#but he also wants to know why he wants to know why his father left him and why he betrayed everyone

[space929]

This is an old post and I've talked about their relationship before and I'm doing it again because it needs to be done.

Which makes it sound like I disagree with the above, which I do not. This is 100% a based post.

Obvious TWs I think.

I gave him quite a bit of leeway in that I focused on the latter half of this scene and emphasized the difference in listening between the beginning of the movie and that portion, but this is really important to talk about.

This isn't an "error" that good parents make. There are a couple of reasons I think he might have done that - character wise - but none of them are good. Most of them have to do with emotional distancing and emotional immaturity. But I digress.

Let's talk about the beginning of this scene.

As I mentioned in my previous post, George is a lot like my mom. In that scene, he is very likely projecting. Gwen being angry and pointing out his "mistake" (quotes because I feel like it stops being a mistake when it involves a gun and time to think. Like, he's a cop. He has a permit. He has to know what to not do - I hate guns and I know what to not do! You do not point it at anything you do not intend to shoot. It stops being a mistake when you intend to shoot a child) makes him feel guilty, so he takes it out on her.

She needs to be quiet so he doesn't have to think about the hard things.

This is an idea that is incredibly prominent and generally comes hand-in-hand with the thought that you owe your parents respect regardless of what they do and how much they give you.

He gives her nothing up until this point. He does not listen to her, he talks about something he is aware she does not like or agree with and then shuts her down when she says that, he shuts her down every time she tries to share her feelings.

And then he's upset when she finally tries to shut down for the final time because he actually threatened her life. But that has to be her fault, because if it isn't, he would have to look in on himself and recognize the very real problems in their relationship and that they stem from him. The reason she never told him comes from him. The reason she left is because of him. The reason she's mad is him.

But then he'd have to deal with the guilt and self-reflection that comes with that, and that's uncomfortable. That's painful. It's far more comfortable if she keeps her emotions over there and he gets to remain the unquestionable authority that can do no wrong.

Anyway. This is just why he's doing it. It isn't an excuse or a justification. This is an awful way to think.

So he also tried to leave the house when she was mad at him. I went through and read the transcript for this part and it calls him a child for this which is hilarious. She follows after him to - and I pull this from the transcript - keep him from walking out the door.

She has learned to be more mature than her father. To go to him because he will never come to her.

There's just one more thing I want to mention.

Gwen's speech, which I love, focuses on her. It focuses on Ghost-Spider (I know that's not her name in ATSV but it's so much better and it should be) and the good she's trying to do.

It never mentions the way he hurt her. And I believe that that's because she knows he would shut down if it did. If she talked about him and what he did, he wouldn't respond the same.

When I was twelve, my mom practically kicked me out of the house to live with my dad. She got mad at me for this fact. To this day, I cannot talk to her about how I feel about this. I can complain to her about living with him. I can complain about him. I cannot tell her that she hurt me. She'll accept the first, she'll guilt trip me for the second.

And I think Gwen knows something similar would happen. She knows what not to mention.

I don't like how Jefferson parents. I think he's too authoritarian in a lot of cases. But they're right. He would never point a gun to Miles.

I ended my last one with an optimistic take on the fact that he was trying, and I want to end this one the same way, but the reality is that I gave a lot of leeway. He's done a lot of introspection, sure, but he hasn't done enough. He has to learn to take criticism that isn't edged around but never directly hitting the point.

George Stacy is not a good parent. I hope that he tries. I hope he learns. But he is not a good parent, and it's important to acknowledge that.

I still think about how Gwen's dad pointed a gun at her, and then got mad when Gwen didn't want to talk/look at him.

Like, sir, you pointed a GUN to your teenage DAUGHTER. You raised your gun back up after she unmasked.

Like, you found out Spider-ghost was your daughter and you still thought she killed HER best friend?? And on purpose??

You had a duty as a police man to what?? Shoot your unarmed teenage daughter if she tried to leave?? Instead of trying to let her explain at least??

Even Aaron let Spiderman go when he found out he was his nephew, and he was the villain.

[kabuki-writes]

Aeternitas Nunc Est

chapter: 7 chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

pairing: emperor geta/emperor caracalla x acacius' daughter!reader

summary: Your wedding night with Emperor Geta.

warning(s): heavy smut warning | partially non consent | Geta being Geta | semi-edited | english is not my first language, faults may occur | please let me know if i missed anything

Note: Yes, i kinda back after it took me nearly an eternity before i was able to present this smut-heavy chapter. I am not super-experienced with writing smut, but i tried my best and hope you'll like it! :) Also big thanks to all the sweet beans, who sent me well-wishes over the last weeks!

word count: 2.8

You watched the lights of Rome in the dark veil of the night, which had layed itself upon the hills of the eternal city. The royal palace sat upon one of those sacred hills, watching over the gigantic capital of the growing Empire, just like the Greek believed that the Olymp watched over their lands. This palace here was not only the residence of the Emperors Geta and Caracalla anymore, it was your home now too. You'll never get back to your families home, to your parents. With this marriage now, you were no longer in the hands of your father, but became the property of Geta. He was able to do with you as he pleased, which included an order to kill you or your family in an instant. A sword that was over your head from the day that your father betrayed the Emperors - and somehow you needed to find a way for yourself in this dangerous situation now. No privilege would save you now, your mind and your wits were your only weapons left.

Empress. It still felt surreal that this was the way you were called now. The title felt heavy on your shoulders just as the golden tiara crown of Empress Poppea on your head, while you listened to the footsteps of your husband behind you, echoing on the clean marble floor of his personal chambers as he approached you. Just as it was tradition, he'd taken you away from the celebration at one point, so that you to were able to seal this bond off with the mandatory wedding night.

Geta's hand reached out to you, taking one of the strains of your hair between his fingers, while his eyes lingered on your form, your curves hugged by the fabric of your beautiful wedding dress. Even though the thought of simply ripping your gown off your body and taking you right here right now, was an urge in his mind, he knew quite well that he had to treat you different like he did with his concubines. He needed you to surrender yourself to him, so that he could shake off the feeling of desperation he had, when he thought of you. Geta wanted you as a whole, not just your body, but your mind as well - an Empress that served him and loved him like no one else did.

„You can hate me as much as you want now. It doesn't matter", he whispered, standing close to you so that you were able to feel his hot breath against your skin. "I could kill you and your family, everything is in my hands, depending on how you play your part." Your eyes went silently to him, but you were not backing off in any way. "Then why don't you do it right now, my Emperor? Kill me and we're done with it. This wedding celebration becomes nothing more than dust and ashes then."

It were those words in this very moment, when Geta understood that he wasn't able to get you through fear. It surprised him, his irritation clearly written on his face. No one ever dared to speak with him like this, no one ever defied him in any way and yet you did - without hesitation. And while it would usually anger him, somehow in your case, he found it intruiging. Yet it also reminded him about the fact that he didn't just married you because he was able to bind General Acacius to his and his brother's rule.

His hand reached out and he traced the details of your jawline, before he placed his thumb and index finger at your chin, the tall young man basically towering you as he stood right in front of your form.

"That would be too easy, don't you think? I just presented Rome its new Empress. But let me remind you of the fact that you're nothing without me now. When my brother and i fall, so do you, which is why your father should follow our hand instead of chasing a dream that is long forgotten."

His thumb slowly ran over your lips, touching them softly as if he couldn't wait to simply kiss them. You stood still, eyes locked with him, as if you waited for him to make the first move. Maybe he thought you were a sheep, something to easily pray on like all the other women he usually got with one snap of his fingers, but despite your situation, there was still pride in you - hope even. "My father serves no one but Rome", you answered, but suddenly Geta tightened the grip on your chin. "Then you should hope that his definition of Rome is right this time. But let us stop talking about him, shall we? This is our wedding night and we both waited enough."

With those words his hands went to the brooches that held your dress together. Even though your body tensed, you knew you couldn't do anything about him being the first man to lay hands on you as he was now your husband. His dark eyes lingered on you like a wolf ready to consume his prey, especially once your dress fell from your shoulders to the ground, revealing the beautiful curves of your body.

"From the very first day i saw you, i was sure that you were the incarnation of Venus...", he mumbled, while his pale fingers traced your collarbones, the curves of your now exposed breasts, down to your hip. He took his time with it, as if he was looking at a marble statue in front of him. "Perfection."

His words rang in your ears and although it was an honor to hear those words from the mouth of an Emperor, it felt different. Otherwise, you instantly thought about the fact that his attention, his desire for you could be something useful. And you should at least try to keep him pleased if you didn't want him to think back to your father's betrayal. So out of a sudden, your hands went up to cup his cheeks, while your eyes met his. For a second he even froze in place, surprised by your sudden action. From the day you knew that a marriage with Geta was inevitable, you had to befriend the thought of induldging into something you couldn't change in any way. It was better to adapt in order to survive, better do play your part in order to gain peace - and through this, you might find a way to change the course of history?

Maybe this idea in your mind fired your bravery as you swallowed your pride and placed your lips on his. It was almost a provocation, rather than a romantic form of showing your devotion. "I might not change so quickly into the woman you expect from me", you whispered against them, his lips curving up into a wide smirk, amused by your tone shift. "Why should i want this? I enjoy our little game way too much..."

His hands suddenly grabbed your neck at the sides as he hold you in place, forcing you into another kiss, a more intense one this time. He quickly broke your hesitation with a straight entry of his tongue into your mouth, invading it like a conquerer and pushing you into a dance. You couldn't step back, you couldn't turn your head away, his fingers, the cold metal of his rings, drilled themselves into the skin on your throat and neck, imprison you in this position. It felt like an eternity until he released his lips from yours, before he brought them to your ear. "If i'd wish to fuck a submissive servant, i simply fuck one of my concubines, or a slave. You however,...", he whispered with a devilish grin on his face, which sent shivers down your spine. "It brings me much more joy, when you fight me... although i know you'll come to the point of loving me soon enough. And i will wait for it".

He didn't waste any time as he grabbed your arms and pushed you down on the the four poster bed, which was prepared for you two. A sea of pillows and blankets under the sky of heavy velvet drapes. Geta pinned you down onto the mattress as he placed kisses all over your neck, marking you as his own by leaving dark bruises on your skin. His words weren't a lie, because every time you tried to push him away with the way your body moved, he only took it as a motivation to continue in an even more craving and demanding way. There was no reason for you to keep this up for long, as it was not changing anything. Slowly his one hand creeped between your legs before he touched your sancturary, which was never been owned by any man before. With a grin, he coated his fingers with the wetness on your entrance, as he felt how your body shivered under his touch. "So you are not devoted to me yet? Then why are you wet like the ocean down there?", Geta whispered teasingly into your ear, while he pushed two fingers into you, causing you to gasp.

In fact, Geta was no brute. He could come off as a cruel man, but he knew that you were untouched, so he took his time to enjoy your body, while also preparing you for what's to come. In a way, he didn't want to hurt you, even though it was hard for him to hold back. His lips found their way from your neck to your breasts, while he stimulated your clitoris slowly with his fingers. There was no doubt that Geta was experienced, no surprisingly given the horde of concubines he called his own. But none of those women ever gave him the same satisfaction as you did in this moment. The feeling of your soft, skin under his lips was electrifying for him, while he went down to place kisses on your chest and lick over one of your nipples before he teasingly bit it with his teeth.

You couldn't clench your teeth together forever, while you tried so desperately to resist. There was still a form of resistance in you, as you didn't want to surrender your body so easily to the touch of a man that had threatened your family and force you into marriage. But it got harder, when the first sounds of pleasure escaped your lips, which incited Geta to keep going. The way your nipples grew hard under the touch of his tongue and the sucking of his lips was a divine example for him how you would soon tear down your wall freely. Out of a sudden, he reached for your wrist and forced your hand to the hem of his robes. "Go on, take them off", his demanding whisper catched your ear and you couldn't explain why your body simply followed his orders. Maybe a twisted 'excitement' guided your hands as you shoved his toga off his shoulders, following his belt and his tunica, the heavy brocade fabrics falling down to the white marble grounds, before you were able to see his body for the very first time.

Geta was the embodiment of the dissolute Emperor, whose main role from his early childhood was to become the most powerful man in all of Rome. The days his father had forced him onto the battlefield where long over, he hated the mere thought of dirt, hard work and the smell of a camp of legionaries. His body was pale as if he'd never seen the sunlight, a reminder how priviledged the Emperor's truly were in difference to the rest of Rome. Even though he wasn't seen as a strong man, who could fight against a gladiator, his slender body was still decorated by light and defined muscles. All those parties, the drinking and whoring aside, Geta did care for his body out of the fear to end up ill like his damned father, who died pathetically in his bed. But the most present part for you now was Geta's hardened erection, ready to have his moment, pre-cum already glistening in the dim light of the oil lamps that surrounded you. Your heart pounded against your chest, almost as if it would rip out of your skin at any given moment - like a prey in front of a predator and yet you stared into his eyes in defiance.

Oh how he was turned on by this beautiful defiance in your eyes, the thinking that you will never surrender yourself to a God. It motivated him to turn those tables, to make you scream his name as he would fuck you to elysium. And with that in his mind, he grabbed your wrists and pinned you down, bringing his body between your legs as he spreaded them. His hips blocking your possibility to push your legs together again. His face went down to your face, as he forced a hungry and predatory kiss onto your lips, your tongue fighting against his, before your suddenly bit his lip during the battle of dominance. Geta's head shot back, his dark eyes staring at you before a laugh escaped his lips again. "I have a pretty bold wife, so hesitant!"

"Call me your wife, but i will never love you!", you quickly hissed back, showing him the hate that had built up in your stomach with every second passing, but he didn't care at all. His grin spoke more than a thousand words. Without a warning, he slowly pushed himself into you. He could've simply thrust in you, not caring for your pain in any way which was hard to avoid when a woman lost her virginity. But it was softer than he inicially intended to be. You wanted to curse him, but all you were able to get out of your mouth, when you felt how the stinging pain got replaced with a different feeling, something more carnal, was a moan through your clenched teeth. Geta didn't need to hold himself back, the dark moan that came from his lips only mirrowed the pleasure he felt, when a tight cunt held his hardened cock. "I don't need your love, it'll come sooner or later. What i want now is your body, surrendered to me... and trust me, you will stop fighting me". With those words, the young Emperor began to thrust into you, starting with slow movements, while his one hand was still holding his position beside your head, the other was holding your wrists above your head to avoid any form of resistance.

Not that you could resist anyways, there was never a way out from the day your wedding got announced. Seeing his lust shimmering in his dark eyes, which were focused on your face, watching how you tried so desperately to not show him any form of pleasure, it felt like a torture. Geta knew what he did, he knew how to treat your body to get his desired reaction. And once he felt your resistance cracking down under the deep thrusts, while your bodies were starting to move in unison, he loosened the grip around your wrists. "I might've made a mistake... you're not so bold as you think you are", he groaned, before your eyes shut open and you grabbed his shoulders. Not bold enough... His voice haunted your head. You didn't surrender, maybe it was time to set new rules. With a devilish grin, he wrapped his arm around your hip and switched the positions with one movement. You found yourself on his lap, but one of your hand already found its way in his short gingerblonde hair, which you grabbed and pulled, before your hip moved against his. In this position, you were the one to look down on him, while he was able to easily hit your deepest core with his dick. "Now you got claws?", he whispered, but you didn't fall for his provocation and continued to ride him with a newly fired self-esteem, that even surprised him. But it wasn't as if he was able to think more about it in this very moment, when his fingers pressed into the skin of your ass, while he hold you down, the moment he shot his load in you. The semen that may carry an heir into your womb, a legacy Geta wished for himself - and not for his brother. A lineage that started from him and him alone. It was a good timing as your body 'surrendered' as well, your moan filling this room with your shared high, the only true implementation of a marriage.

Now you were truly his wife. Married to an Emperor. An Empress.

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[starmocha]

I have no friends that play lads and after the trailer with Caleb my mind is in ruins and all i can think is arranged marriage between Colonel Caleb and his general's daughter. Ughh the tension and the dramaaaaa.

Thats it, thats all i had to say, thank you for coming to my ted talk (i really needed to yap about that to someone) 😂😂😂😂😂

🥹 Anon~ come back. Let's chat some more. I'll entertain all of your Caleb brainrots 🫶 You should also know that I saw this message this afternoon while I was out shopping.......the high-pitched gasp I had let out in public, because why is this right up my alley 😭😭😭 Ok I originally thought out like the whole situation in bullet points, but writing this one scene gotten out of control, because why did I get so into it, so I guess...consider this a snippet of sorts (it's kind of messy, but I was rushing)? 🫣 (or should I polish this up and repost it as an actual fic? I'm really digging this premise, if I'm honest 🤔)

You didn't have a say.

You didn't agree to this marriage. The General—your father, you remind yourself, often feeling emotionally estranged from the man who has never once raised you, viewing you as secondary to his military career—has arranged for you to wed his colonel.

Colonel Caleb. He is young, ambitious, and with a bright future ahead of him. He will rise through the ranks quickly, many believe. No one is surprised that the young man is betrothed to the general's daughter. It seems only right that such an esteemed union should happen, bringing two honorable families together.

You didn't have a say.

The General—your father, you correct yourself again, your nerves getting the best of you—is walking you down the aisle, his arm looped around yours—tightly. The organ is playing the Wedding March. Why does it sound like a dirge?

All eyes are on you, the blushing bride in her beautiful pristine white, lacy long-sleeved demure wedding gown. You didn’t choose this. You didn’t want to wear this dress. You didn’t want to wear this style. This isn’t you.

You didn't have a say.

The guests are all part of the military. You don't know these people. They're the General's—Father's—acquaintances. His peers, his colleagues. Subordinates and superiors. They are all acquaintances of his. Who are these strangers?

"Don't mess this up," he whispers under his breath as you approach your waiting groom, dressed in his most formal uniform for this nuptial. This is his only fatherly advice as he gives his one daughter's hand away—to a man she doesn't even know.

You don't have a say.

The ceremony proceeds without a hitch. You didn't look at your groom, or rather, you barely registered the man in front of you. You had moved through the motion, did everything you were supposed to, just like in the pre-rehersal ceremony, but you weren't there. It was like your mind had slipped away, and your body was just moving along on autopilot.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest declares.

Your mind returns, and you still when he kisses you. There is cheering and applause. You aren't happy. Is he happy?

You close your eyes, just letting this happen. It will be over soon. Just let it happen.

You don't have a say.

His arm loops through yours, leading you back down the aisle. There is more cheering and applause, and as you leave the church, the sun shines brightly on your marriage, and flower petals are tossed in the air, raining down over you and your groom.

There is so much joy and congratulations. Why then does it feel like the end of the world?

You don't respond, your face unwittingly tucking away into his arm as he leads you away for the wedding reception.

You don't even remember the reception. Did it even happen? Did you eat? Danced? Were there speeches or well-wishes? What did the wedding cake taste like?

You don't remember.

It was mid-afternoon when you had left the church, but now suddenly nightfall came without warning. How did that happen?

You exit a car, your hand in his.

This is a hotel. Right. A hotel.

It's your wedding night. A marriage is consummated on the wedding night. That is how it typically goes.

You have to consummate your marriage. You have to...sleep with your newly-wedded husband. Your husband. Caleb.

You didn't want to consummate this marriage. You didn't even want to get married. But you couldn't say no. You couldn't say no to any of this, and now, you know you also couldn't say no to him.

You don't have a say.

His hand is so much bigger than yours, you notice, as he holds yours, silently guiding you to your honeymoon suite.

Every step, every action, brings you closer to that moment. You barely register anything, not even hearing the beep when Caleb swipes the key card on the digital lock of the suite.

You're led into an extravagant suite. There is a vase of red roses and champagne chilling in an ice bucket, all courtesy of the hotel.

Still, you don't feel like you are in the moment, being completely lost in your head. You have to sleep with him. You didn’t want to marry him. You don't want to be married. You don't want to sleep with him. You don't want him.

You don't have a say.

He pours you a glass of champagne. You drink it, hoping it will calm your nerves. It doesn't. You feel like you are slipping, thoughts running haywire.

"You look very beautiful," he says, his hand brushing away the loose strands of hair that framed your face. His hand cups your face, his lips on yours before you even realize what is happening.

He sets the glasses to the side, taking you to bed. You sit on the edge next to him, his lips on yours again. You're not responding. He stills, but just for a moment. Did he notice? He continues, his lips along your neck, his hand reaching behind you for the zipper of your wedding dress.

You feel a chill.

He undresses you, lays you on the bed, completely exposed to him. You're not registering anything, breathing shuddering as he looms over you, slowly undressing himself now.

This is happening. You can't say no. Just go with it. It will all be over soon. Just do your duties. Just drift away, and it will all end soon.

He leans down and kisses you again, and you don't respond. His hands explores you, and you close your eyes, trying to think of anything but this moment. You don't even realize that you are tensing until he stops.

"You're...crying?"

You gasp, eyes opening in shock when he brushes your tears away. He looks hurt. Why?

He kisses your forehead. "We don't have to do this," he reassures you.

You don't understand. This is expected. You can't say no. You couldn't say no to any of this. You can't say no to him either.

"We...don't?" You find your voice, as small and scared as it was.

There is so much sadness in his eyes. Why?

He smiles. There is no joy. He smiles and shakes his head.

"But...I...have...to....we have to..."

He is confused. "Says who?"

Is he really expecting an actual response? You feel lost and confused.

"Every...everyone," you answer him.

He huffs and shakes his head again. "We don't have to," he says again. "I won't force myself on you if you're uncomfortable."

"But...we are married—"

"We are married," he says firmly, "You are my wife, and I am your husband. What happens—or doesn't happen—behind closed doors is our business. Not anyone else's."

But people will talk. Time will pass, and people will start wondering why you aren't pregnant yet. That is how it goes, right? First comes marriage and then comes the baby carriage, or however the fuck it's supposed to go. You have to go through with this, the whole nine yards, or people will talk.

The military is full of secrets, but rumors will still snake their way throughout until it reaches your father. If he knows, he will blame you for embarrassing him in front of his colleagues. For being a worthless daughter who couldn't do this one thing right.

You have no say in this. You can rebel all you want, but he will always make you cower in the end and bend to his will, just like how this marriage has happened.

"We have to," you tell Caleb, surprising him, "I'm...I'm okay with this."

You gasp when he pulls you up and into his arms, your face pressed to his chest. His hand is big, you think again, feeling it stroking the back of your head, but you also realize it is so gentle. He is so much bigger than you, can easily overpower and overwhelm you, but he doesn't.

He is so, so gentle with you. Why?

You don't even realize you had started crying, your body trembling against his, until he asks, "Are you scared of me?"

And you pause, breathing still shaky.

He continues to rub the back of your head. He sighs suddenly, and he whispers into your hair, "You don't have to be scared of me. I won't hurt you. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to."

"It’s...not you," you say eventually, still unsure if you were being completely truthful with him. "It’s..."

You falter, unsure of where your fears truly lie. Him? The Gener—Father? Or...everything?

He shushes you again. "Don't worry about anyone else. Just trust me."

You look up hesitantly, your tears blurring your vision. He brushes away those tears.

You're looking at him. Truly looking at him for the first time.

His eyes are violet, you realize suddenly. They are so pretty.

"I'll protect you," he promises, "I'll keep you safe, so please....please don't be scared of me."

[makelemonade]

Would you fall in love with me again?

It’s been four years.

Four years since Diluc kissed you goodbye in the very living room you’re currently sitting in.

Four years since you begged him with tears in your eyes to stay.

Four years since Diluc abandoned you

You hated this house, this stupid, huge, lovely house. Every room, every step you took, just reminded you of him. Every maid, every carve in the walls or the untouched wine cellar was all a reminder of him.

It was your own fault either way, for choosing to stay in the dawn winery, because even though everything reminded you of him, that was it, it reminded you of him.

Forgetting him was something you promised yourself each day not to do, because you loved him too much, and even trying just made you want to slap yourself because how could you ever think like that?

But also, how could you ever think like that? Forcing yourself to stay in this home, to remember the man you loved because you don’t know if he’ll ever come back, and because you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him in your heart.

Even though you had lost him, and you were alone.

Aside from the maids, Kaeya would sometimes come and spend the night in an old room of his, and you didn’t know if it was because he just chose to or he also thought of his brother often. You hoped it was the latter- so you weren’t alone in these self depreciating thoughts of yours.

He had even brought a vase, an ugly one which completely clashed with the colours, but what was inside that mattered. The vision. His vision. The one he threw at Eroch before coming home to you, then leaving it all behind.

So the Vase sat on its own pedestal by the stairs, just a few feet away from the door. If anyone were to walk in they’d notice it, maybe even comment on it, whether choosing to lie and compliment it or berate you on it.

But all that mattered is that you knew the truth about it. That’s all you cared about.

It was your last hope that maybe he’d return, yet why couldn’t you think in a way that he would return for you instead of his vision.

Eventually, your questions were answered.

It was a rainy, stormy night. You found yourself laying on the couch in front of the fireplace, book open and snuggled into your blankets. You tried to ignore the lingering touch of his arms, because it wasn’t perfect. You were starting to forget how he felt.

With the noise of thunder came a muffled sound of a knock. You assumed it was Kaeya- maybe coming to shelter from the storm after a mission and didn’t want to make the full trek back to the city.

And yet there you were, standing and staring wide-eyed into the fiery eyes of your past lover- or current? He was drenched, and his hair had grown just a bit longer from when you last saw him. It was messy and uneven.

His breath was shaky, and you didn’t know if you should let him in or just stare at him shocked.

“You’re back.” You breathed out, your voice a mix of all the emotions you could feel; Happiness, disbelief, and anger

“That I am.” His voice almost made you shudder- maybe it sent you some shivers though. It was so rough- it had been so long since you heard it, but it brought you a warm feeling in this cold air. “But I’m not the man you once knew.”

“Wh- what are you talking about? Don’t be so ridiculous…Diluc.” Even saying his name was foreign.

“I left a trail of blood in my wake,” he admitted, his voice raw. “After my father died, I abandoned everything I once held dear, including you, and I hunted down the people responsible. It was the Fatui… I hunted them down one by one. I didn’t stop. I became a weapon of vengeance. I became a monster…I killed without hesitation, showing absolutely no mercy. And when I had nothing left to destroy, I realized I lost myself just for vengeance, and in doing so, I lost everything, including you.”

He paused, letting out a shaky breath. “I needed to come back to you.”

You laughed in disbelief, but you too, just wanted him back. “How could you say this? It’s been four years. You- you think you can just come back into my life?! Do you even understand what you’re saying.”

Tears mixed in with the rain running down his face. “I know. I know I’m unworthy, undeserving of your life after everything. I just needed to try, even if you cannot forgive me, or if you don’t love me anymo-“

“Don’t.” You immediately cut him off. “Don’t you dare.”

“Then…would you fall in love with me again? Even if I am no longer the man you once knew, now that you know what I’ve done.”

Each word sent cracks to your heart if it hasn’t already dropped and shattered. The man you looked at was scarred, traumatized and hurt. Yet under it all, it was your man. The man who was so deeply in love with you, just like you were in love with him.

“If that’s true, then do me a favour.” You walked back, finally letting him come in and shelter from the rain.

You pointed to the vase, and he didn’t dare comment on what the hell it was and why it was in his home. “That vase. Get rid of it, take it far away- destroy it.”

He blinked, confused. “It’s just a vase?”

“No.” You shook your head, grabbing it and bringing it to him. “Kaeya brought it a while after you left. He told me there was something you left in here.”

His breath hitched, and taking a glimpse in from his angle, he could see his vision glowing. “My vision.” His voice trembled.

“It sat here forgotten and abandoned. Just like me.”

He looked away. “I-I can’t. I had to leave it behind. It just reminded me of everything I failed to protect.

”Only the love of my life knew that. So I guess it makes him you.”

Diluc froze, his eyes moving back to yours from the vase. Multiple emotions flickered through as he was in disbelief, but also felt hopez

“Me?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His hands were trembling, and his attempts to calm down were not working. “After everything I’ve told you, everything I’ve done, you still see me? You still love me?”

You smiled, finally letting the tears fall. “I will fall in love with you continuously. I don’t care how, where or when. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been or who you are, because you will always be mine. Do not tell me you have changed, because you will always be the love of my life.”

He couldn’t control himself before immediately wrapping his arms around you as you both uncontrollably sobbed in each others arms, the two of you falling to the ground. The way you held onto him was as if you were so scared he’d leave you again, and the way he held onto you was a reminder that he was still him.

He was yours, and you were his.

“I’ll fall in love with you everyday, Diluc.” You whispered, before your lips met his.

Inspired by “Would You Fall in Love With Me Again” from Epic: The Musical

[astoryofsiren]

new world | chapter 7

Pairing: Ot8 Ateez x reader AU: fantasy AU | stranger -> mates Summary: A tragic accident left you unable to use your wings and, with that, claimed your father's life, leaving you in the care of your noble uncle. In Hala, a house of eight kingdoms, each boasting its own wonders, you never imagined that amidst the pain, you would also fall—this time, in love. Word Count: 1.2k | 5 minutes A/n: SORRY FOR THE LONG UPDATE! I OFFICIALLY TURNED 20 this week!!! that's why i didn't update this past week. i will be gone for a week because i will be going abroad to travel! please wish that i will arrive safely! and chapter 8 will come soon after! Warning: none that i know of

There was something raw in his voice, something unyielding, like an oath carved into stone. His words pressed into you, heavy yet comforting, leaving no room for doubt. You believed him—you couldn’t not believe him—because Yunho was not a man who made promises he couldn’t keep. The air between you thickened, charged with a weight you didn’t know how to carry, the pendant on your chest suddenly feeling less like a gift and more like a lifeline.

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest as you stared at him, the golden-brown of his eyes glowing softly in the dimming light. His presence was overwhelming, like a shield and a storm all at once, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

“you can’t say things like that..” you whispered, though your voice wavered, betraying the ache in your chest.

“what I say are the truth.”

His voice was low, deliberate-as though the words were a vow only you were meant to hear.

The faintest curve of his lips appeared, a ghost of a smile, as though he knew the effect his words had on you. For just a second, the tension cracked, and you let out a shaky breath, followed by the smallest, disbelieving laugh—soft and barely audible, but enough to ripple through the air.

“My uncle will never let me hear the end of this.”

Yunho’s brow furrowed faintly. “Your uncle?”

You laughed softly, though the sound carried more nerves than amusement. “He’s been teasing me endlessly about some apprentice in Caius. He thinks I’d leave the outskirts if I fell in love.”

Yunho’s expression darkened slightly, the faintest flicker of something sharp passing across his face. “And what do you think of that idea?”

You glanced at him, caught off guard by the quiet edge in his voice. “I told him no,” you admitted softly. “I don’t want to go back to the capital. Not after my parents…”

Your voice trailed off, the thought lingering heavy in the air. Yunho’s gaze softened, his golden-brown eyes holding yours with a quiet understanding. “I understand.”

You looked down at the pendant again, the jewel pressing coolly against your chest as your fingers traced its edges. “The outskirts are home now. It’s quiet here. Safe.”

Yunho’s voice broke the silence, gentle but carrying a quiet weight. “And if you were to leave the outskirts—would that be so bad? Perhaps with a gentleman?”

Your heart stuttered, the quiet question threading itself into the silence between you, the quiet hanging heavy between you as the meaning of his words settled like a stone in your chest. Slowly, you turned to face him, your breath catching at the way his gaze held yours—steady, golden, and far too close.

“No,” you said finally, voice soft but certain. “I don’t think it would.”

Something shifted in Yunho’s expression—a soft, almost relieved smile that eased the sharp lines of his face.For a long moment, neither of you moved, the space between you charged with something unspoken—something that pulled at you like gravity. You could feel the warmth of his hand even though he wasn’t touching you, the air between you so still that even the faintest movement might shatter it.

You swallowed, your pulse fluttering wildly. “Thank you…for the pendent”

The words felt insufficient, too small to contain the moment.

Yunho’s gaze held yours, steady and unwavering, as though he was searching for something—an answer you didn’t yet know how to give. Slowly, his hand lifted, his knuckles brushing faintly against your cheek. The touch was feather-light, as though he wasn’t sure he had the right, but the warmth of it sent a tremor through you, your breath catching in your throat.

The silence around you deepened, the distant hum of the wind fading into nothingness. It was just the two of you, the world narrowing to the space between his hand and your skin, to the way his golden-brown eyes softened as they lingered on you.

Your heart pounded, loud and insistent, each beat echoing like thunder in your ears. He was close now—close enough that you could feel the faint warmth of his breath against your lips, sending shivers trailing down your spine. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, as though any sudden motion would break the fragile tension holding the moment together.

Yunho’s thumb brushed against your cheek, the touch deliberate but so achingly gentle it nearly undid you. His gaze dipped, lingering at your lips for just a heartbeat too long before flicking back up to meet your eyes.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Yunho…” you whispered, though you didn’t know what you meant to say.

His hand stilled, his thumb hesitating just below your jaw, as though holding you there, as though asking a silent question neither of you dared to voice aloud. For one suspended moment, you thought he might kiss you—his lips just a breath away, the space between you humming with electricity.

so close.

But then, he pulled back, so slowly it felt like a quiet unraveling. His hand fell away, leaving your skin cold and aching for the touch that had been there just a moment before. The absence of it sent a shiver through you, one that had nothing to do with the wind sweeping across the hills.

Yunho leaned back slightly, his expression carefully composed, though something lingered in his eyes—something unspoken but undeniably there. His gaze shifted to the horizon, as though to steady himself.

“We should head back before the wind picks up.”

You exhaled shakily, the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding slipping past your lips in a quiet rush. You nodded mutely, your heart still hammering in your chest as you turned away, focusing on gathering your things.

But even as you mounted your horse, your fingers clumsy against the reins, the moment lingered—like the phantom warmth of Yunho’s touch on your skin, like the way his eyes had dipped to your lips, only to pull away.

You didn’t dare look back at him right away, afraid of what you might see, but you could feel his gaze on you still—trailing after you like a shadow, heavy with the weight of what almost was.

And as the wind swept around you, tugging at your cloak and hair, you couldn’t stop your thoughts from lingering on the space between his hand and yours, on the closeness of his lips. The pendant pressed cool and heavy against your collarbone, a quiet weight that settled deeper than it should have.

The cold lingered there—where his touch had been—like a whisper of something unspoken, a promise carried on the wind. A promise that he would come back.

And somehow, you believed it.

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[oneshotnewbie]

Can you write me a fanfic where Emily Prentiss asks why Reader never talks about her family and Reader tells her. Emily is just sitting there, keeping you in her arms and not saying anything because she doesn't know what to say?

Authors note: I changed your request a little to fit my story. I hope that's okay. Other than that, not really well written because I was in a rush. Sorry!

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The tension lifted from the air in the Behavioral Analysis Unit and a feeling of relief flowed through the entire team as they had once again successfully solved a case that had threatened the life of an innocent child.

Dr. Spencer Reid was already back at his desk full of documents, his eyes focused on the pages in front of him. His fingers glided over the keyboard of his laptop as he checked the final details of the report. Next to him sat Penelope Garcia, also typing on her keyboard with flying fingers, reconciling the final technical details of the case in order to complete her report as well.

At the other end of the room sat Special Agent Derek Morgan, his demeanor calm and collected as a soft clink of metal on metal rang out as he disassembled his weapon and cleaned it. Beside him stood Emily Prentiss, watching Derek with her arms folded and a thoughtful expression on her face.

As the team tried to calm down and recover from the adrenaline, Jennifer Jareau returned to the room, followed by a couple with immediate quick steps. A bright smile graced her face as she approached the team. "They're here," the blonde said quietly, her voice filled with joy and relief.

All eyes immediately turned to the couple standing next to JJ. They were the parents of the missing child who the team had successfully found and rescued as part of their case. The worry and fear of the past few days had left deep marks on their faces, but now that they knew their child was safe, you could practically feel the pain and worry falling from their shoulders.

The child, a little boy, slept peacefully in David Rossi's arms and when he got up and gently placed the boy in their arms, his father immediately patted his small head protectively. "Here he is, safe and sound." he spoke, his voice filled with warmth and compassion as he watched the parents hug their child tightly as if they never wanted to let him go, tears of joy streaming down their cheeks. The terrible hours of waiting seemed to slip away.

The parents couldn't hold back their tears as they hugged their child tightly and their hearts seemed to burst with happiness. A feeling of gratitude filled the room as the couple lovingly embraced each other, holding on to their found happiness.

But as the happy family embraced and the team watched the happy reunion, Emily wondered where you were. After all, you were the one who fought with the kidnapper and had to suffer some injuries yourself to free the child from his clutches. Only when she turned her gaze up to the bridge, where you were standing at the railing, leaning on it with your arms to observe the situation from a distance, did she see your dull eyes, full of emotion, looking at the heartbreaking scene with a thoughtful expression.

In the years you had already spent with the BAU, you had witnessed countless moments like this - happy reunions of families threatened by evil. But this time you were already very withdrawn and distant at the beginning of this case.

She didn't know that your thoughts drifted to your own parents - parents who had never felt the joy and happiness of being able to hold their children in their arms. There was a hint of deep sadness in your eyes. Although you were genuinely happy for the child's well-being, you couldn't help but think about your own parents.

They were trapped in the bonds and destructive power of violence. For them there were no happy reunions, only endless days of suffering and despair.

As you watched the happy family, you felt an unquenchable emptiness inside you. You missed the carefree and love of an intact family, but you knew that breaking away from your parents to protect yourself was the right decision. Even though you longed for a hug, for the words of love and comfort you never received, your life was characterized by loneliness and past pain, by the constant search for recognition and affection that was denied you in your childhood and youth.

Emily couldn't look away from your gaze, couldn't ignore the bitter smile that crossed your lips and the tears forming in your eyes as you forced yourself to push away your thoughts and focus on the present.

With a soft sigh, she walked away from the scene and made her way to you. Thoughts swirled in her head as she thought about how to start the conversation. She finally reached you and stopped next to you. "How is your pain?" She asked softly, her eyes trained on you as you received it with a surprising look.

You hesitated for a moment, clearing your throat and quickly wiping the tears from your eyes as you repositioned yourself before answering. "It's bearable. Thanks for asking."

But Emily Prentiss wasn't going to be brushed off so easily. She could see that something was bothering you and she desperately wants to help you if she could. "If you want to talk, I'm here for you. You know that." You looked down, reflecting a mix of gratitude and surprise in your teary eyes. "It's nothing," you murmured quietly, but Emily could sense that there was more than you wanted to reveal.

"May I ask you something?" She asked and a moment of silence fell between you as she turned her body towards you, moving closer to you. You nodded, switching your gaze between the event below and her eyes. "Why don't you ever talk about your family?"

Your eyes widened at the question and a soft sigh escaped your lips, thoughts of your own past and the decisions you had made pushing their way back to the forefront once more. She had caught you in the act, used her skills to see through you. "Family stops becoming family the second they shatter your heart and leave you to pick up the pieces without an apology." You finally confessed and she nodded in understanding.

"Family can be complicated. But you don't have to struggle with it alone. You can trust me, I'm here for you." She spoke and you took a deep breath before starting to tell your story. "I am grieving people who are still alive, Em," you began, starting with your childhood, talking about the challenges you had with your parents and how you ultimately cut off contact with them because it became too stressful. It was an act of self-preservation, but it also left a deep void in your life. "Family betrayed me so badly, I had no choice but to cut contact. They had forced me to step on eggshells, wounding my skin simply to keep the peace."

As you spoke, she listened intently, her eyes full of compassion and understanding. She could feel the pain and uncertainty that lay behind your words, and Emily felt honored that she had earned your trust far beyond the one you already gave her.

When you finished, she placed a gentle hand on your bandaged forearm and smiled warmly. "Thank you for telling me that. You're stronger than you think, and you're not alone. We're a family here, and we'll always stand up for you."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you listened to her words. You felt understood and accepted, and that meant much more to you than you could have ever expressed.

"Rossi once told me that he sees you as the daughter he never had. Spencer talks about you like you're his sister and Morgan protects you like a big brother," Emily began with a hint of tenderness in her voice. "JJ is like a mother, always checking on you if you're eating enough and cares for you when you get hurt. And you don't have to ask me, I would run through fire for you because I love you. No matter what happens, we're here for you."

A warm smile spread across your face as you fell into her open arms and hugged her. "Thank you for being there for me."

And in that moment, you felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you knew that you had found a family - not only in the team, but also in the warm and sensitive soul of Emily. Maybe your past would stay with you for a long time, but if you continued to be with your family, it was worth any fight to finally put the past to rest.

[yall-hate-kids-tourney]

Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion) vs. Chloe Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug)

Y'all Hate Kids: Screwed By The Writers

Propaganda below the cut (spoilers)

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Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Fandom historically has treated her like she’s an irredeemable abusive piece of shit, despite the fact that she’s a 14-year-old girl in a terrible situation. She’s also not treated the most charitably by the writers.

Chloe Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug)

cw: Abuse, neglect, spoilers

haven't been in the fandom in a while so my memory is a bit fuzzy but the writers hate her sooooo bad it's not even funny. she started having a redemption arc where she realized the error of her ways and started working on herself as a person bc she wanted to be a hero and then did a 180° by siding with the villain. writer called her irredeemable multiple times on twitter despite the fact that she's just a spoiled bratty teenager who was also emotionally abused by her mother. her dad gets victimized despite the fact that he was complacent in the abuse and never tried to help her be a better person. overrall what the hell were you guys THINKING!!!

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SHE HAD SO MUCH GOING FOR HER.... The writers tried giving her a redemption arc but then the creator of the show said that she, a TEENAGE GIRL, was incapable of change and redemption so all of that development was thrown in the trash and she became a shallow character again. Meanwhile, the creator gives a mini redemption arc to the MAIN VILLAIN, who literally ABUSED AND NEGLECTED HIS SON. She deserved so much better man

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Typical Mean Girl character with an aborted redemption arc. Chloe has bullied the main protagonist Marinette Dupian-Cheng for a very long time. However, in Season 2 there was a beginning of a redemption arc that was wholly abandoned because the new showrunner deemed that a mean girl (who had an absentee/abusive mother and a limp noodle of a father) is evil incarnate and therefore can not be redeemed in good faith. The one good influence on Chloe's life abandoned her at the time of need and the fandom belittles and blames her for reverting back to her abusive ways when really she was left behind by the narrative. Even her own half-sister never gave her the time of day.

OH MY GOD. DUDE.Ok so she was a main (ish) villain within the first 1-3 seasons, but over time she was slowly getting a redemption arc, and we were getting more info about her past, and it turns out she was pretty heavily neglected as a kid (WHICH EXPLAINS WHY SHE WOULD ACT LIKE A BAD PERSON). And then, Thomas "dipshit" Astruc decided to THROW AWAY HER ENTIRE REDEMPTION ARC, AND WRITE HER OUT OF THE FUCKING SHOW!!!! AND THEY *REPLACED HER* WITH AN RANDOM NEW CHARACTER, EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MAIN HEROES???? And when confronted about why the fuck he would write that, Thomas said that she COULDN'T BE REDEEMED. Mind you, this is a TEENAGER, and a abused one at that! I'm sorry if this sounds like like a 2010's YouTube cartoon reviewer ass rant but oh my lord ,,,Chloe I could've saved you

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i havent watched nor caught up in a while, but from what i remember: she started out as a typical 1-dimensional mean girl, but then they gave her a surprising amount of depth?? like she got to be queen bee, learn responsibility as a superhero, she even is one of only a couple characters we know of to actually fight off hawkmoth's power. they were going to really interesting places with her character, and we were all excited for her redemption arc.

...and then they made her a flat villain again, taking away all of her complexity and development, and instead gave the powers and depth to a new sister of hers that suddenly arrived out of nowhere instead. what

[itsyaboilexus]

SO! im at school again, AND i have thought of a reason why Sirius might want to betray James and Lily (Peter and basically the whole Order, but thats secondary for this little skit)

I present ✨Sirius unable to accept that he would watch his best friend become a father✨

don't get me wrong, this little f*ck is awesome and kind, but hes just seen Walburga in Lily and Orion in James too much. (i know, kinda shitty, but- hear me out and think about it)

I mean- imagine : Sirius came to visit Jily and Harry, came with a present for both the two parents and their little boy, but when he comes, he sees Harry playing alone in the hall with something whilst Lily had the radio turned on, not really paying much attention to Harry, thanks to the kid being calm. and boom, flashback, Siri and Reg playing, also alone, also not being looked after by Walburga, radio being also turned on and just.. too many similarities.

Lily isnt a bad mother, not at all, just a young inexperienced one that left her kid for a little while alone. not a problem with that. but Sirius, the traumatized thing he is, just saw every similarity (even ones that werent actually there) and.. it began that way. he began hating Lily and James having Harry, raising him, just because he was paranoid as fuck. Neither Lily or James did anything wrong, but when you start looking for something, it simply IS there. ykwim?

aaand so it went downhill, with him trying to take Harry out more and more, trying to separate Jily from the kid, and it resulted in the most drastic way possible; having Jily killed by Voldemort, Harry getting to Dursleys (Sirius' plan failing here, he wanted to raise Harry, but Dumbledore did stuff-) and Sirius going to Azkaban.

(yes, this is kind of inspired by the quote 'you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain' or however it goes, in a way that Sirius thought of Jily as the heroes who could turn to villain, iykwim :])

kinda longer than i expected but.. hey, have fun reading this ig-

HELLO! am new here, this is literally my second post about complaining about the lack of spaghetti in my life (I'm not italian lmao) so take this with patience :D

its just a little fic idea i had in school after scrolling down tumblr during break

HP, right after Lily's and James' death, but instead of Peter being the traitor, Sirius was ACTUALLY the traitor (for whatever reason, i havent thought of that yet- maybe hes just evil, idk), and Peter is truly dead.

Regulus isnt dead even though everyone thinks so, he ran away right after getting the horcrux and is on the run (somewhere in northern italy, you get the CMBYN reference ⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)), trying to figure out how to destroy the horcrux, but as soon as he sees some wizardly news and sees that Sirius has been captured and is in azkaban, he storms right back to London. as soon as he goes to James' and Lily's house, he finds a breaking down Remus in the ruins, because fuck, the man he loved, killed their three closest friends and is now in azkaban.

And so they learn to cope together, Regulus silently copes with the knowledge him and James had an affair and never told Lily and now James is dead before they could properly end it. Even though Reggie loved him, he wanted Harry to have a normal family.

And now he doesnt, because Reg and Remus dont know where Harry is at all, only to be told when he is 11 (beginning of Sorcerers stone) that he was with Lily's sister, etc etc,

(this part is almost the same as HP storyline, except Ron hasnt got an old rat but a regular rat and Harry has genuinely been almost killed by Sirius in PoA)

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Wu trained Morro at the same time that Garmadon was training with Chen which MEANS that Misako was around to see what the pressure of wanting and training to be the Green Ninja could lead to.

So later when she had Lloyd and KNEW that he would be the legendary Green Ninja, do you think she thought of the child Wu had once trained? The kid who became so obsessed with proving himself that he put himself in danger time and time again? The little boy who ran off into the night and never came back?

After seeing that, is it any wonder why she didn't want to leave her son-- the actual Green Ninja-- to be trained by Wu at such a young age?

Maybe a boarding school for bad boys would never make him want to be a hero. Maybe it would keep him safe from the destructive power of destiny. Maybe Darkley's was the only way to save her beloved son, Lloyd Garmadon, from himself.

Maybe Misako remembered Morro. And maybe, just maybe, she knew it would be best if her son never turned into someone like that.

[da-janela-lateral]

MP100 AU in which everything is almost the same but Mukai and Shou are siblings

[twistpixel]

To me the thing is that like Bruce had the safety of some form of “professional boundary” with dick n obviously they clicked and then after dick left was like oh he meant so much to me :( and so jumped feet first into literal actual fatherhood with a kid who not only *doesn’t* have a trauma that scarily parallels bruces but is traumatized in ways he doesn’t understand. And Bruce thought his relationship with dick made him experienced for parenting and he adopts Jason. UNQUALIFIED

[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[keen-eye]

Hello, Dean 🫵

[atopvisenyashill]

if i did a reread of the walking dead and wrote an essay on how aegon ii and carl are doomed to be the last man standing by their narratives, and what starts out as a sort of cool & nifty super power of always surviving turns into this horrific curse where everyone they know is dying around them & sometimes it’s their fault & sometimes it’s not but either way they can’t ever stop it until they’re sitting at the ending with nothing but their lone daughter to protect but so broken they can no longer connect to her and then their story abruptly ends-

would that be like the Most stupid, nerdy thing i have ever done in my life or

[donnatroyyyy]

Batman has/had some kind of miscommunication going on with every single one of his kids. The bat family is just one big miscommunication trope after the other.

[dennisboobs]

i'm. i can't do proper metas until i actually have the time to do them. but i will eventually dig further into charlie and bonnie's relationship and mac and his mom's. its stewing.