#congrat story i am attached to you now

[the-feathered-dragon-hoard]

I will...

[viviennevermillion]

With an s/o who is a writer

notes: so we have this now

contains: character x gn!reader, established relationship

characters included: leona kingscholar, rook hunt, idia shroud, malleus draconia

warnings: none

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Okay so Leona is like, the last person in the cast who'd be into creative writing if it wasn't for the fact that he was dating a writer but he's supportive. He's got the spirit. Even if he has different priorities.

Literally comes into your room, sees you sitting at your laptop and working on a story and he's like: "Are ya winning?" He pulls a chair next to yours and rests his head on your shoulder, looking at your draft with you. "Tf am I supposed to be winning?", you chuckle and ruffle his hair, gently scratching his ear in the process. "I don't know, the recognition of the internet people or something. You were the one who said 'Spite can be a great writing motivation' if I recall correctly", he shrugs and presses a kiss to your cheek. "It's not a competition, you know?", you laugh and get up, shoving your chair to the side to sit on Leona's lap instead.

He doesn't mind just wrapping his arms around your waist and letting you sit on his lap while you write. He'll read along and rest his head on your shoulder from behind, wrapping his tail around you as well. Now you have a clingy oversized cat attached to you while you work on your latest project. Congrats. He probably falls asleep halfway through, not that you'd mind.

It took a while for you to feel comfortable to show Leona your writing, because the second prince of Sunset Savannah could be quite the judgemental person. Leona would never mock anything you cared about as soon as he started dating you but seeing his demeanor towards other people still made you hesitate. But Leona has been supportive of you ever since you talked to him about your passion, even if he doesn't quite get it. Honestly be glad Leona isn't someone who'd ever start writing because he's inspired by you, he would turn this into a competition.

If you post your works online, Leona makes an account on whatever platform you post them on solely to follow you and support you. If you work on something for several hours and get less notes than someone with two paragraphs Leona is more frustrated than you.

He originally just wanted to support you but he finds himself surprised at how the plot of your stories actually intrigues him and he's curious what happens next.

If you write poetry, he's less involved. He just doesn't get poetry. He's like "why don't they just say what they mean?"

If you ever get Leona to write anything it'd be literate roleplay. Only joins because you asked him but gets really into it halfway through. Wants to make his character cool and wants him to fight the other characters. He's like "this is my character, he's a king and he can do whatever he wants-"

Leona's stylistic device is using poetic descriptions in the same sentence with words like "bastard" and "shitfaced" and he somehow manages to actually pull this off

You took him to tabletop night with Idia and Azul once and he got himself perma-banned from Board Game Club because he fucked with their nerves so much that they never wanted to see him there again.

He's worried you might be mad at him at first. "Nah it was kinda funny", you reassure him, "though if we ever do this again it should probably just be the two of us..." Leona chuckles and pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Rook writes poetry himself and he loves the arts so he's so on board with this.

But, listen. Rook is that one reader every writer wants but few of us actually get. He reads literally anything you write ever and he responds by sending you like a whole essay of his thoughts on the characters and the plot in depth and how it made him feel.

"Beauté", Rook tears up and pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead enthusiastically, "I must thank you, mon chéri / ma chérie, by sharing the work you put your heart into with me and presenting me with the result of your creativity and passion; you have made my heart feel a little more complete and my mind more enlightened. Because you have chosen to let me view the beauty that is your prose and poetry, every day I get one step closer to truly call myself le chasseur d'amour! Truly extraordinary!" He takes your hands into his and looks deeply into your eyes as he tells you this; like he's confessing the full extent of his love to you. He cups your cheeks and kisses your lips softly, trying to convey all the feelings that overwhelm his heart and that words would never do justice to you.

He will gush about your works to Vil and Epel so much that they are tired of hearing about it.

He’d be happy if you tell him your thoughts about his poetry too. He writes a lot of it but he doesn’t really have anyone to talk about it with because most people just don’t get his poetry. But if you keep an open mind and give him some appreciation for what he wrote, Rook is so thankful and excited.

He’s so excited for anything new you write. “Feel free to notify me immediately once you’re finished with your newest chef-d'œuvre, even if it’s the middle of the night and I am asleep”, he smiles at you and kisses your hand. 

He’s not kidding, btw

He wakes up in the morning to see you snuggled up against him and he gives you a kiss on the forehead, waking you up softly. “Ugh…just 10 more minutes”, you groan and bury your face in his chest. Rook chuckles and runs his fingertips up and down your back. “You seem very tired, mon cœur”, he whispers and presses a kiss to your lips. You kiss back gently and wrap your arms around him. “Were you working on your newest oeuvre d'art until late at night again?”, he asks and shakes his head. He loves everything you make but he’d rather have you well-rested and comfortable. You confirm his suspicions with a tired nod. “Well, did you finish it?”, he asks. “Yes”, you mumble and try to hide from the rising sun by burying your face in his neck. “Didn’t I tell you to wake me up, so I can read it?”, he gets up and turns on your laptop, carrying it over to the bed so you can enter the password. “I thought you were exaggerating”, you shrugged and opened your finished project. “When have I ever exaggerated?”, Rook asks and wraps an arm around you while his eyes wandered across the document, “you should know best that all I express towards you is nothing but raw, unfiltered honesty.” You sigh. “Right, you have a point.”

Getting to read your newest work literally makes his day. Rook is your biggest fan definitely.

Okay you can't tell me Idia doesn't write fanfiction or at least read it. That man has been through every genre of fanworks.

You write? He admires that. You write fanfiction? Even better.

Send him soul-crushing angst of his favorite characters please, his reactions are so funny. He's like "why would you do this to my poor otaku heart HEFHHSJEHFHSBFDBSNFXNNENNSNR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭"

He will literally commission you or request from you to write his ideas and surprise him with something he'd love.

He'd be like, kicking his legs and text you his live-reaction.

Idia is one of those people who request from you and make it so hyper-specific that you need to read into the lore of an entirely new game or anime just to even understand what exactly he wants. He'd send you "Can you write angst with this character if his love interest had the blood curse from the hit-game 'Below the 2nd Temple' but if the blood curse made you seek out the 5 goblets of wisdom and then drop dead. What would be their reaction to the one they love dearly leading such a pitiful existence? Oh and can you make the dragon from the sequel 'Below the 3rd Temple' appear at the end when the love interest runs out of horvathian gemstones?" and you sit there like what the fuck did he just say????

He's like "oh it's all on the official forum lore section" as if you're going to read in-depth lore for a game you never played just to write his angsty crossover AU.

"Why don't you write it yourself at this point?", you look at him and sigh. "But I love your works", Idia wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek repeatedly, pulling you into his lap.

He will absolutely try to bribe you into writing it. He'll offer you kisses and a nice, warm bath and a massage....whether you fall for it is up to you.

But he's so happy when he gets the final result. He geeks out about it to Azul who understands even less about the request than you when you first started working on it.

Idia would also do semi-literate and literate roleplay with you online.

Overall loves that you're a writer and will support you whenever you need it. Idia can actually be pretty creative himself so when you struggle to continue and lack an idea, he might just deliver exactly what you need.

Malleus has read many books throughout his lifetime. Be it biographies, fiction or textbooks about all kinds of topics. Most of them were outdated and the writing style of the novels he’s read has long since gone out of fashion. 

Malleus is mostly unfamiliar with the modern way of writing stories. Hell, many of the things he’s read have been written with a magical pen and ink. The Briar Valley castle libraries contain many books that are unique and don’t have any other copies in the whole world. The newer ones were written on a typewriter. 

He’s super interested when you tell him you write as a hobby for the first time. He’s seen many printed books since coming to Night Raven College but watching you just pull out your laptop and write a whole story in just a couple of hours is fascinating to him. He lets you sit on his lap and wraps his arms around you. He rests his head on your shoulder or against your head and watches as the words just seem to spill onto the pages. He reads along and asks you a couple of questions in the meantime, still being careful not to distract you though. 

“Why did the king say this to his daughter?”, Malleus asks with a surprised expression, “is he hiding something?” You chuckle. “You’ll find that out in about five chapters”, you turn around a bit to be able to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Malleus smiles and puts his hands on his hips. “And when do I get to read those?”, he asks and you let out a sigh. “Only god knows”, you bury your head in your hands, “if the heavens decide to randomly inject me with whatever writer steroids I was on when I wrote the first three chapters, it might be tomorrow after an all-nighter and an unholy amount of coffee. If things don’t go well it could be next New Year’s Day.” “But it’s January…”, Malleus sighs.

He’s always the first to witness all the frustrations that come with being a writer. He finds it amusing but he also hopes you always find the motivation and productivity you want. 

If you write poetry, Malleus always reads it with great interest, trying to search for messages within the lines. Before the two of you got together, this was how he’s been trying to look for hints of your feelings for him.

He’s so unfamiliar with the modern world that sometimes he finds out way later that something you mentioned in your works is in fact not a fictional thing you made up. He’ll smile at you and tell you how creative you are for coming up with all this fantastic and wondrous stuff and then you rent an apartment with him to stay at during your fourth year internships. “Wait, you’re telling me roombas are real???”, he just stares at the little apparatus cleaning your living room floor in awe. You raise an eyebrow: “You thought they were fake?” He just stares at you with a slightly confused expression.

Malleus is actually pretty easily motivated to write something himself. And he’s good at it too, given his eloquent way of speaking and writing that has been taught to him at a young age due to him being a prince. He has so many in-depth thoughts, it’s pretty easy for him to make detailed descriptions of something and bring a story to life. He projects a lot too. Like, you know him too well and you just know exactly where the lines in the story about the lonely gargoyle just wishing for a friend or for anyone to care about his feelings come from. But that’s a conversation for another day. 

[kiss-players-rewrite]

Hey girls, Marissa and Atari specifically (sorry Shaoshao), I'm gonna ask this.

What do you think about the Transformers? Like the Autobots and Decepticons? Since you girls have special bonds with them, what do you think of them?

Oh! Oh! Now this is going to be infodump heaven!

Oh no...

I have so many opinions on everyone, especially the Transformers, as I was obsessed with them when I found out they're real and exist alongside us, I was ecstatic! So, when I was still in the EDC but snuck off to have my own fun, I immediately went around and soon met Elita-1, who would, later on, let me meet Optimus for the first time! And man, was it a dream come true!

Marissa-san, you're shouting too much, I fear you're going to pass out from lacking oxygen.

Oh, my bad, Atari, I got too excited. Uh- Anyways, anonymous individual, to give a summary: I have been a massive fan of them ever since I was little (I say that as I'm 19, meaning I'm an adult, so I have an excuse) and still am, though I have a much larger love for Elita-1 since she's like me and I'm like her, so we get along quite well, especially in fusion, no cons, only pros!

Anyway, I'm done now, what about you, Atari?

Oh, um... Well, we already know my attachment towards Starscream and my friendship with him, but I suppose nobody knows the meat of the story, other than that he saved me... To explain, before I met Starscream, I wasn't in a good place, to begin with, I was sent to missions that would risk my life and potentially give me horrific injuries, all to retrieve pieces of a Transformer we don't even know the name of, and every time after, I always come back unscathed but mentally scarred. Every now and then, my only comfort was my friend Kayu-kun, full name Kayu Michikusa, who would come by and hand me some snacks while talking about pleasant things like flowers or animals every time I recovered from a mission or from... *hesitantly speaking* Ringo Chikuma and Amao Hitoshizuku.

So, when I was saved by Starscream, at first I was scared of him because of both his size and his affiliation with the Decepticons, but as he and I continued talking, I realized he and I weren't so different, he was abused by Megatron and some of his peers, much like how I was treated poorly by Amao and Ringo, and after that, we vowed to each other that we shall stand up against our oppressors and become something more than just a human girl or a giant robot...

That we are more than meets the eye. That was our vow.

Silence envelopes the room, Marissa looks at Atari with shock, jaw dropped to the floor. Though not participating, Shaoshao also shares the same expression as Marissa.

Oh- Oh dear, did I speak too much? I'm sorry-

Oh, no, no, you're perfectly fine, Atari, but my goodness, that was a lot to take in! Even if I heard that perhaps who knows how many times, it's still a lot to take in! Congrats on that! *gives Atari a thumbs up*

Marissa, do we really need to congratulate that?

C'mon, Shaoshao, look on the bright side, Atari just opened up about the horrors she experienced in the EDC, we both know how bad it was when we were part of it.

I'm aware, but we are just on the first step of it all, and the EDC is still doing bad shit under some of the public's noses. I can understand where you're getting with it, Mari, but save it for the end.

Man...

Anyway, while Shaoshao-san and Marissa-san are talking over there, even if my chest still feels heavy, I feel light enough to feel happy. Thank you, Anonymous-san, that's very appreciated of you.

[hughiecampbelle]

first and foremost, i wish you a speedy recovery! congrats with 10k <3

preferences: the boys series, any character you want. i usually gravitate towards men and morally questionable characters, but everything is up to you :)

1. physical: im 21, 5'5, slim, no tattoos, black short hair, i have glasses and i usually wear casual dark clothes, like really not flashy at all. really like going around with a backpack full of stuff for every occasion

2. personality: im agender asexual. basically im trying to logically analyze everything around me, so i end up being 'i told you so' person with negative eq. but really, im told im pretty kind to the people around me. i like interacting with my friends but i get tired quickly from it, so i self isolate a lot. i have a negative worldview. i'm prone to anger and control it poorly. i dont have grand goals in life, no ambitious, i dont strive for more because i dont care, im really only attached to life through the people whom i idolize and if anyone opposes me, my ideals and especially people special to me, i defend them relentlessly, im really only stubborn about them. and well, since my main interest is russian politics, i am really passionate towards russian opposition, so the hate towards the government, violence, dictatorship, censorship, apolitical people who dont care etc etc applies.

3. hobbies: consuming/analyzing new information on anything that interests me at the given moment; linguistics, computer games, drawing, writing, cooking, birdwatching, joking.

4. favorites: book – solaris by stanislaw lem; movie – tenet (2020); game – deus ex mankind divided; song – vertigo by edwin rosen. i like sci fi a lot

thanks in advance ☃️

You're the only person in Butcher's life who can tell him "I told you so". Coming from anyone else, it would set him off. He'd come back at them with quips and jokes and even some harsh words, but when you're the one saying it, all he can say is "I know, love". You're the one who keeps him (mostly) level headed

Despite the both of you being stubborn, you agree on a lot of things, especially when it comes to Vought/Homelander. The both of you would do anything to stop them. Anything. Your Russian opposition bleeds into an opposition towards Vought and Supes in general. It might not always be the best thing for everyone, but if it's the right way to take them down, you're willing to do it

Butcher loves that you like analyzing new information. You're the best on the team for catching things no one else did, seeing the smallest obscurities and inconsistencies in Vought's story. You're always finding something they could have missed. Your attention to detail is what's gotten them out of trouble on more than a few occasions

He appreciates your commitment to the people you love. He's been fighting this fight, first for Becca, then Ryan, now you. You're linked together through love and appreciation and understanding that you're committed to one another no matter what. Though he doesn't always feel deserving of it, you make sure he knows you'd never leave him. You'd never turn on him

Butcher was never really good with words, so he's pretty amazed by your writing. When he does try to talk things through, it all comes out wrong. It's jumbled and cynical and taken the wrong way. The fact that you can make your words malleable and work right and also sound pretty blows him away. Even his compliments come out wonky, but you've been together long enough to know what he's trying to say, what means

I hope you like it my love!!!! Xoxoxo💜💜💜💜💜

Want to request a ship?

[finniestoncrane]

I have become obsessed with Fallout 3. It’s very different than anything I’ve played before so it took me a few days to warm up to it… but oh boy did I warm up to it. I’ve been playing nonstop for over a week and it’s consumed my life.

I‘m deeply attached to my Lone Wanderer OC, I love wandering around the Capital Wasteland, and my companions (Charon, Fawkes, Dogmeat) are so important to me.

I already completed the main story, the Broken Steel DLC, and most of the marked side quests, so now I’m just seeking out all the unmarked side quests. I’m also going to try to collect all of the Vault-Tec bobble heads, just so I have an excuse to keep exploring.

Fallout 3 is love, Fallout 3 is life.

yeah fallout 3 will be my next endeavour immediately after new vegas, and i completely get you on having to warm up to it because fallout 4 spoiled my simple little noggin and now i'll have to work extra hard at figuring out the other games ;-;

i already want gob and charon and demond lockheart (a lot of that is because of @/apraxvalith's art like???) but fawes seems sweet too ;-;

congrats on developing brainrot for it though 💚 i love getting so absorbed in a video game that it consumes my every waking thought and then i come stumbling out of the fog a month later unsure of who i am but knowing something has changed in me for the better lol

[ssleepdeprivedauthor]

Chapter 2: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Summary:

“Alright, good. You missed breakfast yesterday, and I assumed you didn’t feel very hungry, so I didn’t remind you about dinner and lunch.” Leorio explained. “Breakfast is six AM through nine AM, lunch is twelve PM through three PM, and dinner is six PM through nine PM.” “Okay, but why did you say ‘dinner and lunch’? Shouldn’t you say, ‘lunch and dinner?’” “...Seriously? I give you that whole damn schedule, and you comment on the order of my wording?” “Well, your wording didn’t make any sense. You talked about breakfast, then you said dinner and lunch. It would make much more sense if you said breakfast, then lunch and dinner, since that’s the correct order.” “Stop being so nitpicky!”

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

What . . . 

Kurapika searched around the unfamiliar place, trying to find a hint of resemblance to an area he might know. 

Nothing. He sighed, wondering where he was. 

He looked down at himself, and saw the fake white blanket covering his body. And all of a sudden, everything came back.

“Your goddamn recklessness. Your recklessness, your rage, your thirst for vengeance will kill us all one day. I’m being merciful to you. Death is too easy for you, Kurapika.” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry will not bring her back! Your drive for revenge will destroy everything around you if you continue to live. You deserve to rot in hell. Until your skin burns off, until you are nothing but bones.” The man looked straight into Kurapika’s soul, cold fury displayed clearly in his eyes. 

“I didn’t intend to harm anyone in my path for revenge. But I have, and that is unforgivable. You will be doing me a favor.” 

“At least we agree on something,” The man snarled, pointing the gun at Kurapika’s heart. 

A hand rested on Kurapika’s, soft and gentle. He must have been dreaming that flashback. 

Hang on. 

He recognized that face. 

“Oh, you’re awake? I didn’t think you’d be up until way later. Well, um, this isn’t exactly how I expected us to meet each other again.” 

“Leorio? Is that really you?” 

“The same as ever,” Leorio grinned. 

“It’s been forever. I agree, this was very unpredictable. So, you’re a doctor now? Congrats, Leorio. That’s impressive.” Kurapika smiled, squeezing Leorio’s hand back. 

“Yep! Pretty amazing, am I right? But, seriously Kura, how’d you get so injured?” 

Kurapika’s face slightly darkened, his eyes shifting away, “Oh, well . . . it’s a bit of a long story. I’d rather not talk about it right now.” 

Leorio nodded, his eyes softening, “I understand. Well, you took a pretty nasty hit. You’re gonna be in the hospital for a couple of days.” “Alright. I understand.”

“You should rest. Press the call button if you need anything, kay?”

“Mhm.” 

Leorio stepped out the door, a pang of concern hitting him. Seriously, how did Kurapika get so badly injured? Long story? Yeah, right. He probably just didn’t want to open up, pushing everyone away again, like usual. 

Whatever. It’s not like he cared anyways. Kurapika could distance himself as much as he wanted, it was his choice. He wouldn’t get attached again, not to him. 

Leorio changed out of his hospital scrubs, finally ready to head home. 

Work was always exhausting, but seeing Kurapika again after ten damn years made him feel even more tired than usual. He wanted to go back to his hospital room, hug him, kiss him, and he hated himself for it. 

***

Worn out, Leorio collapsed onto his bed almost immediately. He took out his phone, scrolling through old text messages. 

If he texted Kurapika right now, would he answer? 

Probably not. He couldn’t bother to answer phone calls, why would he answer texts? The few texts he did respond to were all about potential threats. 

But, Leorio supposed, it wouldn’t hurt to try. 

Leorio: hey, how r u feeling? Is the hospital treating you well? 

*seen* 

Well, he read it. That was definitely a start. 

Kurapika<3: I’m fine. The hospital lights give me a headache. 

Leorio: understandable. I’ll be back to check in on u tmr

Kurapika<3: Thank you, Leorio. 

Leorio: np

Of everything Leorio expected to actually happen, Kurapika texting back was definitely not one of them. Maybe, just maybe, Kurapika would actually stop distancing himself from everyone. Maybe, Leorio could convince him to heal. 

*** “Hey, Kurapika! How are you feeling? Any better?”

“The painkillers helped.”

“Alright, good. You missed breakfast yesterday, and I assumed you didn’t feel very hungry, so I didn’t remind you about dinner and lunch.” Leorio explained. “Breakfast is six AM through nine AM, lunch is twelve PM through three PM, and dinner is six PM through nine PM.” “Okay, but why did you say ‘dinner and lunch’? Shouldn’t you say, ‘lunch and dinner?’” 

“...Seriously? I give you that whole damn schedule, and you comment on the order of my wording?” 

“Well, your wording didn’t make any sense. You talked about breakfast, then you said dinner and lunch. It would make much more sense if you said breakfast, then lunch and dinner, since that’s the correct order.” 

“Stop being so nitpicky!” 

“I’m not wrong.” 

***

Once Leorio left, Kurapika allowed himself to laugh quietly. He was still so easy to rile up. Their bickering, it reminded him of old times. Before he became such a monster. While Leorio saved people, all Kurapika did was kill. 

No, he was getting too dark again. Leorio saves people. A doctor is a noble profession, and he truly is proud of him. 

Kurapika wanted more interactions like these, more like the old times. But he couldn’t. Whenever he was near his friends, his rage started to fade. And that was what scared him the most. His rage disappearing, and the desire for revenge along with it. It was his duty to avenge his clan. He needed to complete it. He may have allowed that man to shoot him, but since he survived it, he’d take it as a sign. His clan was telling him he needed to end the Phantom Troupe. 

And never, never again would he ever hurt a civilian. The only ones that he would harm were himself, the Phantom Troupe, and the people deserving of harm. He would never be so reckless again. 

***

Leorio was deep in thought, trying to figure out what to do with Kurapika. He knew it wasn’t his problem, that Kurapika was his own person, but nonetheless, he still cared for him. And hell, if he let Kurapika go after just meeting him again, he’d never recover. 

At least for a month, he’d make Kurapika stay in his apartment and heal– emotionally too, if he could. He couldn’t lose him again.

Wait a second, didn’t Kurapika have ‘holy chain?’ One that allows him to heal any wound? So why didn’t he. . . 

Shit. 

Was Kurapika trying to kill himself? Was that why he was so injured?

Okay, so, he was definitely forcing Kurapika to stay at his apartment for about two months. And he’d start learning psychology today.

[wildtornado-o]

Forthing and Ferris for the character asks! :D

Ask Meme!!

Forthing

First Impressions - Unfortunately I don't remember too much of my initial impressions of him bcs they were so long ago BUT Vaguely. I can remember being like "Oh this poor new guy is probably not going to last long..." and then "They need to stop bullying this poor guy just because he's ugly." Basically just me thinking he was going to have something unfortunate happen to him like Laurence's other lieutenants had, and not wanting to get too attached jic despite liking him. I think I doodled him once but it didn't rlly look like him.

Opinion Now - I love him SO MUCH he's my dirty little alley cat my best friend who gets pushed in lockers my beloved slug that people keep stepping on <3 <3 He really deserves so much more love from the fandom methinks shfks he's so silly. I love how salty he is about his relationship with Tem when compared to Ferris' because like, it's so valid of him to feel like that but also you WERE rude to Laurence so like. Deserved but not for as long as it went on.

Favourite Moment - Either the scene where Laurence feels bad so he sends him off to search the island with Temeraire and finds turtle eggs and gets very happy about them and Tem is like "I cannot believe he is Talking to me EWWW" or the scene where he gets proposed to the Russian girl (I forgor her name) and She looks away like... erm... while her mom is amused and the other guy is laughing because everyone does Not think he is suitable. It's so sad tbh :(( this poor man. Always going through it.

Idea for a Story - Ok I'm not an author but I would love absolutely anything to include his son, this man is a Father I would love to see more content including that sdhfks

Unpopular Opinion - I don't know if I have any?? I just really really love him and (possibly?) think about him more than other people might. Also I think he is attractive. Sorry.

Favourite Relationship - His relationship with Ferris of course <3 <3 they're so kismesis coded LOL. I just think there are so many good antics that can come from them as enemies, friends, or lovers. Pretty boy Ferris and his mangy boyfriend. So O'Malley and Duchess coded to me.

Favourite Headcanon - I like giving him heterochromia sometimes. I also like the idea that he and Ferris are together but hide it under a guise of hating each other.

Ferris

First Impressions - I didn't think too much of him other than wanting to see more of him and Granby interacting because I'm a sucker for Lieutenants being friends. And then when he got dismissed the service I was like "Oh no!! Anyways-" and when he appeared again I literally forgot who he was UM. I am so bad at keeping track of characters I'm so sorry Ferris :((

Opinion Now - I love him and I feel so bad for him this poor poor boy. Congrats on the depressed dragon tho! I can't believe I forgot about his existence. If it helps make up my sins when I first read his name in my reread I was like "Omg!! Ferris!! Can't wait to see the horrors persist!" He's one of the characters who I just enjoy doodling thoughtlessly, much like Granby is.

Favourite Moment - UM either when he finds Laurence in Australia in hopes of working with him again (All of Laurence's crew are so loyal I love it sm (execpt for Martin. wtf Martin. And Dunne and Hackley ig)) or when Dyhern marries the woman he was into.

Idea for a Story - I'd love to see more of him and his family, maybe their reactions to him being dismissed. I know they were disappointed in him but I would like to see what exactly went down.

Unpopular Opinion - I also don't think I have any for this. Idk if it's unpopular but something about his ending was a little unsatisfactory to me tho.

Favourite Relationship - His relationship with Laurence, I love it so much. Guy who has no hopes of being brought back in to the service because of the reasons he was dismissed, yet chooses to be with his Former Captain anyways, because he was that much of a wonderful captain to him. His relationship with Forthing is a close second.

Favourite Headcanon - He and Granby are close friends and like to hang out together. I just really love the idea of them being besties.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Hi Rachel!

Happy belated camp by the way! I’m also participating in camp this month. I’m working to complete a first draft (or at least half 😣) of my first novel. I’ve tried to write novels in the past but always stopped after two-four chapters. Right now I’m on chapter four and I’m firm on not letting myself stop because if I do I’ll never know what I’m capable of. This pattern of stopping and quitting must end.

But as I started writing everyday— I started to notice how I feel during the process and I wanted to pick your brain about it. When you’re writing are you fully immersed in every word you put down? For me I kind of feel like I’m just getting words out. I have a decent amount of brackets at this point and it’s scaring me and my prose reads very… let’s just say Im not happy with it. But I’m not mad at the story. Im a plantser and to a certain extent I have to just let things come to me. But I can’t always wait for the inspiration. When inspiration/idea strikes I’m pretty in tune with my story even if I’m not a fan of how it’s articulate in the moment.

I feel like I’ll feel more attached to my story during revisions. I’d have learned more about my characters and world and can now tighten things up. But I’m not sure if that’s a normal process. I’m kind of worried that this means I’m not a writer. Any thoughts?

Hello! Hope Camp is going well for you! Congrats on trying to finish this novel, that's amazing!

When you’re writing are you fully immersed in every word you put down?

No! And this isn't realistic, so to address what you mentioned at the end this IS a very normal part of the process & you are absolutely still a writer. I remember when I was in grade 12, I was extremelyyyyy insecure about my visual art. I didn't call myself a visual artist, and my whole class knew about this. One of my classmates after hearing me go on and on about this turned to me one day and said "do you make art?" and I went, "yes." And they were like, "then you're an artist." And that has stuck with me since.

You NEVER have to do any one thing to *be* a writer. If you write you're a writer. Period. No shame in being proud of that!

To get back to the immersion question: no I don't feel this way. Most of the time, actually, I am very aware I'm writing and I'm not *in* that flow state. That's typical. But I've learned to actually enjoy those "meta" moments where I'm like "oh I'm writing a story." I LOVE language. Diction excites me! Syntax! My bestie! Learning to love the mechanics of writing can help in this time (though it's also just fine to be like "hmmm... I'm writing right now. I don't feel connected to the story).

Sounds like you have a great process mapped out as in you're already aware you prefer writing in the revision stage. That's normal--lots of writers feel that way. Actually, anything YOU do as a writer is normal because all writers are different. So what works, works.

Don't sweat--the first novel can be like "ahHHHH I'm writing a book!" But it's also a magical experience in that you're like "ahHHHH I'm writing a book!"

Maybe this is a hot take, but if you can, try to stop engaging with writing advice. I know I give writing advice & that this is writing advice, but the online writing advice community (me included) can make things feel like there are "right" ways to do things. There aren't. At all. There's no one path, no next step, etc, except for what YOU do.

Enjoy it!

[gateaugoutpile]

New favorite obsession: Inglorious Roommates by @honeyscapes

15 chapters out of 20 (says Ao3)

Pairing: Thiam, Trayden, Mory (obvs - only established pairing)

Features: enemies to lovers, and they were roommates, beach day, fair, highschool AU, frat houses, frat parties, lists, angst, so much angst, hurt/comfort, Peter Hale as a mafia Lord, bad!Peter Hale, no string attached sex as a coping mechanism, lacrosse, Thiam love water apparently, taking revenge against a shitty system, sexual abusers being punished, reference to comics that I haven't read (yet), love as an insidious thing, Liam has IED, Theo has PTSD, Liam is a kleptomane

As for the CW, it's in the fic but it's mainly SA, violence, sexual content, internalized and extern homophobia, references to the death of a close one, abusive parents, mafia/abusive and violent environment, medical places and situations

I started reading this story 3 days ago, I think? Well, three nights ago, because I didn't get much sleep. It's a great story, it's really well written, the plot is chief's kiss and the characters are incredible. Let me repeat that the writing is sooo powerful.

It gets really angsty real fast (read the tags and CW in Ao3 too and proceed with caution) but it's very well dealt with. The pain and harshness displayed are not there for you to enjoy in others and go back to your life, it's not voyeuristic. It's rather for you to explore and understand and feel the emotions of the characters. Which is why I said it's powerful: it's really effective at taking you in the story and never letting you go, at making you feel contradictory feelings sometimes, at making you alive or desperate with a look from a character or a simple touch or word.

BUT I'm very much a Hillside gal, and even though I am gone through a bit of shit, I have never been in such situations, and cannot warn further of the way you can experience it.

It's also iconic, there are so many incredible scenes (some of them have been done in fanarts, see original post!). Some are touching, some are bad ass, some are really hot, some make you laugh at their stupidity. All of them are imprinted in my heart now.

There's a lot of sass and witty comebacks too, which is a sure way to get me to like something. Sometimes it's meant to be menacing and/or mean, sometimes just annoyingly flirty.

The descriptions are fantastic. And there is a playlist! OMG the playlist. I love discovering songs by reading.

Anecdote time: the story cites Artic Monkey's songs several times, and it's a good thing I didn't read it earlier, because I used to agonize over my unrequited crush while listen to these very songs. So double layer of pain for me: the heart-wrenching songs fit the heart-wrenching story, and I remember my own heart-wrenching story listening to these songs. Congrats for making me cry, author!

It's a WIP and I am holding on the last chapter for now, because I don't want to be done just yet, and I like where the 14th chapter ends (what does that say about me, I don't want to know).

I used to hate unfinished works because I get really emotionally involved and it's frustrating not to have an ending, but I'm getting better now. I've read some fantastic WIP in the Teen Wolf fandom, and I don't want to miss out on them. The trip is as good as the ending!

@honeyscapes thank you for writing such a beautiful and powerful story, I think I'll reread it several times in the future because it's so rich and complex and well written. It has been a blast reading this, and I have no doubt that the Trayden spin off will be too when I read it. Thank you for the playlist!!!!

Inglorious Roommates Masterlist

A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example:

Theo hates his roommate Liam.

Read on Ao3

Trailer by @theoceanismyinkwell

Russian Translation by Polynchix

• All Artwork •

• Moodboards •

• All Trailers •

Playlist

Crack Tag

Inglorious Verse Series

~Special thanks to all who created anything inspired by this work, I treasure you~

[jackdaw-kraai]

Jack! I need urgent assistance!

Why the fuck is it so hard to make a realistic fictional language?!

I have literally scoured the deepest, darkest places of the internet to try and understand how to make my own fictional language that is important to story but I just don’t get it.

I have watched behind the scenes Star Trek, Game of Thrones, and Avatar to try and understand how they came up with such beautiful and articulate languages but once again, came up empty, it’s like trying to explain physics to a donkey AKA me.

Can you help me? And if you can, please explain it to me like I am a dumb toddler trying to learn how to write my name for the first time?

Oof. Now, there's many conlang guides out there, but they're all for people who actually like conlanging and I, dear reader, do not. I hate conlanging, I suck at it, and analytic grammar is a consistent foe of mine that I cannot beat. But, conlanging is one of the best ways to introduce a whole heaping helping of realism to your setting as well as getting you to really think about how said setting works as you need to figure out what would have an individual word and why. Now that'll make sense in a moment, I promise.

But first...

Jack's Quick 'n Dirty Guide To Conlangs For If You Hate Conlanging

Step One: sounds.

Sounds (ha!) easy right? Weeeeeell... yes and no. Now, the easy part is making the sounds, really. Just start babbling in a way that you want your conlang to sound like and get going! Sing a bit, put on whatever accent you want, really have some fun with it until it sounds right. You got that? Good, now note that down in plain text as best as you can. Do whatever makes sense to you, but make sure you know exactly how to pronounce the sound once you've annotated it so you can reproduce it later, trust me on this one. But now comes the hard part.

Step Two: IPA

If you don't know what IPA is, bless your heart you innocent soul, you're about to learn something that will make you lose a bit of innocence today. IPA stands for the International Phonetic Alphabet and it can annotate the exact pronunciation of any words in any language in the world. If you've ever had a dictionary in front of you and you see that little section underneath the word where it's written again but like, with upside down Es and symbols that look like æ and đ and even ɮ? Congrats, you know what IPA looks like. Now, this thing was designed by some very clever people with an eye for thoroughness but not for practicality. See, it can notate every pronunciation there is, but boy oh boy, will it not make that easy for you. Read up on it anyway, learn how to use it, pull out an afternoon for it, you're gonna need it. IPA Chart is a good website that will help you out here, it's an interactive version of the IPA alphabet with short pronunciation sound clips attached to each symbol. Done all that? Good. Now we get to the really bitchy part.

Step Three: notate every funny sound you made down in IPA

Yes, every single one. Pull up an excel spreadsheet, notate the plain text in one column, a pronunciation in the second, and leave a third open for later. Notate every single word as best as you can, and make sure to save your work. This is gonna be long work, this is gonna be tedious work, and it's gonna be necessary work. You won't like it, you won't have fun, but future you will thank you and you would do anything for that bitch so get notating until you get to

Step Four: What does anything even mean????

Finally, some fun again. Now we get to the part where you get to assign meaning to each sound you've produced. Remember how I advised you to sing a little song? Yeah? Excellent. A quick and easy way to get a bunch of words sorted is to write a roughly similar song in a language that does exist and one you preferably understand already, and use that as a "guide" of what each word is "supposed" to mean. Make your own rosetta stone! Give yourself a break, trust me, it's much easier this way. And don't be afraid to get creative. See one sound or syllable you used a lot? Great, that can be a pronoun or an article or something else that's often used in a language.

Example: I liked the word "ra" a lot, so that's the word for "I" in Karilaa. From there I picked a few other words I liked and roughly hashed out the following

Ra = I

Ta = You

Su = We

Vu = They

Easy, good, simple. I don't bother with gender because fuck gender, but if you want it, go for it champ, now's the time. And you know what else I noticed while doing this? I was using "ra" and "ta" a lot in the last syllables of words, so I figured out how tenses work in my language as well in one fell swoop and made them affixes to verbs.

Really, there are no rules, so make them up to suit whatever aesthetic you want your language to have, but make sure to write everything down. No exceptions. Everything has to be written down.

Step Five: Rinse and repeat

Congrats, you now have some basics of a language! You can basically use and reuse this recipe to get More Language of the language you already have and guess what! Now you already have some language so you won't have to start from scratch! It's like a sourdough starter! Now ain't that neat. Now, if you do this and keep meticulous notes like I told you to you'll essentially be building up your own dictionary as you go, ready to consult for all your future conlanging needs.

Now, is this how good conlangers do it? No! Hell no! Absolutely not! But I'm not a good conlanger, and if you want this guide, neither are you. I'm sorry, but I'd rather you hear it from me than them when they invoke J.R.R. Tolkien's ghost to roast you. This is a guide for people who want a conlang but suck at conlanging. This is a guide for people who can't do it all neat and according to the rules but need to brute force a bitch in order to get some practical results for immediate use.

Now go forth and create!

[radley-writes]

heyo friend, I see you give some really valuable and smart advice so I was hoping you would maybe have some advice for me too! I've almost finished my first draft of a novel and I'm thinking I need to trim the manuscript, but I'm not sure where to begin with deciding which scenes should be cut, or shortened, or combined, because I think they all serve a purpose. do you have any tips?

Dearest nonagon - first off, MASSIVE CONGRATS on (almost) finishing that first draft!

If, like me, you are a horrendous overwriter, it probably does need a trim. I will soon be joining you with making big cuts, but whereas I am sure you will be delicately snipping away with secateurs and scalpels, I shall charge in wildly, swinging a chainsaw.

Which, coincidentally, leads us to my first tip...

1. BE NOT AFRAID...

You can't chop up your first draft if it hasn't been weaned. If you're still cradling your baby close to your chest, now isn't the time to start dissecting it.

So, put the baby down. Walk away. Ignore its cries. Go fawn over another baby for a while. Sever your emotional connection to your firstborn, so you can mutilate it at a later date without remorse.

(On a similar note, nobody ask me for parenting tips. Like, ever.)

The point of this rather morbid metaphor is that you need to destroy that intense emotional attachment to your work, before you can tear it apart and put it back together without fear. I usually let my first drafts sit for two weeks to a month - but I have a very short attention span, and a terrible memory! I know some folks let their manuscripts marinate a year before digging into developmental edits. There's no rush. You've got time.

In addition to this - a good way to be not afraid is to save an original, unedited first draft. Please, please don't start editing your only document. If you change your mind about cutting a darling, you want to be able to get it back!

Plus, it's a lovely exercise to compare the polished final product with the original turd of a draft!

2. LIST, LIST BITCH

Before I dive in and start editing, I like to look back at my original plan for the novel. I try and remember all the places I think I've gone astray, and decide whether I think these diversions add or detract from the story I want to tell.

I then replot my story, using both my memories of the first draft and the original plot to work out where I'm going next. This is where you can start thinking clinically about what to cut, before you even dig into your old manuscript.

Some potential questions to ask yourself:

What sort of story am I telling?

Should the narrative be fast-paced and action packed? Suspenseful and slow-building?

What are the integral core beats of the plot and character arcs?

Which scenes help to move the plot or character development forward?

You should be able to flag up any scenes that don't serve a purpose. That's the easiest way to cut bloat.

However, it sounds like you don’t have any obvious irrelevant scenes. So, there are two paths ahead of you...

3. LINE LEVEL

Not all first drafts need massive developmental cuts. If you've let it sit, if you've gone through your plot scene-by-scene, if you're sure that everything is guiding the reader towards your conclusion... You may well be right!

And if you're not, trust me, your betas will tell you ;)

I hereby give you permission to dispense with developmental cuts entirely. You might as well hop straight to cutting things down on a line-by-line level, deleting extraneous words and thinking critically about every single sentence. It's amazing what this can do for reducing a novel in size!

Alternatively...

4. GO APESHIT

If you're stuck for ideas on what to cut, but are convinced that something is wrong...

It's time to play big and brave.

Copy your draft to a new document and go fucking apeshit.

Turn your original concepts on their head. Give yourself license to divorce yourself entirely from your first draft, and think about how you'd replot the whole damn thing if you had a chance to start from scratch.

It's honestly pretty awesome what you can come up with, if you give yourself that freedom!

In my latest story, I've just hit the second draft phase, and I've realised a central character is actually entirely redundant. I want the story to focus on the main character's goal. This other character gave the main character a secondary goal - which isn't inherently a bad thing! But in this case, it muddied the waters and reduced tension in the lead-up to the final climactic battle.

It's taken me YEARS to get to the point where I can ask myself '...would this story be better without her?' and give an honest answer. She's one of my favourite characters of all time, but she's holding me back. It's time to say bye-bye.

I'd never have realised this, if I hadn’t plonked down one day with a massive sheet of paper and gone 'OKAY LET'S PRETEND I NEVER WROTE A FIRST DRAFT AND I'M STARTING OVER, WHAT WOULD I CHANGE'

I hope that helps!

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: writing advice is subjective. You're welcome to try this out and see if it works for you, but please, nobody take this as The Biblical Truth on how to chop up a manuscript. Grow wild and free, my little sunflower seeds x

[phoenixkaptain]

Honestly thinking how sad it would be if Luke tried to train all of his students in the traditional, old-fashioned Jedi way because he never got to be trained like that? Like, he wasn’t raised a Jedi and he was just expected to be a Jedi and he actually has no idea what Jedi are even like because his two examples were both hermits who lived secluded from all civilization and spoke in riddles and who didn’t exactly teach him in a way that’s repeatable. Luke had to learn everything about the Jedi himself, and he looks at all of those old stories and old holocrons and he learns about Anakin and he just assumes that it would be so much better if his students learned the way they were “supposed” to.

Like, look. I am one of those people who honestly believe that Luke and Leia are a duo that, when combined, are the most powerful in the galaxy. Like, Anakin was overwhelmed by Force energy, but his children got half of that. And y’know, it’s magic space sci-fi and they’re magic space twins and it just makes sense to me that they’re more powerful together. Like, they’re super powerful apart, but together they’re unstoppable, that sort of thing. And I also believe that, ultimately, what saved Anakin was his attachment to his son and what kept Luke from falling to the Dark Side in the movie was his attachment to Leia and Anakin and so attachment isn’t bad, but rather can be good. I mean, I’ve gone out of my way to criticize the Jedi teachings.

But, would Luke know any of this? Would Luke, who grew up not knowing what a Jedi was and was trained while not knowing what a Jedi was and who tried to go on an adventure to find himself and figure out what a Jedi was, only for it to be repeatedly interrupted by Force Ghost Ben telling him he wasn’t ready every other place he went and Darth Vader sending literally the best bounty hunters to kidnap him. Then, he gets his hand cut off, and I don’t care how much medicine has improved by Star Wars time, there’s no way it didn’t take Luke a while to figure out how to use his prosthetic. And RotJ takes place a year later, so even if Luke only took a month to recover, how long did it take to plan to save Han? To get every piece into place? Surely, it took at least a few months? And that’s a few months of Luke still not knowing what a Jedi is aside from “hermit who speaks in riddles.” Would he really know anything other than what he’s seen and experienced himself?

So, by the time of the Mandalorian, he’s maybe had a few more years to do some research on what being a Jedi is, but look at his experience! He got trained for four years and then was told to face Darth Vader (not even in a fight, just in general, I think, it’s unclear to me) and boom, now you’re a Jedi Master, Luke. Congrats.

The two teachers he had were honestly pretty bad, all things considered. Don’t even try to look me in the eye and tell me that Obi-Wan did not set out on this journey with the intent and knowledge of his own demise. He trained Luke for, maybe, a day or two? He did his best, I’m sure, but he just didn’t have enough time. And what even were Yoda’s lessons? Be patient. Okay. The Force is strong. Cool. Your own powers are more than you might think. Right. Handstands, run around, do some flips, lift some rocks. What?

How can we really expect Luke to be a good teacher at this point? He barely knows what he’s trying to teach! And even if he knows how to do it, that doesn’t mean he knows how to explain it. Has he even ever heard the word “midichlorian?” Like, come on. Give him a break. He saved the galaxy and I’m sure there were a lot of loose ends to tidy up before he was allowed to go off and do Jedi stuff. It just feels unfair to expect him to be a masterful teacher right off the bat, when he didn’t exactly have the best examples. He can’t exactly put himself in a sling and ride around on Leia or Grogu’s back. He’s at a disadvantage, his only real teacher has been himself.

And even if Force Ghost Obi-Wan could help, I don’t think Obi-Wan would want to. Obi-Wan still views the entire situation as himself failing as a teacher. Do we really believe that he’s going to give Luke teaching advice when Obi-Wan doesn’t view himself as a good teacher?

And, I know there’s a lot of discourse over Luke showing Grogu his repressed memories. Horribly scarring a child, okay. But, look at Luke’s history. Leia remembers their mom’s face, but Luke doesn’t know anything about his family for over twenty years. Maybe he was wrong, but I too would assume that others would rather know where they came from, if they could. Maybe he was thinking that he wanted help and could ask Grogu what his teachers did, maybe he was thinking that Grogu would want to know and remember all the things he learned and, more importantly, the people he knew. I don’t know, but it just feels weird to be upset at him for letting Grogu remember these memories. They’re Grogu’s memories!

And, I don’t think repression is actually considered healthy? Like, it helps, sure, but it also means that you have huge blank spaces in your mind and your memory, and that’s sometimes even worse. Yes, Grogu now remembers the genocide of his own people, but wouldn’t he have found out about it anyway? He couldn’t be kept from the knowledge forever. And, isn’t it better to remember this stuff around someone he’s comfortable with? Even if he doesn’t like Luke, he knows he’s safe with him. Wouldn’t it be better to remember these scary things with someone you feel safe around? I don’t know, I just know that I have repressed memories and there are things that make me so uncomfortable and I think “What happened? Why am I like this? Why am I weaker than other people? Why don’t I remember?” and so I think it’s better to remember than to forget. That might just be me. I’ll let everyone defer to their own experiences.

And like, the whole thing where Luke told Grogu to choose between being a Jedi or with his dad.

Luke never got a choice. Luke never got an option. Most Jedi younglings didn’t get a choice, did they? Most of them were just expected to be Jedi or to work in fields or whatever, right? The Jedi had a lot of younglings, and all of them were expected to become Jedi or at the very least work around Jedi. And, leaving the Jedi Order is never brought up as an option. Being forced to leave is brought up, but never someone saying “Hey, I just don’t think being a Jedi is for me. I’m going to go be a florist instead.” Ahsoka leaves after they wrong her, but they wronged her! We don’t see anybody make the decision to leave just because they’ve chosen not to become a Jedi.

So, Luke giving Grogu that option is already breaking the traditions of the Jedi Order, isn’t it? Luke sitting down and telling Grogu that he doesn’t have to be a Jedi is a big thing, I think. He gives him options. And, no other Jedi youngling got that. Anakin certainly never got that. And Luke definitely didn’t get that. Luke is going against the ways of the Jedi simply by acknowledging that a Force-sensitive child who was previously trained to be a Jedi, might not want to be a Jedi. He let’s him choose. He doesn’t try to force him to stay, he doesn’t hide the fact that Din misses him from Grogu, he doesn’t keep Din’s present from Grogu. And he could have, so easily, done any of that. But, instead, he sat down and let Grogu choose.

Also, Grogu’s options being Yoda’s lightsaber and the little shirt from Din are apart of the ongoing theme in the series of “Old ways have to change.” This is Din’s story arc, this is the Galaxy’s story arc, this is a lot of characters’ story arcs. This is a more visual representation of the choice most characters make between staying in the past or moving to the future. And, honestly, neither is really looked down upon, if you think about it. Like, yes, the obvious moral the story pushes is that change is good and change is for the best, but the story also shows us Boba Fett in a positive light. Boba has spent how long trying to get his armour, his past, back? Not just his past, but a past that’s representative of Jango Fett and the countless clones? Boba is remembering the past and still looking to the future and he’s supposed to be a cool guy you want to take advice from.

This is long, I know, and it’s rambly, but I feel a bit bad seeing people badmouth Luke. And it’s just, Luke’s life has always seemed really sad to me! Luke spent the first nineteen years of his life feeling like he was meant to be somewhere else, like he was missing something, and all he wants to do is pilot starships. He says he wants to join flight school for the Empire, but his motivation really is to just fly. That’s all he wants to do. He gets roped into the Rebellion, and of course he supports the cause and the people and wants to help, but they treat him oddly. Like, they don’t seem as concerned about him. When he’s stuck out on Hoth, nobody but Chewbacca, Han, Leia, Artoo, and Threepio seem concerned. They’re the only ones who think “Luke will die if he’s in trouble, this can’t wait until morning” or at least “this shouldn’t wait until morning.”

And of course, there’s the comics. Where he’s treated differently because he’s supposed to be a Jedi. Even as he constantly tells people he isn’t one, they tell him he’s wrong. They tell him “You’re a Jedi” when he says “I’m still just training.” They tell him “You’re a Jedi” even when he says “I don’t know what I am.” Luke never gets a say in it. The Rebellion wants him to be a Jedi and his dad was a Jedi and Ben wanted him to be a Jedi so I guess he’s a Jedi now. He’s a better pilot than ground operative, but Jedi are supposed to be on the ground, so.

His dad is Darth Vader. That sucks. His dad is the reason he has no one to teach him how to do anything, literally. His dad is the reason he no longer has a hand. His dad has killed countless rebels in an attempt to try and capture Luke, and his dad has been doing this for years, and how must that feel? All those people who die, and you know it’s because one man was after you. Not to mention, how must it feel to remember all the times someone likened him to his dad? People tell him constantly that he’s like Anakin. And that must suck, because he knows Anakin became Darth Vader. People are telling a twenty something that he’s like the man who committed genocide against his own people, killed his old master, and commits atrocities because he’s a slave to the Emperor. Wow. Thanks.

Luke just wanted to be a pilot like his dad. That’s all he wanted. Now he’s expected to be a teacher because Yoda told him to be one. Luke didn’t get a choice in anything, he never gets a choice, but he still lets Grogu have a choice, and to me, that means that no matter how anybody talks about it, Luke is still kind and selfless and thinking about everyone except for himself.

Think of it this way. He let his only real, living connection to the Jedi ways of old, his connection to his own father and masters in the past, his first real padawan, someone who reminded him of his own master he looks back on fondly, someone who could help teach him what the Jedi were supposed to be like, someone who was alreayd trained for years to be a Jedi and so is expected to finish the training; he let that kid choose to go back to his dad.

[canonicallyanxious]

2022 top 10 lists

my favorite end of year tradition is making lists and trying so hard to remember literally anything i've put into my ears and eyeballs

top 10 discovered songs

note: not all 2022 releases, though a lot are

The Last Goodbye feat. Bettye LaVette - ODESZA (aka the most song of all time)

Nobody Speak feat. Run The Jewels - DJ Shadow (shoutout to my irl best friend for showing me this tour de force of a music video. this song was my top spotify track of the year also go figure)

Dynasties & Dystopia - Denzel Curry, Gizzle, Bren Joy (truly the entire Arcane soundtrack slaps from start to finish)

Dance Now - JID, Kenny Mason (really challenging to pick only one track from JID's album for this list ftr, runner ups for me include Kody Blu 31 and Better Days)

Freaks - ATARASHII GAKKO!! & Warren Hue

Violence - POLIÇA

Running Back To You feat. RebMoe - Holiday87

Star Walkin' - Lil Nas X (TWO league of legends songs on this list???!?!??!?!?! unfortunately LoL does make absolute bangin tracks and that is not my fault)

Pretend feat. Kota the Friend - pluko

Better Days - Mr Little Jeans (at least one song called Better Days made this list I guess lol)

top 10 albums

note: as per tradition these are all 2022 releases babey! also REALLY challenging to narrow down this list, quite a few i had to cut, so this list is entirely based on personal preference - could have gone differently if i'd gone for a best albums list rather than sarah's favorite albums list

The Last Goodbye - ODESZA (congrats to ODESZA for topping both of my music lists this year, honestly a difficult feat)

Forever Story - JID (if this list was based on what I think were objectively the best albums of the year I think this one would probably top the list, just an immaculate record from start to finish)

Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers - Kendrick Lamar

Laurel Hell - Mitski

Hold the Girl - Rina Sawayama

The Family - Brockhampton (honestly crazy that i listed a BH album this far down on the list this year but since it was a fairly late release i had a lot less time to get attached to it, also imo BH's best albums ever are Ginger and Roadrunner so really hard to follow up on those but i still think this and TM are killer records)

Brighter Future 2 - Big Gigantic

Hideous - Oliver Sim

<COPINGMECHANISM> - WILLOW

NO THANK YOU - Little Simz (a bit of a last-minute addition to the list, big rip to Superorganism whose "World Wide Pop" would have taken this last spot if Little Simz had not dropped absolute fire like three weeks before the end of the year)

top 10 movies/shows

Everything Everywhere All At Once dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert

Everything Everywhere All At Once dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert

Everything Everywhere All At Once dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert (i watched this movie three times this year don't @ me)

Arcane: Season 1 (I believe this is the only item on this list that isn't a 2022 release)

Dimension 20: A Starstruck Odyssey

Dimension 20: A Court of Fey and Flowers (am i allowed to put two seasons from the same show on this list? well i listed eeaao three times so i do whatever i want sorry about it)

Fire Island dir. Andrew Ahn

Our Flag Means Death: Season 1

What We Do in the Shadows: Season 4

Luca dir. Enrico Casarosa (never mind this is the other item on this list that isn't a 2022 release)

[dollslayer]

The Stand-In

CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Stood up by your date and stranded in one of the nicest restaurants in town, Bucky Barnes just can't let that stand.

Warnings: slight angst, smut, oral (m & f receiving), deepthroating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !), if I missed anything let me know!

W/C: 3,807

A/N: I wrote this for @simsadventures 6k mixed adventure challenge (Congrats!) w/ a restaurant setting and the line "If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice". If you like it please reblog and comment and tell me what you think! Cheers!

p.s. - Come check out my other fics or find me on AO3 (same name)!

Main Masterlist

7 PM

Your best Jimmy Choos click gingerly as you walk up to the hostess stand at one of the most popular restaurants in Manhattan. He had made the reservation in your name, which you gave to the hostess. She takes a minute to consider you, cocking a brow as she silently clocks your ASOS cocktail dress. You looked chic enough that she could forgive you. Her moment wasn’t lost on you, this part of the Upper West Side was so stuffy so you put on your best.

Feeling slightly self-conscious about your attire you brushed the feeling off quickly. He would be here soon and he’d reassure you how beautiful you look. When you’d met for coffee he’d make you feel so sexy and confident with how sure of himself he was. So when he asked you to dinner at one of the most renowned places in the city and said he wanted to talk tonight you accepted immediately.

“Right this way” the hostess said and broke you out of your self-doubting stupor and guided you towards a some-what secluded table towards the back of the restaurant.

“Here are some menus for you two, if you’d like anything to drink while you wait, your waiter should be here soon”, she sent you an artificial smile and turned on her heel back to the stand.

You picked up a menu and it left you reeling at the prices. You had half a mind to text him and see if he wanted to go somewhere else. Based off of the way he dresses and how he had tipped the barista on your first outing you thought better of it. He’d said he wanted to treat you, so you’ll let him.

7:15 PM

You decided to wait to order anything to drink until he got here, too afraid of the price tag attached to any bottle of wine on the menu.

You took a sip of your water and checked your texts for the second time since sitting down. Still nothing, you didn’t want to text him just yet, you knew he was busy and you didn’t want to seem overbearing. You knew he was a CFO and he’d be coming from the financial district when traffic was insane. You could forgive him. You take another sip of your water hoping it’ll wash all of your doubts away. Besides, it’s not like he’s late-late, he’s like, fashionably late, he’s working-man late.

7:30 PM

Okay, so he’s late-late, don’t panic. Sometimes things happen, he’s only human and this is only your second date.

Your waiter approaches the table again, eyebrows raised expectantly at you. The smug look on his face says he’s thinking what you’re too afraid to.

You order yourself a $25 martini. Your waiter promises to return and you finish off your water.

Time to craft the perfect text that says ‘Hey I’m here, where tf are you?’ without actually asking where the fuck he’s at. You tap away nervously on your phone.

‘Hey, I’ve got a table towards the back, closer to the end of the bar’ Perfect.

7:45 PM

You’re still sitting solo at the table, you feel the beginnings of humiliation creep into your features. You feel warm, your brows form a seemingly permanent crease of worry, and you are trying everything in your power to suppress the tears you felt building up.

You don’t make eye contact with your waiter when he stops by again, playing it off like you were sending a text. But you tell him you’ll be right back so that he doesn’t give up your table.

You walk quickly to the bathroom hoping no one will notice your trembling face. You feel just like a middle schooler that got dumped at the dance. You make it to a bathroom stool and dial your best friend, Wanda.

“Is everything okay? You’re supposed to be out with your mystery date aren’t you?” She had answered almost immediately.

You sniffled a bit and took a shaky inhale. “Y-yes, our reservation was for 7 and he put it in my name, I texted him once already but I don’t wanna seem too overbearing for a second date, y’know? But something feels off. I don’t know, maybe I’m being crazy.”

“You’re definitely not being crazy, it sounds fishy to me. If he doesn’t answer in five minutes I want you to leave and come straight over. I’ll have white Russians and Drag Race waiting for you” Wanda always knew just what to say, just how to make you feel. You were grateful for her.

You sighed into the receiver. “Thanks, babe, I’ll let you know what happens either way”. You hung up and grabbed some toilet paper to dab at the corners of your eyes. You knew you’d need an extra minute to compose yourself as you faced the truth.

He’s not coming, he’s not texting me back, he probably regretted setting the date which is why he put the reservation in my name, I won’t be hearing from him again. Just pay your tab, smile, and leave. You got this.

7:52 PM

Checking your appearance in the mirror one last time you let out a final sigh and push open the door back to the dining room. Your walk to your table begins to slow when you notice someone is sitting at your table. A rather tall, unfamiliar someone.

Did the waiter really give away the table? I’ve been gone all of 7 minutes! What do I even say to this stranger? Should I just grab my bag and go? Hopefully it’s still there.

Your final steps towards your seat are nervous and uneven. The man in the chair opposite yours must’ve heard you and he faces you. You’re struck with an unfamiliar but extremely handsome face. The look of surprise must be tangible because he laughs and slight wrinkles form at the edges of his eyes. Who the fuck is this guy? Well he hasn’t stolen my purse so there’s that.

“I-” You lean over to grab your purse when you’re cut off mid-apology.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, you know how it is at work. Sit down, I ordered a bottle of wine for the table”. The man said.

You sat down slowly and felt so stiff and uncomfortable in the chair. Were you being pranked? Was this part of some very elaborate joke? Before you could ask any of those questions the man reached across the table and grabbed your hand.

“If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice” He said as his thumb grazed your knuckles. You were slightly stunned by his boldness. You complied, if only out of shock and hoped he’d explain himself a little better or let you go in time for you to make an exit.

He leaned in closer to you, to anyone else it would’ve looked like an intimate moment during any normal date. He looked you in the eyes while he kept hold of your hand and you realized how warm he was, how clear his eyes were. You took a deep breath through your nose and tried to play it cool.

“I’ve been at the bar for a while now, it seems like whichever idiot decided to stand you up made a grave mistake.” Your brows pinched together and he continued, “I was with a friend talking business but he left and you look like you needed to be saved from the incident so here I am. James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.”

You were unsure what to do with the information just given to you. Yes, it would’ve been embarrassing to pay your tab and leave alone after sitting there for almost an entire hour by yourself, but it was also embarrassing that this man had noticed and you certainly didn’t need anyone looking at you like some damsel in distress.

You caught yourself from scoffing completely and schooled your features. “I… appreciate that you’d do that for me but I don’t want anyone’s sympathy, especially not a date.” You tried to pull away when his hand gently squeezed yours.

“Please- I- I didn’t mean to make it sound like I’m doing this out of pity. Whatever happened here is unfortunate, yes. But you’re also very beautiful and you’re here by yourself so why not ‘shoot my shot’ as I believe the kids are saying these days? Think of me like a stand-in for the other guy, but y’know, better” he replied playfully.

A very brief moment of contemplation was solidified by your lack of notifications on your phone. Why not? He’s good looking and he’s doing you a favor.

You had to at least afford a small chuckle at that. “So ‘Bucky’, huh? Well I don’t have any cool nicknames but you can call me by my first name.” You gave it to him and he repeated it back to you, a wry smile on his face.

8:05 PM

Still no texts from him but you did text Wanda to tell her everything worked out and there’d be details to come. She’d go into full on mama bear mode if you hadn’t updated her.

“So, Bucky, what do you do? Do you live here in Manhattan?” You asked before taking a sip of your wine (which you didn’t dare check the price of per bottle).

“Brooklyn, actually, but a lot of my business is here. Have you heard of Buchannan hospitality?” He asked.

Your brain snagged itself on that name. That sounds familiar? Where have I seen that? Oh wait! Didn’t you see him in the Forbes ‘30 under 30’ list last year?

You’d meant to answer him but unfortunately all that came out was a confused “Forbes?” at which he laughed a little bit and nodded.

“Yeah you might’ve seen me there. I own some hotels and lounges around Manhattan and Brooklyn. What do you do?” He had brushed off his accolades so quickly, wanting instead to know about you, this random girl that had been stood up.

Shit, your mid-level marketing job doesn’t stand up to this in the least. You took a sip of the wine and answered him, explaining you were second in command of your small company’s marketing department.

He seemed genuinely intrigued and you two ended up talking business and swapping office and university disaster stories until the main course arrived. You dug into your meal, savoring the taste and relishing in the unusual turn of events.

8:47 PM

The plates have been cleared away and the wine glasses refilled. Bucky was proving to be great company and as oddly as it started you were grateful to be sitting here with him. You’d nearly forgotten about your would-be date and decided to check your phone one last time.

You had 11 unread texts, 10 of them from Wanda wanting a play-by-play and one of them from the man that had stood you up. You opened it and sighed. ‘Can’t make it tonight, baby, promise to make it up to you soon’.

You scoffed to yourself. He’s not gonna say where he’s been? Or even say sorry? Douche.

You put your phone away and looked back up to Bucky who was eyeing you with playful curiosity.

“Lemme guess, that was the guy who was supposed to be seeing you’s sorry ass excuse followed by a flimsy apology” He said as he drank from his water glass.

“You’re 1 for 3. It was him but he didn’t apologize or try to explain himself. Should’ve known when he put the reservation under my name and not his that something might be up and when he wasn’t there on time.” You said more to yourself than to Bucky.

“What’s his name?” Bucky asked.

“His name’s Brock Rumlow,” Bucky’s expression changed just slightly at this. “I think he works at some firm in the financial district. We only ever went out the once before this so I don’t really remember.” You explained. “What? What’s that look for? Please don’t tell me you know him”.

“Sorry to say that I do. Sorry to say I know his wife too” He said a little more quietly.

You felt humiliated all over again, the same feelings that you experienced in this very seat not an hour ago still had you by the gills it would seem.

Bucky reached for your hand again, running the pads of his thumb across the ridges of your knuckles in an attempt to calm you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you upset, but you definitely ought to know that Rumlow is no one that deserves your time” Bucky said in earnest.

His words were nice but you’d need some time to get over this embarrassment on your own. In the meantime, you really were enjoying Bucky’s company so you decided to let it distract you.

Bucky flagged down a waiter, signaling him to bring the check. He took one glance at it and set his card inside. As you reached for the bill with your own card in hand he gave it to the waiter before you could even get a peek. He was so nonchalant when he looked at you.

“Don’t even think about it. So tell me, is the night over or are you game to spend a little more time on me?” He asked. This is the second time he’d been dominant but kind in one breath. You weren’t entirely sure how you felt but you didn’t dislike it.

If you went home you’d just be wallowing in your own self pity, or you’d go to Wanda’s and do it but if you go with Bucky you could delay that feeling for a bit longer. Out with a stranger it is.

“Where to?” You asked him.

9:59 PM

A private booth on the top floor of what he said was one of his favorite lounges turned out to be where to. You were relieved to find there was no dancing, as you had two left feet and half a bottle of wine by now. When you got to the booth you stuck with water, knowing you’d need to get yourself home.

Bucky had insisted on one glass of champagne ‘to chance encounters’ he’d said. You agreed but just one. You found yourself closer to him while you talked, your knees touched and his hand found its way to your leg. It didn’t dare to move higher up, just staying there like a comforting weight almost while you conversed.

You were rambling on about the time you and your cousin took your dad’s car for a joyride when you were 14. You were laughing the whole thing off when you realized he wasn’t laughing with you. You had worried for a moment that you’d bored him when you saw the soft yet intense look in his eye and tilted your head with curiosity.

“You’re very beautiful, you know that right?” He didn’t let you answer as he shifted closer. “I’d like to kiss you, is that alright with you?”

Oh. You were caught off guard by the abruptness of his question. Suddenly shy, all you could do was give a small nod and bite your lip in anticipation. His full lips were soft and almost as warm as his hands, which were holding you in an embrace. One of your hands had made their way to his hair and one on the outside of his lower thigh. You sighed as you kissed him back.

It was soft but insistent, things became a little more passionate as you swiped your tongue into his mouth and you both let out a small moan. You didn’t want to stop kissing Bucky, it just felt right.

He finally broke the kiss as one of his hands still rested at the nape of your neck. You were breathless, this man had kissed the daylights out of you. If he could do that with his tongue imagine what else he could do with it. You were both panting softly, sorting through what to make of things and where to go from here.

“I don’t know about you, but I wanna keep doing that, but this might not be the best place for it. You can say no if you want to, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I’d love to take you home and treat you right” He said with unwavering eye contact.

Well how on Earth could I say no to that even if I wanted to? Wait doesn’t he live in Brooklyn?

“Let’s go back to mine, probably closer” You said. He nodded in agreement and sent a text to his driver to come pick you both up.

10:40 PM

You did indeed find out what else that tongue of his could do, you were finding out right now. He had made you cum once from his tongue alone already but he added to thick fingers and started pumping them into you, making a scissoring motion that hit you just right. You arched your back and pushed his face in deeper as you cried out, signaling your second orgasm.

Completely drunk in the afterglow of it, you wanted to keep this feeling forever. You wanted to show him what you could do too. You got up albeit with a little shakiness and hovered over him. You kissed his neck and slid your hand down to meet his groin. He was still in his briefs and you pulled the elastic band down with ease.

His cock sprang free and you had to hide the slight surprise you felt looking at the sheer size of him. You were always told you were good in bed so time to really put yourself to the test. You kissed your way down to his pelvis and your hand started working him. Staring back up at him you maintained eye contact while you kissed the dab of pre-cum that pooled at the head of his dick.

He shuddered but you kept staring at him, and in what you have to say was a pretty proud moment for you, you held his gaze while you took him slowly and in one go. You closed your eyes and moaned, feeling him in the back of your throat.

“Shit, oh my god. Are you gonna…?” He was lost for words so you decided to answer him by getting to work. You started slowly, up and down, letting yourself get used to his size and reminding yourself to breathe through your nose and stay relaxed.

His moans were growing louder and his breathing heavier, you knew he was close and you were wondering if he was going to let you finish him. You got your answer when he pulled you off of him by the hair.

“As bad as I want you to finish what you started, I wanna feel you first.” He panted.

“So what’s stopping you?” You asked playfully. A small shriek escaped you as he flipped you under him. He lined himself up with your entrance and thrust in slowly. You could tell he was using a lot of restraint but that was quickly forgotten as you remembered how big he was. You suddenly appreciated the slow pace.

As he became fully sheathed inside of you you let out a loud moan that was quickly silenced by his lips on yours. A few more small thrusts and he was nearly fucking your cervix. You felt unbelievably full.

“Had no idea how talented that mouth was of yours, doll. Trying to make me cum without getting to fuck you though? Now that’s just cruel. I think you need to pay for that, don’t you?” He asked playfully as his thrusts became a little harder and forceful.

You could only nod and moan as he picked up his pace. Your hands clung to his shoulders for dear life and you whimpered and keened while he railed you into your mattress. Finally getting used to the feeling you reached down to play with your clit.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He asked in between grunts.

Your eyes rounded and you shook your head.

“I wanna be the one to touch you. Make you cum. Only me.” He forced out as he replaced your fingers with his. He made tight, quick circles around your clit but didn’t let up on his pace as he fucked you closer and closer to a third orgasm.

“Your pussy’s making it fuckin’ impossible for me to hold out any longer, need you to cum, sweetheart. Cum all over my fuckin’ dick.” His words sent you right over the edge and you did as you were asked.

Not two seconds later he cried out and emptied himself inside of you, sending a few final pushes into you before taking himself out and dropping down on his side.

You leaned over and kissed him with what little breath you two had left. Your sweat mixed together but you didn’t mind.

His hands provided that comforting weight as he brought one to your shoulder and the other to your hip. He kissed the tip of your nose and watched you begin to drift off to sleep. He could probably use the rest himself and decided to close his eyes for a bit.

9:30 AM

You woke up in a half empty bed, but before you could let yourself be too disappointed you heard the sound of your shower turning off. You padded down to the bathroom and opened the door to find Bucky toweling off. He gave you a lopsided grin.

“Good mornin’, I would’ve asked you to join me but you looked so peaceful I didn’t wanna wake you.” He explained. “If you’re not sick of me, do you maybe wanna grab some breakfast?”

You shook your head and reached past him to turn the shower back on.

“No way. I make the best pancakes and as a thank you for everything last night, I insist on making some for you.” You smiled up at him, hopeful he’d agree.

“Well I hope you know what you’re up against, I’m a very insatiable man.” He joked back.

You hit him with a washcloth and laughed. “Oh believe me I know. Gimme 15 and I’ll be right out.”

He nodded and closed the door behind him. You let your mind wander back to last night as you washed off the sweat that lingered from the night before.

10:15 AM

You set down two plates stacked mile-high with pancakes and bacon. You held your coffee mug up to his and clinked against it.

“To chance encounters” You said with a smile.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: your cousin Lois trying too find you but you made Clark swear Not too tell

"I will kick you so hard Mister man of steel!"

Threatening Clark was common you had that relationship, you known Clark for years and he knew your threats were empty. The one time you did pouch him. In the face when Lois was convinced he was cheating on her when they first started dating when he would mysterious dissappear or he would never be where he said he should be you followed him one day too confront Clark too only discover his secret. LONG story short you pouched him in the face for making scaring you. ( you may have fallen off a building and you may have hit him. By accident but it broke your hand.) NOW it was a funny story but when. Your cousin learned you broke your hand for following Clark you had to Lie too cover his butt.

That was years ago.

So when you decided too come for a surprise visit and torment your cousin all day. Like you use too do when you were kids. Clark instantly Noticed you - when you sneaked onto the property and stuck bags and bags of balls into Lois Car. Clark walked over too you as he watched as his wife’s car got full of plastic balls as he spoke, ‘what the heck are you doing?”

You turned too Clark as you spoke, “tormenting Lois- If you tell her I’m here I will Kick you so hard Mister!”

He rubbed his face knowing Lois Hated your pranks but Also he was happy too see you were back. You havent come around yet too visit Lois and him at the new place/ his family home since you were In Canada chilling with the infamous mysterious Aquaman who was chilling up in the North west territories . You were studying the ocean waters and Arthur was hanging out taking a break from his responsibility. You weren’t suppose too be down for another week.

Clark chucked as he spoke, ‘you know you can’t actually hurt me right?”

you chuckled Leaning over the car on your step ladder putting your last bag of balls into the sunroof you looked at Clark. He was one of your closest friends. He introduced you too Arthur. Clark rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘Lois is coming.”

“SHOOT!!”

You dashed off the ladder and Dashed into the barn as you turned too see Clark holding his arms to himself looking at the car as Lois gasped, ‘what the Hell happened too my car?”

Clark feared you. So he shook his head, “No idea…”

“Damn it- JON! Jordan!!”

Lois dashed back inside as you chuckled as you spoke, “the boys aren’t here..” Clark looked at you stunned hearing that as you spoke, “I took them into town too help with part B of my grand plans.” Clark rubbed his head lowering his head already exhausted as you got into your car and Drove off. Leaving Clark too deal with Lois as you drove into town too Lois’s work. Her co worker was chuckling watching as Jordan and Jon decorated their moms desk with Pink tinsel and black balloons that had white writing that wrote, “Congrats on your good hair day” you put up streamers attaching them from the ceiling with black, and pink streamers.

Chrissy was at her desk doing work when she called out that Lois was here as you gasped, as you and the boys quickly grabbed your grabage as you left a Card on her computer keyboard that said “Hello beauitful.”

inside the card it wrote too Meet you at the. Local Dinner. You and the boys sneaked out the back as the boys laughed. They loved when you came for a visit. Too torment their mom. You all arrived too the Diner as you ordered Four Milk shakes as Jon asked how long you were staying.

“Oh until your mom attempts murder. On my life.” He chuckled as Jordan asked how long does that mean. “Probably a week.. then Im off! Those I am Very curious about your New house mates.. what the heck is that about?”

Jon went too explain until the milkshakes arrived and then their mom. Lois was fuming until she noticed you as she chuckled walking over, “Y/N!” You smiled standing up hugging your favorite cousin.

“What - How the hell did you get too the farm without Clark noticing?”

“Oh he noticed. He caught me but I threatened his life- he’s scared of me.” LOis chuckled as Jon spoke, “always fun having you here Auntie Y/n”

“you helped her?” Lois exclaimed stunned hearing that as Jordan spoke, “Yea! She gave us 20 bucks each too help.’

“Worth Every dollar! I ordered your favourite too go cause i know your busy being a amazing writer! And have A Big Day. Your Lunch is In the fridge at work, I made your favourite last night.”

Lois looked at you stunned “you cooked?”

you shook your head. She kNew- and the boys knew you Hated cooking! You only cook because it was monitory too Survive. But you were excellent at ordering take out.

“No- but I ordered your favourite at your favourite restaurant and brought it up.” Lois chuckled softly knowing that was the best sort of cooking from you. Since you were awful. At cooking. She hugged you as you spoke “I’ll clean up my Mess. At work- and at your place. Those I”m keeping the balloons cause they are right. You have a great hair today.”

[rahleeyah]

So I have SO MUCH second hand embarrassment and anxiety over people commenting to the new show runner. Like walrus was one thing bc he was so ugh, but cmon people! 🫠

Like for one, it’s crazy what people say to him on his Instagram. People have no shame. Leave the man alone, especially when the comments are negative in nature.

Secondly, I wish the comments would just stop, mostly the negative ones as mentioned, bc just like m, he will pull away from the fandom OR start responding in a negative way. Also, could the fandom cause some negative consequences? 🤷🏻‍♀️

People are also veryyyy flip floppy. (I.e. the news about kelli today) Unless you are a diehard rollisi, there is no room to complain. No one should be taking this out on the new show runner when he doesn’t make those decisions? Esp when everyone was all over him until recently and praising him.

We all wanted eo, and if rumors are true and this is the way to get that, im personally ok with it? The way I’m looking at it is there have been SO MANY arrivals and departures over the years of cast members and characters and this would just be the latest one. Although Amanda has been there for 12 years, that is usually the exception and not the rule.

Wasn’t it canon that the average to be in svu was like 2-4 years bc of the nature of the job? It makes sense for her to want to see her girls grow up and have a more steady work/life balance and get out of svu (major speculation on my part here). Bring in some new blood, characters, diversity, story lines, etc.

Although disclaimer: I am indifferent to the Amanda Rollins character. I do not love her nor dislike her. I would for sure feel different if it was someone I had more of an attachment to, admittedly 😂

I know you stay out of the drama, but I just needed to vent. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk lol.

Congrats to you anon for being the one to break the kelli news to me, literally got this message and had to be like "hang on babe lemme check twitter real quick" so thank you for that. lemme try to hit this in order.

yeah first up i'm not gonna tell anyone else what to do but engaging with the showrunner directly is never gonna be something i wanna do. i firmly believe that fandom and creators are happiest when we stay in our respective corners but. again. that's just me and what i prefer and what i would do. i don't check david's insta so i don't see what people post there, except for what gets reposted other places.

i wouldn't worry about the fandom causing negative consequences. like. these people have a job to do. they get some negative comments, they get lots of positive ones, they go to work, they do their job. fandom sometimes overestimates its own impact; no amount of comments on insta is gonna change the plan for tptb. if that was the case they'd have thrown out eo bc of the people on fb. for good or bad, they're gonna do what they're gonna do.

i agree no one should take this out on mr david as it obviously wasn't his call, and the responses of his that i have seen have been graceful. i understand that people are upset - were we not all devastated when chris left the show? - but like, that upset needs to be directed at the people who are responsible.

i don't see any connection between kelli leaving and eo. i have a hard time imagining they were sitting around going "we can't do eo unless we get rid of a cast member." that just doesn't make sense. yes losing a long time cast member frees up some $$ but they are bringing in new people and i promise they are gonna find ways to spend what's left of that money that aren't solely eo. the math isn't mathing. and the only people i've seen make that particular connection aren't making the most reasoned arguments in general.

they try to say early on that most people only last two years in svu which is laughable now considering how long most of the cast has been there. i do think they need some fresh blood - still salty about losing kat, tbh - if only bc these characters have been there for so long and new perspectives are necessary from time to time. 1.0 didn't shake up the cast too much after s2 but they had new adas all the time and that kind of helped keep things fresh,

i'm not sure what i want rollins's reasons for leaving to be. i don't really see her wanting to leave svu, tbh, i think it would have made more sense for carisi to go work with a different branch and amanda stay on in svu to avoid the conflict of interest but obvi that's not what they're doing. i'm wondering how much of carisi we're going to continue to see after kelli's exit and if they will use carisi to keep amanda alive and fresh for us even when she's not there.

idk anon it's a lot