#cmon she looks like an emilia

[sskurwysyn]

dadueso brainrot

Inspired by @signanothername's separated AU where Leo gets adopted by Hueso!!

To not let Leo off without any family angst, may i suggest: Hueso's wife dies when Junior was two (he doesn't remember her, but Leo does - he was 7)

Leo: "That's my baby brother, Hueso Junior, he called me a slur today because i woke him up for school."

[aegor-bamfsteel]

Talking about Hizdahr and Dany scenes in show, I wonder fans realize that Dany was literally behaving like Joffery to Hizdahr(who was basically in Sansa situation). There are certain book Dany fans who were unhappy with this because they think Dany was shown villainous. Like you mentioned that some of the scenes are more darker than books. Do you think makers knew what they are doing?

Well, Hizdahr appeared in Seasons 4&5, about the time the writing was getting weaker, but I think it’s apparent the writers knew what they were doing with Hizdahr, and that he was supposed to be a tragic figure Dæny doesn’t care about in the end (I mean Emilia said in S7 that goodbye to Jorah was “her shedding the rest of her humanity” so why not have the well meaning guy she repeatedly treated like trash be part of her arc?). No matter how you slice it, crucifying 163 random nobles without an investigation was a reckless move, as Dæny might’ve killed people who weren’t involved in crucifying the children—the show just made that obvious by having Hizdahr say his father was one of those who spoke against it. Same with her executing Mossador, a freedman leader who killed a Harpy’s son without trial; in the books Daario offers to kill them but she refuses and instead takes hostages. They tried to pull a plot twist with Hizdahr with many in the audience and even some characters thinking he was working with the Sons of the Harpy, but they stab him while he’s trying to lead Dænerys—the woman who killed his father, has him taken as a hostage, threatened him with dragonfire, locks him in a cell, forcibly marries him, belittles his culture, and threatens to destroy Meereen if they keep rebelling—to safety, proving he was looking out for her despite everything. Considering Dark!Dænerys ends up as canon in the show (and lbr there’s reason to believe it will be in the books), there’s nothing wrong with seeing her as the villain in her “relationship” with Hizdahr. In fact, it foreshadows her relationship with Jon come Seasons 7&8. I just wish Hizdahr’s death had more impact on the story, because he proved a lot about where her actions were going (as well as being a better leader of Meereen than Daario. Cmon show).

[scarlettconfetti]

(DCEU) EMILIA HARCOURT X FLAG!READER

summary: being rick flag’s sibling & dating emilia harcourt.

A/N: i have not watched a single episode of this show in my life & i never will. i cannot forgive that guy for what happened to rick flag. i do however, love my friend & she deserves this. i also love the scene packs i have found of letoa adebayo & harcourt & that one scene of milf waller.

waiting up for her when she’s working long nights.

emilia has told you before that she doesn’t expect you to, but you used to wait up for your brother to come home when he lived with you before he met june, so of course you’re going to do it for your girlfriend.

with task force x being top secret there’s not much she can tell you about her work & you don’t care, you never expect rick to tell you anything either.

however she does tell you about all the office drama.

especially when your brother is apparently the only one with the balls to tease their boss.

saving half of your dinner for later so you can eat something together when she comes home.

letting her curl up in your lap when she’s clearly had a long & rough day & stroking her soft, short blonde waves.

sometimes you’re comforting your girlfriend & patting your brother’s foot when they both arrive at your doorstep looking like they’ve been to hell & back.

when emilia comes home exhausted & in need of a warm, relaxing bath, you share one together.

wrapped in each other’s arms until one of you nearly falls asleep in the bath.

being her little spoon when the two of you retire to bed.

she might miss some promised romantic evenings when she’s had to work overtime, but she always makes sure to let you know.

she’s incredibly loyal & would do anything for you.

she’s incredibly protective.

you’re used to your brother being protective.

cmon it’s rick flag he absolutely gave her the shovel talk & she did not give a flying fuck because she would never even dream of hurting you.

she’s also seen rick after a night out with harley quinn when he ended up with the skwad tattoo & saw him crying about how much he loved his girlfriend for hours.

she ain’t scared of him.

anyway he absolutely set up a top notch security system in your home.

harcourt matched that though.

there’s probably several security systems in your home with her.

she wants you to be safe & goes a little overboard sometimes.

you both probably have a pet of some kind.

she looks like a cat person.

she is incredibly gentle with you.

forehead kisses.

she loves it when she can just fall into your arms after a long day.

emilia just loves coming home to you.

however, the worst day of her life is when she has to come home to you after the mission in corto maltese is over & she has to tell you that your brother is dead.

she doesn’t know how she’ll be able to look you in the eye when she is later assigned to a case which involves working with your brother’s killer.

A/N: the things i do for my friend 😂 i miss flag so much.

[antqsdxti]

“My biggest fear is drunkenly saying something I wasn’t supposed to say.” –“Oh, like, last night.”

Simon always enjoyed closing the Jam and Roller unlike the other boys. He always found it relaxing and peaceful. While he was closing up, he noticed his guitar on the stage and started playing with it. Before he knew it he was strumming the chords to Como Me Ves. Simon couldn’t stop thinking about but she was indeed a traitor. He had given her the change but she misused it. There was no way that he could ever apologize to her. But he just couldn’t. Every second of every day he couldn’t get her off his mind. The kisses they had shared, the secrets exchanged, it was all a lie to her, nothing more than a game. Simon put the guitar down and locked the Jam and Roller doors. It was around 11 in the night and Simon felt a slight breeze pick up. He absolutely loved nights like this. That was until he got a call. Simon reached into his pocket as he saw it was Ámbar. “Ambar?” Simon asked as he answered the phone. “Oh Simon thank goodness you answered, I thought I was going to die here,” Ambar giggled. Simon stood there in confusion. Why is she giggling like that? Simon thought. It wasn’t like Ambar to laugh, more or less giggle. “Why- Why did you think you would die?” Simon asked, hoping for a concrete answer. “I don’t know there’s lots of swaying lights and lots of people crying, laughing, dancing but I don’t know where I am,” Ambar cried. “Lots of swaying lights?” Simon told himself. “Well were you with anyone, perhaps Emilia?” “Emilia, like the Elephant?” Ambar laughed. Simon doubled in laughter. “Simon it’s not funny I’m scared and in the middle of nowhere what do I do?” Ambar whined. Simon took deep breaths, trying not to die of laughter. He finally realized what was wrong with Ambar. “Oh she’s drunk,” he realized. 

There was only one bar in the vicinity of where they lived in Buenos Aires so Simon made his way there. It’s not like Simon ever drank, the Roller Band had played there a couple times and he knew the area pretty well. As Simon was walking there, he got a phone call from Matteo. “Where are you Simon, you promised we’d rehearse after you closed up the roller,” Matteo said. “Something came up Matteo, I can’t really explain right now but I just need you to do me a favor,” Simon urgently whispered making sure no one else heard him. “Yea sure, what’s up?” Matteo asked. “Take Luna on a date or something, just get her out of the mansion for a while,” Simon said. There was a pause from Matteo before he said, “I’ll do it, but why are you asking me this?”. “Matteo I don’t have time to explain but please just get Luna and if you can, her parents out of the mansion or distracted alright?” Simon begged. “Alright fine but you owe me one,” Matteo laughed. “Honestly I really don’t owe you anything,” Simon chuckled. As he turned the corner he saw the bar. “Here goes nothing,” Simon thought. He pushed his way through the bar trying to find Ambar. He went up to the bar and asked someone, “Have you seen a blonde girl with pink extensions dressed in all black? She’s probably around 5’5?”. “Yeah she looked pretty drunk. I think she’s in the bathroom,” The waiter said. “Are you her boyfriend?”. Simon froze at that, “Not really but yes,” Simon played off. “But thank you so much,” Simon said to the waiter as he made his way to the back. He knocked on the bathroom door,

 “Ambar, it’s me Simon Alvarez, the guitarist for the roller band, your ex,”. Ambar opened the bathroom door as she stumbled out of it and into Simon’s arms. “Thank god you're here I thought I was going to be lost forever,” Simon pulled her onto his back, “Cmon lets take you home,”. “WHEEEEE!! PIGGY BACK RIDES,” Ambar laughed. Simon started to laugh as he walked through the streets of Argentina with Ambar on his back. Ambar was blabbering all sorts of nonsense as he walked her to the Benson Mansion. “Did you know that Luna is Sol Benson? Apparently 1+1 = 2 who knew?” Ambar gasped. Simon chuckled as he walked them into the complex where the mansion was located. “What’s so funny?” Ambar whined, cluelessly. “Nothing,” Simon said. “Ambar can you tell me which window leads to your room?” Simon said leading them to the lawn in between the Benson Mansion and the fence. Ambar squinted at the windows. She was used to sneaking out so she marked her window sill with a black handkerchief. “That one!” Ambar giggled pointing to the window with the black handkerchief. Simon internally cursed. That was too high for him to open the window and get Ambar inside. “Don’t die, I’ll be right back,” Simon said, sprinting to the warehouse. “Where are you going?” Ambar cried, delirious. 

Simon came back with a ladder and placed it on the building. “Ambar, I want you to hold this ladder very tightly, alright? If you let go I will fall and die,” he said very seriously. Ambar gulped and said, “I don’t want you to die Simon so I will hold onto this with my whole life,”. Simon smiled at her. Even though she was quite literally a mess, her bright blue eyes shone through the night sky. She was stunning. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?” Ambar asked. “You’re really pretty,” Simon whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Ambar was starting to realize that Simon still had feelings for her. She obviously couldn’t admit that she was in love with him but the alcohol was kicking in and her consciousness was dropping in and out. Ambar gripped the ladder as tight as she could as Simon climbed up to her window and opened the latch. Simon jumped down as he and Ambar stared at each other for a couple minutes, taking in the other’s presence. Simon knew that Ambar wouldn’t remember this night but he would for the rest of his life. “Ambar, I think this is where I leave, once you get up there close the window and I’ll be on my way,” Simon explained. “Wait, Simon can you stay? I need you,” Ambar pouted. Simon’s heart melted. It didn’t matter that she was drunk, it mattered that it was coming out of Ambar’s mouth. “I don’t wanna get caught by Luna’s parents but yes, I’ll stay,” he told her. Simon placed Ambar in her room and was about to leave when Ambar grabbed his hand and pulled into a kiss. The kiss was full of passion as Ambar’s hands went to his hair. Simon’s hands went to Ambar’s waist. Both of them stumbled onto Ambar’s bed, now making out. But then Simon realized something. “This isn’t right Ambar, you’re dating Benicio and after all you’re DRUNK,”. “Since when was I dating Benicio? As far as I’m concerned he can go die and I’d be happy,” Ambar laughed. “As much as I hate him, don't say that,” Simon said pacing around her room. “Plus I can’t help it, you’re so hot,” Ambar moaned. Simon froze, blushing. “She’s drunk, she’s drunk, don’t let it get to your head,” Simon thought. Although that was something Simon had always wanted to hear from her. “Honestly just fuck me already,” Ambar groaned. “Honestly I would love to fuck you right now but I can’t,” Simon confessed. “Shit I said that out loud” Simon cursed. Ambar’s face flushed realizing what he had just said. “I hate you so much that I love you Simon, you’re irresistible,” Ambar giggled drunkenly. 

7 hours later 

Ambar woke up tired and confused. Just as she was about to get up she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She slowly turned around and saw Simon peacefully sleeping next to her. Ambar was not only in shock but she was scared. What had she done that was so bad and why was Simon with her? “Simon, what are you doing here?” Ambar asked, shaking him awake. “Five more minutes,” Simon groaned. Ambar sighed as she laid back down and looked at Simon. “I’ll ask you again, what are you doing here?” “You asked me to stay with you, so I did,” he responded simply, turning so that they were facing each other. Ambar’s eyes grew wide, “I did?”. Simon nodded his head. “Yeah you were pretty drunk last night,” he chuckled. “You wanna know something?” Ambar asked, turning to face Simon. “Yeah?”. “One of my biggest fears is to drunkenly say something I wasn’t supposed to say.” –“Oh, like, last night.”. “What did I say?” Ambar panicked. Simon stifled a laugh. “Dale Simon, tell me,” Ambar groaned. “You said to me, honestly just fuck me already,”.  Ambar froze, “I- I said that?” Ambar couldn’t believe what she had said to him. It was as though her drunk self was right and that she had let out what normal Ambar had always wanted to say. Simon nodded, laughing, “You also called Emilia an Elephant,” Ambar couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, drunk Ambar is something else,” she joked. Simon laughed with her. “However the funny thing is that I remember you saying something along the lines that you would love to fuck me or something,” Ambar remembered, confused. “Ambar?” Emilia called from outside her door. “Shit! Hide!” Ambar said, pushing Simon into her closet.   

[santos-emilia]

TW: drug use, alcohol, blood, public whipping

She was alone… again. Tony had left a couple weeks before, just after the victory tour had come through town. Left her alone for more than a night or two the first time in eight years and she wasn’t sure how to handle that.

The house was a mess, clothes and empty liquor bottles littered around in her disregard. The sound of a corrido from some vinyl of a long lost band playing on the record player in the living room, both heirlooms from her father, things she’d found stashed when he died. She was off her face, it was only half past noon and already a half a fifth of tequila was gone and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept decently - probably not since Antonio was home last.

Emilia danced through the house, not a care in the world. She paused in front of her dresser, fingers dancing over the surface as her eyes looked at herself in the mirror that sat above the dresser. She looked tired, she probably was. Her gaze dropped to the glass plate that sat in between her hands and the white powder that dusted the surface. Her finger tapped against the polished mahogany for a moment. She licked her finger, wiped it through what remained of her current drug of choice and rubbed it against her gums. The euphoria was quick, as always and she was back to moving down the hallway and to the bathroom, fingers tapping against her bare legs as she started the faucet of the bath.

She rubbed her nose, jumping when she heard the bang of a loud knock at the front door, thrice in succession. “Fuck.” She muttered, turning the faucet off and hurrying back to her room. She tugged on a pair of jeans she found on her floor as she ran down the stairs, another succession of knocks sounding through the house. She threw a glance around the living room as she lifted the arm of the record player and moved to the door.

Her fingers brushed through her hair quickly and threw one last glance around, opening the door. The sigh of relief that left her lips was audible when she recognized the man on her door step. “Shit, Ares… here to give me a heart attack?” She muttered, stepping back to allow the off duty peace keeper into her house. “My order shouldn’t be here yet, what are y…” Her words that were coming entirely too fast as her heart raced still, the rhythm sounding behind her ears, were cut off when he raised his hand.

“Em… you need to come with me.”

“Wha- No, Ares.” She shook her head, moving away from him and picking up a crystal glass with the remnants of tequila from the previous day - or a few days - and swallowing it back. “I haven’t slept in days…” Which they both knew meant she’d been on a binder for days, a constant cycle of booze and coke.

“No… Mrs. Santos.” His voice commanded her attention and she paused to look over at him, sitting the crystal glass aside. “They brought Tony back. I don’t know, Emilia, something about being a traitor… Alice. Do you know anything about that?”

And just like that the high was gone, the fogginess of the booze evaporated. Her blood turned icy and worst case scenarios rushed through her mind. Snow was willing to kill Tony just for wanting to stay home with her while she was pregnant. Now he’d been caught in the rebellion. “Shit.” It was audible as she turned to hurry back up the stairs, muttering the expletive several times over. “You know where he is? I need you to take me to him.” She shouted down the staircase as she grabbed a shirt to pull over her camisole.

“That is what I am trying to do, if you would stop flitting about.”

She could hear the irritation in his voice even from the second floor, but she paid it no mind. Her finger was once again wetted, wiped through the dusting of powder, making sure to secure all that remained and then rubbed onto gums. She stumbled down the stairs, gathering a pair of shoes from their resting spot at the base of the stairs.

“You’re high.” It was simple and her eyes met his.

“No shit.” She snapped, pulling on the second shoe. “That’s a surprise to you? Gonna arrest me now?” Her heart was racing again, her finger tapping against her leg as she sniffed again. “Let’s go.” She finally motioned to the door after several seconds of staring at the man she’d come to think of as a friend, even if he was her dealer.

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Ares had lead the way to the district square. Emilia’s heart still pounded behind her ears, fingers tapping anxiously against her leg. She could hear the sound of people, a lot of them, moments before she saw the crowd. Her feet slowed, her fingers stilling against her leg. This was a public show.

“Cmon.” It was Ares hand at her back, but not quite touching (respecting that boundary he knew well) that urged her on as her feet stilled, terrified of what she might find on the other side of the crowd.

Her feet had almost slowed to a stop, only a couple of feet behind the crowd now. The pounding of her heart nearly drowned out the words coming from the head peace keeper int he center of it all. Traitor. Blasphemy. Not even the victors. She picked those words out just seconds before the sound of a scream. And suddenly it was if her feet were moving of their own accord, pushing through the crowd, loosing Ares even if only for a moment. She knew that voice, the strangled cry and it made her blood turn to ice all over again.

Ares grabbed her arm just before she could break completely through the crowd. “Stop Emilia. You run out there and you join him.” He warned despite her yanking her arm in an attempt to free herself. “Even possibly end up dead - you’re high.” He reminded through clenched teeth, his voice entirely too close to her ear for her comfort.

“I don’t give a shit. Let me go.” She demanded, twisting her arm to twist his backwards. She was out of his hold the moment his fingers loosened.

“Stop! Let him go.” This time she was stopped by a peacekeeper in uniform as he stepped in front of her, her voice drowned out by the crowd around her.

But she would have stopped anyway as her eyes finally fell on her husband. He was chained to a whipping post and obviously had been for a while. She should have known he had been by his scream. The back of his shirt was ripped open. His back was bloody and raw and her chin quivered as she tried to hold back a sob.

“Get the fuck out of my way. Now.” Instead of letting the sob out, she shouted at the faceless peacekeeper. She didn’t know any of them aside from Ares, she didn’t care even if she did. This was her husband, her love, her corozan and his pain radiated through her with each crack of the whip.

A hand fell around her waist, boundaries or not, and she was tugged away from the white mask of the peacekeeper. She knew it was Ares and she threw her elbow back into his side earning her a grunt, but he didn’t let go, instead pulling her away from the other peacekeepers and the crowd.

“Emilia you have to stop. They will kill you.” He warned as she struggled, his other arm struggling to capture both of her arms in his hold.

“Let me go, Ares, god damn it.” She stilled for only a moment, waiting and testing. She wanted out of his hold for more than just one reason now. She didn’t like being touched, not by anyone but Tony. “I will turn you in,” It was a threat, despite the fact her skin was crawling, and they both knew as to what.

“And loose your supply?”

“I’ll let Diana die.” Her breathing was now coming in sharper pants, her chest felt tight. She needed out of his hold right now now, but he wasn’t letting her go.

His grip still didn’t loosen but he did lean down to whisper into her hair, “I know better than that, Emilia.” She never did anything but her best for her tributes. 

Acting on instinct, she took advantage in his change in position and threw her head back, hearing the crunch of cartilage. She felt his grip loosen once more as his hand flew to his now bleeding nose and she was gone again and Ares let her go seeing the head peacekeeper distancing herself from the captive man and deciding Emilia was no longer in so much of a danger, at least now.

Emilia fell to her knees at Antonio’s side, hands fluttering around his broken body afraid to touch, but wanting to hold him close all the same. Her chest still felt tight, but now for a totally different reason. The lashes covered his back and licked up his arms, wrapped around his torso in places. Blood seeped from his body as if it belonged on the outside and not the inside. 

“Tony… mi corozan.” It was whispered as her fingers fell to his leg. His head hung low, his eyes closed. The only sign he was still alive was the minute rise and fall of his chest. “Mi amor, por favor.” She just wanted his eyes to open. “I’m right here. It’ll be okay.” But she found herself questioning that statement. Would he really be okay? Could he survive this?