#but she is still admired for her hard work and stubborness and that's how she will turn into a great witcher

[teyamsilly]

her beginning

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a short summary of veronica's life before motherhood

Veronica never thought she wanted to experience motherhood. Her parents were never there for her as they claimed to be busy with their work and would rather stay in the lab than be at home. She never complained, though. They did what they did to survive and still brought food to the table.

That’s what she learned throughout her life, to work hard and stay on top. Life was black and white to her. There wasn't any other way. She knew her life would be full of paper and research.

That was until Grace saved her, introducing her to new perspective in living. She showed her what the na’vi lived for, what they believed in. Veronica was doubtful, but with Jake’s persistency, she came to love them. Even came to love him.

Everyone saw it coming. With Jake’s stubborness and Veronica’s need to be perfect, they often clashed with one another. But the woman came to understand him, he acted the way he did recklessly because it was what he believed in. She never fought for what she believed in because she had none to begin with.

And if you told her that she would believe in love and fought for it, she would have denied it. Whether he was in his avatar or human form, he was it for her.

And Neytiri came.

Jake met Neytiri first before she did. Veronica met her when Grace’s school opened again. She was skeptical of the na’vi, as Neytiri was with her. But when she saw a photo of her, Grace, and with another woman who appeared to be nowhere, Veronica asked her who she was.

Honesty and vulnerability brought them together. Neytiri admired Veronica for having strong opinions and a logical mind, and she was smart. 

At first, Veronica was conflicted. Loving two people felt overwhelming and it didn’t make sense. For once in her life, she felt disorganised. She pushed everyone away, including Neytiri, and didn’t speak to anyone unless it was necessary.

Jake didn’t give a fuck, though. He knew that something was going on between her and Neytiri. The na’vi woman would attempt on asking about how Veronica was, thinking she was subtle. And he knew that there was something between themselves too. 

He knew Veronica wasn’t one to feel any emotions and face them head on. Like a baby, she was new to this. After having an open talk with her, he offered an idea that they both would agree, but needed the na'vi woman's say.

Polyamorous relationships were normal and traditional even, sometimes it happens just to increase the numbers of people in the clan. When Veronica was told of this, she was surprised. Perhaps that is the reason why Neytiri seem so nonchalant about being with two people when the two confronted her of it.

Their relationship had its up and downs, but it worked. As long as the trio remained truthful and open, there was no problem. What started as the three of them turned into the eight of them. A big family that was filled with love and care.

If this was a dream, Veronica never wanted to wake up.

[eerna]

why did no one gif that scene where the witchers bully Ciri for getting her ass handed to her in training, but then we get a half hour timeskip and see that there’s a crowd gathered around the training course and everyone is cheering her on and talking about how great she is because each time she fails she gets one step closer to completing the course. that was peak TV right there

[captains-simp]

Carol Danvers ~ Two Sides Of The Same Coin

Chapter 1: Audacity

The bounty of a lifetime isn't one you're about to turn down, despite the life threatening challenges and rivals. The most irritating of which is an intergalactic superhero who becomes insistent on aiding you, whether you like it or not

Two

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"For the hundredth time, I don't know where he is! Either buy something or go someplace else."

Fuck, another dead end.

You searched the bartender's irritated eyes for any trace of a lie, already knowing you wouldn't find any but still holding onto a glimmer of hope you would catch a trace of something.

Nothing.

What had hope ever gotten you anyway?

"Just some Asgardian ale." You muttered. You really shouldn't have been buying such an expensive drink. Not to mention wouldn't be able to have much of it due to your plans of not passing out drunk that night. But you were just as frustrated and tired as the bartender.

A break could help. You lied.

You paid the bartender and tried to ignore the harsh feeling of regret already being planted in your gut. At least the alcohol would get rid of that - before it got worse.

Taking the glass, you dragged yourself to the back of the bar towards the corner you thought you wouldn't be disturbed in. That was usually the kind of environment you had your best ideas and tactics planned. The noise stopped your mind from wandering and the low level allowed you to concentrate. Even the slight buzz of the alcohol had its advantages.

But there was no success that night.

The bartender knew nothing. He was your final lead who would corporate with you. The next person you visited would be far less welcoming.

You had known that would happen when you accepted the job. It was going to be the hardest one you ever did, and the most rewarding. You had to keep reminding yourself that.

You're going to make a lot of enemies. You warned yourself for the hundredth time that week. It was true, you would. The number of people you could trust would plummet. You would have your own hit on your head. Was that really something you were prepared for?

I already have. Nothing will change. I've prepared for this. This is the bounty of a lifetime.

You were staring into your glass when she sat down. Her blonde locks were a blur in your peripheral, a momentary distraction from the recognisable colours of her suit.

It was hard to comprehend it for a second. She had arrived so suddenly and caught you unaware. Something you weren't familiar with. It was unnerving.

You sat upright and met her studious gaze. She was watching you carefully, as though trying to get a read on you. You did the same.

You had always wondered, maybe even hoped, that you would meet her. You were in two different lines of business but it wasn't like you hadn't crossed paths with heros before. There was usually some kind of mutual understanding, even some respect. You were quick to learn there wouldn't be any of that from her - not in that bar.

"Y/l/n." Carol stated, as though the pair of you were already acquainted. But it was far from a warm greeting.

Part of you wondered if you had done something illegal in your last job. Usually things like that were never dealt with, no one had the time to be chasing around bounty hunters when they were practically always on the move (and you saved the authorities a lot of trouble).

"Danvers." You replied. Both of you maintaining your stoic expressions.

"Captain Danvers." She corrected. You didn't acknowledge that and made no effort to correct yourself, wondering if it would damage that ego you had heard so much about, so she continued. "I've heard you have some information that could be of interest." She said. You didn't like where that was going. "What do you know about Daexire?" Fuck all. "Working progress." She quipped an eyebrow at that and waited for you to elaborate. You hoped she would be quick to catch on that you weren't much of a talker and that you had no interest in letting her swoop in to take your bounty.

"Do you know where he is?" God, no.

You breathed deeply through your nose before you leant forward onto your arms and flicked the side of your glass. The sound carried between you for a brief moment.

"Do you really think I would be sat here if I did?" Carol's eyes flicked down to the liquid in your glass, took in your outfit then finally returned to your slightly narrowed eyes.

"I wouldn't be surprised." You put a lid on the anger starting to replace the regret in your guts.

You were about to assure her that wasn't what you did, that whoever had told her about you didn't know you at all. She started talking again before you could, not picking up on - or maybe just not acknowledging - the trace of annoyance that may have slipped. You blamed the alcohol for that.

"Do you know anyone who does?" You did. That was a long list you were working through. Daexire was a famous man. But he was also a feared and respected one. Both were hard to overcome.

"I don't." Had it been another bounty and another hero, you would have told them. However a bounty like it wouldn't come up again, it was what you needed to escape that life you had forced yourself into. And Carol's complete disregard of your capabilites was definetly something that was going to encourage you. Maybe your pride was a little fragile.

Carol narrowed her eyes at you for longer than you were comfortable with, because you both knew she didn't believe you. You also both knew that you wouldn't tell her anything different. Yet she persisted.

"Daexire is a powerful man. He abuses that power and will continue to do so until he's stopped." The seriousness of her voice had a small voice in the back of your head urge you to tell her what she needed to know. She was right. Daexire was powerful, and so was Carol. But you knew what you were doing too.

"So I hear." Was all you said as your eyes stayed fixed on hers.

"This is serious, y/l/n." Carol warned.

"So I hear." Her jaw clenched firmly at that. You were glad to see you had gained the upper hand in some way. It certainly encouraged you.

"You're in way over your head with Daexire." It was your turn to clench your jaw. She didn't even give you the benefit of the doubt.

"And what makes you think you're not?"

Without a word, Carol held her arm out at her side and aimed her fist at an area over your shoulder. Swirls of yellow light flowed around her fist with spikes of blue and red among it.

There was no time to admire the lightshow. A blast of energy left her fist and fired across the bar, sending everyone into panic.

Everyone ducked down to avoid the blast and it's damage but you weren't focused on them, or even the photon blast. Sure, it was a little close for comfort, but Carol wouldn't hurt you. That you were certain of.

"You want to distract Daexire with a lightshow?" You quipped, feigning disinterest. Carol was far from pleased with that.

"You're going to get yourself killed trying to capture him." She no longer held herself back, set on saying something to make you second guess your stubborness. "Just tell me who can lead me to him and it will all be over so much quicker." Carol was growing impatient and didn't try to hide it, or perhaps she was unable to. You had been taking the piss more than anyone had in a long time.

"I can handle myself and I can handle Daexire." Your confidence in your knowledge and abilities had never failed you before.

You downed the Asgardian ale in one before Carol could get another word in. Embracing the instant, electrifying burn of the alcohol, you stood up from your seat and left the bar without looking back at Captain Marvel.

* * *

"I don't know anything." He was lying through his teeth, which were currently tainted a light red from the blood in his mouth.

Just as you had guessed, your visit wasn't welcome. The moment he opened the door to you he tried to slam it in your face upon recognition, instantly attempting to flee through the back door. He had put up a fight when you caught him - a surprisingly long one - that had ended with him tired to his own chair while you looked around the house and asked him questions.

You found nothing. You knew Daexire never liked having a paper trail of his work, but you would be kicking yourself if you didn't try.

"What was the last thing you designed for him?" You asked as your eyes wondered across the mantelpiece.

The man, Owen, was renowned for his weapons. They weren't exactly your style, but you had seen enough close up demonstrations of those weapons to know they were efficient to say the least.

They were all overtly large and had a hell of a kick to them (and must be a joy to try out) not to mention the most expensive weapons on the black market. So it was no surprise there had been countless rumours that Owen had designed one or two things special for Daexire. Whether it was a spineless ass-kissing attempt, a try for an alliance or just fear of being on Daexire's bad side, you weren't sure.

"Nothing. I've never had any business with him." You didn't have to turn around to know he was lying. Having him in your peripheral was enough.

"You're not getting out of that chair until I'm satisfied with what you tell me." You said, eyeing the figurine of an old fashioned Earth car.

"I have nothing else to say." Owen scowled.

"Maybe we could have a chat instead?" You spun around at the sound of the cocky voice.

Carol met you with an arrogant smirk at the sight of your confusion, wanting to know how she had snuck up on you without you noticing...again!

You watched her in annoyance as she strolled across the room towards Owen.

"Seems like you do know people who can help, y/l/n."

"Must have slipped my mind." Not bothering to conceal the lie. Carol hummed in response and trailed her focus back to Owen.

"Daexire. Where is he?" Carol demanded in a no-bullshit tone. You watched Owen  carefully, curious to see if he was going to respond differently to the arrogant blonde, that would definetly be irritating.

"I already told that crazy bitch," he nodded in your direction, "I don't know." That wasn't a lie. He really didn't know. That didn't mean there wasn't other things he could share.

Carol clearly hadn't come to the same conclusion. In a second she had her arm raised and fired a photon blast across the room, making a prominent indent in the wall. That's getting annoying really quickly.

"He really doesn't know." You said as you leant back against the wall, your arms crossed as you watched the interaction.

"And how are you so sure?" Carol asked, completly unconvinced.

The corner of your lip twitched into a small smile. You weren't going to let Carol in on your secrets. At least not yet.

"I just do. So leave it."

"No chance." The swirls around her wrist started up again and this time Carol levelled her arm to Owen's chest. She wouldn't...would she?

Owen seemed skeptical too, willing to try his luck. "You're not going to kill me."

"Who said anything about killing? There isn't just one level to this thing, you know? It could just hurt...really badly." Carol left her implications hanging in the air as you both watched Owen fidget in his seat.

"I really don't know where he is-" Carol's fist lit up more and a soft hum emanated from it warningly. "Because no one does." He said in a rush, turning his face away. "He knows about the bounty and he doesn't trust anyone right now." Owen explained as fast as he could.

Carol glanced over at you, much to your surprise, and you nodded. He was telling the truth.

"So he's scared?" Carol asked, still holding her fist close.

"He's preparing."

"For what? Me?" You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore Carol's I'm-the-centre-of-the-universe attitude.

"For anything." That had you wondering just how many people were going after Daexire. You had assumed it would be very few. For most they wouldn't even come close and if they did it would be certain death.

"And that's all you know?" You knew it needed to be asked, but you hated that question because you were already certain of the answer. You looked up to have your thoughts confirmed. Truth.

You walked towards Owen and took a knife from your belt. He leant away for a moment but relaxed when you started cutting the ties.

Another dead end. You pondered if the knowledge that a lot of people were after Daexire would help you at some point. You knew you shouldn't let that optimism distract you.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Carol said in a mocking business woman tone.

Owen made the smart decision of not responding and rubbed his wrists as he watched the pair of you leave with another scowl.

"So where now?" Carol asked as you stepped out the door of the house with the blonde right behind you.

"Were you following me?" You accused as you took a step back to put some space between you.

"Yep." You didn't know if it was that Carol knew you would see through her lie or just that she wanted to declare that with some pride. The smug look on her face told you it was the latter.

It has been a couple days since your meeting in the bar. You would be lying if you said Carol hadn't popped up in your mind since then, wondering if you had made the right decision in brushing her off. But you really hadn't expected her to be following you.

"Well stop. This isn't happening." You motioned between the pair of you and made your way back to your ship to consider your options.

"I helped you out in there!" Carol called out as she jogged to catch up with you.

"You did fuck all." You scoffed. She didn't have a reply for that. You weren't entirely right - she did help - but you would have been fine on your own. Interrogation was something you excelled at. It wouldn't have taken you long to get those answers on your own.

"I can help." She insisted.

"Then help yourself, Danvers." Deliberately not calling her Captain.

You remotely opened the cargo door of your ship from the device around your forearm before you turned around to get another look at Carol.

"And don't follow me." You said as the door closed. She made no objections, but something told you you would be seeing the blonde hero again.

[mattw83]

Gabrial and Nathalie origin thoughts

I had a random thought... whats new, lol.

Pretty much an AU more than a theory, since I dunno, kind of lessens his objective a little? I dunno, see what you think...

I know Gabrial comes across as obsessive over his wife, but what if its more? What if Gabrial caused his wifes comatose situation, and is actually feeling guilty over it...

This might make both of them worse than before though!

FYI, i actually like nathalie, and think she was a good person, just crazy for Gabrial, and love makes you do things you normally wouldn’t.

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They were deeply in love, but Gabrial worked hard, his compulsive workaholic nature wore down on them though, Emilie and Adrien never saw much of him, but when they did, they were a happy family, but at times, work just wore on Gabrial, until he met Nathalie, a single woman, equally as dedicated to her work as he was.

She was always there; his assistant, ready with his coffee, on top of his schedule, his calls, his family duties.

She never had time off unless he did, and even then, she was there at the office before he was most times, coffee in hand, just how he liked it.

There was nothing romantic between them, it was Employer and Employee, and for a time, things improved with his family, and Nathalie became a part of it, even helping with Adrian when his parents needed time alone for personal reasons, or other things.

But things did slowly change when Emilie got sick. He relied more on Nathalie to keep him focused.

Even before the illness, he appreciated her through any up and down, any argument about working too hard, about Adriens upbringing, and Gabrials stubborness, and treatment of his son.

Nathalie helped him, talked to him, didn’t argue, but made comments that would make it seem less like he was being ‘ordered’ or ‘berated’.

He loved his wife, but Gabrial was far too competitive in nature to ever see a conversation as less than being told what to do!

He oved his wife... but she was his equal, and he knew that, he had always known that. Just as smart, just amazing as he saw himself, so how could he ever doubt her reasoning, and accept he was ‘wrong’ at the same time.

Nathalie though, she knew how to let him make his own choices, by posing the same information, yet, somehow, it always felt like he was making the decisions.

He grew fond of her for that, more than he intended; more than he ever wanted.

She knew all his secrets in time, including that of his obsession  with miraculous, and magic, and what he and Emilie had done, and his search for more information; clues to more miraculous.

She did her best to support him in this strange notion, and even contemplated leaving, as working for a possibly mentally unstable boss, with delusions of magical abilites and jewellery were a little worrysome for her career, but something always stopped her from going through with it.

She admired his dedication to work, to his work. his brilliant mind in fashion and business, a dedication akin to her own; though she had forgone ideas of romance to study, to work, and rise quickly, she had found herself in a predicament that she would have scoffed at before; Her admiration had become romantic.

The first time it happened it was late at night, a long day trying to fix a problem the day before a deadline, the relief, the joy Gabrial had felt at finishing in time had melted away the stress the hours leading up had brought down on him.

But he was still stiff in body, the tension making him ache.

A small massage to relieve his shoulder muscles, seemed intimate, but still within the realms of professionalism to Nathalie, and Gabrial certainly didn’t complain as her hands dug in to his muscle and worked out the tension.

The kiss that followed was unexpected, but neither stopped, nor did it stop as they made love on his desk.

After, came the shame, but somehow, they kept things professional, ignoring what happened as if it never did.

But the affair continued at unexpected moments; they never planned; they resisted with cold abandon that never left clues to what they did in the silent moments completely alone when work was done.

But time always finds a way, and during a sick day for Emilie where she was lay in bed, a simple touch, a single glance from nathalie, and simple gesture from Gabrial told Emilie something had changed between the two.

How she found out for sure, Gabrial never knew, but the fury and heartbreak of his wife erupted in to a heated fight, at first with words, but pain, jealousy, hatred... betrayal are corrupting even to the kindest of hearts, and Miraculous have a way of becoming a tool of expression.

Hawkmoth and Mayuras fight was swift, Hawkmoth defending himself against a Sentimonster was a battle of control, Mayura’s over his Akuma; the mental strain raged harder than any physical one, when he lost he was hurt, when he won, his wife took a mental hit before she strained to push back.

When it was over, Emilie lay unconcious, and for the first itme in years, tears fell down Gabrials face, he had done this... he had pushed his beloved wife away, and he did love her, with everything he had, it was just... Nathalie... a comfort of a different sort.

As the weeks passed, the funeral held, his son mourning, and his heart closed off to stop the pain and guilt, he scoured books, records, history, anything to give him a clue on how to save his wife. Nathalie planned to leave, but with Gabrial so distracted, someone had to look over Adrien; her guilt kept her from expressing the concern she felt; replacing his mother even for a moment reminded her of her part in her coma.

Her feelings would never fade for Gabrial, and guilt rocked her heart each time she saw him; but that was also her punishment.

As time passed, the guilt would fade for her, but she saw it never left him, 

The wish wasn’t just to awaken his wife, but to undo the mistake they had made, one day, if Hawkmoth succeeded, then she maynever have met Gabrial Agreste, his marriage would be saved, his wife, would never have used the peacock again, and their family would be whole, as she would never have fallen in to the coma... or perhaps, she would be the one to inherit the comatose state. A condition she would willingly take if it meant Gabrials happiness.

until then, she would do anything for him...

[atamascolily]

lily liveblogs “terminator: dark fate”, part one

In which I write two thousand words about the first two minutes, which is why it takes me four hours to watch a two-hour film.

The DVD says R rated for "Violence throughout". God I hope so.

3 dvd trailers just to get to the menu. thank goodness for fast forward. You can't skip them entirely, but you can skip to two seconds before they're over.

Also I can't help but note that one of the trailers is for Gemini Man, a movie about old!Will Smith battling a digitally de-aged!Will Smih, and I cannot help but admire the irony given how de-aginging software will be used in the film I am trying to see. Another trailer is for the Top Gun sequel. More irony.

the dvd menu is just the first thirty seconds of the theme with random movie clips, which just cuts out as soon as it gets good. not a fan.

grainy video footage of Sarah Connor from T2 with her v/o recounting her vision of nuclear holocaust to Silbermann AS THE COMPANY LOGOS FLASH ON SCREEN, this is (probably) not meant to be symbolic of the destructive influence of capitalism BUT OH MY GOD THE IRONY

Ocean waves on a beach, exposing a human skull. Then slow zoom out to reveal more bones. Old!Sarah narrates the story for those of us just tuning in. Terminators rising from the ocean while HK planes hover above. They see a little girl hiding beside a downed helicopter and aim at her--

--cut to the same (?) beach in Guatemala, 1998. Old!Sarah says "That future never happened because I stopped it," and we see her sitting by the beach in a bar, watching teenage John chat up a girl.

The CGI looks good here. John's face is fuzzy and at a distance, but it works in context, and t2-era!Sarah looks great. I wouldn't guess it was CGI if I didn't know it was CGI here. And this, my friends, is the future of filmmaking right here, and I have a lot of thoughts and feels about it, but that's a rant for another time. Let's just say that it's HIGHLY IRONIC that the people who basically invented Photoshop so they could make T2 are using this face-altering business on real actors, making them effectively shapeshifters just like the Terminators in this franchise. (Iirc, in T2, the CGI was used mainly for the shifting BETWEEN the faces of real actors--not on the actors themselves.)

And then young(er)!Arnold strolls in as John turns, and you can SEE him freeze as he RECOGNIZES the T-800, but doesn't have time to react--and the T-800 fires.

Sarah pulls a gun out of her pants and fires straight into his back. If she'd been facing in the other direction, she would have seen the T-800 and started firing right away, but she didn't. And I bet the T-800 deliberately set it up that way because he knew--whether Skynet told him or not--that Sarah was a threat.

She tries to grab the gun away from the T800 and it doesn't work. He pulls her head back and tosses her away. He could have killed her, but he doesn't. I don't know why. (PLOT!) Maybe because it's not his mission. Anyway, Sarah is like three feet away from her son, down on the ground, as he's shot in front of her. It's her worst nightmare come true, just when she thought everything was okay.

The scan from the T-800's perspective as he registers TARGET TERMINATED is pretty cool. And then he drops the gun and walks away, and Sarah is left with the dead body of her son.

"I saved three billion lives," Old!Sarah says, "but I couldn't save my son. A machine took him from me, and I was terminated."

WHAM.

CUT TO OPENING TITLE AND THEME.

Okay, so this is a controversial opening, and a lot of people hated it, but I am personally okay with it. Partially, it's because I am not emotionally attached to John Connor the same way I am attached to Sarah, or even Kyle. John Connor may be the savior of humanity in the Terminator mythos up until now, but he's also a macguffin in T1 (and arguably in T2 as well). He's not an independent agent, and his actions/decisions don't drive the plot in the same way that Sarah's do. John's story after a certain point in any timeline is very difficult to write well. Case in point: movies that are ostensibly about John Connor--T3 and Terminator: Salvation--are also the ones that "everybody" thinks are terrible, and Sarah is not present. I don’t think this is a coincidence.

People SAY they want a John Connor-centered movie, and maybe it's possible to do a better job that T3/Salvation/etc, but I think it would be very challenging--and I don't think it would be a Terminator movie at all. It would be a sci-fi action/horror featuring humanity vs. intelligent killer robots, but that's a different beast from a Terminator film--which is very much a commentary on contemporary human/machine interactions and therefore NEEDS an oblivious society as backdrop for its metaphors to work. A war movie in which the Terminators are no longer secret is... not as effective.

But anyway, put yourself in the writers' shoes and imagine you want to make another Terminator movie after T2. You want Sarah Connor to be in it. What do you do to make it new and different, while still working within the established formula? More to the point--remembering the unofficial motto of this franchise, after all--what do you do to make Sarah Connor suffer?

And the answer is exactly what the filmmakers did: they took away her son. They took away the REASON she was originally targeted for termination, the REASON her life was turned upside down, the REASON everybody she ever loved was murdered by killer robots from the future. They took away everything she'd worked for, and turned it to dust in an instant. And, you know, they killed YET ANOTHER PERSON she loved. Her last connection to Kyle, even.

(ngl, if I'd been writing this movie, I would have done the exact same thing FOR EXACTLY THOSE REASONS)

Also, can I just take a moment to point out how RARE it is that a male character dies to further a female character's story arc? This happens ALL THE GODDAMN TIME with male heroes and their wives/girlfriends/family members no one bats an eye, but kill off John Connor and suddenly everybody is pissed. I can't help but notice the double standard here.

Look, I know what it's like when someone kills off your favorite character. Really, I do. It sucks. It sucks a lot. (See: Avengers: Endgame and the Star Wars sequel trilogy.) But at the same time, I can't help but notice that a great deal of the people upset about John Connor's death are cishet white males--in many cases, the same people who in other contexts are fine with somebody (usually a woman) dying to "raise the stakes" and make the story "personal" and "dramatic" or even "realistic".

There are a lot of people who gushed  about The Last Jedi, calling it "subversive" and "brilliant" specifically for upending everything we knew about Luke and "making our old heroes fallible" (and therefore human). In the case of The Last Jedi, I can't help but notice that Luke's character--and Han and Leia's and everybody else in the movie--is shafted in favor of Kylo Ren, who is depicted as an attractive cishet white dude. I suspect this is not a coincidence.

I'm curious how much overlap there is between those who HATED Terminator: Dark Fate for killing off John, and those who LOVED TLJ, which has a similarly bleak premise and “subversion” of previous story beats. I wonder if the difference between the two films is that it doesn't matter to a lot of  cishet white dudes how screwed up everything else gets as long as the character they personally identify with the most/view as "the hero"--Kylo Ren--triumphs.

As far as I can tell, the attitude for some fans is that it’s fine if Sarah Connor suffers, but John is sacred and inviolate. He cannot be touched. He is essential, the lynchpin of the franchise, the one character who makes a Terminator movie work, the one around whom everything revolves. Without him, everything is pointless.

And I wonder if this is the same group who personally identifies with John--one, because they grew up with him, but two, because they look like him. I suspect a lot of people latched on to the idea of John Connor as the savior, because it meant--on some level--that THEY could also be the savior. And they are mad at having that character--and that promise--snatched away from them, and re-invest that energy in anyone else, let alone someone who looks different from them.

(AKA "It's all 'subverting expectations' and 'brilliance' until it's your self-insert/favorite character getting shafted," and then it gets ugly.)

Also, I note that John's death isn't heroic AT ALL. He dies in the exact same way the Terminator in T1 kills the other Sarah Connors. It's quick, efficient, and over in seconds. I suspect this hurts people more than if he'd died some other way. In a way, this scene is probably one of the most "realistic" in the entire movie. But I'm not sure people want "realism" in their movies, no matter how much they say they do.

(and does it say something about audience priorities that this kid getting shot at point-blank range is more upsetting and controversial than ALL OF THE OTHER DEATHS in this movie combined? Like, yes, I know  context matters, everybody else who dies in this movie is an adult (I think?), and we have a lot emotionally invested in John from previous movies, but... I mean, yes, I know, the background characters weren't framed as the saviors of humanity, but does that mean they don't also deserve empathy and respect and grief from us? And I can’t help but note that real-life children getting shot in a similar fashion doesn’t seem to engender the same amount of strong feelings on a massive scale, at least in the US.)  

Anyway, Sarah fails. Terribly. Irrevocably. In the only way that matters. She fails, and her son dies, and she falls right back down in the abyss she thought she'd managed to crawl out of. And I think that is also hard for a lot of people to watch, because we're so used to seeing her WIN through sheer grit, determination, and stubborness. We assumed she always would. But she can’t, not if there’s going to be another movie... 

(another other implication of Sarah's short-lived combat with the T-800 is that it doesn't matter how much of a badass she is, NO 100% HUMAN BEING can go head-to-head with a Terminator directly and WIN. If Sarah Connor can't do it, NOBODY ELSE COULD HAVE DONE IT BETTER THAN SHE DID.)

(and also there's the realization that if Sarah hadn't destroyed the reprogrammed Terminator at the end of T2--the only being who COULD have saved John in that moment--her son might still be alive. That's gotta hurt.)

Anyway, we're two minutes in and I find this plot twist more compelling than 90% of the entire Star Wars sequel trilogy, and 100% more consistent in terms of previously established character arcs. Obvs. ymmv, but I think it goes back to the franchise's horror roots, where everybody except Sarah dies, and it also shows very clearly that we are entering a Very Dark Timeline as we shift to the title card.

I'm honestly impressed the writers had the chutzpah to go through with this and REALLY kill John for good. Though I also see why they didn't advertise it in the trailers....

Before I move on, I want to repeat what Sarah said at the end of this scene, because it’s so gut-wrenching for me: “A machine took him from me, and I was terminated."

I emphasize that last clause because this is how Sarah sees it. It’s not just John who died that day--she believes that SHE did, too. Ever since she was 19 years old, Sarah Connor’s life has been defined as “John Connor’s mother” and she’s built up her whole identity around keeping him alive no matter what. Now John is dead, and she... cannot be that person any more. So who, then, is she?

For better or worse, Sarah Connor is now a free agent. She is liberated both from her role in the future as the mythic mother figure, and any lingering obligations she has to patriarchy. From now on, there is no fate (for her, if not humanity) but what she makes for herself. It’s an awful, ironic twist, and I think it was a valid choice for the franchise to make. As long as John Connor is alive, everybody else will always be in his shadow--up to, and including, Sarah. 

Without him, we’re in new territory. Which will look a lot like the old territory because humans are sadly predictable, but different all the same.

[fairyling]

mismatched // part 5

summary: everyone has marks on their body that match their soulmate. stan doesn’t belive that there’s someone out there to complete him while richie dates people left and right in hopes of finding the person to finish his life. 

a/n: this chapter is going to be a bit angsty so beware !! please tell me what you think and send me messages to let me know where you want this to go!!

word count: 1866

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7 // part 8

“Why don’t you ever let me talk?”

“All you ever do is talk!”

“That isn’t fucking true, Stanley.”

“Yeah? When was the last time you shut up for more than five minutes?”

“I don’t-- The doesn’t fucking matter.”

“You’re the one saying that it isn’t true.”

“Because it isn’t! All you fucking do is lie!”

The fake soulmark had worked for about a week. Richie realized it was fake when he was leaving a hickey on Stan’s neck and he got careless. So caught up in the moment, Stan had forgotten about it and Richie had smeared it away. The boy quickly pulled away and shoved Stan, unable to believe that he was lied to like this. Currently Stan was seated on the bed with messy hair and an unbuttoned shirt while Richie stood by the door with a defeated look on his face.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because you believe this shit!”

“That’s all it is to you? Shit?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yes! You know how much I care about this.”

“You don’t need someone to complete you. It’s bullshit.”

“You’re bullshit.”

“Do you really need a mark to tell you if you should be with someone?”

“I don’t want to be here right now.”

“So what? Is that it? A mark is the end of all of this? You don’t love--”

“I don’t love you.”

With that Richie left Stan’s room. It wasn’t that Stan loved Richie. He wasn’t sure what he felt for the other boy, but watching him leave crushed Stan. The boy groaned and got up to fix himself in the bathroom. Quickly, he scrubbed the fake soulmark off his skin so much that he started to bleed. Once it was gone, he fixed his hair and his shirt. It wasn’t until everything was back in order that Stan broke down. He muffled his cries by turning on the shower, hoping that maybe if he washed Richie from his skin he’d feel better. The last thing Stan needed was his mother coming to try and find out why he was crying. After Stan showered, he changed the sheets on his bed in an attempt to rid his room of anything Richie related.

Mike wasn’t expecting any visitors, but here Richie was on his doorstep. He looked the other up and down with a bit of confusion, but let Richie into his house anyway. His mother saw the guest and asked Richie if he was hungry to which the boy shook his head. Not only was it weird that Richie wasn’t talking, but it also struck Mike as weird that the boy hadn’t jumped on the offer of food. It seemed like nothing could ever fill him. On top of all of that, Mike thought it was bizarre that Richie looked messier than usual. If he looked closely enough he could see tearstains on the other’s face and he wondered if he should ask.

“Did you finish your chores today?”

“I still have to cut wood for the woodstove.”

“Do you need help?”

“I never turn down help, Rich.”

With that Mike led the way out of his house and to the yard. There were logs stacked beside the shed and together the boys carried all that they could to the cutting block. While one cut wood, the other would carry more over. They would switch when they got tired of the job they were on. A comfortable silence fell over the pair as they worked and Mike wondered if this is how the night would go. Just as he was starting to accept that perhaps Richie didn’t want to talk about the events the lead him here, the silence was broken between the two.

“Do you have a soulmark?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“What would you do if the person you thought you loved didn’t have the same soulmark as you? What would you do if you didn’t love the person who had your soulmark?”

“I never thought about it.”

“Well, think about it.”

A new silence fell over the two and now Mike began to wonder what exactly happened. He didn’t ask, though. Instead Mike thought about the question at hand. He didn’t know who had a soulmark that matched his. It was often hidden because of it’s placement on his hip, but Mike wasn’t really searching for his soulmate yet either. He figured that they would reveal themselves when the time was right. Who was he to rush fate?

“I think I would first try to figure out what I consider love and really think about how I felt about each person.”

“I don’t know how I feel anymore. Stan lied to me. I don’t want to be with a liar, but everything feels so right when I’m with him.”

“Have you ever been with the person with your soulmark?”

“Not in that way.”

“If you and Stan are no longer together, why don’t you see how you feel with them?”

“I don’t-- I guess it’s worth a try.”

“Tell me how it goes, yeah?”

“Trust me, you’ll find out.”

Although Richie’s response was cryptic, Mike decided to let it be. As ridiculous as Richie could be, he knew that he was thinking a lot about this. Mike was confident that it would all end up okay. The losers had all been through enough as is. If they could handle a child-eating clown then they could handle all of this soulmate stuff. It would all work itself out.

Two days after Stan and Richie broke up, Bill had another movie night. He hadn’t expected either of the boys to show, but they both seemed determined to make sure that things weren’t awkward. While Bill admired their stubborness, it was growing tiring for the rest of the losers. Eddie even begged Bill to only invite Richie because he couldn’t handle Stan’s staring or Richie’s snide comments. Bill simply responded by telling him that everyone was always invited. He was growing tired of it all, though, as well. Hopefully they’d be over it soon.

Beverly had picked the movie tonight and Bill was in the kitchen making popcorn while she queued up Bourne Legacy. Eddie was sitting in the recliner in Bill’s living room, asking Beverly why they couldn’t watch Spirited Away. She only laughed and told Eddie that he didn’t have to watch it. Eddie rolled his eyes, but Beverly promised that next time it was her turn she’d bring it. A silence fell over the two until Richie burst through the door. Eddie looked up to see him walk in, a fond smile falling onto his lips until his eyes fell on the mark on Richie’s collarbone.

He knew that Richie’s soulmark hadn’t come in, yet and deep down he knew that his own had yet to show as well. Part of him always hoped that Richie would develop a soulmark to match whatever he developed for himself. It was a hard thing for Eddie to admit to himself and it was even harder for him to admit that his stomach filled with jealousy when Richie and Stan got together. It was no easier for him to see a soulmark glaring out at him that already belonged to something else. Eddie wanted to say something, but his words failed him. Luckily, Richie was speaking before anyone else had a chance.

“Molly Ringwald! What are you making us watch tonight?”

“Bourne Legacy.”

“Fucking stellar, dude.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, throwing the pillow that was in his lap on the ground as he went into the kitchen to steal some candy before Bill and Ben brought it out. He knew that whatever happened next he didn’t want to see. He also knew that the other boys wouldn’t want to see it either, so perhaps it was best to warn them.

“How the fuck did you burn popcorn?”

“I hit the popcorn button on the microwave.”

“Don’t you know that that feature only burns it?”

“Typically I don’t make the popcorn.”

“I see why.”

Bill sat near the skittles while Eddie and Ben argued over the popcorn. Only one package got burnt, but there was clearly something else frustrating the smaller boy. Bill thought about asking Eddie what was wrong, but he was too tired from dealing with the bickering from Stan and Richie. Maybe they all needed a break from each other.

“I’ll m-make more.”

“No, let me make it.”

With Richie seated beside Beverly, he waited for her to look at him. He was cracking jokes left and right and utilizing all of his voices in an attempt to get her to so much as glance at him. Eventually, he grew tired of trying to get her attention. Richie put his hands behind him on the floor and moved so he was leaning back on them. Just as he was about to give up, Beverly turned to face him and her eyes fell on his soulmark.

At first, Stan said he wasn’t going to come to the movie night. Being around Richie was exhausting. He had gotten so handsy with Eddie when they watched movies together and as much as Stan complained about Richie’s constant blabbering, he missed the trashmouth. He would never admit it, but he missed Richie. Still, Stan had no idea how he could fix this.

Mike had convinced him to come to the movie, though. It was while they were watching birds in Mike’s backyard. The pair was eating apples while Stan identified different birds by their songs when Mike told him that movie nights weren’t the same if all the losers weren’t there. He offered to let Stan sit with him again like they sat together last time and he agreed.

The continued watching birds until the sun started to set and Mike said they’d be late to the movie if they didn’t leave soon. Reluctantly, Stan agreed and he got up from the log. Mike had his hand out to help the other boy and when Stan grabbed his hand he could have sworn that he felt electricity. For a moment, he wondered what Stan’s soulmark was.

“O-okay. Does anyone k-know where Stan and M-mike are?”

“Let’s wait for them. Let’s wait in here.”

“Why do you want to wait in here, Eddie?”

“Because.”

Ben and Bill both shot Eddie a weird look before exchanging their own glances. Something was clearly going on and now Bill was certain he had to get to the bottom of it. Bill grabbed some of the bowls from the counter and Ben followed suit, ignoring Eddie’s attempts to get them to stay in the kitchen. Eddie stayed in the kitchen and he heard a bowl hit the ground, candy spilling everywhere, at the same time that he heard the front door opening.

“What are we-- What the fuck?” Stan’s voice rang through the house. Eddie ran a hand through his hair and walked out into the living room only to see what he knew was waiting for him. Richie had his hands in Beverly’s hair while she sat on his lap. Both of them had a cigarette etched into their collarbone that seemed to taunt Eddie.

[quetzalpapalotl]

Oh yeah! I asked if you wanted to hear about it and then never elaborated safdghask sorry. And now that I think about it the question was probably more about why I like Arcee/Optimus more than why I supposedly only like them, so let me tackle that as well.

So for opcee is weird, I think that, if you were so inclided

At the end of things, Arcee seems to be the closest person that remains at Optimus side. Optimus' last monologue is actually delivered by Arcee herself, meaning that Arcee truly understood him. Arcee sees both the good and the bad in Optimus with more clarity than most. And that's something that Optimus truly needs at that point. She followed him with wariness because, having been there at the beginning of it all, she feels responsible to keep the Primes in check and she would not do a repeat of Prowl, Arcee would have taken care of Optimus if she thought she must. But she's also aware that Optimus' motivations really are those of peace and harmony, things she admires and wants to come through, even of she can't understand them. In that sense they are similar in striving for peace despite not knowing how to live in it.

Thing is I'm not so sure Optimus is what Arcee herself needs. He could be, he has some characteristics that help, he would not judge her and they could come to understand each other, but it would take them a while (if they don't enter into some toxic validation kind of deal). Whereas Aileron is that and more, where Optimus is standoffish and his ideals are a case of fake it till you make it, Aileron is open and honest. She says what she means, she offers Arcee friendship. Things with her are direct, uncomplicated and Arcee for once can truly think someone has her back, through Aileron's eyes she can see herself as something more. That's not so much the case with Optimus whom, again, Arcee is ready to take out if needed be.

As for Arcee/Impactor, well, to be honest this came up in a conversation with @honestlyvan where they said some things that felt... familiar

Both Impactor and Arcee are people who only understand violence and think that's all they're good for and resent themselves for it, they think they have no place outside of battle, and have a very pessimictic view of the world. They even share the experience of doing Prowl's dirty work. The caveat here is that Arcee does have hope for things to be better, even if she doesn't know what better is, she doesn't think relationships are a scam, she just thinks they are not for her and doesn't realize how much she wants them. When given a proper space, she completely changes her tune. Whereas Impactor enjoys camaraderie but doesn't trust love or friendship.

So I think at first they would click due to her similarities, but if Impactor talks about their connection as being pure camaraderie born from battle, Arcee would take that as a given and it would make sense to her as it fits her worldview. She would still appreciate the connection deeply because she does not realize how desperate she's for scraps. It's deeper than they both admit.

But I think Impactor would be the first to notice what's really going on and he would then try to distance himself from Arcee because he sees himself as fundamentally terrible and cannot be better, but Arcee can, but for that she needs Impactor to not make her more like him. He's doing her a kindness, really. But Arcee just... wouldn't take that, I mean she would still try to look out for Impactor, very clumsily trying to make sense of what's going on or how to act depending on where she is on her journey. It's hard to give Impactor a happy ending but who knows, maybe Arcee's stubborness can win.

As a bonus there's this silly idea where Arcee introduces Aileron to Impactor who sucks at accomodating people, but really doesn't want to offend Arcee's girlfriend, so he's very.... quiet. Completely unlike him. The girls think he has a crush on Aileron and Arcee goes "that would be hot"

Another TF ask: you said once (I think) the only IDW Arcee ship you have besides aircee is opcee, what's your reasoning on that?

Are you sure that's how I worded it? Because that sure doesn't sound like me, I've been shipping Whirl/Arcee since forever, certainly before I gave opcee any serious consideration. Prowl/Arcee is certainly interesting and I keep saying people should consider her one of Prowl's exes and recently I've decided Impactor/Arcee would be great. And there's that really good Chromia/Arcee fic. Aircee is still queen no matter what, but I do have many IDW Arcee ships.

[lubdubsworld]

Make it hurt ( Then Kiss it better)

Chapter 7  

Author’s note : i wrote 4K words of porn. i regret everything.

“So, you and Yoongi. Is this like a serious thing or-?”

I ignored him and held my hand out. 

“Pass me the butter Jimin..” 

“it’s Jimin oppa , you disrespectful brat!” Jimin muttered, grabbing the butter and passing it on nonetheless. I had stopped by at Jin’s place to tell him that he no longer had to hate me. My stepbrother had grinned and hugged me, and then told me he wouldn’t have minded either way . 

I scoffed. 

Right. 

The relief in Seokjin’s face was palpable and i realized all f a sudden that Seokjin’s insistence on me being with Yoongi had stemmed laregely from worry for me and I could appreciate that. A little. 

Now, Park Jimin on the other hand- 

“You all but called me a leech the other day! I’m still pissed. You have to earn my respect back and this time I won’t be swayed by  kalbi.” i stuck my tongue out at him. 

Jimin rolled his eyes. 

“Fine. You can rdisrespect me. I’m just happy that you’re happy. Yoongi should keep you a bit grounded.” He smiled softly and I flushed a little. 

“Well, I’m not going to change if that’s what you’re hoping,.. “ I said embarassed. 

Seokjin laughed and slung an arm over my shoulder. 

“Well, that’s not up to you is it...” He grinned. 

“what does that mean...”

“Love changes you , Min jung. Whether you want it to or not. Trust me. I know..”

He smiled fondly at Jimin. “ Before i met this kid , I wouldn’t even consider apologizing when i did something wrong, wouldn’t even consider being the first one to talk in a conversation. Jimin’s changed me in so many ways and I like the person i am now. “ He shrugged. 

“Are you telling me Yoongi will try to change me?” i said staring at him in surprise. 

“i’m telling you that you will change for Yoongi, because all your little stubborness and tantrum throwing tendencies won’t matter as much as Yoongi does. And I’m looking forward to that.” Jin laughed. 

Jimin joined him and I glared at both of them before standing up and grabbing my bag . 

“You’re both idiots!” I threw at them before slamming the door on my way out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, babe.”

 I squeaked when arms came around me , lips pressing against my ear . i elbowed him sharply in the ribs and Yoongi fell back. 

“Hands off.” I glared. He looked stunned.

“Are you serious...Last night you were-” 

i yelped pressing my palm into his mouth in panic. i looked around frantically but the corridors were deserted , because classes were in full swing. i had a free period and Yoongi must have too. The clock in the end of the hallway read 3.00 PM.  

“Have you no shame? What if someone hears you?!” I hissed . 

He gave me a look of fake hurt. 

“Are you ashamed of me , now?” 

i rolled my eyes. 

“No. But everytime any of these jerks see you with me they decide to assault me. Apparently if i can sleep with you, i should sleep with all of them. “ I rolled my eyes, fitting my books back in my locker. Yoongi went scarily still next to me and i blinked, turning around to see his eyes flaring red. 

oh, Christ.

“Yoongi... i didn’t...”

“Who? Who the fuck was it?! Tell me right now and i’ll..”

I wrapped both arms around him, nuzzling his neck. 

“No one. I was just making an observation. After you cracked Kris’ skull, every guy is giving me a wide berth.”

“Good. Because I will kill the next guy who touches you. “ 

I pulled back and pressed my palms to his face. 

“I hope you don’t mean yourself ...“ I whispered, reaching out and threading my fingers through his hair. He leaned into the touch and turned his head, pressing his lips to my wrist.

“ I wanted to take you out to dinner today. But i have a party thing to attend with my parents. Can we meet up tomorrow, instead?”

“Am i not invited to this party?” i teased him and he shrugged.

“you can come if you want... It’s mostly all of Dad’s associates and it’s a red carpet event so you’ll have to wear a really long, fitting evening gown, get your hair and make-up done, slip on twelve inch heels and-”

“Stop right there , you’re making me nauseous.” i said honestly, grimacing. He laughed. 

“i know. That’s why i didn’t even suggest it. I know it’s not your scene and since it’s important to me, i’ll just have to go by myself.” He shrugged and I didn’t think much of it afterwards.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that evening, as Jieun and I walked back to the dorms, talking about some senior who had asked her out, my best friend went suddenly insane, grabbed my arm and yanked me to the side.

“What the fuck are you-?”

“Shush!!” Jieun hissed, yanking me forward and forcing me to kneel into the bushes. 

“- so you’re just going to let it go?” i could recognize Hwasa’a voice. 

“ As if! That bitch is going to regret messing with me.” 

Yuju.

I frowned. Oh, God. What fresh hell was this? 

“But Yoongi likes her.....”

“He likes her fucking scent!! That disgusting slick she drips from between her thighs.. Ew... That gross disgusting bitch, i swear to God, I can’t even fathom some  thing  like her coming anywhere near my prince! Her and her ugly face should just go to hell before she embarasses him in front of everyone!” 

I clenched my fists. 

“Wait..” jieun whispered , gripping my elbow. 

“Tonight, she’s not going to be there. “ Yuju laughed softly. “ I’m going to go remind Min Yoongi exactly why scum like that little slut don’t belong with people like us.” 

“How do you know she’s not going to be there...”

“I know Min Yoongi... “ She smiled and my blood turned to ice in my veins. “ He’s not going to bring her to a red carpet event. He knows she doesn’t fit that scene“ 

I felt my fingers begin to tremble. 

 i know it’s not your scene.....

Was that what he meant? That a girl like me didn’t belong with people like him?

“I’m going to wear my Ralph Lauren, get my hair done and just wait how he falls to the ground panting...”

And somehow that was what made me honestly furious. Her assumption that  my  Yoongi was shallow enough to go after her over a gown. 

After a second she and Hwasa began to move away and i yanked my hand out of Jieun’s hand. 

i then grudgingly told her about what Yoongi had said about not wanting me there. 

“But I know he meant it in a good way..” I said firmly, tamping down the insecurity that came with it.

“Are you stupid?” she said suddenly.

I blinked.

“Stupid...?” I glared. 

“What? You want to let your man go to a red carpet party with super models and beautiful young women ? Alone? Are you that clueless?” 

I rolled my eyes. 

Seemed i was doing that a lot these days. 

“i trust Yoongi.” i said firmly.

She scoffed.

“Yes, because just because Yoongi says so, all these pretty girls are going to leave him alone. Have you looked at the guy? He’s literally every female’s wet dream.” 

i hesitated. Jealousy wasn’t my thing but I did feel oddly angry at the thought of other women salivating over Yoongi. Maybe they would back off if they knew Yoongi was taken. Maybe they wouldn’t. 

“What do i do, then?” i said nervously, baguely hating jieun for making me feel so nervous. 

“Min Jung i’m going to be honest with you. There’s a reason Yoongi was engaged to Yuju. Her father is one the top investors in Yoongi’s Dad’s company and as his fiancee she almost always attended these parties with him. I’ll bet my bottom Won sh’es going to be there tonight. And she’s probabaly going to try and convince him that  this  is why she’s a better choice. 

“Think about it. Yoongi is going to be his father’s successor . He needs a wife he can take to parties and dinners. You can’t be selfish, especially when Yoongi is kind enough not to pressure you into it anyway.” 

I bit my lips. It was all so confusing and scary, I thought miserably. I felt like i’d have been infinitely happier if Yoongi was just a normal guy and not a  chaebol.

“You think i’m being selfish..”

“Not intentionally, no. But see... relationships.... they need work. You need to put in an equal effort. You do want to be with Yoongi right?”

I nodded. it was literally the only thing that i was sure about at this point. 

“Then you have to make an effort baby, come on. Let’s go show Yuju that maybe you don’t belong with those stuck up rich prats... but she doesn’t belong with  min yoongi...!” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“ What the fuck are you doing here?” 

Of all the ways I’d expected Yoongi to react, this wasn’t it. 

I’d spent two hours getting ready , determined to look my best and i knew that i did. I knew that in all my eighteen years, i’d never looked this beautiful. Even jimin had been stuck dumb and the driver of the cab hadn’t been able to keep his eyes of the rear view mirror and somehow i’d been looking forward to seeing Yoongi’s reaction. 

Because it was for him.

I hadn’t earned my beauty. 

it was a gift that i’d been born with and i loved the thought of letting yoongi enjoy it but the look on his face was far from admiring.

He looked breathtaking in a black suit and a black silk shirt unbuttoned to show off his leanly muscled chest. He wore silver accesories, his hair done in a way that made him look suave and classy. 

“Yoongi...”

“I told you i’ll meet you tomorrow... Why are you here?” He hissed, hand reaching out to grip my arm, hard just above my elbow and i flinched at the pain that shot up my arm. 

Gritting my teeth, i tried tugging my hand away.

“Yoongi, i just wanted to-”

“Yoongi... Who is this?” 

He let go of me at once and i stared as a tall, beautiful woman in her early forties came into view. She did a double take.

“Wait, is this Min Jung...?” She said eagerly. I stared at her, still reeling from how irrationally angry yoongi still looked.

Yuju’s words rang in my ear. Was she right? Was he embarassed of me?

“She prettier than I imagined.. Yoongi where did you find her?!” 

the words went over my head and Yoongi was laughing, his voice vaguely upset and i could sense the anger and frustration emanating from him in waves, the omega in me feeling  distressed at the way he positively thrummed with annoyance. 

“ Let’s go in... Let’s go in....” 

Yoongi grabbed my hand and drew me close.

“Stay close to me. Don’t fucking move from my side.” 

And it was that voice. That fucking Alpha voice. My entire spine went rigid in obedience and my heart shattered in the same breath. 

 He promised... he promised that he would never use that voice on me..

As we moved to sit in the chair, i settled next to him automatically. i stared straight ahead , fighting the urge to just burst into tears. 

As the evening started, i realized that this was just the beginning. 

The first man to take the podium in the corner of the huge banquet hall was Yuju’s father.

“Ladies and gentleen it’s an honor to be here. After years of reasearch, my scientists have finally come one step closer to solving the omega problem.” 

I stiffened. 

And then the man went on to talk about all the reasons why omegas did not deserve to live. It was systematic de-humanization of omegas, his entire presentation. I stayed perfectly still, sweat breaking out all over my skin as he listed out a huge list of supposed omega characters ‘ immoral, driven only by lust, incapable of rational thought’.

“We can all agree that imprinting is nothing sort of non-consensual binding of an unwilling alpha. My own son in law, Min Yoongi got tied with some omega creature and had to break off his engagement with my daughter over it.” 

Next to me Yoongi stayed perfectly still and i clenched my fists, humiliation burning through my body like fire. 

And then he was grabbing my wrists and yanking me out of the seat. i followed him quietly, aware of the dozens of eyes on us as he dragged me out of the hall and into a corridor, past a few rooms and then into the men’s room at the end of the hallway.

He slammed the door shut behind us and turned on me. 

“This is why i told you not to come...” yoongi snarled and there was a world of anguish in his voice. 

“Do you want me to thank you, Yoongi?” i said softly, turning to him. 

He looked like he was in physical pain. 

““i’m not like them. “ He whispered, voice cracking. “ i’m still a high schooler. it’s not like i can stand up and fight him now-”

“Did i ask you too? “ I said casually. 

He blinked. 

“You’re upset. i can tell.”

“Damn right I am..!! You acted like you didn’t want an omega for a fiancee...” 

“Look at you! Jumping to conclusions as always... Let me guess ... You just realized that because I’m a fucking alpha, i’ll never change and you hate alphas , so you’re going to dump me.... right?!” He shouted. 

I swallowed.

“Is that what you think of me? That I care about what those bozos think, wnough to hate you just because you’re biologically one of them?!!” 

“then why do you look so upset....”

“Because you think i should be hidden away like a dirty secret! Yoongi you keep telling me that me being an omega has nothing to dow ith why you want to be with me and I believe you! But guess what... you being an alpha doesn’t have anything to do with why i’m here..... “

“I’m here because i want to be..better because of you. You make me want to be a better person. You make me want to curb my temper. To dress well, to look dignified. To stop swearing so much... you make me want to be a better person and that’;s why i’m here , with you. And i want to be that person for you...” 

“Min jung, I was only trying to protect you from-” 

“i don’t want you to fucking protect me from this. I want you to be proud of me. I don’t want you to fight him. i want you to go introduce me to him as your fiancee. Tell him that this is the girl you’re going to marry, that yes she’s an omega but she’s so much more than that. I want you to say that this is my girl and contrary to what you think, she’s not my weakness, she’s my strength. She isn’t going to bring me down but she’s going to help me rise.” My voice stuttered. 

“Min jung... “

“i want you tell them that I make you happy . Because that’s what you do for me. “ i choked on the words.” Before I met you, i didn’t know what it meant to be happy. To... want something just because it made you feel good. i want to do that for you....”

He stared at me and then swallowed .

“Do you really doubt that? Do you really doubt how fucking happy you make me baby? “ He whispered, stepping close and pressing his palms against my cheeks. 

I looked away, heart pounding. 

His next words hit me like bullets. 

“Will you come home with me tonight?” He said softly.

I jerked , surprised.

“What?”

“i just...I want to show you.... just how happy you wake me. I want to ... make love to you.. Will you let me?” 

I smiled vaguely.

“I don’t think i have a choice... you did tell me to stick to your side for the rest of the night , “ I leaned closer till my lips were right against his ears. “  Alpha” I breathed out the last word and he jerked a little in shock.

“Holy shit...” He whispered. “ Let’s leave right now.” 

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“Stay here.” He whispered casually , moving out of the room and leaving me in the same room i’d slept in last night. I fumbled with my fingers , fighting the urge to just drop it all and bolt. 

It was nerve wrecking, standing here in my 2000$ gown , well aware that Yoongi expected me to let him touch me any way he wanted on that bed. 

Virginity wasn’t really a concept with omegas because we weren’t really born with hymens. I didn’t feel particularly scared about it hurting but i was scared of a million other things.

Would something happen afterwards? Would i be suddenly, strangely changed? 

I clenched my fists as I slowly lowered myself to the bed. Yoongi had the potential to hurt me in every way a woman could be hurt and once i did this , i would be so much more vulnerable. So much more in danger .

I swallowed the dryness in my throat. 

And then nearly jumped out of my skin .

Because a thin blindfold came over my eyes just as I tried to move away. I screamed but he pressed himself against my back. The familiar warmth and scent of him immediately calmed me down and I tried to breath again.

"Shh..Shh...It's me..." He whispered. His voice sounded a million times deeper because my vision wa cut -off. I flailed for a second but he wrapped an arm around my waist , drawing my close and burying his face in the curve of my neck, before tying the blind fold off, tightly. 

I tried not to panic.

"What are you doing, Yoongi?" I asked nervously.

"I'm helping you.... I'm going to show you that good things happen in the dark too. "

I shivered a bit as he lifted my hair up and pinned it away with something before kissing the back of my neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh there before lightly licking and soothing the sting. Suddenly he was in front of me pulling me flush against his chest and the first touch of his lips to mine is so...different and unexpected, I died a little from the pleasure of it. I couldn't see him and that made my sense of touch heightened. In fact every sense was heightened, from the deep raspy sound of his breathing to the way the warmth seeped from his chest to my breasts.

 He took his time, kissing me lightly, rapidly and then slowly, alternating between bites and nips and kissed and licked till my legs gave out and I was a moaning mess in his arms. And then he was guiding me to the bed, making me sit and I stumbled a bit, unsteady on my limbs.

Any fear I may have felt was gone, replaced by an odd fatal kind of curiosity. I wanted to know everything about the dark. The good , the bad, the evil.

The right . the wrong and  the sinful. I wanted to study the dark and explore it. 

And Min Yoongi with his breathtaking beauty and limitless creativity was the perfect tour guide. 

He tilted my face up with a light finger to my chin and then lightly bit my lower lip, tugging on it just a bit till my thighs began to tremble, the muscles in my lower belly contracting and heat pooling at my center, hot wet and unbearable as he lightly unzipped my dress. I couldn't see or feel anything except the gentle tug on the fabric of my dress as he slid it off me.

He slid the fabric off my shoulders careful not to touch me at all and then lightly puIled at my shoulders, telling me to lie down. I reached for him, desperate to touch him but he grabbed both my wrists together, his grip surprisingly strong. i swallowed the whimper that bubbled up.

"I want to touch you. My treat. Can you keep your hands to yourself?" He says and his voice was deep and rough around the edges. I nodded and pulled my hand back letting them lay at my side. The sensation of lying on his bed is a familiar one but this time I can't stop trembling, legs crossing and uncrossing. His fingers fluttered across my knee, just below my thighs and he lightly ran his fingers down to my ankles, massaging my foot . 

I squealed when something very hot and wet closed over my toe .

Before I can protest, his lips moved to the insole, kissing his way up my leg, till he reached the sensitive skin on the back of my knee. He made me fold my knees and then he lifted my leg up kissing the underside of my knees . i was trembling in earnest now.

It was too much. 

Too much. 

"Yoongi..." I blurted out, voice shaking as I reached for him blindly. But he drew back and I was lost.

"If you don't keep your hands down, I'm tying you up." He drawled. 

Yes, please. 

"Okay.." I whispered, sinking back into the pillows and I had no idea what I was doing. 

And then suddenly he was straddling me, ripping the dress fully off my body and swiftly unbuckling my bra. He grabbed the waist band of my panties and yanks it down till all I'm covered in is the red silk of my stockings.

"Look at you...It should be criminal for you to wear clothes...So beautiful.... You could make me beg on my knees for you, sweetheart ." he hissed when I shifted awkwardly,  causing his arousal to grind into my hips and he canted his hips forward till we were lined against each other, breath coming out in pants, grinding down between each exhale..

" You are the most breathtaking woman on this planet , i'm sure of it." He whispered and I was pretty sure my entire body went red at the compliment. 

"Yoongi"

White noise filled my ears as he kissed me. Slow and deep, his fingers tangling into my messy long hair, massaging my scalp. One hand slipped up my torso to the edge of my ribs and traced the skin there, moving up to brush over my breast, fingers pebbling the nipple and eliciting a yelp of pleasure from my mouth.

"Please let me touch you... " I gasped, stunned and desperate. I wanted to touch him. To feel all that delicious expanse of skin against my fingers. 

"Luscious... Like peaches..."

I have no idea what he was talking about until the same wet heat closes over my nipples, making my arch off the bed in a bow.

"How do you feel?" he asked, eyes locked into mine as moved over me. I was cold and naked and he was fully clothed. The fabric of his shirt felt like heaven , the heat from his skin warming me so thoroughly. 

"I... I... " I just stuttered at him, having forgotten what he'd asked. He repeated it,  this time using his fingers to flick my nipple. Pain jolted through the sensitive nub and I felt tears sting at the corner of my eyes. 

"How do you feel?  Do you feel good? " He repeated.

What kind of a question was that, I thought crazily. My mind was sinking into a desire lazed stupor and all I could do was mumble incoherently. 

"Tell me. " he said harshly, making me blink. 

"I feel... Great. " I gasped as he bent low, closing his lips over my breasts. I almost shot out of the ceiling, my fingers curling on his silky soft hair as his dexterous tongue played havoc on my senses. 

His mouth closed over my nipples and he sucked and nipped at my skin till I felt myself dissolving on the inside. He lightly sucked  at the sensitive tip , and laved it with his tongue and I curled my finger on the mattress covers.  I gasps at the sensation, my body bending towards him in a silent plea of more, more, more. 

I can feel his hair brush against the the sensitive skin between my breast and I reached out to thread my fingers through his hair but stopped my self at the last moment. 

And then his lips were back, this time between my belly button and waist and he kissed his way down , down and down till he reached the edge of my stockings and then he was taking those off as well. 

Suddenly without warning the blindfold came off and he was right in front of my, so handsome , so fucking gorgeous that I couldn't even breathe.

He kissed me  savagely, pushing me into the bed, hands roaming all over me with a possessive streak that made me want to curl and sob. He shaped my figure in his palms marking every inch of me with his touch. 

"Champagne.... Roses... Next time... " he panted in between kitten licks to my skin. I shut my eyes, desire pooling at the core of me till I felt drenched. I gasped as his fingers closed over my inner thigh, so close to where I needed him.

"i'm going to fucking worship you baby. ." He panted, kissing his way down to my breasts, teeth closing over my nipple and tugging till I fairly mewled with pleasure.

I froze and then melted as his fingers,searched, found and then entered, so swiftly that I was choking on air, trying to get my bearings. 

"And this?" he whispered, curling his fingers and making my hips lift off the couch, " how does this feel? "

"Please... Oh God... " I gasped. He pushed in, deeper, moving in and out with a wet sound that mortified me, my face burning I grabbed his shoulders, burying my face there. 

"Oh God... What? " he was teasing me, amusement writ large on his perfect features. 

"Don't stop... " I cried,tears threatening. 

But he did, pulling out and swearing as I collapsed, trying to regain my senses. 

He pushed me up against the headboard of the bed .his breath coming out in pants, his fingers scratching the skin near his neck as he fumbled with his tie. I tried to help him but he swatted my hand away.

"wait !" He said hoarsely , and after a little bit of struggle he tugged it off. Only he didn't toss it away like I expected. 

Instead he got on his knees,  grabbing my wrists, holding them behind my back , quickly tying them together to the headboard. 

"One of my fantasies ." he muttered , and I let out a strangled sound, so turned on that I was sure I was going to pass out. 

I told him as such. 

Eyes twinkling in amusement, He laughed out loud.

"In that case I need to hurry up. " he smirked. 

 He kissed me rough and fierce and he wasn't laughing anymore . I wanted to touch so badly. It was hot and wet, tongues sliding slick against each other, teeth bumping a bit but I can feel pleasure bubbling up from the base of my stomach.

It takes some effort but soon he is on me , naked except for his jeans and he straddled me, knees on either side of my waist, the seam of his pants pressing into my center as the he leaned down into me , his lips nibbling and biting the sensitive skin below my ear.

I blacked out for a second, when Yoongi gave me  a sultry glance before bending down and using his tongue on me. 

I keened and shuddered wanting nothing more than to slips my fingers down and bury them in the soft messy black bangs near my waist.

i could hardly gather my scattered wits, before his mouth  closed over me effectively rendering me immune to everything but the delicious heat of his tongue and the myriad sensations rushing through my body. 

She bit down on my lower lips, scared of screaming out. 

He used one hand to steady me,  the other to part my slick folds, his tongue latching on the hard nub at the crest and pulling gently till my knees buckled. 

He hooked one arm underneath my leg and threw it over his shoulder using the other  hand to cage me to the bedl and I realized how sinful the pose was, almost exhibitionist. Like I was on display, the most intimate parts of me laid bare  for his hands and tongue and lips. 

And then suddenly without warning, he latched onto my clit, suckling hard while his fingers dipped into me , curling and beckoning me to the edge . The air conditioning isn't turned on and I'm overheated, feeling like my entire body had been tossed into a furnace but despite the heat, despite the sweat running down my face, I began seeking out the hot warmth of the mouth working on me , canting my hips and trying to get him to push his tongue in deeper. I almost wailed when his mouth left me,  as he straightened to crawl back up my body.

"Inside you. I want you to climax with me inside you ."

I nearly came hard at the words alone.

Before I could respond, he was slipping out of his clothes, his magnificent body turning my throat dry

"At first , I was surprised, when I heard that first times don't hurt for omegas..." He grinned " But now, I'm glad... I don't have to be gentle..." Yoongi rasped out, moving over, covering my body with his , hands sliding down to cup my bottom , furtther down to the back of my thigh as he kneeled in between my thighs, grabbed my waist and yanked me down, sliding into me in one swift sure stroke that instantly turned my brain to mush. 

The entire world stopped as he pushed into me, slow and smooth, his progress eased by how wet and ready I was, my body opening up underneath his weight with no resistance whatsoever. He was hot and hard and heavy inside me. Too big and too much and too tight and too hard. But I felt full when he settled inside me. 

Complete. 

"Relax....Relax and I can go in deeper.." He murmured against my ears and his voice...does things to me.

"You're too big..." I whimpered. I'm not sure I can take anymore of him. But clearly he has other ideas. He laughed at that.

"You do know how to stroke a man's ego..." He says." Spread your knees a bit wider and you can take more of me...all of me..." He said hotly and I tried to maneuver myself but it wasn't enough, nearly. Not even after he untied my wrists and pulled me lower. 

"i don't think..." I broke off when his thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple almost absently, drawing a whimper of pained pleasure from me. 

"You're so fucking tight, hot damn...just relax babe. Relax and i can slide in deeper..." He hummed and his voice...God damn his voice....

But when I relaxed, I realized he was right, he slid in deeper and kept going and good lord just how big was he??!!

He seemed to have read my mind because he chuckled. 

"I know I'm big but no one's ever complained..." He chuckled , pulling back out all the way and then pounding back in all the way. Yoongi started a steady rhythm that wasn't even close to what my body wanted. I wanted it harder, faster. Forever. He snapped his hips suddenly and hit that spot that made me buckle hard, nearly dislodging him. 

"I...You're too much..." I gasped and he kissed the corner of my mouth. 

" You need to get used to me then..." He drawled and I curled my fingers into his back as he nudged his hips, gently, his hardness hitting that magical spot inside me and i saw stars because ...wow.

Then he was pulling out, grabbing my knees and pulling them apart before grabbing a couple of pillows, lifting my hips and pushing the pillows underneath.

"What are you...."

Yoongi loomed over me , grabbed one knee and puIled it up to my chest and then slid into me quickly, without pause. The angle is enough to make mey lose control, little sobs escaping my because I can't fucking breathe anymore. it felt a bit like he was reaching right inside  me Obscenely deep.

Then he was slipping his hand between my legs, finding the little bundle of nerves at my entrance and pressing down on it, while he bent down and licked my nipples before slamming into me fast and hard. every slam of him inside made my body contract around him.

"Wait...like this..." 

He pressed down on my lower abdomen a bit and tilted my hips up and rammed his hips in one particular angle. It makes my eyes go wide in shocked delight.

"Looks like i found the sweet spot.." He winked. 

His hardness nudges the entrance of my womb and I'm pretty certain that this, whatever he's doing ,  breaks all the rules of normalcy. There's no way he should be able to reach that far deep inside me. My nerves feel like they've been rubbed raw.

But he managed it. Every inward stroke makes his cock hit my cervix and the minute contact feels like a electric shock through my body. It's incredible and i know i'm not going to stay conscious for long. 

my climax hit me without warning and I exploded all around him in a bright white light that swallowed my universe. Nothing existed but him and me and the overwhelming pleasure that made me blind to everything else. I tried to catch my breath and get my senses back,  but he isn't done with me. 

He pulled out and I'm completely wasted, drained and almost unconscious, but he as turning me over, taking the pillows away and I just lay there face down, trying to get my bearings. Before I could fully regain movement in my limbs he was slipping an arm around my waist, lifting me back up. I fell back against his chest and he made me kneel in the middle of the bed. 

"Are you tired...? So soon...?" Yoongi whispered, and then he was nudging my legs apart again. I barely registered what he was doing before he slid right back into me from the back, gripping my waist as I struggled to stay upright, his hips snapping forward at a brutal pace, pistoning in and out of ma at a rate that defies physics and a second later I almost fell forward , only saved by his arms coming around me , holding me upright as he fucked into me . And yet I bent at the waist and my head hit the mattress exhausting tugging at my insides. 

His hips were strong and powerful and his stamina was unbelievable. He actually held me up and pounded into me till I exploded again and this time I'm sure my soul left my body for a second and it's a rebirth that I'm experiencing, my mind blissfully blank and my entire body zinging with pleasure. I collapsed when he pulled out of me , sure that I'm going to be out like a light for the next twenty hours. But I heard something tearing and I realized that he was rolling on a condom. 

I whimpered in protest.

"I can't... no..just..." I beg but he's grinning and pushing sweaty bangs off my forehead , shaking his head.

"sure you can...come here... Get yourself together baby girl...I'm not done with you yet..." 

I moaned when he grabbed my waist and dragged my to the edge of the bed, till my legs were hanging off the edge.

I looked up at him with pleading eyes. He looked amazing, naked. Like some fallen angel , painted by a master. The magnum opus of some artistic genius. Everything about him screamed perfection and I didn't know what he saw in me.

He knelt between my legs, gripped my thigh and using both of his thumbs to spread me open before licking a stripe up my slit. The sensation is bordering on painful because of how sensitive  i am  after two orgasms that I start crying before I can stop myself.

He pulled back and gave me a wide mischievous smile before spreading my opening wider , licking deep inside me. I'was so wet and moist that he hads no trouble pushing his tongue in as deep as he wanted and I felt him curl the muscular organ inside me. He pulled out and then licked, again and again and again, tasting all the wet heat coming out of me in waves. 

"Please...Please..." I'm  begging him for mercy but his tongue is relentless, licking, probing and pushing into me with no restraint. He suckled my clit, tugged on it and licked it, and slipped three fingers inside me without any resistance.

I couldn't even moan anymore, my voice  completely done for. He massaged my insides and I let out a pitiful whimper when the pad of his thumb brushed against the little patch of skin in the front. He pushed his fingers in as deep as possible while simultaneously licking my clit in quick, rapid strokes . I felt my eyes widen in disbelief when he rubs against my G-spot persistently and I know I can't... I can't cum again because I would.... I really would...

"I can't Yoongi...Please don't make me...."

"Just once, baby...Come for me...just once..." Yoongi said softly.. 

And yet it happens . He sticks his tongue inside me and rubbed his thumb against my clit and I exploded again, for the third time.  

I was too far gone to experience it .

it feels like an out of body experience more than anything else.

And before I can fully come down from my high he was standing up  between my legs, grabbing my ankles and lifting them up and up till they rest on his shoulders. He rearranges me till my ankles are crossed behind his neck. I blinked because I wasnot sure my body is even meant to twist up that way. He grabbed my waist again and then he slid back into me.

This times theree's nothing holding him back and he pounded into me, so rapidly that I was seeing stars , galaxies the fucking milky way across the back of my eyes. His hips were merciless and I gave up trying to look or move or even breathe. 

He treated me like a ragdoll, pounding into me without pause and each push and pull is enough to set my nerves on fire. my senses are over stimulated and I'm almost catatonic.

"You're going to come again. I can feel it." He whispered. 

I choked out a protest.

"No..I..no...please..."

"I couldn't stop it even if I wanted, babe. Your body's just ready...it wants to come around my cock..." He hissed and the words are so, so dirty and wrong and so arousing that I came for the fourth time. I contracted around him in waves and he let out a guttural moan that went straight to my gut. . it was actually more pain than pleasure. He exploded inside me just a fraction of a second later and I ended up milking him through his orgasm, which was long and steady and strong. I could feel his cock inside me, taut and strong as he came, his seed spilling into the condom. He laid down on top of me fully and I buried my face in his shoulder , too stunned to contemplate what just happened.

When it was finally over and he pulled out of my, i whimpered  in disbelief.

"I'm suing you for attempted murder." I choked out. Yoongi actually laughs. Parts of me feel like they've taken a beating.

I knows I can't walk straight tomorrow. Or for a week. 

"You have lesser stamina than i thought. How're we going to spend whole weekends making love if you get tired in less than an hour...?" He demanded, pulling me close and spooning me from the back before draping a comforter over our bodies. 

I gaped at him in disbelief.

"Weekends are fine. But ...four times in one night...four times...You're insane...And insatiable and you have superhuman stamina. I'm going to kick your ass tomorrow when I can move again. " I shook my head tiredly. 

"The word you're looking for is Alpha. . " He grinned and cuddled closer. " This is the best part about being one." 

AUTHOR’S NOTE : THIS IS JUST NORMAL SEX. iI wanted to try writing heat sex and rut sex but then I chickened out because you guys might not like it .. sorry... 

[buildarocketboys]

For the character meme - any two characters from the Hour, and any two from Indian Summers.

ooh thank you! I’ve already done Bel, so I’ll do Hector and Freddie

Hector:

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life  (listen...I love my trash son Hector)hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (he’s a slytherin who could have been a gryffindor. Freddie is a gryffindor who could have been a slytherin. It makes for a very interesting dynamic)best quality: he tries, bless him. sometimes not very well, but like...he does try. Can be a pretty good friend if he’s not getting drunk or trying to get in your pants or having petty arguments with people.worst quality: his smarminess and just like. flirting with other women who aren’t his wife like a binch.ship them with: sort of marnie in the last two episodes of s2? They have kind of a reconciliation and it’s sort of adorable? But there definitely needs to be a lot more work on that for me to properly ship it.brotp them with: BEL IN S2 OH MY GOD (I’ve literally never brotp’d anything so hard tbh). Also Freddie. I love my news triumvirate fam.needs to stay away from: fucking Laurie Stern. He’s a straight up bastard and Hector does eventually realise that but it takes so long because he guilts him by saying that he saved Hector’s life.misc. thoughts: MY TRASH SON. He’s awful but he tries so hard and I love him. Also like...Straight Ally(tm). Not a good one but...he’s definitely pretty chill with people being gay he just...doesn’t really get what it’s like bc he is Straight White Privileged Man(tm)

Freddie Lyon

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (like I said, a gryffindor that could have been a slytherin. He can be manipulative as fuck, he’s suuuper ambitious (especially when he comes back from America, but he’s also hella brave in a way that’s just natural to him, and truth and justice matter more to him than any kind of personal gain)best quality: His tenacity/stubborness when it comes to important stuff, whether that’s The Hour, a news story, Bel, anything. He will. not. let. it. drop.worst quality: His callousness. He says things he knows will hurt people, unnecessarily - he doesn’t necessarily do it to be cruel - it’s part of the ‘truth, whole truth and nothing but the truth’, but there is that vindictive part there, which lashes out when he’s hurt (particularly at Bel). What’s that Taylor Swift lyric? ‘Casually cruel in the name of being honest’ - that’s Freddie to a T.ship them with: BEL ROWLEY THEY ARE SOULMATESbrotp them with: Hector, Lix, Kiki actually they were super cute awkward pals in like, the last episode.needs to stay away from: Cilenti and Norman and Trevor, *shudders*misc. thoughts: RIDICULOUS BOY, cares more about the truth than he does his own safety, the sweetest and also the meanest, most stubborn asshole you will ever meet, one of the best characters you’ll ever watch on television, this is me recommending the hour to you for Freddie Lyon if for nothing else, he is honestly an absolute TREASURE of a character.

Indian Summers

I’m gonna do my two baes (and get annoyed about how they got fucked up by the writers in s2)

Sooni Dalal (MY DAUGHTER. MY PRINCESS. SHE IS EVERYTHING. AHEM.)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more gryffindor character HONESTLY)best quality: her willingness to fight for what’s rightworst quality: how uncompromising she is in her ideals and how to achieve them. sometimes that’s admirable, but it’s not always possible, and it tends to lead to her butting heads with people she loves. Sometimes that’s necessary, but sometimes it’s not.ship them with: IAN AND IM STILL SO MAD ABOUT THAT WHOLE THINGbrotp them with: Aafrin (and Shamshad). This is honestly the most realistic sibling relationship I’ve seen on TV and I love them all.needs to stay away from: That terrorist guy who stabbed hermisc. thoughts: UNCOMPROMISING IDEALISTIC REVOLUTIONARY PRINCESS OF MY HEART. Also the most beautiful girl in the world. But mostly she just kicks ass and takes names and won’t back down and is smart as fuck and I just want the best for her. I hope she gets to be a lawyer and live her life (and I hope she and her muslim husband survive partition like...I get that that was an interesting direction to go in but it’s also scary as fuck)

Ian McLeod (MY SMALL SCOTTISH SON)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: he’ll do what’s right, no matter what the consequences/if it’s socially unacceptableworst quality: his hotheadedness (which is increased tenfold when he’s drunk) ship them with: Sooni! (I actually kind of saw them both as aroace, who would be bros for life and eventually marry for convenience, but I knew we probs wouldn’t get that from the show and like. They were so setting it up for us to ship them. What the fuck show.)brotp them with: Sooni again (as above), Alice (remember that time he runs away with what he thinks are Ramu Sood’s ashes and Alice comes across him and he’s like ‘idk where im going but join me if you wanna’ and she’s like ‘yeah sure why not’? that was cute as shit) and actually sort of Mr Khan, because I liked that he went to him after Sooni rejected his proposal to like. talk it out or whatever (until he found out she’d accepted his proposal, and then went total asshole on them both. ugh, ian, why)needs to stay away from: FUCKING STELLA OH MY GOD. I didn’t watch the last 2 or 3 episodes but apparently they get back together/have sex again and like. I can’t. Ian. Please. Love yourself.misc. thoughts: ACTUAL cinnamon roll (soaked in booze), honest and good to a fault, confused petulant rhino but not here for any of that British bullshit, tries so hard but doesn’t succeed, WHY WAS THE WHOLE PROPOSAL/GETTING REJECTED/GETTING MAD AT SOONI/GETTING DRUNK/SLEEPING WITH STELLA AGAIN PLOTLINE IMPOSED UPON US? IT MADE IT SO CRAP. WHY THE FUCK.