#heartbreak coverup

[partiallypearl]

ITS JUST ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT THEY HAPPEN ALL THE TIME NOW THAT YOURE NOT AROUNDDDDD

[sifanjewel]

Here’s my analysis of skekGra’s story from the comic so far;

If you haven’t read it for yourself yet and don’t want spoilers, don’t read this just yet!

First, let’s talk about the twins, more specifically why them being twins is so important here.

This is a subplot sourced directly from JM Lee’s books: the Skeksis want to sever their connection to the Mystics for good, in fact they want to get rid of the Mystics without destroying themselves in the process.

The Skeksis view themselves and the Mystics as technically twins; they are “identical but distinct” as skekGra puts it. skekTek wants a pair of Gelfling twins to experiment on to find a solution to their problem.

This doesn’t really make sense because the connection between Gelfling twins could not be more different from that between the Skeksis and Mystics. I guess they’re trying to determine if there’s a spiritual connection between Gelfling twins similar to theirs? But that’s a discussion for another time.

Este and Vera as identical twins are perfect candidates. skekGra uses his closeness to their mother to bring them in as his personal guard, its the perfect coverup for the real reason they’re being brought to the Castle.

Now let’s look at skekGra and what exactly leads him to have such a close friendship with the twins when he initially hired them for nefarious reasons.

Before I read the comic, I was expecting skekGra to be this absolutely feral, uncontrollable warlord who went about slaughtering everything in sight to establish Skeksis control over Thra.

Control is part of it, but only as a means of neutralizing the threats that come about on Thra, the Arathim for example. When skekTek refers to him as an exterminator, skekGra tells him that conquest isn’t about extermination, then he reaches up to one of skekTek’s cages while saying that the “animals everywhere to be seen” that skekTek mentions can “think and feel and reason”. skekGra appears to have limits to his conquests, because he sees value in the lives of Thra’s creatures that the other Skeksis can’t.

I didn’t think skekGra had any empathy at this time in his life before he had the vision, but seeing the way he talks about the animals in skekTek’s lab and how he treats the twins as he spends more time with them, it’s pretty clear that he had always been somewhat different from the others.

His friendship with Este and Vera is so genuine, he’s learning from them just as much as they’re learning from him, and they’re having so much fun, and that makes his reaction to skekTek harming them so incredibly heartbreaking.

And it makes sense now why he and the Wanderer want to help the Gelfling so badly in Age of Resistance; it’s not just about them wanting to become one again, they genuinely care for the Gelfling. He has the chance to save them now when he couldn’t before.

But what exactly is going to happen in the next parts of the story, after the Scientist has killed Vera and injured the Conqueror so horrifically?

My theory is that, for one, Este is not leaving that Castle alive now that she’s witnessed the true nature of the Skeksis first hand in the worst way possible. Something is definitely going to happen to her.

Secondly, skekTek and skekGra are going to be put on trial before the Emperor. skekTek caused the most physical harm in the fight, but skekGra is most definitely going to be the one punished, not for brutally attacking one of his kind (the Skeksis fight each other all the time so let’s be real that’s not going to matter), but for interfering with the Scientist’s very important research.

The Emperor is most likely pressuring the Scientist to conduct this this research into getting rid of the Mystics and get it done ASAP, so skekGra delaying the process is not ideal. He already kept the twins away from skekTek for a year, and now this.

skekGra is then going to call everyone out on their heartlessness and bullshit philosophies, more specifically the Emperor, and this could get particularly nasty if something has already happened to Este. For his defiance and blasphemy, he will be stripped of the title “Conqueror”, labeled “Heretic”, and banished from the Castle forever.

Finally, in a state of shock and grief after everything that’s occurred, skekGra will blindly roam across Thra until at some point he ends up in the Crystal Desert where he consumes urdrupe berries out of extreme hunger, and has his vision about the future of Thra and the Skeksis & Mystics needing to become one again.

When he recovers, he will find himself face-to-face with a Mystic, bearing the same exact head injury, and having seen the same exact vision. urGoh the Wanderer. His twin.

I could definitely be completely off because this first part was not something I expected AT ALL, but I can’t wait to see the rest of this story unfold!

[gerardwayissexah]

WIP Wednesday - NejiTen Tattoo Shop AU

I'm procrastinating on something I need to do, so here's a short excerpt from one of my WIPs. Even though I'm open about generally disliking alternate setting AUs, I've written about 17k words of a modern AU fic inspired by some fanart I saw last year. To be human is to be a hypocrite, so sue me. :)

In what I have so far, Tenten is a tattoo artist/ninja weapons and gun enthusiast. Neji comes into her shop one day wanting a tattoo to cover up his mark - which she later finds out is a magical seal placed by his uncle. Intrigued and a little infatuated, Tenten gets sucked further into his orbit...and I'm still working on the rest. Here's a little preview! Let me know what you think, and please share if you enjoyed the excerpt.

“What brings you in today?” “I...you do tattoo cover ups, don’t you?” he said, his mellow voice airy with a slight nasal quality. “Uh, we do. Usually it’s cheaper than getting them removed.” Tenten lifted the corners of her lips in a smile, eyes upturned so she could meet the customer’s shifting gaze. Not even a hello, huh, she thought. Often customers who wanted their regrettable tattoos covered up came in on the heels of a recent breakup, when they found that their commitments in fact had been outlasted by their ink. Sometimes they showed up with a contrite expression on their faces, because she’d been the one who inked them in the first place. Tenten never commented aloud on their regrettable situation or probed, as was expected of good customer service. “That’s also what I’ve heard,” he answered. His jaw locked before he continued speaking. “Removal...also isn’t an option in my case. It’s not that I can’t afford it.”

She hummed, giving a single deliberate nod in acknowledgment. She didn’t want to pry on why it wasn’t an option for one who apparently had no shortage of resources at his disposal. The nagging interest at the back of her mind refused to leave, despite her repeated urgings to herself to forget them. The customer stepped forward to set a hand on her counter, then turned his head all around to survey the shop for anyone else around. Tenten wanted to tell him that he’d chosen a perfect time to visit, at the slowest hours of the week when only she held down the fort and the shop’s managers and other artists were absent. Maybe he’d even done his market research before coming, and intended to keep his request a secret from all whom it wasn’t absolutely necessary to involve.

Tenten pursed her lips and splayed her hands out in a shrug, to signal that there was little she could do at the moment. The first order of business when it came to covering up a tattoo was assessing what she had to work with. Some designs were easier to rehabilitate than others. Names of past lovers could be transformed into a patchwork of flowers, vines and thorns. Abstract geometric patterns if the customer favored designs of a less feminine bent. The sweeping curves and lines of a past lover’s name could be incorporated into the petal of a rose nested in a corona of thorns, or the arc of a Celtic knot. Turning heartbreak into beauty was among Tenten’s favorite challenges as an artist, one of the rare occasions where she had maximal discretion to exercise her creative mind. Other failed tattoos needed a coverup altogether, and the process of inking over entire patches or swaths of skin was often a painful one.

“Alright, that’s great to know,” Tenten said with a hint of sarcasm matching her dry smile. “Before I can do anything, I need to see what I’m working with. Won’t judge, promise. I’ve seen worse, guaranteed.”

The customer’s face turned even whiter, overprinting the few hints of color on his already pale skin. Tenten saw in his pallor the stark white of a fish belly, or a sheet of fresh printer paper. She knit her brows between her eyes while his lips parted, then he swept the tip of his tongue over his chapped bottom lip. Watching his struggle, she wished she could point to a line of other customers and tell him that she didn’t have all day to wait. Unfortunately for Tenten, the empty shop left her nobody else to draw her attention away, and she had hours left in the day before her shift ended. She weighed concocting some bogus task – restocking the back of house, sanitizing equipment – to break the heaviness in the air. But instead, she returned to her sketchbook and doodled a radial design of sweeping curls and intricate shading. It might make a nice tattoo to place on her shoulder blade or upper thigh, one of the few places where ink didn’t already cover her.

“If it’s an ass tattoo of your ex’s name in a pentagram, trust me, I’ve seen that.”

A breathy laugh met her joke. The idea of the uptight young man before her unveiling an ass tattoo brought a lopsided smirk to Tenten’s face. She hadn’t meant to make him laugh – the outburst of impatience was ill-advised, even when the tenor of her work environment was more on the casual side. Tenten’s supervisor would have rebuked her with a sharp word had he heard her mocking a customer, especially one who gave the impression that he didn’t take such offenses lightly.

“No, no. Nothing like that. I would never get an...ass tattoo of my own volition.”

“Most people with ass tattoos wouldn’t,” Tenten laughed. “Usually they’re under the influence of one thing or another. Not that I imagine a proper gentleman like yourself ever putting yourself in that position. And...what’s your name, by the way?”

[forgotten-elves]

Generations 1 & 2 of the Space Legacy Challenge (@simsandstrawberries)

Gen 1: Nova Mercury [x]

A restless alien who immigrated to Earth to experience all this strange planet had to offer. She tried every career and skill that peaked her interest, and embraced an adrenaline-junkie lifestyle that eventually lead her to the peak of Mt. Komorebi.

Gen 2: Perelandra Venus [x]

An alien raised on Earth is bound to have a life full of contradictions. Her parents simultaneously embraced the nurturing roles of a nuclear family, while using memory erasure to deal with minor disputes. Sixam abductions were an inescapable reality, and she knows they'll haunt her entire life.

Despite teenage heartbreak (and learning how to wrap guys around her finger), Perelandra's ambition has outshined everything else. Graduated early, dove headfirst into university, she's landed her first job at a legal firm in the isolated town of Strangerville. Only, she's realizing that her hiring had less to do with her credentials, and more to do with her heritage. An alien would be more trusted to keep certain alien-related coverups a secret, right?

Wrong. Perelandra is fueled by spite (and a geeky, good-hearted rancher might help her learn some compassion for humankind).

(I know technically the Strangerville mystery was listed as optional for the Mars generation, but I have different, Batuu-related plans for that space-faring gen.)

[ybcpatrick]

cannot fucking BELIEVE some of the canadian radio hits the rest of the world lowkey missed out on. like wdym you've never heard heartbreak coverup by jesse labelle? ghost by fefe dobson? this is what it feels like by armin van buuren feat. trevor guthrie? kiss goodnight by tyler shaw? break my heart by victoria duffield? hit me up by danny fernandes feat. josh ramsay and belly? goodbye by glenn morrison? inner ninja by classified? literally anything at all by marianas trench?

[trinity-ars281]

Project Title: Cover-Up

Project Description:

Building on my previous assignment, "Pose," my new project, "Cover-Up," aims to delve deeper into the hidden struggles of college students. This project will feature five different magazine covers, each showcasing a college student posing confidently in the center. However, their smiles will mask their internal worries, reflecting the duality between their external demeanor and internal struggles. Many college students and young adults face significant issues that often go unspoken. We are frequently told to “be happy” and “you are young, you’ll figure it out” but this isn't always the reality of our feelings. This project will explore themes of financial stability, love, time management, mental health, and graduation—all major and pivotal moments for college students. By addressing these themes, "Cover-Up" seeks to shed light on the universal yet often hidden anxieties that plague young adults.

Inspired by Annie Leibovitz’s imaginative work, especially her vibrant commercial shoots for Vogue, I plan to emulate her use of color to evoke emotions and feelings. Leibovitz's ability to capture the essence of her subjects through vivid imagery will serve as a guiding influence for my project. Each cover will use pops of color and blends to convey the underlying emotions of the subjects, creating a visually compelling narrative that speaks to the complexity of their experiences.

Technically, each theme will feature a smiling student in the center, with watermarked images and icons in the background to visually represent their internal emotions. For instance, the cover dealing with financial stability will include faint images of bills, student loans, and job applications. The theme of love will feature symbols of heartbreak or relationship struggles, while time management/running out of time will showcase clocks and deadlines. Mental health will be represented with imagery related to stress, anxiety, and self-care, and the graduation theme will include caps, gowns, and uncertain futures. To achieve this I will be using Photoshop. 

The goal of "Cover-Up" is to create a commentary on the importance of acknowledging and expressing true feelings.  I hope to emphasize that while external appearances often suggest happiness and confidence, there is a critical need to address and manage the underlying emotions to promote genuine well-being and mental health. Additionally, young adults and college students should not be afraid to address that. 

Outcomes:

Five images of five students 

Designed Magazine coves (“Coverup Magazine)

The small blurbs will also convey students' inner thoughts

Settings: Predominately nature, Stony Brook campus

Methods & Materials 

I will use Photoshop to create the magazine templates 

Photoshop will also  be used to add symbols for each thing

References: Annie Leibovitz

[crescentmoonhotel]

starting to realize that me going "oh, im not going to bring it up and im going to hide that im into this thing because my friend doesnt like it, its just common sense" is actually just a bit of a coverup for me being just afraid to share interests, to share things, with my bestie in general, which is kind of heartbreaking to me since we have been like inseparable for 6 years

[allielee]

𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔

oil stains on concrete. a dirty wrench. careful calculations on grid paper. nike sneakers and small shorts. sports bras and baggy sweatpants. waterproof mascara.

𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕤

Full Name: Allison Laramie Lee

Nickname(s): Allie, Aliwoo

Age: Thirty-Two

Birthday: September 8th

Hometown: Abilene, Texas

Length of Time in town: a few months

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Mechanical Engineer, restores and sells antique cars

Accent: generic American accent

𝕓𝕚𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕪 

tw abuse, abortion, car accident, sibling death

She was the reason her parents fought. That was the impression that she had been born with, the first child of two virtual strangers who decided to stay together for her. That was always clear. The implicit: you better be worth it, never said but always resting over her shoulders.

So she tried to be. Smart, a perfectionist, she tried to wow her parents with her brains and grades, and when that didn't work, she tacked on extracurriculars. She wanted to show them she wasn't a mistake, that she was worth their fights, not the cause of them. It wasn't enough, they split, and it just seemed to get worse.

Dancing started off small, a few classes here and there, but it paired perfectly with her honor roll grades, her perfect image. Allie thought that if she tried hard enough, she could win her mother back over. All so curated, all so perfect. She was dabbing coverup on her sister's bruises and whispering to keep quiet, swallow the poison, never let anyone see, because if they did, well, then that whisper would be right. She was the cause of it all.

When it was time for college, she was accepted into one that was out of state, for a good reason. She had a dancing and cheering scholarship that was a coveted full ride, and her grades helped with that. She needed to shed her skin. She needed to be able to look in the mirror and not see the cracks like porcelain just under the surface.

She was a good girl, but she soon found out that her picker was something of broken. It was always this dude, with his anger issues — a reflection of their mother, who put her hands on people, and the men were the same — or that dude — a reflection of her father, absent, leaving her to chase after them. A cycle of heartbreak and self esteem issues.

When there was a missed period and a pink positive sign, Allie was terrified. She was 19. She was no older than her mother was, and the childhood she had flashed before her eyes, and she knew it would've been better to not have the kid than to repeat that cycle, so she called the only person she knew who would help her: her sister Olivia.

After the spring semester, which she managed to finish without too much fanfare, she headed home for a break. The decision was made. She was going to have an abortion and quietly forget anything happened. It was done, and that was that, and in the two weeks between spring semester ending and summer starting, she had already arranged to attend Stanford in California for a summer semester and then she could fully transfer to Stanford for the rest of her career.

When she was 22, she graduated from Stanford with a degree in Mechanical Engineering. She moved back to Dallas and took a job at a firm. She was still dancing, and on a whim she decided to audition for the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. It wasn't a surprise that she was hired, she had worked hard for the position.

She went on to cheer for three seasons before a scandal broke out. Allie had been one of the cheerleaders that had caught one of the executives of taking photos of them changing without their consent. She quit while she worked on a case.

Moving back to California, she took another job doing lower level engineering work. She met the man who would become her boyfriend. Daniel was a Formula D racecar driver — he was in Prosec at the time, and wasn't fully a professional. They hit it off, after all, she was pretty and liked cars.

Pretty soon, they became something of a power couple, with her posing for pictures and designing a new engine for him. It was her designs that ended up propelling him into the professionals, even and it landed them a deal with Ford Mustang to have their own proprietary line.

They were good for each other, at least everyone thought so. But most people didn't see the behind the scenes where Daniel struggled with alcoholism. Allie held it all together.

When the court case finally settled, Allie came into a ton of money. She quietly tucked it away, and that became something of a fight, even if Daniel was making a ton of money off brand deals and races.

When he proposed to her, it was an easy yes. It wasn't long after that tragedy struck, on a hiking trip, her brother slipped and fell. He passed away some months later after being in an extended coma. The death of her brother rocked Allie. But disaster wasn't over yet.

Daniel got behind the wheel of a car, and wrecked it. It tanked his career, as well as got him into a ton of legal trouble. Allie wanted to postpone the wedding, to try to handle all of this, and he fought her on it. So she called it off. It was all too much to handle.

So she moved to Whiskey Flats, trying to be closer to her sister and away from the drama. The engine designs were hers, so she took those too, the brand deal with Ford now in litigation as well. Meanwhile, she's living off her settlement money and making real money by restoring old cars that she picks up and does the work on her own.

𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖

2013: graduated college and became a DCC cheerleader

2016: DCC scandal / quits DCC

2017: meets Daniel

2018: designs the engine

2022: court proceedings and settlement from the DDC

2022: engaged / accident with brother

2023: brother passes away

2023: Daniel gets into an accident / she calls off the engagement / moves to Whiskey Flats

[kaitlinj16]

I play the game

Even though I go up in flames

And I'm burning down tonight 🔥

[deanpinterester]

anyway i did find the ipod and the music app in there is Such a throwback to early 2010s songs i forgot about

[rayshippouuchiha]

Thing is, I like reading Team-Tony fics. Because I myself, am Team-Tony. Problem is most of those fics focus on how heartbreaking the whole situation is and on how Tony is still struggling to be a good and moderately forgiving person because he needs these idiots help. I want this man feral, I want him tearing everything they ever loved to the ground. I want him to be full of spite and pettiness and to go "if you think I'm the source of everything bad that's ever happened to you, let me make that your reality". And it's all legal and aboveboard and stuff he wouldn't even get in trouble for on a social basis. Because part of him ruining their lives is airing out all their dirty laundry and revealing all the coverups he's done for them. I want him to body slam these idiots into a hell of their own making, as he comes out of it looking like a saint for having dealt with them and fixed their problems for so long.

I would also be down for fic recs along this theme. Lovelies?

[sulanimami]

Jasmine Chaney

Tray Flies & CC Links under the cut 

Things to Remember 

1. If it is not listed, either the creator took the link down or it is behind a paywall

2. I tend to reuse and repeat the same makeup and jewelry, so it might be listed for one outfit and not the other, just to save time.

3. I gave exact names to save time when looking for her CC but I do highly recommend downloading the full collections as they are so amazing.

4. No strict TOU. Just do not claim as your own, no paywall, respect the other creators TOU and please share pics if you do decide to download her!

Jasmine’s Tray Files

Everyday: Hair (Kimberly V2) Necklace (Heartbreak V2) Top (Josie Cardigan V2) Nails  Skirt (Button Plaid) Eyeshadow  Lips/Facepaint Shoes (Tai Platforms) Anklet Earrings  

Formal: Necklace (Heartbreak V1) Dress (Shannon Dress) Hair  Eyeshadow Earrings Lipliner 

Active: Top & Bottoms  Hair (Kimberly V2)  Nails Shoes (Low Top Sneakers 03) 

Sleep: Top & Bottom Shoes 

Party: Catsuit (Julia) Eyeliner Earrings  Eyeshadow Lipstick 

Swimwear: Bikini (Tara Bikini Coverup) Highlighter  Eyeshadow Shoes  

Hot Weather:  Necklace (Armorini) Lips Shoes (Platform Sandals 05) Eyeliner 

Cold Weather: Top Skirt (Chanel) Shoes (Leather Ankle Boots) 

Sliders, Skins, & Mods: Eyes Skin Overlay Nose Eye Preset Eyebrow Slider Thigh Slider Hip Shape Slider Bodyshape Eyebrows

[electricgoldtendercare]

YACHT CLUB || C.L.

||hi everyone! I got inspired to write a little blurb about Charles Leclerc and meeting his friends for the first time so I wanted to post it here! I don’t own any characters but this is all my writing. Let me know what you think, any feedback is wanted! Forgive my formatting, i’m on mobile! ||

When Charles had asked you to come meet all of his friends you had been excited, happy that it was finally happening but as it got closer and closer you were nervous. The nerves were only made worse when you found out you’d all be on a yacht in the Mediterranean. Of course you knew the racers by their fame but you had yet to meet them. You had been to races but only really stayed in the Ferrari paddock, meaning your connection extended to Carlos and the Ferrari team.

You and Charles had been dating since the end of 2021 and despite both wanting you to meet his friends earlier, as soon as the 2022 season started he was focused on nothing else. You were with him to go through the highs and the heartbreaks of the first half of the season and without much break, it ended up being just the two of you.

As nervous as you were, you were even more excited. Charles had told you so many stories about everyone and it just made it all the more exciting to meet them. The love Charles showed for them made you want this night to go perfect, so if you took a little more time getting ready no one could blame you. You went through a few swimsuits before finding the perfect one. Matching with Charles, you wore a pink bikini with splashes of red and blue on them and opted for a lacy white coverup. Charles had seemed wary of it, fingertips tracing up and down your arms and biting at his lip. The way his eyebrows furrowed just made you giggle and with just a few kisses and your fingers twirling the hair at the back of his neck he was back to normal.

Arriving to the yacht you felt the nerves creeping up, wrapping your hands around Charles’ arm and not letting him get too far ahead of you. You and Charles had learned ways to comfort each other early on. Wether it was a sad night or a difficult race, you always seemed to know what to do to help out. In this case he slipped his arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head “It will all be okay, mon bebe. They will adore you.” Immediately you felt more relaxed and ready for the night.

Stepping in you heard voices up ahead and put on a smile as you both turned the corner to see the group of drivers sitting together. Instead of it being awkward like you had expected, the room erupted into cheers and whistles for the two of you. Each driver got up to introduce themselves to you, mostly with hugs but the occasional man (Danny & Pierre) would kiss each of your cheeks, causing Charles’ arm to tighten ever so slightly around your waist.

Once things were settled and drinks were handed out, you sat close to Charles on the couch with Lando on your other side. “So y/n, I can see why Charles has been hiding you away, keeping

you all to himself.” Daniel jokes and you laugh a little, glancing towards Charles. “Well now that i’ve met you all, he’ll have a hard time keeping me away.” You joke back, causing a small amount of cheers from the drivers. You feel Charles’ hand slipping underneath the cover up, finding your hip to rub slowly and pull you back into his chest.

After catching up and talking for a while, Lando suggested that everyone goes for a swim before the sun starts to set. You hop up and pull Charles along behind you. You pull your cover up off and notice that your boyfriend was basically standing guard, keeping you hidden from the other drivers. You giggle and wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss to his neck. “You know i’m here with you, right?” You tease and he grumbles something in french under his breath. Having been fairly isolated for most of your relationship you never saw the cute ways Charles got jealous over you until now. Figuring he just needed to cool off you brought him down to the ledge and made him jump into the water with you. You noticed a difference immediately and within minutes you were all splashing each other and playing around.

After nearly an hour, you were all climbing back into the yacht, talking about playing some games and drinking some wine. You were about to join them on the couch when you felt your boyfriend pull you away. Confused, you ignored the whistles from the guys and followed him with furrowed brows. Once arriving to the bow of the ship you noticed an area decorated with candles, blankets, and a bucket of different kinds of champagne. It didn’t hit you that Charles had set this up until you glanced over to him and he had a small smile on his face, waiting for your reaction. Your face broke into a huge grin and you nearly jumped into your boyfriend’s arms, shaking her head. “You did not set this up all for me, did you?” you ask, to which he replied “Of course I did, mon amour. Just for you.” He smiled, pulling you into a kiss before carrying you over to the area and sitting you down.

Champagne was opened and the two of you cheered to how well the night had been going so far. “The view is pretty but you’re even prettier.” Charles whispered, causing you to laugh loudly and shake your head. “You are so corny.” You joke, climbing to straddle his lap. The sunset had been completely forgotten as you felt his arms wrap around your waist and yours threaded into his hair. Your lips melted together into a kiss, getting more and more heated. Large hands had just started sliding up to start undoing your bikini top when you both were jolted apart by a whistle. Thanking god that your back was turned, you watched Charles pull a blanket up over the two of you as Pierre yelled down “hey love birds, we’re about to start charades and we need the two of you to stop making out and come up.”

Your cheeks went pink and you hid your face in your boyfriend’s neck, giggling softly to yourself as you felt his body shake against you as he chuckled. You pull off your swimsuit cover and reach over for his shirt, sliding it on with a smirk. You gave him a few more kisses before standing up to go back to the group. You both went reluctantly and settled down on the couch.

“No! You guys can’t be a team, you’ll cheat!” Lando says and before you or Charles could fight it Daniel spoke up “I call y/n! Come be on my team.” He smiles and despite Charles tensing under you you climbed up, giving him a small kiss before you went over to sit next to Daniel. The rest of the group paired up and the game began.

Turns out you and Daniel made an amazing team. Somehow you just knew what he was acting out and vice versa. “Joe Montana!” You yell as the timer ends and Daniel runs over and spins you around with a laugh. You think nothing of it until you hear Lando chuckle and glance over to Charles who has a grumpy look on his face. You sit next to him, about to whisper something to him when it’s his and Lando’s turn to play. Daniel takes his place next to you and starting to tell you some story about a party where Charles’ got extremely drunk. You let out a laugh, nearly having to cover your mouth with how loud it comes out. You blush slightly but realize it had gone silent, looking over at your boyfriend.

He has the most adorable pout on his face and it nearly made you coo audibly. Lando let out an exasperated sigh when the timer runs out without Charles even getting one action in. Charles nearly stomps over to the couch and sits back, a furrow in his brow. As adorable as he looked you didn’t want to make him sit in his misery for too long. You had a few turns before you went next so you decided to climb onto his lap.

You get some over dramatic ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ but your focus was on your grumpy boyfriend. Your hands hold the sides of his face and you lean in to kiss him. You kiss his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose and then finally his lips before pulling away to see a small smile on his face. “There he is.” You whisper, hand moving down to the side of his waist to tickle him a bit. He lets out a chuckle and your job is done.

Well, it was. Until you and Daniel won the game of charades. “Maaate! We fucking killed that! I reckon we’re a better team than you and Charles, ey?” He says, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. You rolled your eyes and gave him a hug, shaking your head. The anger on your boyfriend’s face no longer cute and you felt bad. “I think it’s probably time for us to turn in.” You said, walking over to Charles and pulling him up. You slip your arms around his bare waist and lean up to kiss him before turning back to the group. “I had so much fun, it was really nice to meet you all.” You told them genuinely and went around to give quick hugs. Daniel could tell he had taken it too far so a handshake was all that was offered with a knowing look.

You take Charles’ hand and lead him away as you say goodbye to everyone. Once you’re off the yacht you slip your arm around his waist again and turn to face him. Looking up through your lashes you put on your best pouty face, biting your lip slightly. “Tu seras toujours mon partenaire de jeu préféré, mon amour.” You whisper up to him and the smile that cracks on his face at the broken french is enough to get your heart racing.

No more words were shared on your way home, just the constant feeling of Charles’ fingers brushing against any bare skin he could access. That didn’t stop on the way up to his home, barely able to keep his hands off of you to get the keys out of his pocket to let you both inside. Once you were in, you both changed and climbed into bed.

One of your favorite things about Charles was the small whines he’d let out when he wanted something but didn’t want to ask. Most days right before you both went to bed he’d tug your shirt off, or try to at least. If it worked he’d just smile proudly to himself but if it didn’t he’d let out small grunts and wines until you finally caved in. You caved in every time. Tonight wasn’t any different and you suddenly found yourself with your back pressed directly to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you and resting on your bare stomach. “Plus de nuits de jeux s'il vous plaît.” Is all he whispered into your ear before the both of you drifted off to sleep.

[angelshawke]

i’m not caught up with RT content, and never will be, as this company has been going downhill for a long time now, but I still follow some of the employees/content creators on twitter

the constant horror stories that come up describing how awful of an experience it was working for them, and RT diminishing the role of once important creators (Matt :() are heartbreaking

the most recent case - poor kdin? the fact that she’s been called a slur FOR YEARS, and even by the community, who assumed that Fugz was just a cute nickname given by the fellow employees, a not a coverup for the actual f slur - my god, i remember this nickname being used constantly! the hell! D:

things like this make you ashamed that you once supported RT and thought of it as a dream job, ehh

[phireyestar]

You know...I haven't rewatched ofmd in a while, so I can't recall if it was mentioned, but was it ever revealed how Stede's father died? Cause I'm just wondering....Stede's whole thing about leaving on an adventure and still being plagued by guilt, supposedly of leaving his family and children...I'm wondering if it's not a coverup for something else?

And given how Stede is actually slightly off-base seeing as he was completely fine with watching a violent raid and just telling Lucius to record things better, and also seemingly fine with leaving behind a burning ship, his morality is definitely slightly messed up/skewed.

I just don't think his supposed horror at hearing the things Ed did as Blackbeard can really stem from him being horrified at Ed, because as other people have discussed in much greater detail and complexity, the kraken/Blackbeard and all the horrifying things about him are still a part of Ed, and for their relationship to work Stede has to accept all parts of Ed, and that can't happen if Stede is genuinely put off by atrocities Ed might have carried out, and considering not too long before Stede set his own ship of fire and left the people on it to burn to death, it would be downright hypocritical for him to judge Ed for that.

So what I take from that Calico Jack and Ed scene is Stede might be a bit hurt that Ed kind of 'lied' or 'misled' him by making it seem like he never hurt anybody, and that he had to learn it through Calico Jack who was definitely using it to showoff the sort of history they have together that Ed and Stede don't have yet.

But wouldn't it be neat, theatrical, slightly hypocritical and quite Stede of it to be revealed that he himself also isn't such an angel and that he might have played a role in his dad's death? Based on Stede's characterisation so far, I definitely don't think he could have physically or directly hurt his dad, but manipulating events so his dad ended up on a ship that went down in a storm or some more behinds the scene way of orchestrating his dad's death? I really wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, and I think it would create a beautiful parallel and contrast of Stede and Ed's characters and how they might have both brought down their father, and given how the end of this season seems to be Ed believing he could not be what Stede could possibly want and angst-heartbreak leaning into it, I feel the shock of Ed learning his own image of Stede is also flawed and that Stede isn't as perfect and sweet and kind and nice a person as he might believe could be what he needs to feel Stede is more...on his level? And at least open up the route for more talking/understanding of one another's characters.

And I mean, overall, for how obviously Stede's dad has had a big impact on Stede's life and traumatizing him, aside from the belittling and rabbit butchering scene, Stede's father is a bit conspicuously absent in the rest of the narrative. In the whole Stede ruins beautiful things montage, I'm surprised there weren't other instances of his dad belittling him throughout the rest of his life, which I'm sure is what would have happened, unless Stede is consciously/subconsciously blocking out memories of his father, and yea he could just be doing that because his father was an asshole, but it feels like it could be more significant you know? Like another layer of repressed guilt but also not guilt.

And what did Stede say to the other posh guy at the bar after he came home and was just reminded that he didn't fit in with high society? "I've seen men die" or something right?

What made Stede run from high society in the first place? Yea he never fit in, always felt uncomfortable with it, but presumably he could have suffered through his life. As it was said, the gentleman pirate gave up so much for such a ludicrous reason. What made him so enamoured with the ocean in the first place?

Anyway these are just my rambling thoughts, and I'm just excited to see where they take us next season for our flag means death, but I just think it would be kind of neat if Stede and Ed's storylines maybe paralleled each other a bit more like this xD

[alisonsfics]

brainwashed - part one

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: waking up in the twenty-first century was pretty much the shock of your life. that is until you find out that your boyfriend from the ‘40s survived his fall from the train and is now a deadly assassin.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: kidnapping, brainwashing, threats of torture, violence, swearing, choking (violent, NOT sexual)

Back in the ‘40s, you were inseparable from Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. You grew up as Steve’s next-door neighbor. You instantly clicked. Then, he introduced you to Bucky. Your perfect trio was formed.

The three of you were always together from the time you were six years old to the time the war began. Somewhere in that time, you and Bucky fell for each other. It only added to the strength of your friendship. You both were constantly going on double dates with Steve and girls that Bucky set him up with.

When the war began, Bucky was the first to leave. You and Steve were next. You wanted to fight in the war and do your part, but that wasn’t acceptable back in the ‘40s. So, you applied to be a nurse and got sent with Steve to New Jersey.

You were there when they gave him the serum. When he came out of the capsule, he had run straight into your arms. He was just glad to have someone who felt familiar when everything in his life was changing.

Then, you both began secretly sparring at night time. Eventually, you became good enough that you could have won against any of the soldiers in a fight, except for Steve. When you found out Bucky had been captured, you were right beside Steve. No one was going to stop you from going after him.

Losing Bucky on the train was the most heartbreaking moment of your life. You watched the love of your life fall to his death. You’d never forget how he told you he loved you as he fell. A part of you died that day.

Later that day, you and Steve both went down in the plane. Waking up in the modern world was a nightmare. It was mind-numbingly terrifying.

That day brought you and Steve closer together than ever before. You were the only two people on the planet who had been through that. In a world that felt entirely foreign, Steve was your home.

Naturally, when he called you and said SHIELD was actually a coverup for Hydra, you were already out the door and on your way.

You were on your way to meet him in an abandoned parking garage. You were the first to get there. You anxiously paced outside of your car, waiting for him to arrive. You just hoped he was okay.

You heard footsteps behind you, and you quickly turned around, expecting Steve. You were met with disappointment. You were standing face to face with Rumlow.

“I knew Mr. America’s sidekick would be easy to find. You’re too predictable” he told you. You clenched your fists and got ready for what was about to happen. Rumlow’s eyes went to your clenched fists. “I don’t think so, sweetheart” he said, as someone hit the back of your legs with a pipe.

You fell down to your knees, crashing on the concrete flooring. “Hands up” Rumlow commanded. You saw the three guys behind you and knew you could overpower them, but they knew that. So obviously, they had more people waiting nearby. So, you came up with a different plan.

Your hands went to the back of your head and interlaced your fingers. Before they pulled you up, you slipped a small pin out of your hair and let it fall to the floor.

It was so small that they didn’t even notice, but when Steve showed up later, he would notice. You always wore that pin in your hair. Bucky gave you it to you back in the day, and Steve knew you’d never take it off.

Before you knew it, a bag was placed over your head, and you were knocked out.

You were awoken by someone blowing an air horn. You squirmed, only to realize you were strapped to a chair. Your eyes adjusted to single harsh light. You saw Rumlow standing in front of you.

“Oh look, you’re awake” he said, sarcastically. You glanced around the room, trying to figure out your best escape plan.

“So are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?” He asked you, crossing your arms. You knew it was his way of trying to intimidate you. Luckily for you, you weren’t easy to intimidate. “I’m not telling you where Steve is. Do whatever the hell you want to me. I’ll never tell you” you told him, firmly.

He chuckled to himself. “We figured you would say that. We know there is no amount of pain that we could inflict on you to make you talk. So we came up with a different idea” he said, while smirking.

Then, a man appeared from the shadows. He had long brown hair and a mask and goggles that covered his face. “Who is this? Your bodyguard?” You mocked Rumlow. The smirk on his face didn’t leave. You started to think you were missing something.

Rumlow turned to face the man and took off the mask and goggles. As soon as Rumlow stepped out of the way, you recognized the man just from his eyes.

“Bucky?” You asked, barely believing your eyes. Rumlow’s smirk only grew. He had an evil look behind his eyes. You wondered if you had been drugged and that’s why you were seeing things. “Don’t waste your time. He doesn’t remember you” Rumlow said.

You tried to process what he was saying. You didn’t know how Bucky survived or why he wouldn’t remember you. “What did you do to him?” You growled, directing your attention to Rumlow.

You saw no recognition in Bucky’s eyes. His eyes were glossed over with a blank stare. He was staring at you, but there was no humanity behind his eyes. It wasn’t the look you remembered.

“A little time with your brain in a blender will make someone forget a lot” Rumlow said, evilly amused. You felt your stomach begin to churn just thinking about whatever they had done to Bucky.

“Bucky, please. You have to remember me” you practically pleaded with him. His face remained emotionless. “Soldat, ataka” Rumlow commanded. Suddenly, Bucky started to walk towards you, still with a blank expression.

He stood in front of you, and you couldn’t help but feel small next to his towering frame. “Your name is James Bucky Barnes. You know me” you said, desperate for him to show some form of recognition.

Then, you felt his cold metal hand wrapped around your neck. Your airways constricted as his grip tightened. “You know me” you barely managed to gasp. There was not a single emotion on Bucky’s face as he took away your air supply.

Right before you were about to pass out, Rumlow called him back. He returned to Rumlow’s side while staring at you with the same vacant expression. Your mind was now focused on a way to save Bucky.

They had done something to him, and you had to figure out how to undo it.

“Bucky, please. I know you’re in there. Just please. I can’t lose you again” you begged him. It broke your heart to watch Bucky fall from that train, but it was somehow worse to know he had been alive this whole time because he hadn’t truly been living.

“I wouldn’t even waste my time, sweetheart. Just tell us where we can find Steve Rovers” Rumlow mocked you. This was all a game to him, and you hated his guts. “Go to hell” you spat at him.

Rumlow shrugged it off. “That’s fine. He’ll come to find you. Then, we’ll get him too” he said. You started to panic. He was right. Steve would do anything to find you, including risk his own safety.

You had to find your own way out and find a way to get through to Bucky. You weren’t leaving without him.

“Bucky, listen to me. We met when we were six years old. You used to make fun of me because I was so much shorter than you and you always beat me in races, but you were one of my best friends. You would always fight the boys who were mean to me. Then, you asked me out the day I turned sixteen. You brought me to Coney Island at the top of the Ferris wheel and asked me to be yours. I said yes. We loved to go dancing together, and you always bought me flowers when I was sad. Before the war, we went to the Stark Expo and you told me you loved me for the first time. I know part of you is still in there. I just need you back, Bucky” you begged, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

Bucky was your one weakness in this whole world. You waited for a response, something, anything.

Nothing.

Then, a small glimmer appeared in his eyes. It was only for a moment; a small hint of recognition. “Y/N?” He asked, as though it was all coming back to him, slowly.

You saw a range of emotions in his eyes: confusion, sadness, anger, regret.

“Guess we have to put his brain back in a blender” Rumlow muttered, pushing forward a strange metal chair. It had restraints and appeared to be some sort of electric chair.

Bucky, still dazed as he slowly regained awareness, was pushed into the chair by Rumlow. Before he could fight back, Rumlow strapped him to the chair.

“Don’t you touch him. I swear to god, I’ll kill you” you warned Rumlow, clenching your fists. He didn’t show any sign of slowing down and pushed these metal plates against Bucky’s head. “Leave him alone” you screamed, squirming against your restraints.

“Rogers. Where is he?” Rumlow demanded.

You had to get Bucky out of here and fast. You quickly remembered which bracelet you were wearing. Natasha had given it to you a while ago. If you snapped one of the beads, it turned off all the power within a five mile radius. Behind your back, you quickly snapped the beads between your fingers.

The lights instantly went out, only some natural light illuminating the room. “That’s Rogers. We’ll come back for you two. You two should catch up, or don’t. It doesn’t matter. He won’t remember” Rumlow said, giving you a sadistic smile before leaving.

“I swear to you, Bucky. I will get you out of here. I won’t lose you again” you said, managing to get out of your restraints. You ran to Bucky’s side. You carefully reached for the metal cuffs around his arms.

You didn’t want to scare him because you weren’t sure he completely remembered you. After you undid all the cuffs, you helped him out of the chair.

“I don’t know what’s going on in your head right now, but we need to go” you told him, urgently. He nodded and followed you.

You walked over to the air vent you had noticed as soon as you woke up. You quickly pulled the vent cover off and began to crawl down the small tunnel. You could hear Bucky behind you. You both exited the tunnel and ended up in an empty room.

“We have to find a way out of here” you said, looking around the room. You felt Bucky’s metal hand on your shoulders as he shoved you five feet forward. You noticed a Hydra soldier pointing a gun where you had just standing.

You saw a glimmer in his eyes of your Bucky as he fought the man to protect you. After he had knocked the man out, he lead the way. You both came face to face with Rumlow in a long dark hallway.

Bucky instantly moved to stand in front of you. Even after all this time, his instincts told him to protect you. “Sorry, toots. I can’t let you leave with my most powerful asset” Rumlow mocked.

“Steve will come for us” you earned, trying to make him stand down. The thought didn’t worry Rumlow. “And he’ll do whatever I say because I have his two pals from the good ole days” Rumlow told you both.

Bucky glanced over his shoulder at you, and you knew what the simple glance met. Within an instant, you had jumped onto Rumlow’s back and were trying to choke him while Bucky began repeatedly punching him in the gut.

Rumlow swung his fist up, hitting you right in the face. You fell off his back to the ground. A fire was enraged in Bucky as he saw you lying there on the floor.

He used his metal arm to wrap around Rumlow’s throat, as he held him up against the wall. Rumlow fell unconscious and Bucky ran to your side.

He quickly helped you to your feet, and you both fled the building.

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