#his best era was beard and long hair

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

He don’t need y’all creating burner accounts about him, we know he has them to cheat on his wife on the regular

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ hot, hot summer !

in which you got the offer of a lifetime—takes place in 2006-2009 era! @mrrpmiao miao, you’re so responsible for the brain worm you’ve instilled in my mind🙂‍↕️

a part of gojo's love entries

summer is as hot as you are pretty.

it’s an undisputed fact to satoru. after all, he chose you. so of course you were the best. he supposed even strangers here would eventually come to realize it too… as it wasn’t the first time their kind had done so.

kamakura beach was packed in summer, and he stepped away a bit to get you shaved ice only to come back to this appalling sight.

“miss! ooh! you’re so gorgeous!”

this suspicious-looking middle-aged man—with goatee, long tied hair, wearing palm shirt and beach shorts—approached you so merrily as you were chilling under the parasol.

“ah thank you…?” you pasted a taut smile, totally clueless and spooked, hoping he would go on his way.

“i mean it! your body is so—wow!” the man gasped dramatically, appraising you from head to toe. “your bust—it’s perfect! you’d make a good cover girl, you know!”

you were wearing the bikini of the same brand inoue waka endorsed at satoru’s insistence, and true, it was indeed a sight for sore eyes.

his sore eyes, specifically. not others.

satoru scowled, and he marched towards where you were. he would do his job as always—chasing away no-good men from you.

“hey you,” he barked. “what business do you have with my girl here?”

the bearded man regarded him with surprise, before he assessed him from top to bottom. “oh! you’re mr. boyfriend? whoa, you don’t look bad yourself!”

“if you’re trying to bother my—”

“no, no! you’ve got the wrong idea!” the man defended, raising both hands in surrender. “you see, i’m about to offer the pretty lady a gig as a gravure model!”

wha? you gaped. satoru blinked.

“m-me?” you stammered, flabbergasted, pointing at yourself. “uh, are you sure?”

“yes! 100% sure!” the agent man replied with stars in his eyes. “miss, with your assets, you’ll outshine even inoue waka or kaoru sakurako themselves!”

“really?!” you almost laughed. it was a strange compliment, but a compliment nonetheless.

but next to you, satoru’s face darkened, his eyes obscured. his fists clenched around the paper bowl of shaved ice so hard it shook. the next thing you know—

“here, hold this.” he suddenly shoved the shaved ice to you, before he plucked his sandal off and—

“YOU!” satoru raised the flip-flop above his head, his eyes blazing with fury, ready to swing it at the man. “GET LOST YOU SLIMY BOZO!”

“—?! WAIT, YOUNG MAN!”

and then came the most disastrous scene before you: your boyfriend chased the agent with his sandal, throwing it at him that it bonked his head, then grabbed someone’s big-ass water gun without permission and continued the pursuit, determined to catch him.

. . .

“how could you?! why do you seem even remotely interested!?” satoru fierily questioned you after he was done cooking the gravure video agent, panting and sopping wet. in the end, the two of them got into a water gun fight that ended with him winning.

you turned to him, feigning an unimpressed expression. “he said i can outshine inoue waka. who wouldn’t want that chance?”

“you can’t!” he retorted almost immediately, aghast. “i mean, yeah you can! but no! no way! you can’t flaunt your body for everyone to see!”

“why?”

“you are mine!” he pouted hard, irked. “i don’t want to share you! you are for the consumption of my eyes only!”

his blatant response made you giddy, truthfully. and as if to stress his point, he suddenly pulled you to his chest from behind, wrapping both arms around you, making you squeal.

“satoru, you’re wet!”

“so? when i marry you someday, we’re going to share a lot of things together. wet is one of them.”

“does this mean you’d pick me over inoue waka?” you threw him a suggestive smile, looking up at him expectantly.

his face then turned pink, as he smooched you in the head. “you know the answer to that, dummy.”

who would have thought that he would really keep his promise and that you'd come to the same beach years later...?

[adarkrainbow]

I just noticed that the common list of fairytales for "Rapunzel's evolution" is actually incomplete.

If you searched a bit about this story, you will know that it goes like this: the "Rapunzel" fairytale type is, of course, best known through the titular "Rapunzel" story told by the brothers Grimm, in the 19th century. When looking for a previous occurence of the fairytale, people usually brought forward its Italian equivalent in the Pentamerone: Basile's "Petrosinella" (Parsley), early 17th century. And recently, people have added a third story in-between the two, from the late 17th century, the French "Persinette" from mademoiselle de La Force "Les Contes des Contes", because it has been proven that the Grimm's story was influenced by a German translation/adaptation of the French fairytale, that the Grimms mistook for a genuine German story.

This list, Petrosinella-Persinette-Rapunzel is indeed, correct, as it reflects the "three big eras" of fairytales in Europe, and it presents three pretty direct variations of a same story... However the list is incomplete. Because they forgot about madame d'Aulnoy.

While yes, mademoiselle de La Force's story IS the one that directly influenced the Grimms' Rapunzel, mademoiselle de La Force stayed a somehow "secondary" author of fairy tales in France, who never had the lasting impact or fame of authors like Charles Perrault... or madame d'Aulnoy. The Perrault d'Aulnoy duo was still going very strongly by the 19th century (see the Sleeping Beauty ballet). And did madame d'Aulnoy write a Rapunzel variation? Well yes she did!

(I should say a "Maiden in the Tower" variation, because talking of a "Rapunzel variation" is an anachronism, but you know...)

In fact, d'Aulnoy's "Rapunzel" is one of her most famous stories: The White Cat. Everybody focuses on the first part of the fairytale, which is one of the most famous rendition of "The Animal Bride" fairytale type (402), but the entire second part of the story is a "Maiden in the Tower" tale with echoes to Rapunzel. A princess sold when she is born because her mother wanted to eat the fruits of an orchard belonging to fairies... The girl being raised in a doorless tower by an old, malevolent fairy she calls "Mommy"... A prince behaving as a hopeless suitor at the bottom of her tower... But with its own unique variations typical of a d'Aulnoy tale. No long hair: the fairy "mother" goes through the window on a dragon's back, and the girl must escape by secretely building a rope-ladder. The prince and the princess speak using a parrot messenger (heck, her parrot and dog pet somehow manage to perform the wedding ceremony between her and the prince in secret?). The fairies send a venomous dragon to destroy everything in the king's realm when he refuses to give up his newborn daughter ; the princess in the tower must avoid a horrible wedding to a dwarf magician with eagle's claws for feet, no bones in his legs and birds' nests in his beard...

So don't forget madame d'Aulnoy. She did Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, even sort-of variations of Sleeping Beauty, and she also did a Rapunzel!

[stardust-swan]

I'm convinced that the idea that "love is blind" is a pysop meant to brainwash women into settling for less. I always see beautiful women who clearly take care of themselves, dress well, get their lashes done, work out etc with boyfriends who look like they just rolled out of bed and put yesterday's clothes on. And I very rarely see this happening the other way around.

Men shill the idea that it's shallow for women to want someone who looks halfway decent but never hold themselves to this standard. They're so cruel to women they find unfuckable and treat women who they are attracted to but don't fit the societal beauty standard as dirty secrets (how many times have fat women talked about how men are happy to have sex with them but won't claim them in public because they think being seen with a fat woman is embarrassing?) The dadbod thing has been big for a couple of years while there has been no equivalent for mombods that gained traction (you know, the ones whose bodies actually went through physical changes due to pregnancy instead of just gaining weight from stealing their kid's snacks and watching the football instead of playing it).

It's so bad that even women shill this idea to other women. You have to ignore the fact that he never trims his beard and his daily outfit is a lint encrusted hoodie and sweatpants with a hole because if you don't you're shallow and not considering who he is on the inside too. We're told that being haggard shouldn't count as long as they have a good personality, and while I agree personality is important, a huge amount of men don't have good personalities. A lot of men are boring at best and a lot of them are just straight up assholes. Most of them aren't raking it in cash either to make up for their lack of looks and character. It's sad to see so many women doing the most for men who aren't particularly pleasant to be around, don't have money, and aren't physically appealing.

Men also shill this to eachother. I remember when I was a teenager there were huge hate trains almost entirely compromised of grown men against any pretty boy singer who got popular (Justin Bieber had it especially bad). They never did anything wrong (Justin Bieber's hate train was at its worst years before he started acting like a douche), men just hated them because they looked nice and girls liked them. They also act like any guy in real life who's comfortable with being attractive instead of purposefully making themselves unattractive to fit in with the other ugly men is gay and act bitterly when the men who actually make an effort get more female attention than a man who last showered three days ago. They act like women are catty bitches who hate prettier women when their egos are so fragile around men who look decent. There was even a recent study that suggested good looking men are at a disadvantage when applying for certain jobs, because their male colleagues feel threatened by them.

It wasn't always like this either. Not all that long ago it was expected that a man dress up nicely, wear cologne, style his hair etc when he was trying to court a woman.

When my mother was my age, she could just walk into a cinema and at any given time there would be films with leading men who looked like Leo, Depp, Brad Pitt, James Spader, River Phoenix, Will Smith, Denzel Washington, Brendan Fraser, etc. And now those World's Sexiest Men lists are filled with average or below average men and we're told that we're meant to cream our panties over guys who look indistinguishable or even worse than your average guy on the street. Right after this era my mum was young in was when the media started pushing this idea that we have to settle for unattractive men or else we're immature and shallow. There were a ton of movies with men like Adam Sandler pulling gorgeous 20 year old women just because they were funny. That stupid genre of movie where an awkward nerd pines over the cheerleader who is pining over a jock who's always portrayed as a bully that the cheerleader is framed as misguided or a bitch for wanting a handsome boyfriend instead of picking the nerd (even though the dork main character we're meant to root for also only likes the cheerleader for her looks and is just as much of an asshole as the jock) in became really popular around the same time.

Unsure of whether this is because of men complaining about beauty standards or other feminist concepts they only half understand (while female beauty standards never budge and have always and remain a much higher bar to reach than male beauty standards), or if men are just forcing this idea that looking like shit is cancelled out by telling a few dad jokes so that women will feel pressured into dating them no matter how busted they look just to not be alone.

[vmrsdias]

Impossible love pt2

Pairing: Ruben Dias x Reader

Plot: you love him, but he has to marry someone else

Author's note: English is not my firts language, the ending isn't the best though

y/n is you

It had been about six months since you left Manchester and you hadn't seen Rubén. You had heard that he got married but you didn't want to know anything about it because at least then you wouldn't break your heart even more.

After leaving you took the first plane and flew to Iceland, it was definitely not on the other side of the world but at least you were away from him and everything that reminded you of him.

Due giorni fa hai ricevuto una telefonata da Hanna che ti diceva che si sposava e ti invitava al matrimonio, la cosa che non sapevi era con chi si sposava, eri felice per lei perché se lo meritava moltissimo. Quindi eccoti qui all'aeroporto, aspettando che Hanna ti venisse a prendere.

“Y/N how long!!” you would have recognized that voice anywhere, so you turned around and she was there “Hanna you are glowing”“i’m so happy you’re here” he said putting his hands on your shoulders "I would never have missed your wedding" "come on, you'll come to my house then this evening there will be the pre-wedding dinner"

she said starting to walk towards the exit.

The ride home was silent, Hanna was driving and you looked out the window remembering all the times you walked, about 15 minutes later Hanna stopped in front of a huge building. "do you live here?" you asked him as you opened the door to leave, "yeah, on the fourth floor" he told you as he took your suitcase down.

"honey, we're home" Hanna shouted as I entered her house, "oh finally" you knew that voice because it was the same voice that said good morning to you in the morning, at that point you turned with wide eyes towards hanna and said "are you with Haaland? OH MY GOD IT'S NOT POSSIBLE", she then smiled at you and went into the living room. You never expected her to get engaged to Erling.

“how was the trip, y/n?” "Fine thanks" "I'm glad to hear it"

It was around 7pm and people were arriving at Hanna and Haaland's house, while you were finishing putting on your makeup you realized that he would be there, that his wife would be there, you should have run away, you could have told Hanna that you had to go back to Iceland.If you had run away you would have been a coward, not that disappearing into thin air six months ago wasn't worth it. You had just come out of your room that Hanna had given you, when she asked you if you could go and open the door, so, after crossing the corridor you arrived in front of the door. When you opened the door you didn't expect that right in front of you he would be there. You hoped the floor would open and you would fall in.You didn't know what to say, you were just staring at him. There was something different about him, maybe it was his beard or his hair, the only thing you heard in your ears was the sound of your heart beating too fast, you didn't even realize that Halland had appeared next to you .

It wasn't until he put his hand on your back and said hello to Ruben that you realised. "Hey hello Ruben come in" "thanks friend". his damn voice, that voice you missed.

Around 8.30pm everyone had already arrived and you were seated at the table, ironically Ruben was sitting in front of you, you tried in every possible and imaginable way to avoid his eyes. “y/n, honey, do you want something to drink?” "yes thank you. a coke with" “ice but without lemon” and it was after that sentence that you looked at him for the first time since you were sitting eye to eye. Hanna smiled at you at that point and went to get you that coke.

You got up and walked towards the bathroom, avoiding Ruben's gaze. When you entered the bathroom you breathed a sigh of relief. Two seconds later you heard someone knock on the door, so you opened it and on the other side there was him, looking at you with those eyes, those damn eyes. "What are you doing here Ruben? You should be over there" "this is where I wanted to be" "you never thought it would be like this" "that you and I would stop talking and you would disappear into thin air?" "yeah, where didn't your wife come with you?" "no, we broke up about a month after the wedding" "oh I'm sorry" no you didn't like it, in fact you were happy about it “yeah… I missed you y/n.” "you too Rub" fuck, it came out so natural that you didn't realize it until it came out of your mouth.

"Where have you been these past 6 months?" "Iceland, I was a physiotherapist for a hospital" "I thought you were in Spain, you always said you wanted to go and live there" "well it would have been obvious if I had gone there, no" "y/n I lied to you, I never loved her, I always loved you from the first moment you arrived at City" "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you look me in the eyes that evening and tell me you loved her? My heart broke into a thousand pieces"

"she was pregnant or so I thought, but after a while I discovered she wasn't and so we broke up" "I am sorry" "y/n, I want to start again, I want to be able to wake up next to you in the morning, I want you to steal all my sweatshirts" "I already told you Ruben I didn't steal your sweatshirt" “who cares about that sweatshirt y/n, I love you” "reuben" "you do you love me?" "I have always loved you there has never been a time when I haven't" and it was at that moment that ruben approached you and kissed you, it was one of those romantic kisses but also full of passion.

5 months later

“y/n y/l/n do you want to marry ruben dias here?” "I want it" "ruben dias do you want to marry y/n y/l/n here?" "I want it" "I pronounce you husband and wife, you can kiss the bride" you were so damn happy right now, that as soon as you broke away from the kiss you looked at ruben and said in his ear "you're about to become a father" he pulled away from your embrace and smiled at you with that smile you hoped your baby would have.

[fortheloveoflatinum]

Watching Star Trek: The Motion Picture - Part the First

✨ YES to Spock with long hair. I hold out the hope we'll get a SNW version of long-haired Spock because he is beautiful even in a wig.

✨ YES to Bones calling Kirk 'Jim' because the unresolved sexual tension between them is definitely A Thing TM. And YES to Kirk saying, "I need you. Damn it, Bones. I need you. Badly." Um I don't know about you but most of the time that's how smut starts. It's as if they literally lifted the line straight from the pages of an erotica novel.

✨ Definitely yes to all the tiny lil astronauts flying about as if space-fashion hadn't changed much since the year 1979 but doing flips because it's actually 2269.

🌌 Definite NO to all the orange suits tho. I mean if imma go to space, I'm gonna want something sleek and fashionable to wear and not some clunky suit from the pre-digital era and remind me again how Discovery took place BEFORE all this.... And seemed to have better space suits....

✨ The soundtrack is literally the best part of the film so far. Other than the scene between Jim and Bones because that was kinda hot.

🌌 Just noticed that Disco reused the 'OH NO something is on an intercept course with Earth and we're the ONLY people in the entire GALAXY who can stop them.' Old trope, I guess. Tried and (sometimes) true. Always foiled. Without fail. So predictable at this point you could bet your last strip of latinum that Earth would be alright in the end. Just saying.

✨ Oooh and the little look that Kirk & McCoy exchange after Spock leaves the bridge is everything. What is our Vulcan doing? Find out in the next edition of this post, coming soon to a dashboard near you.

Caption of the GIF for all the Captains out there who can't see it: James T. Kirk in profile, wearing one of those blue pajama uniforms from Star Trek: The Motion Picture, reaching out his hand to a bearded McCoy, who is wearing a greyish V-neck that drives up the rating of this GIF to TV-14. Kirk is seen thrusting his hand forward forcefully, and McCoy (after a moment of hesitation) takes it. End scene.

[sweet-villain]

Just That Feeling~ 2

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Part 1

Summary : Things were going great between you and Eddie, but he's been a little distant you and you finally find out why. It takes a turn when you confront him and things aren't so good between the two of you. When Eddie leaves to live his dream as a rockstar, he comes back to visit Wayne to find out you have moved on, and your happy without him. How are you going to react to seeing him back? Will everything work out? Will there be romance between the two of you?

Angst

He stretched his arms out as he stepped out of the bus that stopped right by the trailer, squinted his eyes as he looked around.

He could hear the engine from the bus and the nearby swing his neighbor had that kept squealing like the bolt was ready to come out.

The door swung open from the trailer and out stepped his Uncle, he hasn’t aged a bit but Eddie had messier wild hair, smudged eyeliner underneath his eyes and a scruffy beard added to his face.

His arms are filled with tattoos, even his hands which wasn’t missable. He still looked good, at least that’s what the girls were telling him. 

“ It’s been too long, boy. Get over here” Wayne says as he opens his arms for his nephew. Eddie’s eyes widen with as excitement as he raced up to his Uncle and embraced him with his arms.

Eddie gripped the back of his uncle’s shirt as he buried his face into Wayne’s shoulder. He couldn’t believe he was back at Hawkins, back home and where he missed it the most.

The rockstar life is what he always wanted but there was a part of him that still thought of you. Have you moved on? 

“ It’s good to be back” Eddie says as he stepped back from Wayne’s arms. Wayne took a good look at him and his eyes got teary. 

“ Look at you Mr. Rockstar” Eddie laughed as he looked down at himself. 

“ Did you get my letters?” Wayne nodded as he laughed. 

“ Every one of them and those damn stickers you added from every city you’ve been. Boy, you know damn well I keep everything you ever made me or bought me in a little box on the shelf” 

Eddie didn’t know what to say. He was speechless and filled with love. There was that lingering question he wanted to ask. 

Wayne could see the look on his face waiting for him to talk about it. About you. 

He glanced down at his boots as silence over took the two. Wayne had been smoking a cigarette as he leaned against the wall. 

“ Is she doing okay?” Wayne dropped the cigarette on the ground as he stomped on it. 

“ Yeah, she’s doing just fine” Wayne answered as he looked over at Eddie. Wayne didn’t really know how to tell Eddie you’ve moved on and your much happier now. It was like a whole new world had opened up for you. 

Eddie nodded his head.

“ So boy, tell me all the food you’ve been talking about through your letters? Where did the other boys drag you?” Wayne thought it would be best to stir the conversation away from you and into something else.

He didn’t Eddie coming back to ruin anything. He was going to find out anyways. Eddie’s eyes brighten as he chuckled and began telling Wayne what he exuded in the letters.

He could see the mood change in Eddie. 

Wayne was happy to see Eddie back but he wasn’t sure Eddie was going to handle what’s about to come his way. 

-

It’s been a couple years since Eddie has left for his dream, you heard he has a house in California or somewhere, you don’t remember the name.

Wayne had came into the diner to check in how you were holding up. The first few years without Eddie had been hard and you had cocooned yourself in your room.

You have missed him quite a lot, and the hurtful part was you had to hear it from Wayne that he had been sending him letters and there was no source of contact with you.

It was like he erased himself out of your life and didn’t want to exist in your world. You haven’t forgotten his face or his name as you slowly got back to your feet, there was one person that held your hand through it all.

He had seen every single side of you and held you on the nights where you had trouble sleeping.

From his chestnut fluffy hair to his brown eyes to his moles to his mom stands to his smile to the way he handles himself, to the way he cared about you, to the way he made sure you never stopped laughing to the way he turned into your favorite person.

Steve Harrington became your rock. 

He watched as you rounded around the tables making sure everything was alright with the customers and their food.

He had a towel over his shoulder with his arms across his chest while a smile placed on his lips while some of his hair hung in front of his forehead, he had outgrown his facial hair a bit. It did quite suit him and made him look older.

Steve never imagined in his life catching a girl like you as his.

You were Eddie’s girl and he never thought you’d even look his way.

But he became your person, your person that held you up high when you needed someone and he became the person that glued your heart back together. 

“ Would you stop staring at your girlfriend and pour us some coffee, man?” Steve was too busy to pay attention to you that he couldn’t hear the giggle from Nancy as she sat in front with one hand supporting her head while the other looked over at you then back to Steve.

“ He’s in love, let him be” Nancy says.

Dustin sighed as he stabbed a fork with his pancakes. He was grumpier than usual since Susie had to go back home, to pack since she was going to be moving here with Dustin.

His curls still buried with a cap on his head as he stared down at his plate mumbling underneath his breath. 

“ You have customers, Harrington! We need to be served!” Robin put two hands around her mouth as she shouted to grab Steve’s attention.

Steve finally broke his gaze away from you and looked over to Robin with a glare. He took the towel off his shoulder as he wiped down the counter. 

“ There is no need to shout, I’m right here Robin” he says rolling his eyes. You had now walked around the counter and standing next to your boyfriend.

“ Hey guys” you greeted your friends, taking the mug that has been sitting behind Steve.

“ Coffee?” 

“ Finally some good service” Dustin says. 

“ Oh shut up Henderson” Steve rolled his eyes. 

“ Don’t fight, take it outside if you need to “ you kissed Steve’s cheek as his blushed when your lips met his cheek. 

“ Steve wouldn’t even last a fight with anyone. Remember Jonathan? Remember Billy?”Mike asked.

You looked over to Max at the mention of her brother, she hesitated on eating her breakfast but continued as if nothing happened.

She was still mourning her brother after everything that had happened in Hawkins, to your friends and now that everything was back to normal, you knew she missed him.

Even if he it was a jerk. Your hand places on top of her in comfort. She looks up giving you a small smile as a thank you. You hadn’t even heard the door opened until silence fills the diner causing you to look up. 

There he stood with his hair frizzier than ever, his brown eyes locking on your figure and his arms were filed with ink.

He had the smudge of eyeliner underneath his eyes and a beard that seems to stare right at your face.

He stood there next to Wayne who shot you an apologetic look. 

The chairs had turned around and both Mike and Dustin stood up from the chair as they gasped at the sight of their friend. 

“ Eddie?” Dustin asked. “ Holy shit” he got off the chair racing towards him. Eddie couldn’t stop staring at you. Eddie’s eyes move to the figure besides you, Steve from the looks of it. He looks a bit different than before. 

“ Dustin?” Eddie asked as he dropped his gaze to the one who was speaking to him.

Dustin had that toothy smile he had and those curls. “ Man, I’ve missed you so much” Dustin throws himself into Eddie’s arms as he embraces him. 

“ I miss you too” Eddie hugs him back but in his prevail vision he can see you running to the back with Steve heading there too.

The diner has gone silence because everyone’s head turned at the sight of Eddie Munson standing there. Since the band got signed, Eddie Munson has became a whole different name to Hawkins, Indiana. 

“ Is she with Steve?” Eddie asks as his eyes linger on the door you walked through hoping you’d pop back in to greet him with a warm smile but the door remained shut.

He turned his head towards Wayne who stood by his side with a guilty look on his face.

He didn’t want to mention to Eddie that you have moved on to Steve of all people. Eddie never imagined that Steve Harrington would get his girl. 

“ Is she with Steve?” Eddie asked again, this time more louder. 

“ Look son-“ Wayne started to say but Eddie stopped him with his hand up. 

“ Why didn’t you tell me? You’ve been sending me letters and yet not in one of them you mentioned her” Wayne glanced down at his shoes.

He had left out the part that you’ve been coming to check on Wayne every weekend to see how he was holding up withe Eddie being gone and making sure he was fed. 

“ Did you all knew?” He looked to each of his friends and everyone started back at him with a guilty look on their faces.

“ We didn’t want to hurt you” Robin says as she stands up from her seat. “ You left her… and we didn’t know weather it would be good to mention her” 

Eddie nodded his head as his face filled with hurt as he back away to the door.

The squeaky of his boots could be heard through the diner as he turned around and made his way to the door.

The jingle of the bell signal he left the diner and you peeked through the window releasing the breathe you were holding.

You stood up with Steve by your side with a hand of comfort on your back as you looked towards the door and locked eyes with Wayne as his filed with sorrow. 

“ It’s okay” Steve reassured you, “ Eddie is just being Eddie” 

-

Steve was just picking up some things from the store that he needed to make dinner for the both of you when he rounded the corner seeing the mane of curls from earlier making his way towards him it looked like.

Eddie stopped in is tracks once he noticed who stood a few feet away from him.

He eyed Steve in the yellow sweatshirt, he grown a stubble out and his hair out grew from the last time they saw each other. Both of them have changed their looks but it’s the familiar anger in both their eyes that wasn’t missable. 

“ Harrington” Eddie greeted him with an unamused look on his face.

“ Munson” Steve greeted him with a bored look on his face. Steve wanted to side step Eddie but Eddie followed him in his steps and blocking him from going anywhere.

“ What do you want?” Steve huffed out, “ I have dinner I need to make.” 

Eddie eyed the food in Steve’s arms as he tilted his head to the side in wonder what was he making and then remembered he was making dinner for you too. 

Suddenly something overcomes Eddie as he takes a hold of Steve’s shoulders and slams him into a stack of cans of vegetables on the shelf. Some fallen down onto the floor hitting both their feet but Eddie doesn’t mind as his brown doe eyes are filled with rage.

Steve’s jaw clenches as he hisses from the pain from his back. 

Eddie’s nose twitches as he speaks, “ What do you think your doing? With her? Good old Harrington didn’t have all the charm when I left. It worked for her? Did she throw you a pity party and suddenly you went on your knees begging for her?” 

Steve took a deep breathe through his nose and clenched the food in his hands. 

“ You don’t know anything about her anymore” Eddie sneered as the grip on Steve tightened. There was a crowd forming around them as people stopped to look what was going on. 

“ Yeah? You do? Did all mighty Steve Harrington swoop her off her feet?” 

“ She’s mine now, Munson” Steve says as he looks down, “ Let go off me too. Your causing a scene, that wouldn’t be good for your look” Eddie looked around watching as the people crowded and were talking to each other.

He released Steve’s hold but not before pushing him one more time into the shelves. Steve barely got a grip of his footing as he bounced back on his feet, glaring at Eddie. 

“ She’s come crawling back to me, Harrington. I mean look at me” he straightened out his leather jacket, it was nice and a new scent hit Steve’s nose causing him to wrinkle it.

“ I’m the rockstar, and I have everything I could give her. And you? Your time is running out.” Eddie laughed. 

“ Don’t touch her or look at her, Munson” Steve shouted as Eddie walked backwards into the crowd and disappearing out of sight. 

Steve looked around the crowd as he tried to make it through to the register without another glance.

He wasn’t going to let this get to him. Eddie might have the fame and the life he wanted, but Steve has you. That’s all he wanted in his life, someone like you to adore and take care of. 

When he walked through the apartment he shared with with bags in his hands, you sat up from the couch seeing the troubled looked on his face.

“ Something happened?” You could always tell if something was bothering Steve, but he walked to the kitchen to set the bags of food down before taking them out and placing them on the counter.

“ Steve?” You called out his name, he heard it but chose to ignore you because he wanted to start on dinner and he knows your going to bug him until he gives in.

You walked around the kitchen to him and wrapped your arms around his back and leaning your head on his back.He tenses up at your touch and stops taking the things out of the bag as his hands grip the counter.

He has som any words on the tip of his tongue but instead he turns around and wraps his arms around you. He kisses on top of your head. 

“ Just a long day, I need to start dinner” he says. He doesn’t fully tell you the truth on what happened. It’s been a long day at the diner and seeing Eddie at the store.

You pulled away from him glancing up to see his reaction and if he’s lying to you. But Steve turns around to start dinner without another word. You sighed as you tell Steve your going to take a shower, he hums in agreement as he takes out some pots. 

You head upstairs without another word.

-

The Hide Out hasn’t changed much since the last time you were here, there were more people than the drunks that are usually there and your eyes fallen onto Eddie who was busy in conversation with a girl on his left and there was another one on his right that was rubbing her hand up and down his chest. You rolled your eyes as he happily chatted away with them.

Your line of vision got interrupted by a familiar beaming face. 

“ Is that you Y/N?” Gareth asked. He still wore that red flannel that you usually saw him in but it was filled with pins of different bands. 

“ In a flash Emerson” He could not help himself but throw his arms around you as he pulled you into his chest.

He squeeze tight as he hugged you. This caught the attention of Eddie as he watched you interact with Gareth like a happy camper. 

“ Your hair is really soft, what do you use?” One of the girls that he was holding asked him. He pursed his lips and answered simply, “ Shampoo and conditioner” he says while not breaking eye contact as his nose twitched watching as Jeff walked over and threw his arms around you.

It’s seem like the whole band was reuniting with you expect for him. It was like he was just a blank space in your life right now and he didn’t like it. 

“ Is that your girlfriend?” The other asked him. Eddie broke his gaze from you and turned to the girl that asked him. 

“ No, she’s not. Are you jealous little one?” He asks. She grin and gripped his thigh. 

“ I’m sure I can be better with my mouth than she can” she giggled while Eddie laughed asking her to show him. That’s when your head turned to watch as Eddie played tonsil hockey with some blonde on his arm. 

“ Is he always like that?” You asked motioning with your hand towards Eddie. Gareth looked over as he nodded his head. 

“ He’s been on girl left and right, he’s a rockstar. What do you expect?” You scoffed. 

“Gross” you shivered with disgust. Eddie really thought you’d be giving him the time of day as he made out with some girl he didn’t remember her name even.

You on the other hand, was more interested as Gareth talked about one of the places he visited with Jeff and the both of them had such a great time.

“ You should go with us one day” Jeff offered. “ You’d love traveling around the world” 

“ She’s not really the type for traveling” you heard the familiar voice that you dodged every second you count as he sat down across from you with a cigarette in between his lips. 

“ Oh and how would you know?” You finally asked breaking the tension or whatever it was between the two of you.

Eddie was surprised you were talking to him and giving him attention that he wanted from the start. 

“ Sweetheart, you own a diner. You don’t have much going on in your life. You won’t even handle traveling”

“ Last time I checked, Munson, I didn’t ask your opinion and two, you clearly been sleeping with every chick around the world. Who knows what you might have now?” Eddie smirked as he eyed you up and down. 

“ What does my sleeping around have to do with you?” He took out the cigarette from his mouth as he dubbed into the ash tray. 

You glared at him as you held back your answer. You didn’t care who he slept with or kissed. It was his life. 

“ You jealous sweetheart? You want to sit on daddy’s lap?” He asked leaning forward. “ Daddy has plenty of room for you” he winked. You shivered with disgust. 

‘ I have a boyfriend, Edward” he frowned as he remembered that you were dating Steve. 

“ The good old Harrington. What did he do that got you hopping on his cock? Did he beg?” 

“ Oh fuck you, Edward!” You hissed as you stood up from your chair. 

You grabbed the beer that Gareth was drinking and took the glass from his hands as you splashed it against Eddie’s face. He gasped as he stood up feeling the beer drip down his face. 

“ Do you know how much this jacket cost????!” He asked as he shook his hair. Little droplets of beer hit his face you scoffed. 

“ I could care less about your jacket, you’re a jackass Eddie Munson and always were a jackass. I can’t believe I ever could love someone like you” the words cut deep into Eddie’s heart as his mouth hanged opened staring at you. 

He watched as you walk away from the table and out the doors out of the Hide Out. 

“ Very nice, you had to ruin it” Jeff says. Eddie grumbles underneath his breath as he glares at Jeff taking his seat back and stealing Jeff’s beer. 

“ That was mine!” Jeff shouted, Eddie shrugged as he downed it down before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was going to get you to talk to him again. 

The next time Eddie sees you is when he’s standing outside of Wayne’s trailer.

It’s the same trailer that Eddie had grew up in and Wayne never moved away.

There were too many memories inside. Eddie raises his eyebrow when he sees you stepping out of your car with a bag in your hands. Not just one but two.

His eyebrows knit together as he raked his brain trying to figure out why you were here all of sudden. 

As you got nearer, he could smell something good inside those bags and stepped in your way when you were trying to get to the door.

“ Move” you spatted, not bothering to glance at him. You wanted to drop this food off that you cooked from him for the week before getting back to work.

Steve had it handled back at the diner and told you to go what you needed to do. 

“ What’s in the bag, princess?” He asked taking one finger and hooking it on the bag to look inside but you don’t let him look as you snatch the bag away from him. “ This isn’t for you, Eddie.” 

The door to the trailer opened and out stepped Wayne and turning to greet you as he looks over at you from Eddie’s shoulder.

“ Good to see you kid, you didn’t have to bring me anything” he says as he eyes the back knowing what’s inside. Eddie turned his had to glance at Wayne in confusion.

“ What do you mean?” He asks. 

Wayne chuckles as he put his hands on his hips. 

“ She’s been taking care of me, making sure I’m fed while you have been away. A home cook meal does wonders, boy” Wayne says as he reaches for the bags in your hands.

You offer them underneath Eddie’s arm but he steps aside that Wayne has a better grip on the bags. “ This smells so good” Wayne says sniffing the bags. 

“ It’s some of your favorites inside” Wayne pulled away as he smiles. Eddie watches as you two interact, there is a burning inside of him because he didn’t realize you would look after his family even after the two of you ended things.

He always thought that you’d move away from here and live your life out there. 

“ Be sure to thank that boy of yours too, I know he helps you” Eddie growls as he hears Wayne. 

“ Pretty boy cooks too? He’s the whole package” Eddie says. “ You’ve outdone yourself there, who knew you were into good boys like Steve Harrington? Honestly, was it the hair? His chest hair? His car? His lost puppy look when Nancy left him? Was it the desperation flirting? Hm? What did it take for him to get you” 

“ You’re a piece of shit, Munson. You know that?”

Eddie shrugged in response. 

“ Son, what’s got into you?” Wayne says. “ You never were like this”

“ I grew some balls and looked at life in a better picture” Eddie answered with a chuckle.

Your jaw clenched as you glared at him. This wasn’t the Eddie Munson you knew. This wasn’t the man you used to love. 

“ Boy..” Wayne started to say.

“ No, Wayne. Let him be” 

 “ Yeah Wayne, let me be” Eddie shrugged. 

“ Fame got to his head, who knows what kind of things else got to him? Maybe his dick will fall off from how many girls want to hop on it” Eddie chuckled. 

“ You jealous, sweetheart? Sounds like you are. You want a piece of this” 

“ Never in my life would I want to date someone like you” 

“ You already did, remember?” You pushed past him to your car. 

“ That’s right sweetheart, you could never take the heat and you are always walking away. Cat got your tongue?” 

You turned around and made your way over to him. He thought you were ready to come to him when he didn’t know that you were going to do what you were going to do.

His face turned to the side as the side of his face beeted red from your hand slapping him across the face. 

“ That’s for being a dickhead” you looked over to Wayne as he smiled in amusement and nodded as he motioned to the car. He was telling you to go back to work. That he has this. 

Eddie’s eyes blink with tears as he looked back at you and rubbed the side of his face, he wasn’t expecting that. Not one bit. 

“ Do I need to show you some whoopin, boy?” Wayne asked and Eddie turned his head to look at his uncle.

“ I have places to be” he answered him. Before Wayne could get his hands on Eddie, Eddie was storming down and making his way down the path. 

-

You were listing off the special when the bell to the diner rang and you haven’t noticed who walked in.

But Steve did, he stopped cleaning the glass in his hands as he set it down giving a glare off to him.

The squeak of the boots hit the diner floor as he made his way to one of the booth a little in the back to stay hidden from the view.

Steve had not taken his eyes off of him as he set down and his eyes lingered on your back which caused Steve to round to make his way over to you. 

“ Don’t” he heard Dustin speak out from where he was sitting with a mouthful of fries in his mouth. Steve scrunched up his face in disgust. 

“ Okay first of all, don’t chew with your mouth full Henderson. Two, why not?” 

He swallowed the fries in his mouth as he took a drink off his milkshake before answering Steve, “ Better?” Steve nodded with his hands on his hips as he tapped his food waiting for Dustin to tell him why he couldn’t walk up to you and notify you that Eddie walked in through the diner. 

“ Let her face him on her own and she’s a big girl to fight her own battles” Steve huffed as he watched you talk to the customers with a small chuckle.

At the sound of your chuckle it was like everything washed away as he happily sighed giving you your own time to notice Eddie sitting in the corner.

He went back to getting more menus seeing a couple walk through the doors as he set to greet them. 

You were cleaning off the nearby table when you saw in your line of vision the boots, and your eyes traveled up those black pants and eyeing the familiar handcuff belt that he always wore in high school to the shirt underneath he wore to the leather jacket to his fuzzy mane of curls. 

“ Are you done checking me out yet or are you going to serve me?” He asks as he lifts up his head meeting your gaze with a slight smirk on his face.

Your lips turned into a deep frown, as you scoffed making your way over to him and getting out your little small note pad that you always carried with you. 

“ What do you want?” You asked, not really so kindly like with the other customers. Eddie wasn’t like all the others in the diner. 

Eddie leaned back into his seat, “ That is no way to greet a customer. Try again.” He says. You gritted your teeth having a tight grip on the notebook in your hands.

You huffed through your nose really not wanting to do this. You turned your head to meet Steve gaze as his eyes were filled with concern.

It was written on his face if he should come over there to ease things up and pull you away but you shook your head in response knowing what that look is for. 

“ Hello, welcome to Hawkins Easy Eats Diner. What can I get you today?” You mumbled holding a smile wile gripping the pen in your hand tightly. Eddie chuckled as he licked his lips, “ Now wasn’t that so hard, sweetheart?” 

“ Your not the only customer I need to tend to, hurry up Munson” Eddie tapped his finger against his chin thinking on what he wanted.

He took his sweet time as he looked around the diner noticing Dustin was sitting enjoying his milkshake now as he was trying to distract Steve who’s been eyeing Eddie since he walked in. 

There weren’t a lot of people today. Eddie shifted in his seat as he thought about it but his eyes roamed what you looked like at the moment. 

“ If your done gawking at my girlfriend, Munson. Now would be a good time to order or get out” Steve growls as he shouts through the diner. You shoot Steve a look and turn back to Eddie. 

“ I will have a cheeseburger and fries, with a milkshake” He glared over to Steve as you turned around and make your way to the back shoving the slip of paper into Steve’s chest while you cleaned off Dustin’s plate off the table and going to the back.

Steve brushes past you to the grill. 

“ Why do I have to make his food?” He asks while you turned on the sink to soak the dishes in the sink while turning around to face your boyfriend.

“ I saw the way you were looking at him, Steve. He’s just going to eat and go on his merry way and if not, well then I’ll handle it” Steve was about to open his mouth and say something that he was going to handle it. 

“ No, you’re not going to say a thing” Steve was about to say something else when you shook your head. 

“ We’re not going to kick him out, Hopper will be here and we don’t need to get what happened last week” Steve pouted as he mumbled underneath his breath.

Last week he had to throw out Tommy H with Carol from the diner as they threw the food back at Steve telling him he didn’t make it correctly.

Steve was angry at them and they ended up breaking two tables, some glass and ended up hitting someone else.

Hopper had to come down and break the fight up, he wasn’t too happy about the place and it took a whole two days to fix everything back up.

No one was happy that the diner was closed on those two days. Tommy apologized to you and grumbled to Steve while Carol rolled her eyes at you. They haven’t been back since. 

“ I won that fight” Steve mumbles. You shook your head, “ I am going back out there and you stay here and continue making burgers. Everyone seems to love them” Steve grins as he pats his chest. 

“ I’m hell of a cook” you rolled your eyes with a chuckle, “ Yeah, Yeah. Just get back to work” He grins and winks playfully. 

“ Whatever you say, boss” but before you walk out to the front, he catches your arm and bring you back, wrapping his arm around you as he kisses you.

You smile against his lips, kissing him back. You two were caught up in the moment to not bothering to hear the grill hiss as the burgers were burning. Your eyes got wide.

“ Steve!” You pushed him away motioning to the grill.

“ shit” he says as he flips them, “ my bad” his cheeks beet red as he rubs the back of his neck.

You shook your head walking back out taking some napkins from the stack and rifling where it needs to be refilled. 

“ When is my food going to be ready?” You heard Eddie speak out as he drummed his fingers on the table. 

“ When it’s ready it will be ready” you rolled your eyes, grabbing the ketchup and putting it onto Eddie’s table since it was missing. 

“ Do you love him?” He asks you all of sudden. The question does catch you off guard but you answer him. 

“ I do” you nodded not looking over to Eddie as you hurried to the next table to greet the other customers walking in.

Steve walks out with the plate of Eddie’s food as he brings it to you. 

“ I am not bringing it to him” Steve shakes his head as he looks at Eddie who kept waving to him like he was happy to see him when

Steve scoffs and walks back into the back taking the piece of paper you gave him for the next order. You glance down at the burger and make your way over to Eddie, dropping the plate in front of him. 

“ You could of broke that. That wasn’t nice of you” he says. You rolled your eyes.

“ Eat the damn food Eddie and go” the tone in your voice made a flash of hurt cross his face.

You almost felt guilty seeing it but it vanished when he shoved the food away from him. 

“ Put it on the table like a normal person” he demanded. You looked at him in shock from how he was treating you.

He really thought he was in control here when you own this diner with Steve. But everything here was what you worked for and you weren’t about to let some rockstar own it like it was his place. No. 

“ Excuse me? Who do you think you are talking to me like that?” He smirked waving a hand over himself. “ Do you know who I am, sweetheart?” 

“ I don’t have time for your games, eat your food and leave. Don’t forget to leave a good tip like a good boy” he scoffs as he glances down at his food.

“ Place it nicely on the table first and maybe I will” he sends you a wide smilie thinking he won this time.

But you took the plate and placed it down gently on the table, he was about to speak when you took the bun off and licked it before placing it back down on his burger.

His mouth dropped open at what you had done, he scoffed. 

“ Is that good enough for you?” 

“ I demand another burger, tell Harrington I don’t want your germs and he has not make me a new one” He puts his arms across his chest as he pouted in his seat.

His stomach growled in hunger. 

“ I am waiting” he mumbles seeing you weren’t moving from your spot. Steve walked by with a milkshake in his hands.

“ Stevie?” You called out to him and stopping him from walking to the other table around the corner.

He turned to you just as you grabbed the milkshake from his hands.

“ I could do you one better, Munson” The whole diner gasped as they watched you pour a strawberry milkshake over Eddie’s head drenching his curls in the sweetness.

Eddie gasped as he stood up from his seat but the door flew opened with a cheery Chrissy Cunningham screaming out. 

“ I’m getting married this weekend and your all invited” she clasped her arms together before noticing a drenched Eddie Munson shaking with anger. 

“ Oh Eddie, when did you get back?” She asks, sweetly. “ You got a little something” she points out. 

“ You don’t say” he sarcastically says. Her eyes follow where you stand and rush over to you. 

“ I want you to be my maid of honor, Y/N! Please, oh please!” She begs taking your hand in hers. 

“ I would love that” 

“ Hello!!!” Eddie waved his arms, “ I am drenched in a milkshake. Someone get me a towel. Dustin, get me something” he waves his arms. Dustin eyebrows scrunches together in confusion and points to himself. 

“ Are you serious, Eddie?” You asked. 

“ Last time I checked, Eddie. I am your friend not your servant or assistant. Get your damn towel yourself and get your head out of your ass because you clearly forgot what it’s like to be a human being and a friend. Go back to where you move to, go back to your music. You’re not wanted here” Dustin’s words hit Eddie like a ton of bricks as he looks around the diner in shame. 

“ You may be living the rockstar life, but you are a huge disappointment to those that cared for you” Max steps in as she glares at Eddie.

“ Especially around this diner, that Y/N and Steve build and worked so hard to make” He looks over to Steve with a guilty look on his face and then he locks eyes with you but your walking away from him. 

“ Y/N” he calls out your name but you don’t want anything to do with him. You had no idea how to feel at the moment. 

“ Just go Munson” Steve says. 

Eddie hangs his head as he hurries out the door without casting another look as you watch him leave the diner. You swore you saw tears in his eyes.

[gracegrove]

TW 70s era use of the word "queer"

Neil Hargrove doing a very working-class thing by volun-telling Billy that he will be spending his summer as a 14-year-old doing hard manual labor on a job site with some random ass uncle he didn't even know he had until one morning over dry Cheerios.

Neil drops him off at Uncle Matt's in Anaheim with a backpack and a duffel bag. See ya in September. "Don't cause your uncle any trouble," he warned with a thick grip on the shoulder before he took off for the interstate.

Billy stared at the man with hard eyes, his arms crossed in defiance. "You're not my real Uncle..."

The man chortled, ash sprinkling from the thick cigar chomped in his teeth. "Ya think so, tough guy?" He chuckled some more, waving for Billy to come inside.

Uncle Matt was a large man, as wide as he was tall. The furniture groaned when he sat down, casually kicking off his work boots and shrugging out of his suspenders as he picked up the can of beer from the side table.

"So Willy..." "It's Billy." Uncle Matt gave him a toothy grin. "Billy," he corrected, "Ya ever work a day in yer life?"

Billy sat on the corner of the couch, as the man took a long sip from his Coors. "Kinda. I mow lawns n' stuff."

Matt chuckled, "Ya ain't gonna be mowing no fucking lawns here! This is gonna be hardass work kid. Best get some sleep now..."

Billy rolled his eyes and headed off to the bedroom he was given.

After the first month, Billy and Uncle Matt fell into a routine. Matt's wind-up alarm clock was grating and shrill enough to wake Billy before Matt got two extra snores in at sunrise. The pair shared toast, eggs, and Folger's instant before heading out to the job site.

Billy's hands had gotten rough and calloused. Blistered and scabbed over more times than he could count.

"Hey Billy!" Matt called out over the ending shift horn. Billy slung the hammer in his grip onto the loop of his jeans and began climbing down the ladder. "Yah?"

"We're gonna have some company over tonight for dinner. My bookkeeper, Dan. So play nice." Billy smiled wryly. "I always play nice."

Things seemed a bit odd when dinnertime began rolling around. Uncle Matt was combing and carefully parting his hair in the mirror and was that the stench of aftershave on his beard?

Also for the first time in his life, Billy discovered what a tablecloth looked like as Matt carefully smoothed it across the dining room table. Billy crinkled his nose in suspicion, "Dan's a woman."

Matt barked out a laughed. "You're a hoot kid! Wait till Dan hears that!"

The doorbell rang and Matt stood up straight, smoothing his shirt. "Billy, can you set the plates out while I get the door?" Billy squinted at him, as the man hurried out of the room.

Peeking his head around the corner Billy snuck a glance at their guest.

Dan was not what Billy was expecting and he certainly wasn't a woman either. Dan was an average man of average height. He had shaggy brown hair and a thick mustache to boot. His face was set with round thick-rimmed glasses. What was so special about Dan that they had to have dinner with him?

The men hugged at the door, the embrace uncharacteristic of how Billy believed men should act around each other. They regarded each other warmly. "I'm so glad you came," Matt said quietly. "Me too. I've missed you."

Scurrying back, Billy quickly set the table and sat down, his heart thundering. He suddenly felt like he shouldn't be here. Like he was now a part of a horrible secret.

"Billy, this is Dan." Matt introduced as they entered the room. Billy awkwardly rose from his chair, weakly shaking his hand. "H-hey."

"Why don't you two have a seat and I'll fetch the chow, huh?" Matt said happily, a hand on Dan's shoulder.

"Oh, I'll help!" Billy forcibly stated, rushing into the kitchen.

Matt raised an eyebrow, "Ok..."

In the kitchen, Billy was nervously wringing his hands around a hot pad as Matt entered. "Are you a queer?" he blurted out, regretting it in an instant.

Matt set down the crockery he had set to take in. "I am Billy. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

Billy twisted the hot pad back and forth in his hands, "I... – I don't know. It's like..." He was struggling, his nose scrunching and his eyes watering up. "You're... you're not supposed to."

Uncle Matt ripped a paper towel off the rack and handed it to Billy. "It's okay tough guy, you don't gotta figure it all out right now. If you wanna have dinner in your room you can."

Billy shook his head, blowing his nose loudly. "But you made all this, and... you're real nice, and... –"

"... a damned queer." Matt added with a deadpan delivery. "Just don't tell your father, he'd have a heart attack."

Billy laughed.

"Now c'mon. Chow's gettin' cold."

[obiwansito]

Mornings with you

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pairing- obi wan x f!reader

word count- 2.3k

summary- lazy mornings with your fiancé obi-wan are the best, especially if you end up having a morning shower together.

tags- smut, fluff, shower sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink, morning sex, soft dom obi wan, orden 66 didn't happened. 18+ only. minors do not interact.

a/n- this was supposed to be a cute fluff fic but my characters started being horny unconsciously?? and it resulted in this.

The rays of the rising sun were beginning to filter into your room, filling it with a soft warm light. The birds were singing, it was a beautiful morning in Lake Country. Just another day waking up in that peaceful place you had moved to when the war came to an end, almost two years ago.

You stirred slightly, still with the heaviness of sleep in your eyes. You analyzed your position, you were hugging the body of Obi-Wan, your fiancé, who was sleeping peacefully beside you. You smiled to yourself. After many years, a hidden relationship and even a war, you had finally achieved what you had longed for so much. Peace, stability... and above all, happiness. A future together.

You sank your face into the bare chest of the man next to you, lazily inhaling his comforting scent. You had spent so much time together, yet every moment with him still filled you with excitement.

You let your mind wander to the past, the moment when you first met, he a jedi knight, and you, Plo Koon's Padawan. You had always been attracted to Obi-Wan, but he didn't notice you until many years later, when you were promoted. Even there it took a little while, it wasn't until the war exploded and you were both assigned to multiple missions together, that you really started to get to know each other, and eventually, fall in love.

You thought about all you had to go through to get to this peaceful moment. The pain, the losses, the wounds. All the trauma, the sound of explosions, months on end without seeing each other. Your heart ached as you remembered the times you'd make calls in the middle of the night, sometimes for just a few seconds, to know that the other was okay. That you were alive and holding on, and that eventually you would be reunited, and together again. Just Obi-Wan and you, forever.

You decided to focus on the good memories. Anakin unmasked Sidious who was an infiltrated Sith all along, and caused the war. He told you, and both of you told the council about it.

And after being so long in a war you were destined to lose, the Republic had begun a new era. An era of peace and justice. Of course, things were still not perfect, but now there were honest people fighting for the betterment of the galaxy.

However, after a long discussion, Obi-Wan and you decided to step back from the Order. You were both clear about your new goal: to be together.

A hand resting on your hair brought you out of your thoughts, making you look up. You were so focused that you didn't even notice in the force that your beloved had woken up and was looking at you tenderly. “Good morning, my love.” You whispered, grinning dreamily at him as you reached out your arm to stroke his beard.

“Good morning, darling.” He leaned over to give you a little kiss. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby. And you?”

“Very well, as always when I'm by your side.” You laughed at that. “Always so corny.”

Obi-Wan shrugged, looking at you with amusement. “Just for you.”

You both laughed, looking at each other lovingly. You weren't in any hurry to get up, you just wanted to be together all the time. If it were up to you, you'd spend all your time in that bed. Alone, cuddling, kissing, making love... or just talking, laughing together.

Suddenly, a memory came to your mind. “Hey, love...” He looked at you curiously. “When was the breakfast Padmé had invited us to?”

His eyes widened in surprise, and you realized the answer. It was today. “Kriff.” You propped yourself up on your elbow, rising just slightly to look at the clock on Obi-Wan's nightstand. 0700. If you remembered correctly, you'd agreed to meet at 0900. “Oh, we're on time.”

You dropped down beside him again, both of you laughing. You ran a hand through his soft hair, leaning down to bring your lips together in a soft kiss. Your aim was for it to be slow and tender, however, your boyfriend rested his strong hands on your waist, positioning you on top of him.

You stifled a moan as his tongue entered your mouth, deepening the embrace. You could have spent hours like this. And you would have, but unfortunately you needed air to live, and this close together you couldn't breathe. You broke apart reluctantly, pressing your foreheads together and catching your breath.

A few seconds passed like that, when you lay down on his chest. “We should get up, you know?” you whispered, causing him to laugh, growling with amusement. “We should. But only if you let me sneak into your morning shower.”

You hummed, feeling the lust in your bond. You nodded, slowly getting up and taking his hand. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach from anticipation, and your lower half slowly getting wet at the thought of what was to come.

You both walked slowly towards your shared bathroom, the sexual tension very clearly felt with or without the force. Once you arrived, you released his hand to remove your nightgown, feeling shivers run through your naked body.

Obi-Wan ran his gaze over your body, mesmerized. So many years together, and he still couldn't believe how lucky he was to be with a woman as beautiful as you. You smiled at him and stepped into the shower, motioning for him to follow you. He obeyed, removing his pants and underwear, following you and closing the shower curtain behind him.

“You are so kriffing beautiful.” He whispered, running a hand over your smooth cheeks.

“Even freshly awake and with hair all messed up?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Even so. In any of your presentations, you are always the most beautiful woman in the world.” You giggled, your cheeks warming slightly.

Obi-Wan rested a hand on your waist. You were looking at each other with intensity, daring the other to make the first move. Finally, you placed your arms around his neck, and pulled him in to join your lips in a hungry kiss.

The warmth of his lips on yours made you let out a sigh, letting go and making you bump against the wall. He extended his arm towards the shower handle, and you both felt the warm water falling on your bodies, which only aroused you more. Your hands gently pulled his hair, while your tongues danced in a wet game.

You separated after a few seconds to catch your breath, and he pushed his face into your wet neck, leaving kisses and bites that would surely leave marks later. You moaned a little, feeling his big hands roaming your body, which felt small compared to his. He cupped your tits, running his thumbs over your nipples, which were erect from the contact and from the water.

He ran all over your neck with kisses, savoring your body and enjoying your delicious smell. Probably his favorite scent in the whole world, where he felt most safe and loved. He slowly moved down to your breasts, grabbing one between his lips, gently biting your nipple, pulling a moan from you. You could feel his smirk, he was relishing the moment.

His other hand explored your waist, your hips, your abdomen, until he reached the part where you needed attention the most. Your legs obediently opened, getting Obi-Wan to let out a small chuckle. “That's my girl. So obedient-and so wet for me.”

“Technically, I'm wet because we're in the shower.” You managed to get your voice out in the midst of your lust. He looked at you amused, shaking his head.

“You're hilarious, aren't you?” he whispered warmly against your skin, stroking his hand down your thighs, making your skin bristle, but not giving you what you wanted.

Your breath hitched, closing your eyes. “Obi-Wan, please - stop teasing.”

“I will consider it. Only if you accept how wet you are for me.” He licked your nipple, making you moan.

This was a part of Obi-Wan that didn't come out often, his dominant side, his voice hoarser than usual, full of lust. You loved it when he was like this.

“I'm... I'm wet for you, darling. Please...”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

“As you wish.” With that said, he fell to his knees, placing one of your legs over his shoulder. For a second you thought you were going to slip, but you soon realized you were being held by force.

Obi-wan moved his face closer to your crotch, leaving wet kisses on your inner thighs, while his thumb went to your clit, pressing it gently.

“Kriff.” You moaned as he ran his thumb around your entire pussy, collecting your wetness and bringing it back to your sensitive spot, bringing his lips close to kiss it.

He growled with arousal, loving the taste of your lust. “So sweet...” He breathed on your intimate part, making you moan from his warmth. His tongue began to move in circles around your clit, while teasing your entrance with two fingers. You shifted your thighs as you closed your eyes, aching for more.

You could feel your fiancé's smile as he listened to your reactions, he loved to tease you, and sense how desperate you were to feel him. He looked up, catching your eyes directly as he pushed his angled finger into your entrance with a wet sound, making you moan. “Oh, force...”

You closed your eyes, obscene sounds coming out of your mouth as you felt Obi-Wan fuck you with his mouth and fingers. Of course, it wasn't the same as when he did it with his cock, but the man was damn good either way.

Your thoughts were interrupted when he inserted a second finger, reaching a point that made you scream from the pleasure. The brush of his beard on your sensitive skin only made you more aroused.

“So good for me. My sweet darling.” Obi-Wan looked gorgeous like this. His reddish hair wet and messy from your own hands, his face pressed into your pussy and focused on pleasuring you. You felt a warmth in your stomach, your orgasm was approaching.

“More... please, more...” You begged, your legs were trying to close but he held them steady using force. You squirmed, the man was eating you like he was starving. “I'm going to... come...”

You stopped talking when you felt the pleasure coursing through your body, closing your eyes and letting yourself go, you felt fireworks around you as you moaned uncontrollably. You felt him rise carefully, stroking your hair. “That's it, beautiful. Cum for me. You did amazing.”

You slowly opened your eyes as you recovered, taking in the wonderful sight in front of you. Obi-Wan looking at you lustfully, his beard wet with your juices. You moved in to kiss him passionately, tasting yourself on his mouth. You moaned slightly, feeling the heat return to your body.

You moved your hand down to his cock, stroking it and feeling pre-cum already on his tip. You were going to kneel down, ready to please him, but he stopped you. “You'll have time later to return the favor. Now, I want to fuck your little pussy.”

You breathed heavily, feeling your wetness rise at that statement. You could only whisper a small “Yes...”, feeling arousal coursing through your body. He grabbed you with one of his strong arms, and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, holding tight to him.

He kissed you again, while with his free hand he touched his cock, lubricating it with pre-cum and then placing it between your legs, just grazing your entrance, and making you both let out a little moan.

“Just... do it.” You whispered, and he arched an eyebrow.

“Do what? Use your words, baby.”

“Just fuck me, please...” You let out a guttural moan as he entered you in one thrust, touching just your sensitive spot.

“So tight and wet for me...” You clenched your walls around Obi-Wan's cock, making him let out a grunt as he began to thrust into you.

His movements were quick but precise, very much his style. He took his time, leaning down to kiss you passionately, your tongues pressed together muffling the sound of your moans.

When you broke apart for air, you dropped your head on his shoulder, moaning his name repeatedly, as it was the only thing on your mind. The obscene sounds they emitted, and the falling water was the only thing you could hear in the small bathroom, echoing off the walls. You squirmed as you felt his thumb stimulate your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

“Close... I'm close.” You whispered between moans, feeling your legs tremble. Obi-Wan stroked your hair, grunting repeatedly. He was close, too.

“Keep it up, my dear. You're doing amazing.” You moaned at the praise, feeling his cock hit exactly your most sensitive spot, and within seconds you climaxed, tightening your walls and dragging Obi-Wan's orgasm with you, moaning at the sensation of his hot liquid leaking between your legs.

You stood there for a few seconds trying to catch your breath, your foreheads pressed together. You opened your eyes, watching as his chest rose and fell, pressing his hands on your ass to hold you, he'd probably leave a mark.

“That was... amazing.” You said as he lowered you to the floor, carefully as your legs were still shaking after your recent orgasm.

“That's right, my dear. And the day is just beginning.” He smiled at you, stroking one of your soft cheeks.

“I think we really should take that shower now, or we'll end up being late for breakfast with Padmé and Anakin.”

“I agree, love. Let's do it.”

© obiwansito, 2024. reposts, copies and translations are not allowed. my work cannot be used for training AI.

[ride-thedragon]

HOTD COSTUME INCONSISTENCIES PART 2.

The folks asked. Who am I to deny?

1. Aemond should be a baddie @venmondiese

He isn't an outfit repeater. They just keep putting him in black with different buckles and a popped colour like he's too cool for school. He's Alicent's fave. Why isn't he dressed in green?

2. Jace has a bob? @qyburnsghost

At most, we have a month between seeing Jace with Rhaenyra from when he departed. Why is his hair so long?

3. Rhaenyra has the same hairstyle.

Like consistently throughout season two promo. They are not letting up with the middle part with the twists.

4. Velvet Production in Westeros

They are also in their velvet era. War has started, and Velvet might be the most affordable fabric at this point. Rhaenys the trendsetter you are.

5. Half up half down.

Every baddie also has that half up half down style. Which isn't bad, but it's also a trend from last season, doubled down on.

6. Bob off.

This isn't an inconsistency of anything, but Westeros is about to have a bob off. And that's why they took Fabs out of the running. The girls were not competing .

7. Daemon Targaryen, outfit Repeater.

Either they're worn too close together or too far apart. No sense of timing.

8. The actual faves.

Yk who never repeated an outfit?

Laena and Baela. All their outfits are worn on the same day (Baela is styled differently).

9. Laenor’s locs.

I'd love to see the process of him getting a skin fade in Westeros.

10. Otto Hightower

He does repeat a few times, but what I think is more important is that I don't like his beard and that He still, has the best hightower armour (tangent because this is a bit too negative and I like the show)

11. Strong blood.

Why do none of the actors age. In every other house, at least one person does, and then you have the strong fountain of youth, but male pattern baldness, I guess?

12. Why isn't joff included?

Okay, so the Velaryon boys do match? Why is Joffery exempted?

13. Locs Part 2

Did you all know that Baby Laenor had locs, and so did baby baela for some reason?

[oh-my-damn]

Mama!!!! Did ya see the new Chris Evans pic!!! It's gives ari vibes!!!!

no baby it really isn't

pls, ari was his best era and it is long gone. he looks too different now to ever be able to look that way again. to me he just looks weird and gross all the time now, we wont ever get that time back where he was just a smart, nice, genuine guy, which is absolutely what made him more sexy as a whole

i saw the picture and i think his face looks weird? idk if its the botox or if he's just puffy? it looks different. also the beard is a different shade. and we all know chris cant grow his hair out, so it really is a lost cause

anyway put some respect on ari's name

[bootleg-parable]

Meet the Cast ; Part 1 (BootlegParable)

Welcome to the first character introductory post for The Bootleg Parable rewrite! Here you are going to meet the characters of Volume 1, Era 1.

These characters are interactable! Everyone is free to answer questions from the inbox.

Enjoy.

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We all know the face of main character Donatello Vante Angelo. Even before his time of meeting Teller, Donnie always had an exhausted, soft sort of appearance to him due to the tilt of his eyes and the dark circles that occupy the skin underneath them. Donnie is the first to get into conflict should the moment be presented to him, and he is about as stubborn a mule. He doesn't like taking direct orders from anyone, but he will if it means keeping his job. However, he's starting to care less and less about maintaining his occupation. Depression does that to a guy.

Marcellus Lovaanis has often been described as the uncle that shows up to family gatherings despite not having been invited. He's one of the tallest in the group, and he takes great pride in his beard and brows. His hair...not so much. A low ponytail is his go-to hairstyle. There is no telling how matted it is. Marc is very loud and exciteable. Once he gets started talking about something, it's like trying to stop a moving train to get him quiet again. He doesn't mean to be as talkative as he is. It's something that he can't help, even though he's trying his best. But everyone likes him that way. Otherwise he's all doom and gloom, in the most concerning of doses.

Nobody really calls him by his real name. He's gone by Ilak, Loch-Ness, and Remmy. Ilak has pretty privilege and everyone knows it. He's self-conscious about his appearance, but he's learning to love himself with everyone's encouragement. Ilak is incredibly sweet. He does his best to treat everything around him with kindness- his friends especially. There are times when existence gets him down, but he tries to distance himself from other people so he doesn't hurt anybody's feelings with his bad attitude. He hates his job. REALLY hates it. But he isn't going to let anybody else know that...well. He won't talk about it in the building, anyway.

Anwyllo Quiwelle has the meanest R.B.F. in the city, but he's nicer than he looks. He has a scar across his eye that splits his eyebrow into two halves and others across his knuckles and shoulders. He won't explain to anybody how he got them. Elliotte and Marcellus are the only two who were there to see how it happened. Anwyll is one of the chillest people that anybody will ever meet. He has an adoration for big dogs and tiny kittens, and he likes listening to other people tell stories about their days. He's a good listener until he zones out due to a loss of interest. (The scar is on the wrong side in the second image.)

Elliotte Chen is gorgeous and they know it. They express themself through their appearance so long as they aren't in uniform. But even when they are, they decorate their lapels and long hair with different pins and clips. They stand out, and that's just how they like it. But they'd never touch makeup a day in their life. It makes them feel icky. Elliotte is a massive dork with a fascination for ancient history, old fossils, jewels, etc. Anything that might appear in a museum. They prefer real history, but sometimes they take in interest in historical fiction. They put a lot of passion and character into everything that they do. 'Flamboyancy' should have been their middle name, everyone agrees.

Felix O'Malley is as tired as he looks. It's rare to catch him smiling, even if he's actively enjoying himself. His eyes are a fitting, dull green that lack their lively nature, but he- at least- puts effort into styling his hair neatly so that he doesn't look like a total trainwreck. Felix has enough confidence to make up for entire workplace. He will insult package recipients to their faces without a care in the world for consequence. He only hasn't been fired because the company finds it hilarious. He's nice deep down, he's just a little bad at showing it. But hey, if you talk Star Trek to him, you might get a little excitement from him.

Aella Bourbon is the only girl on the team and the loudest presence with the smoothest voice. She wears sleek clothing that compliments her features well, but not because she's big into fashion. She gets hot easily. Even 75 is too warm for her on certain days. She can't stand the feeling of hair on her neck, so she's been sporting a buzzcut for the last five years of her life. It's grown on her as a style. Aella is a real sucker for unique architecture. She's sick of bland buildings and weak decoration. That being said, she loves to spice up her desk-space as much as physically possible. She even decorates for specific holidays. She's big into tradition. For example, she won't watch a movie at home. She is going to see that movie in the cinema, and she's dragging everyone with her.

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Marcellus and Donatello are sworn enemies, and Anwyllo is usually the one to break up a fight between them. The team doesn't know what their deal is with each other, but tensions haven't been resolved in years. They'll probably never learn to get along.

If Marcellus is the team uncle, then Aella is the team mom. These two are like brother and sister, and they try their best to take care of everyone. Except for Donnie. Marc refuses to interact with that guy and leaves the responsibility to Aella.

Can you guess who here is in the place of Employee 432?

[fandomfluffandfuck]

to jump on the steve/selfcest chain, since i left you hanging last tuesday

bucky walks in one nomad going to town on our sweet, baby faced steve. baby face is just so deep in it he think bucky isn’t real at first, but quickly catches on that he is. a wakanda era bucky and nomad steve taking their sweet time with baby face steve, taking full advantage of that minimal refractory period and the repeated orgasms of a freshly serumed steve…

i got lost there 🥵

related to this

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Yes. Yes. Yes.

This is an absolutely perfect idea.

Like, poor fucking baby-faced, fresh-faced Steve wouldn't know what hit him. Bucky is so gorgeous. Long hair. A beard. Healthy curves. So large. So big. So solid. So real.

He's beautiful.

And he wants a peice of younger Steve.

Bucky looks at younger Steve, and he sees the Steve he never got to touch. He's such a puppy. Bucky has known every Steve except for the one that was fresh from the ice, and he can't imagine what he must've gone through or how sensitive he must've been. Bucky knew how easy--how on edge Steve was on the front lines. How sensitive would he have been after getting nothing for 70 years with his emotions so bubbling?

Jesus.

Nothing must've been able to make his cum.

Bucky wants a piece of him.

Bucky tells Steve, his Steve, that he wants in, and nomad Steve lifts poor, useless, young Steve up off the bed. He's too boneless to do it himself, no matter how much he's clearly drooling over Bucky. Losing his goddamn mind. And Steve would do anything for Bucky, so...

Yeah.

Bucky slides underneath the Steve-pile on the bed. He doesn't mind the embarrassingly large wet spot young Steve has made. He can't control it. He can't stop. And, besides, Bucky is used to it--sex gets fucking messy with two super soldiers. It's great and fucking filthy.

At first, Bucky bites, licks, and kisses those lush lips. Young Steve can't kiss back. He's too stung out. The most he can do is squeeze at Bucky's recovery-soft hips, leaving handprint bruises. Still clumsy with his strength. Still over eager puppy grown too big too fast. It does more for Bucky that he'd care to admit. So much so that Bucky can't keep himself there... he slides lower under the weight of baby-faced Steve. It should be claustrophobic. But it's not. It's heat, it's musk, it's everything. Bucky loves it. He wants to roll around it. But, he doesn't because he's busy swallowing fresh-faced Steve's cock down. He's mid-orgasm as Bucky gets his mouth on him, cumming half down his throat and half over his face. Bucky wouldn't be surprised if he hasn't stopped cumming yet.

Young Steve's hands instantly find his long hair. He clearly approves, pulling on it, moaning like it's the best thing to ever happen to him. It probably is. Not feeling Buckys long hair but feeling a mouth on his cock and one on his hole. Steve's doing his best to drown Bucky, cumming straight down his throat like a firehouse.

Bucky's Steve, nomad Steve, growls, going in harder with his rimming. He only pulls back enough to slap his younger self on the ass and goad him, snarling, "c'mon, fuck his mouth, he wants it. He wants it so bad. Choke him on it. He's good. It feels good, doesn't it?"

The sound young Steve makes.

It's half moan, half sob, and half scream, and that's too many halves, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't fucking matter because not even the simplest math is getting done with poor, young Steve's mind being melted outta his head--stuck between his older, more experienced self and an older, more experienced Bucky. Both of whom keep doing things with their mouths--their lips, their teeth, their tongues. Fuck! He's gonna pass the fuck out!

[girlbossblackbeard]

brain thoughts whilst watching s2 ep1

if u saw me post some of these as their own posts no u didnt

-y'all are so smart for predicting that the steard HAD to be a fantasy/dream sequence

-"I never made you leave him. You did that yourself" *stede kills him* hmmmmmm definitely not a metaphor for stede trying to kill/silence the part(s) of himself and his actions that he hates and is ashamed of and that story arc DEFINITELY isn't a parallel to Ed's comatose dream journey we see later in ep 3 when he confronts Hornigold's ghost only to realize that it's actually a manifestation of Ed's self-hatred. this is just a silly little pirate show with silly little fake sword battles that's all :)

-Okay. We know this is a fantasy. We know this is a silly little pirate show. We know it's a haha funny comedy with two of the best comedic actors the world has ever seen in the starring roles. And Yet. The ungodly heartbreaking "Ed" that Stede yells the second time just before running to him is so gut-wrenching, so full of desperation, so overwhelmingly breathtaking in the undeniable agony laced throughout that one syllable, I wish god had put me in Izzy's place instead bc it would've been a thousand times less painful to literally be stabbed directly through my abdomen than to hear Stede say Ed's name like that while tears well up in his eyes

-watching stede and ed run like that gave me the ick im so sorry yall i wanted to be brave about it but i just cant be

-okay but WHY am i blushing when Ed looks directly into the camera for his lines in the fantasy sequence.........how in the hell did stede not spontaneously combust the second those stupidly big brown beautiful doe eyes made eye contact with him

-EVERYONE SHUT UP STEDE'S FACE AFTER HE AND ED COLLIDE AND ARE ROLLING AROUND IN THE SAND IS A LOOK OF ABJECT DESPERATION AND AGONY WHAT THE FUCK HE MISSES HIM SO MUCH AND FEELS SO GUILTY HE CAN'T EVEN BE TRULY HAPPY IN HIS OWN DREAMS

-"I knew you'd find me, babe" "You're not mad?" "I knew you'd find me, love" "So, we're good? About everything?" "Fuckin' love the beard, mate" Even in Stede's dreams Ed does not confirm that everything is alright between them. I'm starting to think this dream sequence is actually a nightmare sequence because he gets confronted by his fears by not only Izzy throwing it in his face that Stede left Ed of his own volition but Ed steadfastly refusing to answer Stede's questions about their relationship being okay

-in stede's dream ed has his full beard because that's a marker of the last time/era stede remembers being truly happy with ed before he ruined everything at the naval academy and broke ed's heart so severely it turned him into the very monster the rest of the world always wrongly made him out to be

-"can't be worse than you moaning 'ed, oh ed' all night long" black pete my beloved

-GOD stede's hair and scruff look so GOOD on him what the HELL

-WEE JOHN'S HAIR AND EYELINER AND PIERCINGS AND EVERYTHING LOOK SO GOD DAMN GOOD HE LOOKS SO GOD DAMN GOOD

-stede's silly little thumbs up to the swede as jackie makes him throw that ass in a circle reblog if u agree

-stede talking to the patrons at spanish jackie's is just a typical customer interaction working in the service industry

-ayo i think spanish jackie's is serving food now?? guess that overhead issue she mentioned to geraldo in s1 is no longer an issue bc that place is popping

-if ricky was able to clock stede immediately and doesn't think he's dead even after his very public and very loony-tunes-esque death then how many people in barbados actually believe he's dead??? does the whole town just kinda know he faked it and have accepted that he abandoned his family, became a pirate, came back home, drunkenly bisexualized his ex(??) wife's new boo thang, then faked his death so he could abandon his family again???

-"Demon? I'm the fuckin' Devil" I can't accurately put into words how hearing this line so softly spoken paired with seeing Ed's beautiful kohl-covered eyes as the guitar and xylophone from the song kicks in has affected me but I can say with 100% certainty it is the root cause of my new mental illness, whatever that may be

-fuck OFFFFFFFFFFFF EVERYONE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD ON THE KRAKEN CREW IT'S ACTUALLY INSANE

-LOVE LOVE LOVE the freeze frame with the day of the week overlay it is SUCH a visually excellent component of those scenes

-i know we're all supposed to be very sad and upset at ed shooting a guy (that was BASICALLY ALREADY DEAD) but for the love of GOD that man has never served so much princess babygirl gender in one cocking and shooting of a gun as he did in that scene

-JUST REALIZED ED IS WEARING A LONG TRENCH COAT JACKET THING IN THE SHOOTING SCENE AND THAT'S WHY THAT SHOT IS AFFECTING ME SO MUCH IT LOOKS LIKE A DRESS

-the immediate stoppage of the music with the smash cut to the crew trying to process the trauma that they've been through is so fucking funny, the editors have absolutely mastered the science of comedic timing

-"i dunno, i've never really been to a wedding before so i've got nothing to compare it to really" archie my beloved

-"i've never seen blackbeard like this. he didn't even bat an eye when ivan got killed" i don't have the energy to really put all my thoughts about this into coherent sentences, so all i'll say is that i'm really disappointed this is how they chose to deal with ivan not being in the show anymore. idk what went down with guz khan and whomever made the decision not to invite him back for s2, but at the very least i feel like they could've either written him off in some other way or simply not mentioned him at all. killing him off in one sentence that gets immediately interrupted with a comedic line just doesn't sit right with me

-"i lock the box and then i don't open it again" frenchie just like me fr

-i know stede did NOT just say "he's just blowing off some steam" in response to olu pointing out that ed has been committing so many crimes they literally had to start listing them on the back of the wanted posters. it's giving "girlfriend whose boyfriend acts like a massive asshole to her in front of her friends but she tells them he's actually soooo sweet when it's just the two of them together"

-"well, we can't turn up with any old ship. we need to look good" stede you literally haven't touched clean water in who knows how long, i think pulling up to the revenge in a dope af whip might need to be a little lower on your priority list babe

-the way ed gently strokes that cake topper before stuffing it in his jacket right above his heart like he used to do with the red silk bc stede's entire being eclipsed the silk when he became ed's whole heart. cinema

-i said it before and i'll say it again: izzy looks like a sad clown with his rudy giulliani lookin ass hair dye dripping down his face and the black panda rings around his eyes as a sad excuse for war paint

-when watching the first ep for the first time, i found myself becoming extremely uncomfortable and even anxious at times watching ed doing drugs and having a very public spiral that he takes out on the crew. massive props to taika and the writers for being able to make me genuinely a little terrified of Blackbeard in those scenes

-conathan o'neill. words cannot describe how enrapturing every single second of screentime you get is. every pixel of your performance is pure perfection. every tear that glimmers in your eye but refuses to fall is gloriously gut-wrenching. every laugh out of izzy's mouth is uniquely, ineffably uncomfortable in ways that should be futilely studied by science. also u look really hot when you're leaning on the rigging in the storm

-the swede shaking his head "no" at stede trying to warn him not to talk back to jackie when she steals their savings. he was trying to help his friends :(

-"i know that guy, we had breakfast together :D" "you'll be having a lot of breakfasts together" "oh okay :))" the swede my beloved

-buttons opening his mouth when it starts raining. buttons my beloved

-"im afraid your...your life is better without me" is SUCH an amazing line read from rhys, the way stede's voice hitches and you can hear the tears in his throat as he tries to voice his deepest fears is so incredibly moving which is why i got both the ick and medically diagnosed whiplash when he busts out that extraordinarily cringe ed voice to RESPOND TO HIMSELF. idk what's wrong with that man but it's not in ye olde DSM-5

-the fact that, once again, in stede's own imagination ed is not refuting stede's fears but is rather confirming them in the case of him talking to ed's wanted poster about how he's worried ed's life is better without stede in it and stede responding "could be...could be mate" in "ed's" voice is actually really desperately tragic and heartbreaking when you think about it ! :)

-"i know everything about you" i truly hate to say it but SOME of us, and im not saying who (me), are unfortunately extremely ricky-coded. it's giving "hi kevin" in spongebob

-"i, too, am a child of wealth" STOOOOPPPPPPPP I WAS ABSOLUTELY HOWLING AT THIS LINE IDK WHAT THE WRITERS ARE GETTING PAID BUT IT NEEDS TO BE ON PAR WITH WHATEVER RICHES RICKY WAS CLEARLY STRUGGLING WITH AS A CHILD VICTIM OF TOO MUCH MONEY

-someone smarter than me should do an analysis on how quickly stede's attitude towards ricky flipped once ricky told stede he was his hero and the gentleman pirate saved his life and how stede maybe saw a lot of his past self in ricky and is intimately aware of how the mundanity of living a life that's been prescribed to you from birth with expectations you could never live up to can drive you to the edge unless you choose to do something drastic to change your situation and how stede already feels like such a failure because of both the situation with his family/old life AND with ed/his new life that he took the opportunity to be the kind of gentle guide he could've used when he was starting out in the same situation ricky is before stede met ed and started to learn the ropes more. so if ur reading this please get on that thx <3

"my time with jackie has been the happiest of my life. her love has helped me locate parts of myself i didn't even know existed" (his prostate) "and reclaim others that i had long missed" (his teeth and nails)

-"but...i owe you a life debt and i am bound to honor it" something something mary telling stede "we made a contract in front of god and i am bound to honor that" something something stede being told by multiple people he cares about that the only reason they're dealing with him is because of societal convention

-i was gonna start this post off with "sorry" but i actually will not be apologizing for the unabated foaming-at-the-mouth level of hedonistic intoxication i experience every time i look at ed in his warpaint. if you have any issues with this that's between u and god buddy

-"i have...love for you, edward" actually made me gasp so hard i choked

-"i heard that you think the vibe here on the ship is poisonous" ed said VIBE CHECK and then took izzy's leg

-fang whimpering is actually illegal

-ed asking blackbeard about the vibes on the ship was such an incredibly well done performance from taika because i was genuinely so uncomfortable watching that go down i almost had to look away

-frenchie shaking his head "no" at izzy after izzy yells at ed to stop with his insane blackbeard monologue about the vibes on the ship is such a tiny moment but speaks VOLUMES about how trauma-bonded that crew has become under the kraken's rule. frenchie doesn't want to see izzy get even more hurt than he already does on a daily basis but i think he also knows it's already too late

-god the way ed just casually turns away and shoots izzy the second he hears the first "st" syllable of stede's name is so chilling

>>>side note: does ed look away because he can't watch himself actually hurt izzy THAT badly? he later turns his back to izzy in the hopes izzy will shoot him and when he doesn't, ed leaves before izzy shoots himself

-izzy's resigned inhale and small smile before starting to say "your feelings for stede bonnet" is so unbelievably heartbreaking because he knows. he knows he's about to get majorly fucked up for what he's about to say but he's tired of everyone walking on delicate shards of glass around ed

-the fucking joke of "how are you so good at this" because he's literally doing the swedish massage. credit goes to my friend shane for realizing this right away when it would've taken me 20 rewatches to come close to getting it

-"I can't believe how well this is going" black pete my beloved

-"this is where you went wrong with the whole gentleman pirate thing. details like this are important to build a brand" she's an influencer

-"i cant believe you guys robbed jackie. wow. so bad" the swede my beloved

-wee john covering his nose as jackie says she's about to get more noses for her nose jar

-"aint you that soup bitch" "im the money bitch" well im gay and i want them both to step on me

-"it's okay sexy dutchman"

-ed crying on the bow of the ship is sooooooooooo insane to me like i keep getting reminded of the fact that he's literally been crying every single night for MONTHS over stede

-"never going back to land. we're gonna sail, rob, and raise hell forever and ever without end" "sounds like a plan" frenchie's face as he realizes he's probably gonna spend the rest of his life on that ship may have actually caused heart damage

-HI THE TRANSITION FROM ED SAYING "FUCK YOU STEDE BONNET" AND LOOKING AT THE MOON TO STEDE LOOKING AT THE SAME MOON AND SAYING "GOODNIGHT ED TEACH" SHOULD EITHER BE GIVEN AN OSCAR OR CODIFIED AS A VIOLATION OF THE GENEVA CONVENTION I JUST DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE YET

[endlessly-cursed]

Riddle Era- Geena Greenaway

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛."

Name: Geena Lucie Greenaway

Nicknames: Gennie, Gen

Birthdate: 23rd of December, 1930

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

gif credit to @/tessgifs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black

Height: 1.64m

Weight: 60kg

Body Type: Short and slender

Skin Tone: Slight tan

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): Purple marks on her decolletage from an experiment gone wrong

Background

Hometown

Geena grew up with her mother and grandparents in Greenaway manor, being her grandmother's most favoured grandchild and the one they saw the most, and despite her mother owning a flat in London, they spent most of their time in the famous house. She also got to see the final years of Uncle Ezra's years and grew up hearing his stories firsthand.

Family

Mother: Nadine Ambrosia Greenaway

The only parent she's ever known in her life, she grew up alongside her, always from one adventure to another, following Ezra's footsteps, becoming her mother's pupil. She never once told her about her father, telling her it was for the best that she never knew the man. Geena never questioned her, but when she died, she received a letter from a mysterious man claiming to be her long-lost father. And she'd soon regret that decision.

Father: Maverick Harlow

A two-thousand year old heretic (half vampire half mage), he and Nadine had met in one of her adventures and fell in love while fighting rogue werewolves. Nadine was unaware of what a threat he was, his age not being a concern to her... until she saw his bloodlust. The two of them argued and physically fought, and Nadine left in a huff, only to find out (while digging on him) that he had founded a cult for the elite. Geena found out and started snooping around, and soon backfired. One of his lackeys kidnapped the fifteen year-old Geena as some sort of revenge in Maverick's name and, while preparing her for an offer to an old god, fighting back, fell onto unknown chemicals. The next thing Geena knew, she was bleeding and the whole place blew up. The only survivor? Geena herself. And Maverick, who quickly left the UK and fled to the States. Meanwhile, Geena had to deal with the aftermath: being thrown into jail for a week, and her newfound immortality.

Grandmother: Lucie Anna Cromwell

Geena always knew that her ever-perfect grandmother had secrets, secrets she knew she'd never know. However, she always ideolized her and kind of envied her. She passed away when she was just fourteen, not old enough to be let into family secrets or rumours.

Grandfather: Thane Greenaway Jr. ( @potionboy3 )

Geena always grew up with stories of her grandparents' epic love story, how it trespassed time, class, duty and blood purity and won everything. She admired him and was her favourite man in the world and the one to act like a father figure to her. She was devastated when his time came too.

Son: Jonathan Everett of Alderly

Geena did her best to raise her son to be a good man, however, he was always a troubled man. The reason? He was a gay man in a deeply conservative society where sex between men was some kind of guilty pleasure kept hush-hush, and where if you were a man, rich and single, all eyes were on you. Jon came to his smart mother and asked her for her protection. After a long talk, they agreed on looking for a suitable beard wife, and found one on Nina Morland, a lesbian who was looking for a cover of her affair with a famous actress. The couple managed to have one child, George, per the wishes of the marriage, and the secret wasn't out until they divorced amicabily in 2013 and Jonathan married his lifelong paramour, (OPEN!) and Nina married her own.

Daughter: Adaline Cora Louise Primrose of Alderly

Her daughter Ada was her brother's opposite: cheery, fun-loving, the life of the party and shone as bright as the sun, all while keeping a good head level and making sure both families' fortunes increased. She inhereted her love for being mysterious and kept her life private.

House: Gryffindor

Best Class: Flying, Charms, Astronomy

Worst Class: History of Magic

Boggart: Her father, finishing his job

Riddikulus: Her father blows up in a big balloon

Patronus: TBD

Patronus Memory: Waltzing with Henrik

Mirror of Erised: Being able to age with Henrik and her family

Amortentia (what she smells like): Rose petals, vanilla, freshly baked sweetmeats, expensive cologne and powder

Amortentia (what she smells): Sandalwood, cigar smokes, expensive cologne, new paper and coffee

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

17-64: Private Investigator

65-72: Cult disbander

73-??: Archivist in the ministry

??-??: Restaurant owner

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Her family, taking down her father, disband cults, being on the right side of history and making sure nobody knows who she is

Strengths: Brave, bold, intuitive, daring, passionate, fierce and protective

Weaknesses: Proud, reserved and closed-off

Stressed: When reminded of her immortality

Calm/Comforted: Seeing that her family will be well

Favorites

Colors: Red, golden, blue, emerald green and beige

Weather: Heavy rain with thunder

Hobbies: Reading, knitting, travelling, discovering new adventures and living her life

Fashion: Geena dresses casually, but still with style

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Henrik Victor of Alderly

Geena knew of Henrik's fame as a hopeless romantic heartthrob and a spineless tool, and although he amused her and intrigued her, he didn't seem interested in her... until, three years after graduation, they met again in his sister's debut and realised how much he had changed. He worked hard to get her heart, and he succeeded. They slowly courted, keeping a long engagement while Geena slowly unpacked the dark aspects of her life. Henrik was incredibly supportive, and they both married when she was 26.

They had two children, Jonathan and Adaline, and kept a low profile, staying away from politics as much as they could help it and, although they stood up for what was right, they were pretty much under the radar, making their own fortunes and enjoying their quiet life. During her lifetime with Henrik, she didn't think once of her father or the cult still lurking in her family's lives.

Geena is open for a second love!!

Friends: Portia Augusta of Alderly

Geena got along well with her youngest sister-in-law Portia, whose lively and fierce personality always put at ease the overthinking personality of Geena.

Gia Somerset II, Baroness Sudeley

Her cousin-in-law, despite Geena being older, was truly an inspiration of how to navigate cunningly the volatile court of both George VI and Elizabeth II. They both got along like a house on fire and learned much from one another. Geena was devastated when she, alongside most of her family, died within time.

Rivals: The Saviours of Cingerix

A cult that goes way back to the 1530s, what started as an underground Counterreformation, soon began its cult to much older gods during the early 19th century and its romantisation of Ancient Greece and Rome, all the elites working in gruesome ways to keep themselves in power through a cutthroat hierarchy that very few fully escalated. His leader, Maverick, has held power ever since, his tyranny and cruelty, as well as thirst for power, keeping him in power and in control of the wealthy and powerful.

Trivia

As she started getting older but didn't age properly, she took Polyjuice potions resembling old people who were forgotten to history so nobody would suspect of her immortality

After Henrik died, she faked her death and changed her name to 'Danielle Hastings' and for every ten years, she did such ritual

In 1997-1998, she took part in the Phoenix Resistance after Semele Thorne found out about her and, discovering that her father was also a Death Eater, she joined, determined to weaken him

She's the grandmother of Naila of Alderly, who'd finally put a stop to the cult with Geena's help... unbeknownst to Naila

She loves bagels and can bake them from scratch

She has a cheese addiction

Her mother's travels made her a fan of Mediterranean foods and diets

After the cult was disbanded, she created her own Mediterranean cruisine restaurant, 'The Green's Way' as an ode to her birth family. Each of her family members got the best dish names: her grandmother Lucie got the homemade cheesecake named 'Sweet Nana Lucie's Cheesecake', her mother's patatas bravas were named 'Nadine's Bravado Chips'...

Despite being immortal and never aging, she can procreate children and is very unlikely to miscarry it, given her system is much stronger than an average woman's

[kindaoptimisticsquirrel]

Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol14 Part 4

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

Trimax: Vol01 Part 1Vol01 Part 2 | Vol02 Part 1Vol02 Part 2 | Vol 03 Part 1 | Vol03 Part2 | Vol04 Part1 | Vol04 Part2 | Vol05 | Vol06 | Vol07 | Vol08 Part1 | Vol08 Part2 | Vol09 Part1 | Vol09 Part2 | Vol10 Part1 | Vol10 Part2 | Vol10 Part3 | Vol10 Part4 | Vol11 Part 1 | Vol11 Part2 | Vol12 Part1 | Vol12 Part2 | Vol12 Part3 | Vol13 Part1 | Vol13 Part2 | Vol13 Part3 | Vol14 Part1 | Vol14 Part2 | Vol14 Part3 | Vol14 Part4

That's it! The final chapters and thoughts beneath that! AAaaah.

Chapter 8: (I'm having more image space now with one chapter so..uh...just me nearly posting every image in this one)

The biggest mystery in Trigun: HOW did they get a photo of Vash with all black hair and HOW??? did they get a photo of Knives?? I just have to assume they either have really good painters or maybe just painted black hair on Vash's old photo...and...someone made a photo of Knives moments before his death. Poor sucker.

Black hair Vash with his hair down looks so...so...so agh! So young! And vulnerable! And actually pretty good but also so cuddlesome and wow that hair looks soft. Every hair-era of Vash gives me different vibes, and this one especially has something super soft/melancholic...it's after his widower era (which is half-black hair) so it's a settled and accepted sadness but it's also post-trimax so it's also a hopeful atmosphere? Hope that explains it??

Also he's just super cute like this.

Also, hello there interesting bit of information that totally slipped past me on my other reads.

Egg Plant Dome...what exactly is this? I think that happened in ch6 when the feathers and plants fell down. Is this something the plants created, like a shell for the whole city? (don't wanna live underneath, it must be like a big oven during the day)

What a moment

(Oh they are talking about the wound Knives inflicted on Vash! When they fought and while Knives stabbed him, Vash protected them both from Chronica) There's something so meaningful about Knives, who thought himself above all humans, pleading them to save Vash's life.

What a way for the antagonist of the story to go. It doesn't end with violence, it ends with a silent thank you, with him protecting one last time what is dear to him and choosing his own (inevitable? Vash lives on. So could he have lived on if he wouldn't have created the tree?) end.

Just saving these because we're getting more cute Vash faces here.

Of course Vash finds an exit directly at the spot of his pursuers. And cute salamander thing!

Salamander and Vash do not approve.

IT'S HIIIIIM

The image of Vash with a wig, fake teeth and a fake beard is really entertaining. But really, was that ever an option for him? An option at least he'd be satisfied with?

Meryl & Milly! (Don't wanna forget Milly!) Aaaw and directly back to bantering!

Hehe love that face

awww and he would have loved to be fighting his way out of messes with these two together!

Vash was utterly betrayed in this moment.

Can we get a character song where Vash sings this in Stampede, please?

24h live emergency broadcast? Phew boy Vash is not getting ANY rest.

Many familiar faces! That one older boy, I wondered if that could be Kaite from the sandsteamer? And nice to see that the guy Vash and Wolfwood beat the shit out of at Lina's is still holding up to his promise and protecting the place now (and serving drinks as it seems). Then of course Livio!!! Being at the orphanage, next to Wolfwood's grave...I'm sure he's protectig them like nobody else could, being the best big brother to them all they could wish for. (I have to say I loved his short hair look but long hair works too) And we can spot Chronica...the Nebraskas and Brad and Luida! And, I love the way Vash starts from being exasperated to running to laughing. Has he missed this? Maybe!

Running into the far horizon....

And we're here, throwback at one of the very first pages of Trigun with the same line "And the same song of humanity still sang".

What an ending, huh? I really liked the ending..it's kinda started like it has begun, with Vash running away again. A bit like a circle, but in a way, that's the theme. Because at it says "the same song of humanity still sang" - some things don't change, humans will always be humans and will always hunt Vash down for the bounty (with the extra now that there are a lot that do LIKE him and want to know what he's at, knowledge which Meryl and Milly can provide). It's such a dark and serous manga, and to end on such a light note, with a really humour-filled last chapter, to me it transports the feeling of hope. The first time I read this it moved me so much. And it made me tear up not because of sadness, but because the ending is so hopeful, so good despite everything that happened! And the fact that Vash manages to get back up again, running and smiling, while he suffered so so much throughout the whole series...isn't that a wonderful thing? To not lose your smile after all that? Isn't that the most difficult thing maybe, and he still manages?

I wanted to add some final thoughts about the manga, but I don't really know where to start? I don't have any specific thoughts, and if I get, I might make an extra post...but I just want to say how much I love this series. I read it around february the first time and was instantly flashed. It turned out to be a completely different story than I had expected. It turned out to be very confusing at times (esp. because I read the Dark Horse translation which sometimes lacks in context in the dialogues) but I STILL loved it to bits. And it's maybe now one of my favourite series if not the. It's hard to compare different mangas and series, but when I'd had to decide for one where the theme moved me the most, is interesting, where the characters feel alive and tangible, where everything feels so round and like a story that was exactly written down as the author intended and not a bit shorted or altered, where you can feel the passion in the art...man it's just this one. That doesn't lessen the impression other series have on me, but it just means that this one stands out SO much that I can always go back to it and will always love it. And, when I said it turned out completely different than expected, I especially refer to the ending. And I also want to point out what I pointed out in a post earlier, about Vash having to kill somebody, about the fact that I don't think this story is supposed to preach us any moral, any higher ideal...it just tells us that nothing is easy, people are complex, decisions are complex and fucked up stuff happens. And despite all that, you can STILL choose kindness. It's a story that sounds like it's being told exactly like it happened. Nothing is put in a better light, and the bad guys are not put in an extra bad light.

What we take from that is up to us.