#i would do unspeakable things to get a second season

[strangethings-everywhere]

My Favorite Grizz Moments

i’m rewatching The Society purely to see more of Jack Mulhern on my screen so here are a few of my favorite moments or Grizz-isms

His first line in the show is a compliment to Cassandra, a character that is not a favorite of the other guys and his football buddies. This establishes that hes a nice guy 👍🏻

In episode one, he’s wearing a shirt that says “careful i’m a hugger” and it has a grizzly bear on it what an ICON

He’s smart and we know that from day one, quoting Arthur Conan Doyle, having a favorite play, asking all kinds of questions that make his teammates stare blankly at him and everyone says “Grizz knows what he’s doing”

He’s there when they plan prom, the only guy in the venue first. An event planning king

He wears space themed sweatpants, a bright green button up, and a bow tie to prom i adore him

the only sign he knows when he talks to sam for the first time is the sign for bullshit

HE TUCKS HIS PANTS INTO HIS SOCKS

he owns a pair of real handcuffs, do with that what you will 👀

His ankles are crossed when he kisses sam for the first time (a nervous cutie patootie)

his real name is gareth (i just love this)

he’s willing to call his friends out on their bullshit and his last line is him being mad at the shit they pulled while he was on a fucking expedition to help them survive

anyway grizz visser i would die for you and you deserved a second season 😩

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

“𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖊”

Nam gyu (player 124) x fem!reader x thanos (player 230).

Squid game season 2

Warnings: typical cannon violence, descriptions of blood and death, semi toxic lol, this duo doing their things, romantic tension but nothing is verbalized, drug mention ofc

A/N: so I’m brain rotted by these two but I see no poly stuff on here let alone in squid game😭 so here. If you’re uncomfortable with drugs don’t read, sorry :/ I’ll right something more gender neutral soon but I had a vision.

TLDR: post game two. Reader is already decent enough friends with nam gyu and thanos. They want to play another game but reader isn’t so sure and they both try to convince her to play. Sfw sorry gang. Kinda sad but whatever.

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You had never felt more overwhelmed in your whole danm life.

You had literal seconds left on the clock as you and your randomly selected teammates gripped tightly to each other and struggle to the finish line.

You couldn’t even hear the cheers of the crowd over your own screams of desperation and terror as you all walked as one. Right at the last minute you closed your eyes, running blindly to death. Ready to face the bullets. But then you felt the snap of the finish line across you and your teams united body. And you opened your eyes. The guard watching formed a big ‘O’ with their arms over their head

The crowd burst into cheers and congratulations. You made it with just 2 seconds on the clock. A unspeakable weight was ripped from your shoulders as you processed your teams victory. You only had time to form a small smile and to turn to congratulate your team before that two was ripped from you. Right before your eyes, the other team that started at the same time as yours was mowed down by an unstoppable line of bullets.

The crowd stopped cheering and watched helplessly as another batch of human beings were slaughtered for failing a stupid kids game. The smiles were wiped clean off your team as you were escorted back to the main holding room. Bottoms of your white shoes stained with the blood of countless people before your team.

You would have preferred to lay in your thin provided bed and force yourself to self. To delude yourself into thinking when you’ll wake up you’ll be home because this was all fake. To wake up at home and not splattered in old dry blood.

But of course, nothing can go as you want these days.

Instead you are greeted by fluorescent lighting and two absolute wackos barreling towards you. Players 124 and 230, seemingly unfazed if not satisfied. You nearly forgot about them between the fighting for your life against time situation.

Oddly enough their excessively jovial attitudes rightfully threw off pretty much everyone else in the games, it brings a sick sense of comfort. They make it seem like they were just kids in a summer camp competing for who gets top bunk. It makes you forget where the hell you were. Though deep down you knew there had to be something very wrong for them to take such joy in watching (and in 230s case causing) the death of their peers.

Which is why when 230, THE thanos, approached you after the first game you with 124 hanging right off his heels, you didn’t really resist. You figured ironically you’d be safest as friends of the danger than against it. And you knew they were dangerous. You saw 230 push people in red light, green light. You saw them popping pills while waiting in line for the marathon. But they were friendly to you and weirdly made you feel safe

“AYYYY! Señorita! You made it!!” 230 exclaimed with excitement, reaching you with his arms out. The quickly had you by the shoulders and shook you slightly “we were so worried about you!” He says. You raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘ok, sure’.

124 rounds from behind 230 to behind you so he can put his arm around your neck and hang there “no seriously we were” he looks at you with a smile “honest”

You sigh lightheartedly “okay okay whatever. Lemme sit down guys I’m tired” you say, pushing them off. Only nam gyu, player 124s actual name, didn’t fully let go. He kept his fingers playing with parts of your jacket as the duo led you to thanos’ bed, where they usually chill out. You sit in the middle of the bed and then they sit, one on either side of you.

“This game was worse than the first…” you start to say but then drift off. You met these two because you agreed that everyone should try another game, and backed them up. Obviously, they liked that. Only now you weren’t so sure anymore. You didn’t know if you can keep watching strangers be torn to shreds by the gunfire of dinky little fucks in pink uniforms. “We barely made it…”

Nam gyu places his hand again on your shoulder and gently rubs it. “Just means you’re fit enough to keep going.”He says with a sickeningly calm and comforting voice. Only slightly stuttery. Clearly still rolling off whatever thanos gave him. Your head turns to look at him “keep going? But I thought-“

“I know what you’re going to say” thanos cuts you off grabbing your hand tightly “we have to play again”

You assume you must have made quite the face because he just sighed and kept talking “look, I know. But we all know the money we will get now will do nothing to help us. We have to play again, you see beautiful?” Thanos said expectingly. You took a moment to think, really think if it was worth it. But it was like trying to think with little devils on your shoulders

“I know you need the money just as much as us. Are you gonna forfeit all of that money just to leave?” Nam gyu coaxes, grabbing your other hand and fidgeting with it. It was very hard to focus like this. But the way they were saying it didn’t sound like there was much room for debate.

“The next games will be worse than these. What good does the money do us if we die” you say, trying to pull your hands back to yourself. Only they both refused to release you, gripping your hand in theirs.

“We won’t die, sweetheart” thanos says nonchalantly, will all the certainty in the world. No doubt from whatever he’s on.

“Maybe you won’t but I totally could. I’m not as good at things like this as you two” you argue back. Thanos gives you almost a look of compassion, something you didn’t think he could muster.

Nam gyu lets your hand go and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. “We won’t let that happen then, yeah? We can make sure you live” 124 says smoothly

“You just have to vote ‘O’, yeah?” He says. Again. It didn’t sound like a request. You sigh again and give in, seeking any comfort you can get in a situation like this. You lean back a bit into nam gyus clingy grasp and give thanos a tired smile “alright. Just one more game?”

“Just oneee more” thanos says, forming a little heart with his hands and giving you a little wink. “Promise”

You just laugh a bit with them, choosing to put your trust into two broke druggies who took an odd liking to you.

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This is lowkey so ass but these idiots are my world rn. I’ll probably rewrite this later when I get a better handle on how I want to write these guys. I love my evil wives.

[humbledragon669]

S2E1 - The Arrival Write Up P8 - the Present Day from the "I Was Wrong" dance

I don’t see any point in beating about the bush, let’s dive straight in – plenty still to cover in this final five minutes (sans credits) of the first episode of season two. The first item in my notes for this section is something we see for just a few frames before Crowley even gets through the door of the bookshop:

This is not a happy angel. In fact he looks almost tormented, doesn’t he? Sitting there, just staring into space. Goodness knows what’s going through his head at this point, but I don’t think he’s thinking about whatever it was he had intended to do when he sat down behind his desk. And whatever it is, it looks like he’s pretty deep in thought given his jump-scare reaction when the door opens. Speaking of which, the door has either been left unlocked or Crowley has miracled it open, because there is no sound of a door rattling or key turning in the lock before he comes striding into the shop. Either of those possibilities has some lovely subtext – the former would suggest Aziraphale has deliberately left it open knowing that Crowley is going to come back (don’t forget, it’s now full dark outside, so it’s likely way past closing time), the latter suggests that Crowley knows he would have locked up and wants his entrance into the shop to be dramatic. I lean towards the former, but that’s largely due to the lack of evidence to support the latter.

I’m going to state the obvious at this point. I absolutely love the scene that follows. I think it’s probably a fandom favourite. The chemistry between this pair is bang on, the comedy timing is perfect, and we get a couple of new Aziracrow history facts. Not to mention we get to see Crowley do a little dance (which was unspeakably surprising in the first watch – I think I actually squealed). And I was in love with this scene before the chemistry, before the dance, before Crowley takes off his glasses, even before Aziraphale puts on his glasses and pretends to be busy. Here’s the moment I fell in love with this scene:

I’m sure you won’t be surprised to read that it was the soundtrack that initially swept me off my feet here. That moaning guitar noise gets me weak at the knees every single time. But it doesn’t really stop there for the genius score writing – check out the beginning of the next phrase with the plucked strings. Classic music-writing device to convey comedy, and I think the two are perfectly placed – the guitar slides in as Crowley slithers his way back into the shop, the strings make their star entrance as we see Aziraphale trying to make the impression that he’s busy, not at all thinking about the argument he’s had with Crowley and wondering when he’s going to come back, thank-you-very-much.

I seriously adore this movement he makes for two reasons. Firstly because he has to readjust his entire posture and position to settle into the place that would be necessary to actually work at his desk. Look how far he has to shift his butt forward to lean over the desk properly! The second reason I love this is because Crowley is already stood right in front of him, looking at him. He would have seen the entire thing. It’s so blatantly obvious that this is an act, not just for us as an audience but for Crowley too.

Personal side note: I am actually sitting here giggling at everything as I rewatch tiny bits of this scene whilst I write this. I just can’t help it. Did I mention I love this scene? Right, back to it…

Let’s make it very clear what this dramatic gesture (complete with comedic string glissando to really highlight the movement) is shall we? We know that Crowley has been in Aziraphale’s presence without his sunglasses on countless occasions. We also know that he only really removes his sunglasses when he’s comfortable in his surroundings and his company (at least in the AD years). I can’t imagine he is comfortable with either of those things at this present moment at time, considering that he knows he’s in trouble. I don’t think I’d be alone in thinking that he does this at this particular moment in time to show Aziraphale that he’s making himself vulnerable for the angel. He has nowhere to hide without those glasses – he’s completely exposed. Which is also why I think he makes a big show of it: it’s actually a grand (somewhat melodramatic) gesture – “look at what I’m doing for you, so you’ll know how earnest I’m being”. This complicated subtext really demonstrates the reason I love this scene so much – there are just so many layers in it.

Whatever I think of Crowley’s “grand gesture”, Aziraphale ain’t buying it. I’m sure that stubborn angel saw what Crowley has done, but it’s just met with a clearing of the throat and a fake “that’s interesting” noise as he reads his little index cards. But that little noise really says something else to me – it’s a sort of “is that all you got?”. The message is pretty clear to everyone – this angel is still pretty pissed.

The set of Crowley’s jaw in this little shot is quite something, isn’t it?! I love the way he’s gone from a cautious-yet-dramatic entrance to try and establish the lay of the land to simply throwing his sunglasses on the table and ringing a bell to announce his arrival. It’s almost like he thinks he really has to emphasise that he’s taken off his glasses, you know, just in case Aziraphale hadn’t noticed. And the “I’m back” line? On the surface it’s stating the obvious, but let’s not forget why the angel had asked him to come to the bookshop in the first place – to take his place as the rescuer. This is him announcing he’s taking up the mantle again, and don’t you just love that he thinks that will be enough to let him get away without having to apologise? Gotta love him for trying I suppose.

There is a shot of Aziraphale in the Bentley that we’ll see in episode 3 that I have seen described as being the best demonstration of the angel in full bitch mode. I disagree – I think this moment takes it. This is pure bitchy rage and sarcasm at its absolute best. And underneath the snark and the stubborn refusal to look at Crowley to acknowledge that he has laid himself bare, there’s a clear message: “it’s not enough”. Crowley’s groan is evidence that for once he hasn’t missed his cue – as much as he might be hoping to get away without making an apology, he knows that’s probably not going to happen. I say probably because he tries to get out of it again:

CROWLEY: You want a big “I think I said the wrong thing” sort of apology, or can we take that as said?

I find the choice of words here interesting. Notice he doesn’t say “I did the wrong thing” or even “I was wrong”. It feels to me like there’s an element of “I’m sorry you feel that way” about, like he’s not really sorry for saying those things, but bitter about their consequences. And let’s not forget that he not only said a lot of things that Aziraphale got upset with, but reneging on the arrangement of him being the rescuer, leaving the angel to deal with the situation alone, likely causes more anger than the words that were said. He also says “I think” before the rest of the phrase (suggesting he really doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong), not to mention that this whole sentence is actually just a last-ditch attempt to get out of the apology. It’s not really any surprise that Aziraphale isn’t satisfied with this lame excuse for an olive branch.

Did I say that little sarcastic line from earlier was Aziraphale’s bitchiest moment? My bad. This. This is it here. Man, if words could kill, these would do it. And note that Crowley still doesn’t actually take responsibility for his actions, choosing instead to try and placate his angel by telling him he was right instead.

I think we’re about to find out what it is that Aziraphale was thinking about whilst he was staring into space at the beginning of the scene.

There it is – he was never going to take anything less, was he? There is so much to unpack here too.

AZIRAPHALE: I want a proper apology- CROWLEY: No.

That’s interesting – Crowley knew exactly what was coming before Aziraphale actually asked for it. Which makes it clear that this “proper apology” is something that has been referred to before. Next up:

AZIRAPHALE: -with the little dance. CROWLEY: I don’t do the dance.

Curiouser and curiouser… So Crowley has never done this dance before. Hold your horses though, because here comes a piece of Aziracrow lore that everyone is dying to know more about. According to Aziraphale, he’s performed this dance at least three times before. I say at least because it actually sounds like he’s going to keep going with that list (if I was a betting person, I’d say the last of those dates might have been after Crowley delivered the Antichrist to the nunnery). He’s also furious about it.

And whatever those dances were for, the reason(s) was significant enough for the dates to be carved into Aziraphale’s memory (granted two of the three tie up with known meetings between the two of them, and I know we’re all pretty sure that 1941 is going to turn out to have been meaningful for other reasons). I have my own theory about the reason behind the dances, which I have written a fanfic about. Feel free to read it here if you like, just know that it’s a WIP at the moment (still!) until I get to the 1941 minisode in this season (which, at this rate, is going to be a little while).

It’s at this point I want to pick up on how we as a fandom refer to what’s about to happen. I think I’ve seen it mostly called the “Apology Dance” - I have in fact referred to it by that name almost every time I’ve talked about it. However, neither Crowley nor Aziraphale actually call it that. Crowley simply refers to it as “the dance”, whilst Aziraphale calls it by three names - “a proper apology”, the “little dance”, or the “I-was-wrong dance”. I don’t think it’s hugely important, and I think that, unfortunately, the adopted name may have come about due to a reference made to by the creator. I think there might be something interesting in the fact that it isn’t actually called an “apology dance”, by either of its benefactors, on a linguistic level, but that’s not for here. There are some details about the linguistics used for the words that go along with the dance that I’d like to take a brief look at in just a moment. For now let’s just soak up in the silent sass we see Aziraphale gives Crowley to signal that he’s ready for the performance:

I mean, could this angel be more ready to revel in Crowley’s humiliation? The head tilt. The eyebrow raise. Such perfect bitch-delivery. Something that the 3-second long pause we see before the performance actually begins would suggest that the demon is well aware of, and that he’s still silently begging not to have to go through with the whole thing. Let’s get back to those “lyrics”.

CROWLEY: You were right, you were right, I was wrong, you were right.

There are a couple of things I find interesting about this set of words, the first being the fact that there isn’t actually an apology anywhere in them. The other requires remembering that this dance has only been previously been performed by Aziraphale for Crowley, which means that these words were devised to appease the demon. What we don’t know at this point is who devised them in the first place. I do hope that we’ll get some closure about this whole thing in season’t 3, but I just don’t know if there will be enough time in 90 minutes to cover the topic.

I am not ignoring the fact that the final pose of the dance looks distinctly like Crowley has extended his wings, I just feel like it’s probably so obvious I might be insulting people by pointing it out. What I do want to give credit to is the depth David has gotten out of that ice skater/one-legged squat pose. Honestly, I do yoga and a squats work out on a regular basis, and that sort of depth (without falling over) is not even close to being within my reach.

Last thing to say about the dance itself, or rather the music that goes along with it. This little tune took me a long time to identify, and it nearly drive me nuts, but I did get there in the end. I think it’s “Girls and Boys Come Out to Play”. Or it could just be a sequence of descending minor thirds, because I can’t see how the lyrics or history of that song links to anything about GO. Answers on a postcard.

Jeez, Aziraphale, could you thirst any harder? (Yes, it’s coming up in the next episode…) It doesn’t look like Crowley really notices, though he does understand that consent has now been given for him to resume his role as rescuer, closing the distance (very quickly) between them. He also returns to using collective pronouns instantly:

CROWLEY: We need to keep him here and hide him.

Aziraphale doesn’t notice until the demon uses the word “together”, and even then it comes as a bit of a surprise. (Side note: there appears to be a fire alarm going off somewhere in the background at this point. Not as obvious as the helicopter I could hear earlier on in the scene I suppose…) And despite the fact that Crowley is trying to do his thing (rescuing), he’s still clearly very, VERY worried about the plan - we’ve gone into full hand-wringing, freak-out-face mode:

It only really occurred to me what this look of intense worry might have been whilst I was doing this write up. I’m going to try and be as succinct as I can here, but I don’t know if I can word it very precisely. So. It’s only at this point that the suggestion of the pair of them doing half a miracle is raised, by Aziraphale. Which means that, despite Crowley using collective pronouns and saying that they were going to do it together, what he actually meant was that Aziraphale could do a miracle. And what Aziraphale meant when he said that he couldn’t do it because Heaven would notice even the smallest miracle was that he a) interpreted Crowley’s plan in that same way in the first place and b) was subtextually saying that actually the demon should do the miracle himself. Crowley’s defence that he doesn’t want Hell’s attention would suggest that he in turn understood what was being asked. Furthermore, Crowley’s reaction to Aziraphale’s suggestion now would also back up that idea that he wasn’t actually suggesting that they do a joint miracle in the first place, because it’s clear that this is a new idea for him. Phew, that was a lot of words to say that their exactlys weren’t exactly the same exactlys, but I felt like I had to get it out of my head. And of course it would be remiss of me to point out how thrilled Aziraphale is at getting Crowley’s approval, but I do feel like that’s been discussed at length by many other people already, so instead I’ll just leave this here:

It seems like such a long time since I talked about anybody other than Crowley or Aziraphale, and it feels even longer since I talked about Gabriel/Jim, and about how he does seem to understand some social cues. Well, here he is, clearly interpreting Crowley’s dislike of him with indignation:

He even manages a little sass of his own when he has to repeat his adopted name to Crowley. He softens quickly enough though, letting himself be led into the chair, which brings me to my next observation. The chair appears to have been placed directly over the (inactive) seal that marks the portal to Heaven.

Obviously there’s a rug over it now, but I’m pretty sure that’s the right spot. Why there? There are any number of places that Crowley could have put that chair. He could even just have left it where it was. Does he even know what he’s done? I don’t think we’ve ever seen him in the bookshop with it uncovered or activated, so perhaps not, but it feels like a pretty big coincidence if that’s the case. I know we all love the idea that the reason the miracle that’s about to be performed is so strong because it was done by both of them, but I do also wonder if the placing of the chair has anything to do with it.

I find it interesting that Crowley is only really worried about attracting Heaven’s attention at this point. He doesn’t mention Hell in this little speech at all, and Aziraphale doesn’t offer his own counter-speech to Crowley. The demon does in fact seem to be doing his absolute best to reign the angel in as much as possible, something which Aziraphale doesn’t dispute or bicker over. There’s something else - and it’s to do with the miracle noise used here:

Oh, wait. That’s not the miracle noise from this scene, is it? It’s the miracle noise from Aziraphale vanishing the soldier in the last episode of season 1. This is actually the miracle noise from the season 2 scene:

Yeah… they’re the same (if you're not convinced, try listening through headphones - I'm not sure the first component comes through in the first clip properly on speakers). There are a number of possibilities for this. Firstly, and this is something I have been toying with more and more as the season has gone one, that the noise isn’t actually related to the caster of the miracle, but the caster’s intentions (good vs. bad). This would work for this scenario, as the intentions in both scenes aren’t driven by morality but by need. The second possibility is that the sound contents aren’t actually relevant to anything other than to signify that a miracle has happened. I don’t buy this - this show is far too heavy on the hidden details for that to be a thing as far as I’m concerned, but even if that is the case, that will also become important in time. Thirdly, is it possible that Crowley didn’t actually didn’t do anything except move his hand down here? That would explain why he was so focussed on telling Aziraphale not to overdo it, whilst simultaneously avoiding making assurances that he would do the same. We never see Hell tracing anything back to Crowley either, which sort of makes sense because Gabriel is one of theirs, but also doesn’t make sense because Beelzebub has made it very clear that she’s also looking for the lost archangel, and that she believes Crowley has knowledge about it. There’s also something else to consider, which you can see here:

Now obviously we don’t really have anything to compare this to - this is the first time we’ve seen some sort of barrier formed by ethereal/occult intervention (their words, not mine). That said, it looks to me like all those little highlights that run through the barrier are gold, which is very definitely part of the Heavenly colour scheme (see the outfit Crowley chooses to manifest for his visit to Heaven). There are no other colours here at all. One last thing to think about:

CROWLEY: That was a Class A surreptitious half-a-miracle.

Huh. Not two half-a-miracles. Just one. Singular. Which would imply that only one of them did what they had agreed to do, and only Crowley would know that, because in this theory, he’s the only one of them that hasn’t carried out his part of the deal. I have no idea why this would be, or the motivations behind it, but I definitely think it’s something to chew on. Speaking of things to chew on, I can’t stop wondering why Aziraphale looks like he’s about to give Crowley a talking-to after he says that he’s not the archangel’s friend.

No idea what that bothers me so much. Partly because of how cheerfully he’s just spoken to Jim I think, that it’s such a turn-around, but I can’t really pin it down.

There’s one tiny thing I want to pick up before I (finally) sign off on this episode. It’s the way that Michael refers to Aziraphale.

MICHAEL: There’s a former angel in this up to his bookshop-owning neck.

Interesting. As far as I was concerned, Aziraphale was very much still an angel. He might not officially work for Heaven anymore but that doesn’t negate the nature of his being. That’s a little like saying that a retired racehorse isn’t a horse any longer. Maybe it’s supposed to reflect how Heaven thinks of him now, but I find it an interesting choice of words nonetheless. More to chew on.

Well I don’t know about you, but that last couple of minutes gave me a lot of things to think about! This episode has felt somewhat like a marathon compared to those in season 1, but I think the likelihood is that the rest of the season (Final 15 excluded) should be an easier affair. If nothing else, the next couple of episodes should break down a little easier given the minisode format that was employed. Congratulations if you made it this far with me - this one has been a long one! As always, questions, comments, discussion: always welcome. See you for the next one! 😊

[markantonys]

I love the EF5 and Elayne as forsaken in the teaser. Love mats cunty little crop top

mat's cunty little crop top! elayne's high ponybraid! rand's shoulderpiece and evil smirk! egwene's combat boots! nynaeve's braids and dark lipstick! perrin's broody hooded cloak! this is me currently:

any other time in the past that i've said "this altered my brain chemistry" pales in comparison to this. i am truly a changed woman after seeing this shot. i haven't thought about any other shot in the trailer as much as i've thought about this one. shirtless rand tied to a wheel in the first s2 teaser, now this in the first s3 teaser, the marketing team's agenda every promo season is to awaken something in me and i can only thank them for it. once we get the actual full scene of this i will go absolutely feral and that is a promise.

speaking of, i hope the scene is at least a minute or two long and not just a quick 10-second flicker-flicker! they wouldn't have crafted such cunty looks only to waste them on a 10-second flicker-flicker, surely? i'd imagine plenty of moiraine's AUs will just be quick flashes, but an AU where all the kids turned to the dark feels like one that might be worth exploring a smidge longer. i need closeup shots on each of them, i need to hear their evil versions all say at least one evil line! barring that, sharon gilham please post closeup pics of all of them in these costumes i'm begging!

in conclusion, i would like to be transported into this AU to play the role of the gothic horror maiden whom Dark Randlayne kidnaps into their castle to do unspeakable things to.

[sgiandubh]

Jottings: Season 7, Episode 2. Nothing compares to them

A tiny, but welcome disclaimer: I have not read all the OL books yet, so do not expect witty repartees and connecting the dots with the current book follow-up by the series. In fact, I am still struggling right now with Voyager, after I gave a resolute middle finger and an excruciating amount of time to Dragonfly in Amber, which bored me to death with its sketchy depiction of eighteenth-century Paris. Unpopular opinion, I know: I can't help it, since I consider Paris, for many personal reasons, as my second, beloved home.

There go my two cents, with little to no spoilers. There is much to savor in there:

I thought I couldn't bear to watch one more single time Sinéad O'Connor's rendition of ye olde Skye Boat Song. I was wrong. I think it is exactly what this season needs: a bit bruised & battered & breathless. The perfect tinge of rough around the edges. This is no walk in the park and hers is the right cue, setting the tone for all the rest.

Vlachos. Excellent. Loved every second of it.

I suppose everybody will talk about the Look Jamie gave Claire right after Insufferable Bree gives birth to wee Mandy. I cackled all by myself, which is not even surprising. And so will you, Shippers United. Mark me.

SS upgraded a bit her game, to the extent she doesn't sound all the time like reciting United Airlines' flight schedule. She and Rankin finally manage to pull off a decent rapport (chemistry will always be at a deep-frozen 0). So, rejoice: at least they don't look like the mean troop leader forced them to share the same tent at Camp Sunrise. It's all fine and dandy, until she relaxes and slips back into that horrific, East Coast wannabe accent. Sorry, not sorry.

Did Lizzie say ”Fraser's Fridge”, when reading the birth announcement, or am I hearing things again? Now that's an earworm, sheesh...

Vandervaart looks promising enough, but what do I know, after a two-minutes scene with SS? Court is adjourned.

LJG & JAMMF, what a powerful, ambiguous, elegant scene. Tension is mounting, and this is when you crack open the Netflix & Chill'd ice cream bucket. It will come in handy, trust me.

The fireflies' scene was the death of me. There is something extraordinary about S's superb ability to speak volumes without uttering a single word. There is so much love and such despair to capture Bree's face, Bree's voice, Bree's alien joy when she mentions damn Mickey Mouse, and keep them forever. Did I ugly cry? I let out a sincere Fuuuuuck and couldn't help it. This is when the box of tissues came in handy, and you know, damn the consequences.

Dear (?) Diana Gabaldon: GET THAT WONDERFUL MAN THROUGH THE STONES, WHERE THERE'S PENICILLIN AND A HOT BATH AND A HIGHER AVERAGE LIFE EXPECTANCY, STAT.

Yeah, sure. She missed that point five seasons ago, why do I even bother?

Spoiler: "What was it like.... there? It was.... magical". BOOO-HOOO-HOOO (I have no qualms).

Jeremiah's wooden toy plane in the streets of Wilmington and then the real thing across the sky, just after the little family gets through the stones. Clever reminder of that plane landing in Boston, with Claire, Bree and TMcG... ho-hum ... Frank Randall, after Culloden.

And finally, since I would really like to let you enjoy the wonderful last quarter of it, Jamie and Claire. That unspeakable tenderness that keeps us all completely spellbound. This is S&C acting, how could it be otherwise: and splendid, at that. But their acting, since that chemistry test, is informed by clear, present, deep feelings. We know. They know we know.

And they got their mojo back. I always hoped and prayed they will go out with a bang, not a fizzle. And it seems I was right. Fingers crossed. I trust them and, as always, I trust my gut.

[swallowedbyfandom]

(Card with bouquet of yellow carnations)

Mr. B. Bridgerton,

After over two decades tied to one man riddled with vices, please be assured I am not in the market for another.

I implore you to never speak to me again. It is not necessary for us to do more than exchange polite greetings.

I rebuke you in the name of Jesus.

Never again,

Lady Featherington

Ben!

Did you take some of Colin's Grecian tea, again? What on earth did you do, to make Portia Featherington send you such a harsh message? Kate and mother literally winced when they saw the floral arrangement!

Did you make some sort of sexual overture at her? I cannot emphasize enough, how bad an idea it would be to take Portia Featherington as a mistress. Can you imagine the horrors Penelope and Colin would inflict on you?

You should avoid mother for a while. Lady Featherington sent her a letter to clear up any confusion. Mother did not share the letter but she was mortified and muttering darkly under her breath after reading it. Be wary, brother.

Wishing you were a civilized being,

Ant

Dear Violet,

I am hoping to clear up any issues before they arise. I AM NOT, I REPEAT, NOT INTERESTED IN TAKING YOUR SECOND SON AS MY PARAMOUR. I am aghast that your ridiculous boy seems to believe I am the sort of Lady who would go around inviting children into my bed! Heavens, the hubris of your son to think a friendly gesture is some sort of covert invitation.

Yesterday I gave your Benedict a pillow the midwives recommended Penelope use after birthing the twins. She had an extra one here. My thought process was that be could use such a thing to ease his discomfort. He kept squirming about his seat when he waited for Colin and the twins to join us for tea. I only meant to be a good host! Your whore son began a long winded spiel on how given his recent injury he did not believe we could possibly perform such an illicit act together. When I politely asked what in all of creation he meant, your son proceeded to wax poetic about such filth. I was forced to flee my own home in sheer horror. It is unspeakable Violet. I do not know what type of people your son has learned such depravity from but I want no part of it.

I have taken six baths and gotten completely foxed thrice and still I cannot rid myself of the shame of hearing such blasphemy. What the hell is wrong with your son? I shall pray for his soul.

Regards,

Portia

Benedict Benjamin Bridgerton,

When I get my hands on you! I shall wash your mouth out with soap. I will not protect you from whatever justified, revenge Lady Featherington is currently plotting. If Portia Featherington of all people deemed something utterly unspeakable, I know whatever you said must be truly appalling.

I feel it only fair to warn you that Portia asked Penelope for Eloise's current mailing address. I am positive you deserve whatever those two are going to plan for you. I s it too much to ask for a single season without scandal? How am I to ever marry you off to a decent lady? If you insist on behaving like a feral Tom cat in heat?

I am sure I will regret asking however, what did you think the pillow meant?

Regretfully,

Your mother

Mother,

This is all an awful misunderstanding. I assumed that if she managed to keep Lord Featherington out of the brothels for a solid decade then she must be more adventurous then she appears. How was I to know she did not realize what her gesture meant?

I am a Gentleman I would never have spoken on such a topic if I knew she was innocent on such things. I would have simply warned her that her gesture had different connotations in certain circles. You must understand that such pillows are often used for recovery after a rather taboo act.

I will apologize and make amends as soon as possible. I am currently going to look at some properties in the country. I am dodging Colin's attempts to avenge Lady Featherington's honor. I will keep in touch.

Love,

Ben

Ben,

You can run but you cannot hide. The longer you drag this out the angrier I shall become. My wife is with child once more, so I cannot be distracted by hunting you down.

Let us handle this quickly and quietly. Name a time and place so that I may punch you in your mouth.The punch is nonnegotiable. You accused my mama of wanting to engage in acts of sodomy with you! You absolute scoundrel. She is our family! There is no earthly reason for you to believe she would ever offer you such a thing!

Disguised with you,

Col

Ant,

Please send me the invoice for the replacement of all of Benedict's trousers, when it comes in. I am ashamed to admit that in a fit of hormonal anger I may have broken into Ben's home and cut the crotch out of every pair of trousers he owns. I am sure his staff will soon discover my misdeeds and send word to you.

Can we please keep this quiet? I am terribly embarrassed to have reacted in such a childish manner.

Shamefaced,

Pen

Sister,

I so adore your mischief. Think of it no more, that is a hilarious prank. I shall have new trousers commissioned but I will leave the altered ones in place so he can discover them himself.

Do not concern yourself with the invoice. Benedict can afford to pay for his lapse in good sense.

Fondly,

Ant

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 12

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter

It was con season. you lived for this. It was your favorite time of the year, listening to fans and getting to know them. It was amazing.

You, Misha, and Ruth were walking around backstage you had become so engrossed in a story you were telling when you smacked, banged into a man in front of you. As you looked up to apologise, Tom Hiddleston stood before you.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I was too busy talking and I wasn’t paying attention, I’m so sorry” you blabbered.

Tom smiled at you and you swore you died.

“No harm done Y/n, though I’ll have to hear that story sometime, sounds intriguing,” he laughed walking away.

You stood for a minute squeezing Misha's arm.

“Earth to y/n Squeezing a bit hard there,” he smiled at you.

“Did that just happen, Misha? Please tell me that just happened,” you squeaked.

Misha looked at Ruth and smirked “Y/n is in love with Tom Hiddleston, she’s gonna marry him someday and have his babies.”

“You know it,” you punched Misha in the arm. “I need to tell Jared” you screamed and ran off.

As you came backstage to where your panel was going to be held, you screamed Jared’s name.

“What happened?” Jared looked concerned.

When you saw Jensen beside him you hesitated and whispered ”You know what it’s fine, just bumped into someone and wanted to tell you,” you said not sure if he was ready for that part of your life.

“Hey,” Jensen grabbed your arm to stop you from walking away “Please tell us. If you can’t tell your best friends who you just stalked then who can you tell.” He laughed, but you caught the pleading under it.

You smiled. This was the Jensen you missed. And you knew he was offering you an olive branch, so you bit the bullet and you being you in your most dramatic voice ever you told them how you just bumped into the Tom Hiddleston and how he was sex on legs, and you would let that man do unspeakable things to you.

The boys laughed at how star-struck you were. They knew how much you loved Marvel. And Loki was your favorite character.

“Oh my god, I need to tell Mark” you squealed Squeezing Jensen's arms and hugging him, and then you ran off.

Jensen couldn’t help but smile after that squeeze.

“She never gives up on you man, she loves you " Jared smiled “You never lost her she just wanted to give you your space.”

Jensen sighed “I know” and then he smiled at Jared “I have an idea!”

You had all been seated for your panel, this time you took your seat between the boys. the original seat you had in the beginning, it felt great to be here, it was where you all started off. Jared, you, and Jensen. and you beamed as you sat between them, it was like everything was getting back to normal.

Everyone was answering questions from the audience and you felt yourself getting overwhelmed. You hated the fact you weren’t confident and that you always questioned yourself when talking to fans. Did they really like you or did they just feel sorry for you as you were stuck between these two strong handsome characters?

You pulled on a bit of string you found in your pocket. Trying to not show your emotions. But you had blocked out all the noise. At one point you looked at your hand while you were tying the string and had zoned out. Then you heard “My question is for Y/n” and then you heard the screams and felt Jensen squeeze your arm.

Your head shot up and you saw Tom Hiddleston standing at the microphone.

You were speechless for a few seconds and then you held your finger out smiled and mouthed "One second, please."

You took out your wallet and took out 50 dollars and walked over to Rob and slammed it down in front of him. He and Richard screamed in laughter as did the rest of the cast.

Jensen saw Tom look confused. “Sorry man, but Y/n has a swear jar on set, and every time she curses she has to put 5 dollars into the jar. So I’m guessing she has a lot to say.” He laughed.

As you looked at Jensen you asked “Did you set this up?”

And he just shrugged smiling.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you whispered but your mic picked up everything. You breathed in and your demeanor changed. you sat up straight and looked at Tom and took a breath. “Of course, what’s your name sir," you smiled hoping he’d play the game. God please play the game you willed.

“I’m Tom” He played the game back smirking.

“Nice to meet you Tom, and are you enjoying comic com?” you asked.

“Very much so, ” he smiled.

“And are you here by yourself or did you bring some friends?” You asked.

“I came with friends," Tom pointed to the back of the room.

You sat in silence for a moment looking at the Marvel cast in front of you and begged yourself to be cool.

“Well hello, Tom’s friends are you all having a good time?"

And they all nodded and laughed.

So what's your question, Tom?” You nodded to him.

“So obviously Y/c/n is a good soul, she saves people on a daily basis, but do you think if she ever met Loki could he make her kneel?"

“Oh absolutely," you grinned.

“What?” Jensen asked "Y/n I am appalled" he mocked hurt that you answered that so quickly.

“I mean have you seen the guy in chains? 100 percent sure she would kneel, Right?" you asked the audience and they laughed and agreed with you.

When the panel ended you were on such a high. When you were all off the stage you rushed Jensen and hugged him tightly.

“Best day of my life," you smiled “Thank you but you owe me now,”

“That’s not good,” he laughed “What do you have in mind?”

As you explained your plan Jensen thought it was hilarious. “Let’s get this done," he kissed your head and you closed your eyes smiling hoping your best friend was coming back to you.

Meanwhile, at the Marvel panel, it was the now-the-Q&A part.

You approached the mic nervously and said "My question is for Tom."

The crowd reputed and you smirked up at him.

He smiled down at you and you swear your legs near give way. You looked and Jensen nervously and he nodded in reassurance.

“What's your name” Tom copied you from before.

"Y/n " you answered into the mic.

“And are you enjoying comic con?” Again shadowing your questions from before.

“Very much so,” you smiled back.

"And are you here with anyone?” Again mimicking you from before.

“Just a few friends” you motioned to where the supernatural cast stood.

The crowd screamed in delight.

“And are you dressed in anyone in particular?” He questioned.

“Oh yes. I’m dressed as a hunter from supernatural,” you replied “Plaid shirts are a must on the show." You spread your arms twirling to show off your own shirt.

“A hunter?” Tom questioned “And what exactly do you hunt?”

“Oh you know, ghosts werewolves angels, demons even a god now and then,” You smirked at him tweaking your eyebrow.

“No human could kill a god," Tom stated in his Loki voice.

“Ah well, you haven’t met Y/c/n” you casually said trying to keep your cool.

“So what's your question?” Tom asked.

“Who do you think would win a fight between Loki and Y/n"

" Loki definitely, yes” Tom smiled confidently.

“And why is that?” you tilted your head

“Well, he is far more superior than mere mortals, and plus I hear he looks great in chains,” he laughed.

After you asked your question and walked to the back, you all stood watching the end of the panel. One of the workers approached saying the Marvel cast would love you to come up on stage and do some photos, would that be okay?

“Of course,“ you all agreed

So the Marvel and supernatural cast stood together on stage taking various photos for the guests and with the guests.

You were with Tom. You thought it was because people were enjoying the interaction with you two.

After all the photos and questions Tom approached you and hugged you. " You know I think the god and the hunter should go for dinner.” he smiled.

Your breath caught in your throat for a few seconds and you tried to think of the perfect response.

“I think so too, I mean you what they say about holding your enemies close.” you smiled knowingly.

“Do you mean to keep your enemies closer? " He raised an eyebrow

“I know what I said.' you laughed

You and Tom had exchanged numbers and began dating shortly ever.

@deans-spinster-witch @fraidoftedark

[stars-n-spice]

More fucked up things that can happen in the last episode:

All of these that I already mentioned because they didn’t happen last week.

Omega dies. Like,, sacrifices herself or something because if she simply stops existing than whatever the Empire is doing with her blood and whatnot will stop. I’ve seen some fucked up ideas of how that can go and I swear if that happens I may commit unspeakable crimes. For legal purposes that is a joke.

Echo dies like Fives and the last domino falls. You’re telling me that I not only have to see Echo die a SECOND time but I also have to see him die the same way Fives does??? Fuck off.

ECHO DIES WHEN REX ISN’T THERE.

Rampart becomes the Saw Gerrea of the Season and his actions lead to the death of one of the Batchers. Please just keep him as the comic relief and then when it’s all over and they’re safe and alive, they drop him off on some planet and strand him there.

One survivor type thing. Omega lives, all her brothers die. Everyone else dies, one of the Batcher lives. Look, this is probably least likely to happen (please I’m begging), but it would be absolutely devastating to see. Fucking awful. Would read the shit out of a fic based on that idea though.

We get a Crosshair and Omega hug but it's as Crosshair is dying :')

Feel free to add on if you feel like breaking my heart :')

[medea10]

My Review of Uzaki-chan Wants to Hang Out! Season 2

Season One Review

Time for double the fun! Does that also mean we get double controversy this time as well?

I think that raging piss-pad known as Twitter has been quiet since last season and learned to accept Uzaki-chan for what she is. There might be some issues later on since Miss Nagatoro is currently airing as of the date of this posting. But we’ll cross that bridge when the time comes. Time to watch a busty lass and her loner senpai.

HISTORY: Hana Uzaki was a college freshman. One day she casually met a former high school acquaintance named Shinichi Sakurai. That meeting only lasted a few seconds. After that meeting, Uzaki observed her senpai for a straight-up year as he does absolutely nothing. She thought that something had to be done. So, in her second year of college, she decided to hang out with Sakurai. Uzaki drags Sakurai everywhere and they do so much together. She says it’s to prevent him from becoming more of a loner. But is there something more there? Uzaki doesn’t think so, neither does Sakurai, but their friends Asai and Sakaki think so. Okay, let’s see what happens this season!

DOUBLE: We do get a flash of Uzaki and Sakurai last season as well as a future flash, but we jump right into Uzaki’s dilemma of the day. Yeah, we do get a bit of the same thing this season. Uzaki wants to hang out with Sakurai. Sakurai gets annoyed easily. They occasionally go to work. They occasionally hang out with other friends. And every time that happens, their friends try to ditch Uzaki and Sakurai so they can spend “alone time” together. Same shit, right?

Well, this season we do get introduced to new characters. This includes the rest of Uzaki’s family, including his girl-crazy brother and over-protective father. And we finally meet Sakurai’s family. As for the subject of Sakurai and Uzaki hooking up. The non-spoiler part of it is that there were a lot of fake-outs, baits-and-switches, and gotchas.

LICENSING: After the incident between Crunchyroll and several voice actors in a certain anime, I’m starting to grow concerned about returning castmates. This merger has not been pleasant in many areas. The good news here is that the original cast to Uzaki-chan has returned. Thank God, because I would boycott Crunchyroll if they replaced Monica Rial. She was made for the role of Uzaki-chan and don’t fight me on it. The only thing I’m questioning about is this “voice matching”. I’m guessing that there are some sessions Ricco Fajardo (voice of Sakurai) where he can’t be there and so they have David Matranga to voice match. Or something along those lines! I wonder if recording sessions have become more stressful or rushy after the FUNimation/Crunchyroll merger.

MEET THE PARENTS: Last season, we only met Uzaki’s mother. We’re quite familiar with this woman. She constantly thinks Sakurai wants to fondle her and do other unspeakable things to her and her daughter. Far from reality. Well, it’s time to meet the entire Uzaki family. And for shits and giggles, I’ll add Sakurai’s family here too.

Tsuki and Fujio are Uzaki’s parents. I think I’ve said all I can about Tsuki. She still thinks the wrong thing about Sakurai yet doesn’t say anything. Fujio on the other hand was in the dark about who this senpai of Uzaki’s was. However, Fujio and Sakurai already know each other because they work out at the same gym. They got along great! You just have to remember that Fujio is a father first and will wreck anyone who even looks at his daughters or wife.

Kiri and Yanagi are Uzaki’s younger brother and sister. Kiri met Sakurai once. It’s just that he doesn’t know that he’s the senpai of his sister nor does Sakurai catch onto his existence. Kiri is quite stubborn about literally everything. This was showcased greatly when Kiri goes to the gym and sees Sakurai out-doing Kiri at every turn. Sakurai’s dick was even bigger than his.

I can’t even believe I’m writing this in any review of mine. What the fuck do I care about some guy’s dick?! It was a funny moment. Kiri just staring at that big chungus.

As for Yanagi, she actually went up to her sister’s job to meet Sakurai. She’s a bit of a nosy person, but like Ami and Sakaki, she tries in her own way to get her sister and Sakurai together. However, her methods are a bit over the top.

Shirou and Haruko are Sakurai’s parents. It seems like Sakurai’s on good terms with his mother. His dad on the other hand is another story. Shirou tried to put distance between his son and the family so he could get freaky with his wife. He even lies to his wife saying he told Sakurai that he was going to be a big brother. Some father, am I right? On a plus-note, this is Tomokazu Sugita. It’s funny when I can point out his voice within five seconds. Here’s the cast list.

JAPANESE CAST: *Tsuki is played by Saori Hayami (known for Tsuruko on Anohana, Yor on Spy x Family, Shinobu on Demon Slayer, Anju on 86, Saki on Eden of the East, Yumeko on Kakegurui, Ononoki on Monogatari, and Kagura on Fairy Tail)

*Fujio is played by Hideo Ishikawa (known for Itachi on Naruto, Ukitake on Bleach, Polpo on Jojo’s Pt. 5, and Tatsuha on Gravitation)

*Kiri is played by Yuuko Sanpei (known for Selim/Pride on FMA:Brotherhood, Renton on Eureka Seven, Seita on Gintama, Gil on Ascendance of a Bookworm, Hart on YGO Zexal, and Boruto)

*Yanagi is played by Seina Katou

*Shirou is played by Tomokazu Sugita (known for Gin on Gintama, Kyon on Haruhi Suzumiya, Joseph on Jojo’s Pt. 2, Rudeus on Mushoku Tensei, Hideki on Chobits, Karasuma on Assassination Classroom, and Marlo on Attack on Titan)

*Haruko is played by Miki Itou (known for 18 on DBZ, Miyo on Higurashi, Touko on Natsume’s Book of Friends, Eva on Umineko, Taiga on Fate/Stay Night, Gyokuen on Magi, and Lind on Ah My Goddess)

ENGLISH CAST: *Tsuki is played by Terri Doty (known for Virgo on Fairy Tail, Young Ayato on Tokyo Ghoul, and Kirara on Assassination Classroom)

*Fujio is played by Matthew David Rudd

*Kiri is played by Hayden Daviau (known for Shinkan on Goblin Slayer and Rina on Love Live Nijigasaki)

*Yanagi is played by Brittany Lauda (known for Riko on Made in Abyss, F.F. on Jojo’s Pt. 6, Mai on Nichijou, Satoko on Higurashi Gou, Saki on Girlfriend Girlfriend, and Young Law on One Piece)

*Shirou is played by Cris George (known for Flegel on Attack on Titan, Sugarman on My Hero Academia, Zanac on Overlord, and Bepo on One Piece)

*Haruko is played by Morgan Garrett (known for Riko on Attack on Titan, Rei on My Hero Academia, Yuuko on Nichijou, Dia on Love Live Sunshine, Akane on Danganronpa, Henrietta on 86, and Sabo on One Piece)

SHIPPING DOUBLE!!: More people are on team Uzaki x Sakurai compared to last season. Now, we’ve got some close friends of Uzaki’s encouraging them to get together. I think Sakurai and Uzaki falling asleep next to each other out in public got some unwanted attention. But a tarot reading at the school festival kinda messed with Uzaki’s brain. And then there was this added pressure from her family.

Yes, we meet more members of the Uzaki family besides the mother. Unfortunately, Uzaki’s mother still has every wrong idea in her head when it comes to Sakurai. She still thinks he wants her and her juicy bits. In reality, he just wants to pet Uzaki’s kitties. No lie! It’s just as bad as it was last season. But it’s the entire family that has the wrong idea about Sakurai. Uzaki’s brother thought Sakurai was a hot girl senpai at first, Uzaki’s sister thinks something kinky is happening between them, and the father is wondering what the hell is going on with his daughter. Add to that, her father knows Sakurai from the gym but hasn’t caught on that he’s the infamous senpai that Uzaki has been hanging with. Not yet anyways!

The one thing that always seems to ruin the chances of this ship setting sail is the fact that Sakurai never says Uzaki’s first name. He always calls her ‘Uzaki’ (her last name). Yet he’s on first name basis with Uzaki’s mother and sister.

ENDING: I think it’s been teased several times this season that we’re getting something revolving around Uzaki and Sakurai during Christmas. It was teased in the first episode and the ending theme. Both characters have had such big changes when it comes to their feelings for the other. They both…I guess they both like each other. But of course, have never said anything to each other to prove that point. They’re just annoying friends. Uzaki’s father got on her case because she’s stayed overnight at his place several times and they’re not really boyfriend/girlfriend. Meanwhile, Sakurai came back home and got a bit of a beat-down from his old man about this very subject. Sakurai’s father is a scumbag, but he does make a good point.

After visiting the folks, Sakurai comes back to finally do something with Uzaki. That was until Uzaki annoyed him and earned herself a banishment from Sakurai’s apartment. Like everything else in this series, this never lasts more than half an episode. This whole snafu was cleared up when Uzaki and Yanagi decide to have Sakurai over for dinner before Christmas.

Things…um, they did not go well. Fujio went into overprotective papa beast mode when it was learned that the nice boy at the gym was the same guy that his daughter hangs out with and might have a thing for. Suddenly, Fujio is reminded of a gym conversation he had about his daughter with Sakurai. Fujio and Sakurai’s mood changed severely as they were both struck with fear and uncertainty. What are they to do?

Sakurai gets stinkin’ drunk as to forget what happened this night.

Yeah, but he still blabbed some things in his drunk haze. It only got worse from here.

Nudged by her sister Yanagi, Uzaki starts stripping Sakurai. Uzaki was drunk too. When Uzaki sobered up, she took Sakurai home. And at home, Sakurai pins her down on the bed. Make what you will with that scene. They were both sobering up in that scene. Thankfully, nothing transpired with this moment and Sakurai just passed out. The following day, he didn’t remember a thing that happened. Uzaki came forward and showed Sakurai the dirty evidence of what happened after he passed out. He took it a lot better than I thought he would.

However, he does recall pinning Uzaki down on his futon.

Now it’s time for Sakurai to try to come to grips with what his relationship with Uzaki is. He had another one-on-one with his scumbag father. And then had a small conversation with Sakaki and his boss, Akihiko. He asks if Uzaki really likes Sakurai. They said yes, and the fact that you couldn’t see it until now is astounding. Everyone knows. Even the customers! So, will Sakurai make a move? Will Uzaki say something? But if someone confesses, that means no season three. Sakurai holds her hand and then we got a bait and switch. Let’s hang out some more next year. It’s New Years. I forgot to mention it’s the new year.

Okay, I guess there’s more of this same old crap where neither character admits they like the other and we’re strung along for another season or two. I think since the events of Kaguya-sama’s third season went down; I’ve become more antsy with having to wait on these wishy-washy characters. Even Senpai and Nagatoro have a better relationship and Nagatoro made this kid cry in the first episode. Okay, I swear this is the last time I’ll bring up Miss Nagatoro in this review. It just doesn’t help that both series are similar in the premise, aired close to each other and their mangas came out around the same time.

I’m glad that there was some realizations for both Uzaki and Sakurai this season. I guess that’s some progress compared to the first season. Recommendation for this series as a whole might be a little tricky as a character like Uzaki can either be loved or hated depending on how you view her character. Uzaki is one of those characters that can make or break the show for certain people no matter how big her titties are. Yeah, I said it. Watch an episode or two and make your own judgement. And if you watched season one, you already know what to expect here.

If you want to check out Uzaki-chan Wants to Hang Out, Crunchyroll has both seasons available for streaming.

[pufferfishpancakexd]

South Park OC info!!!

here is some info on a south park oc I made<3

Her name is Dorothy Madison and she is Tweek's cousin, she shows up on the second episode of the fourth season

She is deaf and uses a hearing aid, and where she used to live she got bullied for it. When she moved to South Park she hid it from everyone

Kenny being Kenny was quick to jump on a new girl, even if she was ever so slightly crazy

She firmly believes in aliens, ghosts, and all sorts of superstitious stuff. She likes aliens the most, but everyone gaslights her telling her aliens aren't real because why not

She seems to be the most sweet innocent child who would never even utter a swear word, but its not exactly true

Cartman being the ∆sshole he is found out she was deaf and broke her hearing aid, leaving the scraps of it and a paper reading "Try hearing without it cvnt -your friend Eric Cartman<3"

Dorothy was absolutely livid about it, and the next day at school when she spotted him... she beat the sh!t out of him while calling him stuff most grown men wouldn't feel comfortable saying

Kenny, thought it was hot and developed a crush on her along side his already perverted mind

It also turns out Dorothy is half alien and that's why she's drawn to them so much

Along with the other kids, she also has a superhero alter-ego named Space Maiden. Its of course alien themed

Kenny starts learning sign language in hopes to impress her, only to look learn the crazy stuff she was signing to him

After learning what she was saying and knowing the truth, Kenny and Dorothy get together

They are the only couple that doesn't break up at all, but its mostly because when Kenny says something stupid he turns off her hearing aid and when if Kenny tries to break up with her she shoots him (she knows he's immortal)

Appearance:D

Normal outfit

Swimsuit

Pajamas

Superhero

My style

Lines!!!!

"Oh isn't that the kid we gave an ∆nal probe?" -one of the aliens

"Do it again" Dorothy in the episode she learns she's part alien

"I want to do unspeakable things to you Kenny, and that is why I am not speaking it. I am signing it" -Dorothy before ranting to Kenny unaware he now knows what she's saying

"I would rip your fvcking ear off and let you know what it feels like to not hear, but I think being a fatherless, psychopath, fat∆ss is already enough punishment!" -Dorothy after beating the sh!t out of Cartman for breaking her hearing aid

"You don't scare me! What are you gonna do, hurt me for 'stealing' Kenny?" -some girl

"No, but I know how to make you cave. How about instead of me hurting you, I shoot your 'dear' Kenny in the fvcking head instead?" -Dorothy in an episode where someone falls for Kenny

Nicknames!!!!

Dotty (most commonly used)

Dots

Dotzo

Dorry (her dad)

Cvnt (Cartman<3)

Thats enough yapping for now ig

[llycaons]

hi, which one do you recommend the most: reading mdzs, watching the anime adaptation or watching the untamed?

hi, anon! I'd be happy to help you. short answer: try the untamed, and then try the animated series if it's not grabbing you. read the novel only if you finished and enjoy one of the others, and after you've learned about its issues. as I'm unfamiliar with your specific tastes, I'll give an overview of what I think the pros and cons of each version are

oh, and I'd suggest looking up trigger warnings for any of the versions no matter what you decide to start with. the novel may be the worst in terms of romanticizing sexual violence, but the all versions include suicide, torture, child death, mass murder, gore, and various other potential triggers

The Untamed/CQL: the live action drama version of the story. this is the adaptation that is most different from the source material (the mdzs book), and the one I like the best. it's a dramatic, at times tragic, and highly emotional narrative focusing strongly on character relationships, with a lot of original context, several changes to plot and character choices, gorgeous set designs, charming cgi and practical effects, and wirework classic to wuxia. woman are a little more central than in the other versions, too. family drama and romance are both important to the story, though the central m/m love story is censored. the writers changed so much about the romance that it's quite different from the original novel and the donghua. I personally prefer the cql romance for reasons I'll get into later, but can be summed up as 'it's nicer and based on mutual respect/trust',

I love these characters and I recommend this version the most, but if you're not used to the genre it can be confusing and hard to get into. the timeline is also somewhat inconsistent so if that bothers you, it can be hard to enjoy. it's also gotten complaints about the necromancy not being as hardcore or authentic than in the other versions (it was also censored). nonetheless I would recommend starting with the untamed (it's 50 episodes total, complete and available on Viki, Netflix, or free on youtube) and googling if you have questions. as in all versions,there are a lot of characters with various names and allegiances that can seem overwhelming, but in a few episodes things becomes easier to track. if it doesn't grab you by episode 4-5, try the donghua instead. I love the opening scene to cql, but I think the donghua has a better first episode

Donghua (animated series): although it looks like an anime, it's Chinese rather than Japanese, and called a donghua. I like the donghua and it's my second recommended place to start. it's far more faithful to the original novel, and is therefore more coherent at times, with some excellent scenes that didn't make it to cql. the takes on some of the characters was also really interesting. I find the character designs unspeakably ugly and some of the scenes are really cringe, but the music, plot, background, character writing, humor and pacing make up for it, and soon enough I didn't even notice. and the necromancy was really cool! a little over the top for me, but aesthetically it went hard. unfortunately the second season of the donghua was...really bad for reasons I assume have to do with budgeting restrictions, so the story told by the donghua felt incomplete to me, with some pieces missing. but it's completed, the ending was satisfying, the and lots of people really like it. it's also free on youtube (three seasons). I did find a lot of the side characters really flat though, an issue I also have with the novel

MDZS novel: this would be my last recommended place to start, and the only one you can't get for free (to my knowledge). I have not read the official english translation, only the now-unavailable fan translation, but apparently some people find it really hard to read/poorly translated. personally I thought the book was funny, inventive, and compelling, with really cool necromancy and an unflinching relationship with violence (seriously, there is heavy gore and tragedy in the novel too), but it was poorly structured, frustrating, gave shallow side characters, and was unarguably homophobic. the central romance has some really nice scenes, and the characters are interesting, but the two love interests play into 'stoic top' and 'whiny bottom' tropes so much I couldn't stand it. much of the presumed appeal predicates on the characters violating each other's boundaries in various ways, which includes one of them forcing a kiss on the other while blindfolded, and their first sex scene being while one of them was drunk and wouldn't have consented otherwise. the kiss is later framed as romantic (even though the guy never admitted to it) and the drunk sex scene is chalked up to a tragic miscommunication that they move past immediately. the writing about one of them being 'unable to contain his urges' was super weird and I just don't think the author is very good at being normal about gay men. could have been the translation, and maybe I haven't given them the benefit of the doubt, but I just don't trust like that. the plot and necromancy is the strongest part of the book and it's not worth it for a lot of people.

see, the novel extras at the end include rape and pedophilia fantasies that are apparently enthusiastically consented to after the fact (? it's weird) so I cannot recommend it without mentioning that. also I found the love interest a lot more unlikeable and boring in the novel, compared to the donghua and especially cql. despite being a complex and interesting character, the mc was likewise extremely annoying in the novel, for reasons that made sense for the story, but that made reading him a chore. in the donghua he's fun and in cql he's one of my favorite characters of all time

the donghua and cql were both censored from showing anything explicitly gay, but imo they each handled the romance well their own way. the donghua was faithful to the novel up until a point, including their semi-antagonistic interactions and more mild crossing of boundaries, but never to the point where I had to stop watching. they had tremendous chemistry and their story ended in a very romantic way.

meanwhile cql took an entirely different approach, relegating their antagonism mostly to their young teen years and focusing instead on building a strong friendship that always seemed like it was on the cusp of something more, only to be pushed back by internal fears or external pressures. it's been criticized for not being gay enough, but the high romance between the leads was more than obvious to me, and I love how many parallels where drawn between other gay couples in the show, even ones not even implied by the other versions. of course I would have liked them to explicitly get together, but there was so much emphasis on their shared ideals, and so much subtext, such simmering tension, so much support, and so much chemistry, and so much that the actors communicated nonverbally that I saw the romance very easily. the music, acting, writing, lighting, and tone all worked in service of it

in all three versions the family situation is quite tragic but in the novel the situation is more...black and white? so in many ways cql is more tragic for being messier, and I find it the most compelling. the donghua strikes a satisfying balance but not one I was really invested in despite being pretty good

tl; dr it depends on what you like! I hope this helped, and please feel free to reach out and ask more about anything specific. it's an incredible story and I'd love for another person to experience it, no matter how

in terms of other adaptations there is also the manhua (looks kind of ugly to me but uncensored, so all the sex scenes are there and presumably the necromancy) and the audio drama (very high-quality in terms of production, but hard to find, and loyal to the novel to an unfortunate degree given the sex stuff), and the mdzs q show (looks kind of silly and sweet? idk) but I haven't seen those so I can't say much more on them

if you read this far thank you! hope you like whichever you pick!

[sonnenreich]

It was the first time that Zeev had attended a festivity that wasn’t organised by his family. The second harvest was approaching and with Mabon, Samhain was not too far away. The pumpkin patch and the beginning of autumn gave a first taste of the witcher's favourite season, despite summer being the closest to the sun. Not far from their cosy spot in the middle of the field, joyful voices rang out. Children carving crooked faces into pumpkins, couples examining handicrafts, families getting lost in a corn maze close by.  The bliss of the festivities was reflected in Zeev’s mood and he didn't regret that Bonnie had invited him to accompany her.

“Well, I am not suggesting second degree murder,” he chuckled and watched the young woman examine the pumpkins. The sun seemed to have taken a particular liking to her hair, the red radiant and intense. It shone at least as much as her smile. “Depends really which book you are referring to, though.” He deliberately did not elaborate on his statement and merely smiled ambiguously.

Zeev pushed himself off from the fence and circled a few pumpkins in fluid motions, all unique in shape and size, and came to a halt next to her. The company of the witch managed to make him feel at home in some way. She was unlike his siblings, her magic fundamentally different, and yet she harboured the same attraction and presence that all witches possessed. The deeper connection to the omnipresent current of magic in everything around them. Bonnie, who was otherwise hard to beat in good nature, seemed interested in his suggestion that she might, for once, do something forbidden. Zeev himself would also describe himself as righteous, but every now and then a tendency towards mischief came over him. 

He hummed at her suggestions, incidentally fixing one or two of her slightly wild and curly strands. “That does already sound like fun, thinking about it. Isn’t there this Irish tale of Jack O'Lantern? Imagine the faces of people if they saw a guy with a pumpkin head.” He smirked, but knew that a spell like this was beyond his abilities. “A spooky one, are we? Those Scarecrows might actually even scare me,” he laughed. “But perhaps a little scare now and then isn’t the worst thing. However, I’d like to be the one doing the scare instead of being the victim. Heard some visitors being disappointed in the attractions inside the labyrinth. How about we turn it a bit more interesting? I’m really good at creating illusions. Nothing is easier to manipulate than the human mind.”

Spells that influenced perception were unspeakably simple. The human imagination did most of the work, all it needed was a little nudge in the right direction.

"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."

Bonnie stood in the middle of the pumpkin patch, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the rolling fields. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of woodsmoke and the distant laughter of children running through the nearby corn maze. A few leaves, the color of burnt sienna and amber, fluttered down from the trees, settling into the soft earth at her feet. She had just been admiring the symmetry of a particularly large pumpkin, its orange skin smooth and perfect, when Zeev’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the evening.

“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun” he said, his tone laced with that signature mix of charm and mischief that Bonnie had come to expect from him.

She turned to face him, a playful smirk forming on her lips. Zeev was leaning casually against a weathered wooden fence, the setting sun casting long shadows that danced around him. The golden light of the late afternoon sun caught the strands of his blonde hair, making him look almost ethereal against the backdrop of the autumn landscape.

Bonnie couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound blending with the rustling of the leaves. “Is that so?” she replied, tilting her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. “And here I thought you were the type to play by the book.”

She knew, of course, that Zeev was anything but predictable. From the moment they had met, there had been something about him, something wild and free, like the wind that swept through the trees, stirring up everything in its path. Bonnie had always been a bit more cautious, her nature leaning towards the careful and the planned. But standing there, with the vibrant colors of autumn swirling around them and Zeev’s grin promising an adventure, she felt a spark of excitement flicker within her.

She took a moment to take in their surroundings, the pumpkin patch sprawling out around them, dotted with bright orange pumpkins of all shapes and sizes. In the distance, the festival was in full swing, the sounds of cheerful music and the clinking of glasses filling the air. There was something magical about this time of year, something that made the ordinary seem extraordinary, and Zeev’s words only added to that feeling.

“Well” she began, her voice softening into a conspiratorial whisper, “if I were to consider breaking a rule or two, what exactly did you have in mind?” Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she playfully tapped her chin. “Perhaps some pumpkin carving with a bit of enchanted flair? Or sneaking into the festival grounds after hours to see if those scarecrows really do come to life at midnight?”

The idea of bending the rules, even just a little, sent a thrill through her. She wasn’t used to stepping outside of her comfort zone, but there was something about Zeev that made her want to throw caution to the wind. It was as if the very air around them was charged with possibility, the kind that only came around once in a while, and only if you were brave enough to reach out and seize it.

She took a step closer to Zeev, her amber eyes locking with his, the challenge clear in her gaze. “Alright, Zeev” she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Show me what ‘fun’ really looks like. But just so you know, if we get caught, I’m blaming it all on you.”

Her words hung in the air between them, lighthearted yet tinged with the excitement of the unknown. Bonnie felt a shiver of anticipation, the cool autumn breeze lifting her hair as if in agreement. She knew she was stepping into something unpredictable, but with Zeev by her side, that unpredictability seemed less like a risk and more like an adventure waiting to unfold.

[convexicalcrow]

Catching up with Tango streams. Got inspired. bc I keep neglecting that vex Cub/vex Tango series I started nearly a year ago lol.

tw (nonsexual for this fic) master/slave dynamic, amnesia, possession, but it's all as consensual as anything to do with Vex possession usually is lol. Also fluff and cuddles and Tango overthinking things while Cub grinds like the grindy grinder that he is. Read below, or on AO3. <3

"You're sure this is going to work? You won't be able to read my mind, slave?" Tango said as he reached down to touch Cub's head.

Cub was kneeling on the ice in level one, head bowed. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the Vex chattering in his head. They had suggested this, though it hadn't taken Cub long to consent. He wanted to enter the dungeon for the first time blind.

"It will work, master, I promise. Scar used this to keep me from finding out about what he was doing at Area 77. Hopefully this will let me help a little more, master, without spoiling myself for Decked Out," Cub said.

"Well, we'll see, we'll see. There's still a lot that you won't be able to help me with. There's too much only I can do. But at least you won't overhear my thoughts," Tango said.

"If I may be so bold as to make another suggestion, master, if having a second pair of hands would be helpful for some jobs, the Vex can make me forget things. When I'm wearing the mask. They-They possess me, master. I am just a vessel for Them, after all," Cub said. "So you could show me things, but I wouldn't remember them later."

"Oh, really? Well, that changes things if you won't remember anything. Is that just when you're wearing the mask? Does it happen all the time? Or do you-, well, do they, I guess the Vex decide that, don't they?" Tango said.

"It's every time I wear the mask. I remember very little from the pranks we did in season 5, if that tells you anything. It's all just blank when I think about how they were made," Cub said.

"So I just make you wear the mask and that's it? You forget everything? That seems like a dangerous amount of trust you would put in me, Cubby. I could do anything to you, like, like, I dunno, make you eat lava or something! And then make you not remember I did that to you! Are you sure you want to trust me with that kind of power?" Tango said, unsure he trusted himself if he was honest.

"I am just a vessel for the Vex. Use me as you will. Your word is the word of the Vex. I will obey," Cub said reverently. "The fact you are even doubting yourself is what makes me trust you. I know you won't hurt me. It would get in the way of Decked Out being finished."

Tango laughed. "Hey! No cheek from you, slave! Geez. Alright. Get your mask on then. Let's see how much you remember once I'm done with you."

"Yes, master," Cub said, the mask materialising in his hands. As soon as the mask touched his skin, Cub was no longer in control.

-

Tango stood back, watching Cub work. Gathering materials, that was safe enough for now, right? A proof of concept, at any rate. Once he knew Cub didn't remember, then he could deploy him for other tasks that were perhaps a little more sensitive. Of course, he entertained the idea of doing unspeakable things to him while he was in this state, but as Cub had said, that would just delay finishing Decked Out, and he'd hate himself for that. There was too much to do to waste his time messing around.

Cub's Vex form was a strange thing to behold. Tango hadn't specified nudity, so Cub was essentially himself, but with blue-grey skin and a Vex head, with empty white eyes and a thick leather collar around his neck.

Fun fact about that collar, though. Tango had discovered that if he grabbed it in a certain way, like how you might grab a dog's collar to control it and hold it back, Cub froze and dropped to his knees. It was like an instant switch in his head went off. Maybe he'd done that a couple of times once he'd learnt about that, just for shits and giggles. He was still getting used to having Cub at his beck and call, because he knew so much of his work didn't actually need an assistant, so finding things for him to do would sometimes be tricky. But he was learning to enjoy it.

Cub, meanwhile, placed yet another shulker of deepslate at his feet. "How many more, master? I have done seventeen so far."

Tango could verify that. His enderchest was full of the stuff. Cub was nothing if not thorough, and not above a grindy mining session. That said, Tango did make him take rest breaks, just because even he couldn't make himself mine deepslate for ten hours straight without breaks, let alone make another Hermit do it for him.

"Another four and then we're done, slave. You've done very well today, good work," Tango said.

"Thank you, master," Cub said.

"Do you need more shulkers? I've got plenty to spare," Tango said.

"I have two empty ones, master, that's all," Cub said.

Tango gave him two more. "There you go. Fill those four up, then we're done, alright? We'll go rest."

"Yes, master," Cub said. He took the shulkers, got to his feet, and went to continue mining.

-

Cub had fallen asleep in his bed as soon as Tango had tucked him in. It had been a bit of an effort to get him back to Scar's tree and down to the basement where Cub still lived, but the man was exhausted and Tango could tell. He used a little Vex magic to remove Cub's Vex mask and laid it down near the bed.

"There you go. Have a good rest, Cubby. You've earned it," Tango murmured, daring to brush Cub's fringe out of his eyes.

Tango didn't need to stay. Nothing was making him stay. He could go back to the dungeon and maybe sort out some shulkers. Maybe do a little more terraforming. Cub didn't need a babysitter. He was fine. He'd be fine. But Tango needed to be sure. And, if he was honest, maybe it was nice to be … not in his cave for a while?

God, the soft woody, leafy scent of Cub's basement was actually kind of soothing. He had a comfy chair to sit on, a nice hot chocolate, and a moment of silence to just think. The Vex seemed content. There were soft wings on the back of his neck, a sign he'd come to understand as their presence, but also their approval or their pride in him or something like that. A comforting gesture that meant he was doing well.

Still, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Sure, having Cub help with things, and then not remember them, did solve a lot of his problems when it came to getting outside help with Decked Out. On the other hand, he was deliberately giving him memory gaps. But it was to keep him spoiler-free for the game! It was what Cub wanted! But- gah! Tango hated caring this much. Well, no, he didn't. But he wished he could shut his brain off long enough to enjoy this.

And it's not like Cub had been mining on his own while Tango just hung around and watched. He'd been mining too. They'd dug out so much more together than they would have if they'd done it on their own. And Cub was still perfectly capable of conversation, so it was even fun! It was… nice, Tango was willing to admit, to work with someone else and not be on his own.

Cub slept on. Tango wondered if Cub would be just as achey as he felt. He kept idly massaging his hands, knowing he should properly take care of himself given the pain in his shoulders, but ehh. Future Tango problem.

"Maybe a rest would do me good, too. It's not like I have anything else to do. And that bed does look very comfy," Tango mused.

A small, tiny voice in his head whispered to him. Sleep. Sleep. Barely audible but Tango heard them. He understood as a deep weariness filled his body.

He got to his feet. Kicked his boots off. Removed his outer robe and draped it over the chair. Made his way over to the empty side of the bed and carefully slipped under the covers. He was immediately filled with warmth. Something about those nether woods just radiated heat. He'd barely settled when Cub rolled over, pulling him into his arms.

"I'll silence your brain if you're not careful, master," Cub murmured, still appearing to be asleep as he settled down, resting his head against Tango's chest.

Tango smiled. He would've replied, but he was asleep before he thought of a response, the warmth from the bed and from Cub's body doing him in.

-

"You don't- do you remember anything? About yesterday?" Tango ventured as Cub opened his eyes the next day. They were still in bed. Tango felt wrecked. Cub reached for his hand, and kissed the back of it softly.

"If it's important, the Vex will let me remember," Cub said, completely unfased at any potential lack of memories. "Did we do a lot of digging? My body feels like we did a lot of digging. I hope it was helpful for you, master."

"We did. It was very helpful, thank you, Cub. Did you remember that, or are you just going off how sore your body is?" Tango said.

"Ehh." Cub shrugged nonchalantly against the pillow.

Cub did grind a lot, to be fair. Tango felt he should probably be used to feeling like that. He should have expected that.

"You wanna get up any time soon then?" Tango said.

"Might just sleep here a bit more, maybe. You can go if you want to, though. I know you're busy. Gotta get back to the cave, right?" Cub said.

"Maybe I also wanna sleep for a bit, maybe," Tango said. "This bed's just so comfortable and warm. I'm kinda jealous you get to sleep here all the time. Where can I get myself a bed like this?"

Cub smiled. "Well, technically, I just copied the one Scar made upstairs. I can build you one if you like. Maybe I can build you a bedroom in one of the towers for you to sleep in. A small space of your own away from the dungeon. I mean, I've been around that whole cave, and from what I remember, you don't have anywhere for yourself. Even I've got this place when I'm working on bigger projects."

"You don't need to do that, Cubby, really. I'm fine. I don't need it," Tango said, unwilling to focus on such luxuries as a bedroom he'd probably never use, at least not until the game and its winner was done and over with, and he could finally do something else.

"Yeah you do. If you won't leave the cave, at least give yourself a space to retreat to when you need a break. I'm not beyond dragging you there when you need it either," Cub said, a slight light-hearted threat in his voice.

Tango laughed. "Alright, alright, go build me something beautiful. But make it easy for a lazy man to access, because I ain't going far if you want me to sleep in a proper bed."

"Leave it with me, Tango. I'll sort you out," Cub said. He pulled Tango into his arms, refusing to let him go. "Now you're gonna stay here with me for a while because if you're as sore as me, you don't wanna be doing anything else right now. Maybe later we'll go to Keralis' place. A swim and a sauna will do you good. Then I'll let you go back to the cave, alright?"

Tango surrendered. Not that he needed much convincing. Perhaps this was what Cub was here for. To stop him burning out. Sure, the other hermits were always concerned about that, but they had their own stuff to do. Cub was right here, giving himself to Tango to use as he saw fit. Maybe his worth wasn't in the digging, but in the companionship. Maybe that was what he'd needed more than anything else.

[llyncooljones]

mine or yours? - twelve days of rowaelin '22.

ao3 || masterlist || twelve days of rowaelin ‘22 masterlist

prompt: first holiday season together.

word count: 1928

trigger warnings: language, allusions to abuse

tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp  @rowaelinscourt @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @elentiyawhitethorn @rowanaelinn @autumnbabylon @leiawritesstories @backtobl4ck @letstakethedawn

aelin's apartment, the morning

It was a loud and hellacious day at Aelin’s apartment. Rowan had woken there after spending the previous night in her bed, doing the kind of unspeakable things to her, that he liked to speak to her about. In public, mainly. Often with their friends around, in hearing range.

The day had begun gorgeously, he’d woken up his girlfriend with another welcomed orgasm (the seventh in a span of roughly twelve hours), and then had got to putting the coffee on, and starting breakfast, whilst she had hopped into the shower, washing off their debauchery.

Nine months into their relationship, he knew the layout of her kitchen perfectly, reaching into cupboards and drawers like it was second nature. Which maybe it was, given that first nature would have been reaching into his apartment’s cupboards and drawers.

His girlfriend had emerged from the bathroom, in a cloud of lemony steam, her hair damp and dripping on the floor, even when swept up into a braid. He had to hold himself still, so as to not run to her and just breathe her in. Keep her in his lungs and breath out, get high off her. she had wrapped herself tightly in a dressing gown, and made her way to the breakfast bar, sat and drank coffee with him, sat and ate a breakfast of thick, American-style pancakes with him, had them broached the subject of Christmas with him.

That was when the morning turned loud and hellacious. Because Rowan assumed they would be spending the Christmas season with his parents, because they lived on the other side of the ocean, and Aelin had yet to meet them. Because he saw Rhoe and Evalin every time he went to the corner shop for a late-night condom run—so he saw them enough, and they saw him enough—he didn’t need to see them anymore.

It had seemed logical to him, that it was what they would do. Rowan loved Christmas with his parents because it wasn’t just his parents and his family—it was the House of Whitethorn family Christmas. It was extravagant and it was perfect, and he could not wait to show his girlfriend the traditions of Doranelle.

She had thought they would go to her parents because they were closer, and Aelin knew them better, and Rhoe and Evalin didn’t have a big, happy family to surround themselves with so they needed their daughter to be with them for the holiday season.

And now here they were, cold coffee mugs on the island, slowly making their way through the apartment, voices raising and lowering, fury in their eyes but love in their hearts. Rowan knew that it all came from a place of love, Aelin’s need to be with her parents, but he couldn’t help but feel like an afterthought when it all came down to it, couldn’t help but feel that his girlfriend—the woman he loved—had forgotten about him, and his wants and needs and preferences.

And he hated that feeling. It sank like lead in his stomach and refused to move.

“You had better be high to even suggest something like that to me—”

“—how dare you accuse me of something like that, you know I don’t do drugs, Aelin. Well… not anymore but that is bes—”

“—stop interrupting me, Rowan Whitethorn. The disrespect, honestly. And what is the good gods’ does ‘well… not anymore’ mean?” her tone was shrill, and it was enough to signal to Rowan that he needed to stop doing, whatever it was he was doing. Undermining her? Ruining her image of Christmas?

Distracting her as he pulled the bottom of his shirt up to wipe at his forehead? For no other reason than to prove to himself (and hopefully his girlfriend) that he could still be attractive to her when they were arguing. Instead of persisting on his quest, he turned his attention back to their argument and rebutted against Aelin’s statement—patronisingly and horribly.

“Nothing untoward, dear, it’s just been since college since I’ve dabbled in that particular area. But again, I am not high. It is perfectly reasonable to suggest that we spend Christmas at my parent's.” Y’know, he wanted to add, the ones I haven’t seen in nearly two years, the parents who raised me and loved and turned me into the man you love. Those parents, Aelin.

“Have you never spoken to anyone with two brain cells to rub together, everyone knows that you spend Christmas with the mum’s parents. Certainly not the dad’s parents, no siree.” Her voice, again, was this over-the-top, theatre-like voice. It was cruel and callous, and he could not stand it.

This wasn’t Aelin, this was an amalgamation of all her fears and traumas and doubts about their relationship wound into one, big ball of angst. He wanted to help her unravel it, sit by her side and talk things out, and he did. He really, truly did.

But he couldn’t, not when she was being ridiculous, they’d been together nine months and she was thinking about five years into the future—at least—and trying to reason it like that. And on top of that, her argument had no relevance to their current position, where neither was a parent, but they both had parents.

“The fuck are you talking about, mum’s and dad’s parents, we’ve barely been together nine months, and we’re nowhere near thinking about kids.” Now Rowan was lying, but he could hardly confess in the middle of the argument that he’d been having dreams about blonde babies with green eyes, looking up at him from his arms.

That was hardly the kind of thing you told your girlfriend when you were having a fight. It wouldn’t be right. No, it wouldn’t.

“Nowhere near thing about kids, the fuck do you mean? You had better be joking this time around, Rowan Whitethorn. Have you not even thought about our future as a couple.” Of course, he had, of course! How could he not think about being down on one knee, waiting at the end of the aisle, sat in a hospital chair holding her hand as she pushed, welcoming their first child into their home?

“Not to the extent of kids, no,” yes to the extent of kids, obviously to the extent of kids—Rowan could kick himself for the way he was acting, “I kind of figured we’d sit down and have that chat at a later date. Start considering larger things, when this relationship is a little larger than nine months of good times.” Fuck, that did not come out the way he wanted it to.

He hadn’t meant good times, as in hey, you were a great lay, but I won’t cry in bed when we break up. He had meant good times, as in you have been the greatest thing to ever happen to me, these have been the best nine months of my life, and you are a great lay, but I definitely will cry in bed when we break up.

“Nine months of good times! Nine months of fucking good times! Are you fucking kidding me? I know you weren’t raised in a cattle shed, nor born in one, so don’t act so fucking idiotic. I know you’ve got brain cells, use them during this discussion.”

With that closing statement, Rowan watched as his girlfriend stormed away from him, flinging the cushion she’d been kneading—during their ‘discussion’ as she had called it—at his head, and finally slammed the door to her bedroom closed.

The cushion hit, not two seconds later, and landed then on the floor with a sad deflated thwump. He felt the same way, like he’d been trampled on, but either way, Aelin seemed to be taking this the hardest out of the both of them. So, he began work on his apology, and thought a little deeper as to where he went wrong in that discussion.

He had gone wrong everywhere except for asking to spend Christmas in Doranelle, because that was fair of him. It was perfectly fucking fair of him, to want to see two of the most important people in his life, at Christmas, when he hadn’t seen them in nearly two years. He wouldn’t apologise for that. No way.

With the chocolate hazelnut cake Aelin had eaten half of last night under one arm, and the bottle of vodka they’d half drunk last night under the other, and his lips prepared to apologise like no one had ever apologised before, he made his way to the door his girlfriend had slammed. He knocked awkwardly with the base of the glass bottle and waited for Aelin to emerge—or even invite him.

The door opened a crack, and Rowan found himself looking down on half of her face, and even just half was enough to make him shove the door slightly so he could make his way in. In the—maximum five minutes, minimum 2 minutes—time it had taken him to collect his thoughts and his apology food, his girlfriend had cried so hard her eyes were swollen, her cheeks were wet—as were her jaw, chin, neck—and the neckline of his shirt (he had to restrain the urge to smile) was covered in darker green splotches.

Letting the door fall ajar behind him, he herded her up, and onto her bed. She swathed herself in the thick bedding, covering herself with the duvet and blankets before holding up an arm and creating a space. For him, he realised. With harried movements, he set the bottle and the plate on the nightstand he had claimed and snuggled under the covers with a certain eagerness.

Her blonde hair was quickly lain over her shoulders, as she dug herself a hole next to him, and moved his arms around her like he was her lifeline. Like, even though they were fighting she couldn’t stand to be away from him—she had to be as close as possible. At all times.

“Ro, I am so sorry. I should never, ever, ever speak to you like that. That was so rude of me, I’m—I’m honestly so ashamed of myself. I know that’s how Remelle treated you, and I can’t—” she choked on a sob, and Rowan rubbed a soothing hand down her back, letting her speak, because Rowan knew how much she hated to be interrupted, “I can’t believe I would treat you like that!”

Rowan’s heart gave out, in the warmth of the duvet, and with Aelin in his arms. His eyes stung as tears threatened to fall—but didn’t. “Aelin, don’t apologise. Please don’t. I shouldn’t have egged you on, I knew I was being ridiculous about some of the shit I was saying. It was rude of me, and I shouldn’t have made half of the comments I did.”

“Don’t say that Rowan—I was so horrible. And for what, because of some stupid trend, or stereotype? I mean, we see my parents every weekend, and you, you haven’t seen yours in two fucking years!” she turns to a wail, her eyes leaking tears, staining his t-shirt further.

“Aelin, love, it’s alright. Take a second, and we’ll chat later. Here, have a bite of the cake, and a drink of this, and then we’ll talk this through. Drunk, and even more full than we were after breakfast.”

And they spent all day chatting, laughing their heads off in bed, getting drunk off the good vodka Aelin saved for New Year’s.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

I’m writing my post about the second season of The Witcher as we speak and I’m only on episode 5, but I want to just take a moment to appreciate what a good person Jaskier is because I feel like that deserves it’s own post.

First of all, the fact he’s the Sandpiper and risking his own neck to help elves get to Cintra… he has no personal reason to, but he’s doing it because he knows it’s the right thing.

“Yennefer, I’m so sorry. I would not wish that fate on my worst enemy, and yes, you are… firmly lodged in that category, it has to be said, but… what they’ve done to you and your people is unspeakable” - he’s so empathetic, he doesn’t particularly like Yennefer but he’s able to put that aside because he recognizes that what is happening is something truly unspeakable and awful.

“But some people are speaking. There are anonymous benefactors working behind the scenes, helping me, helping us, helping us make this right.” - AGAIN, HOW CAN YALL SAY HES SELFISH AND AWFUL 😭 HE’S LITERALLY SUCH A WONDERFUL GUY

When that dock guard guy and the other guards were beating the shit out of Ba’lian, Jaskier looked so sad as he backed away, so regretful because he knew he couldn’t do anything, and it breaks my heart

Jaskier helping the elves down the ladder into the boat and softly saying “it’s all right, you’re safe, you’re safe, are you alright?” is just so soft and sweet. I don’t understand how people can watch this show and hate him, he’s such a good person who clearly cares about other people

When Dara said “thank you, we’d all be dead without you”, Jaskier was like “it’s lovely to meet you, Dara, I expect you to do great things” and just generally super nice???

After he found out Yen had lost her magic, he gave her this super long beautiful speech about how it’s his job to put himself in other people’s shoes, and he admitted that he was scared that one day “the muses will stop speaking to me” and he was just genuinely??? So??? Sympathetic?? They both acknowledged that he could very well have made fun of her and mocked her but instead he was so nice???

I’m so tired of seeing people claim Jaskier is this selfish idiot who doesn’t care about other people when he’s not that in the slightest. If he was, he wouldn’t have risked his own skin to help other people.

[caliburn-the-sword]

holy shit. everyone stop it. you can’t keep having the best ideas on my own post /j

too lazy to screenshot your tags (seriously you people keep hiding GENIUS takes there stop that) and yes you’re so right. the best revenge is one where he fr just one where he shows belle what a real bf is FKSHDFSKH. also yes captain swan is obviously endgame. emma had her share of love interests before killian. this is just killian having his own before her to fix belle right up. 

i just worry that killian would already be dead before emma could ever arrive in storybrooke LMAO. the second gold got his memory back (from what i remember it was at the ten year mark of the curse because he was approached by snow and charming??) he would have gone out of his way to find killian and do something unspeakable to him. 

assuming we’re fully able to bypass that, then imagine the absolute DRAMA of season two starting with everyone off for regina’s head, and meanwhile gold is on the hunt for killian. tbf killian would ALSO be on the hunt for gold once he has his memories back. and then we’d get to explore all the very interesting dynamics that were skirted with jefferson about what happened to the cursed families that were split up and rearranged because of the curse, because then do belle and killian continue their 28 year thing?? messy breakup?? BIG talk at the very least

i will admit. when i was watching season 2 of ouat. i shipped hook and belle. not in a serious way but not in a crackship way either. just in a "it would be SO fucking funny if hook stole both rumpelstiltskin's wife AND new gf" way. up until he shot her i was like. yeah i can see this developing into romantic chemistry. a funky little enemies to lovers if you will. but you know what, not JUST for the joke also because it would be thematic. rumpelstiltskin is narratively punished for being a coward, and then is narratively punished AGAIN for being a huge manipulative dickhead, BY THE SAME MAN BOTH TIMES. this makes sense in my head i swear