#but ofc neither of them is actually ugly

[quetzalpapalotl]

It is honestly concerning how often I hear people commenting on an actress or other female celebrities appearance completely unprompted whenever they don't perfectly match their own standards of beauty. Like it happens all the time.

[tuesday-teyz]

I wonder what the BR! Characters would think of their DSMP counterparts? (all separated from the creators ofc)

uhhh suicide mention tw for the c wil part Theseus would probably have a negative gut reaction but be waaay jealous of his more lively counterpart (I mean assuming it’s not the arcs where c!tommy is more serious). He’s like “you have NO titles and NO land” and then gets promptly smacked across the face /j

C!techno would be incredibly offended (government go brrr).

C!Phil isn’t as good as a person as the fandom makes him out to be but he would still have some choice words for br!phil.

C!kristin (she’s canon to the dsmp right??) would be standing in an empty room.

I think br!purpled and c!purpled are pretty similar. Maybe the latter is a little more morally gray.

c!Wilbur would… really hate him? I mean Br!Wilbur reminds one of the Lmanburg era a lot, AND then the whole thing with how he treated Theseus. C!Wilbur is far from being a saint but he was never abusive towards Tommy in canon. He never actually wanted to kill anyone besides himself (and Schlatt, as shown in the stream where Q and Tommy talked him down from the button). Idk and I think br!wilbur would be mindblown about the fact that c!wilbur and c Tommy aren’t actually brothers

Br!Dream would get a gun.

Theseus would scrunch his nose at Tommy, get bitten and then shout about getting rabies (they trauma bond and give one another a hug sitting on top of an ugly cobblestone tower that neither of them will ever mention again)

C!Techno would most definitely get offended and jab fun at br!Techno, to which he'd respond along the lines of, "You're literally just a pig." They find each other... tolerable. Only minor injuries are involved when they have a go at each with swords and shields

For Phil, that's a fifty/fifty cause the only canonical child of c!Phil is Wilbur, and I think they can relate to each other in terms of how they failed that particular father-son bond. C!Phil can be kind to c!Tommy at times but he did blow up his home and helped his abuser twice, so i don't think he gets to talk shit

I'd like to imagine c!Kristin and br!Kristin hanging out in some astral space drinking tea

I think c!Wilbur would be mad at br!Wilbur's treatment of Tommy in the same way that br!Wilbur would be mad at c!Wilbur's treatment of Fundy. What do you mean you disowned your child??? And then you went ahead and blew up the place that the said child was currently in? And then died, on purpose??? With the ch40 recent developments, he'd be especially pissed about the last part

Br!Dream has never seen a gun and doesn't know how to use one, but he can and will unload a literal cannon on c!Dream. Alternatively he breaks into Pandora's Vault for the sole purpose of shanking him with a piece of glass until he resembles cheddar cheese (he'd adore c!Drista though. Imagine that: he gets to have two adorable little sisters with penchant for chaos; on the downside his chances of getting stabbed with a fork also double)

[self-aware-sawtrap]

excuse me (stares unblinkingly directly into your eyes) I would be very interested in hearing your thoughts on the parallels between frankenstein and saw. specifically those between the characters of the monster and amanda young. I am so curious..... but no pressure ofc. feel free to answer me in this ask if you wish! or if you feel so inclined, my dms are open as well :)

I literally screamed when I got your ask I’ve been waiting for somebody to ask me this specific question for so long. I actually just started drafting an essay on this very topic so I’ve got a lot of ideas floating around my head right now.

the main parallel I see between these two stories is between victor frankenstein’s relationship to his creation and john’s relationship to amanda. john and victor’s defining motivators in both of their stories are their god complexes—victor greatly admires his own mind and the power it grants him, and he starts out with this curiosity as to what it would feel like to have power over human nature as well. John’s god complex is more subtle but I feel like it’s definitely there as well. even before he starts testing people he expresses frustration with the cycle of addiction and recovery, as well as a desire to “intervene” despite his own acknowledgement that these cycles are a part of human nature. so even before the traps begin we see similar motivations between the two, and john’s similarity to victor only becomes more apparent after he starts testing people. in my opinion, victor frankenstein’s primary flaw regarding his treatment of the creation is that he views the creation more so as an extension of his ability to create than a person with their own feelings and autonomy. this is why he chickens out of the whole endeavor when he sees the creature come to life for the first time—it’s not because the creature is just so ugly he had to bail, but because he can’t confront the idea that this thing he created, which he made to prove his ability to “create humanity” and feed his god complex, is not just visibly imperfect but genuinely hideous. and throughout the course of the book he’s forced to confront the fact that he hasn’t created humanity��he’s created one human, who needs a competent parent and a supportive upbringing. in short, his relationship to his creation is too much like a father to be at all godlike.

which brings me to john and amanda. while saw obviously doesn’t take the idea of creating life as literally as frankenstein, there’s still a similarity in the way john treats amanda’s “rebirth” after her test. he tells her that the scars on her arms are “from another life”, one that he expects her to leave behind for the sake of their mission. and just like victor frankenstein, john is attached to amanda in part because he sees her as living proof that his philosophy works. if Amanda’s life improves after her test, if amanda changes because of her test, then that means john was right to want to change her. and that means he can continue forcing people to change, because no matter how brutal his method is or how dubious the proof that it actually works, he at least has amanda. his daughter figure and, in his eyes, the only definitive evidence of his control over human nature.

john, of course, loves amanda. that is the primary difference between these stories. john, unlike victor, understands that he is some sort of father figure to amanda. he understands that she needs comfort and support from him, and on some level I do think he wants to provide that for her. but in the end john’s relationship with amanda is doomed for the same reason that victor’s relationship with his creation is. while john understands that he has stumbled into fatherhood, this does not change the fact that both of them are completely unprepared for what fatherhood will entail. they set out attempting to become gods—of course neither of them were prepared to be fathers. but arguably, they should have been. arguably, they both should have known better.

it’s frankenstein, but centering on monstrous rebirth instead of monstrous creation.

sorry it took so long to get back to you! this post took a while to become coherent. I cannot cannot cannot thank you enough for asking! if you have any questions or want to discuss further I’m literally always willing to talk about this.

[middleearthpixie]

Living Proof ~ Chapter Six

Summary: When he puts himself between the Uruk-hai and Merry and Pippin, Boromir knows it means sacrificing himself. But it also means redemption for his near betrayal of Frodo and the Fellowship, and so it is a price he is more than willing to pay.

Kaia has been on her own for as long as she can remember, having escaped a terrible life in a village not far from Mordor. When she hears the sounds of battle, she knows what it means and when she ventured forth and finds a gravely wounded man lying amongst the leaves and debris, she takes him in, not knowing he is actually the son of the steward of Gondor.

Angry at himself and faced with a long road to recovery, Boromir does not make things easy on Kaia and it is only through her own sheer will that she does not give into the urge to hit him over the head with something on a daily basis. That refusal to give up brings about changes neither one of them could have foreseen.  She just wanted to save him. She never thought he would save her in return…

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Kaia 

Warnings: None

Rating: T 

Word Count: 3.7k

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He wiggled his toes.

No pain.

He slowly rolled his foot.

No pain.

He lifted his leg.

A low hiss leaked through his teeth at the slow, hot sting that rolled upward through his thigh, up into his hip, and proceeded to spread throughout his entire body. An icy sweat prickled along his back, down his chest, and his leg trembled as he tried to push through the pain. The tremble worsened. The sting burned far brighter. 

“Son of a—“ He clamped his lips together as the muscles refused to obey him any longer and his leg dropped back to the sofa, which sent fresh waves of pain coursing through him. His eyes closed of their own, his jaw clenched so tightly, he thought for a moment his teeth might actually shatter. 

Fortunately, Kaia was not there to witness his latest humiliation. He had no idea where she’d gone, but when he awoke that morning, he was alone in the cabin. And it was probably just as well. He had no desire to face her, although he felt as if he owed her an apology. She’d come to him out of concern and he’d taken his guilt out on her. She’d gone out of her way to patch him back together and nurse him through the worst of it, and for no reason other than she was kind. 

He brought both hands to his face (his left arm a bit more slowly than his right, since it stung every time he moved it as well) and slowly rubbed as if that would somehow alleviate the guilt that threatened to eat him alive. 

For all the good it did. His hands went still and he winced as he lowered his left arm once more. Five days had passed since Kaia brought him into her cabin, and he had no way of knowing how long he’d lain in the clearing. The last thing he remembered was being on his knees, fighting to remain upright and conscious, staring into the dead, black eyes of the orc pulling back the string of a bow aimed at him, somewhere between his eyes, Boromir thought.

He winced and this time, his wounds had nothing to do with it. How had he escaped promised death? He couldn't recall. All he remembered was staring up at the ugly orc, seeing that black arrow aimed for him, and then… nothing. He remembered nothing until Kaia knelt beside him and whispered, “There, there…”

At the time, he was half-blind from the searing pain coursing through him, but now, as he lay there calmly, and almost comfortably, on that sofa, the images he tried to coax forth came to him more clearly now.

Sunlight shifted down through the treetops and the silence was almost deafening. He’d never felt such pain, such absolutely agony, and as he tried to force his eyes to focus, and she came into view, he wondered if she’d come to escort him into the shadow realm. 

Light danced along her hair, and her voice was as soft and silken as any caress. She helped him to his feet and actually apologized when he couldn't hold back his cry. She’d half-dragged him and he had no idea how far it was from her cabin to that blasted clearing, but somehow, she managed to get him there.

His first few days in her care were, understandably, a blur. He slept mostly. The fever ravaged him for a while. But then… miracle of miracles.

He began to feel like himself.

More or less, anyway.

With a soft groan, he slowly sat up. Moving still hurt, but he’d noticed that it hurt less with each passing day. And while he hadn’t done so well with standing the night before, that also had to improve with time as well. He simply needed to be patient and patient was something he was fairly good at. 

The kitchen door opened with a squeal and he glanced over as Kaia stepped inside with an armful of wood, which she promptly dropped into the bin. He winced at the echoing clatter, to which she offered up a very insincere, “Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine, especially as I was not asleep.”

“Oh.”

A hint of disappointment curled about that single word and he almost smiled, but managed to hold it back, which became infinitely easier when he shifted and pain sliced through his midsection. Then, smiling was the last thing he felt like doing.

“What day is this?” 

She glanced over at him, then ducked from sight, stacking the wood from the sounds of it. He was about to ask again, when she said, “Friday. About noon. How do you feel this morning?”

“Better than I’ve felt before now, although,” he rubbed his forehead with one hand, “that isn’t saying much, really.”

“You look better.” She stood and brushed off her hands, then came around to sink onto the table, as was her habit. 

“That is also not saying much,” he said without thinking. 

To his surprise, she smiled. “I don't know I’d agree.”

He just stared at her for a long moment and she held it easily. Then, she leaned forward and pressed her hand first against his forehead, then laid the back of it against his cheek. “No sign of fever at all. Do you think you might stand?”

Remembering last eve, and still feeling the tingles of pain from trying to lift that leg, he sighed softly, his good spirits draining a tad. “As much as I’d like to say yes, the truth is, I am unsure.”

“We should try.”

The idea of trying appealed to him, but the notion of falling on his face did not. “Perhaps another day.”

“I’ll be here the whole time,” she told him, rising from the table and brushing her hands against her backside. “And I promise not to let you hit the floor.”

He glowered at her. “How kind.”

“I could just let you drop, you know.” She held out both hands, wiggling her fingers at him. “Now, up you get. The sooner you can do this on your own, the sooner you might take your leave.”

“An appealing idea altogether,” he muttered, bracing himself for the sting as he made to move his legs over the edge of the sofa. 

The sting came swift and hot, but he pushed through it, gritting his teeth as the sting worsened when he bent his wounded leg to set his foot flat on the floor. The burn came upon him like a wave—slowly at first, but then quickly gathered speed as it raced toward him. It began below his knee, they swept upward, through his thigh, into his hip, where it pulsed int time to each beat of his heart. He waited for the icy prickle of sweat to spangle across his chest, along his back, but this time, that didn't happen, much to his relief.

To her credit, Kaia did not hurry him, but stood perfectly still, not saying a word as she waited for him. He planted a hand on the sofa’s arm and steeled himself to rise.

The burning intensified, almost red in its fury as he came upright. His leg trembled and now, sweat broke out over his entire body. He clenched his teeth so hard, he was afraid they might actually shatter or his jaw would from the force, 

The tremble worsened, spread up into his midsection, then through the rest of his body and the thought of taking a single step made him nauseous. He swallowed hard against the brackish taste flooding his mouth as he braced himself yet again.

Kaia surprised him once more by sliding up alongside him and eased an arm about his waist. “You’re doing fine, but you look a bit pale, so lean on me if you must.”

He gently draped an arm about her shoulders, her voice dull and far away as she said, “Try a step and lean on me.”

“I—I don’t think I can,” he gritted, unable to make his foot obey his brain and rise from the floor.

“You can. You need only try.”

“Kaia, I—”

Her fingers tightened against his hip. “Try.”

“I really don’t—”

“Boromir,” she looked up at him, “just try.”

He nodded slowly. “Very well.”

With that, he drew in a deep breath and lifted his wounded leg, then took a step. The muscle in his thigh screamed at him as his foot came down, as his weight shifted to it. His leg trembled. The tremble worsened until his entire leg shook from the force of his step. His nausea rose sharply. He found himself leaning heavily on Kaia and while she was almost his height, she was not nearly his size and he didn't miss the soft grunt that leaked from her. Still, she held him up, even if she did stagger slightly to her right, her shin bumping the edge of the stone table. 

“One more step.”

“No,” he shook his head, the burn almost unbearable now, “I cannot.”

“You can and I’ll not keep telling you.” She gave him a slight shake. “Now, one more step.”

The sweat along his back dampened his tunic and dots actually danced before his eyes, but still, he nodded slowly. “Very well…”

His next step came haltingly, the pain worse this time. He leaned even more heavily on her shoulder, whispering, “I am sorry,” as he did so.

“You are fine,” she muttered back, sounding anything but. “Another step.”

“But you said—”

“One more.”

He muttered an oath beneath his breath, to which, she replied, “I heard that. Now, one more step. We’re going into the kitchen and back and I’ll not hear another protest pass your lips.”

“Do you have any idea how this hurts?”

“No, but you are warrior, aren’t you? This should be nothing to you.”

He rolled his eyes. “You make a terrible nurse.”

“That would be because I am not a nurse at all. Now, enough stalling and take another step.”

Little by little, his halting steps grew smoother and while the pain did not leave him entirely, it did fade to the point where he could tolerate it. Still, by the time they returned to the sofa, he was somewhat out of breath, his tunic bore wet patches across the front and back, and he wanted only to go to sleep. 

“Would you like to bathe?” she asked as she helped him sink back onto the sofa. 

“You’ve read my mind,” he confessed, even as a heavy sigh rose to his lips and his eyes closed. “I would, yes.”

“I have a small tub. It isn’t much and it takes ages for water to heat, but you may use it if you wish.”

He hesitated. “I do not think I could get in or out of a tub of any sort.”

“I can help you.”

He opened his eyes to stare at her. “I beg your pardon?”

 She offered up a smile. “You may keep your small clothes on and I promise I’ll not peek.”

He held her stare, debating the upsides and downsides of accepting her offer. It had been ages since he’d last had an actual bath, and despaired of ever being completely clean since leaving his home in Minas Tirith. But at the same time, he wasn't at all comfortable with the notion of Kaia helping him at all. Walking was one thing, bathing was something entirely different. 

Still, he slowly nodded, wondering if he would come to regret his words as he said, “I would appreciate it, yes.”

“Very well. I will set up the tub and get water heating and when it’s done, I’ll help you into the tub and wash those clothes you have on now. So rest a while and I’ll wake you when your bath is ready.”

He nodded as the exhaustion crept over him and he let his eyes closeonce more.

He awoke to the gentle pressure of Kaia’s hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes to see a battered tin tub in the kitchen, wisps of steam rolling from it. 

Then he turned to see Kaia standing alongside the sofa. She held out a hand. “I’ll help you.”

“I think I might stand on my own and I’d like to try.”

“Very well.”

He carefully swung his legs over the side of the sofa and slowly got to his feet. The sting swept through him, with less ferocity this time, and he let her step up alongside him as she’d done before. With the same slow, halting steps as earlier, he managed to walk from the sofa to the kitchen, and once they were there, he breathed an inward sigh of relief that he hadn’t fallen flat on his face. 

But, once they were in the kitchen, his gut twisted. He’d have to let Kaia undress him. 

Now, normally, that would not trouble him at all, as it certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but this was so very different from any another time, that he wasn't exactly certain how to proceed with it. Heat swept through him as she stepped away from him and he stumbled. Instinctively, he reached for the chair to steady himself, swallowing hard as a smaller fireball of pain erupted in his leg and the now-familiar prickle of sweat spread across his back. 

To her credit, Kaia looked no more comfortable than he felt as she faced him and cleared her throat. “The water will cool fast.”

He nodded and took a deep breath before lifting his hand from the chair’s back. His legs supported him, but his belly roiled as she stepped closer and gripped the bottom of his tunic with both hands. The fabric swept lightly upward, skimming along his damp skin and when he lifted his left arm, he sucked in a sharp breath, which made her pause.

“Did I move too quickly?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Continue.”

She did as he said, whisking the tunic slowly over his head, and let it fall to the floor. To his surprise, a hint of color swept along her sharply angled cheekbones and when her gaze met his, his mouth went dry. A hint of something slightly floral teased his nose, as not only did he not expect it, but it brought him back to that afternoon, when she knelt beside him and whispered, “There, there. I’ll not hurt you.”

But that wasn’t all it did.

An unexpected heat, one that had absolutely nothing to do with his injuries, swept through him, and for one maddening moment, he was overcome with the urge to lean forward and press his lips to hers. 

The air in the cabin seemed to thicken as she held his gaze and when her eyes widened ever so slightly, he wondered if she felt that same urge. 

But that was madness. He hadn’t bathed in days. He’d trekked halfway across Middle Earth, carried two hobbits through the snows of Caradhras, fought orcs and trolls in the mines of Moria,  paddled down the River Anduin, battled Uruk-hai in the clearing at Amon Hen, and had most likely bled all over her at some point. 

Never mind that she was certainly not the sort of woman he normally sought out. She was stubborn and a bit too—ah—mannish—for his liking. He preferred his women demure and coquettish, ladies in every sense of the word. 

And yet, all he could think about was leaning in just a fraction. She would gaze up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and full of invitation. Her lips would purse and when he caught them with his, he’d marvel at how lush and soft hers were. 

He need only bend slightly. It wouldn’t hurt. In fact, he felt no pain whatsoever as he let his gaze fall to her lips, neither too full nor too thin, but utterly perfect.

“Are you all right?”

Her question, spoken in her normal voice, broke the thickness in the air and the urge to kiss her vanished like a smoke ring. Hopefully, she did not notice how he stared like some sort of simpering fool. “What?”

“Are you all right? You looked a bit—odd—for a moment. Are you going to be sick again?”

He didn't miss the hint of laughter in her voice, nor did he miss the glint in her eye. She knew. She knew exactly what he’d been thinking, knew what he’d wished to do.

He waited for her to mock him, to laugh at him and tell him how utterly insane his thought, his desire, had been. 

But, to his surprise, she merely too a step back and said, “Do you need my help with your trousers?”

“No. Of course not. I’m no child. I certainly can undress myself.”

“Of course. I meant no insult.” She stepped further back now, both hands raised. “Far be it from me to do what you are perfectly capable of doing yourself. I’ll just take your tunic and put it with my clothes that need laundering and when you’re ready to get into the tub, I’ll help you.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” 

He waited until she scooped up his tunic, then turned to make her way out of the kitchen and toward her bedchamber. Once the door closed, he unfastened his trousers and gave a shove to send them skimming down his legs. 

As they pooled about his ankles, he scowled, not at all certain he’d be able to step from them.  He drew in a deep breath, steadied himself with the chair, and tried. 

A hint of triumph shot through him when he was able to take the small step necessary to free himself completely from his trousers. With a no little satisfaction, he booted them across the floor, smiling as they slid across the wood into the great room. 

But that satisfaction faded as he stared down at the tub. It was dented and battered and probably had rust on it somewhere, judging by the looks of it. It came to about halfway up his thigh and must have taken Kaia forever to fill. He turned to peer over his shoulder at the closed door. Once more, she’d done something for him strictly out of kindness, and this was no small something. He couldn't fathom how many buckets of water she’d lugged in from her pump or well, heated over the fire, and dumped into the tub before waking him. 

And he snapped at her because he was a fool who wanted to kiss her. 

Except he didn't want to kiss her. 

At least, not any more.

He shook his head to clear it of the unwanted thoughts and reached to move the chair a bit closer, so he could grab it and use it to steady himself as he was determined to climb into the tub himself.

His wounded leg shook furiously, but thankfully held as he managed to brace on it long enough to get his uninjured leg into the water. He sank into the tub with more of a splash than he’d have liked, as it was loud enough that the door opened and Kaia was in the great room in a heartbeat.

“Are you—” Her eyes narrowed as her gaze alit on him in the tub. “I told you I’d help you.”

“Aye, you did. But, I managed on my own.”

“You could have fallen and split your fool head open, you know.”

He nodded. “I know. I decided I could risk it.”

For a moment, she looked as if she was going to argue with him about it, but then, she sighed softly. “Next time, please wait.”

Genuine concern wove through her voice, enough that he nodded. “I will. I give you my word.”

“Very well.” She crossed over to the table, where a small bar of soap and a washrag lay atop a folded towel. “It isn’t much and do not let it get into your eyes, for it will burn like the fires of Mount Doom if you do,” she said, passing him the cake of soap. 

He took both. “Thank you.”

She nodded. “If you need my help, I’ll be just outside. The kitchen window is open so if you call me, I should hear you.”

He dunked both soap and rag into the water, then mangled the soap with said rag and brought the rag up to his left shoulder, where he paused. “Should I have removed the bandages?”

“It matters not,” she told him softly. “I’ll give you fresh when you’ve finished. It won’t be much longer before you won’t need to keep them covered. But, that’s something we might discuss another time.” 

She moved to the door, where she paused and added, “Enjoy your soak. The water will cool far faster than you want it to.”

“I will.” He gingerly swiped around the wound at his collarbone as she opened the door, then he called, “Kaia?”

She froze, then turned. “Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She offered up a hint of a smile, and then left him to bathe in peace.

And peaceful was exactly what it was. The water swished about his hips, and while he fit into the tub, it was just barely, and that only if he bent his legs. But, the water was hot and clean and he cared not about stretching out at all anyway as that water seeped into him and loosened his joined and aching muscles. Foam flecked the water’s surface as he went to work and carefully washed around his wounds, rinsed, then ducked beneath the water as best he could to soak his hair and wash that as well. He hoped Kaia didn't have any reason to come back into the cabin, for he could only imagine the sight that would greet her—his feet and lower legs dangling over the tub’s dented sides while he did his best to not drown as he washed, then rinsed, his hair.

Somehow, he managed, and when he finished, he just leaned his head back against the tub’s rim, closed his eyes, and just soaked as if he hadn’t a care in the world. And for that brief moment, he hadn’t. It was the first time since he’d come around in this strange ramshackle cabin that he didn't curse the fates that left him alive, didn't stew in regret and shame. For this short while, he was at peace, and until that moment, he’d forgotten what that peace felt like. 

[lesbianwyllravengard]

For that Simarkus Medieval AU (no I'm not obsessed even though it's not written yet, wtf that would be weird, anyway) could we get some minor Gavin annoying Connor and just generally being Gavin in the background?

Like I'm a Knight too but I'm more experienced, you're just a newbie, so I should have this n°1 priority case of finding the rebels, go make me a coffee, also your just-a-bit-taller-than-me brother with the soft looking hair and the beautiful blue eyes that's in the King's special protection unit is really ugly and I hate you both

This needs to be a multi chapter novel size fic please I beg you 🙏

HELPDJFLDNF THIS IS PERFECT

I'd totally write this into a series if I could just get other things written

"your brother with the soft looking hair and the beautiful eyes is really ugly and I hate you both" is so fucking funny and so Gavin, thank you for that

But yes I could definitely see it like, instead of androids taking over jobs, the new tyrannical rulers brought their own kingdom with them when they took over the throne, so there's all these new villagers that are from this other Bad Kingdom and are basically being allowed whatever jobs they like because the rulers ofc prefer their own people. So Connor and Nines were from the "bad" kingdom, both given high ranking roles within the Palace guard, Nines being one of the new ruler's personal guard, and so Gavin is pissed because he was part of the old kingdom and had to work his way up to becomming a Knight, but damn if the head of the personal guard ain't pretty.

Hank taking Connor and Nines under his wing because, while he's pissed with the new ruler taking over, he sees how lost the boys are and how they remind him of his son (ima make Cole alive in this bc I CAN) so he can't help the paternal instinct of looking out for them.

Also, neither Gavin nor Elijah know they're related, and since Kamski was overthrown they never saw each other. Until later....

With the androids = people from the new kingdom analogy we could also say that the Jericrew gang were once loyal subjects who soon saw the tyranny of their rulers and vowed to end their reign, and wanted Markus - a member of the old kingdom - to not just join them but also rule someday, as he could bridge the gap and also they see how capable he is as a leader, and how compassionate he is for the people. When Connor is sent to arrest Markus, Markus manages to convince him that the rulers are corrupt and evil and need to be overthrown. Nines is a bit tougher to convince, but once Connor goes he follows. Gavin is... Gavin. I don't think he'd believe anything they said unless he experienced himself, or maybe even then he'd be in denial. But once Hierico manages to overthrow the dictators, he's quickly motivated to change sides lol.

I want some Leo redemption too, so I'll throw in that since Leo knew Markus best he was hired to tell them everything he knows about Markus, where he would go, what he could do, etc. And at some point along the way, plus after seeing how they treated Markus and how upset it made their dad, Leo decides he's not gonna help them, so he tells them complete lies, insists that Markus is too flighty and scared to stage a coup against the royal family, that kind of thing. And he conveniently leaves out that Markus was an amazing blacksmith, instead saying that his sabotage was actually just his failure at crafting the weapons. When Leo and Markus meet up again at the end of it all, Leo apologises and expects Markus to hate him, but Markus forgives him, accepting Leo as his family, and Leo says "I'm... I'm proud, to be your brother."

[demona-andariel]

A Simple Act of Kindness - 8 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,366

Chapter 8 - In Sickness

Thomas' heart thumped wildly in his chest. He was afraid. He sat beside his bed, gently wiping Elizabeth's face with a damp cold washcloth. She wasn't dying. The doctor said she was just sick and needed rest. The only thing was he cautioned them that if her fever got worse it would be in her best interest to take her to a hospital. It was already dangerously high, although she did assure the doctor it was normal for her to get high fevers.

Thomas didn't want her to die, but he knew taking her to a hospital would end them. Sure, she was finally submitting and actually being active with him. She was talking to him and letting him know what she needed. Actually fucking him . But, it was a recent development and he knew he hurt her bad. The kind of hurt that, if given the opportunity, she would leave him. He couldn't help himself. He was so desperate to make her stay with him the only way he knew how was to get her pregnant. No woman had ever touched him the way she had, had ever looked him in the eyes without disgust or horror. Yes, he had scared her many times, and he hated himself for it. But it wasn't his face that she feared, it was his actions. 

She groaned, moving a little to get more comfortable. For a brief moment, her eyes fluttered open, glancing at him before she turned her back to him and curled up to sleep again. He got up and went to the bathroom to wet the warm cloth.

When he took her injured body out of her car, he couldn't help but be jealous of her handsome companion and angry that he couldn't have a woman like her. Neither of them were severely injured. She was the first one he took home, setting her on the couch instead of immediately taking her down to the basement. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to do that, but it had saved her life and enriched his.

His mother had been cruel, setting him up for his heart to be broken yet again by rejection. She had told him in the fake-sweet voice she used on “visitors” that they were going to have their new guest for dinner. In the back of his mind, he knew why she was doing it. To remind him that only family would be by his side and not reject him. And true to what they had expected, Elizabeth had turned away from him the moment she saw him.

It hurt but only confirmed what he already knew, but still, he secretly hoped that maybe there was someone out there who could see past his looks. Yet, he was too ugly for a woman like her to be nice to. When she first touched him during dinner it surprised him. So gentle and firm. Not shying away like she had first done. She apologized to him! She talked to him, looked at him with simple unafraid eyes. And then her scars. She was so beautiful but even she had flaws. He couldn't help but look at his mother in desperation not wanting to kill her. 

His experience in sex was limited. He was no virgin, but the few encounters he found himself in the women weren’t exactly receptive. But, considering the women also treated his uncle Hoyt the same way when he fucked him, Thomas had started to assume that was just natural. Hoyt had given him some pointers that night. 

Thomas cringed at the thought.

He should have been gentler, taken his time to explore her, get her to relax. He hated the tears that she spilled, the pain on her face. All girls feel pain, his uncle’s voice rang in his head. Just make it easy for her, go in quick and hard. Trust me, they all end up loving it in the end. She’ll be screaming your name and begging you for more. If you take it slow it only adds more pain.

He didn’t understand at first. He tried to follow his uncle’s advice, but when he was pushing into her, her face had contorted in such a way that it scared him. He didn’t want to break her. For the first time in a long time, he decided to not listen to his uncle and try to figure out what he needed to do himself. 

Finding the little nub that caused her body to move and her to gasp excited him. Exploring her body had been a delight and although she did struggle, it wasn’t nearly as much as it had been earlier. Sticking a finger, then a second and finally a third into her, feeling her soft, velvet walls, watching her arch her back and moan as her breathing deepened and hips moved as if she wanted to swallow more of him, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

She had to know that she belonged to him. She had to understand that they were meant to be. He didn’t want her to feel pain, so he did as his uncle told him to do and did his best to bury his cock quickly into her. The way her walls wrapped around his cock, the way she came for him…

Thomas swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch. She drove him crazy. Walking back into the room, he set down the washcloth of her head, before patting her. His little wife. Although legally not married that didn't matter. Maybe they could have a real ceremony. His mother could fix the wedding dress he cut. 

She mumbled something, making him tense for a moment before he forced himself to relax. Did she even know that she used to call out his name while Thomas fucked her? Jason . Her voice was so sensual and needy. It got to the point where he couldn't handle it anymore. He, Thomas, was giving her pleasure, but she decided to think about the man who wasn't even her boyfriend. 

He couldn't say he felt bad for forcing her to fuck him in front of Jason. It was as much of a punishment for her as it was proof to that Jason that he could get a woman like Elizabeth. Cutting off the young man's aroused cock had not been planned, just an opportunity. When he found the young man dead the following morning he knew she killed him. Mercy or not, it didn't matter. It gave him some hope that just maybe she’d finally be free and focus on Thomas instead.

Elizabeth coughed and rose up, waving one hand in the air while covering her mouth with the other. He barely had time to hand her the bucket before she threw up the soup he'd help feed her in the morning. She groaned and turned, setting the bucket on the ground, and leaning over the bed, lying on her stomach. He gently rubbed her back. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. His heart jumped. She slowly moved so that she was on her stomach on the bed, setting her face in the pillow for a moment before turning her head to look at him. Her eyes were soft, thoughtful and half closed from exhaustion. “You don’t have to take care of me, you know.” The words barely left her mouth before she was asleep again. 

He sat up and picked up the washcloth that was beside her, putting it back on the back of her neck. He did have to take care of her. She was so small and fragile but she was his. A new anger built up inside him, and his jaw tightened. His uncle had tried to hurt her, tried to take her from him. Thomas had heard her scream from outside of the house. For whatever reason, his mother wasn’t around. He was glad he made it up to his room, seeing the two, the tension in Elizabeth’s body, hearing her scream in pain. It took all of his mental strength not to kill his uncle. Elizabeth was his after all. He did have a moment of doubt though, when Hoyt said she was begging for him. That was quickly dashed when she said the words that he’d been wanting her to say, “I belong to you”.

Thomas couldn’t help himself as he ran her hand down her body and rubbed her ass over the blanket. He needed her to get better. The last two times they had sex had both surprised and amazed him. He had been right, the moment Jason died in life he also died in her mind, freeing her to actually focus on Thomas. She’d gone from a lifeless doll to a vibrant, alluring sexual creature. 

He shifted uncomfortably and stood up, picking up the bucket as an excuse just in case, he went to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He sat down, opening his pants to take out his already hardening cock. 

He had thought there really was only a couple ways to have sex. Boy, was he wrong. He wanted her to ride him again, wanted to watch her breasts move up and down, see her bite her lower lip, see her arch her back so that he could ogle her breasts, and give him that look of lust. 

He let out a little groan, slowing his movement around his cock. She made him touch her. It had come out of nowhere and surprised him so much, especially when he found dipping a finger in her she was wet. He had noticed the little moans of pleasure when he started to help wash her. But, he didn’t realize that it was exciting her. She fucked his fingers. His fingers! And it made him feel proud. He was glad that she demanded he get her to cum with his fingers alone. As much as he wanted to stick his cock in her, actually feeling her quiver around his fingers, her arms grasping onto him for support, her voice demanding and yet so needy for him, it turned him on. 

His breathing deepened as he stroked his cock harder. He thought entering her quick and fast was the right way to do it. Watch her face shift as he filled her up. He believed that was her pleasure face for being full of his cock. Boy, was he wrong. He groaned again, recalling the moment she asked him to go slow. He thought it was going to be difficult. But, it hadn’t been. Her mouth, her eyes, her goddamn body moved so differently, that he found himself savoring the moment. 

He actually enjoyed moving slowly into her, the way she touched him, smiled, moaned and groaned at their connection. The way she commanded him and took control.

Thomas leaned his head back, rubbing his cock harder and faster. She begged him to fuck her, clearly indicating she wanted him to go fast. He wasn’t sure about her, but that shower sex was one of the best ones they had. Her pussy clenched around him with such need. And he got her to orgasm twice , he didn’t even know she could do that. He just figured she needed some rest as he did.

He replayed the final moments in his head. Him ramming into her, her moving her hips back to meet him. She even touched herself again, letting her fingers touch his cock to let him know what she was doing to get pleasure. 

Thomas whimpered and moaned, riding his wave of pleasure, as he came. Letting out a heavy sigh, he grabbed some toilet paper to clean himself. He hated using his hand now that he had her. But, he had to wait. Getting her healthy was his priority, he had to take care of her because sometimes she didn’t take care of herself. After that, it would be back to making babies, or at least, experimenting. It made him all the more excited about their future. She had knowledge that he wanted to know. 

Looking in the mirror, he adjusted his clothes to be presentable again. He touched his face. He hated his look, the human mask was a great comfort to him. But, it disturbed her. She actually liked looking at him. Any time he put on his mask he saw her fear, so he kept it off for her. 

His eyes spotted the shower behind him. He never really understood taking a shower. It felt useless since it was always so hot and he only ended up sweating again. But she made them far more interesting. 

He quickly cleaned the bucket of her vomit, before walking out of the bathroom, to return to his seat by her side. At least, Mama Luda understood and was actually happy that he was being so vigilant. “She’ll be even more grateful to you. She’ll see what a wonderful and helpful father you’ll be.” 

He only wanted one thing for their children. To be as beautiful as she was. He had no doubt she would love their children if they ended up having the disease he had. But he wanted their lives to be happier and more carefree than his was. 

A soft knock on the door broke him from his musing. Getting up, he paused to put on his mask before opening the door.

“How’s she doing?” Luda Mae asked. She peered behind him then smiled. “Did she keep her breakfast down?”

He shook his head. She sighed in response but then smiled. 

“Well,” she said, patting his arm. “Don’t you worry. She’ll eventually be able to keep her food down and I’ll make sure she gets the proper nutrients to get strong once again.”

He felt a bit of relief by her words. He couldn’t help but agree with the others that Elizabeth’s weakened state, the reason why she got sick, was because she wasn’t eating everything she needed to keep her healthy and strong. But they were fixing that. She’d probably be a little upset, but at least they now knew, she wasn’t allergic to the special kind of meat. But, he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to tell her that.

Chapter 9 - Enhanced Connection

[witheringdream]

Hello, what do you mean KTY probably lives in a trailer? I don't mean to be polemic, but this is my view on things. Neither Alba nor KTY have an actual like proper career or platform in the USA. They're both "newbies" trying to make it and have a breakthrough. Even tho Alba does have a longer career, that's back in Europe, and even in her country she's not really a big star. So KTY being quite vocal about her support for Palestine is actually kind of a big deal for her future career, she's taking a stance that's still shamefully not supported by the Hollywood industry as a whole. Much bigger and much more visible artists and celebrities have been fired and lost their current jobs in productions because they openly support the Palestinian struggle. So for her who's barely in the Hollywood radar to be vocal about it could very much close doors for her, who's upcoming in said business. There are high stakes for her.

Now as for Alba, that's IMO sad. She married a military propaganda prop. An imperialistic cheerleader. One who unfortunately is still very popular and visible. Her speaking up would basically go against her husband's "values" and how he made his livelihood and his millions, and it's a given that man has to think about optics and his own marketability and PR and all those ugly things that come with big Hollywood fame, and she's now entangled in it as well, so I honestly do not expect her to even acknowledge the horrid situation that's going on. Which again is sad. I don't think we'll ever even know what she thinks about this, and that ofc impacts what her fans think of her. Even tho she's consistently shown that she's really private before getting married. Her silence does reflect quite poorly. Now to add some nuance I personally believe we shouldn't be looking to celebrities for accountability, much less expecting deep social/political analysis (at most we should want to know their stance to decide if we'll continue to follow and support them or not) we should be looking at the people that have a real impact on the situation, lawmakers, congress, and presidents of the countries that are bankrolling Israel's genocide. They are the ones we should demand accountability from. I think the few celebrities that are actually out in the streets doing activism well.. we're lucky they're using their voice and platform in that way. But we can't expect everyone in showbiz to do the same (they should but to expect that from the USA showbiz specifically is kind of hopeless) what I'm saying is for the USA Hollywood showbiz specifically

i genuinely do not care about this lmao (i will not be reading your essay) . all i know is that speaking up about palestine should not be life changing or give you brownie points it’s literally the most humane thing to do. it’s not that hard to make a choice between killed civilians and broken families and ethnic cleansing and well… the people doing it??

[wander-wren]

okay so i AM going to talk about the problems with shiver but in a serious way. keeping in mind i’ve read the books a few times but it’s been at least a year or two since i did more than pick through them, so. memory shot

i’m also trying to be as factual and neutral as possible but i will give my personal opinion on everything and i’m biased bc i love this book so it is. generally critical-positive.

shiver & neurodivergence/mental health

while it’s not explicitly stated, grace’s mom (potentially dad?) and her best friend rachel are both heavily adhd-coded. rachel is described as “ditzy” and is always hyper and excitable. i think she’s a little bit stereotypical, a little over the top, but nothing about her strikes me as especially bad rep. grace’s mom, on the other hand, is incredibly distracted and always off doing The Art, and neither of grace’s parents ever have time for her or remember that she exists. so. there’s that.

idk i have adhd and i don’t really have a problem with it, i feel like rachel’s coding was very deliberate and the parents’ less so. the parents’ actions are definitely never excused just bc they’re flighty and distractible, which is correct, it’s still their job to raise their kid regardless of their issues. but i won’t speak for everyone.

second, salem is one of the minor wolf pack members, characterized by his “running eye” and the implication that he’s not All There. we don’t see enough of him in flashbacks to really tell what’s going on there, but he seems to have a solid place in the pack as both a wolf and a human. i always felt like him Looking Crazy was overkill, but again, we only see him as a human in flashbacks, and very rarely, so i can’t draw many conclusions.

there’s also shelby and jack, two side characters who are frequently referred to as “psycho” or “psychotic.” mostly by isabel. i’m inclined to let this slide with a critical look bc the book did come out in 2009, and isabel is absolutely the kind of girl who would use those words. she’s mean. but the language and the implications are there, and ofc i don’t experience psychosis so i can’t say it’s fine or not definitively.

we see shelby more. she seems to lack empathy and have a sadistic side, as shown by her torturing a bird and releasing mr. darrio’s dogs to attack (and nearly kill) paul. beck implies once that she comes from an abusive home, so it’s possible she has a personality disorder caused by trauma. i don’t know enough about personality disorders to attempt to diagnose her, though. she’s also shown to have an obsession with sam, who is about her age, talking about them being mates as wolves someday when they’re both pre-teens. she likes being a wolf for the escapism, which is fair, actually. she does attempt to kill both grace and sam a couple of times and successfully kills grace’s friend olivia. i think shelby is super scary and interesting but there’s also definitely some very ugly implications there. she dies unredeemed.

jack is isabel’s brother who is presumed dead in a wolf attack until he shows up as a werewolf. pre-wolf, he’s known to be violent and a bully, and actually provoked the pack to attack him by shooting them with a BB gun. as a wolf he is mostly unstable and violent, but doesn’t kill anything more consequential than his family dog. ouch. he does, however, kidnap grace at one point in an attempt to find a “cure” for werewolfism, and would have killed her if she didn’t comply. he just seems to have a lot of anger management issues, to be quite honest. he does die in the process of actually curing his werewolf-ness and this is treated as sad. it’s definitely a horrific way to go (untreated bacterial meningitis. the idea is you burn the wolf out via fever, then hope you can treat the meningitis in time. did not work for him). i think jack is just generally a dick and isabel calls him a ps*cho bc that’s how she is.

finally, there’s cole, who as i mentioned is deeply suicidal and he does drugs and becomes a werewolf about it. he also gets a whole book to himself, it’s great. he’s…basically just your standard bad boy rockstar who’s actually a tortured genius who’s actually an asshole, but he has Growth. i love him, personally. i can’t think of anything wrong with his portrayal in the books but i thought i’d include him in the interest of thoroughness.

shiver & representation.

there are zero (0) characters of color in shiver. it’s set in minnesota. the one exception MIGHT be paul, who is described as “dark” (not dark-skinned or dark-haired, just dark) and is black in wolf form. if you do decide that paul counts, he does die, but so do like, a fuckton of characters, and he does make it through most of three books iirc. werewolves are NOT a racism allegory in this series. and i’m white, so again, not my place to decide, but i think “no poc” is at least a step above “poc but they’re all treated horribly.”

originally this was just a race section but i’m back to add that (other than the section above), there are no characters from marginalized groups at all. again, it’s better than bad rep, and sign of the times and all, but it’s…definitely a thing.

shiver & cliches

yeah now that we’ve gotten through the ~problematic~ bits we gotta address the “twilight knockoff cashgrab” allegations. i have not read twilight (i feel so unqualified to be doing this?? i have no expertise on anything), BUT my main impressions are:

vampires

super special immune to vampires MC

werewolves

love triangle

so, shiver has werewolves. that’s it. the werewolves in shiver turn into regular old wolves every winter, then to humans in the summer. every year, it takes less cold to turn them wolves and more heat to turn them human, shortening their human time, until roughly 20 years in they become wolves forever. no special powers, no imprinting mess, nada.

(if you’re curious the book explains that moving to a warm climate doesn’t work. some of the pack moved to texas, but the constant heat just made them hypersensitive to cold and one of them got turned by air conditioning. you can cure werewolfism with an extremely high fever, but this also obviously has a high chance of killing the human as well.)

no vampires. no love triangle. one dude has an obvious crush on grace but she brushes him off even before sam is an option.

technically grace is a little bit special because she was attacked by wolves but didn’t turn. this is bc soon after she was locked in a hot car by her parents while also having the flu, and, you guessed it, got hot enough to cook the wolf out of her. she does still have some wolf traits like the ability to communicate with them in their telepathic image-language a bit. her experience is how they figure out the cure later on, but it’s not permanent and she does eventually become a werewolf as well. she and sam do have a Special Connection, but it’s because he was the wolf who dragged her away from the pack when they attacked her as a kid, and she remembered and watched him in the woods after that while he developed a crush.

the only twilight things i know a lot about are breaking dawn pt 2 the movie and that is absolutely nothing like shiver, lol. there’s no politics in shiver, there’s barely even a wolf pack by the time the current plot happens.

i will actually talk about the “cashgrab” element in another post bc it started getting too long so stay tuned

shiver & unproblematic crimes

i think the book uses “sexy” as a descriptor like, four times, and i hate that.

i think rachel is kinda annoying.

sam has never done anything wrong ever in his life and has so much plot armor. actually i don’t think this is a problem. i love him and he deserves everything

“lovely summer girl” is not actually that great. it’s very sweet but eh. some of sam’s other bits of lyrics throughout the book are cool though

the tl;dr of all of this is that shiver has some uncomfortable issues. but i don’t personally think that they make it unreadable or not worthwhile if you’re interested in that kind of thing. it is a little bit cringe at times, it’s not stiefvater’s best, but it’s good at being disturbing and devastating and romantic, which is the point.

[riverstardis]

reap the whirlwind part one:

it's so weird to think that i was about to do my GCSEs when this aired like that was so long ago wtf??? i also have never rewatched it since

ellissons in the previously... 😡

the strike's getting set up. elle's like "let's hope things don't get too ugly" .... mental smash cut to lily being run over and cal being stabbed😭

cal's working on his sign in the staff room and ethan looks at it and tells him not to give up his day job SJSJFHJ

i'm just gonna try not to think about how cal will be dead by the end of the day and ethan's whole life will be changed forever😢

ethan tries to convince lily to join the strike but she says she wants the same as them she just think it's best to work with sam rather than against him and ethan reminds her how overworked they'll be if the cuts go ahead but she still doesn't agree

ellissons🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 roy and scott making monkey noises at a black guy

if they could just leave roy to die outside the pub that would be great

alicia's still upset about the photos :(

sam says he's got everything under control but connie thinks he hasn't done enough to prepare for the strike

iain recognises roy from last time and tries to get jez to drive instead go in the back with him without letting on but jez thinks he doesn't trust him or something... wellll he'll find out soon enough

oop the locum calls in sick so sam's really screwed now

jez tries to look at roy's shoulder and uncovers his swastika tattoo

"i guess you didn't count on having saggy moobs when you had that one done!" HAHAHAHSH GET HIM roy grabs him and asks if he's queer and jez just smiles and says he's the poster boy for everything roy hates while mickey looks like he wants to melt into the chair

iain tells jacob that it's roy and jacob tells david he's all his and to keep him away from him. idk i think they should just let jacob at him tbh, i mean if it weren't for him jacob wouldn't have been shot

omg cal convinced the locum to pull a sickie. kinda feels like he's setting up his own death at this point.....

"that's the sweet smell of impending victory" :(

sam's called everyone to the staff room to beg someone to cover the locum because he's still refusing to divert

cal: "so you think we're just gonna cave in, is that it?" ethan: "we're not gonna let you sacrifice patient care" love to see them working as a team!! also ethan's getting to look up to his big brother one. last. time.😢 as even though he was the one who took the biggest issue with what sam was doing right from the start, he never would've taken action like this if it weren't for cal's lead🥺

sam goes "with respect, dr hardy, what do you think you're doing by striking? this place doesn't run itself." bro that's literally the point!! if you can't handle being a doctor down because of the strike how are you gonna handle being a doctor down because you fired one??? not to mention that losing a consultant will also impact the junior doctors' training so it's more than just being a doctor down!

sam says he'll just do it himself, cal says he's not ed trained, and sam says he did 3 years in a us emergency room and it's like learning to ride a bike😬 oop then he publicly thanks lily for not striking which she doesn't look too happy about, because she doesn't actually agree with him ofc

now cal's having a go at lily for ruining it for them while ethan tries to hold him back :/

cal going "you won't win this" to sam… unfortunately neither will you :(

cal arriving a bit late to the strike to see ethan and alicia laughing with each other instead of chanting sjsjjf yeahh he doesn't like that poor mickey honestly

iain discovering that it was gem who edited those photos of alicia😬

lmaoo now ethan and alicia aren't even holding their signs they're just standing by the refreshments talking and cal is NOT happy with them saying they trust connie to divert. and then robyn shows up and they rush over to see charlotte and ethan asks to hold her🥺 but cal's like "we're supposed to be protesting! 'can i hold her' this is not a day out!" and ethan just asks why he's being so angry sjsdjdjf

awww ethan and babies >> it's such a shame that covid meant that they hardly ever got a real baby to play bodhi bc imagine what we could've had😩

aw mickey explaining to jez how he's not like his family and he's dead if they find out he's gay :(

"dr chao is worth her weight in gold" SO TRUE

i guess jez is trying to help mickey by going "you're not the first person to come out to their parents! you think my dad was happy? no! but in the end you have to, it's your life!" but like… mate… this guy is an actual neo-nazi, he grabbed you and called you a slur while you were treating his injuries, consider that mickey might genuinely not be safe

iain and lily confronting gem about the photos and her excuse is "ever since i got here she's just been a cow to me!" they do not believe that for a second lmao "alicia?" "yeah! making me look stupid in the shop checking her change, making me look like a fool." "that's it?" "then she got her claws into sam. she's a slapper. can't believe he fell for that stupid airhead." "wait you're jealous? you're jealous of alicia sleeping with sam so you go and do something like that?!" my thoughts exactly iain. kinda ironic for someone who can barely read and write to call a literal doctor a "stupid airhead". someone has some internalised misogyny to work through😬

yikes sam wants to move lily's patient to a corridor while she waits to go up to keller which lily isn't happy about but eventually gives in and now even duffy's questioning her going along with sam instead of striking "where does it stop, lily?"

yikes x2 roy telling mickey "you never take anyone's side against the family, understood? you've got a good heart but it makes you weak." "i know what you are. i know what you do. i know everything about you. i've always known since you were a kid. i spent my life trying to protect you from yourself." "i don't need protecting" "don't push me! you're my son, and i forgive you, because you've got this weakness, and we've gotta work on making you strong." "i'm not weak, dad, i'm gay" GO ON MICKEY!!!

roy grabs him and tells him to stay away then and "there's no place in this family for filth!" poor mickey

imagine being so pathetically homophobic you re-dislocate your shoulder and make your arm go numb lol deserved

lily finds robyn hiding from cal in a store room because he was trying to make her spy on sam and now she's had to with both cal AND sam and moves her patient back to her cubicle and tells sam she's leaving and sam tells her not to get on the wrong side of him and she goes "it's true, you really will stop at nothing." go lily!!

gem driving round a car park like a maniac… well we know how this ends

lily passes the strike to go find gem and cal tries to have a go at her again but she calls him out for making the strike all about him and "is this really about patient safety or are you just trying to teach sam a lesson?"

lmaoo cal goes "she is being ridiculous" and ethan and alicia immediately look anywhere but at him sjsfjf

"look you have to admit-" "maybe it's all getting a bit too personal now" "yeah" "too personal?! that is rich coming from you two!" "meaning what?" "i know what you did behind my back. i found your cufflink, ethan, i know you slept with her. she was seeing me, and you went behind my back. so you can say i'm being selfish or egotistical or making this personal, but you two are the last people who get to call me out!" and so it finally comes out😬😬😬

NOOO LILY!!

she actually just looks like she's having a nice little nap on the floor there😭😭

welp now i won't be watching part two for obvious reasons so isn't it great how lily's fine and then nothing :) else :) bad :) happens :) and they all live happily ever after!

now i'm skipping to rash's first ep/lily's last ep

[mexicanblanket]

So apparently there's a homophobe at my workplace, that thought i was "staring at him" bc he told HR "i was staring at him and I make him uncomfortable."

Like bro you're so not on my radar? I'm just a social person, and as i walk through the production floor, i like to make friendly eye contact and nod hellos from time to time. and i walk through most of the building daily, multiple times a day. I'm bound to bump into people multiple times. if you caught me glancing at you, like?? it was just a glance???? Like, "oh there's that guy with the face peircing, okay moving on with my thing" and THATS IT?? like wtf? Staring??? STARING AT YOU?????? please. you wish. and i made you "uncomfortable" for just being my friendly self? THE FUCK? Okay my only explanation is you're a homophobe, and like a fragile one too.

[I have a few rainbow pins on my jacket, its not a secret but with the exception of the pins, that like the only thing that confirms im not straight]

Ugh, anyway, i was shaking and holding back tears when i got back to my desk, cos i was called up for some bullshit that was CLEARLY homophobic paranoia. But ofc neither HR, nor my Lead can call him out on it, bc he kept his complaint about me vague. and i could tell they were thinking what i was thinking too, based on how the conversation went, but they intentionally skirted around it, bc their hands were tied by the fact that he did keep it vague, and because of "plausible deniability" (im assuming) they can't actually prove it was homophobia.

[which is like so fuckin ugh... But im at least comforted that my lead and manager were both on my side on the the matter, and advised me to just ignore him and avoid him whenever possible.]

Like ew, gross, let me reiterate. he 👏 is 👏 not 👏 even 👏 a 👏 BLIP 👏 on my radar.👏⛔

And, Like, I'm happily in a relationship too, You DOLT! The Fuck i need a mid-ass dope like you?? it's always the mid looking ones that swear every gay is out to get them, i swear to god. fuck outta here. i ain't lookin' at you. ugly ass, dumb ass, wannabe cholo. fuck u.

.... anyway if anyone read this all the way through, please don't reblog this. lol, and i just needed to rant and work out my frustration with this situation through text. this is about as much attention I'm gonna give that dolt, ever. im done. (but i swear, if he tries me one more time I'm gonna call him out. fuck him.)

[simplyasimpformen]

Here it is- Jschlatt(xreader) HC's that I randomly think of at 3 AM

Bro's love language, or his way of showing his love/affection, is definitely through insults.

Bro would complain to chat about you, jokingly ofc

He'd ask you to play games with him on stream.

You would play drunken truck simulator together and get absolutely plastered, making the stupidest fucking jokes and just being chaotic.

Whenever you two ay Mario Kart, a lotta shit goes on in the house, it would be a huge competition between you two.

Neither of you actually win at the end and just end up tying.

Though whenever you win a race or get first he'd accuse you of cheating.

You would joke and tell him that you're gonna leave him for Minx whenever he calls her in her streams.

When Minx came to the States, you and her kept jokingly flirting to mess with Schlatt.

The first time chat found out about you was accidental.

Schlatt was busy streaming, playing Wii or sum', when you walked in and yelled at him for being loud.

"I swear on Jesus H. Christ- if I have to tell you to be quiet one more time I am throwing out all the fucking cereal in this house."

Chat immediately loved the fact that you got him to actually apologize and made him sound apologetic.

He briefly stopped what he was doing and just looked at you before apologizing and sounding like a guilty child who broke their mothers favourite vase.

You then left to do whatever you were before that and he tried being more quiet the rest if the stream as the chat were all losing their shit.

The second time you appeared chat immediately spammed their nickname for you, since they don't know your real name, and because Schlatt refused to tell them what it was.

"SCHLATT WHISPERER"

You once sent a picture of your shared bedroom to his mods for his stream where he judged his viewers rooms.

Man was concerned for a hot minute before he realized it was you.

Chat still don't know what your real name is and all of them just call you "Bob"

"what should we call you?", You read a donation that came through, directed at you, you assumed. Debating on what to be named you finally decided. "Y'all can call me Bob.", You answered in a fake southern accent making Schlatt turn to you with a bewildered look. "Why the fuck would you want them to call you Bob?!"

You and Schlatt spend hours a day laughing at Joe Biden memes.

I can imagine you being almost exactly like Schlatt tbh

You're both obsessed with guns and America(even if you aren't American)

You definitely went on his Love or Host, and he tried voting you out first round, but chat kept you in.

Chat loves you more then Minx(crazy, ik)

Chat go absolutely ape shit when they hear you get mentioned.

If you have a dog, Schlatt would love it no matter what. He would sleep on the couch with the damn dog by his side.

If you have a cat, it's safe to say that Schlatt is gonna be cuddling with it and Jambo while watching YouTube or Netflix with you.

If you have any sort of reptilians, snakes especially, bro would not let that thing in his house.

If you have a bird, Schlatt would have it sit in his head while he facetimes you when you are aren't home.

You're most likely finna be a business person, no matter what.

He'll let you run certain things in his businesses.

You two barely go out on dates and would rather spend time together inside the house.

But when y'all do go outside, it's usually to fancy ass restaurants.

You guys met in New York, in the middle of December, snow all over the place.

How romantic.

But then he fucked it up by calling you a dumbass.

Yet even though he at first made your blood boil, you still found yourself attracted to him.

Be it his dumbass personality or his shitty humour, something just made you love him, and bro ended up falling in love as well.

You have a love-hate relationship with his mutton chops.

Like.. you don't like it, yet you also aren't that bothered by it- like it just fits with him.

He definitely calls you ugly pet names, which are mostly insults.

Like for instance;

Toots

Hill Billy

Schnuckums

Chicken Shit

Rat

Bake Bean

Shorty(if you're short)

Giraffe(if you're tall)

He'd let you play with his hair and braid it or just run your hands through it.

You threaten to shave off his mutton chops when he makes you mad.

There folks, I'm bored, I'm tired, I should've been asleep a few hours ago.

[wifekasa]

— aot boys with a witty/funny s/o

jean, armin, eren, levi, connie

jean

i feel like jean would thrive SO hard with a funny s/o

especially if you help him bully eren

DO NOT CALL HIM HORSEFACE

you will literally get the cold shoulder for a week

he’s a big baby </3

if y’all are in battle and everyone’s getting serious and shit and you scream

he’s like holy shit wtf????

turns out you just saw a really ugly titan

one of those mfs that looks like a deformed fly

yeah 😀

u just start roasting it

“jesus christ ur mom must’ve been ugly as FUCK”

“y/n they don’t have moms”

“neither do u eren, u wanna keep interrupting?”

run.

armin

i feel like he gets so proud of ur jokes

if u crack a good one and people laugh hes over here like 😊

yuuup that’s my s/o

with him it’s all about timing

if u crack jokes at bad times he’s not gonna like it very much

(help id probably piss him off cause of that)

big fan of dad/nerdy jokes

“why can’t your nose be 12 inches long?”

“idk, why”

“because then it would be a foot” :D

“marry me.”

eren

can take stuff

he probably isn’t gonna get offended

i think he has a pretty good sense of humor when he’s not being a rage monster

like armin it’s about timing

probably likes jokes about jean and titans

make fun of titans and homeboy will fall in love

call jean a horseface and he’ll fall even more

just help him be a bully ok :’)

his jokes are probably kinda bad

just don’t tell him that tho his ego will be bruised

levi

my man appreciates witty jokes

not so much for dad jokes but will deal w them for u 😔

i think he’d like a sarcastic s/o

to match him yk

bold and sassy jokes will get a chuckle out of him

he’s got a good sense of humor so you make him laugh a lot

the scouts are just like :o wtf

he’s gonna be mad if ur joking around during battle tho

>:(

bully hange w him pls <3 (lovingly ofc)

“i think four eyes wants to fuck a titan”

levi: *chuckles*

hange: “scientifically speaking that wouldnt even make since considering-.”

connie

THIS DUDE

being funny is a MUST

ur allowed to bully him a bit too

he’s gonna act all offended but he actually thinks it’s funny

you help him and sasha pull pranks on jean

y’all cannot be serious 🤚🏼

fr seek help there’s people dying

he likes ALL the jokes

laughs at anything

he REALLLY likes pranks tho

y’all tried to steal mikasa’s scarf once

it didn’t end well </3

you wrote him a letter while hiding from mikasa telling him that this was the end and that the scarf was kinda musty 🙅🏻‍♀️

a/n: might make one with the girls idk yet

send requests PLEASE

[meltingpotimagines]

Boyfriend!Todoroki

dating has never really interested him

but you changed that completely

mina being the people person she is introduced you to the friend group and you just kinda became one of the group

indifferent to your presence at first but slowly became interested the more time he spent around you

how happy you seemed when you laughed or how you wouldn’t take bakugo’s crap

started to pay more attention to you particularly after you managed to put him in his place

(to this day no one knows how you managed to do that and bakugo refuses to admit it ever happened)

he’s never met someone that could handle the human bomb as well as he can

every new thing he learns about you and your personality gets him more and more interested

finds himself hanging around more whenever you come by the dorm

he’s just intrigued by you not like he’s lowkey crushing or anything

denki realized he had a crush on you when he caught him staring at you and from then on was determined to set you two up

(he’d noticed those quick little peaks you’d take in shoto’s direction when you thought no one was looking and shipped it s o hard)

roped mina and ochaco into his schemes bc he knew they’d ship you two just as hard as he did it they knew

he also needed the extra help bc you two were the d e n s e s t people he’d ever met

tried to get shoto to realize his feelings in every way he knew possible

“hey todoroki, doesn’t y/n look so cute today?” “yes”

“y/n, can you go with todoroki to get some snacks for the movie tonight?” “sure”

boy was this close to just locking you two in a closet together and hoping for the best

and almost did but ochaco convinced him to go with a game of spin the bottle instead

with a rigged bottle of course

let everyone in on the plan except mineta so there was no chance of anything going wrong

they will be d a r n e d if their last ditch attempt fails

thankfully neither of you objected when mina suggested the game one night

made sure both you and shoto sat exactly across from each other so regardless of who spun the bottle you’d have to kiss each other

mina volunteered you to go first

shoto stiffened almost imperceptibly when the bottle landed on him

you were going to kiss him

he was going to kiss you

you two were going to kiss

he was going to have his first kiss

with you

in front of everyone

oh no

everyone cheering “kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!” certainly did not help

he may not know everything but he was n o t oblivious to the fact that everyone found him attractive

which usually means people expect you to know what you’re doing

he did not

at all

was he supposed to make the first move? or were you since you spun the bottle? 

what’s the proper protocol for spin the bottle?

is there proper protocol for spin the bottle?

he wouldn’t know

he’s never played before

did his best to hide his nervousness as you moved towards him

he’d never hear the end of it if anyone figured out it was his first kiss

luckily for him, you just gave him a quick peck on the cheek

not that that stopped him from blushing, much to your surprise

he was equality as surprised at the blush on your cheeks

“...can you come with me for a moment?”

everyone’s teasing voices follow you all the way down the hall (as well as mineta’s “wait where is everyone going? i didn’t get to spin yet!”)

as soon as you were out of earshot he turned around and stared at you for a moment

“do you... like me?”

his heart raced at the sight of your flushed cheeks and skipped a beat when you nodded

“...would you like to go out with me?”

he’s so awkwardly formal it’s so cute

was so nervous he nearly didn’t hear your happy little “yes!”

he relaxed as a soft smile graced his face

“tomorrow, six o’clock? meet at the front door?” “it’s a date”

one of many~

but the only one before he asked you to be his

hey, boy knows what he wants

was kinda nervous bc he doesn’t know much about this stuff but he’s a fast learner

gets you red roses sometimes bc he heard that was romantic

first time he did he got you a bouquet of fifty

not that it wasn’t appreciated ofc but in hindsight, fifty is just a l i t t l e excessive on a normal day 

was confused when you suggested changing your contact names for each other but went along with it

chose a simple ‘mine’

tried to make you change his when he saw you picked ‘freezer burn’

“you chose freezer burn? why?” “because teasing is a sign of affection” “fine”

it makes you happy so he’ll allow it even if he’d rather it be boyfriend ᵒʳ ʰᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ

never initiated physical contact at first, but as he got more comfortable with you, the touchier he became

not big into pda but turns into a massive cuddlebug when it’s just the two of you

doesn’t really care how you cuddle as long as he’s facing you

he can’t stand cuddling with his back to you

loves to take cuddle naps

even if he doesn’t actually sleep and just dozes the whole time, it’s his favorite way to spend time with you

just being wrapped up in blankets with you, listening to your steady breathing or your heartbeat if his head is on your chest

it makes him feel at peace

was determined not to go to you about nightmares

no one needs to know about those and he certainly didn’t need to bother you with them

but one night he had a particularly bad one

showed up your door at two in the morning

no explanation, just stood there, face hidden until you invited him in

curled into bed with you and buried his face in your neck

you could feel the tears on your skin but didn’t say anything about it, much to his relief

he clung to you until he finally fell asleep, safe and warm in your arms

opened up in the morning about the nightmares

it made him feel very exposed but he felt you deserved an explanation

not that you would ever judge him or use it against him

“you know you can come to me whenever you have them right?’

he didn’t but now he does

anytime you hear a knock on your door in the middle of the night, you know it’s him

it’s always the same routine

you let him in, he crawls into bed with you, you two fall asleep with him in your arms

it makes him feel better knowing he has a safe place to go to

sometimes gets insecure about his scar

is it ugly? or was his mom right after all? is his left side itself unsightly?

it always quiets those thoughts when you kiss his scar

makes him feel loved

the first time you two said i love you was both so awkward but so precious

you had been a little out of it all day

it had been a long day and there had been a lot of your mind

out of habit you said “bye love you” as you turned to leave and it took your tired brain a couple of seconds to process what you had just said

crap

internally freaking out, you looked back to see him staring at you, eyes wide

crap crap crap

“i mean-”

his eyes softened and a gentle smile spread across his face before walking towards you and pressing a kiss to your forehead

“i love you, too”

pLS imma cry

from then on showed how much he loved you in everything he did

press little kisses wherever his head is when you cuddle

always gets you a drink when he gets himself one

takes note whenever he sees you eyeing something that you want and gets it for you later

buys you your favorite food when you’re sad

gently squeezes your hand when you go on walks together

wordlessly takes off his jacket and wraps it around you if it’s chilly

he doesn’t say the words very often but his actions say it all

he’ll never leave you any room to doubt how much he loves you

[kimtaegis]

have your ever thought about how cute it would be if tae had his glasses on all the time ;-; except for their performances ofc -cause it must be impossible to dance with them- but if he wore his glasses every day and during all the time, he would be known as "the member with glasses" and that would be so ♡ ahhh and he looks so beautiful with them... i also think it would make people feel more good about wearing glasses?? idk

guess he doesn't need it though or just doesn't want to... and i don't blame him 'cause i need to wear it 100% of the day and i can't wear contact lens neither so..it's a part of my soul and ugliness since i was a kid kflskdjd 💔

it’s so funny that you’re mentioning this because when I watched him put his glasses on on today’s episode I thought about this too!! Like I’m really wondering how bad his eyesight is? And how often he actually wears glasses and if he has contacts?

And yes he does look beautiful with them!

He also has such a good face for sunglasses. I loved his Ray Ban In the Soop ones so much I got them for my birthday this year!

Ugh I love themmmmm

[leslie-lyman]

Happy Sleepover Saturday love! Ok you know I'm begging for any deets about CNC!Marcus. What's this about a crime ring??? 👀

Also, please tell me more about the Din X Jedi Reader fic!!!

Hello love!

Okay, CNC!Marcus has like, a very vague outline of a plot. Marcus and reader (I dunno if she’s gonna be a reader-insert or an OFC, so I’m just gonna call her reader for now) meet and start dating, and Marcus is working a big case trying to track down and recover stolen art that’s fallen into the hands of a group of very dangerous people. Marcus and reader haven’t been together terribly long, but the Bad Guys know Marcus is poking around their organization, and they threaten reader to try and get him to back off. Marcus really, really doesn’t want to rush things with this new relationship, but he also doesn’t want her to stay alone in her apartment. So they kinda sorta move in together on a temporary basis, but you know how that is probably gonna go…😉 And that’s all I got so far, beyond also knowing that I want the two of them to explore their CNC kink together!

As far as TSASS goes, I feel like to don’t see a ton of Jedi!OFC or Jedi!reader pairings with Din, but I love the potential. It lets Din find a Jedi teacher for Grogu who travels with them on the Razor Crest so he doesn’t have to give the kid up, and whoops it turns out Din and the Jedi ending up falling for each other too! I also am enjoying playing around with what Miriam can do with the Force. She’s spent almost all her life growing up under the Empire, so she’s had to learn to hide her abilities and how to use them in really small and subtle (but powerful) ways. There’s also a lot of parallels between Din and Miriam - they both lost their parents very young, they’re both struggling with the somewhat ugly truths around their respective creeds and trying to decide the extent to which they want to follow them anymore. I’m really looking forward to Kenobi giving me a lot of inspo around the Inquisitors and what life was like for Jedi trying to hide from the Empire!

A lil snippet for you under the cut:

Of all the lightsaber forms, Miriam has always loved Makashi the best.

Perhaps she’s guilty of a touch of vanity, but nothing compares to how the elegant postures and transitions look and feel as she moves with the ease of years of training from one to the next. In actual combat, the form is designed to allow the wielder to carefully probe an enemy’s defenses, to seek understanding of their style of fighting in order to find and exploit its weaknesses. But when she’s alone, it feels like flying, like ballet. She keeps an awareness of the Force in the back of her mind, but doesn’t draw on it as she moves.

The air is so clear and clean on this planet. After so long spent on smoggy, industrialized cities or stuck inside ships full of recycled air, she relishes the taste and smell as she pulls it into her lungs. Out in the trees, there are birds calling to each other, and this planet’s sun is warm on her skin, but not stifling. Miriam lets herself get lost in the sweeping motions of the form, letting her eyes drift closed as she lunges forward, raising her sword in an upward arc, then pivoting on her right heel to bring the blade down behind her-

CLANG.

The sound echoes in the clearing as phrik meets beskar, the path of her sword blocked by the spear Din holds sideways.

Neither of them moves or says anything for a moment.

“Mind if I join you?” He says at last.

She huffs out a laugh, pulling her blade away to let it hang loosely at her side.

“How much practice have you had with that thing?” She asks, eyeing the spear and it’s wickedly sharp point.

He shrugs, noncommittal.

“Not as much as I’d like.”

She considers it, trying to decide if the prospect of dueling with a Mandalorian is intriguing, intimidating, or just flat-out foolish. But a voice in her head tells her that Mando would never actually hurt her, and she cannot deny that she’s curious, that she wants to see how they measure up against each other, to see more of what he’s capable of.

She nods, putting a few steps of distance between them and settling into a defensive stance.

“Show me what you’ve got.”

[hermit-pistol]

anonymous asked: You asked for seasonal??? OHoh yes yes 😊What about Abbacchio and reader finding themselves underneath a mistletoe Bruno so expertly placed, reader has a crush on Abbacchio and vice versa but ofc neither of them know. The whole gang is just staring at them to see what'll happen 👀

ANON, HAVE YOU READ MY MIND!??! I’m going to write a fic similar to this for a secret santa in the discord server I’m in!! I love this idea~ 

Abbacchio most likely wouldn't even want to go to the gang's holiday party in the first place, but when Bruno mentioned that you would be in attendance he quickly changed his tune. Meanwhile, on the other side of things you had picked out your outfit ahead of time in the hopes that he would be there

Bruno was slick, that was for sure. He made sure that everything was perfect the night before, but chose to add his best addition for a few hours before guests would arrive: a small leaf hanging above the kitchen doorframe. He knew that you and Abbacchio had quite the infatuation with one another, but both of you were too shy to act on your urges. Hopefully the incorporation of his "help" taped to the kitchen doorway would aid him with his mission.

You are actually one of the last to arrive, and Bruno opened the door, offering you a warm smile, which you returned. Cautiously stepping inside, you saw the rest of the gang enjoying snacks and making small talk. All except for Abbacchio, who was sitting on the couch with a glass of punch by himself.

"Why don't you keep Abbacchio company? he seems a little lonely over there." You were too flustered looking at the man chilling on the couch to see Bruno's wide grin.

You sat down on the couch next to him, giving him a shy smile. He grinned back, albeit quite awkwardly. You chatted about life and barely noticed all of the eyes that were fixated on the two of you.

Narancia, who was clad in an ugly Christmas sweater was visibly sweating watching the display, "Are they gonna kiss yet?" This caused Fugo to promptly slap his hand over his friend's mouth, a threatening glint in his eye.

"Shut up, if they hear you the surprise is ruined."

Later at dinner, everyone is seated and is having a generally good time until you notice your empty glass. "Aw man, I ran out of Diet Pepsi." Abbacchio stood up abruptly, "Allow me to get some for you."

What followed was an awkward exchange witnessed firsthand by the rest of the group. You decided on getting the Diet Pepsi together, which happened to be in the kitchen. Conveniently, Bruno moved the dining room table earlier in the day so they would have the perfect view of what was about to go down.

You crossed the threshold with no problems, but once Abbacchio came to join you Mista and Narancia started whistling uncontrollably. "WOOO LOOK ABOVE YOUUU!!!" they laughed and pointed at the plant dangling above his head.

"What is this..." his eyes darkened. "Bruno-" The man in question smirked, waving him on to carry on the age-old holiday tradition of mistletoe. Even Giorno and Trish couldn’t hide their giggles.

You grabbed his hand, "It's okay!" He noticed your visible blush and shaking hands, "Just one on the cheek wouldn't hurt, right?" Once he did, the group let out a collective, "OOooOoHHHH~~!!" and you wanted to hide under a rock. Now both of you were flushed red. Maybe this would be the embarrassing event that would break the ice between the two of you.