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Couldn't fit everyone but for the Other option we have: Lillith Daturai (Kit Buss), Garthok (Jason Charles Miller), and Shale (Chris Perkins).

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✫𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆, i can see you.

✫ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | fighting, swearing, tristan being an asshole, breaking things (not too graphic promise LOL) ✫ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | hey yall, i'm back! i hope everyone enjoys! also i tagged everyone who seemed interested, i'm sorry for the VERY late update. i'm back, mwahhh. also planning a nate archibald series, who'd be interested? lmk! ✫ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | @colbybrocks @weepingwitchofthewest @shady-writtingtalk @zulpix-blog @wheelerslover @dogmom600 @damnhati @remussbitch @yourmumstoyboy2-blog @1-800-starkindustrie

The front door opened suddenly and she whipped her head to make eye contact with... Tristan Dugray? Oh, so that's where she's heard that name!

Y/N couldn't control as her mouth flew open. She also couldn't control the words that came out of her mouth as she saw him. "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me."

After Y/N had locked eyes with Tristan she whipped her head to face her father. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother?!"

Her father and Kristan looked surprised — they both exchanged glances before they looked back at her. "Yeah, I guess I am?"

His answer sounded more like a question rather than a straight up reply. He didn't know why she was now seemingly opposed to the idea of him being engaged to Kristan simply because of Tristan.

Y/N looked shocked, her jaw practically on the floor. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother." Instead of a question, it sounds more like a statement.

Before any of them could reply, Tristan spoke. "Oh, hello step-sister." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He was enjoying see your shocked expression. Tristan's smug remark only fueled your growing frustration and utter disbelief. You shot him a glare that could freeze lava before turning back to her father and Kristan, your mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

"So, this is what you meant by wanting me to spend time with my old 'friends'?" Your tone was laced with sarcasm as she addressed her father. "You conveniently forgot to mention that my 'old friend' is now my soon-to-be stepbrother?"

Her father shifted uncomfortably under her accusing gaze, realizing he had failed to properly prepare Y/N for this bombshell. "I... I thought it would be best to tell you in person."

Your frustration mounted with each passing second. "Well you thought wrong, Dad."

Kristan interjected, her voice gentle yet firm. "I understand this is a lot to take in, Y/N. But we're all going to be a family now, and I hope we can find a way to make this work."

Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes at Kristan's attempt to diffuse the tension as she gave her a sarcastic smile. "Right, a family. How convenient."

Tristan leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed with a smirk still playing on his lips. "Well, this should be fun. Welcome to the family, stepsis."

Y/N resisted the urge to launch herself at him as she shot daggers with her eyes. "Don't call me that."

Kristan shot a glare at her son as she turned to you once again. "We didn't realize it would be such a shock to you,. We should have handled this better."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. You knew you couldn't blame her father entirely, but the whole thing still felt like a betrayal. "I just need some time to process all of this," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with resignation. "Excuse me."

"I thought that went great." Tristan mumbled as his mother shook his head, your father pulling her in closer.

You turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving your father, Kristan, and Tristan as your retreated to her old bedroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that your carefully constructed world was crumbling around you, and you had no idea how to pick up the pieces.

You stepped out of the car, dramatically slamming the door as you took in the school: Chilton Prep School, where she would be going to school from now. She heard footsteps from behind her, she already knew who it was.

"Welcome home, Cromwell." Tristan's voice rang. You gritted her teeth at the sound of Tristan's voice behind you. You turned slowly, fixing him with a glare that could cut through steel.

"Save it, Dugray," you snapped, your tone dripping with disdain. "This is hardly my idea of home."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Well, get used to it. Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other from now on."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Feisty as ever, Cromwell. I'm just offering a friendly welcome to our new classmate, no need to get all... bitchy."

You narrowed your eyes at his remark, resisting the urge to roll them. "I'll take that as a compliment, Dugray. And I don't need your welcome. I know my way around just fine."

Tristan's smirk widened, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. "Oh, come on, Cromwell. Where's that famous New York charm? You're going to need it to survive in this stuffy place."

"I'll manage just fine without your help," you shot back, your voice dripping with determination. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than stand here and listen to your bullshit."

You turned away from Tristan, walking into Chilton. You already hated it, everyone looked so pretentious and elitist, just like Tristan. But you weren't going to let that intimidate you. You had faced down Manhattan's elite, and you could handle a bunch of snooty prep school kids. You had grown up with these kids, they couldn't be that hard.

As you made your way through the halls, you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. The students eyed you with curiosity, whispers following in your wake. But you held your head high, refusing to let them see any hint of insecurity.

Chilton was a far cry from the bustling streets of Manhattan, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were in for a rough ride. But you were Y/N Cromwell, and you didn't back down from a challenge.

With a flick of your hair and a confident stride, you made your way to your first class, ready to show Chilton Prep that Y/N Cromwell was a force to be reckoned with.

"Where are you two going?" You popped a grape in your mouth as you watched Kristan grab her purse from the chair as your father tightened his tie.

"I told you earlier, we have a date."

You raised an eyebrow at your father's response, a hint of skepticism in your voice. "A date? You two are acting like lovesick teenagers."

Kristan chuckled, smoothing down her blouse as she shot you a warm smile. "Well, your father does know how to sweep a lady off her feet."

You rolled your eyes as Kristan and your father shared glances. You all knew what that meant, you had to be left alone with Tristan. You had barely managed to tolerate his presence since arriving at your father's house, and the thought of spending an evening alone with him was enough to make you want to crawl out of your skin.

"Well, have fun on your date," you forced out, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

With a quick goodbye, your father and Kristan headed out the door, leaving you alone, turning around and seeing Tristan in the spacious living room. He caught your gaze and his lips curved up into a smile.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tristan's gaze met yours, his smirk sending a wave of irritation coursing through you. You knew exactly what he was thinking – that he had you right where he wanted you, trapped in his company for the evening.

Suppressing a sigh, you turned away from Tristan, refusing to let him see how much he was getting under your skin. Instead, you busied yourself with anything that would distract you from his presence – flipping through a magazine, checking your phone, anything to avoid acknowledging him.

But no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, Tristan was a persistent presence in the room. You could feel his eyes on you, his smug smirk burning into the back of your skull.

Finally unable to take it anymore, you turned to face him with a glare. "What do you want, Tristan?" you snapped, your patience wearing thin.

Tristan's smirk widened, his gaze flickering with amusement. "Just enjoying the view, Cromwell," he replied casually, as if your irritation was nothing more than entertainment to him.

You let out a bitter laugh as you shook your head. "Real classy, Tristan."

Tristan's smirk only widened at your remark, his amusement evident in every line of his face. "Oh, come on, Cromwell," he said, his tone teasing. "You can't tell me you're not used to being the center of attention. You were in New York for five years and you're telling me you didn't have the boys throwing themselves at you?"

You narrowed your eyes at Tristan, refusing to let his words rattle you. "I don't need validation from boys like you," you retorted, your voice dripping with annoyance. "Unlike some people, I have more important things to focus on than relationships."

Tristan's smirk faltered slightly at your cutting remark, but he quickly regained his composure. "Touché, Cromwell," he replied, his tone laced with amusement. "But don't act like you're immune to a little attention. I've seen the way you strut around like you own the place."

"And you don't? Please, I see the way every girl at Chilton looks at you. And I know you well enough to see how much that strokes your already, inflated ego." You paused, your voice laced with sarcasm as you leveled a pointed gaze at Tristan. "But hey, who am I to judge? If you want to bask in the adoration of your fan club, be my guest."

"Oh, I will, Y/N." Tristan let out a laugh as he watched you get all heated. He continued you watch you as you scoffed, turning your head back to the magazine.

You could feel his eyes on you, his amusement practically palpable. But you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm. You weren't about to let him see how much he was getting to you. With a determined flick of your wrist, you closed the magazine and stood up from the sofa, shooting Tristan a glare.

"I have better things to do than sit here and listen to you," you declared, your voice laced with determination. With that, you turned on your heel and marched out of the room, leaving Tristan behind with his smug smirk and his insufferable ego.

You refused to let him drag you down to his level – you had bigger things to focus on than his petty games, like actually getting back to Manhattan where you belonged.

As you walked away, Tristan's amusement turned to frustration. He wasn't used to someone challenging him like this, especially not someone like you. With a determined stride, he followed after you, catching up just as you reached the hallway.

As you stormed out of the room, Tristan's smirk faded into a scowl. He watched you go, frustration bubbling up inside him. How dare she walk away from him like that? Without a second thought, Tristan followed after you, his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he caught up to you just as you reached the foyer.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Tristan called out, his voice sharp with annoyance.

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him with a glare. "Away from you," you replied sharply, crossing your arms over your chest. "I can't stand being around you for another second."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his own temper flaring. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Like you're any better. You're nothing but a spoiled brat who thinks she's better than everyone else."

The words hit you like a slap in the face, igniting a firestorm of rage within you. "At least I'm not a narcissistic asshole who gets off on belittling others," you spat, your voice rising with each word. "You think you're so much better but you're not."

Tristan squared his shoulders, meeting your gaze head-on. "I want to know what your problem is," he replied, his tone angry. "You've been acting like you a complete bitch when I'm all trying to do is be your friend."

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Oh, spare me the act, Tristan," you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "We both know that's not what you're after. You just want to play your little games and stroke your own ego."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "And what about you, huh?" he retorted, his voice rising in anger. "You act like you're too good for everyone, like you're above it all. Well, let me tell you something, Y/N – you're not as special as you think you are."

"You know what, Tristan. I don't care about you or your stupid games because all I'm trying to do is get back to New York. All this shit is just a rock in the road," you spat as you turned around, walking away.

"Oh really? What about your obvious drinking problem, that's why your mom sent you away, right?"

You stopped in your track as you took in Tristan's words. Fury was etched across your features as you spun around to face him, your fists clenched at your sides. "How dare you," you seethed, your voice trembling with rage. "You stupid asshole!"

You pushed him as hard as you could, causing him to trip and fall into a table. You heard a loud shattering and both of you just stared at each other before looking down to see glass everywhere.

"Shit, that's my mom's vase." Tristan's eyes widened in shock as he glanced at the shattered remains of the vase on the floor.

Your chest heaved with anger as you glared at Tristan, your fists still clenched at your sides. "You deserved it," you spat, your voice thick with venom. "You had no right to say that."

"Y/N, this vase is like two grand. It was my mom's favorite vase," Tristan scoffed as he stared down at the ground. "She's gonna be fucking pissed, idiot."

You stared back at him with anger but you knew that you needed to figure something out. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you clenched your jaw and met Tristan's gaze head-on. "I know I messed up," you admitted begrudgingly, your voice tight with frustration. "You shouldn't have been a bitch."

"Well you shouldn't have pushed me, like an psycho." Tristan's voice was sharp, but there was a hint of surrender beneath his irritation. He knew that pointing fingers wouldn't solve anything, but he couldn't help but feel defensive in the face of your accusation.

"Well I'm not apologizing-"

"Y/N, we need to figure out what to do before they come home."

And right on cue, the front door opened, revealing your father and Kristan, who froze in shock at the sight of the shattered vase and the two of you standing next to it.

Your father's expression hardened as he took in the scene, his disappointment evident in his eyes. "What in the world happened here?" he demanded, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

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the price of power - 02

pairing: mob boss!sebastian stan x wife!reader

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warnings: swearing, mentions of organised crime and violence, arguments

When she was younger, her fears were easily put to rest. The fear of the dark was soothed with a night light in the shape of a teddy bear, the fear of the dentist was solved with a lolly at the end of the appointment, and the fear of growing up was solved as the years progressed. Childhood fears just seemed so small now that she was older and as she looked down at her son who was peacefully sleeping in her arms, she hoped all his fears were small for hers were no longer easily scared off with light and sweets. She knew what came with the job, she knew there was always the possibility of people getting hurt but she never thought about her dad getting hurt. She worried about Sebastian, he was reckless and ruthless in his “business” having no care for what could come his way. He didn’t really fear it so he welcomed any and all possibilities. Her father was calculative, he played it safe so that he was safe. She guessed she had never seen it get bad, she’d never witnessed the frenzied environment so she never thought she’d hear her husband say he’d gotten shot while at a country club in the Hamptons.

      - I’ll take him. - Sebastian sat next to her on the plane, his eyes carrying the same tired, dark bags hers did. - You need to rest, I’ll take Nate for the night. 

      - No. - she mumbled, almost like a petulant child. She felt as if she let go of her baby that she’d break down crying and she didn’t want to break down crying. Not in front of him, not again, not like she always did. 

Other wives didn’t do that. Other woman married to men on his inner circle kept a mature composure which she just couldn’t keep. Gwen had told her she was too emotional many times and she was right. How come she couldn’t put up a front? How come whenever she thought of those words “he’s been shot”, her lip would tremble and she would have to hold her son tighter to keep her from breaking apart. What kind of image was she letting on? Sebastian sighed, moving the seat divider up to he could move in closer to her.

       - Angel, there’s nothing we can go until we get there. I’ll be right here next to you with Nate. I promise I won’t leave while you sleep. 

       - No. - she said once more. - Please let me be, Sebastian. I am fine. 

       - I call bullshit, angel. - he moved the hair out of her face. - I’m your husband. For better or for worse, remember?  

       - I just ... I need to hold Nate, ok? - she softened her voice. She didn’t mean to snap at him, he didn’t deserve her snapping at him. - I’ll get some sleep when we’re there. 

       - Wanna play a game? - he stretched his arms to wrap one around her, a signature smirk gracing his features. Anyone else should always deny him, agreeing to play games with Sebastian Stan never worked in anyone’s favour. However, she was not just “anybody”. She was his wife and possibly the only person whose opinion mattered, she could easily play his game. Just not today, not right now. - C’mon, angel, amuse me. 

      - Whatever it is you’re thinking will trick me into letting go of Nate won’t work.

      - Oh so we’re playing guessing what each other is thinking? Fine. I think the reason you won’t let me take Nate is because you don’t want to cry right now. 

      - I don’t want to cr ...

      - Which is funny because it would be considered normal to cry when one’s father has just been shot. Yet here you are, so strong. - he interrupted her, his tone mockingly teasing her at the end before his face turned serious. - Your dad got shot, no one is gonna say anything if you are upset. 

      - You’re being mean. 

      - I am not being mean. - his hand intertwined with hers. - I know my wife. You see, she happens to be pretty emotional.

Y/N knew she was emotional, she was sensitive. She’d always been comfortable with her emotions yet she couldn’t, at least not as his wife. She was supposed to be strong, to be the kind of woman that was expected to be by his side. Sebastian was tough, it was hard to actually figure out what he was thinking and it was nearly impossible to see what he was feeling. She wondered how it looked when he was so confident, so strong while she was holding and hoping her young son would help her not fall apart. 

      - Said the wrong thing, didn’t I? - he looked over at her, noticing how her features had fallen. Truth was that most of the times Sebastian was unaware of what to say or even what do. - I can’t promise you your dad is gonna be okay but I can promise you no one will hurt our son. 

       - I know, I just ... I need to feel him breathing. 

       - Ok. 

He got up from his seat and Y/N slumped against hers. He’d probably given up on trying to understand her and it wasn’t his fault. She knew communication was key in a relationship but if she were to tell him the issue, he’d just say he didn’t give a fuck what others thought but she did. She didn’t want to make him look weaker by association. Yet, Sebastian returned a few minutes later carrying an airline branded blanket which he draped over her and Nate. He didn’t say anything, instead seating next to her, his hand finding hers. He hoped it would sooth her if he couldn’t. Her eyes focused on his for a while, tiredness weighing her lids down lulled by the sounds of the plane. 

Y/N didn’t like sleeping, there were too many memories which came back to life when she dreamed. Usually she was lucky enough to forget them as she woke up, mere bad moments which were quickly erased. However, this time she wasn’t so lucky. Once she closed her eyes, all she could see was him, Sebastian, laying down on the ground, breathlessness surrounded by a pool of blood. She wanted to scream, she wanted to help but her voice was gone and she couldn’t move. Her heart rate increased and she kept trying to move but she couldn’t move, he was dying in front of her and she was bathed in tears as she tried to help but she couldn’t reach him.

The world came back to her with a gasp as she woke up alert to all her surroundings, finding herself still sat on the plane, this time landed, with the blanket around her. She looked down to her arms, expecting to see her son to convince her that all this memories were but a mere dream, a remnant of bad times, yet he was nowhere to be found. She got up, her hand on her chest as she looked around for her son. No, no, no, no ... 

      - It’s ok, angel. - Sebastian’s hand softly wrapped around her wrist. 

      - Where’s Nate? - she refused to sit back down as the remaining of the people inside the plane were leaving. 

      - Here. - he pulled her back to her seat, nodding with his head towards the baby who was happily awake in his father’s arms. - I didn’t want him to awake you up, angel. 

She sighed, having once again lost herself in the constant fear of losing any of the left over people in her life. 

      - You’re safe. - he reassured her. - I’ll always keep you safe, angel. Remember? It’s just us. 

      - I just need to see my dad. - she looked up, attempting not to start crying. - I need to know he’s ok. 

      - I know, angel. - he kissed her temple and down to her cheek. - I know. 

(...)

She had decided it was best if Nate and Sebastian went to their New York home. Her father did not like Sebastian, he did not approve of his influence on his daughter and he didn’t approve of how he ran his business. Whenever the two were in the same room, it would always end up in a fight, a fight which a recently shot man and a sleep deprived Sebastian would end up in flames. At the same time, Nate was too young to be exposed to any of this. She didn’t want her son exposed to the mafia or any deals, not until he was old enough to make his choices. Additionally, she didn’t think it would be good for a 2 month old to witness a badly beaten man - she didn’t think it was good for her either, yet she found herself being escorted into her childhood home.

Things felt different now. Her childhood home had always brought warm memories of running down the stairs and drawing in walls of hidden places; it brought memories of lullabies and big parties and dinners. Now, she sort of felt uneasy. Lying was always easier when they asked her if she was happy with the position she held. She always said she was happy, she was proud but the truth was something completely different. This house now represented what she was to be someday, it was a real, three dimensional representation of what was expected from her. 

Her strength vanished as she stood in front of the door of her father’s bedroom. Daniel had gone first, he had always been the strongest but she remained there, gathering dust like her childhood toys in the attic, wondering if she could actually do this without crying. The sound of the door opening was the cruel reminder of what awaited her and with a tight smile, Daniel let her into the room. Her father’s room had always been tidy and bright, almost hospital looking in shades of white and grey. The once serene atmosphere was instead heavy as she spotted her dad, laying in bed with his back against the headboard. 

      - Finally someone I want to see. - his voice was heavy but not as it usually was. He sounded tired, worn out. - I was starting to wonder if your husband was gonna let you come visit. 

       - Dad. - she smiled as she held his hand. - How are you?

       - Much better now you’re here, birdie. - he took a good look at his daughter. He spoke to her almost every day but visits weren’t common. Last he saw her, she was the one in a bed, recovering from birth. - Where’s that grandson of mine?

      - Nate’s with his dad. 

      - So your husband came with you, did he? - he sucked his teeth. - Can’t be apart from you for long, can he?

      - He was worried, dad. He didn’t sleep all night and I’m sure he’ll be happy to know you’re well enough to still dislike him. 

      - I’m just happy you’re here. - he smiled. 

      - What happened? I thought you said we were safe. 

      - It’s not important anyways, birdie. We are safe, this was just a fluke. Besides, it’s gonna take much more than a few gunshots to bring me down. They’re gonna have to try harder.

      - I’d rather they not try again. - she crossed her arms. - Do you think you could slow down? Sebastian said you were in critical state when the doctors first saw you.

      - I’m sure your husband would love it if I were in critical state. - he snickered before tightening the hold on his daughter’s hand. - That husband of yours ... worrying my little girl. 

      - I’m always worried about you, dad. I don’t want to lose you.

      - And you’re not gonna lose me, birdie. I promised your mum I would take care of you, didn’t I?

      - I think mum would’ve liked it if you slowed down for once. 

      - I could be persuaded if you brought Nate over. 

      - I’ll bring him tomorrow. - she smiled. - We can have lunch together and I can show you some photos from the last few months. 

He smiled, happy merely to be surrounded by his daughter and grandson. The band around her heart had slightly loosened, allowing some sense of calm as she said her goodbyes, promising to bring Nate the next time she came around. Yet, this house ... this walls, they housed so many expectations. 

      - He needs to slow down. - Dan said as he accompanied out and into the car. - At least until he gets better. 

      - I agree. - she sighed. - But you know him. It’d be easier to move a mountain than to make him change his mind. 

      - You can change his mind. - he shrugged. - Take over him.

      - Over him? 

      - Not forever but until he feels better. I’m sure if he knew you were in charge, he’d rest. 

      - I don’t do that. - she crossed her arms. - We discussed this when I moved to France, I don’t get mixed in dad’s business and I ...

      - You’re already in dad’s business. - he interrupted her. - You’re the one expected to take over and you’re the one who brought the enemies into the home. 

      - What is that supposed to mean? 

      - Until your husband joined the family, we didn’t have enemies. We didn’t have people shooting at us and now dad’s been shot. 

      - You can’t possibly be blaming me for dad being shot. If I knew ...

      - I’m not blaming you. - he interrupted her once more. - I’m blaming your husband. Perhaps if you showed that you’re dedicated to this family and not ...

      - I’m his wife, Dan. I’m just not taking over for dad, we discussed this, for my safety, for Nate’s safety.

      - If you think they’re not gonna start shooting at your son, you’re more naive than you’re letting it on. 

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To my younger self --

Dyan ka na lang nakakapagod dito. I could now buy your favorite hamburger from jollibee na hindi na maghihintay ng pasko. Nakaka kwentuhan mo na si mama na halos di mo magawa noon. Di ka pa teacher kase narealize mo na hindi yun para sayo. You can now easily find ways how to get what you want without fearing that bullies might get important things from you. You have now few friends you can eat at a table. Hindi ka na sa cr kumakain pag recess. Wala ng bullies na naghahabol sayo sa gate pag di mo sila pinakopya. You are now advocating for truth and you are now making people be held accountable for their actions. Impatient ka pa rin dito pero atleast di ka na nagtatrantums kay lola. Kase wala na si lola. Life is really hard but i think it's better here. Our fingers have grown and could now hold hands with the little version of you, ally. Paborito pa rin natin yung dilis na red at kaya ko ng magluto ng paborito nating spaghetti kahit walang may birthday. Di pa tayo ganun kayaman pero wala na tayo sa laylayan. Ang dami na nating damit dito, binili ko lahat ng gusto mo. Haha. I hope i could make you proud someday by getting up each day happy with what you're doing. I am now giving everything we wanted as a child kay ally. I am healing you through her. ❤️

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the Billy Joel channel is back on sirius! in celebration, please assign a song to each of the Grey and Lucas sibs!

I told my dad about this ask and he started rattling off Billy Joel songs for me to assign the actual Jonas Brothers - because be doesn't know Jonas or CR

Never forget when Joe performed with Billy Joel

Lucas Fam & Squad

Kevin - "My Life"

Joe - "You May Be Right"

Nick - "Piano Man" / "The Entertainer"

Frankie - "Why Should I Worry"

Stella - "She's Always a Woman"

Macy - "Sometimes a Fantasy" / "Uptown Girl"

Sandy - "Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)"

Tom - "The Stranger"

Bonus:

Joella - "Just the Way You Are" / "You're My Home"

Gray Fam + Mitchie

Jason - "We Didn't Start the Fire"

Shane - "It's Still Rock and Roll to Me"

Nate - "The Longest Time"

Brown - "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"

Mitchie - "Don't Ask Me Why"

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cr photo: nathan best

[queen-scribbles]

3, 6 & 15 from the fanfic asks!

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

Pillars of Eternity though I may just be biased bc that's where Rhi(haledamage) and I became besties <3 Wrath of the Righteous and KotOR/SWtOR are both great, too, but my personal best experience and involvement has been with Pillars.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

hahahah *cracks knuckles* depending on how you define involved...

Trinne Amell/Harvey Cousland (Dragon Age) ∙ Shenko* & Cam/Liam (Mass Effect/ME:A) ∙ Vikkari/Arueshalae(WotR) ∙ Jas/Tristian(PfKm) ∙ Tavi/Aloth(Pillars of Eternity) [Edér/Charity is a close runner up tho] ∙ AJ/Nate(tWC) ∙ can't pick between my SWtOR ships or Andromeda 6 couples∙ Revanasi(KotOR) ∙ Evony/Bao-Dur is canon in my heart(KotOR 2) ∙ Ves/Kurt(Greedfall) ∙ Ryn/Red or Trick/Trouble (ShoH) ∙ Meneldir/survival happiness(LOTRO) ∙honorable mention to Perc'ahlia bc that not from a game I played, but I was/am at least on the fringes of CR fandom and they are GOALS for an OTP

*I have two Shepards I ship equally with Kaidan, thus the generic ship name instead of specifics. xD (any fandoms not listed here were not forgotten, I just don't think I was "involved" enough in the fandom for them to count)

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

lol bless you for this one. DA:O era Jowan/Leliana. It only works in Origins bc Leliana goes through enough character evolution by DA:I they wouldn't mesh the same anymore imo, but their character arcs/story involvement have some similar themes(betrayal of trust, redemption, questioning if they're a good person etc) that I think would have been really neat to explore if BioWare hadn't cut recruiting Jowan

Fanfic Asks

[blackstarising]

Okay.

We’re three episodes in. I have to know your Lasso thoughts. I miss your commentary! 😭

hi! honesty hour:

I don't have any thoughts. at all.

because I haven't been watching the show.

at all.

I haven't even seen any of the trailers. and I haven't, because I can't.

it's just hard, now. season 2 and its aftermath was so, so hard. and the off-season was even harder.

I want to believe that season 3 will be better, that it's caught it's blind spots, but I don't think I'm ready. I just feel like there was this mask-off behavior that rose up during season 2.

seeing the visceral disgust that went past the age difference when it came to sam and rebecca.

the adoration of roy's anger contrasted with the demonification of nate's anger.

having to keep asking, again and again, why rebecca and jamie were worthy of forgiveness while nate wasn't.

seeing characters like sam and dani be relegated to being Cute and Super Positive but not being given as much freedom (cr. @hazelbeewitched) both inside and outside the narrative to express any other emotions or desires outside of that.

between the 'ew!!!! samrebecca is soooooo gross' and 'i hope nate gets skinned ALIVE' posts, I had to unfollow the ted lasso subreddit entirely.

and all the while juxtaposing all of this with that with this almost-enforced metanarrative that ted lasso is this Really Positive Show with these Really Cute Moments, See? look at these cute moments! biscuits with the boss! diamond dogs! futból is life! mustache! ted! don't ruin this cute show, please!!!!!

some people have the luxury of letting this show be an escape. I don't, apparently.

this is not me saying, like, the show is Beyond Hope and I'll never watch it again. and I'm not saying the show should be boycotted, I genuinely want to believe season 3 can and should do better by the people of color in the narrative and in its audience.

it's just personally gonna take me a minute. or five.

[lookbluesoup]

Munday Ask Meme

Tagged by @mimble-sparklepudding and @boggleoflight , thank you :D

Share your wallpaper:

The last song you listened to: Wild by aeseaes

Currently reading: Nothing :C The last book I finished though was "The Forgotten Beasts of Eld" by Patricia A. McKillip, which was very good, I do recommend it!

Last Movie: Storks - it's pretty cute! I needed something chill to decompress to xD

Craving: Gluten Free Oreos. I ran out a couple days ago, I am in mourning

What are you wearing right now? Mismatched pajamas

How tall are you: Short

Piercings: Nope. I used to have my ears pierced but they closed back up because I could never be bothered with earrings!

Tattoos: None! Though I hope to get some someday

Glasses? Contacts? Both, but I prefer glasses. I can take them off to rest my eyes, and when I inevitably lose my phone on the way to bed I can just put them back on real quick to find it without an ordeal lmfao

Last drink: Water

Last show: Shadow & Bone (also fun! Do recommend)

Last thing you ate: Fajita Nachos

Favorite color: Purple

Current obsession: @seasaltandcopper pitched an au to me this morning that we've been plotting out all day, where Mal is a minor god and Nate is a human some desperate starving villagers tried to sacrifice to bring fortune back to their village. Nate prayed for help, and it's actually his desperation Mal hears and responds to. He rescues Nate, slow burn idiots to lovers, and they end up having to figure out whats "killing" the other gods and why all the bigger, widely worshiped ones have stopped answering prayers.

Unrelated obsession: I mean. FFXIV. LOL.

Any pets: My cat, Goose!

Do you have a crush on anyone? @seasaltandcopper my beloved

Favorite fictional character: That is an IMPOSSIBLE question there are too many D: From ffxiv there's Alisaie, X'rhun Tia, Emet Selch, G'raha Tia. From other places there's Piper Wright (FO4), Rhysand (Acotar), Vignette Stonemoss (Carnival Row.... but only season 1. lmfao), Chetney Pock O'Pea (CR), Anders, Cassandra (DA). I'm also of course quite partial to mine and my friends OCs lol

(Apparently my types are: sassy man with a heart of gold, unfailingly loyal morally dubious disaster man with style, and badass kind-hearted woman who will fistfight literally anything, all with liberal sprinklings of ptsd on top)

The last place you traveled: The dentist! For the first time since 2019. I have 9 cavities :) Because I am grinding my teeth severely and also not flossing enough.

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Since it is pretty late on Munday I wont tag anyone this time around, if you wanna steal if from me, feel free!!

[eclipsecrowned]

when the bestie gets a cr*ne muse too so the two of you make a twin verse. ax has jonathan allan. i have nathaniel edgar. twin verse means they are both slightly better adjusted bc they had someone there to support and be supported by in their nightmarish backstory, but at the same time. two of the fuckers. they still become rogues and are still assholes. jon went into the scientific/research side associated w the alter ego in canon a bit more, while nathaniel skewed towards the potential to exert power and control over the masses. however both just wanna control those around them with their scientific discoveries.

also jon is kissless and nathaniel (Do Not Call Him Nate) can pull. i thus play the superior twin /s

[jennyviviandee]

Based off of the webcomic that was then published as a graphic novel of the same name by ND "Nate" Stevenson. Stevenson is one of the creators of the comic series Lumberjanes (y'all should absolutely read) and the creator/showrunner of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. ND even lends his voice in the movie.

If the comic was Stevenson personally emotionally grappling with his identity prior to transitioning then the Netflix distributed and Annapurna Pictures produced movie compartively is loud, confident, heartfelt, droll, hopeful, bold, lovely and cozy. <3

Link to buy the graphic novel:

Be gay, do crimes. Break stuff. Love yourself...

That's the hard one isn't it? Especially if your assigned from birth identity hasn't ever felt true. It is as if you weren't really alive. Then what? You have to shapeshift despite the hatred or controversy or whatever. You endure. Especially on days when you sometimes you wonder "Why bother? What if they're right? What if society's right? And I am simply, ultimately, a monster to slay? Would it be easier to keep pretending? To be, *Scoffs*, normal? Or is that equivalent to death?"

Even if you don't really know or understand how to change. Still, in your heart, in your mind, you recognize what everyone else has determined for you in your life might be quite inaccurate. Decades pass by. You can't remain a zombie.

You deserve your truth. You'll figure out. Hopefully you're not alone during it.

You'll truly live.

nimona the webcomic and nimona the netflix movie are so thematically different and come from such different periods in the artist's (nd stevenson) life and our lives and I love that?? I love the bitterness and angst and how morally gray the graphic novel was, just as much as I love the hopefulness and compassion and how unapologetically trans the netflix film is. watching his work grow as he grew older and I grew older and more secure in my sexuality, is just - so special. it's a rare thing to grow in parallel with the work of an artist you love, especially a queer artist, and I'm so fucking happy this film got made, especially with all its differences to the original work. something something to be loved is to be changed idk lmao.

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[katietheweirdgirlinclass]

How do we feel about the Croinana my Papa made?

(Nate stares at it for a few seconds.)

W-what's...a-cr-cro-crona-a-ana?