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skz-celine · 3 months ago

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✯ RELATIONSHIPS W SKZ HYUNG LINE !!

the relationship types celine has with the hyung line ! of skz

✯ CHANNIE && CELINE : rank 3 in popular relations ( their public affection is very rare but due to her constant shown for gratitude towards him and whenever affection does happen, fans are mclovin it )

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you can describe their relationship as very close best friends or comfort people of some sort. bangchan was there for celine when she'd first joined, and she was knowingly there for him during his stressful breakdowns.

celine really appreciates how welcoming he was during the ordeal, despite the other members being skeptical of her arrival, he was always there to help her and treat her just as he treated the other members.

celine is very affectionate with bang chan despite fan belief of her being reserved to not cause conflict within the gossip sites. she knows her boundaries and where she stands. yet she also knows that she isn't gonna let rumors stop her from expressing her gratitude to her leader.

she often hugs him, massages his temples, or just checks up on him, making sure he is hydrated.

but that part is just the outer view

together, chan and celine are like siblings, constantly doing things to irk each other playfully.

she'll often just randomly jump on his back at times leaving him old man surprised

he's often caught picking on her, causing her to constantly say "stop it Christopher" in English leaving him laughing

overall they have a wonderful relationship

✯ MINHO && CELINE: rank 8 in popular relations ( their public interactions are very limited fans have to pinch at something to even grasp at their relationship with each other tbh. most of the videos about them are about them being mutual cat parents )

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minho was one of the skeptical members when celine first joined. despite his whole idgaf facade, he's actually very considerate; especially to those who care for him and vice versa

he saw the struggle chan went through as well as the chaos the fans created against him when one of the members left.

overtime he's grown a little protective over celine but only very subtly showing it.

he cooks for the members , always making sure to give her a piece of the food before the guys

i honestly think he's such a gentlemen, and so does celine.

at first, he'd be quiet around her only giving small little glances and glares whenever she'd speak but overtime yk something made him warm up to her and now they're silent family

oh and also he doesn't ever really call her "celine" he usually calls her by her real name

✯ CHANGBIN && CELINE : rank 6 in popular relationship ( this woman will publicly goon over changbin's muscles and people are here for it !. it's not as popular due to the other good relations she has with the boys)

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I absolutely love these two together as they sometimes can be like an old married couple or like two high school sweethearts, you never know what you're gonna get that specific day its always like a surprise.

they can bicker a lot like sometimes playfully she'll be like "seo changbin ! why're you kissing up to the versace prince" It's always false vex, she would too, who wouldn't?

sometimes, they can be the loudest duo in the group, having scream-offs ( ft a laughing jeongin and a half-deaf hyunjin. )

let's not forget the random moments when they're doing vlogs and he's like wiggling his eyebrows, flexing his biceps. Then the camera pans to celine's face, a smirk evident as she pretends to be infatuated with the view, giggling, and stuff.

changbin's initial reaction to celine is a little iffy as well although, unlike minho, he'd actually interact with her because changbin is someone who'd be very very people-pleasing and like he cares about others' feelings especially if he knows they did nothing wrong and his feelings are prejudiced.

✯ HYUNJIN && CELINE : rank 7 in popular relations ( royalty duo, doesn't quite interact on camera despite the fact they're always taking pictures and doing art but their relationship is sweet )

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hyunjin and celine's relationship can be described as "omg we look so good right now, let's take a picture"

these two are insane when they're together it's like they have an ego boost when sitting next to each other, their vibes radiating off each other and then just posing or whatever.

hyunjin is a traditional artist who prefers painting and celine likes doing sketches, doodles, and chalk pastel art but mostly, digital art.

so they'll be doing their respective art styles often drawing in the same room with each other as maybe d4vd or frank ocean plays in the background

when they're sat together on a plane they'll have their respective headphones on and be using the DJ app in sync, celine gets mad at hyunjin for skipping the song every few seconds or after the most popular part or skipping through the movie they decide to watch ( she'll for sure tell stay on bbl about his behavior "your behavior is so ughh !!" )

there isn't much to say for their relationship besides much

SKZ.CELINE , 08 / 2024 . this is a work of fiction but I do ask to not steal the oc or the relations as they are made for celine

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fiapartridge · 2 years ago

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REQUEST tbh idk how ur request work but I have an idea

Going to one of Luke’s games but it’s Toronto vs NJ and wearing a maple lefes jersey

And luke sees her and is banging on the glass to get ur attention and is like “off now”

Idk this idea popped in my head lmao

R U Mine? | luke hughes

"all i ever wanna say is, 'are you mine?'"

luke hughes x reader

summary: you wear a toronto maple leafs jersey to luke’s game and he can't help but wish you were wearing his...

warning(s): cursing

hiii @bibella8swan <3 hope u like mitch marner, if not, just imagine someone else LMAO + i really need to make a navigation with like a proper request/prompt system, im tryna be a pro tumblr writer gal

You loved Mitch Marner, like loved him.

Having grown up in Toronto, your family loved hockey just as much as the next family— which was a lot. They watched every single Leafs game, went to every single Leafs signing, and they even had a shrine of Leafs memorabilia in your parents’ home office. To say they liked the Leafs was an understatement (honestly, they would probably tackle you if you said that)— they were obsessed.

Luke knew you loved the Leafs. I mean, he lived next door to you for a good chunk of his life, how could he not know? It wasn’t like you were sporting all things Leafs whenever you were with him, but Luke paid enough attention to notice your dedicated Mitch Marner Pinterest boards and your number 16 lockscreen. Though you rarely ever said it out loud (honestly, I don’t think you’ve ever told Luke, let alone anyone else, about your love for Mitch), Luke knew— because Luke knew you. He noticed the little things, like the way you always needed to carry around a lint roller in your bag because you just knew there would be unwanted lint wherever you end up going, or the way you laughed at everything, even bad jokes, because you hated silence even more.

When he moved to Michigan, you were scared that things were going to change between the two of you, but it never did. He was still your best friend, and you were still his. When he found out you were moving to New Jersey for college, he was ecstatic given that he had just gotten drafted to the Devils.

Getting to spend more time with his best friend? It was the best news he had ever been given. Luke started planning out your guys’ lives in New Jersey the second you told him about your plans. Maybe you guys could share an apartment instead of him sharing one with Jack, and maybe you could go to all of his home games and cheer him on in the stands?

Luke moved to New Jersey after Michigan’s loss in the Frozen Four, and while it was a bitter moment, knowing that he was finally going to see you made it not so terrible.

When Luke arrived in New Jersey, it was like nothing had changed. The two of you spent every single day together, and there wasn’t a single moment when you guys weren’t laughing, or making fun of each other while laughing. You even got an apartment with him, just like he had planned. It was perfect. Maybe that was when Luke understood that his love for you was way beyond just friendship. Luke loved you. Quinn said that Luke had fallen in love with you the moment he saw you, but he just wasn’t bright enough to see it— I guess college did teach him a couple of things.

After a few more months of living together, Jack had finally managed to slap some sense into the both of you after finding out that you were both going on Tinder dates and that none of you were happy. In fact, you two were miserable. Every single time you watched the other person walk out that front door in nice clothes and high expectations, you felt some part of yourself crumble to pieces.

You hated the thought of someone getting to hold Luke’s hand or cuddle into his side, or even get the chance to kiss him. You had known Luke your entire life and some random girl from some stupid app that he had known for, what? An hour? Got to get closer to him than you? You hated that, and little did you know, Luke hated that, too.

Which brought you to where you were now: at Luke’s game against the Toronto Maple Leafs.

You slipped into the front row, sitting beside Ryleigh and Brooke, as you got the most perfect view of Luke as he and the rest of the Devils skated onto the ice for warmups before the game. You were engaged in conversation with Brooke when you felt Ryleigh tap your shoulder repeatedly. Whipping your head in her direction, she pointed to the glass and said, “I think someone’s trying to get your attention,” she laughed.

When you looked toward the glass, you saw Luke banging against the clear pane. You were confused, to say the least. It wasn’t unusual for Luke to give you some sort of attention during warmups, like a simple wave, or a small smile, but for him to be banging on the glass? It had to be important.

“Off," he nodded his head at you. "Now.”

You furrowed your brows. What was he talking about? You squinted your eyes, signaling that you had no idea as to what he was referring to.

Luke pinched his jersey, pulling it up and down, and you immediately knew what it was. You were wearing a Marner jersey. What did he think was going to happen? The love of your life was on that ice— of course you were going to wear his jersey! But then again, the love of your life was banging on the glass, getting a million stares from Devils fans and Leafs fans alike, just so he could gain some comfort knowing that you were in that crowd, wearing his jersey.

You didn’t quite understand that, though. You wondered why it was so important to Luke. I mean, you wore his jersey to every single home game. It was one game against a team you loved. What was the big deal?

You shrugged him off, shooing him to go back to the others when you heard the siren go off, signaling that it was time for the game to start. He shook his head and skated off to the Devils’ bench.

The first period was… definitely something.

Luke got the puck a lot, but he also missed the puck… a lot. He skated around the ice like a lost puppy, and you bit your nails, wondering if it really was the jersey that was bothering him. It didn’t seem like a big deal to you. You’ve loved Mitch Marner since the concept of crushes even came to you. The Maple Leafs were your team. What was so wrong with that?

During the intermission, you sprang out of your seat and marched over to the direction of the locker rooms. The Rock was like a second home to you. You knew the place like the back of your hand which made it so much easier to get to Luke— because you needed to get to Luke before the second period started. You needed to know why it was taking such a toll on him.

When you walked towards the hall of the locker rooms, your eyes met Luke’s and he immediately ran over to you, or rather hobbled to you, on his skates. On his way over, his right hand fished for the bottom of his jersey as he pulled it over his head in one clean motion. God, it was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

“Take this,” he said, still out of breath from the game.

You shook your head. “That thing is full of sweat, Luke.”

“Then let me grab you a clean one from my stall,” he suggested before turning around.

You scoffed, grabbing his wrist and swiveling him back towards you. “What’s going on?”

He shrugged. “Nothing.”

You rolled your eyes. “The last time you said that, you were pissed off that Jack got the last slice of pizza and the next time you got pizza, you added olives because you knew Jack hated them. It’s not nothing, Luke.”

He looked everywhere but you, because he knew you’d read him like a magazine. He knew that he could never hide a single thing from you, because just as he had paid attention to you, you had paid attention to him. You knew him, and deep down, you knew why the jersey was such a big deal to Luke, but you wanted to hear him say it.

You wanted Luke to call you his.

His shoulders relaxed for the first time since intermission started, and his eyes finally met yours. “I know you love Mitch. You always have, and that’s never been a problem, and it never will be, but… I wanted you to pick me.”

You narrowed your brows, stepped closer to the boy you loved so much, and you whispered almost tauntingly, “Why should I pick you?”

He bent down, held the sides of your face, and crinkled his eyes in nothing but cringe. “Are you really gonna make me say it?”

“Gosh, I think Mitch is calling my name,” you frowned.

He shook his head, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “For some fucking reason, I love you, Y/N, and I want you to wear my jersey, I’m begging you to wear my jersey, because as selfish as this sounds, I need to know that you’re not Marner’s, and you’re not the Leafs’ — you’re mine. I want you… to be mine.”

Your face broke into a bright smile. “Fucking finally,” you laughed, pushing him off of you and towards the locker room. “Give me the damn jersey, Hughes, intermission ends in seven! Also,” you pulled him back. “I love you, too.”

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ginger-berrie · 7 months ago

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SO I JUST SAW FALSETTOS LIVE FOR THE FIRST TIME

HOLY SHIT OKAY. HEY GUYS I JUST GOT BACK FROM SEEING FALSETTOS. LIVE. MY FAVOROITE MUSICAL EVER. I HAVE WORDS TO SAY.

So firstly I of course have to say this musical is fucking phenomenal and if u havent seen it even on youtube you HAVE to. onne of the best musicals ever wrutten. ignore any typos in this my hands r still shaking and im not editing htis. OKAY.

The actors. It was a college level production but the actors were so so talented. My favorite performances were from Mendel and Jason, who both pulled off their roles INCREDIBLY. Mendel was like a carbon copy of Brandon Uranowitz he had his mannerisms DOWN. All the nervous ticks, touching his face, being generally so awkward all the time, even his face was just perfec t for the role. And Jason was played by an adult femme-presenting person but they were so good as him!!!!! their voice fit him perfectly and she also perfectly encompassed Jason;s awkward childlike nature. The entire cast was incredible but those two really stood out to me!!!! Everyone's singing voices as well were fantastic, especially Trina's—she KILLED the high notes and even sung up the octave on a few lines !!!! including the "but still the bastard divorced me" and she still belted the "you must exorcise a devil" even AFTER Im Breaking Down. In fucking sane.

THAT BEING SAID THOUGH. Even though i enjouyed every second of it I do wanna make some more analysis-related directing critiques because im fucked up and evil about this show . im so sorry just let me speak here meaout. Stating right now though I've only seen the 2016 revival (about 2 dozen times) and not the original 90's version (been meaning to watch it just havent gotten the chance) so i reserve all TRUE judgement until after I see it!!! maybe some of these choices were in the original but tbh if they were i still like how the revival did it better. okay i swear im not just one of those ppl who is like "tHaTS noT hOw ThEY dId iT On BroADwAy" calm down. thanks <3

First of all. Some of the scenes lacked energy !!!!! Thrill of first love had no homoerotic choreography!!!!! they just kinda sat there on the couch looking morose and barely looking at each other as if they truly just hate each other and feel ANYthing towards each other anymore at all. But thats not the point!!!!!! They dont fully hate each other theyre just lacking the excitement that they once had and it's been replaced with nothing but disagreements and sex. When Whizzer and Marvin do their gay little dance theyre not just dancing and being gross and sexual theyre also FIGHTING!!!! they still care about each other they just dont know how to act!!!! and marvin's a bitch of course. Marvin was still very much a bitch. But because of the lack of energy in this song there was a bit of a lack of chemistry between the two as well, which carried through the whole show. I feel like it's important to see just how gross fucked up n nasty these two are about each other to see how its truly affecting the other people in Marvin's life. Even their chemistry during the chess game was lacking. They just kinda felt like they really hated each other. Which isnt the pointtttttt. Guh

Trina (or the directors idk) also made some choices I wasn't 100% on board with but they were more subtle. Mostly in her tone about Mendel. Up through Please Come To Our House she seemed to really really like Mendel. Like it was clear she was attempting to woo him. But then when he was proposing, and when they were maknig their home together, she just seemed. Unenthused. I know Trina truly doesn't really love her life, and just needs the stability of a nuclear family, but it was odd to see her not even attempt to keep up the facade on her own. Her and Mendel were similarly lacking in a lot of chemistry because of this, which, maybe to some of you makes sense but to me i do want to see them be close even if Mendel isn't absolutely the best.

LAST CRITIQUE OKAY. This one is BIG SPOILERS if u havent seen it yet but probably if ur reading this far youve already seen it okay. The fuckign bar mitzvah!!!!! There was no acknowledgement from Whizzer to Jason as he was reading his Torah !!!!!!! He just layed there in the hospital bed, facing AWAY from the audience so we could only see the very top of his head (which was on purpose for a quick change but) and he didnt get up at all to thank Jason or even acknowledge him :( for all the audience knows maybe he didnt even see Jason get bar mitzvahd. screaming crying throwing up.

OKAY IM DONE W BEING MEAN HERES A BIG CHANGE I REALLY LOVED !!!!!! as well as some smaller changes that i also really liked or were jsut neutral things i noticed

For most of act 2, up until Days Like This, They had this really cool circus imagery? Now once again idk if this is in the OG, but they had a picture of each cluster of characters set up on either side of the stage, and each of them was doing some sort of circus act both in the pictures and on stage, especially during A Day in Falsettoland. When a character was having their point in the song, they'd sometimes cut the lights briefly and suddenly the characters would be struggling to perform their little circus act, and each of them had a differnt one respectively and they all represented their immaturities/flaws/struggles:

Jason was on stilts, representing his need to grow up and perhaps his perceived mental maturity compared to the other characters

Trina was balancing/spinning plates on sticks, representing her need to keep balance and order in her life

Marvin + Whizzer were fencers because of their lingering animosity, yet newfound respect, for one another. Fencing isnt a dangerous sport, like you dont actually hurt your opponent in it, but it;s still a fight and youre still pointoing a weapon at them. guh. (AND BTW they did this during the racquetball scene and HOLY SHIT. I just gotta describe this one. Racquetball number 1 They had their little racquets as they were singing to each other but then when they got really into the game the lights would cut and then theyd be FENCING each other instead!!!!! and then the lights would cut again and itd go back to racquetball!!!! BUT THEN in the racquetball number 2 when it cut to them fencing ONLY MARVIN HAD A SWORD. WHIZZER STILL HAD HIS RACQUET. GIUUHUHGGHGHGHGHGH.;..,.,/;;'.';.;'[[[.)

Then the lesbians from next door were like a duo balancing/acrobatics act where they were always leaning on each other and picking each other up which was cute but also like. Charlotte would start falling in one direction and Cordelia would have to scrambke to catch her. I always hail them as the healthiest couple in the show but sometimes i forget they have problems too, like Cordelia;s insecurity and Charlotte's stress over the virus of course.

And finally Mendel!!!! was the fucking ringmaster!!!!! He had a hoop and a top hat and every time he was trying to calm down Jason (Everyone Hates His Parents), or Caroline, or Trina (A Day in Falsettoland), he would appear with his hoop and top hat, to show that HE is the one who needs to "control" other people's lives, or at least he feels the need to direct them. Mendel of course needs to feel like he's smarter than everyone else and like he's the only one who can help people. It really drove that home and it was an insane realization to come to. Phenomenal directing choice idk who came up with that but. bravissimo to you

Now miscellaneous stuff i liked or noticed!!!

They didn't have the big ol foam block. just some couch ends that they moved around to be diff pieces of furniture. If you've ever seen Waiting In The Wings' analysis on falsettos you might have seen a comment in the youtube section discussing how in the set design for the revival, the lack of real furniture through most of the show represents the lack of maturity of the characters, and as things get serious for them, more real props and set pieces get added. Like the chess board, the decor for Mendel + Trina's home, Whizzer's suitcase, the whole hospital room, etc. They didn't lean into that with this but i think that's fine! its not a necessary detail in my opinion and they did their best with what they had!!

Marvin didn't hand whizzer the suitcase after the chess game. He just grabbed it, and packed it himself. I was waiting for him to slam it into whizzer's chest or something. but no. Whizzer just picked it up and walked off. okay. Neutral bad change imo

Marvin's performances of What would I do and What more can i Say were. Breathtaking. Marvin actor if you're out there reading this your voice is lovely and carries so much emotion in your solo numbers. I Did Cry. a little bit

god their group number harmonies were AMAZING. All of the cast members' voices blended together so well and it was absolutely beautiful. the whole show was beautiful and i adored it i swear. I jsut need somwhere to put my feelings

THE ORCHESTRA FUCKED. IT FUCKED

Okay its getting late now and im fading quickly BUT IF U READ THIS FAR UR INSANE. This is for me and nobody else i just eneded to feelings dump. tl;dr: i fucking lvoe falsettos this was one of the best nights of my life i love you actors i love you pit i love you lighting i love you run crew i love you sound crew i love you musical theatre

#falsettos #falsettos 2016 #musicals #musical theater #musical review #rambles #ramblings #shiksa caterer #short insomniacs #hypochondriacs #yiddish americans #spiky families #radiologist #intellectuals #nervous wrecks #sigh #falsettoland

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starberry-cupcake · 7 months ago

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After a weekend that exhausted me, I am finally able to come back to this book. My reacts proved useful to remind me where I left of, who would have thought.

previously, on harrowberry the ninth:

this happened

also, harrowberry is courtesy of @lady-harrowhark

after which I suggested the following album cover as a representation of her

currently, chapters 14-16:

"The Mithraeum, the seat of the First Reborn! The Sanctuary of the Emperor of the Nine Houses, the bolthole of God"

I don't want to sound like gideon

I really don't

but I have to be entirely honest here

I read that sentence twice, at separate times

and neither of those times did I read "bolthole"

MOVING ON

harrowberry is settled in a room which was made for a lyctor that never was

I don't know if this is at all important but it caught my eye

I wonder what happened there

and I am, as we have established, fixating on very particular things

the emperor johnny bravo has a room that's described as a locked tomb, but harrow says that, unlike the other locked tomb, she's not interested to see what's in this one

on the one hand, I want to know what this guy's actually doing but, on the other, I don't care about what's going on in his intimacy

harrow is also surprised that he gets embarrassed

which I don't, because he should be embarrassed and ashamed about all of the stuff that is going on in general

I don't know specifics and I don't know details, but I know he's at fault

like we say over here, I've got no evidence but I've got no doubt

he tells harrowbean about the BOE

he says they hate the nine houses and that they have agents who turn planets against them

they got themselves a leader about 25 years before harrow was born, who made things more difficult for johnny man

let's bring back the timeline I'm constantly discarding and bringing back

we've been told now that: this leader showed up 25 years before harrow was born, they disappeared nearly 20 years ago and gideon was born 18 years ago in space to a mom who was brain dead upon arriving at ninth

there's also the whole eggs thing that idk if it has something to do with this or not but we're not totally throwing anything away here

we've moved from a cork board to a 3d model at this point

emperor johnny boo is blaming these people for not!dulcinea going ballistic

idk johnny man, you kind of fucked that up on your own I think, but go off, I guess

he also says that the BOE folks hate necromancers and necromancy

I don't wanna be making assumptions with little to no info (literally all I've been doing) but all I've seen so far is these people teaching harrow to kill planets

that's not what miss frizzle told me I should be doing when she wore the most iconic looks in television history

maybe if the emperor dressed like this I'd be trusting him more

emperor johnny also clocked harrow being a ninth kid smoothie

because harrow was doing theorems in the river and only one other person ever did that before

the person who founded the sixth

we're ok with the sixth because camilla came from there

when harrow starts telling him the smoothie story, the emperor says "This was...all so different...before we discovered the scientific principles" and proceeds to tell her that her parents basically did a mini resurrection

he says "I have committed the same act, and I know the price I had to pay" and calls her "a walking miracle"

to which harrow responds "I have just told you that I am the product of my parents' genocide"

emperor, my man

he says "nobody has to know" about the kid smoothie

there sure are a lot of things people aren't supposed to know or ask about over here in the emperor's bolthole

*me, high fiving gideon's force ghost*

he says the initials of BOE mean "blood of eden" and that Eden is "someone they left to die"

then he quotes shakespeare??? I think king lear???

“How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child”, that quote

I'm not super knowledgeable when it comes to shakespeare tbh but...ominous

he also says "once you turn your back on something, you have no more right to act as though you own it"

and harrow thinks "at the time, that had made perfect sense to you"

that's pinned under the "hope for later" category

NEXT CHAPTER

harrow talks to ice cube barbie in her dreams

ice cube barbie says she's died twice

THEN, AND THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT

harrow asks her if she has ortus's eyes or if her eyes are hers and what her eyes are like

and ice cube barbie says "she asked me not to tell you"

this is me, adding another thing to the "hopeful hints for gideon" shrine I am building

chapter 16

harrow asks yandere twin about her diary and she says it has been burned on her own orders

more hints for my theory of past!harrow knowing a lot and planning ahead

harrowcita calls lyctortus (name suggested by the reply gang, thank you reply gang) "the other one"

which could be "other" as in "other lyctor" or as in "other ortus", so it's fine either way

harrow is worried about not!dulcinea still being a threat

AREN'T WE ALL

I SURE AM, ALWAYS

she should have been flushed into space

harrow thinks not!dulcinea is moving and yandere twin calls her "crazycakes"

then we start going a bit more in depth about augustine

I have come to understand that he isn't called "saint of patience" because he's patient

he's called "saint of patience" because that's what you have to practice when you're around him

good god, this man

he has the charisma of the fifth but the disagreeable nature of the eighth

here I am, making judgment on these people I only know like 2 representatives of, but anyway

he's like if magnus hadn't discovered a passion for baking and had instead decided his hobby was to be passive aggressive and thinking too highly of himself

his cav was his brother, apparently

harrow thinks he's hollow inside

he is absolutely horrendous to mercygirl

BUT, MOST IMPORTANTLY

he also alludes to not!dulcinea moving and thinks mercygirl is doing it

I don't know about this, you guys

two mulders in one recap is what you get when I have been forced to not read for a couple days

I think fox mulder represents my energy in these recaps

Augustine The Unpleasant mentions that johnny j has "spent the last 10 thousand years on a perpetual search-and-destroy mission out of, as far as I can tell, purely symbolic retribution"

great, that sounds fantastic for god to do

and that "I wouldn't set myself up as his replacement A.L. He doesn't need another bodyguard, and even she was significantly more lucid than you are" (you being mercygirl)

I had mentioned the possibility of ice cube barbie being this AL person, we still don't know, but this AL is "she"

let's put that in the 3D model

augustine calls chad a "nice boy", which tracks for him being a Senior Chad

he treats harrow badly, which we absolutely don't stan over here in the harrow respect corner

harrow obliterates him with a comeback and he calls her Anastasia (You were born in a palace by the sea / A palace by the sea? Could it be?) like the previous ninth

these people love comparing their old pals to everyone they meet, even if they supposedly didn't get along much

harrow also makes fun of yandere twin for being what gideon would call "a weenie" over augustine

then we get the augustine and johnny explanation of how to kill the beast

I am all for information but this whole thing gives me the worst vibes

basically he says the beasts (disrespectful name) eat planets like oysters and then keep the thanergy as armor

the beast can inhabit anything it's thanergetically connected to it via their death

like that which they kill

they travel as river projections

they have agents, which he describes like the borg in star trek

individual forms connected to its hive

the whole lyctor thing, having a necromancer's ability with a cav's training to take over the body, seems to be a key to fighting these things

because the necro part goes down into the river to do the thing and the cav can take over the defense of the body

this, I think, could be what we saw harrow doing in the prologue, the projection thing

but harrow's body isn't protected, because she's "lyctor lite"

because there's hope for gideon or so help me john

which might be why yandere twin was telling her she would not be guarded if she did what she was about to do

I am very intrigued as to what harrow will come to know to push her to do what she did

also, she got stabbed, so I'd like to know if she's fine

but we have 0 guarantees of anything over here in the mithrandir or whatever

the emperor's bolthole

god, what has gideon done to me

they say the point of the combat is to throw the beast's soul into the abyss and hope it doesn't come back

that's what I've been trying to do with not!dulcinea all this time

ALSO still no camilla

see you next time and thank you for not hating the length of these things ♥

#luly reacts to tlt #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #long post #gif cw

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somewhereincairparavel · 5 months ago

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🪸 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼 Percy Jackson headcanons starring Elora! (An island and summer girl at heart!) 🪸 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

Thank you @sequinsnstars for reigniting my interest in this series. It's time I did a remake!

I know everyone is just thinking "why did you have yourself be a camper in camp Jupiter if you hate camp Jupiter so much?" Well. I exist in camp Jupiter because I want to spite everyone who gave Jason a hard time there 😤

Anyways, I had no claiming in Camp Jupiter, the moment I stepped foot onto the campus with the 7, a huge shiny blue trident appeared over my head, the storm clouds were huddling together to form a storm, and all that typical dramatic Poseidon shenanigans. I think that kinda cemented that I was officially a part of camp half blood now??The claiming actually made me feel good? Because Poseidon chose to be extra dramatic and made sure to do it when basically everyone at camp was inside the huge campus, so basically everyone stopped what they were doing to like, stare in curiosity.

Because in Camp Jupiter, I never received any positive kind of attention yk? Neptune was considered bad luck, so I was basically receiving the child of hades treatment, but the Roman version.

As a legacy of Athena and Hermes (thank you to my moots for helping me figure this out!) I naturally get along with them very well.

@gentlehue would SO teach me how to grow plants, and I'll help her water them 😤💅 Cynthia I'd definitely give you potted flowers every time I run into you 🩷

I swear the Aphrodite children are SO superficially judged by people in camp sometimes :/ I'd defend my pretty babies from harassment and gossip any day fr (@sequinsnstars @auroraofthesun)

Also dear Aphrodite children, I love makeup and would spend hours in your cabin with you drowning in lip gloss. Y'all would be the best teachers for my make-up lessons.

Percy and I have beds facing diagonal to each other, while Tyson sleeps in the bottom bunk. We have fun game nights all the time omgg.

I have pictures of my happy times in Rome stick on my board (‘happy times’ translate to pictures w my bb boy Jason Grace since we were kids and he has them stuck too awh 🥹)

Since I'm an Athena legacy, I always tease Annabeth and Percy that “I'm related to BOTH of them” and also, they make me pick sides when they're annoying e/o by saying “cmon family sticks together!”

I would be great buddies with Castor and Pollux (let's pretend they're both happy and alive) and would always reassure them that Dionysus kids don't deserve to be called “lazy and useless” bc THEY DON'T.

Speaking of which, Dionysus rolled his eyes at my dramatic claiming muttering “another useless sea urchin that provides nothing but high attitude to our camp” 😭 bro didn't even Hesitate

I feel like I wouldn't get along with Ares children that much. Neptune children are known for their high temper (with Neptune representing the ‘violent and turbulent’ side of the ocean, unlike Poseidon who represents the positive sides of it) and it would totally clash with Ares kids tbh. Frank Zhang, however, is the biggest exception!

I have these moments where Annabeth is just so used to calling Percy “seaweed brain” and teasing him about being oblivious that she forgets that I'm an Athena legacy aswell and just assumes I'm not that smart. (Not implying that she thinks Percy's dumb, but her teasing kinda gets to her head sometimes) and i have to snap back with some quick smart response to remind her that lol

am considerably close to Nico, because I already knew him at camp Jupiter, and we kinda had a small heart to heart about how terribly we were both treated because of our parentage. Of course, that closeness continued in camp half blood as well.

I'm the closest to Kayla and Will in the apollo cabin because they almost always are the ones who treat my injuries (and @auroraofthesun too because you're an Apollo legacy!)

I have a Pegasus that I took with me from Camp Jupiter, his name is ‘Alga’ (meaning, ‘seaweed’ in Latin) he's steel blue with a grayish tint. I didn't get a Pegasus of my own like Reyna did, but more rather, I came across one who followed me around, and i adopted it without telling anyone but Jason about it while I was at camp. He thought it was sweet and didn't snitch on me or even tell Reyna <3

And Yes, Alga and blackjack are buds. And yes they do roast us, and yes we do understand them.Also, just like how Demeter kids hate when flowers are being plucked from their roots, and how Percy hates aquariums because they confine sea creatures, I hate it when people take too many seashells from the beach. (irl I actually love seashells and used to collect them, but I've heard taking too many spoils the ecosystem in a way, and realistically if I am in the pjoverse, that would naturally make me dislike it)

But I do love making sand castles and attachingseashells on them, because I'm not taking them with me right? It's just gonna stay there. I can have fun in an eco friendly way lolzAnd I prefer keeping fake seashells made of ceramic and stuff as decor to maintain my aesthetic

Me and Percy can communicate underwater, but to other people, it would sound like we are speaking gibberish. He was ECSTATIC when he discovered this new made-up sea language ability lmao

Also, we are both in-charge of cleaning the ocean if it gets too dirty, so we have “chores days” where we dive in, and clean every ounce of harmful algae. And tending to sick sea animals.My nickname is ‘Kelp head’ because I have extremely wavy hair that's shaped like kelp. I've had that nickname ever since my time at camp Jupiter!I'm extremely competitive at capture the flag! Because of that Roman wild war blood in me, I just can't help but take it kinda seriously. I feel like Percy's way more chill when it comes to this lol

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hogwartsandhawkins · 1 year ago

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Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 12: Don't Be A Stranger

If you need to catch up here's the masterlist

Summary: Apparently... Jess has new plans for Christmas

Warnings: Mentions of Neil (gross), crude language, cursing, Neil being homophobic if you squint, Billy being a little shit. I think that's it, but as always, let me know if I missed something.

Word Count: 4.8K

Author's Note: I'm so sorry I've been MIA for so long but I'm officially back from my month and a half vacation! TBH I've missed you guys and hope you all enjoy!

“You chaperoning tonight?” Steve walked with Jess toward the parking lot from the gym as they left practice much earlier than usual. The coaches considered this an “early Christmas present” but ensured the basketball team would be having practice a week before school started again in January. The Snow Ball had been the talk of this school week even if it was only meant for the middle schoolers. However, it had also been an excuse for the high schoolers to throw their own parties or get-togethers, not to mention it marked the beginning of winter break, something everyone, including Jess, was looking forward to.

“Not this year, you?” Jess already knew the answer. Steve never enjoyed that kind of thing, and even if he did, both Nancy and Jonathan would be there tonight, which would have made him want to change his plans.

Steve shook his head but added, “I’m helpin’ mini-Harrison with his hair tonight though and droppin’ him off tonight.”

“Who? Dustin?”

“Hell yeah Dustin. He’s gonna kill it tonight, I know it.” Jess laughed at the thought of Steve combing another teenager’s hair for them.

“So what are your plans tonight then?” Jess contemplated this question. She wasn’t sure whether she would start on the tedious task Mr. Crowley assigned both her and Billy as Billy probably wouldn’t want to spend his first night of freedom studying. Considering the night it was, she was sure that Hargrove already had plans. She then looked out into the lot and saw him leaning against the familiar blue car, cigarette already placed in his mouth of course. Max was there as well, which surprised Jess since their practice was released 20 minutes after Max’s school was.

“Uhm, maybe get a head start on some schoolwork. I’m not sure really.” She kept her eyes on Billy though, hoping that maybe that would change.

“Lame.” Steve teased. He continued to walk with Jess, passing his own car as he did so.

“Uh wasn’t that-“

“I thought I’d walk you. Besides Max is there,” was all he said, keeping his eyes on the pair in front of them now, eyeing Billy skeptically as he walked up. “You excited for tonight, kid? You’re first one, right?”

Max beamed up at Steve, clutching her board as she responded, “Oh yeah, can’t wait, especially since Henderson said you’d be doing his hair again, and that went soooo well last time.” Steve cringed at the memory of two weeks ago, which was described to Jess as a wreck. Dustin apparently was adamant about doing it himself, as he was a hands-on learner apparently, and it ended with screaming from spraying product right in his eye and a small chunk of hair being ripped out due to his hair tangling in the comb, which Dustin swore was due to him balding.

“Yeah well, I’ll be doing it tonight… I think.” Steve began to stare down Billy again who was also looking at him intently, blowing smoke straight at Steve when he glanced over at him.

Steve aggressively waved his hand once to get most of the smoke away from him, annoyed by the gesture. “Harrington.” Billy nodded his direction once Steve was able to get most of the smoke out of his face.

“Hargrove.” They stared at each other for a moment longer when Steve continued, “Guessing you got big plans tonight,” he prodded, insinuating he would be partying with Tommy and Carol, as the pair were always up to something during the Snow Ball.

Billy swiped his teeth with his tongue as he crushed his red with his boot, smirking to himself when he looked down to ensure it was fully put out. “Don’t really know, Harrington. Depends on what this one wants to do.” He gestured toward Jess, which caused Steve to shift uncomfortably, not enjoying the thought of Jess spending as much time as she had been with Hargrove. Steve rolled his eyes at this, being the first to break the staring, and directed his attention back to Max.

“See you when I drop Henderson off. Don’t have too much fun.” He directed his last statement to Jess, shoving her arm lightly as he finished his sentence, flashing her a smile of acceptance to lighten the mood. He made sure to give Billy one last look of disapproval, though, before he turned back in the direction of his own car, shaking his head as he left them.

Jess sighed as she watched her best friend leave. She had made it a point to hang out with Steve more this week, as there wasn’t much for her and Billy to do for their shared reading and she felt as if she had been blowing him off more the past week. However, she felt guilty when she would sometimes imagine what Billy was doing during her moments with Steve.

Considering his failed relationship with Nancy, a relationship that he sacrificed a decent amount of his friends for, she knew he needed her in a way. And the feeling was mutual. He had been the one person she could turn to after the haunting incidents from a year ago and again just a couple months ago. She knew she could never lose Steve. And yet, here she was, spending time with the one person Steve couldn’t stand. Throughout the week Steve had come to accept her and Billy’s strange partnership, which Jess always defended with, “we may as well get along for the project” or “he hasn’t been a total ass yet” occasionally sprinkled in their conversations.

This thought also irritated Jess. She wasn’t able to do right by Steve, her best friend since moving to this town, when she secretly enjoyed Billy’s company. And she couldn’t do right by Billy, a boy who over the past weeks had shown just how great of a friend he could be when she constantly undermined his character around Steve. She began to realize she was running out of time, that she would have to be truthful eventually, and that she was on the verge of hurting someone’s feelings. But just like cleaning out her closet, she decided to push this task for later. After all, she wasn’t exactly lying, was she?

“Okay, Jess, I’m in.” Max’s voice ripped her from her thoughts as she turned back around to face the passenger side of Billy’s vehicle.

“Oh, right.” Jess lowered herself in the seat, placing her bag on the floor of the car as she closed her door softly. Billy still had a smirk plastered on his face as he too watched Steve walk toward his car, but it fell when he shifted his head to Jess who was looking at him, mildly annoyed.

“What?”

“I know you’re just trying to piss him off.”

“You don’t know shit, Jess.” Billy gave her a teasing smile as he reached toward the glove box to retrieve his Ray Bans.

“I know he really doesn’t like you.”

“Yeah, well.” He placed the glass on the bridge of his nose and pulled out of his parking spot, unphased by Jess’s statement. Jess tsked at his nonchalant behavior rolling her eyes slightly, turning up the radio for background music. “So what are you doing tonight, Logan? You’re not one of those freaks who chaperone are you?”

Jess nudged his arm harder than intended. “I used to be, thank you very much. But no, not this year.”

Billy laughed at how offended she was. “I’m just sayin’ I don’t understand why any normal teenager would want to spend their night doing that.”

“It’s not that bad. It’s actually kind of nice.”

“Whatever you say, princess. You know, we haven’t broken in your ‘new’ TV yet.” Billy began to raise his eyebrows at her. “Let me take you to Family Video and actually pick out a good movie.”

“I actually already watched Sixteen Candles this week in my room. So it is broken in.”

“Without me?” Billy pretended to be hurt by this fact, gasping at the end of his question for effect. “After I moved it to your room and everything?”

“You don’t even like that movie.”

“I do!” Max spoke up from behind them, leaning in closer to the middle console as she scooted her body closer to their seats.

Jess turned to face her, smiling triumphantly as she addressed her. “Well then maybe we should have a movie night.” She then eyed Billy smugly, insinuating he was the one who had shit taste in movies. Max bounced excitedly at the thought of this, realizing that she would have all the free time in the world this winter break.

“Alright Logan, you let me pick one movie, and the rest can be all the corny chick flicks and sci-fi shit you pick out.”

The three of them pulled into the Mayfield/Hargrove driveway, Billy turning off the ignition before turning to Jess. “Wanna come in for a bit, need to pick up my wallet and drop the kid off to get ready for the Shit Ball.” He flicked Max’s forehead as he said the last part, earning his hand a loud swat from Max.

“The Snow Ball.”

“Whatever.” Jess once again rolled her eyes at their bickering and left the car, but before Jess could position the passenger seat to allow Max to leave comfortably, she instead climbed the middle console as she normally did in the mornings and stepped on the seat before crawling out. “Aye, watch the shoes shitbird.” Max ignored him, walking into the house first with her skateboard in hand. Jess and Billy quickly followed, Billy holding the door for them, closing it once they were all inside. Max quickly retreated to her room, Billy leading Jess to his.

Billy walked straight to his mirror, which stood next to a table that had an assortment of colognes and an ashtray. His wallet was placed next to the tray. Billy thumbed through it to make sure its contents were still there and turned to see Jess standing by his dresser, eyeing what appeared to be a photo album. “Ah shit, forgot to put that away.” He began to grab for it, but instead of putting it away as he first intended, he opened it in front of her. “I guess I did promise to show you California, huh?”

Billy flipped through the album and within seconds made it to pictures of his favorite beach. It looked exactly as Billy described last weekend. The sand looked so soft like it couldn’t possibly burn your feet even if you stepped on it on the hottest day. The ocean was crystal blue, white foam collecting at the edge where it met the shore. Jess looked at the picture at the bottom left and saw the same beach, but this time a beautiful woman was standing in the middle, smiling as bright as the sun that caused her to shield her eyes when taking the shot.

“Is that…”

“My mom,” Billy confirmed. He stared at the picture with Jess, his face still as stone.

“You look a lot like her,” Jess replied softly, afraid that the comparison would make him uncomfortable. Billy nodded his head. He knew this already. Everyone said it.

Except Neil.

“Yeah…” he whispered, his head nod accompanied by a melancholy smile. Jess turned the page slowly, allowing Billy time to stop her if he felt the need to. When the page was flipped, what she found instead of the same beach were birthday pictures, a young Billy posed in almost every one of them. She looked at the middle picture on the right page and saw Billy smiling behind a cake with five candles lit in a circle. The color of the frosting caught Jess’s attention, as it was a strange shade of purple with random blue streaks hidden in spots of the cake.

“You like purple as a kid?”

“What?”

“Your cake.” Jess watched as Billy’s eyes made his way toward the same picture, and then he began to shake his head.

“No, uh, my favorite frosting’s strawberry.” He began to run his index finger over the cake lightly before pulling away again. “But, you know, strawberry frosting’s pink. And my dad didn’t like that so much. Made my mom fix it. She was tryna turn it blue.” Billy then turned the page and directed Jess to another cake, this time it was a shade of bright red and had six candles that were not yet lit. “My dad didn’t like the purple too much either but said it was better than nothing.” He then let out a sad laugh as he kept his attention on the new cake.

“But the next year my mom changed the color. Perfected it, I guess. That’s kind of why red’s my favorite color now, got used to it every year.” However, this wasn’t entirely the case. The truth was, though he did favor red when buying certain clothing and objects for his room, he would much rather be able to say that pink was his favorite. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was due to the fact that he wasn’t allowed the color in his life. Maybe it was the way that he was envious Max was allowed it though she was able to choose not to like it. But he chose red, just like his mother did, and that would have to be enough.

Before Jess could figure out how to respond to this, Billy began to navigate effortlessly through the pages again, where he found more recent pictures of himself and other teenagers who looked around his age at the same beach he showed her earlier. They stayed for a moment as he pointed out certain pictures and memories before he grabbed the album and plopped it on his bed, nodding toward it, indicating she should go sit. He went to the opposite side dropping himself down as well as he moved the album closer to the pair. Billy propped his upper half with his left elbow, his lower half draped off the right side of the bed. His head would have been on her lap if he hadn’t been holding himself up, making Jess shift nervously. They continued to look at pictures of the beach before Billy changed positions, allowing his eyes to meet hers.

“So whatya think now, Logan, east coast or west coast.” Jess looked away from the pictures and down at Billy, who was already giving her a smug grin, looking up at her with a glint in his eye.

“Mmm…” Jess then shrugged her right shoulder forward, rocking the upper half back and forth, teasing her uncertainty, “I guess California isn’t too bad.”

Billy turned himself once again, facing the album, his arm now brushing against Jess’s leg as he continued to flip through the pages with his other hand. There were now pictures of carnival rides and games. Behind most of these pictures was a beach, but it was much more crowded than the beach Billy had been showing her.

“Santa Cruz beach boardwalk,” Billy said as he continued to turn the pages. Lots of pictures were taken here, many of which had what looked to be an 8 or 9-year-old Billy throughout them. There was only one of what looked to be a younger Neil, still sporting the same mustache he had now. Unlike his son, he wasn’t smiling as he barely wrapped his arm around Billy for the picture. “My mom always wanted to visit the Bay Area.”

They continued to look through the pictures, Billy attempting to only show her the pictures of things to do in the state of California and avoid pictures of his family and childhood home. It wasn’t until Billy glanced down at his wrist to look at the time when they decided to leave his room. “Better get goin’ if I’m picking the movie tonight, huh?” Billy playfully smacked Jess’s leg as he began to pull himself off the bed. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his keys, jingling them in his hand as he made his way to his bedroom door. Jess left the album open on the bed as she followed him out of the room, both of them walking out the front door together.

Billy walked toward the passenger door as he began to make a habit of opening it for Jess when she was riding with him. She remembered when she used to be annoyed by the gesture, but now she realized that she rather enjoyed it, allowing him to shut the door for her when she was secured inside. When he entered the car as well, he quickly peeled out of the driveway, ensuring they were no longer driving on Cherry Lane when Neil’s vehicle pulled in.

They pulled into the parking lot for Family Video in record time, Billy wasting no time as he promptly exited the car. He began rounding the front of the Camaro but stopped when he watched Jess open her own door and exit just as quickly. Jess noticed where he was standing and looked back at the door before looking at Billy again.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Didn’t I say I was a gentleman?”

“Eh. You’re kind of on and off with it.” Jess smiled back at him as he shook his head.

“Smart ass.”

Billy walked closely behind Jess as they entered the store, making a point to open the door for her before they did. She began to look around the store, beginning to walk toward the left. However, Billy grabbed her arm and began to steer her to the right of the store. “Wrong way, princess.” She looked in the direction of where he was leading her, and her eyes began to widen as she saw the section they were entering.

“Absolutely not!”

“Ah come on. I’ll be right there.”

“Yeah. That makes me feel soooo much better.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He let go of her arm and began thumbing through the horror movies, looking around to try and find something more interesting than what was already in front of him. He then looked over at Jess again, still expecting an answer to her earlier statement.

“You seem like the type to try and scare me even more than the movie is going to.”

“You should learn to trust me a little more, Logan.” He then held up two tapes and faced them toward her. “How about I let you choose.” Jess was now looking at Friday the 13th and Halloween II.

“How about…” She mocked the way he spat out his last sentence “… neither.” After what happened in Hawkins, she would have thought her fear of horror movies would have subsided, that nothing could beat the fear of what she witnessed both last and this year. It was only a week before Halloween that Steve also attempted to watch Halloween II with her and Nancy, and instead of Nancy cuddling up to Steve as he intended, she was allowing Jess to hide behind her as she refused to look at the screen. Steve looked only slightly put out the rest of the movie, earning Jess the nickname “cock-block” for the rest of the week.

“Alright then, smart ass.” He put back Halloween II, the movie Jess would have picked if she really had to, considering she had already “seen” it, and held the other tape in his right hand, beginning to steer Jess to the front counter with his left.

“Are we really gonna watch that?”

“I’ll let you pick out the snacks.”

“Great...”

Billy successfully added the rented movie to his family’s account and the two of them left, Jess shuffling her feet a bit slower than usual, slightly less excited for tonight, not wanting to seem incredibly lame for her inability to watch the screen as the movie Billy picked out played.

As they left the parking lot, Billy drove passed the mini-mart everyone usually picked out snacks for a movie from Family Video, and instead began in the direction of the grocery store on the other side of town. Jess began to turn her head toward the mini-mart and began to open her mouth before Billy quickly interrupted.

“Can’t go there. The guy won’t sell to me.”

“Won’t sell to… what do you mean ‘won’t sell to you’?”

Billy just gave her a mischievous grin and turned his attention back to the road. Jess then scoffed. “You really think we’re gonna be drinking in my room with my parents in the same house?”

“Relax… it’s just for me. Unless you actually wanted some. Then whatever.” Jess just shook her head in response, failing to hide her smile as she pretended to disapprove.

They arrived at the grocery store where Billy apparently had the “hookup”, a middle-aged man who looked like he would rather be anywhere else but there. Billy quickly went after a six-pack of American Colonial and then turned to Jess. “Whatever you want, princess.”

“Whatever I want.” Jess repeated back, reassuring Billy that she will be getting just that. Considering that she would be forced to watch a movie that would cause Billy to tease her for the rest of Christmas break, she figured he owed her. She made her way to the candy isle first, grabbing a few Charleston chews bars and then a Twix bar. She handed these over to Billy, freeing up her hands as she walked over to the chips and crackers isle, grabbing a bag of Doritos and a package of room-temperature microwave popcorn. “You’re lucky I have drinks at the house,” she stated smugly and began walking toward the register Billy pointed out to her earlier.

“Is that everything…” The middle-aged man, apparently named Brian, asked with a monotone voice.

“Yup,” Billy responded, not looking back at the man until he slid his cash out of his wallet and handed it to him.

“One thirty-two is…”

“You can keep it big guy.” Billy grabbed the bag and the six-pack from the side of the register, nodding at Brian as he turned to leave.

“Yippie…” Jess heard Brian sigh as they walked away.

The ride to Cherry Lane was longer as this grocery store was not on the same side of town as their neighborhood was. When they eventually made it back home, it was beginning to get dark, which made Jess slightly anxious.

“Shit, I think dinner’s done…” Jess began as she unclicked her seat belt and reached for the door handle. The original plan, as described by Billy, was for him to drop her and the goods off, park his Camaro back at his house, and wait a few hours before climbing her roof to her window. However, she looked back at Billy with something else in mind. “Do you… wanna maybe come in? For dinner I mean. I don’t think my parents will care. You can still come back later tonight.”

Billy looked at her for a few moments, watching her nervously shift as she asked this question. It caused him to smile. If he were to tell her the truth, he would say how much he enjoyed the first time he ate dinner with her and her family, and how she would never have to ask if he wanted to do it again. All she would have to do was tell him he was welcome to.

Instead, he dropped his smile and shrugged nonchalantly, looking away from her and to her front door. “I mean, I guess.”

“You don’t have to if…” Billy was already out of the car, unwilling to have her finish that sentence.

“Let’s get to it, Logan.” Billy was at her car door again, opening it as she grabbed the plastic bag from her feet. When her door was closed, she noticed that he had taken the six-pack out of the car with him.

“You said that was for you!” She whispered harshly at him.

“It is. For tonight.” He winked at her and positioned the pack at the bottom of the bag, covering it with the rest of the snacks. “Why do you think I asked for your shit to be double-bagged?”

“Dammit, Billy.”

“Better hurry upstairs.” He winked again, nudging her with his shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll distract them. They love me.”

He was right. For some strange reason, they had taken a major liking to him, especially since the TV incident. And to her dismay, her mother refused to stop talking about how Billy Hargrove was such a ‘nice boy’.

Yeah. Right.

Jess swiftly unlocked the front door and made her way to the stairs, movie in one hand, the now heavy plastic bag in the other.

“Hey mom, I’m just gonna-“

“Oh hi, hun. Oh and Billy! What a wonderful surprise! Dinner’s about ready if you’re hungry dear.”

Billy had obviously occupied her parents without even trying, giving Jess an ample amount of time to stash the bag before either of her parents even wondered what she had. When she made her way back downstairs Billy gave her a chum smile, accompanied by another wink as he made his way to the dining room.

“Told you,” he whispered just loud enough for Jess to hear, both Mr. and Mrs. Logan scrambling around the kitchen.

“Shut up.”

Dinner tonight was made up of skirt steak, Mrs. Logan’s famous garlic mashed potatoes as served last time Billy stayed for dinner, and an assortment of roasted vegetables. As usual, it was amazing. The silence that accompanied the occasional sound of silverware clanking against porcelain was soon interrupted by Mrs. Logan.

“Oh! Billy!” Mrs. Logan took a drink from her wine glass before continuing as she captured the rest of the table’s attention. “So my husband has been talking to your father…” she smiled at Mr. Logan, missing Billy’s cringe at the mention of his dad. “They’ve been doing a lot of that at the bank, and the topic of Christmas came up.” She was now looking back at Billy and Jess, both their expressions confused.

Mr. Logan cleared his throat, nodding as he was beginning to remember the conversation his wife was alluding to. “Right. So we normally do Christmas Eve with the Harrington’s and their boy Steve. He’s actually on the basketball team as well, I’m sure you know him.”

The same mischievous smile from the car came back as he looked over at Jess quickly before turning his attention to her father. “Oh yeah. Harrington. We’re great friends.”

“Oh good. Figured you would be.” Billy glanced over at Jess again as she cleared her throat. “Well we were thinking, since your family is new into town, you guys live practically next door, and since you, Steve, and Jess seem to be friends, I invited your family over for Christmas Eve as well. We just do dinner and-“

Mr. Logan was interrupted by Jess choking on her steak. She reached out for her water and chugged a bit, clearing her airways before looking at her dad. Billy was covering his smile with his hand, his elbow propped up on the table, attempting to look unphased.

“Sorry,” Jess coughed out. “D- do you think we’ll have enough room? I mean, we don’t have that many chairs and-“

“Oh don’t be silly, it’ll be fine. Besides, the table extends and I’m sure we’ll find some other chairs upstairs," Mrs. Logan butt in. Billy remembered the room upstairs with all the old, mismatched furniture, and wondered if any of those chairs would be in any condition to be sat on, considering most were missing legs.

“Alright,” Jess said in a small voice, pushing her food around with her fork. It wasn’t the idea of having Billy over for Christmas Eve that made her uneasy, rather, the fact that she would be having Billy over for Christmas Eve with Steve Harrington. It will be a whole evening. A whole evening of Harrington and Hargrove in the same house. At the same table. And she would be in the middle of it.

The vexatious glint in his eye was still there as he removed his hand from in front of his mouth and looked back and forth between her parents. “That sounds great. Can’t wait.” He then smiled over at Jess before bringing back his attention to his food and began to eat again. “By the way Mrs. Logan, dinner is amazing.”

Jess continued to sneak annoyed glances at Billy, who was smugly eating his dinner, apparently amused at what just happened. When everything was finished and both Billy and Jess brought the remaining dishes back to the kitchen, Billy once again spoke up.

“Thank you so much for tonight, but I should get going soon. Again, Mrs. Logan, dinner was great.”

“Well thank you for stopping by, don’t be a stranger!” Mrs. Logan called out to him.

Billy strutted his way back to Jess, who was standing at the landing of her stairs by the entryway. As he reached out for the doorknob, he looked down at Jess, towering over her until he bent down so his lips were just at her ear.

“See you tonight, gorgeous.”

@nix-rose @fandom-princess-forevermore @ooo---hazelgrimm---ooo @axionn @defenslessheart-main @the-lost-are-ignored

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fookinstevienicks · 4 days ago

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doctor odyssey 1x06 I Always Cry at Weddings livebog

cw: suicide

spoilers below the cut

god i love the structure of the episodes with the passengers coming through the blue tunnel with the weekly theme appropriate videos playing

why is the wedding party boarding in their wedding outfits? are they going straight to the ceremony? why am i even asking. they're doing it for the Aesthetique™️

this woman is literally every white girl i went to high school with

captain massey loves love. i love captain dad

how is he supposed to know where your mother is, bratleigh?

vaginismus 2 electric boogaloo lmao. vaginismus is the It Girl on ABC

MAX SAT ON THE BED WITH THEM WHILE THEY'RE ATTACHED AT THE COOCHIE WHY ARE YOU SO AWKWARD

max what made you think that himbo would know the scientific name of a rare strain of ringworm?

he absolutely is a complete jackass and he will not handle it and as medical professionals you should do it yourselves and you should also know that as medical professionals come ON

oh avery you are not very over it

i know bratleigh's mama voted for trump. i know she did

the only members of the wedding party i remember the names of are bennett and deyja

thank you for repeating your name so much eric so i can remember it

bratleigh is Lisa but i'ma keep calling her bratleigh until further notice

this is one of the best depictions of a panic attack i've ever seen on tv. "i have seen bad things. real bad things. and this is not one of them." like. this show is so stupid and so absolutely lovely at the same time.

what's your mommy gonna do bratleigh? it's ringworm

AVERY. NOT A GREAT STRATEGY. bratleigh is 100% going to turn on you like a rabid weasel.

and there it is. but that passive aggressive shade was A++ no notes

this scene of Eric in the dark blue hall with the beam of light shining on that awful cake is gorgeous. even the cake is less ugly.

if i didn't already know what happens i'd be really concerned about why he's walking around in his tuxedo but it's just so sad

the quick cut to black on an exhalation of breath is chilling. this is extremely well done. i'm impressed, stupid boat show (affectionate)

they had sensors that caught someone falling off the boat just a few episodes ago but not now?

thank you for asking the question captain i appreciate the exposition genuinely

i love how captain massey is a lifelong sailor but he's not hardened or unempathetic or macho. he's openly weeping in front of all of his passengers over the death of one of them. it would have been so easy for him to be a salty sea dog stereotype. don johnson you are doing a fucking fabulous job

i love my found boat family. i love captain dad.

oh mama. i'm sorry for calling you a trump voter.

all of these people ignoring how they and everyone around them feels to maintain an illusion created and imposed on them by white supremacist heteronormativity. repression don't help nobody including y'all.

i cannot believe they're breaking into wedding cake. i mean i also don't blame them. no reason to waste a perfectly good cake. also why am i pretending i don't think that's exactly what they would do i watch this show. just please don't let captain dad catch them he'd be so disappointed and i can't handle it

and now we're making bucketlists. see they can set goals for character development to tell interesting stories. (make a note timothy minear)

i love that tristan's nickname for max is doctor odyssey.

Tristan's bucketlist: kitesurf. you live on a cruise ship how have you not already taken an excursion to do that. that's more surprising than the threesome thing tbh. there's a whole pandemic avery and people don't wash their hands much less their everything else break a world record a dog, and a house on the beach fall in love and get married - boy with mommy issues just wants a family tristan we gon get you so loved in this developing throuple threeway

Avery's bucketlist: see the world be a doctor to know herself perform - looking forward to the philippa soo musical episode I HOPE YOU BUUUUUUUURN threesome

even if i didn't already know where this is going i'd know where this is going. this show is extremely unsubtle

Max's bucketlist: to see the world fall in love have kids for his life to have meaning a good threesome because he already had a bad one and everyone in this scene is pretending joshua jackson has not been a grade-A hottie for literally longer than tristan has been alive

eliza schuyler hamilton you slut

i'm sorry you have philippa soo looking at you like that with her leg over the arm of the couch you stop asking questions

AND IMMEDIATE CUT TO SUICIDE HOTLINE INFO OMG

i know they didn't mean it to be funny but i'm sorry it IS okay it's objectively funny that they cut from an extremely sexy threesome to the suicide hotline card. you know i'm right. YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT

on my momma Gay Week is going to be the most fun i have for the next four years

#doctor odyssey #doctor odyssey spoilers #cw: suicide

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mushiemellows · 6 months ago

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Okay. Okay. In light of the opla news, here is genuinely how I think opla s2 is going to break down (I know everyone has made post like this and I probably have at some point in the past too, but this is my predictions.)

I genuinely don’t think they’re going to do Alabasta. They could do a speed run of enter the grand line to get there, but I don’t think they’ll do that, if the pace of s1 was an indicator. There’s a few reasons but tbh I think the biggest is politics? If I was a Netflix exec and someone asked me to approve a script RIGHT NOW politically, and the script was about resource exploitation in the Middle East, I would uhhh probably reject it. I honestly think they’re going to do Loguetown through Drum Kingdom and leave it there for the moment.

So it would go:

Ep1: Loguetown that uses the character moments to catch us up to speed, get the audience reacquainted with the straw hats, plus smoker, plus put buggy and Alvida back on the board. Smart money is on a barto cameo. If they take their time, really cycle through everyone, episode will prob end with Luffy on the stand. (Smoker gets the logo treatment since buggy already got one lol)

Ep2: escape Loguetown -> reverse mountain -> early laboon. Again, hindsight will add a lot to this, at minimum we’re getting another binks no sake Easter egg, if not a full blown human brook cameo. Episode ends somewhere about 2/3 of the way through them in the whale. I could see them padding this quite a bit, just knowing all we know now. (Laboon gets the logo? Maybe??? I could see them giving it to Roger or Crocus too)

Ep3: Leave Laboon-> a lot of vivi plot -> enter whiskey peak. Party sequence. Start of the night attacks, high tension, zoro fighting the town drawn out into a huge sequence. Like a big ass choreo moment. Probably ends on the “luffy vs zoro” cliffhanger. (Vivi gets the logo)

Ep4: if if if they’re smart, they’re going to have robin in whiskey peak early, not necessarily introduced with Higaram’s assassination attempt. This episode would be quite a lot of her. Rest of the whiskey peak fights, the full baroque works breakdown, the miss all Sunday intro, leaving town, AND her giving the Alabasta vs little garden deal. I think if they’re writing this the way I think they might, she’ll either follow them to little garden OR she’ll be at Drum Kingdom, just to keep her around a bit longer. Like really drive it in that she’s spying on them. (Robin gets the logo)

Ep 5+6: little garden. I don’t think they can do it in 45 minutes, I think they need both parts. (Big brain move with the logo treatments to have one be Dorry and one be Broggy). This is pretty straightforward, idk. Excited to see zoro cut his legs off. Here’s also the start of the crocodile breadcrumbs, but I can see them using Robin as the face of baroque works a little more to utilize the actress.

Ep 7+8: drum island. This way, they only have to animate chopper for 2 episodes, 7 will probably get the basics of the backstory, and 8 will have the rest of how hiriluk dies. We could possibly see some Blackbeard info here. I’m still team “detective pikachu” style chopper. End the season on the Sakura tree happy note, set up early Alabasta. (Chopper gets one logo, Hiriluk or Kureha gets the other) Wapol as the big bad sucks though which is why I can see them injecting either more BW, Smoker, or Blackbeard into Drum.

I think the is season is going to feel a lot like season 1 did, like they’ll have the quick pace of going to a bunch of places the first portion, then 2 longer stories. But I don’t think they’re actually doing Alabasta properly. Also, I think we’ll pull back from Buggy and Garp, but they’ll still have their moments.

I’m pretty firm that I don’t think they’ll ever get past skypeia (a fact that makes me sob for the loss of opla franky but it would be a MIRACLE if we ever even got to w7. But I could see them doing it if they distilled seasons 3 and 4 in a certain manner. I just don’t think it’s likely, knowing how many years this’ll all take at the pace Netflix makes shows. Can talk more about this if someone asks lol). I’d love to be surprised tho.

If they’re still in casting, plus accounting for the writing hiccup of the writers strike in preproduction, we’re probably looking at a late summer 2026 release? It’s a Loooooot of cg though, between Luffy, chopper, little garden, and drum kingdom.

#anyway that’s my thoughts on that

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newtonsheffield · 10 months ago

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Edwina corrupting a Duke’s daughter… that’s so on brand tbh

I’m not sure it’s corruption. Edwina has had a tiny crush on Lady Josephine Bagwell since they met in her first year of boarding school. Josie is a few years older than Edwina, She’s 25 when they meet again, and she’s never really… allowed herself to acknowledge the fact that she was attracted to women.

She’s… confused honestly, when her eyes lock with Edwina’s, no Princess Edwina’s, as she curtseys in front of her and suddenly her dress feels too tight. Her stomach dropped as Edwina smiled at her, turning to the person who’d been about to whisper in her ear who the person in front of her and winked.

“Not to worry, Jonathan.” She smiled as she turned back to Josie and Josie’s heart stirred, “Lady Josephine Bagwell. It’s good to see you again, Josie.”

Edwina didn’t look different now, necessarily. She’d been… maybe 15 when Josie had last seen her and Josie had thought she was a sweet, when she’d been assigned as a sort of… big sister to a group of first year girls, Edwina included. She hadn’t thought about her in years, well, no more than any of the rest of the country had. She’d listened a little curiously to the exploits of the Princess as she’d gone through uni and been seen leaving parties, her arms wrapped around other women, their lips locked together.

She’d grown into a beautiful woman, that much was pretty undeniable and Josie had no idea why noticing that fact here and now made her want to crawl out of her skin.

“Your Highness, It’s been a long time.”

“Ah yes, I’m all grown up now.” Edwina clicked her tongue, “I rarely cry mascara all over the school blouses of pretty girls anymore.”

She didn’t know why that made her stomach flip. “Is it possible it’s because you aren’t at school anymore? Though I suppose Princesses might have much more access to school blouses than us common folk.”

Edwina laughed and the noise fluttered through Josie’s entire body, “It could be that, it could be. Usually when I’m with pretty girls now though: I’m not the one crying out.”

Josie felt her mouth drop open in surprise, speechless and before she could think of anything to splutter out the princess had smile and cleared her throat, “Lovely to see you, Lady Josephine.”

Josie stumbled away from the receiving line and she’s honestly not sure at that point, if she wants to see Her Royal Highness ever again. But even so she can’t help staring at her across the room. And she tells herself it’s only because she’s a princess. She’s only curious. But deep down she doesn’t know.

#bodyguard au #edwina x josie

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 2 years ago

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Hey, Im in love with the MM ‘the 1’ one shot. Broke my heart over it, please please could we have a part two, where they get back together and marry their ‘real one’ please x

< hi! i know this is way overdue and not completely what you asked for, but i sort of made a part 2, just with mason's side of the story - this love interest will eventually be the one he goes on to marry - his 'real one' x quick psa: decided to publish this one because of tonight's fwc heartbreak >

MASON MOUNT ONESHOT

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SUMMARY: “Then again, who knows? Maybe you’ll fall over in the airport and some lucky person will help you off the floor—”

Where Mason falls over in the airport and 'some lucky person' helps him up...

WARNINGS: anxieties of plane accidents in bad weather; planes; READER HAS SHE/HER PRONOUNS; fluff; Mason being a self-labelled ‘cutie pie’; tripping in the airport (no, not y/n i’m not that cliche); swearing (a given tbh)

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GIF by mountmasns

Your eyes were watching the rain pound down from the grey sky with uncovered anticipation from your seat in the waiting area. The glass windows next to your seat gave you a clear view of the miserable weather, the dark clouds and the plane you were expected to board in half an hour, though a niggling voice in the back of your mind told you that if the weather carried on like it was, there was a high chance of it being delayed.

Though, honestly, you would rather it be delayed than have to sit bravely in the seats of the plane, trying to ignore the fact that you were in a suspended container in the middle of the sky, your mind set on taunting you with images of, well…

And even though you knew you hadn’t packed accordingly to anticipate a potential delay, you’d secretly breathed a sigh of relief after the announcement came over the loudspeakers, that the flight to Greece had been delayed by four hours. The waiting room gave an audible groan, some people rolling their eyes, but it eased your anxiety significantly, knowing you wouldn’t have to board just yet.

Your friends had suffered longer waits, and there were several cafes and newsagents and shops littered around to satisfy your boredom for long enough, and you had no qualms about lugging around a small suitcase and backpack.

You were one of the first ones out there. Having guessed there was a higher chance of a delay, you’d pre-zipped up your hoodie and put on your backpack and legged it out. There was a high chance that other flights had been cancelled too, and in which case, everyone would have flooded towards the bars and cafes.

You’d made it down the steps and had just passed a bar on your right when - out of the corner of your eye - someone you recognised from your gate peeked into your eyeline, obviously having the same idea to camp out in a shop or restaurant or something. They were wearing black sport shorts and a grey hoodie, the hood pulled up to hide their features. He also wore sunglasses, RayBans.

You recognised him because you remembered thinking it was a strange choice to look so sketchy in an airport.

He was walking hurriedly, a spring in his step, and you wouldn’t have paid him much attention but he’d been glued to his phone, his attention only deterring every few seconds to check his path wasn’t blocked by stragglers. He seemed eager to be on the move, as if he was in a rush to be somewhere or perhaps his flight had dented urgent plans.

You were headed to the nearest W H Smiths, desperate to get to the good books before the surge of people whose flights had been delayed took all the good ones, and you found yourself unconsciously following the man. He’d gotten a good way in front of you, enough space between the both of you to ensure people could pass in the gap, but still close enough that you could see the back of him.

It wasn’t that you were searching for him specifically, but every time you looked up to catch the signs, he was in front of you, and with his rushing around it wasn’t very easy to not notice him.

There was a screech from behind you, and your heart stuttered, and you whipped around, eyes searching, only to find a child on sitting on the floor, looking up at their parents in the outskirts of a restaurant, the kid’s face red with emotion and defiance as hot tears streamed down their faces.

You turned back around, continuing to walk towards your destination, but almost immediately after doing so, you yelped, stumbling and trying not to step on the body sprawled on the floor, a suitcase chucked on the tiles and a phone a couple of feet away.

It was the Rushing Guy.

You tried to stop yourself from tripping over him by strengthening the grip on your suitcase to stabilise yourself.

It worked, but the body was still on the floor, groaning and slowly moving as though they were in pain.

You quickly parked your suitcase next to you and knelt down next to him, not wanting to startle him by touching him, and instead made a move to take his phone out of the way from wandering people and collect his suitcase, “Are you alright?” You asked, and upon hearing your voice, the man turned to you with surprise, his glasses skewed on his face as the arms hung from one eye, giving you a mighty view of his face.

There was a light washing of stubble decorating his chin and there was a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. His cheeks had reddened, most likely in embarrassment of having been caught falling over, and his eyes were - for lack of better word - striking. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes you’d ever seen.

He nodded, gaze first flicking to the suitcase you’d pulled up next to him, and then immediately going to the phone you’d presented to him. He took it gratefully, his glance bouncing across the corridor in some sense of panic, and scrambled to place his sunglasses back on his face.

“Thank you.” He murmured, and he tried to pull himself up, wincing slightly in pain as he did so.

You flashed him a reassuring smile, standing up with him.

There was something incredibly familiar about him, but your exhaustion from booking such an early flight clouded your judgement.

You scratched your nose awkwardly, noticing that nobody was actually looking at either of you, and you could sense when the familiar guy suddenly caught onto the same thing, because he loosened slightly, taking a glance back at his phone as if to check for cracks.

Within that time, you’d managed to grab your own suitcase, and were standing idly in the middle of the hallway when he turned to look at you once more, his mouth twisting into a small smile upon seeing the practised calmness echoed in your features.

It was clear he was on edge, and the last thing you wanted to do was escalate that. So you’d schooled your expression into one of reassurance.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you turned your attention back towards him, unable to hide your shock. His own smile was breathtaking - the only thing your mind could register was dimples.

“Yeah, yeah,” you swallowed nervously, feeling slightly caught out about the unexpected question. To save him some dignity and protect his ego a little, you answered, “I just banged my knee a little, but I’m fine.”

It was lovely of him to ask, and you couldn’t deny you were rather pleasantly surprised at his consideration.

“So, you’re not hurt?”

You shook your head, “Completely unharmed…Thank you for asking.”

He shrugged, “Thank you for helping me up, I appreciate not many people would have done that.”

You nodded, the time spent talking to the mystifying man somewhat eating at your anxiety to get to the bookshop.

“It’s no problem, really…” you paused, feeling slightly guilty even though he was a stranger. But then — what if you actually knew the guy? If you did, you were sure he would have said something by now, so you figured you were in the clear. “But I should get going…”

His mouth parted, and you saw his eyebrows appearing from behind the sunglasses, “Shit, yeah, I’m sorry—”

“No, I should be—You’re on the flight to Greece that was just delayed, right?” Guilt consumed you upon seeing his somewhat hurt expression, and for some reason you felt compelled to ease the blunt blow.

“Ye-Yeah, I am. You too?” He stuttered, and you resisted the urge to smile at his nervous antics as his cheeks bloomed with a faint blush.

“Yeah.” You gulped, feeling your eyebrows knit together, “Maybe I’ll see you later?”

You knew you were rushing.

Gosh, why did you feel like you were betraying this man?

You’d never felt so vexed in a situation before.

“Maybe.” He replied, his brows disappearing as he reluctantly resigned to the realisation that you weren’t sticking around for long.

“See you later.” You said, and he waved awkwardly, repeating the sentiment.

As soon as you were out of his line of sight you took up speed walking, carefully dodging through the gaps in the crowds until you were faced with the bookshelf in W H Smiths.

You couldn’t help but feel excited. You’d packed books in your suitcase, but for some reason you’d forgone packing one in your backpack, and you’d initially just hoped that the flight would be short and your music would suffice, and that you’d get the chance to have a nap or two, but with the stressful four hours (at least) ahead of you, you knew there was no way you could possibly get through it without buying a book.

You settled for a Murikami one — The Elephant Vanishes. Not one you’d read before, but Murikami was a safe bet; his work was incredible and it never failed to plunge you into a completely different world.

You’d taken a seat on one of the spare rows not far from your own terminal, devoted to escaping from the airport, but every so often, your mind succumbed to flashes of Rushing Guy’s face — the flash of sorrow, or something akin to it.

It confused you, so to cope you’d set out a Three Step plan to distract yourself from your own mental anguish.

Buying the book was Step One of your mission to wait out the delay. Step Two was securing a table in a coffee shop. Step Three was to read at least another twenty pages. Step Four was optional, but it wouldn’t deter you from seeking out any opportunity to complete it anyway

Step Four was to talk to Rushing Guy. You needed to get the guilt out of your system, and a part of you secretly hoped that you’d just get to talk to him again. He was kind, and his eyes were nice. And the familiarity of his face was also an issue.

It was like recognising a song but not being able to place the singer or song title, and being completely honest, it jarred you.

You prided yourself on being good with names and faces, but for some reason his just came up as a blank.

That was how you found yourself in a cafe, the capacity almost full to the brim with people complaining about delayed flights and muttering about the predicted weather forecast, a cup of hot coffee and a plate of red velvet precariously balanced on a tray as you wandered aimlessly through the sea of people, attempting to pinpoint a free chair. You didn’t mind much if there wasn’t a free table, and you knew there was a higher chance of getting seating elsewhere, but you couldn’t walk out with plates, trays and mugs, so you were restricted to where you could dine.

And your exhaustion partly meant that you couldn’t be bothered exploring much more of the airport.

You’d wandered and weaved through the tables, somehow avoiding tripping over outstretched legs or pushed out chairs, until a table pushed and hidden away in a darker corner caught your eye.

As luck would have it, Rushing Guy was sitting by himself, phone on the table, his sunnies still on and hood still pulled over his head. His suitcase was next to him and his backpack was placed between his legs.

There was a free chair opposite and because you didn’t know any better just assumed he’d left the chair free instead of placing his bag on it like any other Brit would have done, to leave it available to stragglers.

You pondered over wandering over, but Step Four (Optional) was blaring madly in your mind - way too loud for you to possibly ignore it.

So you took the opportunity.

Your suitcase trailed lamely behind you, and you were hyper aware of the squeaking of the wheels.

You had barely made it within a few feet of his table when he’d looked up, having noticed the presence heading towards him.

He offered a timid smile upon seeing you hesitantly approach, and guilt — fucking guilt — coursed through you again, a tidal wave of self-reproach so strong it almost knocked you off your feet.

For some odd reason, however, you felt that his hidden face grounded you a little, knocking you back into reality. Your feet remained firmly planted on the floor, and—

“Would it be okay if—”

“Oh, it’s no problem, please do.” You could have melted at the genuineness in his tone, but simply placed your tray on the table, flexing your wrist to rid of its aching, and lined up your own luggage in a suitable place, away from the danger zone of customers — the last thing you needed was someone tripping over your luggage in such a busy place.

“Thank you.” You replied, introducing yourself to him.

He looked as if he was about to take his glasses off, but you saw his head tilt in the direction of the crowd, and he remained stationary, nothing but a smile left for you to get a read on him, “Mason.”

You refrained from asking if you’d ever met before, something telling you to wait it out.

“Do you mind me asking…if you’re going to Greece for business or pleasure?” You were hesitant, unable to read the expression on his face, and feeling slightly out of your own depth asking questions you’d usually keep to yourself, but he seemed genuinely glad to answer, a laidback smile on his face.

“Pleasure. I’m meeting a few friends out there for a quick holiday; they’re already there, I’ve just had to postpone it all for a couple of days, but…y’know. What about you - holiday or work?”

You breathed a laugh, somewhat intimidated by him as you looked at your hands fiddling in your lap, “Yeah, I’m off on holiday too, but my friends aren’t gonna be there for a couple of days. We’ve rented a small villa in Spartia. There’s a few empty rooms but – we’re all really looking forward to it honestly.”

“Yeah? How long have you had it booked?”

“About six months now. We had to pre-book everything to get the weeks off work and make sure everyone could make it on time and what have you. What about you? Are you staying anywhere nice or…?”

“A yacht, actually. One of my mates found one on this website, and apparently it’s pretty decent, I mean, I've been sent some pictures and it looks fantastic – Not far from Spartia, actually.”

You raised your eyebrows, unable to hide the impressed expression on your face, “A yacht? Fuck.”

“Yeah…I mean–” he stopped short, twisting his mouth up in consideration. “I can show you pictures, if you want?”

Truthfully, you’d never even stepped foot on a yacht before in your entire life, and the fact that Mason sounded so casually about such a matter made you think that perhaps it wasn’t exactly a new thing for him, so you jumped at the chance to see pictures.

It had barely taken ten seconds before he was sliding his phone along the table, a sheepish expression adorning his face as you flicked through the pictures. It was gorgeous - they were simple images, no people obstructing the view, of clean rooms and epic views of the ocean. The thought of how Mason would possibly be able to find the boat did cross your mind, but upon careful consideration, it would have made sense if the boat was locked in a specific location.

“Shit, that looks like heaven.” You flicked through his pictures, your mind being blown by every single image you saw. He seemed to live the dream life you'd always aspired to achieve, and it fascinated you. Then, your mind guiltily flicked to the earlier events, and you couldn't help addressing it as you slid his phone back to him, “I wanted to say I’m really sorry for earlier. For ditching you like that–”

“You had no obligation, please don’t feel like you were–”

“Obligated wouldn't have been the word to use, but I – It was rude of me to rush off after you’d been so polite to me. And I just wanted to apologise for that.”

He softened, flashing a small smile, lifting his sunglasses off his face allowing you to see his real expression, “You really don’t have to apologise, you did nothing wrong, but I hope that wasn’t the only reason you sat over here.”

His comment was shockingly flirty, and you froze, mid-spoon of red velvet. You couldn’t help the smile that took over your features, and you felt your cheeks redden as you pulled a knee up onto your chair - desperate for something to do to distract yourself, “No, I only sat with you because there’s no other seats available.”

He blanched, his eyes automatically going to scan the crowd, as though he’d only just remembered their presence. He sobered up slightly, shifting uncomfortably in his chair despite no one in particular paying much attention. You thought it was because of your comment, but you could see there was something else residing behind his eyes - perhaps a trace of paranoia. You saw his hands go to rest on his thighs - a nervous tick?

“Are you okay?” You asked, not for the second time in the last half an hour. There was a faint desire to place your hand over his, to prevent his knees from bouncing up and down, but you swallowed the urge - deciding it would have most definitely been weird to do such a thing.

He turned back to you as you took a small bite of your cake, “Airports stress me out. That’s all.”

You nodded, “Any particular reason?”

He shrugged, placing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, “Just a lot of people, and I guess the time restraints are kind of pressuring.”

You understood it - admittedly not in the way he intended to get his point across, but you understood where he was coming from. You got the people thing and the stress the time limits and deadlines to reach certain parts of the airport in order to not be late for a flight could cause. It was quite a lot of money riding on the simple act of you reaching the correct terminal at the right time, and an incredibly expensive mistake if you didn’t. But there was something else - almost a double meaning - behind his words that had you thinking deeper into his true intentions. It seemed as though he was talking about the people and time aspect from a different light, and your mind almost instantaneously seemed to cast you back to the hood and sunglasses. They were methods of hiding someone’s identity, and to add to the fact that his face was oddly familiar - like an unreachable itch. It was frustrating and it toyed with you endlessly.

Then, in the pictures he’d shown you: the contact that had sent him the photos of the yacht was Deccers.

Deccers and Mason.

Fuck.

That moment of realisation only came a little late.

You knew where you recognised him, and you cursed yourself for not putting it together sooner - it wasn’t as though you’d been watching the England men in the Euro’s only a couple of days ago, and you were sure Mason had become somewhat of an internet sensation throughout the entire competition. Deccers could only be Declan Rice, too.

So when he said he’d booked a yacht with his friends, there was a voice in the back of your mind telling you that half the England squad would be unwinding there, and the notion of that thought sent a tidal wave of nausea through your entire being, because now you were all too aware of the fact that if Mason caught onto the fact that you knew who he was, he’d just assume the only reason you’d be willingly spending time with him was for bragging rights.

It also made sense that he was so careful to hide his identity in the airport, and why he was so damn wary around people. You didn’t know if it was anger from the British public at England losing in the final, or just the sheer humane need and want for privacy on his end, but either way it made complete sense.

You schooled your expression into one of neutrality, forcing back the desire to tell him the truth — it was what he deserved, but a part of you wished to keep the easy dynamic between you, the dynamic that would ultimately be quashed with the addition of your new realisation.

God, how did you not immediately place him?

Saying you felt like a complete and utter idiot would have been the understatement of your entire life.

His face dropped slightly - his smile faltering and hand lowering to the table, “You’ve just clocked who I am, haven’t you?”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught out, and you pursed your lips, nodding, “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” he waved his hand, flashing a warm, reassuring smile, as though he’d already had a scripted response, “I was hoping it would have taken a little while longer to catch on, but…”

“Wow, you must think quite highly of yourself, just assuming that I’d eventually recognise you.” You arched a brow, fighting a smile as he stuttered slightly, a short, awkward laugh being expelled, but before he could defend himself, you jumped in, taking advantage of his hesitancy, “Is that also why you took your glasses off and pulled your hood down? So that I’d be less inclined to recognise you?”

By now, he’d placed his head in his hands against the coffee table in something like resignation of how quickly the conversation had taken a different turn, but at your last words he straightened back up, something mischievous glinting in his eye. It sent a thrill of excitement shooting down your spine, the anticipation of his next words leaving you hanging off your seat.

“Oh, I actually did that to charm you. I figured – you know? I think I should show my face, let you see what a cutie pie I actually am underneath the disguise.” He shrugged, lifting a hand up from the table in mock seriousness, and breathing a laugh.

“To charm me? Cutie pie?” You laughed in disbelief and excitement at his words, clapping a hand to your mouth, “You’re wearing some Avengers-level type shit disguise, and you expected to go unnoticed in the first place?”

This time he furrowed his brows, and from the way he placed a finger between the two of you, visibly puzzled, you could just tell that he was slightly offended by the comments.

“Excuse me, but the so-called ‘Avengers-level type shit disguise’ is actually pretty effective. And you’re telling me you weren’t dazzled by my adorable brown eyes and pretty smile?” He laced his fingers under his chin and rested his head upon his hands to look up at you through his lashes.

It would have been cringey if it wasn’t so fucking funny, because you could tell he’d mocked the action purposefully and completely ruined the effect of it.

“Okay, okay.” You held up your hands, “I’ll admit, your big brown eyes are adorable, and you do have a pretty smile, and yes, it caught me a bit by surprise, but…” you shrugged, “At the end of the day, you’re using sunglasses and then ditching them to charm people, which kind of goes against the whole ‘nobody can recognise me’ agenda.”

He shrugged, taking a quick sip of his coffee and leaning forward on his elbows over the middle of the table, “I don’t know, I’m kind of glad you did recognise me.”

You were silent, the shock of his words numbing your mind.

“And I only flirt with the kind, gorgeous girls, and so far you’re the first one.”

***

You were standing in the line about to board the plane when a finger tapped you from behind. You waited a moment, preparing yourself by smothering the smile that had made its way onto your face. You knew who it was behind you - you’d both walked back to the gate together after a somewhat surprisingly enlightening conversation in the cafe. Time had flown by - a cliche that used to have you cringing out of horror - and you hadn’t even gone to pick up your book. Not once.

When you turned around, you weren’t met with the sunglasses, but those goddamn eyes boring into yours with a heated intensity. You raised your brows, and from the way he smirked, you figured he did the whole stare thing on purpose, especially after what you’d admitted to him earlier - something that you bitterly regretted you’d ever done.

“What can I do for you?” You asked.

You were spending an awful lot of energy trying to stop yourself from smiling and blushing under his gaze, and it was starting to grate on your nerves. No other man had ever had this effect on you after a mere conversation, and you were beginning to rethink every single previous relationship you’d ever been in because of it.

“I was thinking…when do you finish up in that villa you’re staying in?”

You swallowed, trying not to get ahead of yourself.

“In ten days.” A slight pause as his mouth twisted, trying to work out the dates in his head, “The 24th.” You clarified.

He nodded, smiling nonchalantly as he nodded his head in thought before turning back to you, “Would you maybe want to spend a couple of days on the yacht when you’re done? Your friends are welcome, and everyone would have their own rooms because some of the guys would have left by then…”

You tried to quell the excitement that was bubbling in your chest at the invitation, and - trying to downplay it - you simply responded with, “I’d have to check with everyone else…but I’d love to.”

You saw him bite the inside of his cheek momentarily, then he held out his hand, “Please could I have your phone?” He asked carefully, anxiety seeping into his eyes. For some reason he was more nervous about this part than the actual invitation.

“Sure.” You handed him your unlocked phone, curious as to what his intention with it was, then you smiled upon seeing him navigate to the contacts app and add in his details. He shot himself a quick text, and you heard his own phone buzz from his pocket.

“Feel free to text me anytime.” He handed it back, his own timid smile creeping on his face, and he tugged his hood further over his head, pulling at the strings of his hoodie as though to hide himself from you, and you took the liberty of looking down at the message he’d sent himself.

“Cool.” You read out.

“Cool.” He repeated, voice somewhat muffled through the material of the hood.

You turn back around in the queue, releasing the giddy grin that had been locked down, and calmly place your phone back into your pocket, facing the customer service desk, readily handing them your ticket and boarding pass.

When you settled into your seat, you didn’t even question it when Mason took the one next to you, nor did you bring it up in conversation when your phone pinged with an Instagram notification.

masonmount has requested to follow you.

You figured you’d wait until you landed to accept that one.

#mason mount x reader #mason mount oneshot #im so open to ideas for pt 2 of this

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Battle Lines: DVD Commentary

I am proud of myself for writing 140k, I’ve never done it before! I thought some people might be interested in scenes left on the cutting room floor and other thoughts I had while writing. Spoiler alert: A lot of this is praise to @gossipqueen2000 my beta and @faytalepsy for her cheerleading and artistic vision. Also spoiler alert: contains spoilers, including for the epilogue if you haven’t read that yet.

Chapter 1

I’ve mentioned this in comments but the idea of Eraklyans being at odds with Solarians came from Alliance by @somenamewithepineapple, great enemies to lovers Silrah fic! But I wanted this to be a story of a royal and her bodyguard so I changed Farah to queen of Domino, which would also allow Bloom to be incorporated into the story and have a similar enemies-to-lovers arc between Skloom (admittedly entirely offscreen).

The idea of Alfea as an extreme pseudo-military boarding school is an amalgamation of many concepts, namely taking the black/the Wall in Game of Thrones, the various mendicant orders of the catholic church, and of course reading far too many romance novels of sexy soldier/secret agent heroes in high school.

Chapter 2

From the beginning I knew I wanted Farah to have her bedroom charmed so no one can view her decorations other than a couple inoffensive trinkets. I assume as a queen you have very little privacy, even in your bedroom you’ll probably have cleaners coming in, etc. So I wanted to show that she takes great pains to protect the most private parts of herself even in her own home.

Coming up with the council members was quite fun, tbh. I love making up fun names, and borrowing from the OG cartoon too. Although I promptly forgot how to spell “Gehrheart” and had to look it up every time I referenced him thereafter. 0/10 experience, would not recommend.

The discarded scene from this chapter is a squirrel setting off a sensor in Farah’s bedroom in the middle of the night and Saul charging in in a frenzy. I changed it to the locked door scene which fit better tonally. Plus then I thought to add the “Personally I think you’ve spent too much time in [my bedroom] already” line which was funny if I do say so myself.

A theme that never fails to be funny to me as I wrote this, is that Saul isn’t actually a very good bodyguard 😅 Accidentally locking himself in Farah’s bedroom is Exhibit A.

Chapter 3

Having Bloom and Saul be somewhat allies in opposition to Farah was really fun to write! On the surface it’s fun because they both have objections to how Farah handles certain things, but on a deeper level I wanted Saul to crave and tangentially have that pseudo-father/child relationship that he’s been missing pretty much since Sky was born but definitely since his exile.

What made this story so fun to write was the repeated pattern of a) they find some common ground that increases their respect for the other and then b) they find out something new that pisses them off and then c) repeat. Obviously item “a” always has to be stronger than item “b:” they always have to come back to the conclusion that the other is a better person than their first impression. But it was super fun to think of new obstacles to throw at them.

The idea for public audiences comes from The Emperor’s New Groove. 😌 I am the sum of all the art I’ve ever experienced.

Before I wrote too far into this, Mo and I were brainstorming bodyguard story tropes and of course I have her to thank for the “walking in on him shirtless working out” scene. Thank you kindly, Mo, your services are appreciated.

Chapter 4

This chapter was action-heavy so it took a while to write but I think it might be my favorite! You’ve got angst, you’ve got rising stakes, you’ve got protective Saul Silva, you’ve got whump, you’ve got hurt and some extremely stilted comfort, you’ve got the record-scratch cliffhanger that I love writing lol.

The initial draft of this scene had the assassins try to stab Farah as she was walking through the hospital, and they’d say “Andreas sends his regards” to Saul on their way in/out, thus implicating Saul directly. I couldn’t figure out how to make that work and then got the idea to make the assassins patient plants and have the implication come earlier, from Valtor. I’m kind of amazed how well everything fell into place.

Chapter 5

This didn’t occur to me until I was writing the epilogue, but in my head Domino culture is Celtic-inspired (since Fate was filmed in Ireland) but Eraklyon is very Greco-Roman-inspired. The Crypteia (Krypteia/Krupteia) is historically based; there are references to a year-long military service obligated for an elite caste of young warriors in ancient Sparta. Obviously it’s debated how reliably the known historical sources (Plutarch, Plato) convey the details, but I was searching for a militaristic ritual that would have high enough stakes to cause the fallout between Saul and Andreas over Sky’s safety. The Crypteia in my story is just one event, not a year.

I wrote and rewrote Saul’s “monologue” so many times because it was hard to strike the balance between capable but unlucky warrior and poor little meow meow. I think it worked, fingers crossed you agree.

In drafts, when Saul reveals he’s Sky’s biological father, I had Farah toy with the notion of using that information against Andreas, but Saul panics that it’s going to endanger Sky. I ended up deciding this was too calculating for Farah and would be writing myself into a corner. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

Side note but I really enjoyed the emotional whump of Farah in the aftermath of the assassination. She’s falling apart but she’s not allowed to fall apart and she doesn’t want this stranger to be responsible for holding her together but also she can’t help it and also and also and also.

I was going to have Saul resign in this chapter to keep Farah safe, rather than later on. Then I decided to extend it because a) I was having too much fun writing this story and b) I rationalized that Saul would take this as an opportunity to lean harder into protecting Farah rather than admitting he’s not the best man for the job. It’s more fun to write about flawed people than perfect people!

Obviously I had to do the “only one bed” trope. Also I’m very proud of the “Don’t be stupid”/”But I am stupid, as you tell me five times a day” exchange.

“How shall I address you?” / “Dowling, in private. Farah, if you are bold enough.” was inspired by the horribly saccharine American ending of Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright.

The vow of celibacy came to me right away during the brainstorming phase. I went to Catholic school for high school and you do meet the occasional hot priest and well…you’ve seen Fleabag, you can do the math.

Chapter 6

The first draft of the first time they wake up together, since it’s from Saul’s point of view, I wrote Farah as the one to wake up Saul, and Saul—being a warrior—does not take kindly to being roused so he switches instantly from sleep to “action hero” and grabs her throat. At which point Farah also immediately overreacts to Saul’s overreaction and she uses magic to blast him across the room. And from the floor Saul slowly stirs and says “...I’m awake now.” I decided that tonally it wouldn’t fit from the discomfort of the previous night so I just started the chapter in the car.

The dream is inspired by one of my own, in which Louis Tomlinson from One Direction sabotaged my audition to play the part of “the pear” in ??? I don’t remember which musical but not one involving pears. Also, I can’t sing, so Louis was actually doing me a huge favor.

I had a hard time coming up with how to show the passage of time while still escalating the background conflict. Everything up to this point has been over the span of a few days, so I struggled with changing the scale to weeks instead. At one point Valtor showed up back in Domino and Saul disarms him; I cut that after beta help.

Yeah… I changed Bloom’s age a couple times in the writing of this fic. I meant to have Bloom be 18 and Sky a couple years older, but apparently math is hard.

Chapter 7

Reading back on this, Farah is a bit sassy to start this chapter; I specifically remember it was because Jackie had just released a new chapter of Alliance ft extremely sarcastic Farah.

Telluride was always meant to be a placeholder name until I came up with something original; it’s the name of a ski town in western Colorado, the state I moved to during the writing of this story. It’s such a pretty name, I decided to keep it.

Of course I snuck in a reference to Martin Evershed. Love that no one commented on it 😅

This is the chapter where Farah handwrites condolence letters to victims’ families. While writing, I estimated at what point her hand would start cramping and guessed thirty. Well since this chapter, I had to write 60+ thank you notes for my wedding and it’s safe to say that was a dramatic overestimate lol. My hand starts cramping after 5.

When I was agonizing over how exactly to end this story, I can’t believe the climax was staring me in the face, in this chapter. Farah literally says the line “So gutting Andreas is only a secondary purpose of carrying a dagger?” The explosion that went off in my head when I reread that part. But I’m choosing to take it as: alright well I guess I’m falling my way upwards into being a better writer, that I lay all the groundwork for my future self so well.

Chapter 8

I struggled with the kidnapping scene and wrote and rewrote it many times. I originally wanted all four of them to be together in the same room, but as I was writing Bloom and Farah kept interrupting, kept essentially making fun of Sky for being so deluded by propaganda. So I cut them out so it was just father & son for maximal angst. It was hard to thread the needle of Saul being devastated at Sky’s decisions but also a soldier enough to take him to task for it (while being heavily whumped bc I’m me).

In the original outline I had Sky take a more active role in dissuading the war via campaigning/pleading with Andreas, rather than subverting from the shadows. Ultimately I decided Andreas was beyond reasoning so that’s why Sky and Bloom took the route they did.

The cut scene from this chapter is Saul using a sexy motorcycle instead of a jeep, Farah riding “bitch” so she can hold him tight from behind. Lots of accidental touching. Decided this was not the time and place

Saul says that Sky is nineteen here lmfao. Apparently 14 at the Crypteia + 8 years of Saul’s exile = 19 years old, to renowned author and not mathematician Skye.

Speaking of, it was SO FUN to write Saul as extremely capable at everything except being a normal human man trying to function in society 😅 A drink? What is that? Stand next to hot person?? Must find way to exit; only does so after causing as much psychic damage as humanly possible.

Chapter 9

The masquerade ball was also a plot point that I knew would happen from very early on (Farah and Saul in sexy formalwear? Of course), but it was Mo’s idea to make the ball a cover for some secret diplomacy. Having a beta insanely elevated this story!

After I finished Chapter 1 and realized this was going to be a multichapter story, the dance, mask, and kiss scene was the very next thing I wrote. I am pretty proud of myself for coming up with the mask being the way Saul allows himself to “slip” and step out of himself for long enough to up the slow burn with a kiss.

Chapter 10

Writing Ben and Saul as being somewhat at odds was also very enjoyable. They’re both very protective of Farah, but Ben thinks Saul is a pushy upstart and Saul thinks Ben is a stuffy fuddyduddy. I love writing reluctant allies.

I was very deliberate that in the narration, Saul never thinks of Farah using her first name until they consummate their relationship in the hotel room. Even after the kiss at the ball he calls her “the queen” in his head except in rare circumstances when he’s considering both of them in the third person. Same with Farah; she addresses him as “Silva” in her head until they give themselves to each other in Anolide and he becomes Saul.

Chapters 11 & 12

I have Mo to thank for the introduction of Burnett; what a *chef’s kiss* to include the optimal mirror for Saul and his “failings.”

The name “Degenhard” as Saul’s pseudonym when he checks into the hotel was a result of a hilarious conversation in the WinxSource server. Apparently “degen” is German for “sword” soooo I thought it extremely fitting for what happens in the story that night. Winkyface. Sword hard. Originally the surname was “Petrino,” I think it was published that way for a couple days before I retconned it.

I really hope the final argument before the consummation was clear from both sides. Mo was supremely helpful molding it out of the clay I provided. I struggled a lot; is it ever worth it to give up your “self” for another person? When does “staying true to yourself” veer into stubbornness and aversion to healthy change? What do we owe to our former selves? I hope I answered it well.

Chapter 13

In the first draft of this chapter, Saul was on surveillance rounds when he came upon an injured child, and his panicked rushing into action is what lowers his guard and leads to him being kidnapped. Then, the child would be in the room while Saul was being tortured and she would be the apparition used to torture him instead of Sky. But sometimes less is more so I just didn’t show Saul’s kidnapping, and also I wanted Sky to have a larger role so I changed it to Sky being the apparition.

The fairy who tortures Saul is an earth fairy… know who else is an earth fairy? Ben.

Chapters 14-20

This chapter(s) took the longest. I had such a hard time getting inside Farah’s head before I settled on the rage. I was actually getting the first professional massage of my life, on my honeymoon, when the lightbulb went off: RAGE!! ANGER!!! IRRATIONALITY AND POOR DECISION MAKING CAUSED BY FEAR! All good thoughts to have on your honeymoon.

I think we all knew Saul wasn’t going to betray Farah, but I wanted to leave it as ambiguous as long as possible for the reader. At one point in draft stages, Farah was going to wake up in bed with Saul on top of her, one hand muffling her mouth and the other holding a knife to her throat. Sexy, right?

Chapter 21

The mole! I was angling for the clues to lead to Gehrheart but I had just kind of kicked the can down the road for what the payoff was going to be. I don’t remember exactly when in the story I decided to change it to Ben but it was after S2 (fake Ben!! Who is that man!! evil!!). It was just too delicious not to pass up. The key turning point for Ben was the caravan trip to Telluride when he mentions he hasn’t heard from Terra in awhile. Offscreen, Ben finds out that Andreas is holding Terra hostage for his compliance; he’s the one who sets up Saul’s kidnapping and plants the suit jacket. Farah and Saul know they can’t plan anything in view of the council, because they assume the mole is in the council, so they plot with Bloom in her bedroom, and go back to the council to set up a fake story/concern about how to resolve Saul’s situation. That way Andreas would have fake info passed from Ben (who didn’t know it was fake) and from Sky (who did).

Epilogue

Since Fate was filmed in Ireland, everything in my head for Domino is vaguely Celtic. Royal weddings in Domino are sealed by a stylized dance, to the tune of music in the vein of The Captain’s Dance by Marcus Warner (Youtube; Spotify).

🥺🥺🥺 hope you enjoyed. After reading comments and chatting in the WinxSource server I realized there were so many loose ends I could easily tie up with a couple hundred words... that turned into 6k oops. I have a hard time seeing the forest for the trees when I’m in them. Letting myself rest after finishing Chapter 21 helped me see what I needed to see, and writing this wrap-up was cathartic as well.

You! You’re stellar for reading this! I am always open to chatting more about my fics or today’s tea or another fic you love you want to share! Thank you for reading my ramblings, and my slightly-less-rambling fic, and time to go back into that wave.

#my writing #battle lines #silrah

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