#finn writes stuff finally

[badge-does-stuff]

fake friend

(from poetry vol. 6. this author appreciates kudos & comments!)

you said you loved me and

you said you cared

yet in the same breath

you laughed

about the things

i so reluctantly forgave him

for mentioning

and you laughed

when we both know you realize

how easily i scar

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[aquickstart]

pls may i have some saltburn takes. i saw u liked my post abt oliver never having read the reading list and it made me giggle.

OH YES DUDE oh i Loved that post because it brings up actually something that for some reason i haven't seen discussed much. oliver's unreliable narration.

i have a brilliant, i think, genius four-question plan for making people understand saltburn, and it has worked before and i will maybe elaborate on it, but not right now. right now i'll talk about one of the questions.

who is oliver telling this story to, and why?

we've established that he's an unreliable narrator at least because it's the logical conclusion for a movie shot in a way that opens and closes with his narrative. but what does oliver being untruthful actually mean for what we know about anything and everything that happened. have you ever obsessed over this particular question. well. i have.

my hot take, first of all, is that oliver is not that smart. he's clever, but the point of the movie is that he's caught up in and driven by desire; desire, pointedly, in the moment, merging desire, adapting to circumstance and leading him on. his want is not concrete from the beginning. his want is insatiable hunger that grows.

so, okay, from the top. the whole meet-cute with felix? because of a punctured tire? eh. idk if that's true. the money thing at the bar, pretending to not have any while he actually did? eh, perhaps. chronologically he then lies to felix about his dad, and this is big, this is deliberate, this is what ties felix to him for good.

what if the first two instances were coincidences? like, felix genuinely in trouble then, oliver genuinely out of cash. makes sense to become attached and actually do something, something impulsive, drastic, when felix seems to be drifting away, and lie about his dad.

interjection: you might be saying, nadia, he lied about his family from the get-go. well of course. i didn't say he's not smart enough to clock what image of a damsel in distress felix would gobble up. i'm saying he didn't do it for the long game, because there was no long game to speak of, as narrator-oliver would have you believe. i think he wanted felix so badly in that moment of several months in oxford, i think he was so blinded that he would've said anything. and he did.

now, i've briefly talked about oliver's feelings about the invitation to saltburn, and i think this is very important here. in the moment, he couldn't possibly know what exactly this invitation could mean, in the long run, only that it is definitely the next step in progression of desire for felix. present-day oliver interjection, and i believed him, after felix said he could leave anytime, i read as a slip up, an admission that oliver didn't plan shit, or at least from the beginning he didn't. it lured him in as soon as he got there, gothic house driving mad-style. he held on to a dream of something elusive (felix as a friend? lover? forever-partner in whatever capacity? i want him so bad i don't care what he is as long as he's there? please? please?).

the other obvious hole to poke at is in the end. venetia very conveniently takes the razors he places for her, and while sure, it could be read as him just hinting at how he conveniently read her fragile state and took advantage of it, i don't buy it. (i'm honestly even tempted to suggest he met elspeth on accident, to then spin a pretty story for his own sake, but him keeping tabs on the surviving cattons all those years tracks with what we know about obsessive oliver; he's definitely known about her flat for a while.)

but those are all minor stuff. i get completely if you think i'm reading too much into it and this is all just a headcanon after all, to be fair. BUT. but.

my second big take is that oliver was/is madly in love with felix. i know, shocking. but you have probably seen people say he wasn't. i will elaborate.

i wasn't in love with him. i loved him. i hated him. what does this sound like. have you ever had a friend come to you after a breakup fuming and telling you how they'll never end up with this asshole for sure and then get back together with him and then break up and say the same thing again.

i loved him, but i wasn't in love with him. i know everyone thought i was, but i wasn't. have you never told anyone something of the sort, specifically the last part, to emphasize just how it's everyone around you that's kinda hung up on whatever it is, and you've moved way past it, actually. have you never told yourself that.

i have. i know many other people who have, too. so, who is oliver telling this story to, and why? there's no one but dead elspeth in front of him. there's no one but himself. fun fact: each time you recall an event, it distorts under the influence of the mix of past and present emotions. each time you recall, you mold memory (source, e.g., x). the way i personally see it, oliver, for whatever reason, retells the story in order to solidify his own memory of it in the way that he wants to remember it. whatever he says, this is his final word, and this is his final truth.

this is also why details slip through, like my beloved i believed him, like the emotional i hated him growing into self-convincing, misleadingly dismissive, definitely unsure i hated him by the end. those are the true emotions that he recalls, those are the times that are hard to rewrite, for whatever reason.

of course, he hated them all. but before that, he loved felix to the point of blindly following where felix's desire led oliver, at least the way oliver perceived felix's desire. it failed, crucially, when felix's desire brought them to the center of the labyrinth, where oliver could not be the desired anymore.

my third hot take in connection to this is that oliver did not know he would kill felix until the very night he did it. he didn't know it, i think, until the last hour, until felix refused to reconcile completely, until he made his blood run cold. i also briefly mention it here, specifically how farleigh is tragically connected to felix's death, in my opinion. this tracks with, again, my strong belief that oliver lies, lies and lies throughout this whole story about wanting to take everything from felix from the beginning; no, he fucking didn't. he wanted felix. he wanted felix to be his. that was number one priority. he wanted felix and whatever else came with it, undoubtedly, but not the other way around.

paradoxically, he also wanted to be felix; he wanted to be him and be with him just as us tumblr people can often relate and the tragedy is that you always have to choose. felix pushed him away, so there was no other choice but to take what was left of felix that oliver could take. hence the clothes wearing, the table scene talk, the refusal to leave.

felix chose not to choose oliver, so oliver became felix. it's his fault. felix promised oliver could leave. felix left instead. what was oliver to do.

but to your point about the books, i think it could be either way, actually. i think he could have lied about it because technically that's also in character for him, he was performing for an audience of his tutor. but i also think that he was, genuinely, a nerd before he came to oxford, and he didn't, and still doesn't, have any friends, and he hates his sisters and his mother and is miserable. he's the perfect profile of someone who'd read king james' bible over the summer, and then some, imma be honest.

so, yes. i think oliver lies about most things in saltburn and i think he's pathetic, lost, confused, grieving, angry, horny, down bad and in denial. and i fucking love him. i so fuckin do.

[guppygiggles]

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[dan-crimes]

I don't personally enjoy death in my stories for one because I have no experience with it personally and for two because you can't torture a character anymore once they've died 😇

[lichenes]

Heard you were wanting to write for Silco and I came running!

I was wondering if you could possibly write something fluffy between Silco and male reader? If you write for male readers of course, G/N is also fine. Perhaps Silco is having a rough day and the reader is there for him? I love reverse comfort fics and Silco has become one of my favs.

Thank you in advance and take your time. No sweat if this request isn't for you :)

We definitely have too little silco x male!reader stuff!! I shall do my part 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Silco is a deeply flawed and intricately written character and I can't quite relay that in my writing but I hope I soon will get it... anyway!

CW: pet names (dove, my love), upset silco (as if he didnt have enough), lap sitting - scandalous!!

wc: 600

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“Silco?” You asked entering his office. He was sitting in his chair, facing the ornate window of the room. Silco didn't respond. You assumed it was your cue to leave. Just before you closed the door he turned around and demanded your presence.

“Come here.” His voice seething with leftover anger. He preferred to work on his grievances alone, you knew that, so why was he so eager to have you by his side this time? You closed the door with a soft click and walked up slowly to his desk unsure what to do.

Your relationship was relatively fresh as he had asked you just a few weeks back to be his beloved. He then presented you with a necklace with a stone you weren’t quite familiar with, to encapsulate his devotion to you and consummate your relationship.

You'd toy with it when stressed or overwhelmed to ground yourself and keep yourself afloat, thinking about him. Your infatuation was something not many understood. Nevertheless, you persisted in your fidelity to the ruler of Zaun.

“Come here.” He emphasised. Your feet led you to his side as he patted his spread legs giving you a sign to sit in the most comfortable seat of all, his lap. And so you obeyed. When you were sitting comfortably he was holding you up by the small of your back and he was staring.

He was staring at your Adam's apple, as it bobbed up and down, and was trailing his sight down to the necklace. A wanton move was made soon after you noticed it. He cradled the piece of jewellery delicately and soon, he was tugging on it making you come closer to him. 

You relaxed in his grasp and put your hands on the armrests of his chair to further steady yourself. “What did you want, dove?” Said Silco finally responding to your question, still holding you by your, de facto, collar. “Just wanted to check up on you.” You almost whispered, breathless staring at him, not wanting to break contact. 

“Hmm… is that so?” 

You nodded. “Correct me if I'm wrong, my love…” Your noses were almost touching. “But… I think you had something else in mind when you went looking for me.” 

Admittedly you were feeling a little lonely, nevertheless you pulled away. Silco was many things but he never was this openly flirtatious towards you. He did profess his love to you, not actually bared his heart. Although slowly but surely, you were chipping away at his tough exterior.

“Forgive me my love.” You dared. “You seem to be bothered by something.” You put your hand in his hair and scratched his scalp lightly. Silco's smugness momentarily fled from his features, introducing a certain softness and returned back, just as soon. “Oh? Are you worried about me, little dove?” 

You put your hands on his cheek. “Silco.” Your face went stoic. “Tell me what's wrong.” He couldn't deny you any longer so he folded. “It's…” You frowned slightly, beckoning him to keep talking. “It seems I can't catch a break with you, can I?” He chuckled. “Alright then.” He sighed and began explaining his latest quandaries. You were nodding along, listening to his every word and when he finished talking you offered advice which he gladly took. 

“Also I think Finn is a shithead, but that’s just my opinion.” He chuckled at your sentiment. A moment of serenity was broken by his sudden capture of your lips. You gladly leaned into the kiss battling for dominance, losing nevertheless. 

“What would I do without you, dove?”

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[sunrise-imagines]

I have a big fat crush on Simon and Finn would you please do some hcs for either of them

Since I’ve already done some for Finn, I think now is a good time to write a little for Simon! Watching him become the latest Tumblr Sexyman™️ has been a dream come true.

*Ending contains spoilers for the last two episodes of Fionna and Cake*

TW: Trauma (this is Simon “‘My fiancé turned into a cosmic deity’ ‘That’s rough buddy’” Petrikov we’re dealing with), mentions of Depression, hurt/comfort

Simon Petrikov x Reader General Relationship Headcanons

• Oh boy, this one’s a doozy.

• Please be patient with him. He is a mess of a person currently, still dealing with the grief of losing Betty and feeling like he doesn’t belong in Ooo no longer being magic. He gets so wrapped up in his sadness that he can neglect the relationships he has in the present. This gets much better after the ending though.

• Self care days are a must, please just pamper this man with a nice hot bath and a massage every once in a while.

• Really good cook, he loves making food for you and it makes him feel like he can actually take care of you.

• He worries about you a lot, especially if you’re someone that likes to take risks and do dangerous stuff.

• He’s a big nerd so he gets excited if you share interests in stuff like science and literature.

• Although he doesn’t like to go on life-threatening adventures (Finn), he still loves the exploring the outdoors and the two of you regularly go for hikes around the safer parts of Ooo.

• Will be very happy if you also have a good friendship with Marceline, seeing his partner and adoptive daughter interact touches his heart.

• Such a simp for you, like if you ask him for anything he will make it his mission to fulfill your request

• His love language is definitely words of affirmation. He needs you to tell him how much you care about him and he loves saying the same to you. He could go on for hours about every little thing he loves about you.

• Marcy and Bonnie will come over for dinner a few times a week, sometimes joined by Finn and HW as well.

• He hates celebrating his own birthday (he’s turning 60) but he loves yours and will definitely bake you a cake and throw small birthday party for you. The party only consists of a few close friends but if you don’t like parties he’s perfectly fine with it being just the two of you.

• At first he wasn’t sure if you would even want to date an old man like him, but as time went on he became more confident in himself and that he deserves love just as much as anyone else, and he’s more than happy to share that love with you.

Bonus!

• Despite her current state, GolBetty is immensely happy seeing Simon finally able to move on and be happy.

• Even if they never got their happy ending, the fact that you and him are able to live happily together brings her peace, and she trusts you to take care of him.

[bearshideout]

Ahh hi I saw you are wanting request I just gave a question if you would write a Rhea Ripley x reader [Platonic] Or maybe a judgement Day x reader [Platonic]

(Only asking BCS ik some people only like to write romantic relationships)

(First Request! Thank you <3)

Judgment Day x GN Reader (Platonic)

"Family"

You are a new wrestler who has recently joined the main roster but is struggling to find your own group luckily for you a certain group wants you as a new addition and they cant wait to welcome you in.

Y/n sighed as they packed all their stuff away in the locker room, the sounds off chatter filled their ears. It seemed ever since joining a few weeks back they couldn't find their place, everyone had already made there friends and even though they were all nice they weren't accepting new people into there groups. Y/n had never felt lonelier hearing everyone making plans after the match, they had given up on asking anymore groups if they could join the rejection hurt every time.

As they were leaving the locker room they suddenly bumped into Rhea. "I'm so sorry Rhea I didn't see you there" y/n said panicked the last thing they wanted was to start making enemies especially not with the judgment day. All they got back in return was a laugh "Don't worry about it, actually I was just looking for you" As y/n went through all the possible things she could have done to make this conversation go bad they were interrupted but this time by a male arm being wrapped around their shoulder. They looked up to see Damian who was smiling down at them "Yeah we all wanted to talk to you if you don't mind" Y/n looked at them now realizing Dom and Finn had also stood with Rhea. Dom started walking to the Judgment day's room "Lets talk in there don't want anyone listening in" Finn followed behind him nodding, Rhea grabs Y/n's hand and leads her along with a cheeky grin "your not in trouble" she jokes.

Finn opens the door for them all to go inside "We don't bite... well I don't cant say same bout this lot" he jokes getting a laugh out of y/n. While walking in she can see Dom already sprawled across one of the sofas. "so what did you want to talk about" y/n asked looking at them all, Damian's arm still around their shoulder. "Well we've been talking and we think you'd make a perfect addition to the Judgment Day, we have already talked to Triple H and he thinks its just what we need as long as you agree to it" Damian says giving your shoulder a slight squeeze. Before y/n can even gather their thoughts Rhea grabs y/n's arms desperately "Please say yes I'm begging you I need to talk to someone about [same interest] with" she begs over dramatically to sell her point making Dom shake his head and laugh. "So what do you say y/n are you in" Finn asks with a slight hint of fear.

They all wait with anticipation until finally "Yes!" y/n smiles enthusiastically they had been waiting for this moment since they joined WWE they finally had a group. "Welcome to the family" says Finn giving y/n a hug which they happily gave back. "Not fair y/n is now my new best friend I should be hugging them" said Rhea joining in the hug. "Now I feel left out" Dom piped up jumping into the hug which gained a eye roll from Damian who wrapped his arms lazily around the group hug.

"Now the family is complete" Whispers Rhea with a huge smile.

(First request done I hope this was okay! I had so much fun writing it and hopefully overtime get to do more scenarios with the judgment day)

[allisluv]

Hello!! i love your finnick stuff and saw you wanted requests. could you write some head cannons or one shot (your call) on like a situation where the reader and finnick are married and she finally tells him she’s ready to have a kid and they actually, yk, make the child (mb i’m awkward ). just like smut. if you could thank you love!! <3

first time for everything.

content warnings: nsfw, established relationship, fem!reader, set post rebellion, unprotected p in v, poorly written smut, use of the phrase good girl, finnick has a praise kink and a breeding kink!!

word count: 1.2k

You're just beginning to wind down after a home-cooked meal. Finnicks thumb traces patterns into the smooth skin on the back of your hand as you listen to the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart.

"Finnick?" he hums to show he's listening, momentarily pulling his attention away from the television screen in your bedroom. "Do you ever think about having kids?" He slowly reaches across for the remote control and switches off the tv as you straighten up. You suck in a deep breath. "Is that something you want with me? I mean, now that the war's over, we don't have to worry about the games anymore."

"Of course, i want kids with you, angel, but only when you're ready," he says, quirking one brow. "Why? Are you saying what I think you're saying?" His lips turn upwards into a smile when you nod your head. "Well..." He sweeps your hair off your shoulders and presses a kiss to your collarbone. "What do you say we get started straight away?"

He gently pushes you down onto the bed and you nuzzle your face into the junction between his neck and shoulder, stifling a laugh. "Finnick!"

"What?" he giggles, pecking your lips. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks, hovering over you, leaning his weight on his forearms.

"Absolutely not," you yank him down by his collar and he slots his lips over your own.

You can feel him smiling against your skin as he sucks on the sweet spot behind your ear. Sighing contentedly, you card your fingers through his golden curls and scratch at his scalp.

You whine when he pulls away but he shushes you gently and coaxes you to sit up. He kisses the pout off your lips and slips your nightshirt over your head, exposing your bare chest.

Finnick groans. "You're killing me here, angel." He trails his fingertips down your body, and your hips lift to meet him as he slips his hand down the waistband of your shorts. He pushes your underwear to one side and carefully plunges his finger into your core, thumb tracing lazy circles on your clit.

You moan as he nips at your collarbone, pearly white teeth sinking into your skin just enough for it to border on pain and still be pleasurable. His fingers work wonders and he doesn't let up until you've came not once, but twice. "Have to make sure you're all ready for me, baby," he says when you whine. "You're being so good for me. My good, sweet girl. You think you're ready for me, hm?"

"Please," you beg, voice desperate and needy as you buck your hips up to meet his own. He groans, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder and taking in a deep breath. "Please, Finn, I need you."

"Well, how could I say no when you ask like that, angel? So polite, so pretty, so good, all for me, yeah?" He drags the tip of his nose down your jawline and sucks a hickey into the slender column of your throat. "You think you're ready?"

You groan, and part of you registers how pathetic you sound, but part of you doesn't care. "C'mon, don't be a tease." He smiles against your skin once more at the wanton sound of you begging. "Don't you want to fuck a baby into me?"

Finnick nearly comes in his pants like a teenager. "Fucking hell." He leans back on his heels, pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion, just enough to free his cock from it's confinements. He rids himself of his shirt and you of your joggers next. He strokes himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He captures your mouth in a kiss, and pushes into you.

No matter how many times you have sex with Finnick, the stretch of him will never fail to make tears prickle in the corners of your eyes. You moan into his mouth and when he pulls away to intertwine your fingers with his, you bite his shoulder. He lets out a pitiful groan and pushes in deeper, whispering praises as he does so.

When you whine at the intrusion, he stops immediately, giving you a minute to get used to it. He wipes a bead of sweat off your forehead and kisses your cheek. "Doing so well for me. Always taking it like a good girl. My strong, good girl. You think you can handle more?" You nod your head earnestly and he smiles, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. "You're doing so good."

He takes his time pushing in, making sure he gives you ample time to adjust to his size. Once he's buried to the hilt, he slips his tongue into your mouth, the kiss a clash of teeth and tongue.

He grins when you moan. "Sound so pretty for me. Making such sweet sounds, angel." He pulls out and you whine at the loss before he pushes back in again.

"Feel so full," you murmur, blunt nails scratching at his bare back as you buck your hips up to meet him. "You gonna fuck a baby into me?"

Finnick just about loses his shit at that. He buries his head into the crook of your neck and nips at the slender column of your throat before soothing it with his tongue. "I'm gonna make you a mama. Gonna fuck you full of my cum. You want that, angel?" You nod your head. "Need to hear you say it honey."

You throw your head back as he hits the right spot. "Please. I want you. Need you so bad, baby."

Finnick clicks his tongue condescendingly. "Well, you know I can't deny you when you ask so politely." He soothes you with soft caresses when you try to wriggle closer and closer to him. He chuckles under his breath. "Alright, alright, angel, I can take a hint." He rolls his hips, thrusting into you hard. Your head lolls back against the satin pillow and he smooths your hair out of your face. "Doing so well for me. Milking my cock like a good girl."

"I'm gonna cum," you warn, pulling him closer and catching his lips as the coil in your stomach comes undone. He works you through your orgasm and follows quickly after you, shooting hot ropes of cum into your cunt. "Fuck!"

Finnick swallows your words with a kiss, and slowly pulls out of you, rolling over to lie on his back as the two of you come down from your high. He pulls your sweaty body onto his chest, and kisses your forehead sweetly. "Was that okay, baby? I didn't push you too far or anything, did I?"

You shake your head and lean up on your elbows to kiss him. "It was perfect." He goes to move, ready to get a warm washcloth to wash you down with, but you hold him in place. "There's no point." He arches a brow. "We should do that again. You know, to make sure it sticks."

Finnick laughs. "You know what? That's a good idea." He chuckles as he rolls on top of you once more, trapping you under the weight of his body.

[hxney-lemcn]

Here to Stay — Farmworld! Finn Mertens x gn! reader

summary: reader moves in with Finn.

tw: none.

a/n: The finale! I hope you all enjoyed this series! I never write series' cus it's hard for me to keep writing so much for one plot but this had me in its claws.

wc: 0.4k

Epilogue [Ending A]

Master List | Chapter One

“Okay guys,” I laughed lightly as they had all just taken turns giving me a hug. “I gotta talk to your dad now.”

A chorus of ‘awes’ filled the room, but they trudged out of the room anyways. I turned to Finn, who watched with a blank stare. I fiddled with my fingers, knowing I left on a sour note. 

“Uhm, I’m really sorry about last night,” I muttered.

“Where did you go?” Finn asked, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. 

I sheepishly smiled, explaining how I managed to get back to Ooo. How I had a talk with the Finn from my world, and decided it would be best if I stayed here. “If that's okay with you of course,” I finished. 

Finn’s face softened, and he uncrossed his arms, “This is your home now, it always will be.” 

I felt myself fluster, heart beating wildly at the warm gesture. I looked off to the side, unsure how to respond. I was so wrapped up in my feelings, I missed the fact that Finn closed the gap between us. It wasn’t until he placed a finger under my chin and lifted my face up that I realized the gap was nearly gone. I took in a shuddering breath, flashes of the previous night filling my head. 

“May I?” He asked, his breath hitting my face lightly. 

Not able to say anything, I nodded. Finn closed the gap and kissed me softly. I kissed back, holding onto his bicep for stability. He pulled back quicker than I would’ve liked, but I wasn’t complaining. His hand caressed the side of my face, cupping my neck, before letting go completely. 

Suddenly, a bunch of bags poofed onto the kitchen table, a little note in front of them. I felt my face flush as the moment was ruined. I felt embarrassment rush through me as I read the note.

‘Hey, so I realized all your stuff was still in Ooo so I transported the more important stuff.

-P’

I blinked, silently cursing Prismo for being an all watching deity. But also silently thanking him for moving my stuff for me. Without a word, Finn picked the bags and my eyes widened. Where was he gonna move them? I didn’t exactly have a room. 

I followed after him as he walked up the stairs. He entered his room and placed the bags down on his bed. I felt giddy at the implication.

“There's a few empty drawers,” Finn explained, motioning to his dresser. “You can put your clothes there. Anything extra can be put where you’d like.”

“Thank you,” I thanked, already starting to put my stuff away.

I felt at peace, happy with the choices I made.

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what doesn’t kill you… `𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

Summary: The one where it all started with betrayal. A meeting that later grew into a partnership no one expected. In the end, they both will have their Nation of Zaun. Or will they?

Warnings: Arcane spoilers, drug use, blood, violence, typical Arcane stuff.

Pairing: Silco x f!reader

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Note your surprise when you strolled into Silco's office and found Finn dead on the floor, Sevika's weapon covered in blood, and Silco sitting by his desk, unfazed. At some point you even considered walking out of the room and pretend you haven’t seen anything.

"I'm assuming the meeting went well." You entered the room with your eyebrows raised. Silco gave you a sidelong glance before returning his focus to the paper in front of him.

As you approached, Sevika kicked the body aside so you could sit in the chair Finn had previously occupied. You took a seat and leaned back in the chair, nodding you head in thanks.

“Where were you?”

Your eyes glanced up to note that Silco hadn’t lifted his head up from whatever he was writing. Nonetheless, you were aware that the question was aimed at you. Suddenly your mind flashed to Professor and your hand instinctively rested above the place where the inside pocket was. Closing your eyes, you lowered your hand inconspicuously, cursing yourself for your foolishness.

Upon glancing at Silco you breathed out a small breath of relief. The man was too preoccupied with the parchment in front of him to notice your strange behavior.

“Out.” You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “I was taking a walk.”

Finally, he looked up at you.

“Alone?”

“I needed to think.”

Sevika, who was standing further back in the room, couldn't help but notice the chill in your conversation. It made her frown, Sevika had no recollection of an argument between the two of you.

You and Silco were both staring at each other when your gaze was drawn to the paper on the desk. The stamp with the letter T immediately drew your attention. You looked back up at Silco, eyes narrowed.

“Councilor Talis?”

Silco looked down at the paper before leaning back into his chair.

“I’m taking a major step towards our goals.” He took a cigar from the table, then looked at you. “We’re almost there. We are one step away from having our Nation of Zaun.”

He breathed out a puff of smoke before once more glancing at you sitting in front of him.

“Aren’t you happy?”

You observed Silco as he jotted down more and more requirements that he would need from the Council. You expected yourself to be overjoyed. You had imagined this moment in your dreams several times. The moment when everything seemed to be falling into place. Now, as you walked alongside Silco on your way to the dam, where you would meet Councilor Talis, you didn't feel consent. Not in the slightest. You didn't dare to be happy because you were afraid it would all come crashing down on you so fast that you won’t be able to get up in time.

Once they were on the dam, Silco walked forward, leaving you behind. You watched how Jayce’s eyes first fell on Silco who was walking towards him, then quickly drifted to you standing further away. You kept your gaze fixed on him. You had no idea what the man was thinking of you; perhaps he was surprised you were there at all. After all, Silco was the mastermind behind everything, and you were merely a performer from behind the curtain.

At least, that's what the Council assumed.

Once Silco reached the Councilor, his eyes drifted away from you and focused on Silco. Yet you couldn’t help but notice his lingering gaze on you. You were trying to figure out the meaning behind it, but it was too late, Silco had all Jace’s attention now.

Not thinking too much into it, you let out a breath. Now, you waited.

The wind from the sea gently blew your hair making you unconsciously close your eyes. You realized, as you turned your head to look at the sea, that you had never seen the open sea before. And that, for some reason, made your breath hitch. The open scenery in front of you made you feel so free like you'd never felt before. Because of something that happened to you many years ago, you had missed out on many beautiful things in life.

It was true that your traumatic childhood had a significant impact on your future. You erected these barriers around yourself, refusing to let anyone in who even slightly disagreed with your plans. That's why you let Silco in with such ease.

And now as you were looking at the stunning sunset in front of you, you wondered if it was all worth it. But if you'd gone this far, you figured it was worth it.

You were just recovering from the sudden view before you when the reality came crashing down.

“Give me Jinx, and I’ll give you your Nation of Zaun.”

Your head snapped in their direction the moment these words left Jace's lips. You also noticed how your sudden reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Jace for his eyes briefly glanced at you then back at Silco. With narrowed eyes, you watched Silco’s back. You noticed him tense, and then he began to explain something to the Councilor that you already knew.

Silco will never give up Jinx. Not for anything. And that, for some reason, hurt like a bitch.

You took one last look at the sea. You felt a surge of rage inside you for something that might never happen. At the same time, you felt guilty about something you were about to do.

The walk back to the other side of the river was deafeningly quiet. The tension was palpable, but neither of you acknowledged it. Silco was too preoccupied with the Councilor's offer, and you... well, you did something you had never done before.

You listened to what the voices had to say to you.

What did we tell you?

He won’t give up Jinx, you fool.

You would be better off without him.

Your trust in Silco will be your downfall.

It was strange how they began to make sense now. Only then did you realize you hadn't taken your daily dose of Shimmer, which explained why the voices were so persistent.

But were you complaining? For once they actually made sense.

You abruptly came to a halt in the middle of the street. Only after walking ahead a bit further did Silco notice that you had stopped walking. When Silco turned around, he faced you in confusion.

“Why did you stop?” The man couldn't help but notice your frown. In addition to the cold stare, you were giving him.

“You’re not going to do it.” You spoke. “You’re not going to give up Jinx.”

Silco opened his mouth to answer when your voice halted him.

“It wasn’t a question.”

The frown vanished. Your cold eyes bore into Silco's, and the man did everything he could to hold your gaze. You took the last few steps forward that separated you. Your gaze never strayed from his mismatched eyes.

Silco suddenly felt small. And vulnerable. He had never seen the look you were giving him now if he had to think about it. He was well aware that nothing went as planned and that you would be disappointed in him. But what else could he possibly do?

“Listen, I can’t just give her up.” He reasoned. “You must understand.”

A laugh fell past your lips. A humorless laugh that made Silco flinch. It was bitter and full of hurt. You lowered your head, but you weren’t done. In the blink of an eye, Silco was thrown against a nearby wall. Your forearm pressed against his upper chest, just below his neck. The sharp concrete of the building digging into his back.

“They were right.” You gritted your teeth. “The voices were always right. My trust in you will be my downfall.” You forearm pressed harder and harder against his chest with each word. "All these revolutionary dreams and plans. You're willing to sacrifice them for a girl who doesn't even acknowledge you. For someone who is not worth saving.”

For a brief moment, the pressure on his chest eased. "Are you really willing to betray me for her?" Silco had to do a double take when he saw you in front of him. It still astounded him how quickly your emotions changed. One moment you’re spitting curses and threatening him, the next your eyes soften, and in front of him appears a vulnerable woman.

Though Silco was well aware that you were not vulnerable. Even if you appear to be.

“Jinx is my daughter. I will do anything for her.”

You took a sudden step back as if Silco's words had burned you. Your hand returned to your side allowing Silco to breathe again. The man leaned forward, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

You couldn't look him in the eyes. You turned your back on Silco, your eyes wandering aimlessly, your mind racing with thoughts and voices. They were all telling you that they were right and that you should have listened to them. But it was too late now.

You were determined not to cry. You never did. But it was too late when you noticed your cheeks becoming wet from the waterfall that seemed to fall from your eyes. It was excessive. You were crying not only for Silco's betrayal but also for your own. But this wasn’t about you, or maybe it was?

You pressed the heels of the palms to your eyes, causing white spots to dance in your vision. Stop crying. Stop crying, for God’s sake.

A nerve-racking sob fell past your lips that drew Silco’s attention. He opened his mouth to reason, but then closed it. What could he possibly say to improve the situation? ‘I'm sorry for choosing a damaged girl over you. It's just that she's my daughter, and you...’ What exactly were you to him? Someone who shared his hopes and dreams. You were there for him from the start, when Silco had no idea how to be a good leader.

You were everything to Silco, but it seemed that this time, it wasn’t enough.

“I know how you must feel, but just listen…”

He took a small step backward when you abruptly turned around.

“You have no idea how I feel!” You gritted out. “I trusted you!”

You closed your eyes and exhaled deeply. The anger that had consumed your entire being vanished, and the only thing that filled your heart was guilt. You imagined your last conversation to be much different from this, but it is what it is. And you had to make the best out of what you have right now. You knew that it wasn’t right to lash out at Silco for this after you yourself had made a decision that will change your life.

But you had to do it to him. Now it was even more unnecessary than before. So Silco can understand how it feels.

When you looked up after a brief moment, the only evidence of your tears were the wet streaks on your cheeks.

Silco let out a breath. “It seems we’re not that similar after all.” Silco had Jinx and in the end, that’s all that mattered.

An image suddenly flashed in your mind. Fancy home. A little girl with fiery red hair. A beaming smile. You bowed your head, a faint smile on your lips.

“Are we really?”

You and Silco both wanted nothing more than to see Zaun succeed. For the people of Undercity to live in the same way that the people of Piltover did. However, the road to this goal was long. And it appears that neither of you will stick around long enough to get there.

“We can still do it.” Silco’s voice made you look back up. He stepped forward, gripping your forearms. “One way or another.”

If only it would be so easy.

“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t think we will.”

Silco's eyes were wide with confusion when you looked at him. The look on the man’s face almost made you burst into tears once more. You forced another bitter smile.

“Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?”

Silco’s hands fell helplessly to his sides. His expression remained bewildered his eyes asking millions of questions. You took a tentative step forward. Without missing a beat, you reached out and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Relinquishing the feeling of being in his arms.

Soon after, you felt Silco's arms wrap around you, causing you to sigh. You leaned back enough to see his face, still in his arms. You will, without a doubt, miss this. Silco was the only person to whom you showed your caring side. The word "love" was a strong one. And when you may have said it aloud once or twice, you weren’t sure if you really meant it.

On the other hand. Perhaps you did. Maybe that's why it was so hard to say goodbye.

You raised your right palm and touched Silco's scarred face. The all-too-familiar tingle, the purple hue, and you were staring at Silco, whom you had made a thousand times sure you liked less than the Silco you knew now.

When your hand returned to Silco’s shoulder, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the scarred flesh. Then, without saying anything else, you turned around and walked out of Silco's life. Forever.

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You knew that Silco wasn’t at the Last Drop. Some of the henchmen were still only loyal to you. And so, when you received the news that he was absent, you made your way to the bar. Possibly for the last time.

However, the unusual quietness made you wary once you arrived at the door. The bar was usually packed at this hour. You slowly pushed the doors open and entered the bar watching your every step. 

The sight caused you to halt.

Broken tables, shattered glass, complete chaos. You crept deeper into the room, glass shards crunching beneath your boots. A grunt from your right alerted you and raising your cane, you were ready to attack. But upon seeing the culprit who made the nose, you lowered it. You looked over at Sevika with wide eyes.

The woman's weight had shattered the jukebox, and judging by how badly it was damaged, whoever threw her there was strong. Without wasting a second, you dropped your cane and dashed to assist the woman. You wrapped Sevika's remaining arm around your shoulders, for the other one was ripped off, and yanked the woman up with a grunt.

“Oh God, you weigh a ton.” You let out a huff and began to make your way past the bar and up the stairs.

In response, Sevika merely let out a grunt. After successfully dragging the woman up the stairs, you proceeded to Silco's office. You assisted the woman to the couch, and after carefully positioning her, you took a step back and walked towards Silco's desk.

The glass on the desk was still half-full. The cigar in the ashtray was emitting a faint smoke. When you looked at the chair, you could almost see Silco sitting there and saying something to you. Something about Jinx causing trouble once more. Or some failed shipment that needs to be taken care of.

These last few days flew by so quickly that you almost missed them if it hadn't been for the shocking revelations and unexpected encounters. As you stood before Silco’s desk, you wished nothing had changed. But it did change. Everything did.

You had no idea how much you would miss this, but you did what you needed to do.

You took a letter from your inside pocket, not realizing that you had also taken out another piece of paper. Once you did, you were left staring at the two papers in your hands. You held the paper from Professor in one hand. The other was carrying a letter addressed to Silco.

You explained everything in this letter. What your reason for leaving was, how it came to this, and an apology you hoped he will accept.

If only you knew that Silco will never get a chance to read it.

You placed the letter for Silco on the desk and returned the other paper to your pocket.

“Why does it look like you’re leaving?”

From behind you, a voice called spoke up. You turned your head to see Sevika looking at you with a puzzled expression.

You returned your gaze to the letter on the desk before turning around and approaching Sevika. You sat in the chair on the other side of the small table between the two of you.

You let out a sigh.

“Because I am.”

You had no idea what the other woman was thinking. Her face was emotionless. You observed her as she took out a cigar and lit it. She then returned her gaze to you.

“Well, it was nice while it lasted.” She placed the cigar in her mouth and breathed out a puff of smoke. “Everything’s going to shit anyway. I’m going to miss you.”

You raised your eyebrows and leaned back in the chair. “You don’t give a shit about me, Sevika. Why the sudden change of heart?” A hearty laugh fell past Sevika’s lips.

“Oh, no. I still don’t give a shit about you.” The woman winced as she leaned forward, her upper body balanced on her remaining arm, which was placed across her leg. Sevika sighed, then looked you in the eyes. “Undercity lacks people like you. Strong, independent. Someone who doesn’t give a shit about anyone. Someone who can lead.” The woman looked to the side her voice growing quieter, yet you still heard what she said. “Someone whose weakness is not a girl they found on the street.”

You couldn't help but notice the bitter tone in Sevika's voice. You knew exactly who the woman was referring to, and that made you wince. Sevika had no idea how alike you and Silco were.

“Then maybe you should lead.”

Sevika’s head snapped to you only to note the smile on your face. You shrugged your shoulders, but the smile never left. “Just a thought.”

You rose from your seat and extended your arm to Sevika. After a brief moment of contemplation, Sevika raised her own hand and firmly grasped yours in a firm handshake.

Looking into Sevika’s eyes, you offered another smile.

“Good luck.”

Letting go of Sevika's arm, you turned around to walk out of the room. Once you reached the door, you for the last time turned to face the room. Then with a heavy sigh, you opened the door and left.

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[badge-does-stuff]

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[sadboytournament]

ROUND TWO

Propaganda

Read more added due to the length

Anthony Lockwood: (via @its-your-mind)

Simon Petrikov: (via @transgendersimonpetrikov) "...

Simon. Simon is not initially introduced as Simon, rather is introduced as Ice King, an insane and Really out of it "villain". Throughout almost all of the first 3 seasons, you ONLY see him being weird and getting beat up a lot but under all of it is incredibly sad for reasons he can't distinguish aside from crushing loneliness. Until the Christmas special, they pull a COMPLETE 180 on ice kings character and reveal his backstory - and just to shine some light on this, up until this point in the show, Finn is the only CONFIRMED human in the show. All others are assumed to be extinct. Simon's/Ice King's backstory reveals a few things to the main characters and the audience that makes the characters see him in a new, sympathetic light - he was a human antiquarian with a fiancee (named betty) who just so happened to put a cursed crown on his head as a joke to amuse betty. And then boom! He's cursed. Unlike some other, admittedly limited amount of characters, however, after putting on the crown, he does not immediately go insane. It happens over the course of a few years (which in itself implies he has insane amounts of willpower, even still coming through with Ice King given that the crown tells its users to freeze the whole world with themself inside) .

So, he's cursed, and betty supposedly left him, as that's to what he's known. He assumed he scared her and she ran away and doesn't love him anymore, and spends years grieving over that. But in the few years after putting on the crown and before fully losing his mind, he has to take care of a girl after a goddamn war (where the climax is a detonated mutagenic bomb that makes radioactive zombies and shit) that he found crying in the middle of the street. So, if his mental state was already declining BEFORE, it sure as hell is now because he has to wear the cursed crown more and more to protect himself and this girl and the effects of it clearly show every time he puts it on in flashbacks with himself in Clear distress over the effects of it . So after a while he is scared for himself, and, to quote him, "I fear my thoughts are no longer my own". So then he begrudgingly leaves the girl he cared for over the course of several years before he goes fully mad and loses himself. So then aside from some mentioned stuff that happens before his insanity fully sets in (like being hypnotized which surely did not help his already deteriorating mind) and then for a thousand years he's just pretty much Gone.

In season 4 episode 25, "I remember you", he goes to marceline (the girl he cared for, though he doesn't remember that) and asks her to help him write a song to draw in the ladies. I won't go through the whole episode, but the song they end up making is not anything like that - he took over notes and pages from a scrapbook and Marceline found some he wrote before he fully went mad while desperately trying to get him to remember who he was, and they turned the notes into a song. There is a lot of crying from marceline, meanwhile Ice King has zero fucking clue what's going on there and just thinks they're having fun. The entire episode is up on YouTube, and I would recommend watching just to get the idea.

Near the end of season 5, he gets a brief moment of lucidity and return to his former self, and he makes a time portal to say sorry and goodbye to betty, and she jumps through only to discover that without the crown Simon is dying. He says later in the episode that he'd rather Die than go back to being Ice king. She wants to find a way to help him so she gets him turned back into ice king so she can find a way to cure him, with her going insane by gaining magic in the process (by proxy of mms, which is a whole thing itself).

Series finale rolls around, he's finally back, but in a chaos deitys "stomach", which reverted him and betty back to their sane, non magic selves. Their moment is short lived by the "stomach" closing in on them, about to crush them to death. They've seemingly accepted their fates, and embrace before their impending deaths, but they're given a way out, betty staying behind despite his pleas and using the original wish state of the crown to wish Simon safe and thereby fusing with the chaos deity and leaving. The next scene is Simon breaking down and crying where she previously was.

So, 12 years pass between the finale and the spin off, and he's just absolutely tired with everything. Hes a 20th century man frozen in time and thrown into into new world after living 1000 years insane and sad without the love of his life with him and he has to deal with that. He is constantly barraged with people talking about a story he wrote when he was insane, saying that it was great, wishing he'd write more, etc etc. Even saying he was cooler when he was insane. Still grieving betty, he tries to Actually Perform A Ritual That Could Destroy The World just to see her again. It goes wrong and the 2 main characters from the story he wrote while insane pop out of his head. After a bit, he finds out that they're not fiction and instead a universe planted in his head . Their magic was stripped from their world when he was reverted back to himself and since he's wallowing in so much misery he decides to find a way to go Back to being insane and commit the equivalent of suicide and perform ego death once again for people he just met because he felt his life was worth so little that serving any purpose even if detrimental to himself would give himself a meaning to live. Just as he's about to finish this, he finally gets to talk to now-chaos-deity betty, and she gets it in his head that his life is worth living and then sends him off to live his life after an emotional scene of them finally ready to let go of their losses..."

[piglet26]

Top Five Reylo Scenes

Before I start I do want to add why Reylo means so much to me. Recently I went through a really deep depression and part of what pulled me out of it was Reylo. I was able to write essays and do analysis about this OTP. Rewatching the films and focusing on theirs scenes helped get my mind off of some pretty deep stuff. I was also able to receive love and connection through the Reylo community. It's meant a lot to me! Also, I know that Tumblr is very supportive to anyone going through a tough time and directing people to self help lines. If you are going through a time that is really dark or challenging I Love You in Reylo.

Now my top three scenes is tough cause I love them all, but if I had to focus on an order to the game I'd say........

5 " You Need a Teacher"

“There’s a history in Star Wars of the attraction between the light and dark…”

Truth be told I'm surprised this scenes ranked as high as it did with me because I do not like that she beat him. The more I thought about it I realized why I did want to rank it. There is something raw and dirty about them here. The look of sheer amazement he gives her after that lightsaber flew to her was everything. The force theme beginning to play. Then when she lit the lightsaber and he was like "oh, you wanna duel? ok, let's duel then." The moment they found the force together with their faces beautifully lit up. It really is great.

There is nothing violent really about their fight, like I don't fear for their lives. Resembling the scene where Kylo Ren said could “take whatever he wants” and “Don’t be afraid, I feel it too” while looking at her lips. The chemistry took me by complete surprise and I shifted in my seat uncertainly watching this the first time. Surely I shouldn’t like a murderer and a villain with Rey, but I couldn’t help it. This very chemistry, though probably amounting to less than ten minutes of actual interaction between each other, leaves the audience with a hungry desire for more.

Reylo and Anidala could be mirrors of each other with Anakin falling to the Dark Side because of his selfish love for Padme and Kylo coming back to the Light because of his selfless love for Rey.

When Kylo is with Rey, he is calmer, and calculating. For Kylo, the seduction is to the Light. However, when Rey first searches out the Force with her feelings, she immediately ends up in the Dark Side, and is unafraid to take what she wants from it. In battle, she is furious, screaming and bent on destruction. As I mentioned above, Anidala and Reylo could be the Force’s attempts at balancing itself. Where Anidala was destined to fail, Reylo is destined to prevail and finally balance the Force.

4 "You'll turn........I'll help you"

“The Abduction,” the song in TFA when the “bridal carry” happens, has a very similar ascending line of notes to a recurring theme in Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet overture.

I love everything about this. The infamous elevator scene. Reylo once again dominates the screen in The Last Jedi, easily rendering Finn’s growing romance with Rose bland and tedious in comparison. Rian Johnson is a Reylo stan so I stan him. This is the first time Rey and Kylo are physically side by side since she tried to kill him in the forest on Star killer Base. It's the most sexually charged body language! They spiffed up for one another. She’s changed her clothes, put on makeup and decided to leave her hair down. His hair is freshly washed with a spritz.

“Ben” She’s using his real name now and like in every scene with her now he's calm. He hates his name, but when she says it he hears her. She's appealing to his true nature, or, what she believes it to be. It's possessive as well. He is HER Ben. The way he tried not to have a reaction to her until she said his name. He's trying to stay blank and not give away what he intends to do, but none the less has a reaction to her.

Rian Johnson basically confirmed that Kylo / Ben wanted to kiss Rey in the elevator scene. It’s canon so I am prepared to fight. Not to mention, Johnson tells us that Adam Driver, as Kylo / Ben, seriously considered kissing Rey in this scene. He is, indeed, staring at her lips in the elevator with the most intense eye contact.

Reylo speaks to me, and many others, on a spiritual level. Like many stories of both maiden and monster, Reylo shows us what it means to be a heroine. A heroine reaches her hand out to monsters and says: you deserve love and compassion, no matter the mistakes you’ve made. We're in a movement where women are tired of "fixing" men and I'm here for it. I honestly think that's why so many woman found it difficult that Reylo is not soft and sweet.

3 ........Ben?"

Adam Driver says Kylo Ren can’t help but harbor admiration for Daisy Ridley’s Rey in the Last Jedi. “I think there’s something familiar there, as well as something to be feared, or something… that he (Kylo) can’t quite place.”

Let me go ahead and say that I'm going to cheat.... I'm including the novelization in this because that mixed with novel is what gives me life. TROS brought such mixed Reylo emotions. We got great stuff! In small doses *eye roll* In the novel. She was glad to see him. Glad to be with him in this moment. It was the greatest gift she could have given him. His heart was full as Rey reached for his face, let her fingers linger against his cheek. And then, wonder of wonders, she leaned forward and kissed him.

The way Rey sits in wonder...... never mind she was borderline dead..... Ben is there, really there and she's just staring in wonder. Ben is looking at her in painful awe and relief. They are both almost child-like in their affection. The way Rey hesitates, after years alone, it takes her a moment to work up the courage for her first kiss. Ben just lets her take her time. The way he waits patiently for her to work up the courage and then the moment the kiss, he pulls her to him like she is the air he breathes for his first kiss. Oh! The smiles. Seriously?! Ben and Rey are happy! There was fireworks, champagne and pussy power! Rey’s hand. Ben gave his very life essence to Rey because his love is that absolute.

And let’s not forget the novelization of TLJ had this quote “They will never have to be alone again”.

Now this is where things get messy as hell. Adam was on the set of Tatooine..... but as they cut that ending. Daisy stated regarding the ending “the crew was shaken in a way I had not seen before. and I thought, ‘my god if this is people’s immediate reaction when the scene isn’t even ready, imagine what it will be like to see it in the movies, with the John Williams soundtrack and all that." When Ben faded into the force...... no one felt anything for a moment then there was just confusion and disappointment. You cannot nor will you ever have me believing that this janky ending was the real deal.

2 "Join Me.......... Please"

“He (Kylo) sensed his and Rey’s destinies were intertwined, but how?......"

The Throne Room Proposal! Kylo premeditated in the purest Sith way regarding the murdering of his Master for his bae. Then he gives Rey a furious speech on killing the past in a bid to win her over and fulfill his dark Queen fantasy. “You come from nothing, you’re nothing—but not to me,” Kylo tells Rey, in one of the most beautifully twisted declarations of love ever uttered in a family blockbuster, before quietly pleading with her to join him like he’s the most desperately lonely person in the universe. The duo’s visions of their future together—Rey sees Kylo turning to the Light, and Kylo witnesses Rey joining him in the Dark. However, upon Snoke’s death, the bond still stands. Kylo offers Rey a place at his side and his hand in marriage, but it is the proposal of an awkward boy, grasping desperately at a relationship he has only begun to understand.

And you can see it in her face, that she’s torn, there is a part of her that wants to take his hand, not to rule the galaxy, that’s not her ambition, but to simply stay with someone who truly understands her as well. But it’s the ‘please’ Adam Driver showed that Julliard education with that one word. Both actors just brough it. You can see how far they've come and yet still so far away from each other.

1 "You're Not Alone.......Neither are You"

“When Rey feels rejected by Luke Skywalker, who also sees parallels between the power in her and the abilities of his estranged nephew, the old Jedi master inadvertently pushes the two towards each other.”

You knew it was coming. In TLJ, Kylo is at his most sympathetic and tempting; Rey at her most understanding. Both are outcasts because of their power, they are both lonely, whispering to each other comfortingly “you’re not alone” and “neither are you.” Kylo sees more in Rey than she does within herself. He also challenges her as an equal. Ben ultimately encourages her to not only expand her mind, but in embrace her womanhood. It is no wonder that Rey goes to him. After experiencing Luke and his failings as a master and failing to find the answer's she's been looking for....... Rey ends up relating to Kylo. Kylo, for once, has put the whole of misery and life lessons into something productive.

When we find them alone in a dark hut, slowly lean towards each other, and very hesitantly touch hands in a scene fraught with romantic tension. Notably, the Force music plays during the scene, signaling their relationship’s importance. A tear crawls down Rey’s face as the two connect and understand each other on a level so deep that it is reminiscent of sex, and causes Luke Skywalker to pull the ultimate Dad move and blow up the hut.

As Rey and Kylo develop their bond we see the force attempting to balance itself. Yin and Yang....... the imagery littered throughout the sequel trilogy is drawn heavily from those belief systems. We see continuous parallel shots with Rey and Ben to represent this duality. Both are presented in contrasting surroundings that represent the duality of the masculine and the feminine. In many shots half of their figure is bathed in light and the other half is bathed in the darkness.

This connection is as spiritual as it is romantic. As Jason Fry explained, romance is merely the analog we have in the living force for this deep spiritual bond.

[themultifandomgal]

Hey you! I just read that you take requests for peaky blinders and I’m wondering if you could maybe write something for John x reader? Like from s1 when he calls for a family meeting, that he wants to marry Lizzie. But reader is there maybe she works with Grace at the bar and has known John since they were young. She was in love with him but he married Martha, reader helped with their kids and her births and when his wife died she stayed around to help John. But he never thought she looked at him like anything more than a brother. But Polly knew and Tommy too, so when John asks them about Lizzie in front of you. They all tell him he’s blind to not see how reader loves him and his kids. She is really sad cause she thinks he’s going through with the wedding to Lizzie but when he gets home that night and she’s watching the kids he finally talks to her and asks her how she really feels. Like he would see her in such a loving way he couldn’t even consider she’d ever want a man like him. A real cute ending would be lovely

John Shelby- Tell Me The Truth Pt1

I just realised writing this how similar to my last request this one is so this time I’ve used actual dialogue from the season 1. Might make this one into a little series. Hope you enjoy.

Also trigger warnings- swearing, talking about vomit, violence, the usual peaky blinders stuff.

“Oh for fucks sake” YN groans as a man vomits at the bar “I gotta clean that up now, fucking twat go ‘ome to ya wife”

“Why d’ya think I’m ‘ere love” the chap wipes the vomit from his mouth making YN shudder a little. Rolling her eyes YN goes to get her mop and bucket while she leaves Freddie and Tommy to talk, although knowing it may end up in someone getting hurt

“Hi YN” Finn, the youngest Shelby sibling says smiling at her

“Hey Finn, why aren’t ya at school” the boy shrugs his shoulders

“Borin’”

“It may be borin’ but do ya wanna end up like ya brothers? an alcoholic, an other a deceiver, another married at 17 because he fucked some poor girl. Get yourself some juice then head back to school”

“Fine” the boy whines but does as he’s told, well kind off. YN doesn’t need to know that he’s took the juice and headed off home.

Walking back to the bar with a mop and bucket and some other cleaning supplies, she now sees Tommy and Freddie holding Danny up. Glass and chairs thrown everywhere

“Oh hell did I do it again?” he asks

“You did it again Danny”

“Miss YN I’m so sorry” Danny cries

“It’s ok Danny” YN says sympathising with him. She knows better than anyone how the war has changed so many people and families. She worked as a nurse to help the injured soldiers. Combat Fatigue, or shell shock is what they called it when men would return home, but they weren’t themselves. Unfortunately Danny, once a sweet caring man, now has moments where he forgets where he is. Just a noise could set him off. Knowing this YN knows that she shouldn’t be harsh on him. It’s not his fault

“Mr Shelby you have to do something about him”

“Damn right Harry. You pay the peaky blinders a lot of money for protection. Your the law around here now, aren’t ya Tommy?” Freddie say as Tommy takes a swig of whiskey

“And what would you suggest? Hm? Putting a bullet through his head? Kill an innocent man? Thought you would have done enough of that during the war”

“YN back to work” Harry says pointing at the girl

“Sorry ‘man’s business’ right? that’s a load of fucking bollocks and you know that”

“Harry get YN to drop the bill off at the betting shop. We’ll take care of this” Tommy says putting his cap back on and walking out of the bar

“I don’t know why you’re still involved with that lot” Harry mutters grabbing a broom. YN shrugs

“Grew up with John boy didn’t I. They’re family”

“Yet the man you love married another. I’d leave them before they break you” with that Harry gets to sweeping the floor. What Harry said hurt YN, not the part about them breaking her, no. They wouldn’t do that, the Shelby’s all treat YN as family. The part that hurt YN was that John married Martha, YN’s best friend. Tommy always said it was only because he got her pregnant and wanted to do the right thing, but YN always wondered if he hadn’t of got Martha pregnant would he have ever married her? Would’ve he and YN had a chance? Well it’s to late now. John married Martha and now is a widower with 4 children who YN had help Polly deliver.

Later that evening YN walks home, having to pass Johns house where she can hear the chaos that is bath and bed time. Going against her better judgement, YN finds her feet making their way to Johns house and knocking on the door. A disheveled John answers the door

“Oh thank god your here. I don’t know how Martha did this everyday” sighing YN gives him a weak smile entering his house

“Just get a glass of whiskey for me for when we’re done”

[rhodesrider]

hi, could you write something with judgment day!cargiver x reader!little where the little is sick and doesn't want to take her scary medicines (like injections or suppositories)

Running Away

CG! Judgement Day x Y/N Fem! Little! Reader (Special guest Seth R.)

-Minors DNI-

Warnings: Mentions of Regression, crying, mediation fear, comfort

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“Yea just give me a second I’ll catch up!”

Seth yelled back at Cody and Sami as he walked in to the locker room humming and opening his locker. He grabbed his bag and turned around soon seeing a figure hiding in the showers behind the curtain. He was curious and slowly walked towards it hearing sniffling and shuffling. He pulled back the curtain and was confused. “Y/N? What are you hiding in the men’s room for?” He whispered. He looked close seeing she’s been crying from her puffy eyes. “Hey, are you ok?” Y/N was non verbal, she didn’t wanna speak at all. Seth squatted down some sighing. “Did someone hurt you?” She shook her head no. Soon Seth heard a faint yelling, Rhea was looking for her. “You’re hiding from them again about your meds?” He summed up. This isn’t the first time this happened, when JD was on smackdown and trying to get her to take her meds she hid in the bloodlines lounge room. Roman caught her and calmed her down seeing she regressed and she panicked not wanting her meds. But he reported her in and she had to take them. She did that in the women’s locker room, and Charlotte and Becky found her, they were actually in the middle of a verbal fight which made Y/N panic more but they calmed down and helped her together, got Rhea and took her meds.

Seth sighed and got up sitting on the bench in front of her, “I know it’s scary. But those help make you feel better Y/N.” She didn’t say a word still just stood in the corner. “You know I take them too.” She looked up some curious. “I take them for my back injury, and they help so much so I can continue my job.” Seth smiled. “Yours helps so you don’t have to feel sick or anything.” Seth explained as he pulled out his phone. “Becky had to help me so I can get better too.” He showed a picture of Becky and him taking a picture in the physical therapy office. “And trust me it was hell.” She looked at the photo and smiled. Seth patted the seat next to him and she slowly went over. Sitting down he pulled out another photo, him looking miserable. Y/N frowned seeing Seth in pain like that, “We all have to fight Y/N, even if it sucks.” He smiled and pulled out his pain meds shaking them some. “I already took mine, now I’m going to dinner with the guys and play video games at home with the wife.” He got up getting his things together. “Gotta stop running kid.” She frowned and felt bad, hearing the faint yelling of her name again from Damien and Finn this time.

“Want me to tell them you’re in here? Or you need a friend to walk with you?” She looked over and she nodded. Grabbing his hand they walked out together, she was nervous biting her nails since this isn’t the first time and she gets in trouble everytime. Rhea was looking around the stage and soon saw Y/N with Seth. She kept her cool because she didn’t want Y/N to cry. “Found her.” She yelled and the guys stopped looking getting back to Rhea. Rhea ran up to Y/N relieved knowing when stuff happens like this she’s regressed and scared. “I’m so sorry Seth I-“ “It’s cool me and her had a conversation and hopefully this is the last time she runs away.” Y/N felt so bad, it’s just too much when she has to take them. “Her side effects are what she hates the most, I can’t do much about it..” Rhea said feeling bad herself wishing there was a better way to deal with what Y/N deals with. “Just make her feel comfortable, that’s all you can do.” The guys caught up finally happy they found Y/N. Starting to feel worst, Y/N shed a few tears hugging on Damien sniffling. “It’s ok baby we aren’t mad but this has to stop.” He said in a soft tone. “I know the meds don’t make you feel the best either but I assure you it’s to never harm you.” Finn said as well giving her a forehead kiss. Rubbing her tears away, Rhea smiled. “Please please princess no more running.” Y/N thought for a moment thinking about the wrestlers comforting her, Seth was the one that took the cake. Showing her that it’s gonna be tough yes but you have to beat the odds and fight through it. She nodded and Rhea gave a sweet kiss. “Thank you.” Rhea said to Seth. “I’m glad to help. Now imma get going we are all going out to eat.” “Can I come?” A soft voice said. Seth looked down seeing a pouting face that was also hungry. “Come on, not the eyes.” Y/N batted them some and he folded. “Fine fine, stop with the face. You guys can come.” They celebrated and followed along to the car. But still the meds were needed to be taken.

At the little get together, Y/N stared at the pill. Sitting in her pill box, glaring at it not wanting it at all. Her caregivers giving her eye contact and even Seth Cody and Sami worried. She sighed and she got the juice taking the pill quick. They were all relieved. “Can I have sweets now?” Rhea smiled. “Yes baby you can have sweets, I’m so proud of you.” She hugged Y/N happy she didn’t have to force her or make her cry knowing how much she hated it. Y/N peeked at Seth and he winked going back to his conversation. She smiled and soon was rewarded with the sweets she desired after eating her food. Later in the car, she wasn’t even tired but her head was a bit foggy, Rhea held her close and hummed to her as she fell into rest.

[frogspond200]

𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜

Requested by: Anon

Ask: Farm world Finn RIGHT NEOW, sorry that was a little to requesting, BUT. can you write a farm world Finn × FEM! reader pleaseee! Were she's like with Fionna and Simon and the reader is crushing on Finn and all that stuff, you can do whatever with the rest of the plot thoughhh (sorry if this is a little weird request)

Warning: None

Date: 9/14/23

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You were happy to have escaped from that city, now setting off with Simon, Fionna, and Cake. Placing her paws on her hips, Cake breaks the silence "so what's the plan strong man?"

...

He didn't answer and Cake frowned "Tch, tough crowd" she mumbled

"Aside from that...is there anything we can do to help?" You asked softly, trying not to alarm him much of the crown.

"There's not much I think you can do." He answered.

"Oh you think girls can't chop would, you think we can't fight? you dog!" Cake hissed, making Fionna and Simon laugh

He ignored there behavior and kept his eyes locked on yours, He took a deep breath and shook his head. "But I'm grateful for your concern. I'll just have to find a way to deal with it." you smiled back “I'm glad!”

“Oh, so I see how it is” Cake rolls her eyes, pausing and looking back at you “Oh…now I really see how it is~” she teases. My shoulder tensed up and I shot her a glare.

She shrugged and looked away. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, trying to avoid eye contact.

“But if you are that worried you can help add to the soup” he placed his hand on your back as the barn finally came into view. “I would love to…”

“Oh I bet you would love to add to something” You sighed and grabbed something out of your bag.

“Uh oh” Cake stepped back

You sprayed Cake with your water bottle and she hissed. “NOOOOOO” You quickly moved your hand away, but you were already too late. You watched as Cake ran off, her fur soaked and angry.

You didn't feel bad “Stay out of the conversation you pervert!” you shouted, she gave you a smirk and a finger, and you returned the favor. You both walked away, Cake's tail flicking angrily. You felt a sense of satisfaction.

“What was she talking about?” Finn asked “Don't worry about it…” you sighed, his hand on your back never leaving. You felt the warmth of his touch and it made you feel safe.

(sorry if it's short)