#even though i'm upset at how this season is panning out

[astreetcarnamedkendall]

the writing in qaf s5 - particularly regarding justin - really frustrates me. i feel like brian and justin's breakup completely contradicts so much of the growth and the different arcs they crafted. the whole point of s3 and s4 was brian and justin coming to an understanding about what their relationship and their desires were and making it work For Them (which included more vulnerability from brian) and not caring about societal expectations or what their friends think

if so much of brian and justin's relationship - one of the cores of the entire show - rests in the idea that justin sees past the tough guy, emotionally untouchable exterior brian projects and really Sees Him and Understands Him better than anyone else, then it doesn't make (consistent) sense that he thinks brian doesn't want the same thing as him (long-term commitment). within s5 alone, brian called them a couple, moved in with justin, jokingly (but let's be serious lol) called justin "mon amour," and then said he and justin would be spared such a dismal fate of their relationship ending because of marrriage which indicates he wanted to be with him long-term and saw him as his partner (which he also called him explicitly in s4). these are all things s1 brian would have never dreamed of doing - and justin knows this - so i don't understand why he would suddenly believe Brian Doesn't Change when in fact he has. also, it feels so odd to include that scene with the married couple they had sex with - who discussed their non traditional marriage - and then just Never explore that again? that could have opened up a really interesting discussion, or exploration, into what the next phase of a longer term relationship looked like for them, especially if one decides to go down the road of justin wanting even more commitment. furthermore, all the characters feeling like caricatures of themselves aside, i feel like the increase in intensity of brian's anti-marriage sentiment makes sense when you consider the combination of his friends (especially his best friend) settling down and creating their own little families/units mixed with his own abandonment issues. if marriage constantly breaks up units in his life (childhood aside look at melanie and lindsey's dominant arc this season) or creates distance within preexisting relationships (his & michael's) over and over again, of course brian is going to go to the extremes. i feel like justin would've seen that or gotten hints of that and some sort of communication could've been forced out of him since justin understands him and his moves (like s4 when brian pushed him away because of his cancer) and led to more communicative growth on brian's end

additionally, s5 justin's personality and desires felt like such a dramatic shift from the end of s4, but that's a whole different discussion. anyway, i feel like the s5 writers were scrambling for ideas to create drama and decided to betray so much of what they built. (... which already has some problems but y'know what i mean). but who knows, i still have around 4(? i'm on episode 9) episodes left of the season. i love justin and these characters so much, so it's just a shame to see this occur

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 16 ~ It Ain't Like That

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 3.6k

In this chapter ~ After a day full of awkward tension within the group and an even more awkward dinner, Rose finds herself trailing back up towards where Daryl is recovering, in hopes to find some kind of escape. But not even she could deny that she enjoyed his company and presence more than she ever imagined.

Walking down the porch steps, my eyes scanned around the area to see if I could spot Carl anywhere. But from what I could see he wasn't anywhere out in the open.  I then caught sight of Dale sitting nearby in one of his chairs just outside of the RV reading a book, his glasses set on the tip of his nose.

I let out a sigh, swallowing my embarrassment thickly before walking up to him. I could feel the uncomfortable conversation from all the way over here about what he witnessed me do, but we both had to get over it some way I guess.

"Hey, have you seen Carl? I'm supposed to take him shooting." I explained.

He just nodded his head back towards the RV, not taking his eyes off the page. My eyes narrowed as I stood there for a moment, debating if I should say something else about the obvious tension or not. I felt like I had every good reason to yell at Andrea because what she did was stupid, and everyone knew how fast she could've killed Daryl. I didn't expect Dale to necessarily take my side, but I also wasn't expecting him to ignore me.

"You're mad at me for what I did." I stated.

His eyes finally panned up towards me slowly, "I'm not mad, but I sure as hell didn't expect that from you Rose." he snapped.

"Well, what did you expect me to do?" I asked with a scoff, "Just sit there and let Andrea think she can get away with bloody murder?"

The man did nothing but stare at me, not having a good enough response to say out loud, though he wanted to defend her.

"Look, I know you're close with her, but you have to admit she doesn't listen for anything, and she thinks she can just do whatever she wants. I wanted to make it clear that she isn't going to get away with that type of shit anymore. Not as long as I'm around."

The man licked his lips in annoyance, taking his reading glasses of to look towards me with a tilted head, "The message is fair, but it's the way you said it to her and how you got physical. That's what I don't like."

"Heat of the moment." I muttered with a shrug.

"You have to understand that she's going through a hard time right now. You were there when she lost Amy and when she wanted to stay behind at the CDC, you witnessed those things." he expressed with gesturing hands.

"Dale, I understand that okay? But that doesn't give her a free pass to do whatever she wants, especially when it involves hurting other people. She didn't listen, simple as that, and Daryl almost lost his life because of it."

"Why are you so concerned about Daryl?" he then asked suddenly.

"You're not?" I clapped back.

"I am," he assured, "But I didn't tackle Andrea and scream at her because of her mistake." he replied.

"Dale," I said sternly, "That's not the point. The point is she fucked up and I handled it. I'm sorry if what I did upset you, but I'm sure as hell not sorry for doing it."

He opened his mouth to say something in return, but I was already halfway in the RV before he had the chance to utter another word. I don't know why he brought up Daryl like that, but the fact that he did, trying to take the conversation in a whole different direction, really pissed me off.

Carl was sitting down at the table when I walked in, reading a comic book quietly to himself. I didn't know how much of the conversation he heard, but to me it didn't matter. I just tried my best to put on a fake smile and pretend like the argument didn't happen.

"Hey kid, you ready to go practice?" I asked him.

He smiled and nodded his head, placing his book down to stand up and leave. We then walked out of the RV and made our way over to Rick to let him know we were heading out, and when he gave us the okay, we headed towards the trees. Trying to find a safe place to practice where the shots couldn't be heard anywhere near the farm.

My mind was elsewhere as we walked side by side, not being able to shake the conversation Dale and I had. I even felt myself began to question if I was truly in the wrong, if I truly was a bit too harsh. But in the end I knew I wasn't.

Maybe I had taken it a bit too far, but I wanted her to actually hear me. That, and the anger I felt seemed to have gotten the best of me, though it still didn't mean I regretted a thing.

"I heard your fight with Dale." Carl said suddenly.

I sighed with my eyes closed, "It wasn't a fight, it was just... a disagreement...about something I did earlier."

"Everyone kind of knows know," he replied. "What you did to Andrea I mean."

"Great." I deadpanned.

"I don't think it's bad. I think you were just trying to protect Daryl, and so does everyone else... plus I don't really like Andrea she's kind of mean to me." he said.

A slow smile creeped onto my face, "Yeah? Well, next time she's mean to you tell me, I'll put her on her ass again." I said, nudging my arm with his.

He smiled and nodded as we continued to walk through the woods.

We had been practicing for around two hours and the sun was starting to set, so we started to wrap it up and walk back to the farm. The kid was actually a pretty good shot and picked up fast on how to aim. I was proud of him, and I knew his dad would be too once the kid told him every single detail. He was practically skipping down the dirt path, too excited to tell everyone about the things he had accomplished.

The only thing we needed to do now was to get him some moving targets. Make it a little more challenging for him so he had something even better to brag about.

Once the house began to come into view, the second Carl spotted Rick, he rushed towards him. His mouth ran constantly as he told him everything and how much fun he seemed to have. Rick nodded listened to his son before looking up at me and smiling silently in appreciation.

I only chimed in once to genuinely tell him how well he did and how much of a natural he was when it came to this. He even knew how to hold the gun before I even got the chance to show him myself. But I guess judging by who his dad is, it wasn't too big of a surprise.

Once Carl ran inside to tell his mom as well, Rick came up next to me, "Thank you for taking him out there, I can tell he had a lot of fun." he said with a smile, "Are you sure you were okay with taking him? You're still injured, you know."

I smiled and shook my head, "No, I'm okay don't worry. I bounce back pretty quick."

He nodded and wrapped an arm around me as we made our way back to the house, the smell of the freshly cooked food coming out of the open windows.

A few women from our group decided to get together and help make a giant dinner for Hershel and his family. A simple thank you for letting us stay on their land for so long, showing them how much we truly appreciated it.

We all began to gather around with plates full of food in the dining room, sitting myself down in the space between Glenn and Rick at the giant table.

Though I soon came to realize only after a few seconds that I could easily cut the tension in here with a knife. Everyone was completely silent as we ate, the only sound being the utensils against the plates, and I didn't fail to notice the glares I was receiving from Shane for absolutely no reason.

He stared at me through his tired lids, chewing his food aggressively as if I had shit in the food he was eating. His eyes seemed darker and dead, making me grow slightly uncomfortable in my seat as I shifted around.

My eyes then locked with Andrea's as she looked at me sadly, almost apologetically, with Dale right next to her giving me the same expression. I clenched my teeth together harshly, wanting to just get away from the six watchful eyes that burned into my skin.

Glenn pushed his food around on his plate awkwardly, "So... does anyone know how to play guitar?" he asked out of the blue, "I saw one in here earlier."

I could tell how desperately he was trying to break the awful awkward silence, and though everyone's attention was turned to him as he spoke, no one answered.

But something else had to have happened while I was out with Carl, there's no way this was all because of what I did a few hours ago with Andrea. I then saw Hershel giving Rick some kind of glare, and that's all I needed to see to know that something happened between them as well. I'm just glad it wasn't all pinned on me at least.

"Oh come on, someone has to know how to play." Glenn tried again with somewhat of a hopeful smile.

I did. But I sure as hell wasn't going to say anything about it right now.

"...Otis did." Patricia finally muttered sadly.

With a nod I got up, not being able to take the tension anymore, along with the three people continuing to bore holes into my head. To find some kind of excuse, I announced quietly that I would take a plate of food up to Daryl who was still resting in bed before leaving the room in a hurry.

I passed Carol on my way to the kitchen and stopped her for a moment, "Hey, if I were you, I would walk back into that room really slow." I advised.

She looked at me and nodded, smiling slightly to tell me she knew exactly what I was talking about.

I then filled another plate and made my way up slowly to Daryl's room. I softly knocked on the wooden door and waited until I heard his voice of approval before making my way in. Opening the door, I saw Daryl was sitting up against the bed frame with a book in his hand, looking a lot better than he did just a few hours ago.

"Hey, what are you reading?" I asked him as I made my way over to sit in the chair from earlier.

He looked at me with slightly wide eyes before shaking his head, "Nothin..." he muttered, attempting to hide the book under the covers.

My eyes narrowed at him in suspicion, glancing briefly at the cover before he could hide it completely and gasped dramatically. It was one of the books I took from the CDC.

"Thief." I scolded.

"Gimme a break, m' bored out of my mind in here."he said, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, fine," I caved, "But I want that back when you're done."

He glanced up at me with a smile, nodding, "Yes ma'am." he said deeply.

One of my eyebrows pulled up and I scoffed dismissively, but I swear if the room had been quieter, he would probably be able to hear my heart hammering in my chest. Everything about that was perfect. The words, the way he said it, the way he sounded when he said it, good God.

When I finally glanced back up after a few seconds I saw him smirking at me, practically seeing right through me as I rolled my eyes in response.

"I brought you some food." I then said, changing the subject.

"Thanks." he responded, taking the plate from me and settling it in his lap.

We sat there in comfortable silence for a few minutes as he ate, though I scanned his face briefly and felt myself frown a bit. Even though he was looking a little better, I could tell he hadn't slept, the darker bags under his eyes being a dead giveaway. Though I couldn't remember the last time he had actually gotten a good night's sleep.

He then broke the silence, "How'd the practice with Carl go?"

"Oh, it was actually really good. The kids actually a pretty good shot, he's a natural." I replied.

He glanced up at me, "Or maybe it's just cause he's gotta good teacher."

I tilted my head at him, but right as I was about to say something else, there was a knock at the door, Carol walking in only a moment later. She looked a little apologetic as she entered the room, seeing she was interrupting something, but I just smiled at her to show her it was just fine.

"Sorry," she cringed, "Just came in here to ask how you're feeling." she spoke to Daryl.

"Like I've been shot." he responded and gave me a side glance with a smirk, repeating the words I told him a few days ago.

She just nodded in understanding, "I just wanted to say thank you for the things you did today. You did more for my little girl, then her own daddy ever did in her whole life."

He scoffed with a shake of his head as he pushed the food around on his plate, "Rick or Shane would've done the same thing. Ain't nothin."

"Yeah...but you're every bit as good as them. Every bit." she said.

Then she leaned over and placed a kiss on the side of his head, mindful around the bandage, and my heart warmed a little at the sight. I thought it was really sweet that the two of them were talking more and becoming closer, even if the circumstances weren't the greatest.

But her actions made Daryl slightly uncomfortable however, and I pressed my lips together as I tried not to laugh at the scrunched up look on his face. She then gave me another small smile before turning and silently leaving the room, shutting the door silently. It was then and only then I finally let out a quiet laugh, to which I received a glare in return.

"What are you laughin at?" he annoyedly asked me.

I just smiled sweetly, before puckering up my lips and beginning to make kissy noises at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically before he started to eat his food again.

He let out a huff, "Stop, it ain't even like that." he said.

"Oh, it's not?" I asked sarcastically.

"It ain't. Not at all." he mumbled seriously.

Even after hearing that, I still made more kissy noises towards him, really dramatically too before he got fed up after a few more seconds, "Y'know what, get out. I don't want you here no more."

"No, no," I laughed, "Please don't make me go back down there. I would rather kill myself with one of Hershel's fancy forks then go back down there."

He chuckled, "That bad huh?"

"Horrifying," I said, "Everyone is in there eating in painfully awkward silence and there's this weird tension everywhere. Pretty please don't kick me out."

He looked at me for another moment, noticing how desperate I became as I looked at him with big eyes, "Fine. But you quit teasin me bout what just happened. It ain't like that."

"Why do you care so much about what I think Daryl Dixon?" I asked.

He looked back at me mid bite, and I could see his cheeks started to turn red at just the simple use of his name. I loved how easy it was to embarrass him, but I didn't really know why this particular thing would make him blush. I knew it wasn't about Carol, I could tell he didn't have feelings for her, though I liked teasing him. But I didn't understand why he had become so flustered now.

"I don't." he finally seemed to answer after a few painfully long seconds.

He does.

"Okay." I said simply with a smile on my face.

He stared at me for a few more seconds before beginning to eat again. I sat there and let my mind wander to random things as he finished everything left on his plate.

Suddenly I remembered that Hershel wanted me out of the house as soon as I was feeling up to leaving, and I completely understood why. I mean there were only so many rooms, and I didn't want to be in there longer than I had to. He had already helped me out so much, I didn't want to be a burden, and it was the least I could do after he saved my ass. But Daryl noticed quickly that I got quiet and started spacing off.

"What'cha thinkin bout?" he asked me.

I shrugged, "Hershel just wants me out of the house by tonight I think, because I'm feeling better. I was just thinking about where I would stay."

He nodded in understanding as I began to ramble my thoughts, "It's too crowded in the RV and after my talk with Dale, I wouldn't want to go in there anyway. I might just sleep-"

"Ya can stay in my tent." he interrupted.

I raised my eyebrows, "Really?"

I noticed he swallowed thickly before responding, "I mean...we've shared a tent before, it's no big deal."

"That's true...are you sure?" I asked.

"M' sure."

I slowly nodded, "Okay, thanks," I smiled, "But I guess you have to stay in here for the next few days, huh?"

"M' already goin crazy in here, I don't think it'll last that long." he joked.

I let out a small laugh, "Yeah, probably not. Well, I'm gonna go so you can get some sleep, but here, I'll take your plate." I offered.

He met my extended hands in the middle, passing the dish over towards me as his hands brushed against my own.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled, turning to make my way towards the door.

"See ya tomorrow." he said.

I left his room and shut the door quietly behind me, before walking back downstairs, passed the few other rooms. The truth was I really wasn't helping myself at all by spending even more time with Daryl. Don't get me wrong I wanted to, but I needed these feelings for him to go away at some point and sharing a tent with him wouldn't exactly help that. But where else was I supposed to stay?

Shaking my head, I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen to see Beth standing by the sink washing the dishes from tonight. Her back was facing me as she had a stack still left to do, scrubbing away the stains the food left behind.

"Hey," I greeted before placing the plate next to the sink, "Do you want any help, hon?" I asked her.

She shook her head politely, "No it's okay, I got it." she assured with a smile, "Part of my chores dad still makes us do."

I nodded in understanding, turning to walk away when her voice stopped me. "Oh, hey Rose? Glenn mentioned at dinner to me after you left, that you like to sing." she stated.

I froze, "Well, I'll have to make sure to kill him for saying that later." I joked.

She laughed, "Well, my point is you like music and things like that, do you know how to play the guitar?"

"Um, yeah just a little, why do you ask?" I replied.

"Well, I was just wondering if you um... could maybe teach me?" she asked shyly.

"Oh yeah, yeah sure I can teach you." I said with no hesitation.

Beth seemed like such a sweet soul and spending more time with her wouldn't be an issue at all. Plus, I wanted to find something to do for her after she looked out for me right after I was shot; Daryl only telling me about it briefly. But I thought this was the perfect way to thank her.

"Really?" she asked, shocked.

"Yeah, it sounds like fun. We'll talk more about it tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay!" she exclaimed and ran up to give me a hug. I was taken back for a second before wrapping my arms around her as well.

She smiled at me brightly in silent thanks before going back to doing the dishes, and I left to go get my things and move them into Daryl's tent.

After I was done gathering everything up from the room I was previously staying in, I made my way out to his tent to get some sleep. But out of the corner of my eye I saw two figures having a hushed yet heated discussion by the barn. When I squinted my eyes a bit I saw that it was Glenn and Maggie, and Glenn seemed to be silently freaking out about something, flailing his hands in the air, while she was trying to quietly calm him down.

My eyes widened at the dramatic scene, but I just kept walking, silently deciding to not get involved at the moment. Plus, I was too tired to care and the painkillers I took earlier were starting to wear off, my side beginning to hurt a lot more that they were out of my system. My eyes grew too heavy and I was in too much pain to give a shit right now.

Once I found Daryl's tent, I dropped my stuff down on the left side and made myself comfortable on the sleeping back. I maneuvered on my back to look up at the ceiling of the tent, my eyelids fluttering closed.

The last thing I could hear right before I passed out, were Glenn and Maggie growing louder as they argued about walkers. But then again, it was probably just a dream.

~ Thanks for reading!

[large-lit]

[Yeah, this one's heavy on the dubcon/noncon. No explicit stuff this time, but it warrants repeating that this is A Fiction, this is not endorsement of this sort of behavior, I just think it's fascinating and hot to write about :U]

"Bro." I didn't look up from my dinner preparations as you entered the kitchen. Your voice was a little uncertain, but I could still hear your approach over the noise of the steaming pan. My interest was piqued at your next words, though. "Are we... getting kinda... fat?"

I looked up at you, and I'm genuinely not sure how I was able to keep a straight face. Your shirt, an old, hole-filled garment that was now stretched thin over your prodigious table muscle, failed to come within three inches of your cavernous navel. Your love handles, which not only covered your waist but had a second pair coming in above them to support, were not concealed themselves in the slightest. Beneath the massive apron of stomach, your blubbery thighs finished wobbling as you came to a halt, and though it was not visible to me from this angle, I knew from recent memory that your ass was much the same.

Above the enormous blob of fat sitting on your waist, two soft pillows rested, each stretching your shirt even further and preventing it from reaching as far down your tubby torso. On either side of your well-padded shoulders, porky arms curled back in, grasping the hem of your poor shirt in a futile bid to make it cover you. And at the top of it all, your face. Cherubically chubby cheeks framed plump pouting lips, and I wasn't sure if that was from how upset you seemed to be, or if the fat in your features simply made that your default state.

As I finished taking in the sight of you, I sniffed delicately and turned back to dinner, hoping the redness in my cheeks could be explained away by the hot pan I was working over. "Not at all, why do you ask? Did you shrink some clothes in the laundry or something?"

You made a frustrated noise and stomped closer to me, and I could see your jiggling and wobbling out of the corner of my eye. "Bro, I'm serious...!" you whined, your plump hands grasping the sides of your belly and giving it a shake. "I swear, we did not used to be this big...!"

I decided to play dumb a little longer. "Whatcha mean, dude? Like, what are you trying to say?" I asked, my voice still light and quizzical as I turned to you, my hip leaning lightly against the edge of the stove. "I do all the cooking for us, after all, and it's not like I've been doing anything different recently...?"

You scoffed and released your own belly to give mine a poke. "Yeah, no shit, bro," you grumbled, the touch making me giggle and half-step away before leaning back towards you. "Everyone knows you do the cooking. Tons of it, in fact! I'm being really serious, bro, you and I are both getting super fat lately and it's weird!!"

I looked down at myself, and you definitely weren't exaggerating. I was, indeed, super fat, just like you. Maybe even a bit bigger, in fact. While your lifestyle generally kept you pretty active, going from your job to the gym to all sorts of physical leisure activities, I was much more of a homebody, preferring to while away my hours at a computer, game controller in hand. It was a good thing my belly was so big, otherwise my arousal would've been visible and given away the whole game.

Rolling my eyes, I cocked my hip, making my belly wobble with the motion. "Uhh, I think you might be overreacting, dude," I chuckled dismissively. "I mean, it's like, bulking season right now or whatever, right? Isn't it normal to gain a few pounds during the colder months? I mean sure, it's not like we were ever models, but we've pretty much always been this big, haven't we?"

A bald-faced lie, especially given the picture on the bookshelf behind you of both of us when we'd moved in together, you weighing about 180 pounds and I about 225. I estimated we'd nearly doubled those weights nowadays, maybe more in your case, but ever since our scale had maxed out around 350 pounds, I'd not been able to keep exact track. Even given the audacious lie, though, I doubted you'd put those pieces together.

I could see the doubt working against your complaint in your mind. "I-I mean... No, we were... A-and /you/ were...! We were not always this fat, bro, I swear...!!" I could tell you were starting to get agitated, so I shifted gears.

"Dude, chill out. Where is all this coming from, huh? Is it your clothes? I told you we'd get some new ones in the new year, right?" A promise I'd been making for the last few years. I had secretly sized up a handful of garments in your wardrobe, but to this day, I refused to have my hard work drowned in excess fabric if I could help it.

"Or are you hungry? Dinner's almost ready, but there are some cookies on the table if you need something to tide you over." Another of my genius ploys. Even if you were to scarf down every single treat on that platter overnight, I'd have more baked by the next time you woke up. There are cookies on the table. There are *always* cookies on the table.

"Or... Hehe, have you not been getting any lately and you're all pent up?" I teased, my voice a little lower and playfully seductive. "If that's all, you'll just have to wait until after dinner."

I watched as your face went from a slightly agitated pink to a deeply flustered crimson as you stuttered and stammered. "Bro...!!" you hissed, stomping up so close to me that our bellies audibly plapped together. "You promised you wouldn't bring that shit up!! I told you, I'm straight, bro...!!"

Instinctively, my mind replayed the dozens of times over the years I'd given you head or jerked you off when you'd been too stuffed on my cooking to take care of yourself, when you'd all but begged me to because I could do it better than any chick you could find at the bars... All those times I'd been so lucky to get up close and personal with your constantly swelling fat pad, my own chubby fingers grasping your lardacious thighs as I shoved my face in.

"Ah, you're right, dude, sorry," I apologized sheepishly, though internally I was still counting the days until you not only wanted my help to get off, but needed it. "Anyway, like I said, dinner's almost ready. Wanna get some drinks out and we'll pull up Netflix? Maybe we can take a look at some clothes online afterward, yeah?"

Having somehow successfully talked circles around you, bringing you back to your complacent state, I turned back to my cooking as you nodded and huffed, pulling a six-pack of beer out of the fridge and heading to the couch. I waited until I could hear the tell-tale sound of the springs crying in agony from having to hold your fat ass self up, before I reached into the spice cabinet. I knew it was a dangerous game, keeping my secret weapon so close at hand, so nearly out in the open, but I knew you never went in here.

A healthy sprinkle of the taste-enhancing white powder was applied to the pasta sauce before being stirred in, and I grinned deviously as my own stomach growled impatiently. Sure, the shady guy who'd sold me this stuff had warned me to keep my food separate from that of my 'subject', as he'd called it... But it wasn't enough to just soften you up, I wanted to feel what it was like, too!

"Bro!" You called from the living room, and I screwed the cap back on the little bottle and stored it away again. "What sounds good to watch tonight?"

"Oh, whatever you like, I'm not picky!" I called back, plating up the food and struggling to wrestle my grin back under control. 'Besides,' I thought privately as I entered the room, two heaping plates in hand, 'I'll be watching a show of my own tonight...!'

As I sat down next to you, our love handles barely an inch away from touching on our tiny couch, I looked down at your belly, your own attention split between the show and the food. Easily, I imagined it swelling to completely encompass your lap, pushing your legs apart until it could drop heavily to the floor between them...

I really do love cooking.

[astridthevalkyrie]

Re: Your strong feelings against Regina - I won't be hard pressed bc it won't change my opinion (sorry my love for her is too great) but I'm curious to read if you've rambled at all about why you dislike her so strongly?

LOLL i've done a few rambles over the years and i tend to hatepost whenever i rewatch clips but i don't think i've ever done like a full on explanation on why. and yes please feel free to love her! idc how anyone feels about a fictional character.

some stuff i do like about her: lana parilla is obv very talented and pretty, her and jmo have rlly good chemistry, sometimes her one liners are super funny ("the entire charming family and their pirate mascot" is fucking hilarious i wish she said more stuff like that).

but tldr—she did way too many bad things and never properly redeemed herself for them.

in the first two seasons she does, like, incredibly bad stuff LMAO, including but not limited to: ruining snow's life after killing her dad, killing entire villages, casting the curse and the subtle ways she tortures snow in it, abusing henry (who is in therapy because he's told he's "crazy" for saying that he's aging while everyone else stays the same age), sacrificing children to the blind witch, the entire situation with graham (that she never confesses to, emma never finds out), trying to poison emma after emma tells her she's already leaving because she couldn't stand emma being in henry's life at all, separating the mad hatter from his daughter in the curse even though the last time they saw each other the mad hatter helped her and she betrayed him+making him remember his real self for some extra bout of torture, kills a little boy's dad bc the dad didn't want to drop his entire life and move into town so that she could fulfill her sudden dreams of motherhood, then later taunts that boy when he's an adult about how she killed his dad.

and what happened to her with daniel and cora's abuse is definitely really bad, it just doesn't even come close to justifying any of this for me. she didn't need to marry snow's dad. she gets rid of cora and sends her to wonderland before she's married. she stays because she likes the feeling of magic and the idea of being queen (rumple is obviously a huge part of why she turned out the way she did, "hooking" her on a magic which ouat tries to compare to drug use, but the murderous intent was in her before she even met him).

and then her redemption. hooo boy. it starts in season 2, with her just deciding not to actively do harm because she wants henry to love her. not a bad start. then she tries to destroy the well that snow and emma want to come back from (to be fair, she does this to stop cora, but she knows emma and snow dying is a possibility and is very cool with this bc it'll make her henry's only mom). she then is upset that everyone in town isn't automatically cool with her, for some reason gets credit for "saving" snow and emma (from a trap! that she! set!), and when cora does come back, she teams up with her. like. the lady who actually killed daniel and ruined regina's life. that lady. teams up with her. stands by as her mother kills snow's nanny even though they already got what they wanted. and THEN she's angry that snow had the nerve to do to cora what regina's done to dozens of people and kill her.

and then for the rest of the show there's just no point where there's time for regina's redemption because they're always dealing with the next villain. peter pan, then zelana, then the snow queen, so on and so forth. at some point she's just decided to be redeemed and anyone who argues with that point either changes their mind or is portrayed by the narrative as a villain. some of her one liners that a lot of the fandom think are so cool make me beyond angry LMAO like she tells david "i will not be given parenting advice by a man who shipped his daughter off in a box" GIRL??? BECAUSE OF YOU??? the show continuously pushes the blame onto snow and david (but especially snow) for giving emma up as though they had a choice. regina knew about rumple's prophecy. she knew snow and charming's daughter would break the curse. she was not gonna let that baby live if snow and charming hadn't sent her away.

snow and charming and emma's characters are all completely turned into dust for her too. emma is forced to grovel because she brought back a woman from the past that regina wrongfully executed bc it happens to be maid marian. snow and charming do uncharacteristic "evil" things so that they can be like "see! they're all good and bad!" when even ooc snow and charming's worst doesn't compare to regina's best.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.54 Flames...literally

Though I didn't own much, downsizing my life turned out to be much harder than I anticipated. I could only take a few pictures and had to decide what items from my desk and dresser I could part with and leave behind. How many skin care products and colognes did one man need? In the grand scheme of things, the decision was like splitting hairs but still quite difficult to make. I had a routine, and those things were part of that routine. Living somewhere else was one thing, but upsetting the routine was a different flavor of cow's milk. But I eventually made my selections and arrived back home before Sophia. Unfortunately, I didn't make it back in time to implement my secret plan, and she walked in on me scrambling.

Even in her work uniform, she took my breath away, though she looked kind of tired. She sniffed the air and said something smelled good. Since the cat was out of the bag, I went ahead and explained.

"Hi! Uhh...So like, I know it's super early, and no one has dinner at 3:00, but I wanted to do something special and have a meal ready for you."

She flashed that beautiful smile that always tore me into pieces and sat at the table.

"Awwwww! That's so sweet! I'm so tired I can only dream of eating right now," she said. "I'm sorry. Does that ruin your plan?"

"Not at all! I just got started like ten minutes ago, so that's perfect. Get some rest. I'll be done by the time you wake up."

Her kiss on my forehead left a tender warmth on my skin as she disappeared into the bedroom to nap. I resumed preparing our dinner and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy coursing through me. The thought of being able to see her beautiful face every day, to support her in any way possible, filled my soul with an overwhelming sense of happiness, so much so I almost forgot why exactly I feared this for so long. Almost. A few concerns still lingered in the back of my mind. Moving in happened so randomly and haphazardly. I wouldn't blame anyone for questioning my judgment because the whole situation was absolutely insane. But through it all, I took solace in the fact that I was not alone. Sophia and I were in this together, ready to tackle the challenges that lay ahead.

I expected her nap to last longer, but she woke up and I was still not finished with dinner. Her shower bought me a few more minutes, and by the time she came out and sat with me, I was in the home stretch. When I inquired about her day, she described it as exhausting. Apparently, the change in season always caused an influx of patients, and they were short staffed, so she had to do three times the work.

I don't know if I was too into her story or what, but I definitely was not paying attention to my task. Suddenly, a huge flame shot up from the pan, and I ducked.

I thought about Maira and how quickly that situation escalated. My face was still pretty hot as I shielded myself, and I was afraid I had lost my eyebrows.

Sophia dashed to me.

"Luca! Are you okay? What happened?"

"Are my eyebrows okay??"

She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"Your eyebrows are intact, babe."

"Thank Watcher."

I turned back to the stove to continue cooking—more carefully that time.

"You know," she began,"...when you said I could get meal service, I thought that meant you could actually cook."

"My hand slipped!! I added a splash too much sauce. It's fine. You'll see."

"Mmm hmm."

She teased me about my cooking skills and fearing for her safety. We laughed and joked our way through completion, and it felt so good. It felt right, and I filed that moment away for when the doubt and fear reared its ugly head again.

As I placed the food on the table, I noticed I instinctively made a vegetarian meal. That's when it occurred to me I never asked if she had any dietary restrictions or concerns.

"I should have asked sooner, but is there anything you don't eat?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Thanks for asking. I'm lactose intolerant."

Great. I went from one restricted household to an equally restricted household. At least she ate meat. But no milk? That would be tricky.

The food had disappeared from our plates a while ago, but we were still sitting at the table, talking and laughing. I loved how we could discuss literally everything. True, there were still things we didn't know about each other, but we were past that initial getting to know you phase where every hang out turned into a game of Twenty Questions.

"I was just thinking about how you used to complain about your mom waking you up to cook breakfast," she said. "Look at you now!"

I think I blushed. I could only imagine what she must have thought of me in the early days of my young adult life.

"You remember that? You must have thought I was a spoiled brat or something."

"I may have rolled my eyes."

"I'm so glad I ran into you that day."

"Me too."

[pbandjesse]

Today wasn't a bad day. I am not feeling incredible but I think I just need to sleep.

I got home last night and James was sitting at their desk. I was happy to see them. We sat in the kitchen for a bit talking. I told them all about the scary things and what I liked and what I thought could have been better. I was in a good mood. I just wanted to hold them so when we were in bed that's just what I did. Even if they fell asleep to fast. I would eventually fall asleep and things were good.

I decided to only take my small vitamins last night and wait until the morning to take the big ones. Ane I'm glad I did. My stomach still hurts last night but it wasn't as bad as it has been and I was a me to sleep.

But in the morning I was a little startled awake and I didn't feel amazing. I got dressed and tried to feel okay. I took the big vitamins and went downstairs to start Cole of ring my frog torsos to close up while I was at the market. And that's when I was like. I'm going to be sick. And had to run upstairs to throw up. And it was violent and scary and I was crying. James ran up and rubbed my back and tried to be supportive. I was very upset.

But we tried to just continue on as normal. I cleaned myself up and brushed my teeth again. And we would head out.

We stopped to get a bagel. James also got me a soda but I swear it was a regular and not a diet, despite them telling me otherwise. I drank it but I didn't particularly enjoy it.

Ann was running late today. So when we got there we were mostly in charge. We had to direct some vendors to their spaces and I got myself set up. James made us a sign letting people know we wouldn't be having a market next week because of the running festival. And we would get a few little baked goods. And got a few more little pumpkins for the window. James would also pick up some greens for Crabcake. And Ann, later after she got there and got her own groceries, would eat me cut the green tops of her radishes and carrots to give to Crabcake too. The Internet said he can have those in moderation which is pretty neat.

I was very productive today. I sewed all 38 frogs shut. And I'm very happy with them. A woman who I chatted with said she likes them without legs, that they were tadpoles. And I thought that was very funny. Maybe I'll do a basket of tadpoles too.

I didn't make any sales but it was so pretty out and I was having such a productive day I didn't even mind. James would come out to get apple cider and got me apples. I ate ones of them while I worked. And while I wasn't making sales I was getting my card out there and telling people about my workshops. It was still a good day.

I'm also exaggerating a little. I did make one sale. When the girl I fixed the bear for in my teddy bear hospital came to pick him up. She would pay for the repairs and then bought a froggie too. She was so sweet. She brought the replacement original I had found the listing for and we had a nice chat about her plan for giving the fixed bear to her brother. She also said she would recommend me to others and it was just really sweet and a lovely way to end the day.

I packed up pretty quickly. Chatted with the arts and crafts table next to me (they do free crafts with the kids) about my wagon and how I only ever want to do one trip. I am looking to upgrade my wagon next season though. I want something that folds smaller. But is still strong. I haven't been doing much research but it's on my mind for sure.

I went inside after I loaded the car. Chatted with Meril and Jordan. James was a little busy but I jumped in to give them a hug before I left. I was really looking forward to going home.

When I got back here I put away the groceries. And figured out the best way to warm up my avocado toast from last night. I put the egg and the bread on a pan on the stove and it actually worked pretty well.

I had my lunch and let Sweetp run around outside. But would bring him in and went to change into a big T-shirt so I could lay down.

I would sleep until 430. And it wasn't the best nap ever but it was something.

When I woke up I would go downstairs and laid outside on the porch swing and waited until James got home.

I was feeling pretty nauseous and was just happy to see my husband when they got back. They would kiss my face and went to make me dinner. They made me stuffing and veggie chicken nuggets. Which was great. I had to really pace myself because I was not feeling great. But I tried my best.

I would come inside and laid on the couch with James. Eventually going upstairs to take a bath. They filled a bucket with hot sink water for me. And it was a nice bath. And eventually we would get in bed together to watch videos and cuddle. My stomach hurt and made me nauseous but James pressed on my ribs and that helped.

Now we are just laying on bed. James just finished taking a shower. I think I'm going to throw up again. But I really just want to sleep.

Tomorrow is a long day. I have the first Baltimore autism society class of the season. And then right after I have a wedding to work at the museum. It's going to be a long day but I'm really hoping it will be fun.

I hope you all have a great night. I love you all. Goodnight.

[kitkatt0430]

So I'm 6 episodes into Beware the Batman and I'm still not sure how I feel about this show thus far.

I'm kinda lukewarm on the villains thus far - I hear they get better as the show goes on so hopefully that'll pan out. The fatphobia feels particularly pronounced in the show thus far compared to Batman the Animated series and I don't know if that's because it's genuinely worse or just nostalgia goggles for one of my childhood fav cartoons.

Bruce himself feels kinda flat. I'm not really sure I like the AI, mostly because I feel like it's letting Bruce skip out on the research part of his detective work. It'd be one thing if he had someone like Oracle helping him out, but the AI makes it feel like they just trying to rush the plots by skipping out on time skips.

Alfred is... I like him but he's also not really Alfred. It's not just because of how different he looks or sounds, but just something about his overall vibe and how his relationship with Bruce doesn't feel like a parent/child relationship that's been strained by them also being employee/employer. There's something about Alfred wanting to parent Bruce but yet feeling constrained by the bounds of being the butler and Bruce no longer being a child while Bruce wants to treat Alfred as his father while feeling wary of pushing too far in a way that upsets the power imbalance of technically being Alfred's employer... some Batman cartoons mine that dynamic well and some don't but this one isn't even trying.

Instead the parent/child dynamic with Alfred appears to be given to Tatsu, which does make me interested in their history here. Honestly, Tatsu is the most interesting of the main characters thus far, but of course this is a Batman show so while her plotline is slowly making progress it's also being sidelined for Bruce who, again, is really bland here. Tatsu's backstory reveal thus far has been pretty interesting - tying her both to the Soul Stealer Katana and the League of Assassins - and should make her more important as the show's real plot finally starts advancing. Also her backstory has hinted to what I'm guessing will be the over arching story of the season, the League of Assassins causing trouble with Ra's and Lady Shiva at the helm. Ra's is a bit overdone tbh, but Lady Shiva seems promising.

And last, but not least, Jim Gordon. This is early in his relationship with Batman so he's been trying to arrest Batman instead of work with him. I do like that he does weigh the importance of arresting Batman over other aspects of his job and chasing Batman keeps being the one that loses out on importance - Bruce takes that, of course, to mean that Jim's a potential ally to cultivate but I like to take it that Bruce just isn't that special or important, just annoying.

Overall, the show's kinda mediocre thus far and I don't know how I missed the fact that the animation was CGI before I started watching, but that was jarring to smack into. It's not bad CGI, it's clearly a precursor to shows with similar art styles made in over the years (this show was in... 2012? 2013? something like that) that I've certainly enjoyed. I don't think it's the right art style for Batman, though. It's missing something and I don't know how to articulate it beyond the show - characters and setting alike - feel empty.

(Bonus question, is Lunkhead's heavily implied brain damage Batman's fault? Because it feels like that's what the implication of his conversation with Jim was getting at and it serves to make this version of Bruce something of a massive hypocrite. Oh it's not okay to murder but damaging someone so badly that they have a literal and permanent personality shift that affects their ability to interact with others socially, impairs their ability to respond reasonably to upsetting stimuli, and likely impacts their ability to hold down a permanent job is fine? What the hell Bruce?

That said, I like that Jim was trying not to condescend to Lunkhead and treated the guy's boundaries as valid and worth respecting. Jim needed to talk to Lunkhead about topics he knew would be upsetting for him and tried to make it as painless as possible for them both. There's still some ableism in there; having a brain damaged character with a somewhat child-like personality who answers to the name of Lunkhead is pretty inherently ableist on the show runners/writers part. But it could have been worse. Plenty of real world cops would have arrested Lunkhead for throwing the boxes at them and probably wound up shooting the guy to boot, but Jim deescalates the situation because he's knows Lunkhead is just upset and will stop if calmed down.)

[maryhadalittlehobby]

IWTV S2 Liveblog E3 No Pain

We start out with Daniel in this restaurant and he says he is partial to the non wigging items as his fish is moving. Is this the Louis effect?! from the fox last season

He is trying to piece together things from his dreams. What stands out is "I wont save you this time". I cant really read the rest but its interesting that he is now realizing these are memories and they are significant.

This Raglin James guy. Who is he really? Book readers get the easter egg but is he really the body thief guy. Also Ive heard it say he is a detractor from the Talamasca. Are we meeting him post or pre-detracting if he is who he says he is?

The Talamasca watches and doesn't get involved so why would he be sharing with Daniel EVERYTHING? Especially when he knows Daniel is so susceptible to getting his mind read by the vamps. And he KNOWS but exactly how? Does he have some gifts? Does he have a in the vampire residence like some have guessed. So many questions

900 to 1600 vamps. Geez!

Sleeping Beauty Louis. Get some sleep, you desrve it king! Scoot over I'm tired too!

Peaceful beings real Rashid?! Biological imperative in conflict with human morality?? Sir its in conflict with human existence! but go off i guess

I knew there was some significance to the camera panning to the audio recording on the Daniels laptop but I didn't get it until a second viewing! We didn't see it while Armand was talking but we saw it after and there still should have been sound waves even after he finished speaking! But there weren't! omg Armand!

Blenders lol

The vampire we see in the beginning broke the first and fifth law that rules the Children of Darkness-possibly made a vampire without the coven leaders consent and detroyed another vampire...

Ok here we go Armands version of event. You know its gonna be good -truth or not!

OOhhhh Armand telling Lestat "Come to me?! Did he actually say this or is he parroting Louis's story here?

Hmm this kid is not who I imagined for Nikki but we will give him a chance

I love the mirror story telling here with Lestats rejection of the coven with Louis's rejection of the coven.

Armand showing Lestat his power! Yes humble him king!

The eye thing was hella freaky though not gonna lie

Armand saying Nikki is unharmed meanwhile my man looks ROUGH- Bitten, bruised and battered. This is Armands idea off not harming mind you. Didn't Armand tell Louis last episode I will not harm you??Louis should be afraid.

Lestat has never been more French lol- What are those sounds lol

I wonder is anyone not familiar with the books believes Armand. I can't wait to watch reaction. Lestat is a cartoon bully.

They ended themself * mournful innocent look* Sir you murdered those people!

Lord Lestat and Armand speaking French. Yes whatever yall are saying

Here? now ?! in front of Nikki and the whole theater?Armand playing coy and getting lost in his own self insert fic like soooo hilarious

Lestat is, was and will always be for Lestat... ok IS?!?iS!! Where is he? what does Louis KNow?! In the books up until the end of Louis and Armands relationship, he assumes Lestat is dead because thats what Armand tells him. This Louis seems to know he is alive so what does this mean?!

Never say i love you to a raging narcissist. Louis knows all to well but I do think we will get a Loustat love admission this season if not to actual Lestat then to Dreamstat

Oh Claudia- he kept you hostage. Fucking Bastard

Can we talk about the makeup? The too much eyeliner is so young girl trying to play grown. Trust me I know. Its a canon event. 18 y0 Mary had a little hobby

Some people were upset with the coven calling her puce and the "abuse" she was getting from them. Tell me you haven't been called a lovingly mean nickname without telling me. It was hazing. She has to start from the bottom. And lets face it its nothing in comparison to what they could have and will do.

The sneeze!Somebody had their panties in a bunch about vampires with allergies but come on. It was funny! It was supposed to be comical. Relax babe.

Claudia interning at the theater. Not unlike my internship experiences tbh. Less blood but still alot of sucking up.

I love Sam...both the character and actor

Vampire date night!

Louis said-I'm for the streets! I'm in da club! As he should. Get with it Armand or get Lost!'

"Oh there's room. I'm blushing!" Louis flirting is a thing to behold....but was that a double entendre (eyes)

Daniel flustered trying not to get caught looking at the Talamasca files. When in doubt bring up Claudia. Bam distraction! lol

Santiago if you don't leave Claudia alone! Fishing for details that she and Louis haven't got straight yet(angry face)

Also she tells Santiago she got lying from her maker at-sick burn to Lestat. Santiago's line after could be read that he doesn't think she is a great liar. Neither was Lestat girl!

Louis admitting to Armad he killed Lestat thus breaking one of the great laws. Girl. Armand already knew but GIRL. Atleast he didnt implicate Claudia but STILL ARMAND KNOWS(crying face)

I honestly thought the new version of the "Come to Me" song would come when Louis and Armand were trying to have sexy times. Who knows maybe it will be a reprise lol

The Loustat park scene tho! I am ashamed how much I replayed it...the good bits.

"I am still the only one you trust even now Kill me again" !1!!they are so insane

Louis is so mean to himself as Lestat. Thats not the only way you know how to love. What about Claudia? Your family? Even Lestat in the good years.

Claudia must feel Louis going through it and she must NOT CARE smh He is always kinda going through it so she is probably used it.

Claudia debut on stage. She looks so happy and Louis is a proud dad. This is so fucked up.

I wonder if Louis can hear Santiago talking to Armand. I have no doubt Santiago does not give to fucks about Louis hearing them but Armand does. Louis outright believes Armand is going to kill him so maybe yes. Or maybe he just has a bad feeling especially with how the conversation with Armand ended last time.

The five laws and Louis and Claudia have damn near broken every one 😭

This whole time watching s1 and now s2, I was like i will be fine with what eventually happens to Claudia. Cue to me CRYING at the mention from Armand that she wont make it and not even by his or the covens hand. But because of her own doing.

"And I play the little girl?" ugh this back half of this episode is all pain!

Not for nothing I was genuinely scared for Louis when Armand was threatening him in the sewer...as if Louis is not alive and well telling this story lol. I let the tale seduce me a little too much.

Not Louis and Armand bonding over Lestat breaking their hearts. And that yesterday line is absolutely yesterday. He got Lestat tied up awaiting the trail I know it.

Are you inviting me in? "I love that little fun nod to vampire lore but Louis is so wild for that. Armand was absolutely going to kill you minutes ago fam. And you told you self (through Lestat) that you don't trust him or any of these vamps.m WILD i say

So much happened again this episode! But still good pacing. I liked it better after viewing it again but it comes in 3rd from the episodes we've seen so far. Episode 2 is still my fav so far. So many new questions arose and its soo painful waiting week to week for these episodes!

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[ethereal-writes]

A Long Day (Ft. Satan and GN!MC)

Warnings: Season 1 spoilers, implied almost-cannibalism, reader gets yelled at, reader cries, implied relationship, also reader is shorter than Satan.

Length: 1.5k words

Genre: Hurt, Comfort, little bit of fluff.

Summary: Satan had a long, frustrating day. That was still no excuse to snap at you.

A/N: Alright! First Satan fic! The only brother I haven't written for yet is Lucifer, and I've recently gotten a request for him, so that's happening at some point. Out of all the fics I've written, this one's probably been in the works the longest. It's been sitting in my drafts half-finished for months, so this week I buckled down and finished it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story, and as always, if I missed any warnings, please let me know!

-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)

Story below, please don’t claim as your own!

Satan had had a terrible day.

He hadn't gotten to bed until late the night before because he was reading, so he was exhausted. He also woke up to a ruined book, since he fell asleep before he put it away.

Since he was so reluctant to get out of bed, he didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he was cranky the entire morning.

He didn't do as well as he hoped he would on one of his tests, and to make matters worse, he learned that Lucifer had done better than him.

To top it all off, he'd stayed late studying--maybe the teacher would let him retake it— and got caught in some bad weather on his way home, leaving him soaking wet.

By the time he dragged himself up the front steps, he just wanted to go to his room, get into some dry clothes and relax.

You were waiting by the front door for him. Maybe you’d like to join him?

"Hey Satan!" You greeted him brightly.

You stopped a moment to take him in. "I'm glad you're finally back- is it raining outside?" You asked.

"You think?" He responded, gesturing to himself. Usually, you would've caught his tone, but you were more chipper than usual today. As a result, his sour mood went undetected.

Well, if there was one thing he could always count on, it was you. Even if you didn't mean to, you always managed to make his bad days just a little better. You always seemed happy to see him, no matter what mood he was in.

"Anyways, as I was saying, I'm glad you're back. We're a little late with dinner duty, and Beel is starting to get a little antsy."

"Huh?"

"Beel? He's hungry," you said, though you figured that went without saying.

"We've got dinner duty?" He asked.

"Uh-huh! I already picked out the recipe, and I already checked for the ingredients."

He didn't want to do dinner duty. He wanted to go get changed, maybe take you, and go cuddle you while he read. He didn't want to cook some stupid food for his stupid brothers.

Unaware of how upset he was, you approach Satan and begin unbuttoning his jacket, then tugged it off. He doesn't move at all. It was dripping and making the carpet wet. It was heavy as hell, so you go to hang it on the hook.

"Do you...really need my help?" Satan asked. "Couldn't you handle this one on your own?"

"Hah, I wish!" The jacket was heavy, and you struggled to lift it up. "I've barely got a handle on how to use your stove, let alone cook for seven people and one Beel." Finally, you hoist it up to the hook.

"Come on, let's go get started."

He grit his teeth. He really didn’t want to do this, but you did have a point. Asking you to do this alone probably would’ve stressed you out, and he definitely didn't want you to ask anyone else.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, then reluctantly followed you into the kitchen. Maybe some of your good mood would rub off on him.

"Anyways, I thought we could make-" you flipped the book open to a dog-eared page. (That certainly didn’t help his mood either.) "This!" You pointed excitedly to the page. "I mean, not this exactly. Seeing this reminded me that I know a recipe for it. A different one. Someone I'm close to taught it to me." you explained.

The kitchen filled with the sound of metal clanging as you pulled out the pots and pans. "And it’s pretty good. It’s definitely one of my favorite meals. Plus it’s human food, which I know your brothers tend to like."

Well, you certainly were talkative today.

"And honestly, like, no offense, but I'm glad to get a break from Devildom food now and then. I mean, last time we went out to eat my food blinked at me. Which, I get is normal down here, but uh, yeah, not too common where I'm from."

You paused a moment, gathering your train of thought. "I mean, it's not as bad as the time I went to Lord Diavolo’s and I almost ate- well, you know what it was. Which, again, I know that sort of thing isn't too rare down here, but to say that it's seriously frowned upon where I live would be an understatement. Ugh, I hope I didn't offend anyone when I freaked out."

You'd stopped prepping entirely at this point, just leaning against the counter. If you were going to take up his time, the least you could do was actually make it worth it.

"It's just, the thought of eating- argh, nope, nope. Can't think about it. I'm pretty sure that was the biggest culture shock with being here, actually. That, and getting used to living amongst a bunch of aristocrats. I'm not really sure if that's a culture shock thing or just a status shock, though."

You turn around and started pulling spices out of the cabinet. "Probably both. And I can’t say I’d thought I’d meet royalty, especially not the prince of literal Hell. Or the Avatars of Sin. Or angels. And whatever Solomon is. He says he’s human, but honestly, I don’t know. Hey Satan, can you-?”

"For the love of Diavlo, do you EVER shut up?"

You very visibly flinched, then fell dead silent.

Apparently, the answer to his question was yes.

He knew he was reaching some sort of breaking point, but he didn’t realize it would sneak up on him like that. He truly hadn’t meant to yell at you.

You had frozen, your back turned to him.

Much quieter this time, he spoke your name.

This prompted you to reanimate, and you silently crossed the room and grabbed the salt from the counter beside him.

He didn’t say a word as you started pulling ingredients out of the fridge.

Then he heard it. A sniffle. Barely audible, but definitely a sniffle. Even worse, it was painfully obvious that you were trying to hide it. Great. Making you cry was all he needed to wrap up his awful day.  

Damn it. He didn’t ever want to be the reason you cried.

No, this wasn’t about him anymore.

This was about you.

“No, no, no,” he said quietly, coming up beside you. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, wiping your face with your sleeve.

“No, please, don’t apologize!” He exclaimed. “No, that was my fault, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” you said, closing the fridge and heading back to the counter.

“It’s not. I’m sorry. I’ve had a very long day, but—” he touched your shoulder, gently pulling you to face him. As he suspected, your eyes were filled with tears. “Of course, that’s not an excuse. I shouldn’t have— shouldn’t ever yell at you. Can I…?” He faltered. “Can I give you a hug?”

You nodded, and that was all the encouragement he needed to wrap you in his arms. He could feel you trembling slightly.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again.

“It’s not your job to apologize to me,” he said. “You didn’t do anything.”

“No, I mean I’m sorry for overreacting,” you clarified.

He shook his head. “You aren’t overreacting.”

“I guess, but..” you sniffled. “I just feel kind of dumb. I know you’re not going to hurt me or anything. Yelling just startles me, and when I get startled, I cry.”

“People react to different things different ways. Crying is a fair reaction to getting yelled at.”

You nodded, falling silent for a moment.

Gradually, you stopped trembling.

Then suddenly, you pulled away from him, giggling.

“What is it?” He asked.

You gestured to your now-soaked clothes. Oh, right. He’d just been caught in the rain.

“Oh…uhm, sorry,” he said.

You shook your head with a small smile. “It’s fine.”

You glanced around the kitchen and sighed. “You know what? Screw it,” you said, walking out of the kitchen and flicking off the lights.

Satan followed, giving you a puzzled look. “What about dinner duty?”

“Levi owes me one for standing in line for four hours so he could get two signed copies of something or other. I’ll ask him to do it.” You pulled out your D.D.D, messaging the demon in question.

“Besides,” you added, not looking up from your screen “Cuddling with you by the fireplace in the library sounds pretty good right now.”

You sent the text, putting your phone back in your pocket with a little flourish.

“There, that takes care of that,” you said. “Now, why don’t you go get into some dry clothes? I’ll do the same, and we’ll meet in the library in ten. Sound good?” You asked.

He nodded. Of course it did.

“Alright. See you then.” You stood on your toes, giving Satan a peck on the cheek before heading to your room.

He watched a moment, then promptly hurried to his room.

He didn’t want to be late.

[eeb-rody]

Listen,, listen, l i s t e n,,, when I consume media I usually latch onto one character and just kinda ride it out knowing I really only give a shit about them. Idk why I do this and it's probably not great for like "objective media analysis" or whatever but it's been happening since I was like 10 so what can I do.

For wwdits it was Guillermo bc that's just sorta the genre of character I like. Fruity, horny for his boss, ok with crime, disrespected, he checks all my boxes. And don't get me wrong, I still love him dearly but like,,,,

For the first time I think I'm starting to get more of an attachment to Lazlo. And just to be clear,, I did not give one dusty shit about Lazlo for 2 whole seasons like,,, he was solidly my least favorite but like?? Season three Lazlo hits different, like there's focus on him like,, caring about the neighbor and caring about Colin Robinson. And like?? I'm noticing how he just doesn't participate when he thinks something is stupid. Like with all the vampiric council shit, and playing matchmaker for Nandor with the cloak. The best example is "NAN-" bc one, it's funny as fuck but it's also a comment on how Nandor is being a big dumb idiot baby, contrasted with the whole Colin Robinson speech.

Like, noticing this changes his character on a rewatch too, none of this characterization is a season 3 thing.

I also like that a lot of the shit he cares deeply about is dumb as fuck. You gotta respect a man who collects vintage porn and will learn to fix a car even though he has the power of flight.

Okay so, I've established that he's a deeply individualistic character but I think what really tipped him over the edge as far as being my favorite is that combined with how important his relationship with Nadja is to who he is. Like,, this is a man who loves his wife. Like, holy shit I cannot stress this enough, this motherfucker will behead a man 500 times because he made her upset. He only is who and what he is because of his lady wife Nadja. Victorian bi wife energy except he also is the bi wife (I know they're pan, I'm just using the figure of speech). This sort of relationship could read as weird and dependant (and I'm not saying it always doesn't) but it works because we as the audience know for a fact that Lazlo is so intensely his own person, and both parties are 100% willing and capable of advocating for themselves. So you get to enjoy that level of intense devotion without that "boy this is kinda creepy if you think about it" nagging at you.

Also he has good flaws. Like he's stubborn and a fucking idiot. He's also very pretentious and self centered which is a big plus for me personally.

You see a lot of focus on nandermo and like, rightfully so, they're also fun and interesting as hell but Lazlo has been living in my head rent free for weeks now and I just needed to fixate on that for a hot sec.

Anyway I was gonna make an "in this essay I will" joke but this is actually essay length so idk if that would work. Thank all three of you for reading all the way through. In closing, I just think he's neat :)

[not-all-the-prayers]

How can you have Juliana Manguiles as the love interest and then have the man who outed them be the one the producers want to be the endgame. It's so wrong in so many levels

I have a lot of thoughts on this whole situation so thank you for this message

first of all I couldn't agree more.

I mean Laura was the saving grace of this messy af season (and Paola obvs)

I'm gonna leave the rest under the cut cause it got long

I loved the idea of having a character explore their sexuality but tbh the writers really fucked it up by clearly trying to contrast Bradley's blossoming romance with Laura with Bradley's existing friendship with Cory. when I first started watching the show I was worried they were gonna immediately go with a Bradley x Cory romance and I was so relieved that it seemed like a solid friendship instead.

BUT NO. not only could the writers not leave it as a healthy platonic friendship (which we don't see nearly enough of between men and women) but then they had to go and make Cory betray Bradley in one of the worst possible ways.

and if one (1) person tries to defend it the way he started to in the finale ("means to a justifiable end" or whatever tf he said) I will come for their throats.

I liked Cory in season 1 even though he was obviously a little nuts. but there is no defense for what he did to Bradley (and Laura) even if his motives were just to protect Hannah's reputation. but let's be real they weren't. he's now just another man who's upset about being "friendzoned" and fuck that. that's on the writers. season 1 Cory would have never.

even if I had ever been hoping for a Bradley x Cory romance I sure as fuck wouldn't be now. also, on a semi-related note why tf are there so many shots of Cory looking like a hurt puppy about Bradley x Laura?? is that supposed to make us feel bad for him?

I think Bradley's relationship with Laura has been great. (fuck everyone on instagram who voted it wasn't "healthy" or whatever. whoever manages that account was really just inviting the homophobes in on that one.) as someone who has trauma and toxic family members, Laura's advice to Bradley has been great.

I was a little hesitant about her motives early on in regards to Bradley being open about her sexuality but again I blame the writers. it seems like they were trying to make the audience not trust Laura and why??

basically this season was a hot mess and by leaving Laura out of the finale and having Cory "confess his love" the writers basically fucked up the one good aspect of it (Bradley & Laura's relationship).

anyway after all that I'm honestly torn over whether I even want a season 3. like part of me does because I have a small sliver of hope but also I have like no confidence left in the writers at this point. and also do they even deserve another season?

oh and one last sidenote. as much as I love the part of this fandom that's pulling for Bradley and Laura I'm so tired of everyone referring to them both as lesbians. like Laura yeah we know. but Bradley has made it clear she likes men as well. definitely some bi/pan erasure happening there.

anyway, here's to maybe getting a better season 3 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[punksarahreese]

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.” + someone new au

Connor wasn't used to cooking. Call it rich boy privilege, he just never needed to growing up and had the disposable income to have others cook for him. He could make basic things, eggs or macaroni, but nothing too crazy out of fear he wouldn't be good at it. It was something Sam had teased him about when they were involved and yet his current girlfriends knew better than to pick arguments over it. It had never been a big deal for either of them, since cooking could be hard and Ava didn't mind being the one to cook the most around their place.

He was determined to make breakfast for the girls, though, on one particular morning he was awake early. Ava had gotten off a twelve hour shift at 4 am and would sleep in a bit and Sarah came back from a psych conference late the previous evening. The two would be sleepy and the least he could do was make them coffee and something to eat.

In theory it was a good plan, the strong scent of coffee filling the carafe across the room set the warm ambiance of the kitchen. Connor's attention was on the stove, though, spatula in hand. The pancake batter was a little lumpy, despite the extra time he spent whisking it. Hoping it wouldn't matter, Connor had poured a scoop into the pan and waited for it to cook on the one side. It seemed to be taking longer than expected, yet he figured he just needed to turn up the heat.

One thing he was not expecting was the amount of smoke that suddenly filled the room. He had barely noticed the pancake had started to burn until the shrill beeping of the smoke detector began. It startled him at first, the spatula clattering to the linoleum floor. Connor barely had the forethought to turn off the burner before grabbing a towel that hung from its place on a cupboard handle.

Thankful for his height in that moment, he tried to fan the smoke away to silence the alarm. He heard quick shuffling from down the hallway, though, and it wasn't long before he saw two startled faces dash into the kitchen.

"Connor, what the fuck?”

He winced at Ava's question, apologizing almost immediately, He could see the exhaustion on the blonde's face, barely masked as her fear ebbed away to annoyance at the absence of an actual fire. She was tired and Sarah didn't look much better, though he could see she was shaking a little. Loud sounds were her least favourite thing, especially when they disturbed a peaceful moment.

"I wanted to make you breakfast..." he mumbled sheepishly, "I must have cooked the pancakes for too long."

Ava crossed the room to him, peeking over her boyfriend's shoulder at the state of her good cast iron pan. The thin layer of batter had darkened to match the seasoned metal, an acrid smell surrounding the stove. She sighed and turned back to Connor, "Did you forget to oil the pan?"

"What?"

"You need to add a fat to the pan so the batter doesn't stick and burn, dear."

"oh..." Connor shook his head, "I'm sorry."

"Connor," Sarah was in front of him suddenly, taking his hands in hers. She had calmed down a bit and was looking at him sympathetically, silently checking his hands and bare arms for any evidence of a burn from the incident. When she saw he was fine, Sarah squeezed his hand, "Darling, I love you and all but please step out of the kitchen."

"Sorry," the guarded tone and repeated apologies was out of character for him and both his girlfriends saw how this affected him. He had messed up a mundane task and had clearly wanted to make them a good breakfast both to make their morning better and make them proud. He wasn't one to get so upset over something small, so they knew it was important to him.

"It's fine, my love," Ava promised, "We can order breakfast, okay?"

Sarah nodded happily, "That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"I guess..."

Ava's thin arms snaked around his waist, fingers settling in the dip of his hipbones. A reassuring kiss was pressed to his shoulder, "Don't be upset, Connor; it happens to all of us. If you want we can teach you how to cook things."

"Yeah! I think it would be nice," Sarah's eyes lit up at the proposal, "A bonding moment, since any time spent with you two is enjoyable."

"Thank you," he sighed and relaxed a bit into Ava's embrace, "I would like to learn."

"Then it's a date," Sarah grinned at him, "We'll have to find some good recipes, yeah?"

[emptymasks]

Have you seen any of the people deflecting criticism of the show (and sylki possibly becoming canon) from genderfluid people and such with "well, Loki fucked a horse in mythology!"? I've been seeing a lot about it. And it's really really upsetting me. It's a fundamental misunderstanding of the mythology, it feels like it's conflating bisexuality/genderfluidity with bestiality, and it misunderstands the arguments people are making. I'm really about to disengage with the entire fandom because things are getting so bad. I wanted fun genderfluid rep from a portrayal of a deity I actually worship. I knew the conservatives would be pissed, but now it's coming from all sides. There's no place to hide anymore. So, I hope you know you're far from alone, although I know it doesn't really lessen the hurt. I really admire your constant attempts at education. But please don't feel like it's something you have to continue doing.

Oh god yes, I've talked about this before and how much I hate it and someone even reblogged my last post with that tag and i just...

1. Marvel/MCU Loki the character and the Norse God Loki are not the same. One is based off and inspired by the other yes, but they are different beings. Marvel Loki has never fucked a horse.

2. Stop. Just stop. I've seen "well Loki fucked a horse" used to defend people shipping Loki with various characters, used to defend Loki being canonically bisexual or genderfluid, or just used to justify any weird Loki actions or antics, and it's disgusting. It's disgusting to bring up bestiality, even as a joke, with a canonical bisexual character, especially when you think you're using it like "Loki isn't bi" "Loki fucked a horse, shut up" because what you are doing there is conflating bisexuality with bestiality. It's a real common biphobic and panphobic stereotype that bisexuals and pansexuals fuck animals because 'they'd fuck anything'. Also comparing genderfluidity with shapeshifting into an animal and fucking an animal, none of it is okay. There's a good thread on Twitter from someone who studies Norse mythology at uni that talks about how some of the ways Loki's gender and sexuality is described in Norse mythology isn't always in a positive way anyway and shouldn't always be taken literally. I don't care if it's a joke. And if you're bisexual and genderfluid and like saying it, I can't stop you, but I can ask that you not say it to other bi or fluid people who might not be okay with it just because you are. For me personally, it upsets me a lot when people reblog my posts and add that as a tag. It's not supporting me or my post, it just feels like you're saying because I'm pan I'm into bestiality, that because Loki is bi he's into bestiality and it makes me so uncomfortable please stop doing it.

(Also as I see you're into Norse mythology let me know if I refer to God Loki in a bad way. Whenever I talk about how it's wrong to conflate them with Marvel Loki I always make sure to say they're "separate beings" and not "separate characters" because I don't want to upset anyone who worships him, practises any type of witchcraft or deity work, or is just really into Norse mythology even if they don't believe in it.)

But thank you, it's rare that I get anons supporting me, I get more shouting at me and telling me to shut up. I'm sure it's just that people who agree tend to just like or reblog and people who are mad are louder and more likely to message me to argue, but it still makes everything seem like there's more people who hate me than like me.

I need to learn how to balance wanting to talk about fluidphobia and trying to educate people on what being genderfluid actually means, and taking care of my mental health because it has been in bad decline these last two weeks because of engaging in the fandom more. I never used to see this much fluidphobia in the fandom before the show came out though and I just wish someone from the show would comment on something, any of the issues genderfluid people have raised, but I know it won't happen. It would be nice if for season 2 they consulted genderfluid people or had genderfluid people on the writing team, but I doubt that will happen.

[melodiousramblings]

JUST finished season 7 and I... I mean. Sorry, but I actually enjoyed it? Like, the first half was a little slow but there was a lot of emotional stuff in that first half and then the second half was the battle for Earth and a FUCKTON of action and giant robot battles and like...??? I was on the edge of my seat for those last three episodes even after having seen quite a few major spoilers.

Idk, maybe it's because I didn't have any shipping goggles on. Though I am a bit worried about the hinted het ship(s) that will likely get pushed in the final season, not necessarily because they're het ships but because it just feels like a big step backwards in characterization for these particular characters. :l I'd honestly rather the show end with no ships at all.

I SUPER enjoyed Hunk's arc. This really was his season and after being the butt of a lot of jokes previously, this felt so good. So thank you to the writers for that.

As for the Adam debate... I've seen posts talking about the scene where Shiro's standing at the memorial and he says "I'm sorry." and how that "wasn't enough" but I didn't see a single post mentioning Shiro's speech in the final episode and how it pans over Adam's plaque when Shiro says "It truly feels like a light has gone out in our lives and the sun itself couldn't reignite it." Idk, I mean... that felt pretty significant to me... and Shiro's not like an overly emotional character so I'm not quite sure I understand all the, um, "disk horse"... *shrugs* But that's just me. Edit: To clarify, I'm talking about Shiro's mourning, not Adam's death itself. I feel people are pretty justified in their upset because as an audience we had very little to NO connection to Adam and then bam, he's gone. Mmm, "bury your gays" trope, anyone?

But that major flaw aside, I honestly enjoyed this season, and yes it did have it's problems, no it wasn't perfect, but like... idk jeez.

I really hope Lotor returns (with a proper redemption maybe pls? :/) and with that final scene, I feel like we've been set up for Haggar being the final big bad and I'm nervously excited for the end.

[tiny-little-bird]

Hi Eca! How do you think the reunion between Jon and Sansa, Arya and Bran will play out? I'm especially curious to know how you think the Jonsa reunion will be like. Thanks! I love your blog!!

Hi there, nonny!

I see that you’ve sent in this question again and I’d like to start with apologizing for the late reply, been meaning to reply to you for a while now, but I got caught up with other things. 😅🙏

Okay, so I think that the reunion between the Starks in season8, will go down similarly to how the Stark goodbyes happened in season 1, meaning they will not happen all at once (at least in my opinion). This is how I’d do it, because if you separate each reunion then, each of them becomes more meaningful, because you have a little bit of time to “breathe” in between them. 

Also if you think about it, the Stark reunions we’ve had so far were all, yes, you guessed it, separate from one another, Sansa/Jon (6x04), Sansa/Bran (7x03), Sansa/Arya (7x04), Arya/Bran (7x04 these two happened in the same episode, but Arya’s reunion with Bran was separate from her reunion with Sansa in the Crypts).

Now I’ll get a little bit into how I think he will reunite with each of the Starks.

Arya

Personally, the way I see it, knowing Arya, there is no way that she will wait for Jon to arrive to Winterfell, once news breaks that he’s somewhat close to Winterfell, she will get on a horse and meet him half way. So, if I’m right (and I strongly believe I am), the first reunion Dandelion will assist to, will be Jon’s with Arya. She’ll get to see and have a good picture on how he behaves with Arya in contrast with how he behaves with Sansa. Chances are we’ll see Jon muss Arya’s hair and have a laugh with her. I’m expecting Arya and Jon to say something along these lines to each other, “I’ve missed you big brother (just kike Lyanna told Ned in the Tower lf Joy). // I’ve missed you too, little sister.” I have this picture in my head of Arya and Jon on the same horse. Arya might decide to hop on Jon’s horse and ride back to Winterfell with him (just like she did with the Hound, if you remember), or Jon might offer they ride together, idk. I think it could be so sweet and hearth warming to see them do that. I’m going to be so emotional when they reunite.

I also believe Arya will send Dandelion looks. I don’t believe that, because I have a dislike for Dandelion, I believe it because there is no way Arya is going to like the woman who almost got her favourite brother (the person she loves most in the world), killed. Not once, but TWICE, and for what? For power, for the Iron Throne, the stupid chair due to/for which I must remind you, Ned was MURDERED. Just because Arya was fascinated with the tales of Aegon and his sisters and his dragons, it doesn’t mean that since Dandelion has dragons, Arya is going to love/like her lol Dandelion might have decided to “help” after sending Jon on a suicide mission and after (not) getting her dumb truce, but that doesn’t change the fact that she is an ENEMY of the North. 

Bran

You know, I think Bran might not be there waiting for Jon in the yard, he might be warging/greenseeing at the moment of his arrival and therefore, maybe, Jon’s reunion with Bran might be the last one and might happen in the Godswood, or in Bran’s room or in the crypts; where remains to be seen really, it could be either of those. Though, there is a chance he’ll be waiting for him with Sansa, I can’t rule it out 100%, but gut feeling and intuition tells me that all three reunions will be completely separate from one another.

Sansa

Well, they can go many ways about their reunion:

1. They can have Sansa not show up immediately, not be in the yard. Jon asks Arya where Sansa is, and just like Sansa shrugged in Season 1, when Cat asked her where Arya was, Arya will shrug too (it would be a cool parallel), perhaps after shrugging she says something like, “She said she’d be here, but she’s so busy preparing the Castle and everyone for attack/war. She runs around all day.”, but then Sansa shows up, elegantly descending the stairs with Ghost by her side, looking majestic (as always), Arya could look past Jon, point towards Sansa and say “Oh, there she is.”, and the camera pans to Sansa again and then to Jon turning around and then a zoom in on his face upon seeing her (I’m so looking forward to seeing the winter outfits Clapton created for our Queen in the North).

2. She waits for him in the yard, their eyes meet, they look at each other for a moment, they smile and then, either they walk towards each other (and we get a 6x04 hug 2.0), or Jon walks towards Sansa, and hugs her tightly. And maybe D&D will have them have a similar convo to Arya and Jon’s, but slightly… different, “I’m glad you’re finally home. I’ve missed you, Jon.” // “I’ve missed you too, Sansa.” or something like that.

3. They hug, then Sansa breaks the hug and looks him straight in the eyes (maybe places a hand on one of his cheeks idk) and goes, “You fool. What were you thinking? You could’ve died.” (and her voice cracks on died), she shortly glances at Dandelion and gives her a look, Jon turns to look at Dandelion too, then looks at Sansa looking at Dandelion, then Sansa turns back to look at Jon, he smiles at her and says, “But I didn’t, did I? I’m still here.” and he plants a second sweet and heartfelt kiss on her forehead (right in front of Dandelion’s salad lol).

It might be a mix between all of 3 though. We might even get another “New dress?” scene to which Sansa says nothing, she smiles then nods, and Jon could either do the same, just nod and smile and/or he could say, “White suits you better than black/grey, it brings out the colour of your eyes and your hair.” (I doubt this one is happening, but it’s canon in my head and as I always say, never say never lol). We’ll have to see, but they will make sure to make the difference between the Jon/Arya’s reunion and Jon/Sansa’s very obvious and striking to the audience.

I bet we’ll get to see Dandelion’s reaction/face/expression to both reunions and I bet my hat, that the camera will zoom in on her face while watching Jon and Sansa’s reunion unfold. Where I think she’ll smile seeing Jon and Arya reunite, thinking it’s cute and sweet, I don’t think she will do the same upon seeing how “oddly” different his reunion with Sansa is, how different (full of weird tension it is, maybe even a bit awkward) Jon and Sansa’s behaviour towards each other is. We might get Tyrion’s reaction to their reunion as well, he’s all too familiar with how Jaime and Cersei behaved around each other, and we might also get a zoom in/shot of Arya’s face/reaction too, since I think Arya, will be taken aback too, by how close Sansa and Jon have become, and more than anyone she might be able to tell something is up with the two of them.

We all know that Jon values Sansa’s opinion of him, a lot, so I also think chances are he might be hesitant, hugging her, taking the initiative, fearing she’s upset with him, feeling/thinking that he’s let her down, disappointed her. His behavior in their reunion scene might even be more awkward than usual. So, personally, I think they’ll walk towards each other, and just like in their first reunion Sansa might be the first to start walking towards him, not sure she will jump in Jon’s arms though, like she did the first time around, but it will be emotional for sure.

I don’t know, there are pretty high chances that I’m completely off regarding what they’ll say to each other etc., after all, these are only my theories, but what I’m 99% sure about is: their reunions will be separate, Arya will meet Jon halfway, the tone of Jon/Arya’s reunion will be very different compared to Jon/Sansa’s, and Sansa will look breathtaking.

Thank you for the ask nonny, I hope my answer didn’t disappoint.

#JonsaIsComing #ReunionsAreComing 💙