t have time for your shit right now, Don.”
Any other time she would’ve fucking cherished the blindsided look on his face. “Wha --”
Lucy jumped down the steps and hit the ground running.
She didn’t have time to waste. Not with you.
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Left in the hallway, Don briefly considers the idea of just letting it go.
It didn’t have anything to do with him. You were a tenant, nothing more.
Or at least, that’s what he kept telling himself. Something about you had been catching his eye lately, though maybe that was the lonely divorcee in him grasping at straws.
He scowled down at the phone in his hand before finally biting the bullet and making the call. Fuck he hoped this was an actual emergency, because this was gonna get awkward.
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Officer Williams -- also known as Roy to his friends and his Dad -- considered the information at hand.
A handle of witnesses, all who said the exact same thing. Tall, bald, hoodie vest, male, creepy looking. Short, baseball cap and hoodie, very nervous, undetermined gender. Short one passed out, tall one took them away. Flowers were involved.
And by the time the officers came to the scene, they were long gone.
Roy and the officers with him combed the area, but there was no sign of them. If he had to guess, the tall one must’ve taken a car along the way. Which meant they could be anywhere, even out of town for all he knew.
No security footage, because the boss of the place was too cheap to fix their broken cameras. Didn’t catch anything on the nearby traffic or store cameras either.
He knew your name, Y/N, and where you worked. But he knew nothing about the man who took you. Or why you were so scared of him, according to the other patrons.
An abusive ex? A thug shaking you for money? Roy had no clue.
He could look through some of the nearby shops, maybe see if they knew anything about it, but that could take some time. And he already had enough on his plate; maybe he should shift this over to someone else --
His phone rang.
“Hello? This is Officer Williams.”
“Roy, it’s me.”
He blinked. “Dad? What --”
“Listen, I’m gonna need a favor…”
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You briefly woke up, hit with the sudden feeling that you were forgetting something.
But the warmth -- fuck, he’s so fucking warm -- curled around you kept you from fully waking.
His arms were wrapped around you. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek. He was with you, he was yours.
You had never felt more comfortable, more loved in your life.
You snuggled back into your Honey’s arms, ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of your head. It couldn’t be that important. Not compared to snuggling up with your boyfriend.
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siswritesyanderes · 4 years ago
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Wow we just love to put Sadie through it don’t we? Which Doctor would you pair her with? Or a Torchwood person, if you think they’d fit her better.
Oh boy, it would be so interesting for all of them. And obviously, we're assuming this happens slightly later in her life; she's a teenager in Rule One because it's Twilight, but for a Doctor Who story she'd be in her twenties. Also, jury's out on whether it's platonic or romantic yanderes.
(For clarity, we're still working with the premise, as expressed in earlier posts, that all versions of the Doctor eventually get to kidnapping, so in most of these scenarios, she's already at full-time companion status. For Twelve, though, let's say it takes a bit longer for her to get there. If it doesn't squick you out, we could say she meets him the same way Bill does; at a college in which he's teaching. Either way, she'd have more Earth-bound interactions with Twelve than anyone else.)
Nine would probably be the most coherent and straightforward, for her. (Well, it's a tie between him and Thirteen.) He'd be frank about everything he's thinking and feeling, with regards to her, and he would be easy to talk to about it. Kinder and more reasonable than his edgy attire might suggest. Even when he doesn't bend on the whole kidnapping thing, he'd be easy to have a discussion with. Sadie tries probing about why he feels that he needs to keep her close, but he's resistant to telling her anything about his past. Admittedly, it makes her very curious. He's an alien, physiologically and mentally and emotionally distinct from humanity, and he's secretive, and he won't let her leave. The mystery of it all is very engaging. Obviously, she'd still rather not be kidnapped, but since that hadn't been made an option, she would like to learn everything.
Ten would be so complicated, because Sadie knows that the dynamic between them isn't healthy, but she also really doesn't like hurting people's feelings. She would try to help him talk through his problems and his trauma and his crimes, and that would only make him more obsessed and dependent. After all, who would help him to pick through all these painful memories, without her? It's like the pain of each old shame, each loss, is dulled just by discussing them with her; like she's left fingerprints of salve through his mind, and if anything were to happen to her, all of the salve would disappear at once. That's all in addition to the love he already felt for her. Sadie can see this increasing neediness developing, but he would just break down again if she stopped now (He wants to tell her everything, soothe more memories, wrap her more thoroughly around his emotional wellbeing.), and anyway, hopefully if they keep digging, they'll come out on the other side of this. Right?
Eleven would be hilarious just because Sadie would keep trying to manage a coherent, meaningful conversation about the parameters of the relationship, and he just keeps jumping from topic to topic and talking around her protestations and not addressing things as deeply as she wants to. His restlessness and Sadie's tendency to dwell and think things through would take some reconciling. She would try to adapt to his personality; she learns that asking him one question or making one request doesn't work as well as giving him a list. If she only says one thing, even if she repeats it, it can get lost in the deluge of his constant activity, but if she says, "Doctor. Four things. One: I need to eat. Two: Can I at least stop by my house to pick up some of my own clothes? Three: If so, can I bring my dog?...(etc.)", he'll likely remember and address each point. For the record, he would let her bring Brillig onto the TARDIS. He would start calling him "our dog". And he can speak dog, so he really treats Brillig more like their shared son. If Sadie wants to seriously discuss something, Eleven will whistle and tell Brillig something like, "Off you go; your mother wants to chat with me alone." And Brillig would go because, again, the Doctor speaks dog. Brillig is a good outlet for his energy, which makes it easier for Sadie to actually talk with him without him bouncing off the walls.
Twelve would be interesting because, like I've said in previous posts, he'd have a bit of tsundere energy, and Sadie would take that largely at face value at first, so he'd be acting all surly and she's just like, "Well, if you don't like me, then we don't have to interact, right?" Eventually, this train of thought would lead to her surmising that Twelve is more invested in her than he initially shows (since he keeps actively seeking her out), but she'd still be pretty blindsided by how much so. When it gets to the point that he does kidnap her, she would be scared stiff; she misread his feelings for her so many times, she has no idea what to expect anymore, so she just goes silent. He would initially try to reassure her that she's safe in a prickly, dismissive way, but when that doesn't help, he softens up and speaks honestly with her about his feelings. It still takes a while for her to relax. Twelve becomes really sweet, in his treatment of her, to make up for having confused and frightened her.
Thirteen would be frank and communicative, like Nine. More forgetful, though; she often has to say things like "Have I already said that?" or "Have I told you that yet? I meant to..." But she's trying to be communicative, and Sadie learns to periodically ask, "Now, Doctor, is there anything you think you should tell me but aren't sure you have?" Like I've said before, Thirteen is more of a slow burn, boil the frog yandere than most of the others, so as far as Sadie is concerned, she's just a companion at first. Enjoying the universe, and all of the alien cultures she gets to see. There's time for Sadie to develop camaraderie and fondness for Thirteen, before Thirteen's possessiveness becomes obvious, so Sadie talks her through it as a friend more than as a matter of survival or anything else. Thirteen is her quirky alien friend who sometimes has a bit of a dark side; it's fine. When Thirteen suddenly suggests that they're dating, Sadie goes with the flow. But eventually, she's going to ask to go home, and Thirteen will keep finding reasons not to, and they'll have their first argument. It isn't their last; Sadie and her time lord BFF go back and forth about this all the time.
I never watched Torchwood, but I do know Captain Jack from Doctor Who, and it blows my mind that I hadn't thought about him as a yandere before now. Hot, flirtatious, can't die, apparently armed with a gun even when he's naked. Thinking of him flirting with Sadie is delightful. I think he'd be closer to a jovial stalker than a kidnapper.
Aah, thank you for this question!
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elleonmybeloved · 4 years ago
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Inspired by the beautiful art I saw recently of a kiss-dazed Diluc saying that he supposed you could continue, and from my own Diluc randomly coming home for absolute free on a random pull, I present you:
Kissing Booth!
Diluc x Female Adventurer Reader
Rated T: Lots of kissing in the dark with the big D himself.
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With slow, drawn out movements, you did your best to set up the booth in the square. Around you, the other adventure teams set up normal ones, like cupcakes, charm bracelets, and assortments of artifacts. You cast a wistful gaze at them, wishing your group had also had some artifacts to sell.
In order to make the funding competition more fair and prevent repeats, each group had to draw a concept from a hat and make their booth sell that particular thing. Unfortunately, somebody had the great and hilarious idea to put some joke prompts in there, and your group had the great misfortune to pull the one and only paper marked “kissing booth” from it.
Admittedly, you had been kind of expecting Bennett’s group to draw that one, so the situation completely blindsided you. You weren’t the only girl on your adventure team, but Felicia had a boyfriend, so the burden was left to you.
“Hey, need a hand?” Jack, a fellow adventurer asks, having approached you with a friendly wave. “I noticed you don’t have your booth set up yet and Katheryn says we’re starting in five minutes.” 
“Thanks Jack, but I’m good.” You give him an awkward smile. “Other than the curtain, the box, these chairs…” You sigh. “Aaaand this lipstick, there isn’t really anything else to set up.”
“Oh, okay.” He deflates, probably thinking you are denying him because he doesn’t seem useful.
As much as you’d like to hide behind the thick red velvet of the curtain, your group needs funding, and you’re not about to be the reason nobody can get their blades and armor fixed up at the blacksmith for the next several months.
“I guess, if you don’t mind, you can help me put this on top.” You acquiesce, throwing him a bone. Holding up a sign that says “Kissing Booth: One kiss for 1,000 Mora”, you gesture at the top of the wooden booth, where there’s a couple nails hammered in to hang the sign on.
“Leave it to me!” He says, and takes the sign from your hands to place it, dreadfully, in plain sight, right where it’s supposed to be.
“Thanks.” You say, trying hard to sound genuine lest he misunderstand.
“No problem! See ya, and good luck fundraising!”
He’s off with a whistle, and you wonder if he even read the sign he just hung up for you. Oh well, whatever.
 A few minutes later, the chime of a handheld bell rings through the courtyard, and you hear Katheryn’s voice announcing, “Welcome to the Adventurer’s Guild’s Biannual Fundraising Fair.”
Resigned to your fate, you draw back the velvet curtain and sit in your chair, gripping the tube of red lipstick harder than you would the handle of your sword if you came across an entire nest of giant slimes.
People filter into the square, most making a beeline for the sweets, and several crowding around the artifact booths to get first pickings of the feathers, goblets, and timepieces alike. With no flashy goods at your table, it’s a while before anybody even notices you. When a few people, you are relieved to see them laugh, and say “Look, they made a joke booth this year too, haha!” You let out a nervous laugh and give them a good natured smile.
You notice immediately when your luck runs out, a gaggle of young men and women just out of the cupcake booth heading your way. The exaggerated “No way, seriously?” accompanied by obnoxious giggles from one of the girls lets you know that they aren’t paired off, and the “Well if it isn’t my lucky day” from a lanky guy with a fashionable undercut and a flashy ear piercing tolls the bell of your doom.
“Hi, welcome.” You manage to greet the group with a stiff smile. 
“You’re selling kisses?” One of the guys, a shorter one with black hair asks.
“... Yes.” You reply. “One thousand mora each.”
“Real kisses?” The flashy guy is the one to ask this time, leaning forward with a piercing look. “Like on the lips?”
“Or somewhere else on the face.” You suggest hopefully. “But yes.”
“Well then. Allow me to be your first customer. I’ll start off with three kisses, all on the lips. If you don’t mind.”
You do mind. But what can you do. At least he’s not ugly, but the amused stares of his group at your situation are humiliating, and your cheeks get hot with shame as you stare down at the table and he counts out three thousand mora, placing them on the table in front of you.
Applying a fresh coat of red lipstick buys you only a few seconds, and then he is leaning in expectantly. You close your eyes and resolve to make it as quick as possible.
“Stop!”
The voice is so sharp you startle in your chair as your eyes fly open. Crossing his arms and scowling, Diluc Ragnvindr stalks over and stands between you and flashy guy.
“Huh? Why? What’s the deal, man? I properly paid, count it if you don’t believe me?” Flashy Guy looks confused.
“That’s not the issue, just take your money and go.” Diluc swipes the coins off the counter and insistently presses the fist of them against flashy guy’s chest until the other man bewilderedly accepts it.
“Um, okay. I’m just gonna… go?” He and his group of friends leave, the girls already breaking into gossipy whispers before they’re even out of earshot.
“Uh, hi Diluc. Why’d you do that?”
Diluc turns to face you at your question, an annoyed expression on his face. “You’re really asking me why, Y/n? … Seriously, why would you even go through with such an idea in the first place?”
You frown at the implication in his tone. “I didn’t have a choice. And my group needs the money.”
“You should’ve made them give you a different booth concept.”
“I tried. Groups aren’t allowed to change concepts, since it would be unfair.” You explain with a sigh. As relieved as you are to have gotten out of kissing anyone so far, the weight of the empty mora box you are supposed to fill weighs heavily on the back of your mind. 
“... You just need to sell all your stock, right? How much were you going to sell?”
You look up, and take a moment to think about it. “I guess I was hoping to get away with just fifty. Fifty thousand mora could possibly last us a few months… if we’re lucky and nobody’s sword gets shattered to pieces from a superconduct reaction again.”
“Make it a hundred, and I’ll just pay for it.”
“Huh?” You blink. “Oh, wow, thank you! That’s very generous of you. I wonder how I will explain all this to anybody who asks though…” Unable to help a cringe at the thought of your friends and guild mates teasing you for being the kiss-whore of the town, Diluc takes in your troubled expression with a raised brow.
“That’s none of anyone’s business.”
“Yeah but… if someone does find out you uh, sponsored us a hundred thousand mora, and didn’t even receive anything in return…” You play nervously with your hands, already imagining the protests of unfairness. “...But I guess I’ll just deal with it since the only way I can see managing to avoid that is if I actually give you a hundred kisses, ahaha.”
“...”
Dammit, this is awkward, why did you have to joke like that? Diluc is looking at you with an intense unreadable expression. You can’t help but squirm.
“What?”
“That’s a good solution. Let’s do it.”
“Oh. Really?” You stammer, feeling heat rise to your face. You’ve had a crush on Diluc for the longest time, but never in your wildest dreams would you think he felt the same. “With me? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. But I would appreciate a little privacy. Move over.”
You’re still reeling as he makes his way around and comes in the booth, leaning back instinctively to get out of his way as he reaches over and unbinds the thick velvet curtain, leaving the two of you in the dim red light that barely filters through the fabric.
Diluc pulls the second chair up next to yours, and sits facing you. He takes a pouch out of his pocket and places it on the counter of the booth next to you with a faint clink. You don’t even have to count to know there’s a hundred thousand mora in there, it’s a fat enough pouch.
Taking a deep breath, you begin, uncapping the lipstick to apply a fresh coat.
“Is that part necessary?” Diluc asks.
You falter, lips already cherry red. You don’t know what to say. Does he think it looks bad on you? You can’t help flushing in shame. “Oh, sorry.”
“No- it’s ugh, it’s fine. Continue. Please.” Diluc backtracks, placatively patting the air with his hand.
A long moment of charged tension passes, as you try and fail to work up the nerve to close the distance. His lips look so soft and the way his jaw works as he swallows sends a thrill through you.
“......”
“......”
With a small noise of impatience, Diluc shifts in his seat— and then kisses you, pressing his lips firmly against your own until you relax and melt back into him. He begins to rub his lips back and forth against yours, and strokes the shell of your ear with a gloved hand. The sensation makes you shiver. His breath is loud in your ears.
Heat builds up within you, threatening to burst. Your brain struggles to comprehend- Diluc, whom you’ve loved for the longest time, is kissing you. 
Your breath catches in your throat at a particularly assertive press of his lips, and at the startled sound, Diluc breaks away.
“You okay? Still enjoying this, or…?” He asks, voice a rich murmur for your ears only.
“I’m fine, m-more than fine ahah,” You giggle breathlessly. “But I’m the one who’s supposed to be kissing you.”
“Hurry up then. You were taking too long.”
The implication of his feelings in the way he says it fills you with sudden confidence, and you smile and give him a look before leaning in and pressing a quick, sweet kiss to his lips. It leaves you exhilarated and buzzing, and a squeezing saccharine urge bubbles up within you. Resisting the sudden desire to clench your teeth, you swoop in and attack his face with kisses, pressing your lips into the smooth skin of his cheek several times before moving to the other one. Diluc gives a breathless laugh and you feel like your heart will just burst. The soft, tsck tsck tsck sound of repeated kisses fills your ears. 
After his cheeks have received enough attention, you move down to his jaw, the slight indication of ginger stubble prickling against your lips as you give it a few smooches in adoration before moving to the sensitive skin of his neck. It’s warm and so soft against your lips, you can’t resist going further than you should and opening your lips after kissing to suck on it. The surprised, needy sound Diluc makes sends a distinctive squeeze somewhere lower than your stomach full of butterflies. 
You hesitate, and then do it again. He gives a low grunt this time, and your head spins at how quickly the two of you are losing control. Somehow reminded of all the girls in Mondstadt who swoon over and try to woo Diluc, you place a restraining hand on his shoulder before diving in and sucking hard right below his jaw. 
“Hey-!” Diluc hisses and pushes you off. 
You startle out of your love-addled haze and are squeaking out the beginning of a frantic apology when Diluc roughly grasps both of your thighs and lifts you out of your chair and deposits you onto his lap. 
Thrown off balance, you scramble to steady yourself, squishing your body against his chest and gripping both his shoulders to right yourself. 
“What’s the big idea?” You ask, giving him a look as you recover your composure. “I almost fell!”
“I would’ve caught you. And if you want to kiss me like that, you’re gonna have to fully commit to it.” Diluc says, raising an eyebrow and giving you a cool glance right back. “I’m not going to get a hickey from someone sitting across from me in another chair like some nervous Church of Barbatos deacon in training.”
“Fine, fine, I get it.” You huff. He has a point. “You could be a bit less rough with me, though.”
Diluc blinks and averts his eyes for a moment. “... Right. Sorry, Y/n. Wasn’t intentional.”
“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes at him, thinking of how he throws his claymore around like a weightless treebranch.
Adjusting once more to get yourself comfortable atop his thighs, you apply another coat of lipstick. Leaning in, you're about to press another adoring kiss to his cheek when he turns his head, catching your lips instead. Your gasp of surprise melts into a whimper as he gets aggressive with it, pushing your mouths hard together with a gloved hand at the base of your head. You can’t escape his onslaught. Kiss after kiss, he doesn’t stop until you are gasping for air and then just dives right back in. Your mind goes blank of all thoughts, puddling into an empty haze.
When you come to your senses… a long time later, your lips are swollen, head dizzy from lack of oxygen, and … — Diluc’s gloves are on the floor, his face blissed out and slack, the sight sending a spear of heat straight through your stomach to your core. You swallow dry, clenching your thighs on either side of his and slide your hand down his stomach, and OHhhhgod abort, somebody is pushing the red curtain aside, flooding the small space with bright light.
“Oh, what the-! What in Barbatos’ name are you two doing in here?” Cyrus asks, rearing back with a shocked expression. “Archons, Y/n, I thought you’d left the booth behind.”
“Master Cyrus?!?” You’re just. Frozen stiff in Diluc’s lap, mortified. But instead of letting you scramble out of his lap, Diluc tightens his arms around you, trapping you in his embrace.
“Despite being given a ridiculous product, Y/n managed to sell all her stock to me. I hope there isn’t a problem with that.”
Cyrus stammers in the face of the thinly veiled accusation, monocle nearly slipping off his face. “Yes well. I’m not in charge of the prompts, miss Katheryn is… ahem, anyways, the fundraising event is over now. We’re taking down the booths and moving them to the Adventure Wagon.”
“Oh, okay.” You say, tucking your hair behind your ear, still flustered. “I’ll be right there.”
“You gonna need help taking the booth down and carrying it over, kid?” The blond older man asks, an unsure look on his face as he eyes your companion.
“I’ll take care of it.” Diluc says before you can answer, and you nod belatedly.
“Alright. See ya.”
When Cyrus is gone, the two of you are once again shrouded in red-tinted darkness, but the noisy sounds of people walking and loading things onto the wagon is unmistakable.
“...So, um… anyways…” You begin awkwardly.
“—That wasn’t a hundred.” Diluc cuts you off.
“...Huh?”
“That wasn’t a hundred. So you can deliver the rest of them later this evening. I’ll tell Adelinde to keep an ear out for you, so just knock if the Winery is closed by the time you arrive. I have some work to do with the guild but I should be done with all my most important business by five.”
“Oh. Okay. Sure.” You smile shyly. “Far be it from me to not deliver in a timely manner.”
“That’s my girl.” He says with a wry smile. “Blessedly quick on the uptake.”
“We should take the booth up before Master Cyrus comes back.” You admit reluctantly, climbing off his lap as he releases his grip on you.
“Let me do the heavy lifting.” Diluc insists, and the two of you come out the back and get to work on taking it down.
You try to help carry one of the smaller supports over to the wagon, but Diluc just says “I’m the one with the gloves, so I’m the one handing the wood. You’ll get splinters.” and shoves the Kissing Booth sign into your hands instead.
Diluc is… covered in lipstick kissmarks, and though several of your guild mates see and remark on it, there isn’t a trace of the pink on Diluc’s cheeks that you had seen in the booth as he gives cool responses. Remembering the sight of him, flushed and dazed and panting, has you nearly dropping the stupid sign though, and you hastily distract yourself from the thoughts of his lips that had tasted faintly sweet like grape juice… with the fate of Bennett’s booth. 
You’re not sure what happened, but somehow it got burnt down to a crisp. Vaguely you recall he had drawn candles as a selling prompt. Ah. You can more or less guess what happened. Poor Benny. 
“See you tonight.” You give Diluc a little wave goodbye when you’re finished, and he’s about to leave.
Catching your hand, he gives you a kiss this time, getting the top of your hand smudged with the faint remnants of your lipstick. “Don’t keep me waiting too long. I’m a busy man.”
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msgrumpygills · 4 years ago
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Dude we been saying but you guys dont listen.
It's obvious that Jared didn't know about any of this and was shocked by it and then had a pathetic meltdown on twitter. He even openly insulted Robbie Thompson, a writer, by calling him a coward.
It seems like Thompson, Bobo Berens, Kripke etc all knew but Jared didn't know about it, like, AT ALL??? And supposedly Jared and Jensen are ''BFF'' and ''brothers''. Lmao give me a break!!
This fall out has started way back, and I think you guys deep down know the reasons for this fall out but refuse to admit it. If Ackles family announced this project this means they have not been only thinking about it but also working on it together. With the addition and creation of Chaos Machine and their contract with WB, they have been planning this project for quite some time. Maybe even a year or so.
You guys are saying ''but Jensen told Jared about the potential SPN project before!!!!'' dude... casually mentioning doesnt mean shit. It still proves that Jensen&Danneel didnt want to include Jared at all and actually more than that even. They probably wanted him to not even hear about it. Not even learn that they have been working on this project.
In this case they have been planning and working on this project (with the creation of Chaos Machine also), then that means 'J2 fall out theory' has been going on for quite a while. Also Ackles and Pads families' fall out, and their disconnection from each other.
Not surprised. Pads have been acting quite cringe and like entitled people whom never learn or change. If I were Jensen or D, I'd want to cut them off too. Doesnt mean J2 are supposedly this two ''brothers UwU'' who care so much about each other and has been friends for years. No, shit. I've cut my ties with my parents and other friends whom I knew for more than 20 years!
It doesnt help that Pads' actions just worsen it. Jared is nothing but a man baby for not only going after Jensen but publically calling a writer coward in front of millions. Everyone is making fun of Jared now, and quite honestly he deserves it. He never changes or learns, as if he's a fucking baby or something. Dude's a middle aged man, for gods sake. Stop acting like he's a kid. He doesn't deserve pity for his incompetence and pathetic and entitled responses.
Anyways, fall out theory is real. I think there are a tons of reasons for that fall out (again, even if some of those reasons are the things you guys will never admit but...) this fallout didnt surprise me but I would be lying if I said that Jared's man child meltdown didnt catch me by surprise. All in all, what comes around goes around.
I can't speak for anyone else but to me it seems like Jared knew that there was a possibility. Jensen mentioned doing something Supernatural related that would have some of the cast on there. So Jared couldn't have been completely blindsided by it because Jensen mentioned the possibility TO HIM. As for them working on it for a long time, I'm not sure how long they've been actually working on it seriously. Jensen mentioned it at the panel, but if I understand correctly, the show is just in the early stages, so it wouldn't be something they would be working on for a year or something.
As for the families falling out, I think people have noticed the lack of "family togetherness" with them for a long time now. I know the wives sometimes comment to each other or like posts, but that's a rarity. I think there has been tension with the families since Gen blew up at Jensen and JDM even got involved. There was a reason Gen wasn't at the Morgan wedding and it wasn't because she was "watching the kids". I do agree that the Ackles' are smart for distancing themselves though because the Pads' are incapable of behaving like actual adults.
Just take a look at the difference between Jensen's social media posts and Jared's posts. Jensen has had virtually no drama, no embarrassing meltdowns or insensitive tweets. Then you get Jared who has had numerous tantrums, made some really gross comments about other people, etc. Don't even get me started on the differences in the wives either. The Ackles' are smart with PR and smart about their image and behavior. Have they made mistakes? Of course, everyone has, but not to the extent of Jared's mistakes.
Jared continues to act like an ass because no one ever holds him accountable for his actions. They just coddle him because "he's just emotional and needs to be protected" and because he has "mental illness". That's another whole thing because the fact that he's a "mental health advocate", he sure does a lot of damage by using his mental illness as a crutch to be an asshole.
The J2 fallout came as a surprise to me. Maybe I haven't been in the know for long enough though. I think they definitely weren't as close as they once were, but didn't expect a Jared Brand Twitter Fit aimed at Jensen.
Maybe this will teach Jared to think before he tweets. Maybe....
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