#he was in love with her ('your dad was useless' btw if you even care) after keeping it a secret forever and after likely

[normalbrothers]

CHARLIE: She came back with a white pony. The one she gave to you. You used to ride it around, remember? [Tommy shakes his head] Well, she seemed happy for a bit watching you ride it. And then she was gone. And none of it made any sense. Afterwards, whenever I looked at that white pony, I saw her ...

[fleurmiss]

ೃ⁀➷ ‘cause you’re a good girl and you know it

- ,, lo’ak x fem reader

- ,, you don’t care if you get in trouble!! maybe you do.. but being able to see lo’ak makes you think it’s worth it

- ,, warnings - nothing, fluff, first kisses, confessions, cheesy……. lo’ak is so cute but i literally cannot write for him bru, this sucks btw

-‘๑’- hold on, we’re going home - drake, majid jordan

You think getting yourself in trouble is a foolish thought, you’ve always been witty, respectful, eager to please. The reaction you get from your parents from those 10 minutes of rebellious fun just ruins it all, at the end, the troublemaking deemed “useless”.

Lo’ak knows you’re a good girl, you act so different around him though. Why does getting in trouble seem worth it when it’s lo’ak you’re with? Why does the 10 minutes of rebellious fun turn into 10 minutes of butterflies and stuttering shy messes?

“you know ao’nung almost snitched on us tonight to dad?” you whisper to lo’ak whose chest you’re laying on in a gentle voice, afraid anything louder will wake the whole tribe up.

Sneaking him into your marui pod after eclipse is risky, your parents will absolutely skin you alive if they find out.

Lo’ak is rubbing soothing circles on your waist with one hand, the other arm around your shoulders as yours rest around his waist. It’s peaceful, the calm sound of the ocean waves, the gentle sway of your curtain that hangs upon the entrance, the wind blowing softly into the pod, lulling you in and out of slumber.

“he’ll eat my fist again if he snitches” you giggle, it’s not funny, ao’nung is your brother, but his face on that day when he got punched by lo’ak was something to die for.

“im serious! he’ll regret opening his mouth cuz i’ll make sure bro never speaks again”

“lo’ak, you’ll be okay, ao’nung was just joking around” you smile up at him, he glances at you before letting a smile quirk up on his lips as-well.

lo’ak sighs, “your mom is terrifying y/n, you’re so different from her.”

“neytiri is just as scary..” you shudder and lo’ak laughs loudly,

“i can’t disagree with you on that”

Your eyes widen as you get up and put your palm over his mouth, your body hovering over his as his arms hold your waist to prevent you from falling on top of him

“not so loud forest boy!” you smile as you narrow your eyes at him, removing your palm from his face as you stay in position.

“sorry..” lo’ak breathes out, he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, like ewya sculpted you with her own hands.

‘fuck, she’s pretty’

It wouldn’t take a genius to guess lo’aks inner monologue. You look like an angel.

He realizes you’re on top of him and suddenly his heart is beating a whole lot faster, his cheeks are turning a whole lot redder, and speaking seems like an insanely tough task for some reason.

“y/n..” he whispers, opening his mouth to say something but closing it just as quick.

“yeah?” you smile fondly at him, cheeky almost. Your hand finds its way to his face, thumb stroking his cheek lovingly.

“i- i see you” its quiet, so quiet that you wouldn’t hear it if you weren’t so close to him.

“lo’ak..” your pupils dilate and you gasp softly, letting your jaw hang slightly.

“y/n i love you so much, you don’t even know” he whispers again and you almost fall on top of him from the shock of the sudden confession.

you stare. he stares back.

you smile. he smiles back.

your eyes crinkle and you dip down, he closes his eyes, ready to kiss you! Yes! He’s been waiting for this moment since forever!

You touch your forehead to his and look at his eyes, giggling at his face when he doesn’t receive a sweet kiss from his oh so sweet girl.

His face contorts into a shocked expression , his eyes narrowing in fake offense, he grabs your hips and quickly turns you around, him on top of you as you lay beneath him.

“oh so you think this is funny?” he questions, a smirk on his lips, you wanna kiss it off him so bad.

“so funny” you close your eyes and pucker your lips in a poor imitation of lo’ak and you giggle as he gives you a look that feigns hurt.

he dips in to kiss you as you dodge it and laugh again, finding his misery quite amusing.

“y/n.. i just wanna give you a kiss” lo’ak whispers, his voice soft and his eyes hold a gentle adoration for you.

you cup his face in your hands, you see his eyes dropping to your lips and coming back up to gaze into your eyes, you bring him closer to your face and he reaches forward, waiting just an inch away from your lips to ask for approval.

“you sure you wanna kiss me now? can’t back off later” he teases. Oh how the tables turn!!!

“shut up lo’ak” you whisper and he finally slots his lips against yours, you don’t think he knows what he is doing, this is his first ever kiss, but damn can he kiss well, not that you have anything to compare to, but it feels so good!

You kiss him back, his face in your hands as he tilts his neck to deepen it.

Slightly out of breath, you pull away and he chases your lips, you smile “slow down, forest boy”

He’s panting, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. ‘cute’ you think, you’re about to bring his face close to yours again for a peck but are interrupted by your dearest of brothers.

“Lo’ak you little shit” Ao’nung laughs as he walks through the curtain at the entrance of your marui. Lo’ak gets off of you in a hurry as he helps you sit up aswell.

A groan makes its way out your throat, the disappointment of interruption and the interruption being your brother.

“ ‘nung, you can’t tell mom and dad.” you plead

“you’re so lucky i don’t snitch, if dad finds out lo’ak was on top of his little baby daughter he would never let y/n go out again” he chuckles, sounding kind of evil..

“future blackmail i suppose”

grinning at you both as he walks out the marui “don’t go too far now baby tail, i should be beating your ass for this”

lo’ak huffs as he buries his face in your shoulder, you let out a sigh.

“it’s almost morning, you should go, your mom will definitely know if she wakes up and you’re not there” you say as you grab his hand and tug him towards the entrance.

“ao’nung better keep his mouth shut tomorrow when we’re training”

“i’ll make sure he does, now hurry and go back, get some rest okay?” you smile

“yeah, gimme a kiss”

you circle your arms around his waist and crane your head up to give him a quick peck, giggling afterwards and pushing him out of your marui.

“see you tomorrow?”

“duh” you roll your eyes and he smiles at you

“bye cutie pie”

he cringes at the nickname and grumbles while walking backwards, his eyes never leaving your giggly figure.

“don’t miss me too much lo’ak!”

“i definitely will” you grin and watch him turn around and walk to his marui, which was surprisingly just 4 marui pods away.

Getting in trouble seems worth it when you’re with Lo’ak, but he thinks he loves your good girl persona more than he likes getting in trouble.

[smokerswifey]

Edited version of first chapter of Persiens Bound!

To all my persiens moots and followers and even just persiens lovers who don't know meI need y'all to read this and also if any of y'all have any idea of how I could start the new chapter, it would be much appreciated! Please send it to me in dms 🫶

I'll try and post this on ao3 too btw my username is VioletKaminari

Anyways I'll shut up please enjoy the read!

Have a blessed day and thanks for reading in advance you have no idea how happy it makes me feel.

BOUND

Nasiens let out another muffled sob into his handkerchief, letting another torrent of tears drip onto his mother’s skirt.

Diane hiccupped, hugging her son even tighter, throwing her husband a helpless look .

King sighed trembly, wiping the trail of tears off of Nasiens’s soft cheeks before clasping Nasiens’s hands in his own .

Nasiens tired, tear filled eyes met his father’s

“ I’m sorry son, I’m so, so sorry…” King whispered, rubbing his thumbs over Nasiens trembling knuckles.

The prince wept softly, his golden eyes shining with desperation.

“ Please Dad, please don’t do this, please dad-I don’t- I don’t want to-please!” Nasiens said fiercely, shaking his head.

King felt his heart break in as he heard his eldest son address him as Dad, something that Nasiens hadn’t called him since he was a young lad . And now today, at freshly seventeen, Nasiens was crying and begging in his arms once again, just as how he used to do when he would plead King to read him one more bedtime story. If only this matter could be solved so simply…

“ I’m sorry…” King croaked, looking down in shame as Nasiens let out a strangled whine.

The prince snatched his hands away from King’s and pulled away from his mother abruptly eliciting a shocked gasp from Diane . He rose to his feet rapidly and backed away from them, his eyes narrowed in accusation.

“ Sorry ? You’re sorry ?! Is that the best you can do ? A simple apology ?” Nasiens spat his hands balled into fists.

King only hung his head earning a disgusted glare from Nasiens .

The prince turned to his mother .

“ M-Mother!” Nasiens cried desperately, his voice cracking. “ Please tell me you don’t agree with this-this-asinine idea, right ?!”

Diane’s purple eyes filled with tears as she fiddled with her fingers nervously.

“…right…?”

“ I’m so sorry my Love…” Diane whispered, ashamed.

Nasiens felt his heart sink into his stomach.

He slowly sat back down, winded.

King sat next to him, placing a complacent but ultimately useless hand on his shoulder.

“ I know your mother and I are asking a tremendous amount of strength and maturity from you, but Nasiens, this… arrangement shall not be for naught. You and that boy will be ensuring eternal peace, friendship and prosperity between both of our nations-“

“ If you and King Zeldris want to ensure peace between our nations so badly, why don’t the both of you end this barbaric war yourselves instead of forcing me-and his son to wed!” Nasiens interrupted hotly, his golden eyes ablaze.

King sighed tiredly, running a hand through his hair.

He looked tired. Exhausted even.

But Nasiens was to angry, to hurt, to even care.

“ Because even if we end this war, nothing can garrantee us that the temporary peace between our nations shall last. A union between you and that boy shall solidify our diplomatic relations and will seal the alliance between both of our nations. Forever! That is why this marriage is essential for the future alliance of our clans, don’t you understand my love ?”

Nasiens stayed silent, digging his nails into the soft skin of his palms.

“ I know this entire situation is awful Nasiens-“King started.

“ It’s ghastly, Father Nasiens interrupted softly, looking up at the king with wet eyes.

“ I always thought that I would wed for love… Not to someone I do not know-with whom I’ll spend the rest of my days in a kingdom that I do not know - away from all my friends and family-away from my siblings-away from Oslo-“ He let out a sharp intake of breath, completely horrified at the idea that he may never see his dog again.

“ I know, my love, I know…” King whispered, pulling Nasiens into an embrace.

“ Do you father ?”Nasiens rasped, pulling away from his father’s embrace.,

“ I know that this union is for the sake of our country and I despite everything, I do understand why you accepted this arrangement-“ And Nasiens actually did understand!

Even though he still was furious over King’s decision, he still understood why King took it. He knew that his father hated the idea of him being married off to a stranger just as much as he did.

But as the king of the fairy and giant clan, his father didn’t have the luxury to take all of his decisions as a dad .

He had to take them as a king and being king meant taking care of the of the country and the people.

Even if you have to put your country and your people before your own flesh and blood .

And despite his anger, Nasiens couldn’t help but slightly sympathise with his father.

But…

“ But…I’m just so scared…” Nasiens hiccupped, hugging himself, “ I can’t bear to imagine leaving all of you-and being alone in some strange kingdom-with some strange and probably dreadful husband…” He trailed off before bursting into tears again.

Both King and Diane threw their arms around him, engulfing him into a warm hug, letting him sob helplessly into their arms as he clung onto their robes tightly.

Nasiens burrowed himself in his parents embrace, sniffling loudly.

He was absolutely terrified at the prospect of having to get married to the prince of the Demon Realm-for the love of the gods, he didn’t even know the lad’s name and now he was expected to marry him in five months ?

In five months, the entire land of Brittania expected him to leave his homeland and his entire family to live with some stranger-in some strange kingdom-never to return-

“ Oh gods..” He whispered, terrified wrapping his arms around his middle.

Diane’s purple eyes met his and softened at his horrified expression.

She gently cupped his face before pressing a long kiss on Nasiens’s brow.

“ Hush, my love, do not fret,” Diane said firmly, “ Although the situation, may not be ideal, you are definitely going through this alone.”

Nasiens sniffed as she wiped the trail of tears off of his cheeks.

“ Your father, your siblings, your family, your friends and I are here for you and will be by your side every step of the way.”

“ And even when you eventually leave for the Demon Realm you won’t be unaccompanied.” King said, giving Nasiens a small smile.

Nasiens hiccupped.

“ W-what do you mean, I thought that the bride was supposed to leave their homeland alone ?”

King’s smile widened .

“ Well you’re half right my love. The bride is obligated to leave her natal kingdom without being accompanied by any of her subjects, friends or family member- however the bride is still permitted to be escorted to her new kingdom by her lady in waiting since a lady in waiting’s duty is to be a companion and a helping hand to their prince or princess.”

“ B-but, I don’t have a lady in waiting…” Nasiens said nervously, wringing his hands together.

He had never felt the need to have a lady in waiting to keep him company since he had always had his siblings and his friends and he was definitely to shy to have someone bathe him or apply oil on his bare body. So his parents had agreed to not get him a lady in waiting, deeming it to not be necessary.

Diane smiled.

“ Actually, you do dear.”

“Tioreh advocated-well more like insisted to on being your lady in waiting when she heard about the engagement so when you do eventually go to live in the Demon Realm, I can assure you, you won’t be alone.”

Nasiens golden eyes lit up, feeling his heart swell at the mention of his sister .

“ She really did that..?” He asked softly, feeling a great surge of affection for his pink haired sister course through his veins.

She was probably the sibling with whom he was the closest to . They had always been a silly little duo, she was the hyper, mischievous troublemaker and he was the level headed, cautious goody two shoes.

They both balanced each other out and were ultimately inseparable but the fact that she had actually insisted to accompany him to the Demon Realm and was also leaving everything behind just so he wouldn’t have to go through it alone brought a small fond smile on his face.

“ Silly girl…” He smiled wistfully, wiping his tears .

King and Diane exchanged a knowing look, smiling at each other before turning to Nasiens once more .

“ And…” Diane continued “ We want you take Oslo with you.”

Nasiens blinked, stunned.

“ Really…?” He gasped, his eyes wide.

His parents smiled at him softly .

“ Really. I think you need him more than we need him right now and beside the poor boy would die of heartbreak if you left.” King said wistfully.

Nasiens eyes gleamed again before he quickly wiped them with his sleeve, giving King a grateful look .

“ Thank you father…” He breathed. Oslo had been his father’s companion ever since he was a young boy and he always had trouble being separated from the dog. He never imagined that King would actually let Oslo go.

King smiled sadly, clasping his hand .

“ It’s really the least I can do, besides I need someone else watching over you besides Tioreh anyways-“

Nasiens let out a small snort, covering his mouth which earned him a pair of hopeful smiles from his parents.

“ I think this was the first time we’ve heard you laugh today .” Diane chuckled mournfully, running her hand through Nasiens hair, relishing in the way the ends curled.

Nasiens let out a soft sigh, nestling into his mother’s warm hand, appreciating her comforting touch even more, now that he knew that their time together was limited.

“ Probably one of the last times, I’ll laugh after I get…married.” He said softly, rubbing his arm .

Diane let out a sad sigh, throwing an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close.

“ I’m just so scared and sad Mother… I always thought that I would marry for love, just like you and father. I’ve always dreamed of having a beautiful marriage just like yours…” Nasiens murmured mournfully, resting his head on his mother’s shoulders.

Diane let out a small sob, holding Nasiens even tighter.

“ That could still happen Nasiens, it could still happen-“ She whispered desperately.

Nasiens didn’t answer. He just continued to stay in Diane’s embrace, his golden eyes clouded and distant.

The queen sniffed loudly, throwing King a helpless look.

“ Son-” King tried but before he could Nasiens gently disentangled himself from Diane’s embrace and stood up, swaying slightly.

“ Father.” Nasiens interrupted quietly.

“ I need some time alone. To rest. To think. And to process this entire situation. May I please retire to my quarters ?”

“ Nasiens, please-“ Diane protested tearfully.

Nasiens ignored her and continued to look at his father.

“ Son…” King tried again.

“ Please…” Nasiens whispered, his voice cracking in pain.

He looked so small.

So tired.

It seemed as if he had lost all the fight in him and all that was left was unheartening resignation.

And as a father King felt so ashamed that he was one of the primary causes of that defeated look on Nasiens face.

He had to let him go.

“ You can go son.” King whispered back.

“ No! Harlequin-“

“ Thank you…” Nasiens choked, giving his parents a small curtesy before pulling the doors open and bursting out of the room.

Diane rose to her feet.

“ Nasiens, no! Come back here, please ! We still need to talk about Perc-“ She screeched, getting ready to pursue him herself until King caught her wrist.

“ Leave the lad be, love.” He said softly, pulling Diane towards him.

She resisted, trying to twist her wrist out of his grip to no avail as she watched Nasiens disappear out of view.

“ No-no-he needs me-we need to talk through this-together-“ She gasped as tears filled her purple eyes.

King managed to eventually tug Diane against his chest, wrapping a securing arm around her waist.

“ He needs space, love…” He sighed sadly, cupping Diane’s red cheek and wiping the tears out of her eyes.

“ We’ll talk to him later but right now the boy needs to be left alone, we have to let him go.”

“ BUT-“ Diane protested loudly, her tears flowing down her cheeks

“ We have to let him go.” King repeated firmly, despite having tears in his eyes as well.

Diane let out a small noise before finally relenting and hugging King back, muffling her sobs into his robes .

King rubbed her back complacently, burying his face in her long wavy hair to hide his own cries as well .

Outside, the skies and clouds darkened and a heavy rain started to pour in the Fairy King’s forest.

The forest was crying alongside it’s king and queen.

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Nasiens burst into his room before slamming the big white doors close.

He angrily tore of his gown ( a simple yet beautiful, white and pale pink short dress made of the softest and lightest fabric with a flowy skirt which was cinched tightly at his waist by a gorgeous golden belt adorned of multiple butterflies of various shapes and sizes ) throwing it uncaringly on his dresser.

He let himself fall onto his bed, not even bothering to change into a decent nightgown before curling into a ball and finally letting the loud wails and cries that he had been holding back escape .

He weeped and sobbed and yelled and screeched until he was laying in a puddle of his own tears and snot.

He wailed until his throat had gone sore and his voice had grown hoarse and his eyes had turned blood red

He cried so so hard and for so long that he eventually cried himself to sleep....

Drifting into a dreamless slumber.

End of chapter one of Bounds.

Thanks for reading, leave your comments, opinions or advice in the comments :D

[rollingsins]

Hi! What a nice surprise to wake up to. I'm on my way to work and reading this now cause I am desperate and can't wait until my break. Let's go!

Ugh Richie get your nasty cheetoh fingers off of her! R doesn't want to catch your crusty disease.

Oh boy. R will have a bruise cause of Richie. He is dead. Tara will gut him. See ya never again, bye! 👋🏼

Lol immediately R screams. Love that. She doesn't let Richie boss her around. Good.

Oh fuck yes! Well done Sam! Even if he isn't Ghostface, she should have kicked him out anyway. Finally Sam came to her senses. Better late than never.

Ha go drag his sorry ass! Too much to drink and just saw her. What a creep he is. Seriously, can Tara please kill him?

BITCH YOU AINT NOBODYS FRIEND. NO ONE LIKES YOU YOU DISGUSTING STINKY MAN!

Oh no. Go get Tara! RUN R!

lol, terrible timing cause Tara is probably getting stabbed right now but I knew it! That stupid darn whistle was entirely useless! Take that, whistle. I won.

Uff. My heart. Tara is never scared. She always has the upper hand. Now she can't do anything. Poor baby. She's probably so scared to die and leave R. R, just throw Richie at Ghostface and save Tara. He's expendable.

Hmm. Ghostface is bigger than Tara. That's not a miracle cause it applies to nearly everyone...

Okay, I hate Richie as much as the next person but "Mister Ghostface" made me cackle in the bus. That's so stupid but funny.

Hmm. Ghostface attacked the police. So maybe not Judy? But she is even more desperate to solve the murders for Wes so that's where the frustration can come from!

Tara 🥺

DAD SHUT UP. Of course Tara wants to see R. Blood or not. Ugh, men 🙄

Lol yes. Everyone against Richie. You go Dad!

Poor Sam. YOU GO SAM YES DRAG RICHIE THROUGH THE MUD. BADASS LADY

Unless she wasn't expecting it. Someone she knew. Who de we know that can break into a house and disarm an alarm. JUDY SHE IS A TRAINED SHERIFF. COME ON PEOPLE. (I hope in right cause I can't imagine/think of someone else...)

AS IF IT'S SAM. Nah ah. She would never hurt Tara. It's Mindy before it would EVER be Sam. No way in hell. (If it is Sam I will come for you btw)

Lol Mindy is prepared! Love that. (That you need a girlfriend line feels like a call out cause I also heavily thought about who Ghostface is... I just don't have a folder)

Nope. I take it back. Don't love it. Mindy is the horror buff but she fails to see the obvious connection of the victims being linked to R, so she accused Sam!?? Not in my watch! Obviously I don't want Tara to get caught but Sam IS NOT Ghostface! Focus people and figure it out. Ugh.

Oh right the police outside! Who can control the police? JUDY HICKS.

Yes Tara, please kill Richie. Pretty please 🙏

No Mindy you're not right and if you don't shut up I will punsh you.

Being in the hospital didn't work out that great for Tara in the movie...

How adorable is it that Tara got sliced and diced yet she still wants to protect R. Murderous tendencies aside, she really is the perfect girlfriend!

Phew what a chapter. Dragging Richie is my favorite past time activity.

Onto the suspects!

Richie clearly is not Ghostface. What a shame. Sam absolutely no way in hell. The Scooby Gang nah. As if they cared that much about Wes or anyone else to get revenge on Tara and R. That just leaves Judy! Who else could it be?? Someone strong and trained to take out an alarm system. Someone who knows about Tara and R. Wes probably told her. It's her.

🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

I live for your reviews 😭 please never stop. Re suspects… everyone is a suspect

[meirimerens]

so i finally watched the grace relocation quest (the one where she ends up living with peter) and its so silly. those two are crazy in their own way. peterstakh adopting grace vs burakhovsky adopting mishka and spichka. they are meeting for a parents club and argue about how to raise their kids correctly

the Peter Becomes Dad quest is so fucking funny to me. what do you MEAN you put the daughter of alcoholics who likely suffers from some kind of FASD from it and is likely predisposed to addiction with the town's notorious alcoholic!!!! but i do think her and peter make a betiful family... i've spoken about it on here already i think rubin Struggles with being a father figure because 1) orphan behavior 2) he spent the past few years of his life fighting for recognition in the eyes of someone he saw as a father [and who saw him as a foster son from P1 canon] so he's quite uncomfortable being Grace's Dad because he has no good association with fatherhood... so for now he is Grace's Dad's Boyfriend. and they all fuck with it 👍 they're comfortable with it

i know grace is SPOILED in the peterstakh e grace household. both peter and rubin come from Not Only Child households [peter. literally has his twin & rubin has artemy to fight against As The Other Son] so they spoil her. she's like their little princess. i think they both begin to spend a lot of time and energy caring for her bc it helps them keep their minds off The Darkness (and peter keep his hands off the booze). they all kinda. imprint on each other like baby birds.

it's a bit different in the burakhovsky e spichka e mishka household because even if the kids are as independent as Grace / Raised Themselves, they do really like their freedoms still... Murky is still spoiled & cared for more than Sticky because she's younger + needs more support while sticky does whatever the fuck he does but i think this family unit doesn't have the. Fusionality of whatever the fuck peter and grace have even if they love each other very very much... of course they do.

(still holding your leg so you don't try to escape)

peter's mom adores grace btw. everyone goes to her for a holiday & she has been sent a letter that one of her sons has a kid now and she's like. Oh My Fucking God. she fully expects like. a baby. an infant. like one of her sons had one like participated in the making of one. like how babies are made. so she kept some baby clothes for her son's child but instead she meets 15yo Grace. & since andrey would rather khs than have to care for a child that did not already raised themself + peter is like. not making any it's a bit complicated now with the. boyfriend. the baby clothes are useless...... so Grace adopts a bunny & the baby clothes go on it. you know what i mean?

dankovsky's mom adores her grandkids. she does. she always wanted grandkids & when her son came out as Not Doable Sorry she was like "but you can still adopt... right? 🥺 you'll adopt..." so when he comes home with his man and 2 kids gotten for free in the boyfriend package she is so happy. she adores murky because with her dark hair and thick brows she looks just like dankovsky and mom's like omg... it's like she's really your own 👀 and he has to be like YEAH BUT SHE'S NOT. I DIDN'T HAVE ANY HAND IN THE MAKING OF HER. etc... mama dankovskaya wants to take her granddaughter in her arms soooo much but murky doesn't like being touched by strangers too much so dankovsky has to like. brief his mom on how to interact with his autistic daughter. beautiful family.

that was long. sorry. many thoughts.

[horce-divorce]

it's very very weird having both sides of my family be affluent. my family is full of people who have never been homeless, some of them even have multiple homes, and yet homeless is all I have ever been in my adult life.

and they just sit around and watch me struggle and then ask why I don't come to Xmas dinner bc they miss me sooOOooOOoOo much. lmfao.

liberals are literally useless. a jackass in a MAGA hat telling me outright that he thinks I should die is honestly doing me more of a service than all of my family members who have sat around and WATCHED me struggle without saying a damn thing, all while singing a song and dance about caring for poor people, disabled people, trans and gay people, about how it SHOULDN'T be like this! Wow! It's just so terrible! :/ SOMEBODY should do something!!! :/ Anywayyyyyyz girls' golf weekend in Florida lol 🤪

at least the MAGATS are honest. it has done something to my brain to grow up in a family that CLAIMS to care about each other, but actually espouses completely conservative ideals when it comes to actually, you know, being human people. A family that raised me not to look away from panhandlers, who shake their heads and say 'everyone should have a home smh... really sucks that you're living in the woods rn... we gotta keep pushing em left.... good thing you like camping, at least! oh, you have to abandon your whole life and the only person who offered to help is in CO? I'm so jealous you get to see the mountains!!!! What? MY house has an extra room? No, thats your dad's office, he's using it. I cant just have people in My Sacred Space, you know.'

gee, what's that like, mom? what's it like having a sacred space. what's it like having a space that belongs to you at all. because I've never had that. growing up, my things were actually her things. she could throw them out if she wanted. she could redecorate if she wanted. she made it abundantly clear that "my stuff" was actually stuff she loaned to me, and her approval was the condition of having any of it. One time I got a .25c sticker from a capsule machine that said "who cut the cheese?!" and she made me get rid of it bc she didn't like fart jokes. One time, she left for a weekend and threatened to divorce my dad bc he bought me a lunchable, and she didnt approve of that sort of junk food.

One time when I was about 10, I told her I hated her for the first time, and she wrote in her journal that if she had known all the love and care she poured into me as a baby would have been for nothing, she'd never have become a parent.

She GAVE me that journal, btw, lmao. I have it now. That's one of the less unhinged things she said in it. The primary purpose of the journal being to prove to me, once and for all, how loved and wanted I've always been.

Until I hit puberty, and until I developed mental health problems, and until I found out I was trans, and until I dropped out of school. And until I was finally 18 and legally no longer her problem.

Then the narrative changed from "we'll always love you and support you unconditionally!" To, 'I know [being homeless] must be hard, but I wouldn't want to rob you of your accomplishments.' (Also something she actually wrote in the journal when I dropped out of college and became homeless due to chronic illness.)

Idk like I grew up with all these big promises about supporting each other, and now my rich aunties with the nice RVs and golf carts for putting around town and the vacation homes and multiple cars and extravagant lifestyles act like they're fucking embarrassed to be around me lmao.

So you admit it? You admit being rich and liberal and having homeless family members makes you look bad? Hmmm???? I wonder why that is????????

[tarzinnia]

I do appreciate the 'talking and bonding' chapters, so I'm glad to see it. They make for a smoother transition and also the character development grows ever stronger which supports the plot. If I'm being honest, I think that is where many films (and novels but those have different editing/space limitations) fall short. If the characters are not fleshed out enough, if viewers/readers cannot discern what makes them unique or relatable or conflicted or anguished, etc then the action is just a bunch of noise. I don't typically watch boxing as a sport but there are some films such as Cinderella Man (2005; Russell Crowe, Renee Zellweger, Paul Giamatti) or The Champ (take your pick: the black and white 1931 original with Wallace Beery and Jackie Cooper or the 1979 remake with Jon Voight and Ricky Schroeder) that reveal all of the motivation and back story one would ever need before the penultimate fight at the conclusion. Which is my point: while the fight IS the action, without the story, it's just two men hitting each other--and in my opinion, there aren't any real winners in that.

So, back to your story....under the clip below...

Very vivid dream sequence for Mr. Parker and the sudden shifts--very realistic. I hate when that happens in dreams but it does and you captured it. That helpless feeling that your legs are leaden and your arms useless and fear is in your throat and there is nothing, nothing, nothing you can do and the thing you fear the most is happening and then...you wake up. Yep. Yep. Yep. Poor Peter, we were right there with him, trying to catch Gwen. Every single damn time.

I see he is back to his giant wall of thoughts again. Well, I guess he can afford to repaint when it's over...

It's pretty easy to be sympathetic to Angel stuck in bed. Been there and ugh, yeah, not fun. The Movies With Miles time was gold. Cracked up with the School of Rock comment. Great movie btw and yeah, I feel old. The rest of the references too: I love Robin Williams, although my two faves are probably Dead Poets Society and Good Will Hunting. He was just unbelievable haunting in both of those. Not taking away from his comedy and Mrs. Doubtfire is right behind those two for me, but the scene on the bench with Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting where Williams' character says, "You don't know about real loss 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself" just makes my heart ache. So absolutely true and wrenching. It was a pleasure to bond along with Angel and Miles over movies.

Oh, and The Princess Bride! Just about fell out of my chair! Inconceivable that you would use that in this chapter, hehe!

That pesky phone reappears and yeah, Angel is far too nonchalant with it. I think her Dad missed something during her training cause she should be talking to Peter about it even if the two of them aren't always getting along. Although I see they do have some of the old sparky banter back that seems reminiscent of their youth. She has to either trust Peter or not, and based on her behavior, I think she knows he's not going to hurt her in that way, so ugh, Angel: show him the phone. Sure she can take care of herself, but Toombes doesn't fight fair and there's power in numbers. I'm guessing we'll see how well she and Peter are able to loosen up a little in that regard?

Finally, the medical team was interesting. No comment there as I'm going to reserve my thoughts on that for now.

Well done on Chapter 12! And look, another essay. But it was a good chapter and worth it.

*I didn't mention it above, but the chapter title is interesting because I have no idea if you are messing with us readers and I need to make a wall of thoughts like Peter or if the title is simply the title. To wit: The Good Nurse (2022) is the recent Eddie Redmayne/Jessica Chastain piece (on Netflix) covering the story of convicted serial killer, Charles Cullen, and the nurse who suspects him. Given my earlier comment about the medical team, you can see why I'm a little thoughtful. Also: the two stars are excellent in that film but the subject matter is a little tough to watch.

The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Twelve: The Good Nurse

Summary: Peter's having nightmares and Angel just wants to be in her own bed.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!, Mentions of injuries, medical equipment, nightmares, the Gwen thing, angst, fluff, genre typical tropes and topics.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Some might say that these two's relationship is just like a freaking yoyo. Also the women in the Daredevil universe keep sneaking into this story, hmmmm. I'm also trying to be reasonable with this recovery time so we got a lot of talking and bonding with different characters going on too.

TWELVE

Sirens blared, red and blue lights flashing as one cop car after another raced down the street. Peter stilled on the corner of the street as he watched them pass, that feeling in the back of his neck putting him on alert. He quickly turned down the closest alley, shedding his clothes and donning his suit as he began to climb up to the roof.

His feet pounded on the hard concrete rooftops as he jumped from one roof to the next before leaping diagonally off the last, free falling towards the ground. Thwip. He fired a web, the other end sticking to one of the nearby buildings and he swung himself forward. He carried on like that, chasing the sirens and flashing lights as they continued to move towards a large electrical surge at Oscorp tower.

As his feet finally hit the ground and he looked around he found he wasn’t at Oscorp. He was suddenly on the roof of a building in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen. He looked along the rooftop to find The Vulture, kitted out in some sort of flight gear and Angel. 

“Oh no Pete, looks like I’ve got your girl.” The Vulture taunted. 

Peter crouched into his fighting stance but the Vulture just laughed. But it wasn’t his laugh, it was much more chilling and familiar. The Goblin. Peter looked around frantically and when he turned back to Angel and the Vulture, neither of them were there. Instead he was at a clock tower. He looked above him to see The Goblin in a green suit and on a glider, in his grasp, flailing around in mid air. “GWEN!” he heard his voice shout. “GWEN!” But suddenly the image changed again. It wasn’t Gwen and it wasn’t the Goblin, it was Angel and the Vulture.

There was a scream as the Vulture let her go. “PEETTEEERRR!” she screamed.

He jumped off the building as her body passed him, his arms lying flat to his sides as he dove, his body piercing the air as it tried to catch up with her but no matter how fast he fell, she seemed to stay just out of his reach, her hands reaching for him. “I’m coming baby, I’m coming.” he said.

He reached out his arm, his fingers moving to release a web but nothing happened. He kept clicking the mechanism, but nothing happened. He could see the ground coming up fast behind her, he had to do something. ‘Come on!’ he groaned. He had one hand reaching out to her, his fingers inches away from hers, as he continued to tap his web shooter on his wrist with the other. Thwip! Smack! His body jolted to a stop just before he hit the ground but he was too late. He had just begun to process what had happened, red blood pooling out onto the side walk when-

Peter awoke with a start, his body jolting itself awake in the wooden high back armchair he had placed by the side of her bed. The steady sounds of beeping in the room quickly eased him, along with the steady sounds of her breathing beside him. He rubbed the sleep from his face as he shifted in the chair. He was still dressed in his shirt and trousers he’d worn all day for work and his skin felt pinched where some of the clothes had ridden up in his sleep. He let out a small moan and a sigh as he pulled his trouser legs back down slightly, sitting forward on the chair, his hand reaching out for hers.

She had been fast asleep when he had come back earlier. His moment with Hobie ended up being a bit longer than expected. Eddie had informed him of Angel and Felicia’s little spat while he’d been gone. He hoped Felicia would just walk it off and be back to work as normal in the morning like nothing had happened, but he wasn’t quite sure anymore. He wasn’t sure about anything. He hadn’t felt this unhinged since, well, Gwen; his dream only acting as a reminder for how everything could go so wrong. 

They had been lucky, again, but it was only a matter of time before that luck ran out. It was clear that Adrian Toombes meant business, everything he had been through with Fisk mere child's play compared to the stakes the Vulture was willing to go to. The man wasn’t from the city. He had no respect for the people.

Peter had gone round and round in circles trying to talk to George Stacy and explain things. 

“Come on Chief, you know this isn’t my game. Everything I’ve ever done in this city was to help it, not hurt it.”

“I don’t care Parker, you’ve brought a gang war to my streets, whatever happens now I can’t protect you. And if they can tie the bombing back to you they will and there’s nothing I can do to stop them from arresting you.”

“And what about you sir? Are you gonna arrest me? You know that without those hubs, crime goes up. You wanted me to hang up the suit and let the police do their jobs, I did that. You wanted me to find another way to help. I did that. I don’t want this fight here anymore than you do.”

“I’m sorry Peter, there’s nothing I can do.”

Peter lowered his forehead onto her hand, his eyes closing. He needed to think. He needed to work this out. He needed to keep her safe. No matter the cost he had to keep her safe. He kissed her hand before he got up and left the room.

He moved down the hall to his office that he had set up so he could be closer to her. He switched on a small table top lamp on his desk before he started rooting around in the boxes he’d had moved over. He then grabbed a roll of tape off of his desk and moved over to the far wall of the office. He wiggled the framed print that had been put up on the wall off of its hook, his fingers still wrapped tightly around the roll of tape and bits of paper. Once the wall was completely blank he started taping the bits of paper to it before rummaging around in the boxes once more for more pieces of paper. Scraps of newspaper articles, photos, hastily written notes, maps, all being added to the wall. When he ran out of things from the boxes he sat himself at his desk, opening up his laptop, searching and printing more things off until the entire wall was covered.

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Angel woke up alone. She figured someone had to be at home but she had no idea who. She felt disgusting. She wanted to get up and just wash off all the sweat and grime from her body and give her teeth a good brush, but she couldn’t very well do that while she was plugged into these bloody machines, who’s beeping was starting to do her head in.

“PEETTE!”  she called out. “PETERR!” There was a delay before Eddie came into the room. “Where’s Peter?” she asked.

“He had to go out again?” 

“What time did he come back last night?” she pondered. She had tried to wait up for him but the drugs had made her so drowsy. 

“He got back just before midnight I think? I mean I went home at like, quarter past so yeah, I’d say just before midnight.” Eddie rambled.

“When is he gonna be back?”

“Not sure? Why is there something you need?

“Yeah, I want to be free of all this.” she said, raising her hand and showing off the cannula and tube attached to it, motioning to all the other bits and bobs she was attached to. “And I want to have a shower.”

“Okay, okay.” Eddie said, sensing her distress. “I’ll call Pete, get him to get someone out to check you over and see what they say. In the meantime, can I get you any breakfast?”

She thought for a moment before she said, “UUUhh I could murder one of those bagels from-”

“That shop on the boulevard?” Eddie finished for her, more than familiar with the place himself.

“Yesss.” she beamed.

“Cream cheese?” 

‘Yup.”

“Coming right up.” he said as he left the room.

“Morning?” Miles said as he hobbled in on his crutches.

“Heyy.” She greeted him with a smile.

Miles used his crutches to hop across the floor and grab the TV remote from where it had been left the night before. He hit the power button, letting it load, before he swung himself over to the chair at the side of her bed.

“How you doing?” she asked.

“Not bad. Docs got me on these painkillers.” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small tube of pills, tossing it on the bed in her direction. “Pretty good stuff.” he joked.

“How’s your leg?” she continued to ask as she looked over the label of the bottle before handing it back to him.

“Ehhh, I’ve had worse.” Angel raised her eyebrows at him, pressing him to continue. “Okay, maybe I haven't,” he said, doubling back on himself and making her smile. “What about you?”

“Sore.” she said, her hand moving to ghost across her ribs. 

“I bet… Hey, at least you didn’t have internal bleeding.” he joked.

“What?” she frowned.

He chuckled. “The paramedic rushed you out of there because she thought you might have internal bleeding. Hit the side of that car pretty hard. Not seen a dent like that since my cousin pinched my Uncle's car and jumped a red light.”

“Well that would explain why my body feels like it’s been hit by a truck.” she joked back. They both let out a small chuckle before she coughed and winced in pain.

“Heard you wanna be off that stuff. You sure it’s a good idea?” Miles asked.

“If I have to stay chained to this bed for one more day I’m gonna end up committing murder.” She jested. “Hey, maybe they’ll put me on some of those painkillers you’ve got, I mean, it seems like they’re doing a good job.”

“Nah, I’m just built like a house, man.” Miles continued to joke.

Miles flicked through the channels until they found a movie they both wanted to watch, settling down and watching Jumanji. Eddie returned about 30 minutes into the movie, dragging his own chair into the room and they all sat there watching the movie as they ate their bagels.

When the movie was done, Eddie left the room as Miles and Angel went back and forth about what to watch next.

“The Princess Bride.” Miles threw out. “I am Inigo Montoya, you killed my Father, prepare to die.” he said as he impersonated the famous line.

“Ehhh. What about Shrek?” Angel asked as they shuffled through the movies on Netflix.

“I watched it while you were out for the count the other day.” Miles interjected. “OOOH what about Hook?” 

“Nahh, I’ve already watched one Robin Williams film today, I can’t do another, it’ll just make me dwell on the fact that he’s dead and it’ll depress me again.”

“Big Robin Williams fan then.” Miles observed as he continued to flick through the movies.

“My Mom was.” Angel replied. 

“What was her favourite?” Miles asked.

“Mrs Doubtfire.” Angel smiled as a memory of her and her parents sitting down to watch the movie on a Saturday night when she was little, crossed her mind.

“Oh I love that film.” Miles said before breaking into yet another bad impression. “HELP IS ON THE WAY DEAR!” he called out before chuckling to himself.

“Oh what about this.” Angel said eagerly as Miles stopped on The School of Rock. “Uhh I loved this film growing up. It’s what made me learn how to play the bass guitar.”

“You know how to play the bass.”

“Knew. I knew how to play the bass. I haven’t played since I was maybe 14 when the reality of my Dad’s job finally hit home and I realised I was never gonna be in an actual band.”

“Why’s that?”

“When your Dad’s Wilson Fisk, you don’t tend to have many friends.” Angel said a little disheartened by her childhood memories.

“That sucks.”

“Yup.” she quietly agreed.

“You know I’ve never actually watched it.” Miles said as he started to load the film.

“You what!?” Angel’s head whipped around to him in shock.

“Yeah, it was a little after my time.”

“A little after your time!” Angel’s eyebrows raised. “Are you calling me old? I thought you said you weren’t a kid.” she continued to jest and poke at him.

“Oh shut up, you know what I mean.” he grumbled.

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Angel fell asleep around half way through the movie. One second she was watching the kids pretending to be sick with ‘stickittothemanosis’, the next she was waking up 2 hours later. She was alone again, Miles no doubt having hobbled out on his crutches to leave her to sleep as soon as the film ended. ‘Uuuuhhgg.’ she groaned stiffly, as she tried to prop herself back up against the pillows again. She really hated how all these drugs were starting to make her feel.

She was about to call out for Eddie to chase him up about the doctors when her phone buzzed.

She frowned as her head turned to the bedside table where it sat. The only person who had ever really messaged her on it was her Dad and he was dead. ‘Maybe Peter had noticed it last night and put his number in it and it was him’ she thought. When she pulled it over and opened it up, it wasn’t Peter. She didn’t know who it was. It was an unknown number. There was a message, sent 6 minutes ago.

‘And there was me thinking Felicia Day was the Black Cat, but you seem to have 9 lives all of your own.’

The message wasn’t signed off.

‘Who is this? How did you get this number?’ she typed back.

Nothing. The message said it had been seen, but nothing. There was no response. ‘What the fuck?’ she frowned as she analysed the series of numbers attached to the message, trying to work out if they were familiar or not. They weren’t.

“Hey, Baby.” Peter said as he strode into the room. “What’s wrong?” he observed, his face suddenly becoming paranoid and serious as he observed her look of confusion towards her phone.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” she said shrugging off the message and closing her phone, placing it back on the bedside table.

“Okaaayyy.” Peter said slowly. “So I hear you’re not being a very good patient.” Peter pivoted the conversation. 

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.” she said back.

“Oh really. Picking fights with Felicia, making demands left right and centre.”

“All I want is a shower Pete.” she tried to reason with a sickly sweet demeanour. “Look at me, I look disgusting. I feel disgusting. And I know you can smell me from over there Spider boy so don’t try and spin me some web about me smelling like roses because it aint happening. Get me off this shit, I want to have a shower.” she said as she gestured towards the machines and tubes around her. “Oh and by the way, I can get up and pee for myself just fine thank you without this fucking thing.” she said as she pointed out the catheter, the thing that irritated her the most.

“Okay, okay, sassy pants.” she frowned at the old nickname she hadn’t heard since she was probably 23. “Docs on his way up okay.”

“Thank you.” she sighed in relief at the news.

“Don’t know how well it’s gonna go though-”

“Pete, I swear to whichever God so happens to be listening right now, if you are about to make a comment and rub it in my face about your regenerative spider abilities-”

“-I’m not, I’m not.” he said, his hands being thrown up in front of him defensively. “I’m just saying no matter how much you don’t like it, you still have broken ribs and a-”

“-fractured wrist, I know!” she said back. “But unlike Miles, there is absolutely nothing wrong with my legs.” she began to snarl as her irritation began to rise again.

“Okay, okay!” Peter said again, his voice getting higher in pitch the more agitated she became.

They were gratefully interrupted by the Doctor who came in, a nurse in blue scrubs hot on his tail as he came into the room.

“Ahhh Miss Fisk,”

“Parker.” Both Angel and Peter corrected together.

“Sorry, Mrs Parker,” the older gentleman said, correcting himself. From his balding hair and crows feet, Angel assumed he must have been in his early 50s. “Right so I’m here to take a look at things, my name is Dr Healey,” he said, “this is Nurse Temple.”

“Just Claire’s fine.” the younger woman interjected, her hands slipping into her pockets as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, waiting to start her work after the Doctor’s assessment. Angel sent a small smile of apology her way for having to work with the good doctor.

“Okay…” Dr Healy said as he started up his regular spiel again. “I’m just gonna check over your vitals, take a look at the bandaging on those ribs, do a couple of physical tests to check your movements-”

“Just get me out of the bed Doc.” Angel snipped at him, eliciting Claire to look down at her feet to hide the smile across her face and the small snicker that escaped her lips.

“Yes, well… very well then.” Dr Healy said, suddenly on the back foot.

“Angel.” Peter chastised.

“What?!” she threw back defensively. “I just want to shower and be able to pee for myself. I’m not planning on going anywhere other than the bathroom- and maybe my own bed,” she quickly added, “I promise.” she said to him.

Peter sighed as he gave in. “Can we do that Doc?” Peter asked him.

“Yeah, of course we can.” Claire chimed in as she stepped forward, grabbing a pair of gloves out of her bag and slipping them on as she started to make her way around the side of the bed.

“Umm yes, yes.” The Doctor hesitantly agreed, still on the back foot. 

As Claire began to remove the cannula from the back of Angel’s hand, the Doctor checked over Angel’s abrasions and mobility. She was still very sore and achy but with slow careful movements the Doctor finally conceded, with a nod of his head before moving away to allow Claire to remove the catheter, as he wrote out a prescription for some painkillers.

“Okay, this is gonna feel uncomfortable.” Claire said to Angel as she started to brace her fingers around the small tube attached between Angel’s legs. “Okay I need you to take a deep breath for me alright, I’m gonna count you in okay?” she attempted to reassure. “1,2,3-” 

Angel let out a small wince as she was detached from the catheter. “There, you go, there you go.” Claire coached softly.

“Okay, you’re probably gonna want help taking that shower.” Claire informed as she moved back around the bed to where Angel was already trying to shift her legs over the side of the mattress. “Actually if I’m honest, I don’t really recommend a shower at all, just maybe a really shallow bath and a wipe off with a washcloth.” she continued to say as she took her gloves off before reaching her hands out to Angel’s to help steady her as she stood.

After being stuck in bed with little mobility for the last 3 days, it was no surprise Angel’s legs wobbled and gave out when she tried to stand. “It’s alright I got you.” Claire said as she took most of Angel’s weight against her own body, as Peter raced around the bed to help. “It’s okay, you’ve been lying down for a while now, this is normal, just give your legs a chance for the blood flow to get round them again, you’ll be okay.”

Angel felt slightly dizzy as her blood now raced around her body, finally reaching her toes properly for the first time in days. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got it.” Peter said as he swapped places with Claire.

“Yeah no problem.” Claire said as she allowed Peter to take over. “Umm I can go start getting the bathtub ready if you want?” she offered.

“Yeah, it’s just across the hall.” Peter informed her as she began to leave. “You okay?” he asked, checking in with his wife.

“Yup.” she said fighting through the mild pain in her back and ribs and the odd sensation in her legs.

“You ready to start moving?” She didn’t give a verbal response, just nodded. “You want me to carry you?” he asked, noting her obvious attempt to downplay her pain.

“Nope, I’ve got this.” she reassured him with heavy breaths as she began to start hobbling with his assistance towards the door.

“Uh Mr Parker.” Dr Healy interjected, “She’s gonna need this prescription filled out as soon as possible.” He said lifting up the bit of paper he had just ripped off of his notepad.

“Uh Yeah, okay. Can you pass it on to one of the guys down the hall?” Peter threw back over his shoulder. “Preferably not the one with crutches.” Peter tried to joke, using it as some way of apology and ease the tension created by his stubborn wife.

“Ummm yes, of course.” The Doctor stammered as he attempted to gather back up his things.

“There we go.” Claire said as she helped Peter eaze Angel into the bathtub. The water was shallow, only just covering her legs and hips as she sat herself upright in the tub, her arms resting on the sides of the bath to prop her up and make sure she wasn’t leaning back against her ribs in the hard tub.

Peter could sense Angel’s tension at having Claire watch over his shoulder as his hand reached into the water for the red washcloth she had found and placed into the tub.

“Make sure you ring it out well, she can’t get her bandages wet.” Claire informed.

“Okay, okay. I think I’ve got it.” Peter said, turning his head to look at her. “Ummm thank you, I think I can take care of things from here.” Peter said, kindly dismissing her.

“Okay.” Claire conceded with a nod. “I’m just gonna hang around out there for a moment just in case there is anything you need.”

“Thank you, but I don’t think that will be necessary.” Peter said, driving home her dismissal a little harder this time.

“Okay. It was nice to meet you.” Claire said over Peter’s shoulder to Angel with a wave.

“Thank you.” Angel said timidly from behind the cover of Peter’s body.

When Claire left the room, Peter began brushing the damp cloth across Angel’s bruised skin. “What?” she queried when he began to frown.

“It’s just,” his voice said quietly as his fingers traced across one of the bruises on the top of her chest. 

“I know, I know.” she said equally as softly as she too took in the bruising all over her body.

“It just… makes me feel so helpless.” Peter confessed.

“I know. But this isn’t your fault Pete and you know it.” she tried to reassure him.

There was a pause between them before he said, “I had a dream last night.” he confided. “She was in it.”

“Gwen?” Angel confirmed.

“Yeah.” 

Gwen had still been alive when Peter had first swung into her life, saving her from that explosion at her Dad’s warehouse. They hadn’t met again until after Gwen had died. They used to run into each other at the cemetery, her visiting her Mom, him visiting Gwen. They used to just sit with each other and talk, reminisce about their loved ones. 

“I’m not her Peter.”

“I know that.” he sighed. “I know that.” he said more confidently. “It’s just…” his voice trailed off and tears began to form in his eyes, “I can’t lose you too okay? Not again, not for good, okay?”

“Okay.” she repeated quietly, a silent promise just between the two of them.

“You can’t be doing shit like that again, you know?”

She looked confused, “What go help out at-”

“No, I mean, what happened downstairs. You can’t- I can’t” he corrected himself, “I don’t know how to keep you safe when you do shit like that okay.”

“But maybe you’re not meant to.” she said cautiously as he continued to wipe at her skin, “Maybe you can’t, maybe you’re not meant to. Maybe that’s…” her voice trailed off as she had a thought ‘Maybe that was what her Father was training her for all along.’ 

“Maybe that’s what?” he asked, growing tense at the idea of not being able to protect her, to keep his own wife safe.

“Peter, maybe that was the point of my Dad keeping me away from you. Not just to protect me, but to show me how to stand on my own two feet, how to protect myself.”

“But you shouldn’t have to-”

“And why not? Because you’re my husband and that’s your job? Bullshit. Who’s there to save you huh? When shit hits the fan, which it already has, mind you; who looks out for you?” She looked deeply into his eyes. “Who is there to save you?”

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BnHA Chapter 292: You Say Jeans

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “well anyway here’s that Touya reveal I foreshadowed like a million years ago, viva la 2020.” Dabi was all “hello world, I’ve killed 30 people and today I’m going to explain to you all why” before he proceeded to explain ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but everyone was so distracted by his tale of child abuse and hero conspiracies that they didn’t much seem to notice. Can’t Ya See-Kun’s Shark Friend was all “IS THIS THE END OF HERO SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT”, and Horikoshi was all “STAY TUNED”, and then Dabi set himself on fire and leaped off of Machia’s back like the chaotic evil, I-just-bleached-all-my-brain-cells weird little fire man he is, ready to burn everyone to crispy bits before they could even react properly to his whole big revenge speech. Fortunately he did not succeed on account of THE RETURN OF THE JING, THE JOAT, BEST FUCKING JEANIST, back from the dead by popular demand in what critics are calling “the best fucking comeback since Jesus himself.”

Today on BnHA: Best Jeanist snatches up Machia and the rest of the League with his fiber steel cables before you can say “more like BEAST JEANIST amirite.” Dabi gets all worked up and lights Hadou on fire which is a real JERK MOVE, and is all “THIS RIGHT HERE IS ALSO ENDEAVOR’S FAULT”, which, NOT SUPER CONVINCED ON THAT, BUT OKAY. Anyway so then he burns up all the cables holding him which is crazeballs btw, and then he and Shouto start fighting, and so basically the whole thing is a literal hot mess and we’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile Tomura wakes up and summons some Noumus, and poor Jeanist has to deal with those on top of the still-attempting-to-rampage Gigantomachia, and everyone else is all “we can’t help you on account of we’re all half dead”, and so it’s looking really bad. And then -- and I can’t stress enough how much I don’t even have the faintest idea how to segue into this next part -- the chapter ends with Mirio!?! just sort of POPPING UP OUT OF THE GROUND all, “SURPRISE, BITCH”, and it literally was so surprising that I am still just kind of speechless. WELL-PLAYED, I GUESS, lol wtf.

lol okay so the first page in the RHA scan is just the “three musketeers” movie promo image that we all already saw a few days ago. but it does confirm that (a) it is indeed a movie, and (b) that it’s set for a summer 2021 release! how exciting

okay so now back to our special Dabi edition of Making a Murderer

“ray of hope” oh hell yes. SAVE US MR. JEANIST

I guess he had a TV in his private hero jet or something?

gotta say, “dammit Dabi” does not even remotely sound like Authentic Best Jeanist Dialogue to me though. gonna need Caleb to see to this. well but what do you guys think? does Best Jeanist curse?? I personally feel like he’s one of those guys who NEVER EVER swears no matter what, except under the most hilariously trifling circumstances. like he’s eating an avocado one day and he accidentally stains the cuffs of his beloved jostume green and he’s all “FUCK”

btw how fucking rich is Best Jeanist though that he has his own fucking plane? the thought just suddenly occurred to me, you know? like even Endeavor, whose agency has its own on-site luxury apartment suites for all of his interns, still drives around in a dinky little car that Bakugou has declared to be too small. which, I guess we know why he felt that way now, seeing as the guy he previously interned with apparently gets around in Jeans Force One

anyway so back to the part where Jeanist shows up to save the day!! YEAH JEANIST WOOOOO

ILU JEANIST YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST!! HUGS AND KISSES!!!

lmao we just saw Gigantomachia take out like a hundred guys not ten chapters ago. and Best Jeanist shows up and takes him down in like two seconds. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES LEAGUE OF VILLAINS. BET YOU’RE WISHING YOU’D TAKEN HIS QUIRK NOW, AFO. GET FUCKED YOU OLD SPUD

KACCHAN IS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM AWW

SIDE NOTE, IIDA, YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE WORDS LATER ABOUT YOU ACTUALLY AGREEING TO PUT HIM BACK DOWN. YOU DO UNDERSTAND THAT THIS CHILD IS STILL DRIPPING BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE FROM HIS MULTIPLE STAB WOUNDS, RIGHT? WAY TO ASSERT YOUR AUTHORITY THERE. I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE CLASS PRESIDENT NOT THE CLASS CLOWN, COME ON NOW

LMAO DABI IS FRANTICALLY TRYING TO DO THE PLOT MATH

SHOULDA CHECKED MORE CLOSELY MY GOOD MARK. LOOKS LIKE YOU MISSED THE “MADE IN CHINA” STICKER ON THE BOTTOM. YOU HAVE BEEN BAMBOOZLED. OR ACTUALLY, I GUESS THE MORE ACCURATE WORD HERE IS JAMBOOZLED, AHAHAHAHA. JEANS

HOLY SHIT DABI

I legit almost thought that was Tomura for a second. you two look so alike now with the white hair and the crazy eyes

meanwhile, Shouto is still crying and it’s a lot to take, you guys. lotta feels

ffff come on Jeanist you better do something awesome again here, the mood of the chapter is starting to slip now

YES, GOOD, THAT’LL WORK

WELL YOU TELL ME, SPINNER. I GUESS THAT MEANS BEST JEANIST IS OFFICIALLY THE STRONGEST CHARACTER IN THE SERIES NOW. SORRY I DON’T MAKE THE RULES

ffff now Spinner is trying to wake Tomura back up. nah, how’s about we not do that

OH MY GOD HADOU YESSSS

MY GIRL OUT HERE WITH THE “NO THANK YOU” BOUT TO CURBSTOMP THE BIG BAD WITH HER QUIRK KSFHLKLK WHO HERE HAD “HADOU SAVES THE DAY” ON YOUR WAR ARC BINGO CARDS, YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!!

HEY!!!!

fucking son of a... fffkfkff... someone please reassure me that fire isn’t Hadou’s weakness. someone. anyone. also could someone please dial an ambulance and send them to Horikoshi’s house. but not just yet. first I’m gonna need you to wait about fifteen minutes or so while I take care of some things

well all right then, Dabi. so you wanna go on then and explain to us all how this, too, is somehow Endeavor’s fault?

oh I see, you’ve decided that since he’s responsible for “creating” you, everyone you hurt and kill is in truth really being hurt and killed by him! well now, that sure is convenient as fuck I guess

(ETA: that’s a nice effect with the panel sides getting all warped by Dabi’s quirk though, just noticed that.)

amazing how quickly you used up that sympathy card my guy. Shouto please kick his ass, I’m fucking done lol, you can all sort out the rest in therapy later

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DIAL BACK DEKU’S EMPATHY STATS JUST A LITTLE BIT, HOLY --

“TODOROKI-KUN IS HURT THE MOST”, HE SAYS, WITH HIS ARM BONES SHATTERED INTO LITTLE TOOTHPICK-SIZED PIECES. I MEAN, HE’S PROBABLY TALKING MORE ABOUT MENTAL ANGUISH GIVEN THE CONTEXT HERE, BUT STILL. THAT’S ENOUGH HEROICS FROM YOU ALREADY FOR ONE DAY

NOOO JEANIST

LOTS OF SMOKE IN THE AIR RIGHT ABOUT NOW AND MY BOY’S STILL DOWN A LUNG. GOD DAMMIT

“if the number one suffers a total loss here, this country will fall to pieces” well okay, real talk though, I think the “country falling to pieces” part is pretty much unavoidable at this juncture. you all are just gonna have to try your best to pick up those pieces after the fact and see what you can do with them. if I were you I’d be less worried about the number one’s reputation and more concerned with the half-dozen child soldier interns who are still on the field and very much at risk of being burned to death should you suffer that “total loss.” please try to keep it together here for them

OH FOR FUCK’S

I really thought RockLockRock was gonna come into play here. USE YOUR QUIRK TO LOCK THE ROPES IN PLACE YOU DIP!! if he seriously just sits there and does nothing when his quirk could be the deciding factor I am cancelling his useless ass cute kid or no cute kid shfkjdls

(ETA: is he even there?? did he and Manual just hightail it out of there?? “well good luck, children.”)

also, we’ll put this aside for now to perhaps speculate about later, but what’s with Tomura remembering his dad’s house yet again in that far right panel?? and being itchy again?? I still have yet to fully work out the psychological mechanisms at work as far as his itchiness goes, so I’ll admit this is intriguing to me. it seemed like it was connected to his decay quirk, but then why is it acting up again now. what is this lol

yuh oh

forgot about these guys. looks like these heroes aren’t having such a fun time

oh fucksticks

excuse me ma’am but I don’t like this. you do know that my kids are all there, right. all burnt and impaled and broken-boned and the like. well except for Iida. he’s fine still. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I FEEL LIKE WATCHING HIM GET TORN APART BY FOUR HIGH ENDS, WTF

HORIKOSHI YOU MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

god fucking... okay look. Horikoshi. you win, okay!? congratulations, you win, this is your show and we’re all just sitting here at your mercy. fine. go ahead and just kill off everyone ever, then!! what am I even gonna do about it. stop reading?? fuck

this whole thing really went from zero to fucked before I could even blink huh. I really thought this was gonna be a turning point chapter for the heroes. shows what I know I guess??

meanwhile this motherfucker is just SCREAMING

ngl, if I wasn’t currently terrified on account of things suddenly taking such a drastic turn for the worse, this would be the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Jeanist my man, I hype you up like it’s my job because you are the greatest fucking meme character in the history of time, but make no mistake, you are also highkey WORTH ALL THE HYPE AND THEN SOME

seriously, though. don’t fucking mind him you guys, he’s just standing here in the coolest pose of all time taking on Gigantomachia all alone with one fucking lung because the substance pumping through his veins is COLD-BLOODED LIQUID DENIM, and DENIM FEELS NO FEAR

Best Jeanist really needs to get his own theme song. -- oh my god I just finally thought of a title for this post. lmao and it’s the dumbest thing. omg

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKI BROS ARE OFF IN THEIR OWN DRAMATIC LITTLE FIRE WORLD

which one do you think is the Mario and which is the Luigi. well, but I mean, Dabi clearly thinks that he’s the Luigi though and that’s why he’s so mad. nobody wants to be Luigi. what a life

THAT’S IT, SHOUTO!! POINT OUT ALL OF HIS HYPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT, I WANT ANSWERS

JUST TO CLARIFY, IT’S THAT NATSU, NOT SOME OTHER NATSU!! SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!!

OH, WELL IN THAT CASE

BUT OF COURSE. THAT WOULD MAKE IT ALL WORTHWHILE, holy shit. okay I’m just gonna go ahead and say it, Dabi is a piece of work. I really thought this arc would make him more sympathetic at long last, but it seems like it’s doing just the opposite?? this is like an anti-redemption arc. I don’t relish the thought of venturing into the fandom tags once I finish reading this lol

(ETA: well folks, I’ve done it. and actually it was pretty interesting because there are apparently like ten different things that people are mad about, and so it’s like. each post is a new adventure lmao.)

so Shouto is all “BRUH HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT” and Dabi is all “YES”, basically? like, he says he’s completely lost his feeling for anything. omg. but you were so sweet. how does that even happen

“finally I can kill you” okay for real what the heck is your damage bro?? can we not. I like Shouto just the way he is, un-killed

oh shit and now the Noumus are here

cue Bakugou diving in to save his mentor, STAB WOUNDS BE DAMNED!! actually it would make more sense for it to be Iida, but if Kacchan is really fixin’ to go full Shounen Dumbass here then he might as well go all out, y’know

-- unless of course, Deku decides to activate another quirk??

“last I checked, the main character of this series was still me” OH? WELL I SUPPOSE THAT IS TRUE, SO PRAY TELL, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT LEFT UP YOUR SLEEVE YOU SUICIDAL BRUSSELS SPROUT

fucking love how he’s all “HAHAHA WITH MY NEW QUIRKS I CAN STILL DO STUPID SHIT EVEN WITH MY ARMS AND LEGS GROUND TO A FINE POWDER” btw. what can I say. Deku gonna Deku

FMMFHDKUHK W H A T

HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. WHAT THE WHAT. QUE THE FUCK

(ETA: okay look, all the love in the world to the brave scanlators who take time out of their lives to translate the leaks every week just so we can read the chapter a couple of days early like the addicts we are. that said, translating Mirio’s signature “POWER!!” -- which was already written in English in the original scan -- to “POG-CHAMP” is just a whole new level of wtfuckery from them lmao. is the Lida person back at it again?? amazing.)

MIRIO!?!?! SHOWS UP TO SAVE THE DAY?!?! POGS HIMSELF UP OUT THE GROUND TO BEAT THE NOUMUS LIKE IT AIN’T NO THING. JUST LIKE WE ALL PREDICTED!? I’M SORRY, DID YOU NOT SEE THAT COMING?? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOUR DAILY HOROSCOPE FROM ASTROLOGY DOT COM DIDN’T HAVE THAT ONE IN THE CARDS?? WAS IT NOT OBVIOUS?? TODOROKIS PLUS BEST JEANIST EQUALS MIRIO??

hot damn. Tintin really saw the writing on the wall with the impending Dabi Discourse and was all “NOT SO FAST” lmao. “HERE’S A BRAND NEW THING FOR YOU ALL TO DISCOURSE ABOUT” MIRIO YOU WILD CHILD. YOU GLORIOUS THUG

MEANWHILE LET’S NOT FORGET WHAT MIRIO HAVING HIS POWERS BACK ACTUALLY IMPLIES. HOLY SHIT. SUDDENLY WE CUT BACK TO ALL MIGHT’S OFFICE, ALL THE WAY BACK AT UA. ERI BRANDISHES HER TOKOYAMI-GIFTED BUSTER SWORD, A DETERMINED GLEAM IN HER EYE. “I HEARD YOU WERE TRYING TO HAVE A GIRL POWER ARC WITHOUT ME.” OH. MY. GOD

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Mr. Protector Man - George Weasley

Request: Hey i never ask for a request before but here: like George and female reader are together and she is the daughter of Sirius then the year with Umbridge come and wont leave the reader alone because of her last name then George get very protective and make sure nothing bad is gonna happened to the reader. Ps i really like your writing! AND Hii! I like your writing and i was wondering if u could write a George Weasley imagine where the reader is Sirious Black daughter and its during the year where Umbridge is there and she’s giving a hard time to the reader and George is there to protect her and help her? Sorry this is veery long! Thank you

A/N: Thank You for Requesting. BTW Requests are always open. I kinda ran with this idea and played up dad!Sirius because I love that image. I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you!

Mr. Protector Man

There were only a few weeks left of your summer before you returned for Hogwarts for the final time, at least as a student. Your years at Hogwarts had been filled with twists thanks to the appearance of one Harry Potter, but you really couldn’t complain. In fact, you were quite grateful for his appearance. With someone with a more famous name than yours, you could finally move out of the spotlight and into something that you could call confidence. Not that you were not a confident person, but the constant reminder that your father was a murderer didn’t help in the whole “making friends” part of your life. Luckily, a pair of twins made their way into your life, and you could never explain how eternally grateful you were for their presence. 

In your fifth year, however, the attention turned back to you when your father escaped Azkaban. It would have been terrible for you, had you not had Fred and George constantly reminding you of how incredible you were. Overtime, however, you grew more comfortable with the knowledge that your father was free, and when Remus met with you to tell you all that he had learned, you were ecstatic. Finally, you could say that your father was worth the love that you had stored away for him. 

Your sixth year also brought about changes to your personality. You found that your confidence grew since people were no longer talking about you and your father. To say that you were grateful Harry was placed in the tournament was selfish, but you were happy to know that you could live your life without being put on trial for everything that you said and did because of your last name. Throughout that year, you were able to send a couple of letters to Sirius that were filled with your life story. He was thankful that you grew up to be happy and didn’t suffer at the hands of muggles like Harry did. All he ever wanted for you was for you to be happy, so when the summer came around, he was stuck at Grimmauld Place, you jumped at the opportunity to finally be with your dad. There were people, those that will not be mentioned, who thought that this was a terrible idea, but Remus suggested that this would be a good opportunity for the both of you.

When you finally moved in, you were nervous to be around the man who was never there to raise you. There was a part of you that resented him, but you understood the circumstances and swallowed your pride. When he saw you for the first time, he practically burst into tears, and you didn’t hesitate to launch yourself into your arms. You were both filled with joy at the thought of finally being able to become a sort of dysfunctional family. The rest of the day was filled with tears and laughter as he told you about his school days and you told him about yours. When Remus came to visit the happy family, he was shocked by how quickly you two got along. He thought there would be some awkwardness, but instead it felt as if the two of you had been together the whole time. He was delighted to see one of his oldest friends return to the world of the happy and see his smile be genuine. 

When the Weasley family joined what felt like a party of two, you were even more excited than before, although you were slightly disappointed at the loss of time that was going to be spent with your father. Your routine had changed to accommodate the gingers, but worst of all, you had to keep things under control with George. Sirius was aware that you were seeing someone, but he chose not to think too much into it. It wasn’t until he found the two of you cuddled up on the couch that he realized that your boyfriend was sleeping in the room right beside yours. Now, cue the protective father instinct, and you find Padfoot sleeping in the hallway between the two doors most nights. The problem with this logic was that Sirius was a deep sleeper, and so long as you didn’t step on the poor dog, you could get away with just about anything. You easily tiptoed across his sleeping body to find your boyfriend. George was worried about making this move, so he often let you do it to avoid him losing his life.

With only a few days left, you found that you were beginning to worry about what school would be like when you got back. There were rumors spreading and false information making its way into headlines. Both you and Harry were at risk to some bad treatment from the school, but you just remembered all of the stories Sirius told you about his time at Hogwarts and tried to channel his cool energy. Sirius could sense your change in demeanor, but he chose not to question it. He even looked to George to see if he noticed it as well, and he was pleasantly surprised to see that your attentive boyfriend was indeed acknowledging these small changes. They both wrote it off as some before school jitters, but Sirius and George were still worried about you.

Now, fast forward to meeting the pink toad. Everything in your body ached at the sound of her shrill voice. More than anything, you wanted to throw something at her in hopes of finally shutting her up. It wasn’t until your first class with her, that you really began to feel hatred bubble up inside of you. You were aware of how she mistreated others, especially Harry, so you tried to stay off her radar. Sadly, she was very aware of who you were and reminded you of it every chance she got. 

“Miss Black, please put away your wand.” You grimaced at her voice but maneuvered your wand away from the view of the wretched woman. You sighed and started writing down the useless information from the book. Everything that was written down and published was nearly a lie. You put your head in your hand and continued to sketch down those ideas of what a useless institution called “defense against the dark arts.” How was this even true? You lived with Remus and for a while with your father. Both people taught you defense knowing that your last name would be troublesome. This information was vital to your life, but this class was killing you slowly. 

“Ahem,” her voice made you want to shove the quill into your ears. “Miss Black, sit up straight and show some respect. It seems that you cannot act like a lady in this class. I will see you in detention tonight. Maybe then you will learn how not to act like the daughter of a murderer.” You scoffed, but you remained quiet. You thought back to your last talk you had with Sirius.

“You know, there are still going to be people who will say things about me.” You sighed at your father.

“Of course I know. I know the truth though, and for now that’s all that matters.” Sirius smiled at your commentary, but  he knew that words about your family can hurt, especially when they are pointed at you. He was someone who was unaware of the comments that can be made. He was worried before you were born that his name would be troublesome, but there was never a time that he believed that it would be his own fault. 

“I need you to understand that it is not your duty to defend me. The world will not believe the truth, especially given these times. They don’t believe Harry or Dumbledore, which means that they are not going to believe you. Please, promise me that you will take care of yourself first.” You reluctantly nodded your head.

“Fine, but I’m not going to be happy about it. I hate being a reflection of a lie.” You wanted the rest of the wizarding world to know what an amazing man your father was. You wanted to be seen as more than the daughter of someone who murdered his friends without a second thought. You gave your father a hug and murmured a promise to him that you meant to keep.

As you stand before the door that led to the devil, you questioned why you would make a promise that constituted you to put yourself in danger and to lose all that you had worked so hard to maintain in your life. Your night was spent with a throbbing, bloody hand, and a single tear that was not for the physical pain, but the emotional loss you acquired by allowing this witch to have an impact.

The following weeks, you met with the toad in detention. Most of the time, they were small offenses that typically would go unnoticed by other professors. You kept your word to your father the entire time, despite the physical and emotional turmoil of these events. The word “insubordinate” stained your hand and was a constant reminder of how you felt. You felt useless and worthless. This didn’t go unnoticed. George saw this change in your behavior. Your smile was forced, and your eyes were red with tears that he was certain met only your pillow. He knew that he had to take action. He felt terrible for doing something before, but he never knew how bad it was until he saw you that one night in the hallway.

You sat down on the ground and let your back trace the freezing bricks. You took your hand and wrapped it in a bandage, something you knew to bring with you now. You placed the wrapped hand against the wall, as a way to numb the stinging. You didn’t let any tears fall. Instead, you stared ahead of you and drowned out any noises. That was how George found you. He walked over to you and sat down beside you. No words were shared in this exchange. He didn’t know what to say or do to help, so he stayed by your side in silence, hoping that you would say something.

“I’m sorry that you have to see me like this. I will head back up to my dorm and get some sleep. You should too.” You stood up and placed a chaste kiss on cheek and walked briskly to your dorm. George watched your retreating form and realized that he failed to protect you like he wished he could. He made a promise to himself that he would not allow anything else to happen to you.

You were sitting in the great hall when George appeared beside you. He pulled you into his body and kept his arm over your shoulder. You forced another smile and tried not to get emotional. It felt strange to be held like you were so important to someone. George didn’t let you go for a while. Then you both made your way to the classroom that was known to bring pain and grief to many of the students. You sat down and tried to keep your cool. No matter how hard you tried to not cause any trouble, the woman always found a way to bring attention to you in a negative light.

“Miss Black, you should know by now that I am not a fan of your attitude, but this is unacceptable.” You weren’t even sure what she was lecturing you about. Honestly, you couldn’t care less what the issue was. 

“Professor, I think you should be respectful of this girl. She has done nothing wrong. You just don’t like her because you don’t like her last name. You should mind your tongue.” Those harsh and direct words came from the mouth of the one person who would always have your back. 

“Mr. Weasley, I will see both you and Miss Black in detention. Now, sit down and do your work.” George scoffed and walked over to where you were sitting. 

“I don’t think so. This class is over for today as far as I’m concerned.” His act of defiance came to a close with you being led out by him with a shocked look on the woman’s face. 

“George. George, stop it right now. We can’t just walk out of class. We are going to get into more trouble.” As you two continued down the hall he stopped abruptly. 

“No Y/N. I am not going to stop. You’re the one who needs to stop lying to me. You can’t keep letting her have an effect on you. We both know that you are so much more than the reputation that comes with your name. She’s just jealous that you are more famous and pure than she ever will be. She’s a disgrace to the world. Not your dad, and most certainly not you.” His words brought the tears back. His love for you was unbelievably pure and unconditional. 

As George watched you fall apart in front of him, he held you. You clung to him as if he was going to disappear if you let go. You both stood in the middle of this empty hallway without a care in the world. Neither of you were aware of how much time was spent there. Your tears started to dry, and your hiccups eventually dissipated, much to your appreciation. You two only became aware of your surroundings when the sound of footsteps echoed.

“Mr. Weasley, Miss Black. Why aren’t you in class?” You turned your head in the direction of Professor Mcgonagall. As she saw your tear stained expression, her face dropped. She assumed what the issue was. Throughout your years at Hogwarts, she saw a lot of Sirius in you. You reminded her of the chaos your father and his friends brought to school, but you also reflected his kindness and sincerity. There had always been some dissonance between you and some of the professors, but she had always had a soft spot for you. With the terror of the woman in pink, she could only assume that you and Harry were getting the brunt of it. The Weasley twins as well, but she suspected that they were intentional in their actions.

“Sorry professor, but I couldn’t sit there and listen to her talk to Y/N like that any longer.”

“Please professor, it was my fault. Don’t let George get in any trouble for protecting me.” You couldn’t handle knowing that you were the reason George was in trouble two times in the span of an hour with two different professors.

“Did you two receive detention from her?” You both nodded. “Well, I will make sure that it is spent with me instead. Now, I don’t expect you to return to that class, but please try to be punctual to the others. Oh, and Miss Black, don’t let her words get to you. We both know the truth.” She offered you a smile and assured you both that she would see you in her office for detention, which you both know would not be a real detention. 

That night, you sat by George and talked. For the first time in too long, the two of you discussed how you were feeling. 

“Y/N you know that your name is not a representation of you. Her words are nothing more than a  jealous filled disgust. She holds the opinion of the ministry who refuses to acknowledge the truth of our times. But I need you to come to me if she ever says or does anything to you when I am not around. I will always do what I can to be there for you because you are worth the world.” You shifted to move closer to his body, and you nodded. You were grateful to him for being there as your voice when you couldn’t be there for yourself.

“Thank you Georgie for being there for me. I love you so much.” He chuckled quietly.

“I love you too, but this wasn’t a one time thing. I am here to be your hero, which I have already proved to be earlier, if I might add. You and I are going to do this together, and I’m not going to let her hurt you anytime soon. I will, however, be working with Fred to get some revenge going. You are welcome to join me, but you can’t be out in the field with us. I’m not going to let you get caught, and get into more trouble. Understood?”

“Yes George, I understand.” You giggled. “Mr. Protector Man.”

“That was all you came up with? I’m ashamed.” He laughed, and you joined in.

“Give me time, I’ll come up with something better eventually.”

When you returned to Grimmauld Place for the holidays, you were ecstatic. Your dad was just as happy to see you, especially to spend the holidays with you for the first time since you were an infant. Sirius was also aware that he owed a lot to your boyfriend. George had sent a letter to his mother that included an additional note for Sirius. He wrote about the issues that you were dealing with due to the pink witch, and how you did everything you could to uphold your promise to him, despite the physical pain you endured. Sirius was proud of you for being strong, but he felt guilty knowing how hurt you were because of him again. 

“Y/N, come here. I think we should talk.” You walked over to your dad and sat down beside him. “I know you made a promise to me earlier on, but I hope that we can acknowledge that this woman is not worth your time and energy. I know, because you're a lot like me, that you want to tell her off, and I think maybe you should. I just need you to be careful about it, because I don’t want you getting hurt anymore.” You nodded and thought about all that you wanted to say to her. You always bit your tongue, but you also thought that maybe it was a blessing in disguise that you never told her off. George knew exactly what to do and say to avoid you getting into any more trouble, but you knew that if you spoke your mind, then you probably would get into more serious trouble.

“Thank you, but I think I’ll keep silent a little longer. Plus, I’ve been helping Fred and George with their pranks, so I think that is enough for now.” Sirius’ face lit up knowing that you pranked the toad. That is exactly what he and James would have done.

“So, this George guy,” Sirius began with a smirk on his face, “I approve of him. He’s a good one, and I’m happy he’s with you.” You smiled at your dad.

“Me too. He really is the best.”

“I think him and I need to have a word though.” You sighed at him and gave him a knowing look. “It won’t be anything bad, entirely.” You laughed and stood up and patted him on the back jokingly. 

George appeared in the doorway and made his way over to your father. You left the two of them alone, knowing that their conversation was going to be a good one. 

After a long while, longer than you expected, George reappeared.

“So, what did you two talk about?” You urged, pointing a finger at his chest.

“You know, a little of this, a little of that. He just wants to know that you’re happy and that I am doing my job. Protecting you of course, and he offered a nice little threat that I should never even think about hurting you because then he would willingly find himself back in Azkaban.” You gasped playfully, knowing that your father would never actually hurt him, and that George could never hurt you either. 

“Well, the ministry thinks he is a murderer, so who knows what he might do.”

“I am your own personal Mr. Protector Man, so I don't think that he is going to be able to touch me.” You both laughed at his comment.

“I thought you hated that name. You told me you were ashamed.”

“It’s growing on me. I love you Miss Black, surname and all.”

“I love you too Mr. Weasley, but I think I like Mr. Protector Man a bit more.” You giggled and rested your head on his chest.

[corysmiles]

TINY BELOVED AU:D i love that name! Now angst abt feeling helpless bc i cant sleep and hurt/comfort is all ik. Tw for panic attack and hopelessness cuz i dont want anyone to be caught off guard:)

When they arrived at Tubbo’s home he ralized quickly that there was no easy way for him to use the restroom, and for the first few days until Tubbo’s dad hurriedly finds a tutorial online about installing tiny sized bathroom appliances, they drive Ranboo to the nearest public tiny restroom and he showers in Tubbo’s sink. Its incredibly embarassing and Ranboo feels like a burden the size of Alaska thats really the size of an unsharpened pencil. Theres so many things that have to be built and baught in his first week that he just wants to curl up and die, or at least go back home. Tubbo tries to assure him that its kinda his fault for not realizing Ranboo was small before hand, but that doesnt help his anxiety.

With every new thing Tubbo’s dad has to buy and everytime he has to facetime Tubbo to come take him somewhere he gets closer to a breakdown from embarasment and guilt. It all comes to a head when Ranboo asks for something from the fridge and Tubbo sets him inside it on the shelf with the item he wanted. Tubbo turned away to open a different container for their snack when Lani came into the kitchen. She shut the fridge on instinct apon seeing it open, Tubbo, destracted, didnt think of the consequenses.

Ranboo was horrified to see the door slamming closed and the light turning off. It felt a hundred times colder, and when the door didnt imediately open he had the horrible realization that he’d been forgotten. All he’d been trying to do was pick out what kind of sandwich meat he wanted and now he was going to die. He was too small to open a fridge door, too weak to take care of himself. Everything was so big, and he was so small. He’d never belong here, not with his friends. He’d always be the one that needed help getting from place to place and couldn’t even get a snack without help. He was overwhelmed and cold and sad and lonely and-

Light suddenly flooded the fridge and he was scooped into Tubbo’s warm hands. In his state of panic Ranboo didnt hear Tubbo’s desprate appologies and questions of his health.

“Ranboo! Are. You. Ok!” Ranboo flinched out of his panicked state and started crying. His teary eyes had preaviously made his eyelashes heavy with frost.

“I’m too small!” The outburst was sudden and strangled and scared but Tubbo was just happy he was talking.

“What do you mean? Lani shut the fridge on accident?” He heard her appologizing from the other side of the room but Tubbo quickly shoo’ed her out.

“She wouldnt have been able to if I was Human!” Tubbo cupped his cold friend in his hands and held him against his chest to warm him. And to hopefully ground him.

“Ranboo, its not your fault. We werent ready for you, but if you dont talk to me I can’t help make things easier. I know its hard but no one in this house thinks youre a burden, or useless. We just want your stay in a different country as easy as possible. It has to be scary, being so far from home in such a big house. But nothing you could ask for or need is bad. Please tell me when somethings wrong.” It was a long winded thing for Tubbo to say at one time, but his speaking grounded Ranboo and the reassurance helped him relax a bit.

“Thanks Tubbo. Im glad youre the friend that got stuck with me.” Tubbo chuckled at him but eventually let him go.

“How about you pick your lunch meat out here.” Tubbo said as he pulled the meats out of the fridge and onto the table for Ranboo.

They both laughed and Ranboo began to think maybe he’d get used to living with giants, and they’d certainly do their best to help him.

I got kinda lazy:( but i promise i love writing these its just 3am and writing is hard

-Im Brick btw:) if u wanna call me that

BRICK YOUR WRITING IS JUST !MUAH! CHEFS KISS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 💙💙💙

This is so amazing and I can’t get over the idea of Ranboo feeling guilty about how much they have to do for him. I cant even imagine how much it would hurt Tubbo to hear Ranboo constantly asking if it would be better if he just flew back home. All Tubbo wants is for his friend to be comfortable and safe, but the tiny won’t even tell him what to fix out of guilt. The last thing he wants is for Ranboo to feel helpless, but it takes them all a while to make the house safe for him

[truegodofthearena]

GG reboot 1 x 6 thoughts

This got long so everything under the cut 

1. okay way to get real disturbing real fast with that first scene. “Your generation feels so guilty after they come.” No, Max. Rafa is far, FAR FARRRR from feeling any guilt about this. You are being preyed upon, wake the fuck up. 

2. strategically placed table. Lol, i get that. I’m with Monet on this one. 

3. I literally had to rewind to see how Aki ended up on that table because i didn’t even see him come with Obie. I saw Obie and not my precious Aki? Unforgivable.

4. Okay i love love LOVE the ot3 dynamic of Max audrey and Aki. And one of the most enjoyable aspects for me is that Max and Audrey are both quite volatile personalities and its so much fun to see them banter and clash while Aki, ever the peace keeper, just lays back and lets it all unfold because I feel like he knows he can clean up any mess when it comes to these two. Also, as much as I enjoy the Aki Max scenes, I live for the Max Audrey confrontations because she gives him back as good as she gets while Aki is too passive and sweet. It’s just a different dynamic which is why all three of them together is THE DREAM. They just so deliciously balance each other out. 

5. Aki and Audrey realizing Max is in trouble 3 seconds after Max tells em “you can rest easy now” Max needs these two so so much, he doesn’t even know it

6. Obie doesn’t know where he stands with Zoya and I don’t know where he stands in this show, being the most useless of the bunch. Maybe you’re too boring and self righteous, ever think about that? Cheers to Zoya for calling his activism performative. Someone had to say it.

7. “Aki taking both sides again. What a refreshing change of pace.” lol this is why Max is needed in this dynamic. Because as much as Audrey and Aki love and adore one another and are BFF goals, sometimes Audrey just needs to vent and Max is just the person to encourage that. They can vent about their messed up home situations together. 

8. I love that throughout the Aki tracking Rafa situation, Audrey knew what was going on and was supportive of him pursuing this while tackling her own Kiki situation at home. They’re just so good together (except for the sex bit lol). You can really feel their connection and history in all their interactions. They’ve got each other’s backs through and through. I love how their LOVE for one another is not even debatable. I like that. 

9. Audrey calling Aki, AKENO when she’s mad. Perfection. 

10. Literally everyone prefers the zoya scenes with julien more. There’s no point to have Obie there

11. I love Aki confronting Rafa. And i wanted to punch Rafa in that scene for so obviously being a predator and then threatening Aki. Have you seen Aki? No purer soul has ever existed. Aki doesn’t seem like the revenge type but I hope Max and Audrey seek revenge for sure. I also find it problematic that the writers made a poc the sexual predator. Not good. 

12. They’re obviously planting the seeds for a Kate and Zoya’s dad romance and ugh I just hate Kate so much, so NO NO NO.

13. Aki doing his research to find evidence against Rafa. THATS MA BOY. GET HIM AKIIIII. And max not listening to him wtf? and then later believing some random guy instead? 

14. Loved the call backs to serena and blair’s cotillion dresses and julien and zoya dressing up as Dan and Chuck (feeling sorry for serena for still being with Dan btw), and Zoya saying “I’m Chuck Bass.” LOVED IT

15. I get Audrey’s dilemma but her inviting her mom’s old friends was such a bad call. If her mom wanted to hang out with her old buddies she already would be. The reason she isn’t anymore is coz she’s cut them out of her life and doesn’t want to see them. So yeah, BAD call. But i get her frustration

16. Kiki being in the hospital and all responsibility and stress landing on Audrey. Typical Kiki behavior, it seems. That was so not the first time this had happened. Really made me feel bad for Audrey and how she must have grown up taking care of everything for her Mom. 

17. Max realising that the only reason his friends keep their distance is because he has created that distance and going all in to support his buddies. Total AWWWW moment, and i loved audrey beckoning him to join the group hug. SO SO PERFECT. Could have left out Obie from the hug but oh well. Still acceptable. 

18. Really curious to see why Monet had her mutiny. I honestly thought Obie was the one who got insecure with the new guy pic with Zoya and did the petty thing. But I was surprised to see it be Monet. Interested to see where her journey is headed. We definitely need more information on her background and family situation to make her fleshed out character. I was also surprised by Luna warming up to Zoya but i dig it. I liked seeing her nice side for once. 

19. So excited for the OT3 that was promised! I feel next episode will be it, guys! Right before the break. I feel like it’s gonna go GREAT initially and they’ll have fun together until Max either catches more feelings for Aki or Audrey which is gonna make things... complicated. In terms of how much Aki has been feeling protective of Max, it could be them. Or given the fiery nature of Max and Audrey’s scenes together and how both of them have something to bond over (family issues and drama), it might be them. Idk guys, it could go either way. But yeah, i feel it comin. Although I do want the writers to delay it as much as possible coz i feel like this OT3 would be the dream and should last a while. 

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Just wanna hear somebody else’s thoughts on this. I’m a minor btw, I’m turning 17 this month:) my sister is 22. Talking about kinda shitty parents. TW: minor details about physical abuse.

Our parents kinda hate us ( me and my older sister). They keep talking about my cousins and how they do all the work at home and how we don’t. Everytime my dad looks at me and talks to me, I can see the anger and resentment on his face, like, it’s literally so obvious that he’s displeased. It’s kinda suffocating living with them. They don’t let us go out, don’t give us any pocket money, my dad gets annoyed(on good days)/angry(on bad ones hahaha) when I ask for money for literally anything. My mom keeps talking about how she only stayed bcs of us and that she should’ve just left when she was younger and that we are the worst. And we are branded as the worst worst worst children in our whole family. Like, we don’t do any work, we are stupid, lazy, ungrateful, useless (ofc we help with the housework, not everything but we do). Sometimes I feel like a demon child lol. I don’t remember a single time where they have been emotionally supportive. My sister has it even worse, like, we kinda talked(me and my sister) today about this whole family thing bcs something happened yet again ( we got chastised and embarrassed for smth stupid). We’re like the popular shitty lazy sibling duo for our whole family lol and they love to keep telling us to help our mom and be nice and shit everytime we meet. I’m burnt out from everything. I don’t know what to feel anymore, are they really shitty or is it just us???? Also my sister has been hit by our father( both when she was a minor and when she was an adult) and she used to get hit when she was a child. I didn’t. I never got hit so I feel uncomfortable voicing my concerns in front of her, if feels like I don’t have the right?? to be upset hahahahah

Hi anon,

I'm sorry you're dealing with all of this. That sounds incredibly stressful. You do not deserve to be treated like this.

You are not the problem. You are not bad. You have done nothing to deserve this abuse. Your parents are treated you poorly and you deserve better.

It's good to talk to your sister about it and validate each others' experiences. Be there for each other.

It's not fair at all to be compared to your siblings, told your lazy, and not given emotional support.

It is definitely not you. You are not deserving of this treatment, You deserve to be treated with respect and dignity.

You can validate your sister's experiences with your father and still talk about the abuse you have incurred. It's okay to talk about your trauma as well. You absolutely have the right to talk about it.

-

It's hard being in a family of abusers while trying to unlearn and grow through your own trauma. You deserve the space and time and care to do this work. There's nothing you can do to make anyone else begin the process, nor should you have to.

The thing that kept me going through a similar set up was to remember that one day, I'd then 18 and I could leave. It was hard only having that as a saving grace, but honestly it was worth it. Waiting for the chance to become my own person was the only thing I felt like I could do. You have yourself and your sister, and you can definitely lean on each other through this, even if you have different trauma.

I think having a conversation with your sister about her boundaries and what she's comfortable talking about would be a great starting point. She's obviously doing her best as well, so knowing what she's okay with and her knowing what you're okay with can make it that much easier around each other. It can help you two heal in a healthy way with consideration for where you've both come from.

Hope seems far away, but it's there. You've made it so far, you can absolutely keep going to find a life that's yours to make.

[supercorp-hosie]

My thoughts for legacies 3x13: I’ll try to put the point chronologically

1. When Kaleb blew the candle, I’m so confused because the first thing that comes to my head is: he’s blowing that because is daytime, but why put it so far from Cleo? Why use a candle when you have electricity? And apparently I’m a fool, because that’s how the confinement spell works duh! I only recalled that when Alaric blew it in the end. I’m so dumb lol.

2. I love that Kaleb is the first to seek Cleo out, wanted answers and ready to accept them. When he tries to comfort Cleo in her memories, that’s me too! But apparently being the badass she is, she immediately come up with the idea of replacing her grandma to go with Malivore.

3. Poor Cleo! My heart sores when it started with a little girl, just like with Finch. She’s a hero! She’s so brave! She’s a queen! And weirdly she likes frogs(or toads?) very much. I wonder why. And although she tried to kill Hope last episode, I never see her as a villain. Never for a second. Instead I’m impressed. Tbh I didn’t understand why she is always playing with clay/mud since the beginning of this episode. But after her backstory, I just feel sad and proud at the same time. Sad because it’s shaped from her painful time of enslavement. Proud because she’s using the thing she learned from it against Malivore as her weapon despite the painfulness. I remember she talked about her sister dying, but nothing about that occurs in the memories. Did she lie before or it’s just another thing that the writers forgot?

4. ‘Jonch’ is horrible! I prefer Finsie as the ship name. Why is their moment always so cringy? I get this second embarrassment from them a lot, mostly from Josie tho. I always felt there’s something lacking in Finsie, just like what I felt when Handon started it’s kind of sudden. Maybe because of my perception, I really didn’t know why Josie think Finch is hot. I have to learn how to appreciate her beauty. But goof news, I actually appreciated Finsie first kiss, because I see why they haven’t kiss before, and why they finally kiss. It’s cute and the sparkling, haha. Tbh I start to appreciate Finch’s beauty from the kissing scene angle. But this episode, again, I still feel cringy in most of the Finsie scenes. I have to put my palm on my head. Anyway, I enjoy the “girlfriend” scene tho, like Finsie starting to grow on me(again, the first time is their first kiss, hopefully no more cringy afterwards). It’s really good to see Josie happy. Btw, since Finch decided to enrol, will she be the new alpha now that she defeated Jed? That’s good for her, she finally has a pack and no longer lonely.

5. Along with Finsie scenes, does anyone realise there’s actually other students there? And there are actually other witches at the school?? I remembered that there’s like only four witches? Because Josie was the only witch at the school when Berbelang!Hope happened? Annnndddd! To that! Does anyone remember there’s this girl Gaby/Gabby? She’s also a witch, and she loves dnd like Wade? They can’t tease us with Penelope using her then just let her disappear?

6. Oh great there’s actually other wolves at the school. I’m starting to think Jed is the only wolf left (of course there’s Hope, but she’s tribrid). As much as I enjoy Finch being badass that she can stand beside Josie, I felt so sorry for Jed and his actor. He’s been there for 3 seasons and yet Finch get a backstory before him. He has none! The actor is great, look at the siren episode! He hardly gets any decent lines and scenes now. Instead, they make him looked useless, hard to be respectable. Like anyone can just harm his alpha reputation. Justice for Jed please. Oh and the fact that Finch got a backstory before Kaleb too? It’s unacceptable. They deserve more. Jed doesn’t even have a last name, my god! Anyway that doesn’t change the fact that I want to hug baby Finch so much bc she’s adorable!

7. With MG gone, Kaleb looks like the only vampire left in the school. I miss MG. What about Ethan?

8. Josie and Cleo finally met! I’m glad that she’s learned something from her too. I think it’s true that other kids never felt as easy as Josie at the school. They finally addressed it.

9. I’m frustrated that Hope never wanted answers from Cleo. The only friend that helped her grieve. But hey maybe she’s too hurt to be able to bear Cleo in her sight. But then again there’s the Landon problem, so she’s off with Landon again. Only taking to Landon the whole episode, being the only one that only talk to one person in the whole episode. Feel bad for her about this. Poor Hope.

10. I really feel bad for Landon, because there’s a lot of hardships to make him like that. Someone please give him hugs and a therapist. The show is doing a full cycle by stating what he’d done is just like what Hope did when she returned from Malivore. I understand why he kept himself away, but weirdly, the way the let those words out, it feels like he wants to get back at Hope when I think he wanted Hope’s understanding. Maybe he wanted both?

12. Someone told me that every 13th episode is the episode where Landon’s power are explored. I kind of agree with it now. Because he’s finally having the fighting skills that he’s longing now. Finally he can achieve his desires to physically fight alongside Hope. For what though, I don’t know, because in the case of supercorp, Lena never needed it physically to be Supergirl’s partner in saving the world, or of course to protect Kara. Glad for him, anyway, bc that’s what’s he wants. And the blow to the head? It’s awesome.

11. I can’t believe Landon is blaming Hope for not coming to save him sooner?! What the hell? What happened to “I’m going to be the one that always fight to find Hope”, idk whether I quoted it precisely, but the meaning is there. I am furious. Is this some sick drama that the show wants Landon to think that Hope was not coming to him because she had a perfect version of him?? That aside, when I see that Handon is going to fight together physically, I actually think the scene is good and they will overcome the blaming thing, and going to be a power couple. Just when I have that thought, Landon have to fucking throw the artifact towards Malivore(whether it is Malivore I’ll discuss afterwards, it’s contradictory)!! That’s such a stupid move! Where’s your brain? And it’s broken, oh god. And the show have to show Hope being so weak during the fight. I mean why? She’s a badass, why do they have to make her weak to glorify Landon?? They made her look useless. These things just really kill the budding Handon spirit in me. The show really knows how to make people resent Handon and Landon. Just please change the show name.

12. Anyway to be fair, Landon do care for Hope and do love her. Before, though I don’t think they are endgame quality, I think that if they do improve, Handon endgame is tolerable, acceptable. But now, I’m not so sure of that anymore. Other than the above mentioned points, Landon did leave Hope for a solid third time. Why the show have to establish that for Handon when their fans desperately defended Landon that he wasn’t always leaving. I mean I’ve seen Handon shippers fought really hard against the “Landon is always leaving Hope” argument. What a way to make a couple being endgame. In Chinese proverbs, there’s a thing for a third time. Like the three strikes law, I think? It says not to do anything or tolerate anything undesirable that has happened more than three times. So please do not make Handon together ever again. It’s an insult to Hope too.

13. To see it differently, poor Hope will finally have time out of Landon to think of herself and her future. We need to see her having her own storyline. So maybe we can see Hosie eventually? Sorry Finsie for anticipating your break up in the future. But please enjoy yourselves when Hope grows on her own, because Josie deserves a decent relationship on screen too. Hosie didn’t interact this episode, I’m sad.

14. I just can’t help but wonder why Alaric oversee the artifact being destroyed so easily. And when Josie introduces Finch, she deserves a decent conversation with the headmaster, really. Oh he’s an adult, be a responsible and respectable one, especially you’re Josie dad. Help her with her impression with her crush. Alaric really need help, we need another adult figure. It’s okay that’s not Caroline.

15. I kind of thinking that Landon and Cleo are shippable too when I know that they are leaving at the same time. Cleo being the sole reason to Landon existence is one of the reasons to ship them. She’s the one that tell Malivore he can make vessels and create legacy, that leads to Landon existing. Not to mention she did literally made Golem Landon by hand (we all know the thing that Hope made doesn’t have a body, so Cleo must have made his torso and limps right). Or maybe we prefer wandon endgame? Wade is precious too, he’s the one that point out Landon is not himself.

16. I’m so confused by this episode Malivore. I thought Cleo trapped him inside that monster Handon defeated this episode. But if it was trapped this long? How did the pit, Clarke and Landon even exist? Did Malivore escape from it?? It must have escaped.

17. In the promo for the next episode, we’re seeing Lizzie and Hosie interaction! I’m excited! I think maybe Josie will be the one that bring Hope out of the cult’s enchantment. What will happen? Maybe they will realise something or develop something towards each other? Anything hosie that MAKE SENSE please. Oh and Hizzie friendship/banters, and Lizzie suddenly being and “angel” will be so fun to watch. Finally, the trio!

18. I know it’s irrelevant but since I mentioned Clarke, I miss Holarke. I have some shippable thoughts about Finch and Penelope too. P is the she-devil in good girl attire; F looks like a bad girl but she’s good hearted. They are both fiery, imagine what they’ll be like when they’re together, erupting volcanoes?

19. Applause to Aria’s acting skill, this is like the eleventh role he’s played in legacies? Original Landon, Hope’s (subconscious) Landon, Landon’s (subconscious) Landon, Josie’s SimuLandon, Hope’s therapy Landon, Malivore Landon, golem Landon, ptsd Landon, oni-possessed Landon, golem Landon micmicking Necromancer, Clarke-Landon. Keep up the good work!

[chat-noir-always-here]

“Hey Arnold!” and “Miraculous!” parallels

Ever have an idea for a post that you take forever to get around to because 2020 is 

actively 

trying

to kill you?!

 Welp, that’s me. I mean, uh, this is that post.

Long post is long and I don’t like cuts cuz I’ve lost a few posts in the past using them. Please filter the tag “long post” I use it for walls of text like these.

So there’s this show from my childhood called Hey Arnold! 

Having been on air before I had cable (I and my unsupervised brothers and sisters spent our childhood watching Jerry Springer and Maury because there was literally nothing else on our cheap little TV. How hilarious is that?) I didn’t really have much of an experience with Hey Arnold! aside from brief little glances at it when i visited a friends home or the rare occasion where they showed cartoons at school. By the time I got satellite, the show was no longer on the air save for some late night reruns and the Christmas special which aired in December along with other Nickelodeon Christmas episodes (THE best Christmas episode EVER btw).

Really I couldn’t remember much about it until hearing about the Jungle Movie finally getting a release date (a total flop but at least its no cliff hanger) and decided to re-watch the entire series in preparation for said movie.

By which point I had discovered another show—Miraculous. 

At first glance the two shows have absolutely nothing in common. Miraculous being a French-born mahou shoujo-esque CGI superhero TV series about a couple of middle schoolers who regularly battle a walking peppermint-frappucino-looking psychopath. Hey Arnold! being a more realistic children’s sitcom about a young football-headed boy who deals out humanitarian aid in the form of advice and simple good deeds to his neighbors, classmates and friends. 

In terms of setting, logic, and animation the two series are as different as night and day.

So imagine my pleasant surprise to discover a whole post’s worth of parallels shared between the two shows???

And here they are in no particular order:

1)Arnold’s Parents/Adrien’s mom

Prior to the start of Miraculous, Emilie Agreste disappeared under mysterious circumstances leaving her family behind. Later on it was revealed that she was in fact sleeping (dead?) in a glass coffin beneath the Agreste mansion--unbeknownst to Adrien, or anyone else in Paris save for Gabriel and Nathalie.

In a similar fashion, Arnold’s parents, Miles and Stella, also disappeared prior to the start of Hey Arnold! and like Emilie were always referred to as “missing” rather than “dead.” 

The Jungle Movie later revealed Miles and Stella weren’t dead, but like Emilie appears to be doing in her coffin, they were sleeping. Having caught a bout of sleeping sickness (apparently they do not need to be hooked up to IVs or other medical devices while in a comatose state cuz fuck logic) they simply needed their orphaned son to come and cure them with the help of the magical golden heart Helga provided him with.

Perhaps Mari holds the key to waking Emilie? That would be nice to see. 

Not the miraculous of course--but some other key.

Although personally I’m hoping for a hardcore, devastating ending like Emilie dying, Gabriel going to prison where he belongs, and Adrien leaving the country for a bit until the second Hawk Moth shows up because I just like devastating cliffhangers and angst and being in utter turmoil over fictional people. But that’s just me.

2) Their best friends are dating

Smol parallel here: Arnold’s best friend Gerald and Helga’s Best friend Phoebe wind up together in The Jungle Movie after being imprisoned together by Lasombra. Similar to how Nino and Alya ended up together after being imprisoned by Ladybug (for their protection, of course).

3) The Bag of Money Episode/ The Ladybug episode

OOh boy both of these episodes make me rage. 

Some context about the Bag of Money episode: Arnold and his friends Gerald and Sid find a random bag of money containing almost $4000. Sid is ecstatic and wants to split the money evenly between the three boys, but Arnold worries it could just be lost and convinces them to let him, Arnold, take the money to the police station. On the way he accidentally switches the bag with another one that is identical and contains a bunch of useless junk, and when he tries to explain what happened to his friends they don’t believe him because their bag of money was accidentally taken by an “old lady with pink hair and a peg leg.”

 Arnold’s a good boy and he’s telling the truth--but the truth sounds crazy, even to my ears. Sid accuses Arnold of stealing the money and spreads lies to their classmates, whom Arnold has spent the ENTIRE SERIES helping in some form or fashion. Despite everything he’s done for them though, the vast majority of the class come to believe Arnold is a thief. Even Gerald, Arnold’s closest friend, nearly believes Sid over Arnold but eventually comes to Arnold’s defense. The other kids (save for Helga who doesn’t really make an appearance this episode) gang up on Arnold, but thankfully the old lady with pink hair and a peg leg shows up with an officer and together they explain the bag of money is now at the lost and found where it will remain and if gone unclaimed will be returned to Arnold, Gerald and Sid. 

Pretty much everything is resolved and things return to normal between the kids. 

But I hate this episode. I hate this episode so, so much. Arnold has spent the entire series helping these people out in some form or fashion. Literally thats the entire show. And after everything he’s done for them they’re so. Quick. To. Turn. On. Him. 

Sound familiar???

4) Hidden Personality                   vs.          Surface Personality

 I do not refer to the cruddy “true selves” thing half the Miraculous fandom believes in. Depending on one’s individual circumstances, environment and how comfortable they are, said person’s behavior can fluctuate or even do a complete 180. This can be kinda frustrating when dealing on one’s own--”Who am I anyway? Is that me or is this me???”

It’s all you, fam.

Arnold and Helga are themselves too, no matter what metaphorical/actual mask they put on. There’s the side that everyone sees and then there’s the side almost no one sees. The hidden personality isn’t hidden due to a lack of trust, necessarily, but rather it is the result of retreating to their respective “shells”--ones which both Arnold and Helga were kinda punched, kicked, and shoved into. 

Helga’s surface personality: Class bully, puts up a tough front, constantly torments Arnold because she can’t stand him and his niceness

Helga’s hidden personality: Poetic, abused and isolated, is in love with Arnold to the point of being obsessed with him and bullies him via surface personality in order to hide that fact

Of course Adrien is no bully--his reasons for not being the “cunning, funny, ultra-charming Chat Noir” 24/7 DOES have a lot to do with his toxic household, his dad, and the overwhelming expectations which are constantly smothering him as Adrien. 

Adrien is a bug under a magnifying glass (or so he feels)

Chat Noir is a chance for a freedom.

 Adrien’s surface personality was molded by his dad.

 Helga’s is the result of her entire family. Her father is brash and loud, her mother is a confirmed alcoholic, her sister is a gifted prodigy, well-rounded and spends most of the series at university or elsewhere. Although her sister, Olga, has been shown to genuinely care for Helga, Olga is kinda the reason their parents neglect Helga. With their first daughter being the genius and prodigy she is, Helga’s parents poured all of their pride and affection and parental devotion onto her. Meanwhile Helga had to walk to pre-school alone. At four years old. In the rain. Not for the last time. 

Which leads me to the next parallel.

5) Umbrella in the Rain

squeals in delight over this parallel<3<3<3

If you’ve never seen Hey Arnold! do yourselves a favor and watch this short little clip over how Helga and Arnold first met. If you have seen it, watch it anyway because it is the most adorable clip in the entire show.

Dr. Bliss: “So nobody’s ever noticed you?”

Helga: “...There was someone.”

The soft way Helga confesses that--you can actually hear how grateful she is to have such a tender memory from such a painful time. 

 In a similar manner, Adrien offered his umbrella to Marinette. Of course Adrien did it because Mari had to walk home in the rain and Arnold did it as a simple gesture of kindness (seeing as they were already at the school)--one of the many kind acts he displays throughout the series. 

 But just like Adrien needed unconditional love coming from somewhere, so did Helga. They were both denied this one common necessity which everyone else around them had. It’s not a lot to ask for, and they should’ve already had it coming from their families--but they didn’t.

 And then, one rainy day, there it was--the unconditional love they needed.

6) Clinginess

What happens when you take someone, specifically a love-starved abused child from an unstable home environment--deprived of the one thing most crucial to their mental well-being--and miraculously provide them with that very necessity? 

Clinginess. 

I can’t really think of the correct word to describe this. “Clinginess” is pretty close to what I’m trying to describe, if not on point, so let’s go with that. 

 What I mean is Helga and Adrien both need Arnold and Ladybug respectively. That’s not a bad thing--it’s okay to need somebody else. What’s bad is hinging your entire being on this one connection. For if either kiddo were to be left behind they wouldn’t handle it very well.

 It can’t really be helped with either Helga or Adrien. They didn’t really have the option to learn certain things and went deprived of unconditional love for such a long time. They’re kids--nine and fourteen/fifteen respectively. They’re not perfect and they’re traumatized for life. Being denied love from your family--the very people designed to love you--would do that to a person. Naturally they would cling to the first people to show up and provide them with the love they needed. 

 The Hey Arnold! wiki says this about Helga and Arnold’s relationship

Due to her unstable family upbringing where both her mother and father constantly neglect [Helga] and shower all of their attention onto Olga, leaving her deprived of the love and attention she needed growing up. On her way to preschool, Arnold helped her by keeping the rain off her with an umbrella and even complimented her on her hairbow. He even later gave her crackers during their snack time. Arnold's kindness and being the first person to notice her quickly caused Helga to transfer all of her love and attention to Arnold.

Of course Adrien’s tunnel vision isn’t quite as bad as Helga’s.

 He treats his friends better.

 He does love his father--

Even though his father is THE. 

WORST.

 PARENT.

 EVER!!!

--because he’s Adrien and he’s just too precious a cinnamon roll and that’s still his dad even if the man does belong behind bars.

7) Unhealthy Obsession

I--

I...

Ugh. I am not going to delve too far into this. You’re just going to have to take my word for it. Helga’s creepy stalker behavior is a thousand times worse than Marinette’s. That pic up there of Helga hiding out in Arnold’s room watching him is pretty decent evidence to back up my argument, but it’s hardly the only example or even the worst incident.

 Honestly I’m amazed at what Nicktoons were able to get away with in the late nineties/early 2000s. 

But yes, Helga’s obsession with Arnold is rather unhealthy in the most extreme moments leading her to display behavior which is more often than not disturbing and concerning. 

The Hey Arnold! wiki has this to say about Helga’s obsession with Arnold

Helga is possessive of her love for Arnold and thinks non-stop about him to the point of obsession. This is evidenced throughout the series by the many shrines and poems she makes of Arnold and of her frequent dramatic soliloquies about her love for Arnold.

Again--Mari isn’t as bad as all that. She’s a sweet girl with many healthy relationships in her life. She has ambition, creativity, and drive. But yeah she can be rather possessive of Adrien too, and that needs to stop. Like right now. Adrien doesn’t need another girl being possessive of him and thinking he’s perfect--he needs someone who acknowledges him as a flawed person and loves him despite that. 

As for Helga and Arnold--show creator Craig Bartlett confirmed they are “made for each other” and wind up married with three kids, so I’m guessing Helga grew out of some of these bad habits? Or at least I hope so...

8) Helper/Humanitarian tendencies

As mentioned before, the plot of Hey Arnold! is more or less about Arnold helping people. As stated by Gerald in The Jungle Movie, “He’s a humanitarian! Like his parents!” Of course not every episode is about Arnold helping people. There are episodes devoted to supporting characters and they’re just as enjoyable and satisfying. 

 But as he is the titular character he spends a lot of time in the spotlight. 

Remember that “best christmas special EVER” episode I mentioned before?

 The reason it’s the best special, in my less than humble opinion, is due to a few things.

 The special is not about Santa Claws. In fact, I don’t think he’s even mentioned, let alone shown and treated like an actual living character.

The focus on the entire episode is again on Arnold helping someone, but he doesn’t succeed. Not really.

The one who succeeded in helping someone was Helga, who accomplished the goal Arnold had set out to do. 

The episode deals with some rather dark subject matter and is actually quite heartwarming as the “perfect present” Arnold was trying to provide someone with wasn’t something you can buy in the store

It’s also one of the episodes where Helga’s love for Arnold leaves her to do good and as her love for him is a secret, she expects nothing in return. She’s just happy to help him.

 Kinda similar to Mari who is, as Adrien puts it in Mayura, “Our every day Ladybug.” Her kindness and devotion to helping others is what drives her as Ladybug and Marinette. It’s what brought Ivan and Mylene together. Is the reason Nathaniel and Mark now have a comic book together. And at the end of the day, that’s the reason for her strange behavior around Adrien--she wants to help him. Even if it’s just as a “good friend.” 

9) There are two main characters

Although Hey Arnold! is technically a show about Arnold, one could argue it is just as much Helga’s story. 

Similarly, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir is named thusly in order to convey the fact that Adrien is just as much a main character as Marinette is. 

Although I must say Hey Arnold! did a much better job of giving it’s co-character their dues. GIVE. ME. MORE. CHAT NOIR. FOCUSED. EPISODES. DAMMIT.

But, yes, in terms of screen time, Helga gets about as much as Arnold does. Her story and struggles were given just as much importance as Arnold’s and many people have even come to believe that the show is really about Helga. I’d say its about both of them.

10) Constantly bumping into each other

Granted this happens between Arnold and Helga more often than it does to the love square dorks. 

 But yes the two people meant to be together keep knocking into each other in their respective universes. 

 I forget who, but I remember reading that someone a while back theorized that this was the universe’s way of trying to push Arnold and Helga together. Kinda like the “Now kiss!” meme

Perhaps it’s the same for Adrien and Marinette? 

;)

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

from an anon, about parents and school

(it's just long, that's why it's under a break XD)

here's my proposition: make parents understand that not every child should conform to whatever traditional career paths that exist. as an asian, i could feel the pressure to take science like a fucking boulder on my body. i have to rant a bit.

i am the younger sibling, my brother is two years elder to me. i was never instilled any curiosity in anything science related, i was kinda left all by myself lol. my brother tho, maybe because he was older or because he was a guy (yeah LMFAO), was encouraged AND involved in a LOT of coding, mechanix (its a construct-ur-own-stuff thing).

i guess i never really noticed until i was leaving middle school, that i was not as smart as him, and would probably never be. but i had other strengths he didnt have. i love writing, im pretty good at it. i am analytical and subejctive, i like thinking and making conclusions about things. i mean i guess i've figured out what i could be better at, right? but the problem?

its that my parents dont see it. its as if they dont know me or they DO know me and are just forcing the things they need onto me. it feels selfish of them to completely forgo my actual strengths. like YES OK i UNDERSTAND i can never be as smart as my brother, but u dont have to pretend like i can. because pretending that i can achieve whatever he has, is just going to affect YOU. because i have accepted long ago that some things arent for me.

they think i dont want to put effort into anything i do. that im lazy and want the easy way out. god, every time they say this i want to honestly show them that its the things IM interested in, where i put in the work. its so belittling.

ive written articles abt bts, their music, about how carl jungs theory of archetypes and i occasionally ask a lot of questions about the world to you (hi lol). i just dont get why they want me to waste energy on something im clearly uninterested in.

short answer, point to BTS and say, "They're Asian, they make tons of money. Leave me alone."

just kidding XD

If I'm being serious, I don't think they will change their mind. They will continue to force their ideals onto you, because they believe in certain career paths had assured success and that is what they are after. They either want you to make a certain amount of money, have a certain status in life, or simply know that you can obtain a stable job. To be honest, these are not really traditional career paths at all if you think about it. Becoming a doctor takes many, many years and it is hard ass work. Parents just make it seem as if these are the only jobs available to you, even if you know it's not true.

Men vs women in Asian countries, well, I feel everyone knows this, but many Asian parents born in their respective countries put more effort into their sons than daughters. Firstborn son? He probably walks on water to them XD

I understand what you mean when you say your parents do not understand. This might sound egotistical (it does now that I'm writing it, I am very sorry) but I was the one in my family who got the best grades. None of my siblings got better grades than me (basically I had a 4.0 from middle school to university), and do you think with all that I would be immune?

Nope.

I am good at the sciences and I am good at the humanities as well. I had an interest in reading, writing, and drawing. Reading fiction, I could pass it off to educate myself. Writing? I could pass it off as something for school. But drawing?

Woo, boy.

This was a constant fight. I do not back down (a rebel, wcyd) and I drew and it would get ripped apart. I drew and it would get torn up and thrown away. I drew and and would be beaten, yelled at, constantly belittled for my interest in it even though I was good at the sciences and math. To my mom (my dad doesn't count, he had zero interest in parenting) - if she did not think it was going to make money in the future, it was useless. If I could not spin it into profit, I should not be doing it (very fun childhood I had, yes). The most ironic thing is, after I became an adult, she suggested I start drawing again and sell it to make money.

Hello?

You literally forced me to stop drawing because you constantly connected it with negativity???

(not now, I have since stopped talking to her and started drawing again and it is purely for myself, not to show anyone else, I do not even post it on social media or show anyone irl)

Not saying your parents will act like mine, btw, only sharing my experience.

The idea that you'll never be as smart as your brother? That's bullshit lol. That's like saying intelligence is only valuable if it's science or math, which, as you know, is not true. You are you. He is himself. It is not you cannot do those things. It is that those things are not what you want to focus on. You have a limited amount of time in this life and you have chosen the things you want to delve into and explore.

You don't have to be good at everything. Everything is just not good enough for you.

I am of the mindset that you should try and learn everything you can about this world. I love learning, personally. I think knowing everything I know, from the humanities to the sciences, enriches my life and gives me a broader perspective.

But I totally understand how you feel, because being pushed into something makes you end up hating it. Parents push their kids to learn this or that and kids end up resenting schoolwork because it doesn't feel like something they wanna do anymore. It's just adults yapping in their ears and it feels pointless. Grades aren't everything. You think anyone cares that I aced Physics with Calculus I and II as an adult? LMAO, no one gives a shit. You passed, good enough XD

Here's how I think you should treat school. It's not the content that matters. It's you understanding how you learn each subject. Every subject is different and how you learn them is different. It is not because you are bad at the subject, it is because you haven't figured out the best learning style for you. Teachers have to teach a mass of students and, yes, I understand this seems very tedious to have to "teach yourself".

The skill in learning to learn becomes so, so valuable as an adult. It is how you maintain interest in things, how you develop new interests, and how will come to find meaning (in whatever you want to focus on finding meaning for). I'm not saying that you will be able to find your perfect learning style in every subject, but I am encouraging you to simply see it in that light.

And, you might find certain things to be not that important to you, in which case, just pass the class, it's totally fine if it's not going to help you for the career path you're going for XD Nobody asks me about the themes of William Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" (tbh, a pair of overdramatic loons) or how I feel about Sigmund Freud (actually a twat, but that's neither here nor there).

Let them talk. That one that walks your path is you. Focus on what you want to focus on. They are set in their ways and they way to show them there are different paths is to walk them.

[tellywoodtrash]

naagin5 08.11.20 lb

on popular demand! won���t be capping much unless the scene really needs a visual cue, so just stream of consciousness kinda bs.

IF I HAD A RUPEE FOR EVERYTIME THIS USELESS BITCH TALKED ABOUT BEING AN AAAAADI NAAGIN AND THEN DOING NOTHING TO ACT LIKE IT, THEN I’D BE AN AMBANI. AT LEAST ANIL.

same, jai. same.

naagvansh ki raksha my ass. she let so many snakes get blown up in yest’s ep. fucking dumbass. 

“hum jaante hain ki hum kya kar rahein hain!” lmaooooo really? coulda fooled me. y’all literally fucking up every single thing you touch. name one thing that’s gone right in the last 25 episodes for you.

cheelanshu needs to take bani to his therapist. she seems to have inherited anger issues from previous tv husband.

BITCH SAY YOU’RE AADI NAAGIN ONE MORE TIME I DARE YOU

oh ho husband has been exempt from sazaa. not at all a biased decision.

lmaoooooooooooooo jai having a tantrum always makes me lol.

andar daddyjiiiiiiii also throwing tantrum about betaji’s pati dharam stand.

I LOVE HOW NO ONE, INCLUDING VEER HIMSELF, GIVES ONE FUCK ABOUT HIS STAB WOUND TO THE HEART. DO CHEELS NOT HAVE THEIR HEARTS IN THE USUAL PLACE OR WHAT???????

here i change fictional tv boyfriends on a weekly basis and this dude sticking with the same chick from satyug onwards. hardcore salaam to this dude’s relationship counselor. excellent work being done with him.

lmao the dad is thissssssssss 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 close to chonch maar-ing his dumbass lovesick son.

"bass uss aadi naag ko marr jaaana chahiye, jab dekho phiss phiss karke beech mein aa jaata hai. phateechar, dharti ka bhoj. ek baat bataiye, satyug mein bhi yeh itna irritating tha???”  snorttttttttt. the exasperation with jai’s existence is reallllllllllllllll.

dad’s like BRO HE’S NOT THE ONE YOU HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT

veer so fucking lattooooo for his wife that he’s calling her AADI SHAKTI and all. beta thoda too much ho gaya.

lmao dad’s like TU IS SHAKTI KA SHIV NAHI HAI, AUR BANNE KI KOSHISH BHI MAT KARNA.

lol every time bani calls him daddyyyyyjiiiiiii, this dude’s lifespan reduces by 4 years.

"sweetheart, dekho tumhare wajah se mujhe itni daant pad rahi hai! pehle bol deti ki aadi naagin ho, main dad ko pata leta!” adslkfjldskjflsdkjfdf this fuckerrrrrrrrrrrr

dang veer baba offering daddy a damn good reason for keeping bani around here.

PONKY AUR MAYURI KI SHAADI OH LORD THE BRIDE IS DEAD

BTW I’M HELLA PISSED ABOUT THAT, I LIKED MAYURI AS A CHARACTER, SHE WAS FUN TO WATCH. certainly more so than stupid bani.

shukar he at least winced at the stab wound. main sochi wolverine style heal bhi ho gaya ab tak.

ohhhhh dangggggg ponky knows ki bhaabi is khatarnaak cheeeez and has to do with mayuri’s sudden disappearance.

lolllllllllllll veer’s halka halka call for mayuri just for formality’s sake.

oh boy we have a zombie morni on our hands????? (now there’s a show i’d watch!)

this is someone else (prolly jai) as mayuri right? he has practice being her.

simping for wife seems to be in the cheel blood. ponky is very distraught mayuri is leaving.

oooooooh daddyji knows it might be jai.

THIS IS YOUR BIG TEST??????? KNOWING WHO HER BEST FRIEND IS?????

hahahahahahahahahahahaha veer doing the “kat gayaa” gesture in the bg as ponky gets hung up on.

OMFG JAI BORIYA BISTAR UTHAAKE CHALA AAYA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA VEER’S FACEEEEEE

maaan na maan, aadi naag mehmaan.

“OH BIN MAANGE MILNE WAALE DAHEJ” BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

lmaooooooooooooooooo this is gonna be hella fun, these two idiots living under the same roof.

ASLKJDSALKJDLSAKJDLASKJ THE DAD LIKE MERA GHAR HAI KOI MUJHSE BHI TOH POOCHO KI IF I WANT THESE FUCKING SNAKES HERE?!?!?!?!  lmaooooooo i really feel bad for him. he didn’t want one snake in the house and now in a matter of minutes he’s got two!!!

cheel daddy pursing his lips in frustration when bani is giving her thakela lecture is The Biggest Mood

do minute pehle she was like this shaadi was your manmaani, now she’s telling that tumse shaadi karna meri khud ki marzi thi. nahi behen, decide karlo tum, ki kis side pe ho. yeh nahi trump supporters ki taraah stop the count bhi chila rahi ho aur count all votes bhi.

ofc this kinky fucker would get turned on by her revenge threats.

ok i’m bored with this scene now and fwding.

blah blah bani asking how jai knew mayuri’s best friend him hmmm hawwing blah blah dc fwding.

BANI YOU DUMBASS INSTEAD OF FIGHTING WITH VEER THINK OF HOW JAI KNEW THAT WAS MAYURI’S ROOM GOD SHE’S LITERALLY SO STUPID SHE MAKES RIDDHIMA LOOK LIKE A MENSA CANDIDATE

lol jai and veer’s stupid pissing contest finally got to bani and she walked off

“dhaabe waale!!!!”

“AADI NAAG HOON MAIN! IZZAT SE BAAT KAR!”

“kshama karna chaepppp ji!” aslkdjaslkdjaslkdjas

“main bani se bohut pyaar karta hoon, chaahe woh naagin ho ya baaghi.”  huh. is veer considered a furry (even tho bani has scales not fur) coz he’s into a whole other species?????????

lmao all the different cheel boys and their reactions at cheel daddy’s MY HOUSE IS FILLED WITH MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES meltdown. tapish (my fave) like yiiiiiiiiiiikes, daksh is pouring himself a drink, ponky is sitting in a corner sadly kissing his ring, while monil is ragging on him.

cheel daddy bringing in the big guns: MARKAAAAAAAAT

interesting how they’re all referring to markaat as male when yest it was a female voice. we love a gender ambiguous shadow demon!

ouffff i don’t really care about this basement lady.

don’t care about bani’s 8th i ammmmm aadi naagin speech of the hour either. 

ohohohohohoh power of mangalsutra scene bhi ghusa diya beech mein.

i’d say it’s huge progress that she’s stopped wanting to murder veer. honestly proud of you, sis.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand she’s back on not trusting him. god she’s just sooooooo fucking irritating.

THIS IS HER PRIORITY RN????????? TO FIND OUT WHAT’S BEHIND THIS TEHKHANA DOOR???? DUDE. YOU JUST HAD A LONGASS DAY FILLED WITH MULTIPLE MURDER ATTEMPTS. CAN YOU JUST GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP????

sasur bahu faceoffffffffffff. chalo kuch toh novelty.

blah blah blah she’s too nosy for her own damn good, fwding.

24TH I AM AADI NAAGIN SPEECH OF THE DAY DUDE PLS JUST STOPPPPPPPPPPPPP

oufffffffffffffffffffffff these two idiots fighting over her like she’s an objecttttttttt. WHERE’S YOUR I AM AADI NAAGIN HEAR ME ROAR HISSSSSSSS POWER NOW, B????????

lmaooooooooooooo chaepu champakkkkkkk

“toh aur kya bulaaaon, chaeppu champak chomu???? woh kya hai, jo log baar baar haarte haina, unhe JAIIIIIIIIIII naam se nahi bula sakte!” lmaooooooooooo

THESE TWO FUCKING IDIOTSSSSSSSSSSS

lol this is the only time i have related to bani’s character, ever.

omg just make this the whole showwwwww. these two dumbasses trading playground insults. there’s a show i’d watch fucking everyyyyyy dayyyyyyyyy.

lmao cheel naagin households mein bhi navratre mein non-veg waale issues. universal problem this is, no matter what species.

daksh trying to taunt naagin bhaabi who has a knife in her hand. not the smartest move.

i love how tapish looks like he’s barely trying to keep from laughing. i like him. i hope his character doesn’t become OTT evil. i’d like to see him have a brotp with bani.

lol baby cheels got scared away with bhaabi’s snake eyes.

lmao, jai is here. now it’s gonna be a good morninggggg.

“shakkar lene jaa rahi hoon. KOI MERE PEECHE NAHI AAYEGA!” lololololololol

“baith jaa! juice pass kar!”

“abbe chaepu champak, tera juice bana doonga!” pfffffffffffffft

ohhhhhhhhh boyyyyyy, ponkyyyy and monil were the ones who raped and killed noor.

i was sad when i saw the promo this week had monil being killed coz he was the smiliest himbo and i liked him, but yeah, idc if bani kills him now. fuck them being “babies”. kill them rapey cheels!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHY IS THIS SHUKLA SO DEFERENTIAL TO JAI???????? IDGI. like shakura, jai had some magic key or some shit, but why are mayuri and shukla soooooooo obedient????

anyway veer need to catch themmmmm alreadyyyy and fuck them up.

oh hi meera. looking hot.

meera isn’t meera, it’s bani.

TIME’S UP, MONIL!!!!!!!!!!!! ROT IN HELL, FUCKER.

oh god jai’s saying “interesting!” aage “veryyyyyyyyyyy interesting!” bhi bol deta toh screen ke andar ghus ke maarti main usse.

tharak gonna be the death of you monil.

why did she turn back into her bani form??? don’t the cheels have some power to see the last image in a dead person’s eyes or some shit? veer used it to find out jai was alive. why wouldn’t they do that thing when it’s one of their own that’s killed????/

CAN’T SAY I’M NOT ENJOYING BANI DROWNING A RAPIST. GO AADI NAAGIN, YESSSSSS BITCH, KILL HIM.

jaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i swear to god you’re suchhhhhhh a naarad muniiii, ainvayi mein chugli kar ke uksaata hai. you’re a snake in a whole other way.

why did she have to turn into snake to dasssofy him? she dassofied mayuri in her human form???? nothing in this show makes sense to me.

basement aunty stomping away to god’s glory and distracting frmo important rapist murdering tasks here.

today in naagin5 and immj2 are companion pieces:

colors pe har show mein sink ke neeche koi qaid hai kya/??? someone tell me what’s the status in choti sardaarni and pinjra. oh my god is it happening in big boss too???? is some poor D list celeb stuck under the wash basin plumbing in hopes of winning obscene amounts of money????????

monil trying to leverage saying i’ll take you wherever the sound’s coming from, and lmao bani’s like bitch i know the way too. shut up and lie here till i come back to kill your ass.

cheeeeee, why she decide to go through the dirtyass pipesssss???

and yet again, the pipe of the sink has just opened into one random space in the basement. THIS IS NOT HOW MODERN PLUMBING WORKS YOU FUCKSSSSSSSS

why is she so shocked to discover someone captured here? who did she think was crying and making the noises to be let out? someone who’s in there WILLINGLY???????? god. dung for brains, honestly.

phew ok this took too fucking long don’t expect me to do this ever again. night night.