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tartarusknight · 2 years ago

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King of the Freaks | Part 6

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Eddie and the boys were in Steve Harrington’s house. He was in Steve’s house. Never in a million years did he think this would ever happen. But it is happening. Except, Steve wasn’t even there. He made them promise to head over after school and that he’d meet up with them after swimming. They hadn’t wanted to but Steve was convincing. So, here they were.

Steve had told them to make the basement into their little cave because no one went down there. It was well-cleaned but there wasn’t much down there. There were two rooms off to the side one was a bathroom and the other was a laundry room. The rest of the room was open with fancy couches and art around the room. It looked like those furniture stores that would set up fake living rooms that didn’t have any personality in them. The only proof that it was lived in was the way the couches were broken in and a couple of soft throw blankets on the backs.

They shifted the couches around the semi-tall coffee table and Eddie grabbed one of the single chairs off to the side. If they had a taller table, it would be perfect, but they could work with this. Eddie set up his shit around the chair while the rest of them talked amongst each other. Once everything was put together and they were ready to start, Eddie started to feel like it was wrong without Steve. Maybe it was stupid, the younger teen wasn’t even a member but as he looked around, he knew the others felt the same way.

Gareth sighed, “I say we roll Steve a character.” Eddie perked up and everyone nodded. They pulled out their books and a couple of character sheets to start. They all launched ideas back and forth, going off what they knew about the man and what they could make up. They got so wrapped up in the ideas they didn’t even notice the time passing.

Jeff is rewriting it all in nice handwriting to make it easier to read. Gareth was going through the figures and dice to pick out something that fits Steve. Grant is making a cheat sheet for moves and other good-to-know facts. All while Eddie draws out a character design for Steve. They all jump when they notice the door to the basement opening and Steve peaking his head down. He looks all confused and Eddie has to force himself to focus only on his face as he notices the joggers and tank top Steve has on with a sweatshirt tied around his waist.

Steve jogs down the steps and raises an eyebrow. “I almost thought you guys had been murdered for how silent the house was.” He huffed and Eddie looked over him to see an actual tenseness to Steve’s movements. Like he was actually worried about their safety.

Jeff clears his throat, “we got distracted by something. It happens sometimes.” He shrugged and Steve moved over, leaning over his shoulder to see the paper. Eddie watched Steve squint like he couldn’t see the paper well enough. Which supported Gareth’s theories. They watched his brow furrow before Eddie saw him give up on trying to understand it.

Steve straightened up and cleared his throat, “I’m going to take a shower, but afterward I can get something for dinner. Pizza? Yeah, I’ll order some pizzas. What do you all like?” He rambled and Eddie wondered if they made him nervous. Because sometimes Steve looked a second from bolting.

Jeff tossed his pencil to the table before stretching. “I believe I said we’d get the food, actually. So, I’ll order, you go shower. Anything you want?” He said calmly and Eddie was a little jealous of how easy-going Jeff was. Steve made a weird noise in the back of his throat like he wasn’t expecting it. Then he just gave a small shrug and Jeff gave him a look but didn’t push it. Instead, they both headed upstairs together quietly.

Grant sighed, “okay so we should ease him into it. Like, don’t mention the character at all. Let him watch a couple of times before asking him to become a member completely.”

Gareth nodded, “it can be a lot. And we don’t want to make him feel like he has to play.”

Eddie dropped his head into his hand, “why can’t we just hug him until he feels better?” He whined and Gareth snickered.

“You’re the one that decided to bring him into this,” Grant pointed out.

That made Eddie groan, “I know! I just- I figured it was something easily fixable! But instead, I see his puppy dog face and my heart can’t handle it!”

Gareth patted his back a few times before smacking him over the head. Eddie flung himself at the younger boy who was like a brother to him. “You fucker,” He screamed.

Gareth laughed and scrambled away from Eddie. “I’m trying to literally knock sense into you! You can’t keep doing this!” He pointed out.

Eddie looked at the couch between them with contemplation. “I’m not doing anything,” He lied.

Gareth frowned, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, you know that.” And Eddie did know that.

But he also knew about Steve. How the guy had somehow turned himself around enough that he was getting bullied himself. That the only people that actually talked to him at school, other than Hellfire, were his ex and her new boyfriend. Or how Steve had trouble with food and didn’t have an okay family life. But also how Steve lit up when he talked about the kids he looked after. Honestly, it wasn’t fair to Eddie’s heart. He knew the moment Steve knew what D&d was that he was fucked but he wanted to pretend he wasn’t.

Instead, he just groaned before launching himself at Gareth. Gareth shrieked and hit the ground with Eddie on top of him. They all started laughing until the door to the basement slammed open and Steve looked down. He was damp like he had been in the shower and threw on his pants in a hurry. Eddie watched the water run down his chest and tried his best not to die. “Is everyone alright?” Steve was a little out of breath and Jeff appeared next to him with a worried face. Eddie nodded and Steve looked one minute from shaking apart. He gave a sharp nod before he disappeared once again. Jeff looked after him until they all heard a door shut.

They all decided to get the game started so that Steve could slip in easily once he joined them. And so that he wouldn't have to explain the fears that they all noticed. Eddie got into his element and he only stumbled a little when Steve joined them with the pizza. They paused and Grant handed Steve a piece of cheese. Steve smiled but he looked at the pizza like it was going to kill him. Eventually, he took a bite and then another. But Eddie made sure to keep an eye on him just in case. Steve did finish it but he turned down another.

The night continued on and Steve watched from next to Grant on a couch, his head resting on his knees but he looked entertained. Eddie didn’t hold back, going all out to entertain him. However, once it got around 9 Steve disappeared once again. Eddie called for the night and everyone started cleaning up. However, no one stopped him from heading off to find Steve.

He finally found him upstairs. The younger teen was curled up tight with a walkie in his hand, listening as kids sounded off. “This is Dustin signing off for the night.” One voice called.

“Everything’s alright over here, I’m heading to bed,” a girl stated but then sighed. “Max is signing off.”

“Nancy and Mike are signing off,” another small boy.

“The Byers are all good,” another boy stated.

“All good here, Lucas signing off.”

“El is going to bed?” A small girl sounded unsure but Eddie watched each voice loosen something in Steve.

Steve sat there silently and Eddie didn’t know if he should say something before the walkie crackled to life again. “Steeevvve!” A voice drawled and Steve rested his head on his knees.

Steve cleared his throat, “Right. Yeah, well good night, dumbasses, Steve’s out.” Steve says in a soft voice. There’s a chorus of good nights before it goes silent and Steve shuts it down.

Eddie knocks gently and Steve glances over, jumping a little. “Sorry,” Eddie smiled softly and Steve just gave him a small shrug. “Are those the kids you talked about?” He wanted to move closer but he stayed at the door. Leaning in the frame like he’s cooler than he is.

Steve sighs, “yeah. They uh- they do this every night.” It makes Eddie relax to think at least someone says good night to Steve every night. Even if it’s a little strange.

“Uh, Byers, you know? Will? He’s one of them so everyone’s a little more… they like to know everyone’s alright every night just in case.” Steve explains, his face going pink.

“I think it’s nice,” Eddie assured and he couldn’t stop moving closer. He dropped onto the edge of Steve’s bed. “It’s like saying good night to your family. My Uncle, Wayne, works nights but I always say good morning and he always says good night. It’s always nice to know you’re not alone.”

Steve nods, “yeah. It’s nice to know… that they’re okay.” He states and Eddie watches as Steve’s gaze wanders to his window.

“It was getting late, we figured we’d head out,” Eddie says gently and if he hadn’t been watching Steve so closely he would’ve missed the flicker of fear on his face. “It was really nice to do it here, to have you as our little cheerleader.” He teased in the hope to make Steve feel a little better.

Steve smirks, “yeah? Feel free to leave the basement that way. You can use it any time. I don’t mind the noise.” He says and Eddie’s heart hurts. How quiet did this house get at night when it was just Steve?

Eddie reached over and gave his arm a little squeeze, “we might take you up on it. You don’t know how annoying it is at the high school. I’ve got to drop all the others off but how about I call when we’re all home safe and sound?” He offers and Steve’s eyes go wide. He nods quickly and Eddie stands up. He glances around Steve’s room and it’s not any more personal than the rest of the house. It looks like someone was hired to design a teenage boy’s room but they didn’t actually know the kid. Eddie swallowed hard at picturing Steve growing up in this fake house.

Steve followed him downstairs and Eddie listened as Steve offered his basement as their go-to spot for however long they wanted it. Eddie silently persuaded them to agree but he didn’t really need to. Not now. As they all headed out Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze on his way out and Steve leaned into it a little bit. It made Eddie pause and turn. He pulled Steve into a big but short hug before giving him a salute and heading to the van.

Eddie knew he was falling but he pushed it away. Steve needed friends right now and Eddie could be that for him.

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oh-my-damn · 1 year ago

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Hey Mandy,

I know you said you’re not going to post every single ask, which I understand since your inbox has exploded because of everything going on now.

I really do hope you’re able to find mine within the shuffle & hopefully answer?

I just want your advice (and anyone else’s out there?) on how to move forward?

I so appreciate all the posts I’ve been seeing fighting back at all the negativity being thrown at the fandom itself - ALL OF OUR FEELINGS ARE INDEED 100% VALID.

People out there are depicting us as these “femcels” who are having “meltdowns” and “tantrums” because “Chris will never fuck us” and all that similar conjecture - which honestly really stings because that’s truly not the case and what’s happening at all. That doesn’t even begin to describe it. If only they actually knew, if only everything we knew and have witnessed was more public knowledge, but sadly, it isn’t.

We’re all so disappointed and feeling how we’re feeling not because he’s gotten married at all, it’s not that fact, it’s not the verb, it’s the noun - it’s because of WHO he’s married and the circumstances revolving this. It’s because of who he has CHOSEN to go down this path with & share his life, his name, everything with. This is who he has chosen to connect and link his name to.

We’re not making up anything. This isn’t “fandom lore.” Everything that we have found out about this girl and the people who she herself is involved with, it’s all right there, the receipts and proof are literally there. And it’s IMPOSSIBLE that Chris himself or anyone in his circle doesn’t know even one iota of any of this. He knows. His family, his friends, his whole entire world knows.

In yet, in spite of all of this - he and they have all CHOSEN and ACCEPTED her and her whole group - with open freaking wide arms.

“The company you keep, is a reflection of who you are.”

And this just goes to prove to us all, after all this time, that THIS is who he truly is, too.

Everything that he stood up for, just everything… you CANNOT be both. You just cannot be the guy who stands up to racism and anti-Semitism and publicly proclaims all these things, and then quite literally be around, married and tied to someone who represents the COMPLETE OPPOSITE.

You just cannot.

I’m rambling now which wasn’t my intention. My head is pounding. I literally cannot believe any of this, I just can’t. After all these years, after everything - this is what it’s come to? Her? And it’s just so many layers of it too - the age gap, the optics of how they look together only making the difference even more apparent, her *film* history, her personal history, the fucking trolling and lying and manipulating, and then all the racism and everything else tied to it. I just…

He’s a cliche. He truly is.

We thought he was different. We thought he was better.

But it was all a facade.

Because he actually, truly isn’t.

And I’m rambling again…I’m so sorry.

Going back to the whole reason why I even reached out in the first place, I just really need advice on how the hell to get over this and move on. I actually hate that this is even affecting me as much as it is. After Bermuda, I just knew it was coming, but I honestly didn’t believe it was happening until much later, so I barely was able to mentally and emotionally prepare myself fully.

And ngl, but I was still holding out hope. I really was, because I just couldn’t believe or even process the thought of him actively choosing this with her, after everything. I just couldn’t wrap my head around him not being who I thought and truly believed he was. But now…

I am just in such shock, anger, disappointment and complete sadness.

So I really need to know, how is everyone else getting through this?

Any tips? Any advice?

I truly don’t know what to do with myself atp.

It’s like a major car wreckage or something, I know some people will say to just turn away and don’t look, but I honestly can’t stop looking because I know more developments are coming.

Anyway, I know I sound a certain way now, “unhinged” but I honestly don’t even care. I know my feelings are valid and I’m not alone. And I understand this has happened with other fandoms too unfortunately. I know life goes on and we all will eventually move on too, with time. I know we will. But getting there, it’s going to be so hard and honestly, it may even take longer than expected.

Again, any guidance, any words of comfort, anything at all, I just need someone to share something.

If you do post and answer this, Mandy - thank you in advance for giving me this space. 💜

Hi hon. I'm not quite sure what to say, because I don't know if I have any advice on that..

For me it's been a long process of slowly getting more and more tired of it/him/them. My breaking point was definitely the Ghosted premiere, things changed for me after that.

I can definitely understand why a lot of people are having a hard time right now, and I know it's going to take time for people to move on from something like this. Fandoms run very deep, especially on a site like here where there's content being made and you kind of get to dive into it more than usual.

But I think the first step is distancing. After the Ghosted premiere, I unfollowed a ton of fan blogs. I didn't want to see him on my dash bc I just got annoyed every time, and I unfollowed the blogs that were like keeping us updated on what he was doing etc.

It may be beneficial for you to unfollow the people who are putting his pictures etc on your dash, or talking about him (this could even include blogs like mine. It may be easier to take a clean break) you can even filter out his name on here and other SM (I've done that for insta and tiktok, for example) and it really is true that if something is out of sight, it's out of mind.

I'm sorry you're feeling sad. It really sucks, I get that. I hope you know that a lot of people share that feeling with you right now.

But to be honest, the only good tool I know for helping with any of this is distance. Distance yourself from him/his content etc. This means stop liking and watching his edits on tiktok, cleanse your insta so he doesn't show up on your explore page, unfollow fan blogs and accounts (even though a lot have already deactivated lol). If you read fanfics, maybe stop reading about him.

Another thing that has helped me immensely is adopting the mindset that the real person is a different entity from the characters. At this point, in my mind, his characters have absolutely nothing to do with the person himself. This is what has helped me to continue writing for so long, for example.

Otherwise it's just about time. The wound is fresh right now, so to speak, so of course it'll be worst now. But it will pass. In time, it's going to be this thing you felt that you don't even know why you did because he really ain't shit. He's not worth all of these terrible things people are feeling right now, I promise you he's not.

He doesn't appreciate or care about his fans, why should you care so much about him?

I know this may not be the things you'd want to hear but I don't know what else to say.... But I hope it helps even just a little bit ❤️

#mandy answers #chris evans

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jewishbarbies · 8 months ago

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I truly cannot comprehend how the uncommitted crowd does not understand how much worse Donald Trump is going to be for Palestinians. If Trump gets a second term it’s going to be awful for everyone including LGBTQ people, people with uteruses, immigrants, basically everyone not a conservative, straight white male. Everyone should know that at this point. You only have to listen to what he’s saying at his rallies to know that if elected a second time, he fully intends to try and become a dictator. But theoretically, if someone doesn’t care about marginalized groups in the US and only cares about the war in Gaza, fine, but they should understand that Donald Trump being elected is a disaster for Palestinians too.

Trump was the most pro-Israel president in recent decades. He and Netanyahu have a long history together and were genuinely friends. Bibi LOVED Trump, whereas he had previously had a more tense relationship with Obama (and Biden as VP). It was under Trump that the US moved its embassy to Jerusalem. Jared Kushner spearheaded the Abraham accords which was one of Trump’s proudest foreign policy accomplishments and got several Arab countries to formalize ties with Israel. Apparently, Trump is currently annoyed with Bibi for recognizing Biden as president, however, he also recently told one of his rally audiences that the IDF should “finish off” Gazans. It’s highly likely, that Trump would actively support any action that the Israeli government chooses to take in Gaza or the West Bank if he were re-elected. Believe it or not, Joe Biden does push back quite a bit against Bibi and Trump would not.

The question of whether to support Israel is only really happening within left wing of the Democratic Party. It’s not even a conversion among Republicans. Leftists generally fail to understand or take the right seriously (in my opinion it’s why we lost to the pro life movement) and conservatives support Israel in the war. The only time that Speaker Mike Johnson clapped during Biden’s SoU was when Biden showed support for Israeli hostages. Republican women were wearing blue during the SoU to show support for the hostages too. I’m bringing this up because even if Trump might be mad at Bibi for recognizing Biden, a good portion of his base supports Israel so we are likely to hear more anti-Palestinian rhetoric from him as the general election ramps up. I’m waiting for Trump to start using the American hostages to start criticizing Biden for not getting them back fast enough and I’m surprised he hasn’t yet.

All of this is to say that Trump would be a disaster for Palestinians. By the way, nothing that I’ve just said is some classified secret. I would strongly urge anyone who cares about the Palestinian people to research the Trump administration’s foreign policies and how they impacted Palestinians living in the Levant. I don’t know how you can say you support the safety of Palestinians and their right to self-determination and then allow Donald Trump to get elected.

someone made a good analogy on this whole to vote or not to vote bullshit discourse, and the gist was: legally, if you're in a car accident and there's proof you had the chance to see the other car coming and slow down and you didn't, you're responsible for what happens next. so, if you see the fascists coming, and you refuse to vote against them because of whatever trumped up moral argument you have in your head, you will be responsible for the outcome. you have a responsibility to hit the brakes.

i firmly believe leftists fail when they get to zionism specifically because they cannot recognize christian zionism for what it is. which is everything they claim regular zionism is. christian zionists are only "zionists" because of their fetishized view of jews, racist views on the middle east as a whole, and their obsession with jesus returning. it has nothing to do with actually caring about jews or the modern state of israel. christians want a firm hand in the middle east to be able to control what happens in order to ensure jesus' return. they don't care who lives or who dies, because all that matters is the christian agenda, which ultimately ends in all "sinners" wiped off the earth and the filthy jews finally getting their punishment so the "real chosen people" can have the holy land. republicans don't care about israel because they actually care about israel. it's all a fucking show. but leftists see their support for israel and stop the investigation, and immediately label israel the problem. yes, bibi needs to be replaced (obviously), but christian conservatives will cheer when he gets smited by what they perceive as god all the same bc he's a jew. so while everyone is focusing on israel as a country, christians in the US are steadily taking over america as a whole and doing everything they can to make that return of jesus possible, no matter who has to die. it's all just a big fucking distraction, benefiting a lot of evil people.

#Asks #anonymoose #antisemitism #racism

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thisreadswhatever · 1 year ago

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Do you ever think about how you would have ended SOA?

I have a few ways I would have wanted it to go.

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literally constantly 😭 I have many thoughts.. I could talk about this all day.

I think if I was going to rewrite it (which I could literally never do - the way Kurt wove all of those storylines together was ingenious)

Opie lives. the end.

no but seriously, Opie dying changed Jax and turned him into such a darker character which yeah, hot, but also, I’m a romantic at heart and soft Jax is my favourite Jax. unless he’s crushing my throat while he’s dicking me down, in that case, the darker the better.

I guess the only other major thing I’d change is when Otto killed the nurse to kill RICO and involved Tara. I feel like before that happened Tara had a pretty good grip on “the life”.. after that she spiralled.

I’ve rewatched it maybe 9 times from S1-7 all the way through, (yes my partner is concerned for my well-being). I used to be so annoyed by Tara but after having a baby I empathise with her so much more. I get why she made the decisions she did.. despite the fact I don’t agree with them, she had seen sooo much violence and death by that point I really think she felt she had no other way out. that scene where she begs Jax not to hurt her.. it breaks me everytime! had Otto not implicated her in the nurse’s murder, she wouldn’t have began plotting to get out, Jax would’ve kept his club, his wife, and his family, had all of that not spun out of control. RICO could’ve fizzled out some other way.

then there’s Clay. Jax would’ve had to settle that score the same way. I think he had enough proof of Clay’s involvement with JT’s death, Piney’s murder, Tara’s hit by the Cartel, etc etc etc (like seriously fuck that guy), for him to die the same way. he had to go. also I’d of tied Gemma up in that same fate. she was just a much apart of JT’s death as Clay was, and Tara could’ve proven that if she’d just shown Jax the fucking letters. (I guess I’d change that too.)

basically, I’d change everything that led to Tara and Jax’s demise. I guess the romantic in me just wanted them to have a happy ending. but we all know how Hamlet went, so I guess it was never meant to be *sobs*

I have so many more thoughts but that’s just some of what I may change! thanks for asking!

#reads answers #sons of anarchy #jax teller #tara knowles

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 7 months ago

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Bottom!Luke (2)

part one

Drumstick (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: When Michael left Luke tied to the bed, it was Ashton who came to the rescue. The conversation they had, turned into proving how good of a drummer Ashton was and in the end, Luke always got what he wanted.

Drunken Miracle (ao3) - YaoiLover66 michael/luke M, 4k

Summary: It was a drunken mistake, a one night stand that we barely remembered in the morning. But the proof of that night is here, right in my hands and forming inside my stomach. A new life form, one that I'm responsible for; Eighteen and Pregnant. My life just became a little more complicated.

Everything i didn't say but i should (ao3) - RinasWonderland luke/ashton M, 4k

Summary: Luke is in Love with Ashton, Ashton is in Love with Luke. Neither of them knows, until one hot night.

Hot Dog With Mayonnaise (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: Ashton had taken it up to him to annoy his band mates after they called him annoying and he was quite successful because he could tell he had gotten on their nerves. When Calum, Luke and Michael were deciding to put an end to that madness, Luke voluntarily proposed to handle the situation, in his own personal ways.

i want to be loved by you (ao3) - lucasshem luke/ashton N/R, 4k

Summary: ashton always gets what he wants, and currently, he wants luke.

Let's Be Alone Together (ao3) - antisocialhood luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: He was the cliché, pampered blonde with a charming smile, bright blue eyes and long limbs that liked to wear panties and purple nail polish.

Life-Size Luke (ao3) - plushyluke luke/ashton E, 15k

Summary: ashton is a sex store employee when the new adult, collector dolls hit the shelves. he's had enough of these "lukey dolls," when one night everything changes, and his life becomes lukalicious.

Maybe You Should Stay (ao3) - pilotmikey michael/luke M, 7k

Summary: Luke is sick and Michael feels like home.

My Little Hem Hem: Muke (ao3) - 5sosquiff Michael/Luke N/R, 3k

Summary: "So empty."

No Equipment Required (ao3) - onlypanda Luke/Calum E, 3k

Summary: “We still gotta get a workout in,” Calum huffs.

“I’m pretty sure this will count,” Luke shoots back.

Rollercoaster Ride (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance OT4 E, 3k

Summary: Michael came up with the craziest idea to end their tour; an idea, which he knew Luke would love. Calum had already agreed but there was one problem, Ashton was still reluctant. All he had to do was to convince the stubborn drummer, something he knew he would manage to do easily, and they would end up having the greatest end-of-tour party.

scars on my body (yeah i love the pain) (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton N/R, 4k

Summary: :+: Ashton comes home from work with stress in his veins, and he can remember Luke telling him that he could be of use during this time, so he does what any sex-deprived man would, fucks the living daylight of him. :+:

Shots (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance luke/ashton E, 4k

Summary: Luke always loved teasing Ashton and that was what he had in mind but what he did not know was that Ashton was going to turn the situation around. The drummer had already planned on a little something and was only waiting for the right time to execute his plan. In the end, Luke got more shots than he had expected. It started with shots and ended with shots.

So Fresh And So Clean (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance luke/calum E, 3k

Summary: When Calum called Luke unclassy for having sex in the most inappropriate places, Luke kind of wanted to make Calum change his mind and make him experience a little bit of his 'unclassiness'. Sex was not the only thing Calum got from Luke that night, he also got played by Luke but little did he know that.

Stay here with me, I won't tell a soul (ao3) - DefinitelyNotErin_x luke/ashton M, 4k

Summary: An angry confrontation between Ashton and Luke leads to more than either of them bargained for.

Two, Two, Four (ao3) - orphan_account OT4 N/R, 9k

Summary: “So, let me get this straight. You…want to have a foursome…tonight?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at Calum.

or the one where Calum and Luke seduce their boys into a foursome.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #luke hemmings #bottom!luke #bottom!luke masterlist

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robcognitivepersonality · 2 years ago

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The Mastermind & the Promoter

How I get along with ESTPs as an INTJ

First, let’s toss all that is Chad about ESTPs and start from zero. Extraverted Sensing is gathering local detailed data at high fidelity and intensity. Like a high resolution camera which you have a long range control of the hue and contrast settings. Introverted Intuition is recalling global holistic data. Working together, Ni/Se users compare the details of reality against their vision. ESTPs take a step further by “painting” their holistic Ni canvas and materializing it onto the Se real world.

You traveled far and studied about everything that could be relevant to your vision. With Introverted Thinking, you’ve built from what you’ve seen as a guide to a utopian dream, a philosophy, or a set of ethos. With Extraverted Feeling, you believe these are the life principles everyone should abide by. Fe/Ti users are students and teachers of ego management. ESTPs take a step further to influence others by becoming the living proof of their own ideas.

You’re constantly picking up micro expressions, reading body language, researching deep convoluted literature, or analyzing theories. You can amplify the details out from both the physical and the conceptual. It’s not uncommon for ESTPs to have many advanced degrees, speak multiple languages fluently, and excel at just about any hobbies they’re passionate about. So instead of being the dumb jock the MBTI community has made you to be, I see ESTPs as the most potentially gifted out of all the types.

"Well, my legs may be too small for my body, but my head is too large, although I prefer to think it is just large enough for my mind. I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind... and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. That's why I read so much, Jon Snow." - Tyrion Lannister, from A Game of Thrones

That’s the thing about ESTPs — y’all make it look so simple. Your NiTi understands that life can be overwhelmingly complex, yet you see that it works around a few thematic factors. And as long as we respect and make our moves based on those factors, it all becomes easy and intuitive. Let life happen, stay on course and we’ll figure the rest out as we go. Our energy is best spent on the now; focused towards our goals.

Like many ideas though, it’s easier said than done. You look into people’s eyes and you see how it can be complicated for them. People have many reasons why they’re not working on their goals. Of course there are some considerable excuses. But it could be a lack of confidence, fear, confusion, anger, or just plain laziness. Your SeFe sees those emotions and pulls them right out to the surface to deal with them.

Through my SeTe, I see that we live in a cold and over-complicated machine that sucks the souls out of us and programs us into mass manufactured drones. I see that many of us get bogged down spending our lives on unwanted obligations, unhealthy habits, and unfulfilling jobs. I try my best to navigate through it and be free and happy. To stay pure with ourselves and live as sincerely as we can. We both want that.

‘Free and happy.’ I was camping during a summer vacation on one of the tiny islands in the Philippines where I could walk around the perimeter in a half hour. There was one shack where a family lived to upkeep the island. I watched the kids all day playing tag on the beach, swimming as far out as they can, driving dad’s boat, carrying big smiles without a weight of burden. I asked myself — when did I grow up? When did things get so complicated?

"Yeah, fuck politics, man. Yeah, like literally that’s feckless. I’m telling you, I’m on my ‘kindness conspiracy’. As long as I’m kind to people, like if we live by an ethic of kindness, if we foster trust amongst each other, it will matter less what corporations and politicians say, because we’ll be able to trust our society’s cohesiveness." - Dave Chappelle

As a kid I couldn’t wait to be a grown up. I didn’t think too hard about it, I just wanted to be a big grown up like Mom and Dad. I did well in school, got a good job, and made lifelong friends. I’m grateful that I got to pursue my passions and cross a lot of my goals off the bucket list. Yet with all of the money and possessions I have, I really longed for that pure weightless joy these kids had. Don’t get me wrong, I’m living a good life. But I guess it really is just complicated.

I gotta admit. When you try to pull out my Introverted Feeling, I feel manipulated. As an INTJ, I’m possessive about my emotions. Only I can deal and experience them, I don’t outsource the control of them to anybody. I feel very seen when your darty eyes are pointed in my direction. I feel you weeding through my bullshit. I feel you are testing me for who I am as a person.

It can easily be a tug of war, until I take a moment and remind myself it doesn’t have to be. The ESTPs I’m close with are all good natured and genuinely curious. In the back of their minds, they understand we mean nothing in the scale of the universe. And they’ll ask “So what are you gonna do about it?” Without beating around the bush, I’m challenged to answer how I’ll be using my limited time on this Earth.

Having NiFi, I’m constantly contemplating how to attain the most self-realized life possible. I have this sheer curiosity for what I’d find out in being the best Me, the truest Me. But I honestly have no idea what it means to be all that I can be. There’s no standard nor proven roadmap to this. I come up with my own plans, constantly considering the rules of my environment and consulting my feelings. That’s what’s complicated. Without any instructions, I spend so much time in my head trying to figure life out.

"Money is a tool — it’s the means, not the end. Inspiration is the metric that dictates whether or not a project is a success. It’s more realistic than trying to aim for radio play, or trying to satisfy an A&R, or the other gatekeepers on these platforms. I don’t even know how to create with those things in mind. But if you tell me the goal is to inspire? That makes my job a lot easier." - Nipsey Hussle

So when you ask what I want to do in life, I want to look back during my last years saying to myself that I did pretty good. I want to be happy, stay healthy, see my parents enjoy their retirement, help out in the family, grow old with my friends, and do good in society. I’m afraid of how naïvely simple that all sounds. I can’t underestimate how difficult reaching these goals can be. In today’s environment, it seems logistically impossible without an abundance of time, money, and luck. Having only one shot at life, I have to do my due diligence to figure out how to best accumulate these resources.

As you’re focused on me trying to answer, I realize what you’re doing is checking up on my ikigai — a Japanese word which doesn’t exist in other languages that essentially means ‘a reason to get up in the morning’ and ‘a reason to enjoy life’:

The word ‘ikigai’ is usually used to indicate the source of value in one’s life or the things that make one’s life worthwhile (for example, one might say: ‘‘This child is my ikigai’’). Secondly, the word is used to refer to mental and spiritual circumstances under which individuals feel that their lives are valuable. There is a difference between ikigai and the sense of well-being. Ikigai is a more concerned with the future: for example, even when one feels that one’s present life is dark, possessing a desire or goal for the future allows one to feel ikigai.

Ikigai gives individuals a sense of a life worth living. It is not necessarily related to economic status.

Behaviours which make one feel ikigai are not actions which individuals are forced to take, but they are spontaneous activities which people undertake willingly.

Ikigai is personal; it reflects the inner self of an individual and expresses that faithfully.

It establishes a unique mental world in which the individual can feel at ease.

- Noriyuki Nakanishi, Department of Public Health, Osaka University Medical School, “‘Ikigai’ in older Japanese people”

ESTPs have an intuitive sense of this concept. You understand that the sum of small joys in everyday life results in a more fulfilling life as a whole. Ikigai is all we need. As long as we keep it pure and close to us, everything’s gonna be alright. And to do that, we must live in the moment. Having faith for the future means to enjoy the now, to enjoy every little thing and everyone we come in contact with. As someone who’s so future oriented as I am, I appreciate you for reminding me that.

I have no philosophical idea why we try to be happy. Maybe it’s tied to our will to survive. Whatever it is, I just know it feels beautifully good. To feel like those kids in the Philippines, to live each day like that and eventually to fondly look back. We’re given a chance to live, we should see how special that is. For you to teach me that, you’re a gift anybody would be lucky to have.

#intj #estp #mbti intj #intj thoughts #estp personality #mbti estp #carl jung #jungian #personality types #typology #myers briggs #cognitive functions #mbti #16 personality types #16 types

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hyliareborn · 1 year ago

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Ace Attorney mbti (not a complete list because I haven’t finished the last two games yet)

I made one of these for p5 characters, which I don’t think anybody but me is interested in, but this is tumblr. Why are we here, if not for self indulgence?

(Also I’m sorry there’s no Athena, Blackquill, tgaa characters, etc! I didn’t want this post to get too long, and I didn’t want to type characters without knowing their full story. Maybe I’ll make a part 2 with everyone I missed!)

Phoenix Wright: ENTP

Phoenix has ne all over the place. He’s famous in-game for throwing out a million different possibilities in court to see what sticks, which is what sets him apart—I mean, the truth is never straightforward, and Phoenix never settles for the most obvious answer. That said, he’s also very analytical and strategic. He knows that a lot of scenarios he’s suggesting make no logical sense, but it’s worth considering, and it buys him time to piece together what actually happened. It’s most obvious in aa4 during his disbarment, how he can block off his emotions to make harsh, rational judgements, and doesn’t seem to consider how that affects Apollo. I get thinking that he could be an ENFP, given how much he cares about the human aspect of these cases and how strongly he stands by his morals, but thinkers care about people too! And the contrast between those types is clear next to…

Maya Fey: ENFP

Maya and Phoenix bounce their ne off of each other, which is why they work so well as a team. However, Maya doesn’t really care if anything she comes up with is plausible as long as it’s fun, which drives Phoenix crazy sometimes (he’s a thinker, everything has to MAKE SENSE). This isn’t to say that Maya is stupid! She’s brilliant, she just approaches things from a creative and emotional standpoint first (Will Powers can’t be the killer, he’s too nice! The Steel Samurai would never! I don’t have proof, I just FEEL IT. No Nick, I don’t care if the evidence points to him!)

Miles Edgeworth: INTJ or ISTJ, but I lean toward INTJ

Miles and Phoenix get on each others’ nerves partly because Phoenix will entertain any idea and Miles has tunnel vision. He comes to a conclusion and refuses to budge, then gathers (or fabricates) evidence to support what he’s already decided. I understand an argument for ISTJ given how he usually seems firmly grounded in reality, but I think that comes from te. Because ISTJ would require ne, which I just…can’t see at all, even as his inferior function. I haven’t had the chance to play the investigation games yet, but from what I understand, we see him find the underlying essence of the situation and piece together the most likely outcome based on what he can prove. He also says that he isn’t one for sentimentality, preferring to focus on the future, and that people can miss the truth entirely by only trusting what they see in front of them.

Apollo Justice: ISTJ

Apollo is the ISTJ poster child. His ability is literally si; close observation and gathering details to compare them to what he already knows to be true. His te wants structure in his life and his work (he’s surrounded by ne-doms though, so good luck 😵‍💫) and he likes playing by pre-established rules, so Phoenix’s whole ne/ti thing frustrates him sometimes, particularly in aa4 where he’s annoyed that Phoenix won’t be straightforward or use conventional methods to prove his innocence. He needs help seeing the big picture, but he gets there because of …

Trucy Wright: ENTP

She’s so much like her dad!! I won’t get too in depth with her because almost everything I said about Phoenix applies to her, too. Again, I see an argument for ENFP, but she’s a lot more analytical than people give her credit for, and she can detach from emotion much more easily than an ENFP. The murder of her father and the accusation of her uncle is obviously difficult for her, but she isn’t concerned in the moment with how the outcome will make her feel, and she doesn’t linger on how any of her family drama has impacted her. She’d rather take care of others’ emotional wellbeing and she sometimes feels responsible for them, which is tert-fe.

Klavier Gavin: ENFJ

BIG fe-dom. He connects with people so easily, he cares a lot about his image, he switches his stance on a case based on what will have the most positive impact on everyone involved. He was able to be manipulated by Kristoph because his brother’s approval was so important to him. But he always had a nagging feeling that what he did to Phoenix was wrong and that Kristoph couldn’t be trusted, because something just felt off. His tert-se shows in him gladly playing the role of the impulsive, artsy rock star archetype, which is clearly a genuine part of who he is, but he has much more foresight than an se-dom usually would.

#no infps in this batch 😔#long post #ace attorney #mbti

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glow-worms-are-believers · 2 years ago

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So I lied @akikkobara. Here's more! Hope you guys like it

It turned out nobody had zip-ties but the guard outside (who was mercifully only knocked out) had had some handcuffs on him. The two girls had offered their bag’s straps for the second goon and by the time the police had arrived, everything had been well in hand. Both Danny and Damian had been taken in to make a statement along with the rest of the victims.

They had allowed Damian and Danny to give their statement together, and Danny took the lead in describing what had happened.

"You boys were very brave," said the middle-age officer after Danny finished. "But next time, you ought to leave it to the police. We wouldn’t want any of you to get hurt."

Damian bristled at the implication he would have ever been harmed by goons like those two, but Danny bowed his head and just uttered a sheepish "Yes, sir."

"Alright then, I’ll have to call your legal guardians. What’s the number?"

Danny rubbed at his nape with a wince. “I’m here for school, I don’t have family in the city. I'm emancipated though, so I'm ok.”

"That's alright, then." the officer gave Danny a look of sympathy. "I’ll have an officer drive you home."

"Thank you," Danny said with a grateful smile that was returned by the policeman.

"What about you?" The man turned to Damian.

15 minutes later had Richard walking a scowling Damian out of the police station. Despite his protest it hadn’t been necessary, the policeman had insisted on contacting a parent, and with Father out of the country, Richard was the next best choice.

Richard waited until they were both in the car before speaking up. “I thought you were going to the Aquarium today, little D.”

“I was. There was a robbery,” Damian answered. “I attempted not to involve myself, but the situation forced me to act.”

“And knock someone out?”

“Civilians render people unconscious too.” Damian had solid proof.

Richard sighed and seemed to decide to give up on the subject. “Where did you get the chocolates?”

“They were a gift,” Damian answered.

“Oh, did Jon swing by?” Richard asked distractedly as he took a turn.

Damian hummed noncommittally. It was too early to reveal his ‘relationship’ with Danny. The plan needed more time before they would pass the muster of the bats and birds.

It was a while later after Pennyworth's chastisement, when he was sitting at his desk finishing up some homework that his phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Hey! It’s Danny,” the voice came from the receiver. “Listen, I’m sorry the date didn’t go as planned. Would you be free next Saturday? We could go see a movie or something?”

Damian hadn’t planned on another date so soon, but it was true the first one had been unusual. Now was the time to set the guidelines for future outing reference. “That is satisfactory.”

“Alright! I’ll see what’s playing right now and I’ll text you some ideas.”

Both boys said their goodbyes, and Damian hung up. As he set the phone down, the brightly packaged chocolate box caught his eyes.

He did need to try them to report back to Danny that his gift had been appreciated…

Today was going to be the day. Just because last date had been ruined by a robbery (at the aquarium no less, Gotham really was something) that didn’t mean this one was going to end in violence again. Danny was determined to make it work. There was a documentary on penguins that Damian had said he'd be interested in. Danny had also read the reviews about the great snack options and nice staff people.

Today was going to be the day.

He had just got his phone out to call Damian, when he spotted him coming through the doors. He walked towards him with a smile. "Damian!"

"Hello Danny," the younger boy answered formally. "I hope you have been well."

"I have," Danny answered with a smile. "I'm excited for the documentary, hopefully it'll be as good as the reviews made it sound."

"I am also looking forward to this viewing," Damian said with a little bit of anticipation coming through his aloof mask, which Danny firmly told himself wasn't endearing at all.

"Just give me a second, I'll get us the tickets," Danny said before he walked up to the register to pay for the tickets. As soon as Danny mentioned the documentary, the employee winced.

"I'm so sorry, but this we no longer have any showings of that."

"What? But it was listed on the website just yesterday," Danny asked, feeling an impending sense of doom.

"I'm really sorry, we are offering some tickets half-price today though," the employee said.

"But why is the documentary not showing anymore?" Danny couldn't believe this was going wrong so fast.

The employee must've read the absolute abjection in his face, because she sighed before moving closer to the glass.

"Look," she lowered her voice, "the truth is the boss' apartment building was torched by some of Penguin's gang and it was rough on him. We thought we'd better take the posters down and just cancel the showings so he wouldn't be reminded at work. It's bad for business, but Don's a good guy and we wanted to be supportive."

Danny had to fight the urge to groan. Seriously, what was up with Gotham.

"In the meantime we're re-running old classics at half the price," she continued

"What's the next movie showing?" Danny asked.

"It's the Sailor Moon movie, 1993. It's in half an hour"

Danny had come too far to back off now. "Alright, I'll take two students tickets please."

Walking back up to Damian, he gave him a weak smile. "So, apparently the showing was cancelled, something about the Penguin burning the boss' house down."

"That is unfortunate." Damian scowled, and Danny felt bad since he'd clearly been looking forward to the documentary.

"I got us tickets for the soonest showing since I figured you might have got stuff to do after the date. It's an old Sailor Moon movie. We don't have to watch it, but I figured since we're already there it wouldn't hurt."

Damian's scowl didn't disappear, but he still nodded. "I believe you are right, we should not waste the opportunity."

Since the showing was still half an hour away, they ended up heading towards the arcade area. They didn't make it very far before Damian headed towards the claw machine near the entrance.

After a few tries, Damian hadn't managed to grab anything, and looked about ready to just break the glass to take the prize out himself.

"This game is inane and foolish," the younger boy spit out, as the claw slipped off the cat-shaped toy once again.

"These are rigged, nobody gets it on the first try" Danny comforted. "Here let me try."

Damian took a step back to liberate the space with a fierce scowl.

"I used to play with these all the time back home," Danny said as he fed the machine and started up the claw. "The trick is to get the right angle, but mostly it's about choosing the right prize." As he finished the last word, he closed the claw around the cat-shaped toy. "The rest is all up to luck." Just like that, he dropped the toy into the chute, and took it out.

"Here you go," Danny said with a smile as he offered the plush to Damian.

The latter just looked at him. "Why are you giving it to me?"

"It's customary that if you win at that kind of game on a date, you usually give them the prize," Danny explained.

Damian squinted. "Like some kind of mating ritual?"

Danny had to cough to disguise his laugh. "Uh, yeah, sure."

This time when Danny handed him the toy, Damian took it.

"We better go now, before we're late for the movie," Danny said and they both walked up to their room.

As they took their seats and the previews started showing, the older boy could see the room was mostly empty, which wasn't surprising. The movie started and Danny quickly got sucked into the story, he used to watch reruns of sailor moon with Jazz when he was younger. The movie had him missing her, and by the time it was over he was feeling all kinds of nostalgic.

As the lights turned on, he turned towards Damian.

"How did you like it?"

Damian tsked, "It was adequate," he answered, but Danny could see the pink tint of his ears. He once again told himself his boss was certainly not cute, and that any thoughts of it should be banished to the furthest depths of his mind.

"It's based on a manga and they also made a series," Danny said lightly. "I used to watch it with my sister, it's pretty good."

Damian hummed, but the older boy could see the considering light in his eyes. They walked out of the building in silence, though the atmosphere felt nice.

"I'm taking the subway back home, are you coming with?"

Damian seemed to consider, before turning towards him. "I will come with you."

They started walking side-by-side.

"You don't have a ride?" Danny asked.

"Pennyworth offered," Damian admitted. "But I do not wish to disturb him."

"Do you think he would mind?"

"I know he would not," Damian stated. "I simply do not wish to burden him further, as his workload has been heavier these days."

By now, they were walking down the subway steps.

"Oh yeah, your dad's away right now," Danny remembered from the police station talk they'd had.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and started walking into a poorly-illuminated passageway.

"Yes, my older brother is staying at the manor in the meantime."

Just as it hit Danny that this would be a perfect spot for a mugging, they came face-to-face with a hooded man brandishing a knife.

"Gimme the money!"

Danny sighed.

Next time, he really had to bring some zip-ties.

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Damian does not know how he has got into such a mess.

That was a lie.

Like most messes in his life, it all started with his family and their constant “ribbing”.

‘They act as if gaining a date was not easy,’

Damian glared as he scouted out a suitable target in the mall.

Sitting alone by the arcade there was an attractive boy on his phone.

Acceptable.

Making his way next to his target, he sat down and tapped his shoulder.

The other boy flinched and subtly (though not to someone as trained as him) glanced Damian over, eyes seeming to catalog instinctively.

Good, not perfect but admissible all things considered.

“Uh hi.?”

“Your age.”

“Pardon?”

“What is your age?”

“16.?”

Damian nodded as he mulled over the information. About a year his senior, not ideal but still viable.

“ Date me.”

“Excuse me??”

“I will pay you for your inconvenience of course but I am in need of a date and you are the most suitable person I have seen so far.”

“Wait a minute-“

“Here is your first payment.”

Damian handed the boy the envelope he had prepared for today and had to hold back a smirk as he saw they other boy’s eyes widen.

“I-“

“I will pay you monthly with bonuses for any extremely taxing events that may occur if you agree.”

“I- I guess?”

“Good, now give me your number and I will contact you for our first date. My name is Damian Wayne.”

“Danny..”

~~~~~~

For all purposes the agreement has only worked in his favor.

His family was off his back, galas were less boring and they even shared common interests.

That being said,

“You did not need to give me a gift Daniel, it was not a requirement.”

Damian looked down at the katana shaped keychain he was handed, it was well made and surprisingly sharp.

“I know Dami, but it just reminded me of you!”

What a mess indeed…

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #damian wayne #danny fenton x damian wayne #danny fenton #dead serious #sugar daddy damian #mugging #the 'read more' thing isn't working #anybody knows how to fix that?#might be just me #roxpox #roxpoxwrote

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whumptober · 2 years ago

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Whumptober 2022

Welcome to Whumptober 2022, in its fifth year of running!

To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone new, WELCOME!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

With that being said, we’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators, see what juicy whump they’ve created too! We wish you all the fun!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

Whumptober 2022 Prompt List

No. 1 A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY

Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | "This wasn't supposed to happen"

No. 2 NOWHERE TO RUN

Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH

Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

No. 4 DEAD ON YOUR FEET

Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

No. 5 EVERY WHUMPEE’S NEEDS

Blood Loss | Running Out of Air | Hyperthermia

No. 6 PROOF OF LIFE

Ransom Video | “I’ve got a pulse” | Screams from Across the Hall

No. 7 THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER

Shaking Hands | Seizures | Silent Panic Attack

No. 8 EVERYTHING HURTS AND I’M DYING

Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

No. 9 THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

Sleeping in Shifts | Tossing and Turning | Caught in a Storm

No. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

No. 11 “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”

Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | Makeshift Splint

No. 12 WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

“Mayday, mayday!” | Cave In | Rusty Nail

No. 13 CAN’T MAKE AN OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS

Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?”

No. 14 DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN

Desperate Measures | Failed escape | “I’ll be right behind you.”

No. 15 EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

Lies | New Scars | Breathing through the Pain

No. 16 NO WAY OUT

Mind Control | Paralytic Drugs | “No one’s coming.”

No. 17 HANGING BY A THREAT

Breaking Point | Stress Positions | Reluctant Caretaker

No. 18 LET’S BREAK THE ICE

"Just get it over with." | Treading Water | "Take my Coat"

No. 19 ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

Knees Buckling | Repeatedly Passing Out | Head Lolling

No. 20 IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY

Going into Shock | Fetal Position | Prisoner Trade

No. 21 FAMOUS LAST WORDS

Coughing up Blood | “You’re safe now.” | “Take me instead.”

No. 22 PICK YOUR POISON

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

No. 23 AT THE END OF THEIR ROPE

Forced to Kneel | Tied to a Table | “Hold them down.”

No. 24 FIGHT, FLIGHT OR FREEZE

Blood Covered Hands | Catatonic | “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

No. 25 SILENCE IS GOLDEN

Lost Voice | Duct Tape | “You better start talking.”

No. 26 NO ONE LEFT BEHIND

Separated | Rope Burns | “Why did you save me?”

No. 27 PUSHED TO THE LIMIT

Muffled Screams | Stumbling | Magical Exhaustion

No. 28 IT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG

Anger Born of Worry | Punching the Wall | Headache

No. 29 WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME…

Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | “Better me than you.”

No. 30 NOTE TO SELF: DON'T GET KIDNAPPED

Manhandled | Hair Grabbing | “Please don’t touch me.”

Alternative Prompts List

No. 31 A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now.”

Ringing Ears

Whimpering

Dazed and Confused

Touch Starved

Ambushed

Sensory Overload

Protective

Made to Watch

Quicksand

Adrenaline Crash

Stabbed

Carried to Safety

Crutches

Emergency Blanket

Tears

Event Info & Rules

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WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “bee”, you can create something about bees, about yellow and black striped baseball bats or bees on bandaids. It’s up to you.

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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Rey Gives No F*cks About the Grandfather Paradox

Okay so since nobody’s suggested a fic under these terms, I ended up expanding on this post on discord and things snowballed. We kept to the basics of the entire plot revolving around Rey really hating her grandad and leveraging her blood relation to not be unalived about it.

With contributions by @atagotiak, @dracothulhu, @thepallaspalace, and several others. The title comes from @gelpenss.

The basic thing I absolutely need is this: Rey gets thrown back to the middle of the clone wars, and the subsequent plot leans in really heavily on her being, genetically-via-clone-dad, the daughter of the guy running the entire galaxy.

Nobody knows what to do with her.

The timing is mid-TCW for the past (because I want Ahsoka there) and vaguely between Episodes 8 and 9 because I... never watched E9 and don’t want to worry about the timeline. The only things that matter is that Luke is dead (he can die as he did in canon) and that Rey knows she’s Palp’s granddaughter (not the way she does in canon).

We'll say Luke found out from Anakin's panicked force-ghost and just went "well, fuck, okay, I should tell her this before she ends up in a situation like mine and finds out mid-battle or something."

Luke, prior to time-travel: Okay, so, now that I'm dead I know some things I didn't before. Like who your parents were. In the interest of full disclosure because I was in a very similar situation and I don't want you learning the way I did, I'm just going to come right out and say that your father was a clone was Sheev Palpatine. Rey: ... Luke: Are you okay? Rey: I don't know who that is.

(She grew up on Jakku, the history education was a little subpar.)

Setting The Scene

Imagine Rey showing up during or immediately before the clone wars. There’s this phenomenally powerful feral teenager from a desert backwater who tells you that if you ran a paternity test, it would probably pop up the Chancellor. She may or may not bring up cloning. She accuses said Chancellor of being a Sith Lord.

Your other phenomenally powerful feral teenager from a desert backwater, who may not be a teenager anymore but only barely, is very offended by this because Palpatine’s a Very Nice Old Grandfather Figure, but also he’s a little full of side-eye because if the blood test comes back as proof, then Palpatine had a kid and didn’t even know about them, or lied to Anakin, and that’s! Bad! Family’s important!!!

Palpatine hears about this daughter he apparently? Has? And is very confused because the timing doesn’t match up with ANYTHING he was doing, so the kid isn’t natural, and he says as much. (There is an explanation! It’s not a correct explanation, but he does come up with one.)

Finn and Poe and BB-8 all get dragged along because why not have the gang there? Nobody that’s already born, because [handwave] conservation of souls or something, IDK, point is the only person dragged along that’s even remotely close to already existing is Luke’s Force Ghost, who mostly hangs around begging Rey to be less impulsive. Finn is good because he is a nice polite boy, but for actual useful information they need Poe. The unfortunate situation is that the three do not land together. They land at the same time, in completely different corners of the galaxy. This means that nobody is there to curb Rey being her most impulsive self.

Time travel Rey knows two things. Luke’s dad ends up evil. Palpatine has always been evil.

She can solve one of these problems by killing the other, yes?

Rey: Ready to Rumble

See, the initial idea was this: Rey tried to break into the senate to kill Palpatine, got arrested, and then used the "he's biologically my father" card to get out of jail free. (Force Ghost Luke follows her like “please take five seconds to think this through.”)

But.

It would be very, very, very funny if The Force just dumps her in a flash of light in the senate building and she just attacks Gramps on sight. Just a shouted "YOU!" and no-hesitation attempted murder.

Palpatine has no idea what's going on.

Rey took maybe two seconds to get identity confirmation and then started swinging.

[Image Description: An individual in a green metal helmet with an eye slit, holding a pistol. In the upper left, upper right, and lower middle are the phrases “I do not know who I am...” “I don’t know why I’m here” and “All I know is that I must kill.” End description.]

Of course, she gets arrested. There are Master Jedi in the Senate. There are Clone Troopers. Palpatine isn’t the weak old man he pretends to be. Of course she’s stopped.

But she isn’t executed in time for Palpatine to stop her from ruining his entire reputation.

Immediately after Rey fails to kill her Shitty Granddad, Luke's ghost shows up and begs her to not talk about the Sith thing because it will completely undermine everything she's trying to do. Pass off the attempted murder as something else!

Rey, panicking: "that fucker left me on a desert planet for 10 years!" "You owe me 19 years of child support you son of a Hutt!"

The Jedi have to do the investigation, because the girl showed up with a laser sword, and the conversation is, uh... interesting. (“Where did you get that lightsaber?” “I got it from a mysterious old pirate lady I never met before. I don't know, I was being shown around by a smuggler and a Wookie.”)

Interviewer: Why did you try to assassinate the Chancellor? Luke: Say it wasn't assassination. Rey: It wasn't assassination. Int: You weren't trying to kill him? Luke: Assassination has to be politically motivated. Rey: This was, um... not political. Assassination is political, right? Int: You mean this was personally motivated? Rey: Yes. Int: I see. What personal motivation? Luke: Jakku! Rey: He's my grandfather. Int: ... Rey: Possibly father. Nobody was very clear on that. Int: ... Luke: Tell them to run a paternity test. Rey: Oh hey, a blood test would tell us which, right? Int: ............ Rey: I spent ten years as an orphaned scrapdealer on Jakku. He's my father. I'm kind of a little angry. Int: ........... Luke: Good job, kid. You bought yourself some time. Int: I'm going to get a medic to see about that parternity test.

Obviously, it comes back positive. Congratulations, Sheev, you’re the father.

Rey comes with a ready-made built-in excuse for hating Palpatine that nobody can question or fault her for!

Rey, pouring Truth into the Force: I didn't even know I was related to the Chancellor until a few months ago, but it's his fault I grew up the way I did, and he should take some responsibility!

The entire thing is mostly kept hush hush but someone leaks it to the press and Palpatine's ratings tank.

"Chancellor, I think we'll need to waive family visitation until she wants you a little less dead." "I would like to find out why she wants me dead, and indeed, where she came from." "...sir, for your own safety--"

Who would win? A master plan years in the making spanning decades of manipulating and work? or One (1) paternity test

"Okay, so, Rey Palpat--" "Ew, no, I don't want his name." "You--okay. Sure, we can understand that. Is there a name you would prefer to put on the paperwork?" Rey, who would have gone by Skywalker in honor of Luke but can't do that when Anakin is right there and all: "Can I think about it?"

Rey: I don't know what I want my last name to be but I know I don't want his, and most of the people I’d want a name from have famous families like you... Luke's ghost, pointing out the Literal Nobody that she cares about a lot: How about Solo? Rey: ...Solo, then.

(A few months later she runs into Poe again and he offers for Finn and Rey to both take his name because honestly they need SOMETHING but at that point she’s already decided on Smuggler Dad.)

Backtrack a bit. We’ve got a bigger cast.

They all arrive separately. Poe, for one, does better than Rey, who is aiming for a murder, but not quite as well as Finn, who is currently being adopted and hidden like a secret cat by a bunch of Alpha Clones on Kamino. He vibes with the names-or-numbers thing. He doesn’t necessarily tell them where and when he’s from, but he’s very sweet and a great liar and they adopt him wholesale anyway.

The Finn situation is just... "Buir Ti, we need you to hide this man, we've decided he's our little brother but if Nala Se finds out she'll make him leave."

Of course, this leads into Shaak Ti teaching Finn how to Jedi.

Maybe consider Finn needing to almost be tricked into learning Jedi things because he willfully forgets it could apply to him. Finn does not like to think of himself as special, which is super valid, but frustrating for Shaak Ti when it comes to, you know, getting him to acquire knowledge. Finn's training at some point is "here, levitate objects with the Force to entertain the tubies." It’s a lot easier to convince him to practice when it involves the babies.

(Everyone on Kamino looked at Finn and went “oh I love him I’m keeping him and teaching him things.”)

(He’s just very lovable.)

Poe, meanwhile, buys the trust of Anakin Skywalker via R2D2 declaring BB-8 the absolute most baby of droids. R2D2 met BB-8 three hours ago but.

"Hey Obi-Wan this is Poe I met him like five days ago but R2D2 says he checks out because his droid is a baby." "That's nice, Anakin, did you know the Chancellor has a daughter who tried to assassinate him in broad daylight yesterday? Because guess who had to stop the Chancellor from getting assassinated by his daughter in broad daylight yesterday."

A summary so far:

Finn, on Kamino: Hey, um, I don't know where this is, but it's not where I was a few minutes ago. Do you think you could get me a comm? What's your name? Poe, on [dice roll] Denon: Oh, hey, you're General Skywalker? Nice to meet you, I'm so sorry about my droid, she's a little excitable and thought your R2 unit looked like a friend of hers-- Rey, on Coruscant: DIE, GRANDFATHER

Finn: [Peacefully vibing on Kamino, unaware of the chaos and bonding with the clones] Poe: [Trying to explain how he knows someone who tried to kill the chancellor and defend Rey] Rey: [Arrested for trying to kill the chancellor]

Just... just...

Anakin: Some guy ended up lost on base yesterday with his droid, how’s your day going? Obi-Wan: I had to stop someone who claims to be the chancellors daughter from murdering the chancellor after she seemingly blinked into existence in the Senate building. Poe: 😐

(Poe: Oh, so that's where Chaos^2 went.)

Poe: In her defense, she is his... well we don't know if she's his daughter or granddaughter, but she's definitely related to him, and she definitely grew up in a shitty situation that was his fault, so...

(Poe is trying very hard to explain this and not get arrested on the military base.)

As you’ve probably guessed, what's especially funny about all of this for me is the fact that Palpatine is fully aware that this girl shouldn't exist, but can't find a single piece of evidence about where she came from. He didn't start any experiments that could result in a female child, and he didn't have sex in that period of time, so where the hell--

Rey spends so much time in jail... BUT they do eventually assign her a Jedi Master. Possibly before she actually proves her evil grandfather is in fact evil. Most votes went to either Plo Koon or Obi-Wan. Plo, because he’s dad-shaped, and Obi...

"Obi-Wan, you already raised one feral desert child with implausible amounts of power, you handle this." Rey in return is very "Sweet, you vaguely remind me of Master Luke," and nobody knows who the hell she's talking about. Obi-Wan is NOT on board with this plan, she'd really be better off with Plo or like........ Mace.

Reunion Tour

What I need out of this is the eventual Finn and Rey reunion scene that is just excited screaming while someone in the background explains to Shaak Ti that yes this is apparently Palpatine's terrifyingly force-sensitive daughter who hates him.

(Finn senses Rey’s approach and just. Gathers the everyone to wait. He’s just :D REY MY FRIEND REY GUYS MY FRIEND REY IS COMING.)

Anakin shows up with Poe--just a guy who signed on to the military, no big deal--and then Poe and Rey are EXCITED and everyone's just like "Cool, how do you know this literal terrorist child?" And Poe has to scramble and "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh she saved my droid from a scrapheap once and BB-8 is basically my child so I owe her one."

Rey knows that Anakin ends up evil so she’s maybe not actively hostile but definitely very “I’m watching you.” That said, she vibes with him on a lot of things that he maybe doesn’t actively notice.

Rey picks up a snake, snaps off the head for venom avoidance, and starts biting off chunks. Obi-Wan's reaction: [undisguised horror] Anakin and Ahsoka: Ooh, where'd you find that? (Obi-Wan: And now I’m up to three feral children.)

What Does Palpatine Even Do?

OBVIOUSLY at a certain point, Palpatine is just phoning up every ally he has to figure out who broke protocol to synthesize a daughter for him.

So of course, Palpatine blame Plagueis.

She'd have been born five or so years before Naboo, just a few years younger than Anakin. It's such an EASY theory to build a conspiracy around. It is ENTIRELY WRONG, but it’s plausible! And anyone who might have been involved to say otherwise is probably dead!

A random bio-kid shows up you can’t possibly have contributed genes to? Maybe it’s the evil bio spark that did it.

Palpatine tries to placate her with the ‘my genes were stolen for an experiment and I didn’t know’ thing. It doesn’t work because her actual main complaint is he’s evil in her future but he tries.

It'd be a struggle to even get access to her, because of the aforementioned “maybe don’t try to talk to the daughter(?) that hates you” thing, but you know who Palpatine does have access to? The Chosen One.

Rey kind of decides on her favorites early on (she gravitates to Dad Energy and Sad Old Men so Plo and Obi-Wan are on her list, and that means decent time around Anakin and Ahsoka). It's really easy to talk Anakin into helping to some degree because "he'd like to connect to a daughter he never knew" and "a child of her power on a planet like that, you'd know her struggle, my dear boy" and so on. Anakin tries to connect! He tries to play up Sheev’s kind political work and how it can’t have really been his fault! It doesn’t work. Rey does not believe a word of it. Mostly she doesn’t even seem to hear him.

Rey's just like "...oh right, you're the melted mask that Kylo Ren was always ranting about," which means absolutely NOTHING to Anakin, but he mentions it to Palps, who loses his goddamn mind trying to figure out what she's talking about, because it also means absolutely nothing to him.

Here’s the thing: Rey’s already decided that Obi-Wan is cool, because Luke said so, and Plo Koon is dad-shaped, and she also gravitates towards earnest kindness in general, like she made friends with Finn real quick, so Ahsoka? Already getting along great.

She doesn’t dislike Anakin, really, he isn’t evil yet, he’s just... meh. She’s a little suspicious and she likes him less than the others but... Anakin.

Rey, to Anakin: You are my least favorite. Anakin, to Palpatine: YOUR DAUGHTER HATES ME???

And he goes from “she’s a lil standoffish” to “she doesn’t like me” to “she hates me” as is normal for Anakin.

It’s just an escalation of this one time Palpatine wants Anakin to not have rifts and trust issues with a person, at least not until later, because he needs information.

Meanwhile, that very moment, Rey is just like "huh, nobody here is listening to me about how make a sixth-hand carburetor work, where's Luke's dad?"

Anakin is venting to Palpatine about how hard it is to talk to Rey, and she's over in the Temple just like "Hey, that guy was useful last time, I should ask him," but also she only ever thinks of him as Luke's Dad.

(At one point, Obi-Wan is having a bit of a break down, and then Anakin starts having a breakdown about that, meanwhile the clones are (badly) trying to hide Finn behind their backs, Rey is watching Ahsoka practice and being like "I want two lightsabers," and Poe is trying to keep R2 from stealing BB-8 and Force Ghost Luke is just face palming in the background.)

(Rey deserved a saber staff, maybe one that can detach and turn into a jar’kai set. Possibly a pike. Mostly I just wish she got more chances to whack things with a big stick.)

#Rey #Finn #Poe Dameron #Sheev Palpatine #Luke Skywalker #Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Darth Sidious #Plo Koon #Shaak Ti #Ahsoka Tano #r2d2 #bb 8 #star wars #time travel #Rey and the Grandfather Paradox #Phoenix Posts

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bcdwhcre · 4 years ago

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“Betrayal,” Levi x Reader

Summary: The 3 Titan shifters (aka Annie, Reiner and Bertholdt) had stolen the last Titan serum and you end up getting framed. While you get tortured by the military police to reveal the truth, Levi tries his best to prove your innocence.

Idk if this would end up being a series, it just might bc even tho this was requested, I’m thinking about having a spin where after the reader gets tortured, they have like a life changing moment (kinda like Tokyo ghoul where after Kaneki gets tortured, he turns into an actual ghoul) kinda like that so bear with me🤧

Warnings!: abuse and torture!!!!

It was a normal day, the only day off the scouts had and they all spent it relaxing and talking with each other. You had sat next to your boyfriend, Levi, while having a few drinks when the military police had stormed inside the place.

The sudden harsh grabs of their hands on your body, slamming you down on the hard table was enough to cause pain through your body and you had let out a wince from the impact.

Their actions had made Levi jump up and try to shove them off your body, his anger boiling at the sight of you being put into handcuffs without them barely saying a word.

“Back up, Captain and let us do our job.” The guy ended up punching Levi clean in his jaw and made him stumble back.

“What the hell are you doing?” Armin had shouted, all the scouts ready to fight with the guards as they yanked your small body off the table.

“Y/N is under arrest for stealing the Titan serum and helping the traitors get away.” They spoke coldly, making your eyes widen at their words and Levi had looked surprised.

“That’s not true! I didn’t touch it!” You shouted, trying to resist their attempts of shoving you out the door and you had looked back at Levi.

“It’s not true, you have to believe me!” The last look he had given you was disappointment and that had made your heart shattered as they put you on the carriage.

The ride back to their station was quiet, except their disgusting words that they shot at you to make you feel guilty and even a guard mentioned how beaten you were going to be after they were done with you.

Your heart ached and your body shook from the amount of rage you felt running through your veins. You were sure you already had bruises forming on your skin from the rough pushing and shoving against the table.

Levi had stood in the middle of the room, watching you get taken out the door with the small of blood running down his nose and everyone stayed quiet, looking at the Captain.

He didn’t want to believe it but why would they suspect you? Out of all people? It had made him overthink about it but the look of terror on your face as you looked at him one last time had made him feel deep down in his gut that you were telling the truth.

He was your boyfriend afterall, he knew you pretty well and have been for over a year so he was positive he would know if you were a traitor and if you stole something as big as the Titan serum.

As you were shoved inside the cell, being locked away, you were left to your thoughts and the tears threatened to stream down your face as you tried to think of everything- how did you even end up here? What led you here?

It was a painful topic to think about, to even think about being a suspect, to think about being a traitor. There was no room for you to be a traitor even if you tried.

It had taken hours before the guards came back to bring you into a empty room, tying you to a chair to ‘ask you questions’ but in reality, they put you here to enjoy the torture they’re going to do to you.

“Where is the Titan serum?” One asked, making your sad tear filled eyes to look up at them and before you could even open your mouth, he had swung his fist to strike you across the face.

The rough impact caused blood to spit out of your mouth and onto the wooden floors, coughing it up as you tried to take steady breaths but it was far too difficult.

Levi had finally went up to the station with everyone, trying to reason with the military police and talk to them about the fact that their thoughts on you were completely false.

They had surprisingly let Levi through considering he is a scout but when he got through the area he wasn’t supposed to be in and had seen you in the room, the way you were breathing heavy and the way you face was already beaten to the point where he could barely recognize your face because it was covered it blood- it made him angry.

“Have you even done your actual fucking jobs or have you been beating her this entire fucking time?!” He shouted at them, making you raise your head at the sound of his voice and your heart began to break more if that was even possible.

“We are doing our job, you’re not even supposed to be this far back here. Get his ass out of here.” The mp ordered the guards to drag Levi out and he had looked at you with a pained look, shoving the guards off of him and walking out of the room by himself.

He didn’t want to leave you there but there wasn’t a whole lot he could do except talk to the higher ups and try to prove your innocence to them but that’s a lot harder than it sounds

Throughout the night, the guards didn’t let you sleep one bit. The long hours of them beating you whether it was with a stick, a whip- it didn’t matter. They had even used knives to cut up your skin, they didn’t care- for all they know you were a traitor to them.

The amount of blood that had covered your entire uniform was sick, you could barely even keep your eyes open and handle everything. You stopped crying, you stopped screaming, you were just emotionless.

And inside your head, you had zoned out enough to not think about the pain and think about the harsh beatings they were giving you. It felt like you had changed into a whole completely different person and gave yourself a new mindset from all this torture.

And it took two days.

Two days for Levi to find proof, two days for Levi to run up to the station and slam the proof on their desks along with bringing the scouts for evidence to show them that the people who had stole the Titan serum was no one else but the two Titan shifters, Reiner and Bertholdt.

The way Levi had rushed up to the chair you were still tied in, the rope digging in your skin from how tight it was- leaving dry blood stains from head to toe.

The guards still didn’t feel bad, shit, they still thought you did it but by their boss’ commands- they had to let you go.

Your eyes barely opened when Levi stepped in the room, all you could hear was muffling of voices and a blur of his face come into view.

He wanted to kill them desperately. The way he would enjoy watching his blade slice through their skins like butter but he kept his cool, he kept it together but deep down he wanted to scream at the sight of you. You were awful.

He had scooped you up in his arms, you could barely see his face from the blood but you ended up passing out eventually.

When you had regain consciousness, Levi had barely made it back to the base. All the scouts had looked at you in complete shock and even Armin had shed a few tears while Eren threatened to kill all the MPs.

“Just leave her be for a couple of days guys, she’s in bad shape.” Levi mumbled, he didn’t want to think about it too much- he didn’t want to stare at your bloody state or else it’ll send him off the deep end.

He didn’t know what to do but simply clean you in the bath tub. He had undressed you and sat you in there, making sure to sit you up so you wouldn’t fall. You held onto the edges of the bath, your eyes staring down at the clear water that soon was dark red from your blood.

You remained quiet which worried him, he knew it must’ve been traumatizing but he thought you would at least speak up by now.

“Y/N?” He whispered, running the cloth over your body ever so gently and this is when he got full looks of your wounds.

Deep cuts and slashes on your skin, from your back to your arms and legs. It was painful for him to look at it, he knew you would need stitches for them.

“Will you be okay for a few minutes? I need to go get the first aid.” He stared at you but your eyes stayed on the water, your head tilted down and your eyes barely even blinking.

Levi had sighed, standing up from his spot and left the room to hurry to the infirmary and come back so he can stitch you up himself. While he was gone, your eyes had moved around the bathroom and the bloody cloth he was using to wash you.

Once you had catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you stared at it for what seemed like forever- looking at the cuts that covered your pale body. Soon you started to laugh while tears filled up in your very eyes and even a few slipped down your cheeks as your laugh grew louder.

He had finally walked in the room, looking down at you and had felt a huge weight pin down on his heart. The mixed bloody tears on your cheeks and the laughter coming out of your mouth had him frozen in time until you finally caught his gaze, your laughing coming to a stop and your sobs started leaving your lips.

Levi rushed over, dropping the box and leaned over the tub to hug onto you but not so tight, making sure to watch your wounds. Your sobs had grown so loud that the scouts down the hall heard your crying, the pain escaping your throat was painful to their ears.

“Hey, shhh.” He had tried to comfort you, the guilt he felt had made him want to punch himself for not helping you sooner, it was his fault you were like this.

He stroked your hair back, tilting your head up to look at him fully and he couldn’t help but cry with you. The whimpers that escaped your busted lips had made him want to break down here and now.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.. you’re safe.” He repeated until your breathing had gone back to normal, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

He had resumed what he was doing. He grabbed the needle and thread, slowly starting to stitch you up while you silently cried in the tub, the water growing cold as your body ached. He had stitched you up in so many places that he could barely count, they completely went overboard with torturing you and he felt like it was on purpose.

When he finished cleaning off the dry blood off your naked body, he lifted you up and wrapped a towel around you. He watched the dark red water go down the drain and he cursed under his breath at the mess around the bathroom, blood everywhere.

You were silent again, numb to everything you had felt throughout the last few days, emotionless but felt the need to scream again but your throat was dry and empty and sore.

He was careful to dress you in comfortable clothes, mostly his t-shirt and some sweatpants after he made sure to put bandages over your stitches and cuts. He tugged his blankets back, laying you down and tucking you in.

Once your head had hit the pillow, your eyes shut and he sat at the edge brushing his fingers through your hair, watching you for a while.

“I’ll make sure they pay for this, I promise..” He mumbled, more to himself than to you before he pressed a kiss to your bruised cheek.

“I love you.”

Throughout the night he had slept beside you but made sure to keep his distance, he didn’t want to hurt you in any way and he knew you haven’t slept the whole time you’ve kept by the military police.

As you slept, all you dreamt of was nightmares and to you they felt so real. The way they would hit you, it felt like they actually did and when they had walked up to your bloody corpse, leaning down and even threatening to cut off your fingers.

The way their plyers had gripped onto your fingernails as they ripped it out with no remorse- it all felt too real. Your body would shake, jolt and even whimpers would fall from your lips as you slept. It had taken a while for Levi to even wake up from your movements.

“Y/N.” He tried to be as gentle as possible, placing his hand on your arm and that’s when you jolted awake, sitting up and panting.

He had removed his hand when you shot up, hesitating before he reached out for you again and when you felt his fingertips- you flinched hard, looking over at him like he was a stranger.

“It’s me.” He mumbled, your eyes adjusting to the dark and you looked at his pained expression and that made your breathing start to calm down.

“Sorry.” You whispered, wiping the sweat off your forehead and you looked down at your arms wrapped in bandages, seeing the blood start to leak through.

“Don’t be.. do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” You said coldly, moving to lay back down in bed and had your back facing him as you stared at the wall.

Levi wanted to desperately take your pain away, he wish he could trade spots and take all the damage instead. But as he sat there staring down at you for what seemed like an hour, he was afraid of losing you and afraid that you were slowly slipping away from his grasp.

He thought about comforting you, would that even be a safe option? He thought. You flinched at his slight touches and he didn’t want you to become afraid of him, he loved you more than anything.

He decided to scoot closer to you, carefully kissing the back of your head and rested his hand on a safe part of your upper arm, making you tense underneath his touch.

“Look, I know what you went through was traumatic.. believe me but please don’t push me away, I can’t lose you.” He said softly, making your eyes water instantly from the flashbacks that flooded your head, every slap, kick, punch, everything.

“Levi,”

“I just want you to be able to talk to me, you’re not alone, at all.”

“I know.” You simply said, not knowing what else to really say about the situation. You were beaten senseless, out of pure hatred, it changed you.

You decided to gently turn over to face him, scrunching up your nose at the pain that followed as you moved. Your eyes looked at his, your bruised face had made his heart hurt more than he could explain.

As you two sat there staring at one another, you carefully brought your weak hand up to caress his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his skin slowly.

He leaned his face more into your hand, the most affection he has gotten out of you and even then, you hesitated, you wanted to pull away. You didn’t want to be touched, talked to, you wanted to be left alone but you had to think about Levi’s feelings too and what he did for you.

“Thank you, for everything.” You mumbled, making his eyes instantly move to look at yours with a hint of hope in them.

“No need to thank me.”

“But I want to, for cleaning me up and trying to support me.. can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

You sat there for a moment, trying to think of a better way to put everything and you sighed, your lips pressing into a thin line and even that had made the pain shoot through your busted lips.

“I just- I’m not comfortable speaking about the details but what I will say is, I’m not the same.”

“Ive noticed.” He whispered, moving his hand to brush the strands of your hair back from your face and he gave you a weak smile.

“No matter what, Y/N, I’m here.. to love you, to take care of you, all of it. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.” This time you cracked a smile, squishing his cheeks playfully as you leaned over to press a quick kiss to his lips but even that caused you pain in your body.

“I love you, Lev.”

Soooo idk whether to make a part 2

But if I was, I was thinking of the reader going crazy from the traumatic experiences and even going as far as to killing the guards in cold blood— no one knowing who did it except Levi. Blah blah.

Tell me what you think

Also this one is longer and I’m actually glad and proud how it turned out. So this is why I wanna start pacing myself, it turns out better that way❤️ but my requests are ALWAYSSSSS open, just be patient with me. Mwah. Ps, if you read all that, I love you.

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harrieatthemet · 3 years ago

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Mustache

He has never been keen on sharing.

And Gemma’s mere existence, as well as the small indent on her left thumb she swears is a scar (though Harry vehemently denies it is), is living proof.

Mr Ducky was his favorite bath time companion for a good bulk of his childhood. There were even times he’d carry it around with him in the house tied to a string like a pet, one of Anne’s fondest memories and favorite stories to tell whenever she found the opportunity.

Maybe it was Gemma’s own fault; she was only six at the time and was foolishly under the impression that the stupid rubber toy was at anyone’s disposal, which is what led her to try and situate the duck in her backpack as she geared up for school.

It’s also what led her to tears because Harry caught her on the way out the front door, Mr Ducky in tow, and he instinctively sunk his teeth right into the side of her hand in protest. And, okay fine, he may have bit down a little harder than he should have, but the overall message he was sending came across very clear. Gemma never touched anything he owned again for a very, very, long time; and eventually went on to tell everyone in her class she had a vampire as a brother.

“What do we think of this little number,” your hip jut, innocent as it was, just now became a permanent memory in Harry’s brain, “too much, like.. revealing?”

You like nice in red; devilish, even, and in the best way possible. There’s nothing revealing about the dress at all. Somehow, though, he finds himself perched squeamishly at the foot of your bed in complete fucking anguish. In theory, no, the dress is not too much. It’s the perfect ensemble and flatters you so well he feels like whoever made the dress conjured it up with you specifically in mind.

And no, it’s not too much, for literally anyone else except him. How is such a modest dress enough for him to think you up the way he is right now; bent over in front of him with your hair wrapped tightly up in his palm while that dress lays in a sloppy ball by his feet.

“Would be nice with nude shoes,” he mules, “like, those sandals y’ave, yeah?”

The way your eyes light up, that same way they always do when your mind starts to move at light’s speed as you start assembling a million different ideas into one, is enough to tug a grin onto his mouth.

He didn’t really want to agree to this. When you texted first to ask he ignored it, that way you’d have just carried on without him and he could blame a busy schedule or an overrun nap on his delayed response time. It’s much easier to blame a missed text for no response. Of course it’s not in your nature to send a text, and he knew that already. So it came a son surprise when he was bombarded by 4 phone calls. By the fifth one he had picked up, succumbing to you and just the flat out unfulfilled urge he had to hear your voice at the other end of the phone.

“Seriously Harry,” your voice is like fucking honey, sweet and sullen like it always is, and he’s in euphoria listening to it as you poke your earring through the lobe of your left ear, “it’s just, y’know I don’t- I’m nervous and I appreciate you helping me do something as stupid as picking a dress.”

“S’not stupid,” he reassures, “y’know I just like spending time with yeh, since y’so busy ’n stuff.”

Which is true. That’s the only thing that got him over here; and he rescheduled a zoom call just to sit in your bedroom for all of twenty minutes. Not one part of him regretted it, either.

“I’m busy?” You tease, “coming from the A lister who’s in London, than LA, than New York, London again, oh, than LA again oh, then ‘sorry love, m’in Tokyo.’”

Also true, he knows that, which is why he’s snickering at fault in response to your harmless teasing. He wouldn’t say it now, mainly because he doesn’t want to make it weird, but regardless of where he falls on the map he somehow still finds a way to fit you in. He’s never minded doing it, either.

Twenty minutes isn’t enough. Maybe another twenty more could be a sufficient amount. That’s almost an hour, right? Forty minutes is almost a full hour with you and he’d love to get even that much. Or twenty more hours, even, would be that much better. It’s better for him to think of getting more time with you than to let his thoughts wander and remind him of where you’re getting ready to go off to.

A date. It’s why he was so hesitant to come here. It’s hard enough as it is being a prisoner to his own thoughts, being around you and not getting to interact with you the way he actually wants; kiss you the way he wants, touch you the way he wants, hold you and talk to you the way he wants. Adding a new element to the mix, another man getting access to you the way he wants, well that’s just mental warfare.

You don’t know anything about though. And thank God, because if you could get a peak into his thoughts and see just a preview of what he thinks he almost knows for sure you’d ice him out in a heartbeat. He’s got a soft spot for you, nonetheless, which is why he swallowed the massive-sized lump in his throat when you told him you needed help on an outfit for a date and b lined it over to your place.

“Who’s this guy, anyways.” He chimes, following you similar to that of a lost puppy as you start heading towards the staircase, “Like, wha’s he look like ’n stuff.”

Immediately after he asks he wishes he hadn’t. The way that pesky fucking lump reappears when you wiggle your eyebrows in response, stuffing your hand into your leather purse in an attempt to fish out your phone. A simple response like ‘handsome’ or ‘he’s a nice guy’ would’ve sufficed for him. Seriously, that’s all he needed. What he didn’t need was an entire fucking slideshow of an above average looking guy. And he had a cool mustache, to boot, which really pissed Harry off for some reason.

“Should probably shave,” he squints his eyes at the photo you’ve got propped right in front of his face, trying his hardest to act like he isn’t so fucking jealous of that mustache, “kinda looks like a squirrel on his top lip."

“If I didn’t know you so well,” you tut teasingly, “I’d think you’re a dick.”

“You know me so well and still don’t think that?”

He likes the way your laugh sounds, and it makes him happy that he said something amusing enough to drag it out of you. And the toothy smile you pair with it practically knocks the wind right out of him. Everything you do seems to wow him, corny as it sounds. It makes him feel so at ease, and the butterflies he gets each time gets him reminiscing to the days where he was just a kid and had the worlds biggest crush on the girl who sat three rows ahead of him in grade school. He’s giddy and he doesn’t want you to leave for this date.

For a second he thinks about doing something elaborate; breaking his foot or faking an illness so that you literally have no choice but to hang back and look after him. That’s selfish though, and honestly just crazy and super fucked up, so he opts out of that. But he doesn’t want you to go so bad he seriously considers it, especially as you start sorting through the downstairs closet to find a coat that doesn’t clash with your shoes.

He could just be honest. He could just tell you that he doesn’t want you to go, solely because he’s absolutely infatuated with you and for every hour he’s awake and functioning you manage to consume every thought he has. He could just be an adult and tell you he’s got feelings for you that very much surpass a platonic, friendly demeanor. That might be a better way into persuading you to stay back with him than breaking his fucking foot.

“Ok now wait a minute,” he chokes, and there’s a painful twang that strikes his gut when you frown, “gotta tell y’somethin’.”

“What,” you groan, and he swears he would rather die right now than do anything else, “it’s the shoes, right? They make my calves look like I’m a running back don’t they?”

He wants to laugh but he thinks if he opens his mouth he would projectile vomit everywhere. But the thought occurs to him that if he does that than it would be an excellent excuse for you to skip the date. Though, of course, he runs the risk of grossing you out and absolutely humiliating himself all in one go of it.

So he shakes his head no. In fact he loves the shoes, and they make your ankles look slender and really compliment your legs quite nicely. Still, he’s scrambling to string together a coherent sentence because his brain is working a lot faster than the muscles in his mouth are and it feels like someone just super glued his lips shut.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” you tease, and the cheeky wink you shoot him over your shoulder just edges him even more if that’s possible at this point, “Styles.”

“I don’t want y’to go on this date, (Y/N).”

He’s well aware that he blurted that out in a way that he really, really, wish he hadn’t. Now the air in the room is stale and heavy, dense too, like someone just sucked all the air out and left the two of you here with nothing to inhale but words and unspecified tension.

And he’s starting to get more anxious as your playful manner dissipates. He can tell your puzzled not just be the demeanor of your face, but by the stance of your body because your letting shoulders hang the way you do when you’re a little uncomfortable.

“Oh,” you breath, and his chest starts sinking inward, “okay, I just- well why not? Do I not.. like, do I look bad or something?”

“No,” he coos, and he feels like the worlds biggest asshole when you start to frown, “No y’don’t- Christ, (Y/N) y’look amazing. Y’always look so fuckin’ amazing. It’s just-”

“What,” you huff, “than what is it, than? Why wouldn’t you want me to go?”

He’s really done it now. The proper thing to do would’ve just been to let you go, walk out with you and watch you drive off before he headed home himself. The proper thing to do would’ve been for him to just go home and think about you on a date with someone other than himself, curled up in a ball watching a Friends episode he’s already seen four times while he felt sorry for himself. But that’s not what happened, and what he should’ve done was just broke the fucking foot like he initially thought to do. That would’ve been less agonizing than this.

“Because,” he’s frustrated now, not with you but really just himself, “I should be taking y’out. M’absolutely in love with yeh, (Y/N), and I don’t have a cool mustache but I could take y’out on a date, ’n I want to so bad.”

There’s still that dense energy looming in the room, and his gut now too as he feels it winding up tightly in an anxious bundle of knots and twists. You’re not saying anything and the only thing he notices is that you’re breathing is vaguely staggered and your clutching onto that purse in your hand like he’s about to snatch it and run off. God, he should’ve just broken the foot!

“Please don’t go out wit him,” and now, his voice is small, “think it might kill me.”

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morvantmortuary · 2 years ago

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For the ask game

Maxi with 🌈

Thank you❤️

honey, I’m so sorry this took me five hundred years - it’s like my brain decided to take a vacation and it was super frustrating :’D

🌈- What does this oc like and dislike about themselves?

this question took me a good while to think about, bc no one wallows in self-loathing quite like our boy :’D thank you for your patience in the meantime <3

things maxi likes about himself:

his ability to handle genuinely stressful situations. his work (both day and night) has given him a good grasp on compartmentalizing his own feelings and doing what needs to be done. he keeps a good level head and always seems to know what to do during the worst moments of anyone’s life (including his own, not that he’ll process until muuuuch later). he’s excellent at improvising, be that for a funeral gone sideways or a kill that’s being more difficult than expected - he has a knack for utilizing whatever’s around him to help mitigate the situation at hand in a way that’s usually subtle but effective.

his attention to detail: he remembers things about everyone, be it the Guests of Honor at the mortuary, to his fellow citizens of Greymoon, to you. Especially you. he has a knack for remembering the small, casual likes and dislikes of everyone he meets, even if they don’t always voice those preferences aloud, which makes doing business and even just regular social things go so much more smoothly. but he also notices things lots of people don’t just on the surface, and it’s saved his skin multiple times in the past (both literally and figuratively). it helps him track his intended target safely from a distance when he’s pursuing a new sacrifice to the House, it provides inspiration and possibilities when he’s helping a grieving family with funeral arrangements, and it did wonders for him when it came to creeping around your house alone the first time and figuring out everything about you he desperately wanted to know about your life, from your taste in music to your sleeping habits to your favorite snacks to whether there were any recent exes he’d have to take care of you, early on in your relationship. 🖤

his strength. it’s mostly natural from a lifetime of (dead)lifting caskets and bodies alike, but most people who know about it have also suspected since he was young that it has something to do with him being the Flesh Specialist of the three Morvants. people don’t expect it from a soft-spoken lanky guy in a suit with glasses, which means he has more than one kind of unexpected upper hand in a fight if it comes down to it. but he more regularly enjoys knowing that he can always pick you up no matter what - helpful if something’s wrong, of course, but he usually only does so for more flirtatious purposes (or, yknow, keeping you comfortably pinned against a wall when he’s railing you).

how he looks in a suit. we’ve established that wearing a suit is definitely a control thing for him - the stays underneath are a kind of reassuring grounding mechanism for him, and he has a near-compulsive need to look his best for you a good impression on the families he works with. he quietly appreciates the feeling that he’s always going the extra mile, but this means he feels a little shy/vulnerable when he’s in something simple like jeans and a t-shirt (or naked, but he’s usually more focused on you when he is :’D)

his ability to take care of you, and how he feels about you. you are legitimately the best thing to ever happen to him - you’re both wearing the way you’re tied together on your skin now, which should be more than enough proof. he’d overturn the balance of life and death as we know it for you, and while he doesn’t think he deserves you at all (we’ll get to that in a minute), he loves you more than anything. your relationship something he treasures intensely, not just because he adores you, but it feels like the last shred of proof he has that he’s not just a monster lying to himself. (…on another note, he would curl up and die if this part ever came out, but the service switch in him loves how he’s able to take care of you in other, more private ways. he loves how well and thoroughly he can satisfy you, it’s a quiet point of pride he’d never cop to but definitely feels nonetheless. he loves being the person who gets to do so, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.)

his skill at his trade. he’s a fantastic embalmer/restorer for the dearly departed and still would be if he wasn’t a necromancer, which is important to him. he doesn’t want to feel like he’s just getting by on necro-magic and luck. he has a way of making sure funerals go as smoothly as possible, which is a hard thing to do when you can have lots of very emotional people in the room. he likes the feeling that he provides dignity and at least a little closure to those who need it.

things maxi dislikes about himself: (“Alphabetically or chronologically?” he’d ask with a wry grimace.)

he’s a monster. he is. he knows this. he has been for ages now. as much as you would protest, he knows just how careless and callous he used to be during his bad spell. how selfish he became, killing whoever got in his way just to fulfill his Chain, justifying it to himself with the fact that if this was the life he was doomed for, he might as well be everything his demons expected of him. he considers his current life his reform - he’s desperately trying to make up for just how bad he let himself get, trying to give dignity and grace back bc he feels he stole it cruelly from so many people. he’s always afraid he could, under the worst circumstances, become that creature again, and part of him is convinced he’s protecting people - especially you - from himself.

that he never seems to be enough. he just isn’t, it feels like a part of himself he can never separate. in his mind, he wasn’t enough to make his mother want to stay alive when rora died, he wasn’t the son his father ever wanted him to be, and while he realized with age he ever wanted to be the versions of himself his parents might have wanted, he can’t help but feel that his real self lacks something that makes people want to keep him around. he doesn’t have hector’s charm and rora’s grace. he’s too earnest, too soft. he’s always the tiniest bit afraid that one day you’ll come to the same conclusion, realizing he isn’t the partner you want, that he can’t give you the life you deserve. he’s sworn that he’ll force himself to respect your decision if it ever comes to that, and let you go. but he’s entirely certain you’ll walk away with his entire heart if you do.

that he’s a skilled killer. it was inevitable, when you grow up in a family of necromancers and a Houseful of demons that hold the key to your family’s wellbeing that require being fed, but he hates how easily it comes to him. he’s convinced if he were a better man, it wouldn’t be so easy for him to keep his head clear and his own revulsion for what he’s doing at bay, he wouldn’t find a perverse satisfaction in seeing someone meet a violent end even if he’s made sure they deserve it first. if he was better, stronger, he wouldn’t be this.

that he’s a perfectionist who can’t seem to relax. he was very much raised with the belief that doing your job well was just the norm, not something to receive praise for. you give what’s expected of you and nothing less. but this means his standards are incredibly high in lots of facets of his work, and on top of the feeling that he already isn’t enough, he just makes things harder on himself because he already feels he’s trying to make up for the fact that it’s him, so to speak. he wishes sometimes that he could be more relaxed for you - someone who could just show up casually, simply, and be effortlessly charming. but he feels like he’s always thinking, planning, having to stay two steps ahead for his own anxiety’s sake.

he knows he’s kind of weird and overeager even when he’s being friendly. his interests are understandably macabre, and he genuinely has come to love a lot of the mortuary arts - to him, it’s a long tradition of people loving and taking care of each other through the centuries. he’s always sought the darker side of things even in leisure, because he was always was looking for others who felt… like him, in some way. for a place he belonged. he can get too excited about getting to share that with people, and forgets sometimes about it being offputting to people who don’t spend a lot of time in his world. but he doesn’t know how to love anything in half-measures.

that his life is just kind of generally complicated, and he’s been afraid to share it with people for so long. who would want to get involved with him when they could have a normal life, without the threat of literal hellish danger always looming in the background? when he himself would likely do the same in a heartbeat? but here he is, and he does what he has to. he does his best to keep you safe from it, even though you know everything by now. he loves you, and he wants to give you a life that’s safe and peaceful and happy. he hates sometimes that all he can give you is the one he’s got, but he’s glad he gets to share it with you nonetheless.

thank you again for your patience, nonny, I’m sorry this took me so long! I hope this answered your question :’D 🖤🖤🖤

#nice people #nonny!!#maxi vibes #maxi morvant #maximilian vincent morvant #daniel brühl fc #*spongebob narrator voice* One thousand years later…

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akria23 · 3 years ago

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Okay some ppl don’t get it so I’m gonna clarify my first post on the episode - the reason I referenced back to the cut away scenes is because they’re important. This week the writers has thrown a bomb into everything fans thought they knew or had theorized. Fandom had 2 big theories (for this post I’m only gonna speak about the one pertaining to Sean/White) and it was that Sean knew about Black/White being Twins and that Black he knew had been replaced with White. Fans felt this way because

Whites obvious change - which Sean himself constantly mentioned

He found proof to things the group didn’t know about Black - Contacts, Glasses, Paperwork

Afterwards he speaks to Gumpa but we don’t get to see the conversation (It’s theorized he tells Gumpa about Black not being Black)

Sean checks Whites wrist after he’s tied up (this is theorized to mean that Sean tied him up to so he can check to make sure it’s ‘his’ Black that comes to meet him before he confesses.

Sean’s leading comments like saying that the other members are not very skilled in spying, that Black is the one.

And Sean asking White if he has a sibling

However these were all theories and assumptions at best, they never once confirm that Sean has knowledge of Black being a twin much less that he’s switched out with said twin. Even when he ask about the sibling there’s nothing that says he suspects or knows that the sibling is a twin or even that he knows what age he is. It’s def likely that Sean finds out about the sibling at all because of the paperwork that he duffles through from Whites bag. The leading comments can be just that, leading. Intentional red herrings that the writer placed in to lead us to this assumption that Sean knew more than he did. When Sean says that the team are terrible spies he could mean just that and when he says that White is the ‘right’ one he could actually have been implying to his plan of getting him alone and testing his feelings to confess, but like White we are so on edge of Sean finding out that we are easily let to suspect anything leading coming out of the man’s mouth. It’s the same with the wrist markings, he could have simply been teasing and engaging him in a happy but discardable moment as it is very possible for that moment to have just be flirting and not as deep as twin checking. And I think the thing that the audience gets so tied up on is having knowledge that the characters do not. Fans are actually saying that it’s ridiculous that Sean hasn’t figured out that Black is White and not Black because he’s changed so much. Most people around us change and they tend to change drastically if they experience something traumatic or life altering which is why the ‘almost dying’ thing was mentioned. As well as opening ourselves to people also allows us to change and Sean himself is a testament to that a bit. As he said this Black smiles more, uses his brains more, cares about him more (or at all 😂) but I don’t think even those markers would have the normal human thinking - omg he’s not him! He’s a twin! It doesn’t make sense for him to jump to this conclusion at any time. Normally people don’t think their lives are grand enough to have twins they knew nothing about existing much less changing spots. And even when it’s confirmed that he has found out that Black has a brother he still wouldn’t automatically think twin or that they switched places because..why would he and why would they? To jump to such a conclusion without some sort of proof or huge reason would be outlandish. We’d have to have a moment of him discovering they are twins (not just siblings) to have him have a reason to jump to the conclusion that they’ve switched.

Note: Inserting this paragraph from my original ep10 take because the nuance is important)

The story could easily be read as - Sean doesn’t know at all about Black & White being Twins (if we go by episode 10) these moments where he’s encountering evidence is not him piecing together that the differences he’s spotting in Black is because he’s not Black - instead it seems he feels as though he’s discovering new aspects of Black that he or others in the gang knew nothing about. He thinks that he’s getting to know the ‘real black’ rather than being aware or suspicious about the identity even with knowledge that Black has a sibling. Now this of course is only an assumption going from episode 10 unfolding - his reactions and pain to Black attacking him and not questioning it.

We are also given big hints that co-sign he certainly doesn’t know or shots that he will later call upon for future reference of differentiation.

• Black Smoking - White doesn’t smoke nor has Sean seen him partake in the habit since he refused the first time.

• Black’s standoff & cold demeanor where as White is playful and teasing

• Black kisses with his eyes closed and not open as we find White likes to do. In fact Sean keeps his eyes open, seemingly assuming that Black will do the same but he doesn’t. Note that when they kissed after leaving the warehouse and got back to the garage - all of those kisses they both had their eyes open for.

I think people miss how this flip done so unexpectedly is what made the angst of the episode so very potent. They’d been leading us to read the text one specific way, most had a certainty that Sean knew that Black was White and because of that we expected the episode this confrontation to go a certain way. We thought - because he knows of them being Twins he would also for sure be ale to tell the difference between Black and White and know that Black was there trying to ruin what they had thus being able to repel it. We thought we’d get a little disrespect and all would be well and instead they snatched that reality and even possibility away from us. The reason the violence hits us so hard, so shockingly is because we didn’t see it coming at all. We didn’t expect the vulnerability to be thing high, for the pain to be on all levels - physical, emotional and mental. Sean asked to meet in his safe space to let the person he loves know about his feelings verbally and not just s€xual. He wanted to formally ask to be together and he was happy and hopeful and what he received was not just disrespect it was an attack on the worst level. Because it’s the face of the person he loves not just beating him but demanding that he engages in the fight as well. That he helps them go back to the space they were in before - enemies (and I’ll talk about this later when I post about Black). No amount of pleading, no amount of clinging would change it. This was the person he was now living for not just walking away but putting down the challenge and demanding he pick it up. When we saw that…we felt it because we’d had no time to prepare for it or even knowledge that we should. And that’s the beauty of flip on the audience of giving them what they thought they would get but not near how they thought they’d get it. That’s the beauty of outwitting your audience. That’s where the wonder of thrill and shock resides. That’s what makes the genre so great.

(Please note the images above are from my post last week about cut away shots)

Now is it possible that the writers could pull a double fake on us? Yeah sure. We still have 2 scenes that hasn’t fully been reinserted yet. The first one being Sean going through Whites things. This one was referenced in a way during the flashback with White & Sean playing ‘Have you ever’ wherein Sean ask white about his eyesight being nearsighted (I believe he said near and not farsighted but don’t quote me on that bit) which we know he ask about because of the glasses and contacts. And he ask about Black/ White having a sibling which I assume is from the paperwork. But we never got a shot back to that and in the trailer he def looked at the paperwork more in depth than we got to see in the actual episode so there may have been more reveal information there that they have to present. Then you have the conversation with Gumpa - they cut away from the conversation leaving us with no details on what Sean told Gumpa was bothering him so he could very well have been telling Gumpa his finds about Black/White. However because we haven’t seen it yet we don’t know how in depth that goes. So it’s anyone’s guess if these shot will mean another flip or just nothing at all.

Do I think they will make a double flip & reveal that Sean knew all along - mmm I don’t really see the reason to to be honest I think this flip was magnificent and shook everything up I don’t know if doing it again will have a worthy effect. I think the angst that was necessary came with this flip as well as staying there makes more sense as well because there’s so much more left to handle including Black. So I could be wrong but this is my personal take but I do think they could double flip it if they really had wanted to. I don’t think it’s bad writing if they don’t double flip shock value, there was no confirmation on what Sean knew and didn’t know and they played very well in that gray space.

Now Sean does meet black again - and we can assume this is Black - Black because of him still wearing the same clothing the denim vest with the red hoodie. White is wearing a similar vest but a button shirt and not the red hoodie pictured above as that’s what we see Black put on in episode 9. It’s obviously been a long day & night 😂 as a lot of drama within them 24 hours. We would assume also that this is after the shooting and the beating and all that but that’s an assumption and we won’t know that episode 11 where this fits in the timeline.

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