#i can’t hate donna for being crazy about him

[chigirisprincess]

woodrow that art of diluc smirking is actually insane /pos something about confident and cocksure diluc that has sm untapped potential 😵‍💫😵‍💫

it isn’t often that diluc smiles with the confidence of a man on fire. he’s reserved, quiet in his power; he’s the kind of man that gives the impression of strength without needing to jump through hoops to show it. he isn’t a performer, not by any means. he does not feel that he needs to express his strength as others often do, puffing their chests and cockfighting in the streets or even in his own bar on a late night.

but sometimes. in rare occasions. diluc ragnvindr becomes a cocky, confident, powerful animal of a man. he loses himself in his claymore. eyes hazed over the bridge of his nose. hair falling in his face. it is during these rare occasions that you understand why he might be called the uncrowned king of mondstadt.

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 22: Lipstick Prints

Photo: From Pinterest, JAW getting ready for the Golden Globes

Bearblr Promptober Day 22: Costumes

Summary: Carmy's getting ready for a costume party, and he learns he likes his girlfriend's lipstick prints on him. Fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of trauma, mentions of The Devil (Chef David), mentions of Donna Berzatto, Carmy is startled, comfort, fem reader/generic lass who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns. (1,611 words)

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Thank you for reading. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list. Sideblog for commentary and yapping: @m-z-shoroi

Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for days.

22 Oct 2024

“Fuck me, Bear, you can’t go looking like that,” she said.

Don’t ask me how it happened (okay, maybe it had to do with her confessing that she wants to have children with me, what the fuck is my life), but I decided to accept Darling’s invitation to a costume party that people from her work were putting on. I don’t know, I had a weird sort of confidence that evening.

Had.

I froze while buttoning up my shirt, a sheer black number that I was pairing with a black suit. My stomach lurched. Did I break a social rule? The fuck did she mean, I couldn’t go looking like that?

“I-I’m sorry?” was all I managed to get out.

“I want to eat you.”

Oh. Oh, I suppose that was valid. I felt myself start to shrink, dammit.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t weird confidence. Maybe I was just fucked up enough to do something crazy in some asinine attempt to ward off gnawing guilt from refusing to pick up 3 calls from ma and then refusing to talk to her when Nat wandered into the kitchen with her on the phone. It was eating a hole through me, those stupid little bubbles on my phone and then Sug’s sad eyes. Missed call from Mom. The number of times I thought about blocking her number or deleting it, and then thinking better of it because surely, surely at some point Donna Fucking Berzatto was going to have a crisis bad enough that she’d call me, and I didn’t know if I could live with my guts twisting into knots knowing she—I don’t know—bled out in a car wreck because she was driving drunk again and I just happened to have her phone number blocked at the time.

Only to then not pick up the phone. To just stare at it while it buzzed at me, frozen in space, drowning in flashes of her tear-soaked face, the smell of stale cigarettes, cheap wine, that old, shitty perfume she wore to cover up the smell of booze. That sting from every time she hit me across the face in my agonizing eternity in that house. I would’ve thought I had enough of my shitty little life figured out to at least pretend to want to hear from her, to not care about her emotional manipulation, her gaslighting, listen to her spun stories, get lulled by her laugh only to get bit by her insults. I could certainly do it while I was in New York, so what changed in Chicago?

I hate admitting it, but I was more bulletproof in The Devil’s home.

Maybe it was because he never stopped whipping me. Kept the armor in check, the drawbridges up, the archers at the ready. And then when it stopped, the exhaustion set in.

And when Darling set in, the exhaustion amplified.

“Pretty boy?” She sung.

My attention and gaze snapped to her. Doorway of the bedroom, long plum-colored dress with a black cloak, a little witch’s broom slung over her back. Hood pooled around her shoulders. More eyeliner, darker, brought out the color in her eyes. Black lipstick. Why did I like that so much?

“Hi.”

“Hi. Hey. Sorry,” I mumbled. Raked back my hai—

“No, no, no don’t ruin it!” She hissed. She darted forward, brushed my hand out of the way, and messed with my hair. “It looks gorgeous right now; I wanna try to keep it that way.”

That’s right. She’d tackled my hair with water and some kind of leave-in conditioner or something, so it actually had a curl pattern instead of whatever bird’s-nest bullshit it ended up in from me dragging my fingers through it a thousand times a day. She had her mother of pearl necklace on. One new to me, a fine gold chain with a little medallion, was just barely visible above her cleavage.

She then started adjusting my shirt collar. “I didn’t think you would have something like this.”

“I own nice clothes. Just, uh, don’t have a ton of opportunities to wear them here.”

“No, I mean a sheer black dress shirt.”

“Yeah, I don’t really, um, have an explanation for that…”

She smoothed her hands down my chest. I fought to keep my eyes open. It was a problem now, how fast my eyes would drift shut if she touched me, how hard it was to stay focused on anything when she had her hands on me, or when I could pick up her scent. It wasn’t just that airy vanilla and citrus note either, there was a scent to her skin. Warm, musky, maybe a bit salty like an arid coastal town that barely qualified as coastal except for when the surf was rough, and that saltwater-laden air would drift further inland. It drove me insane.

“I like it,” she murmured, now tracing her thumb over my lips. “Very witchy. And I didn’t have to buy you a shitty costume.”

I hooked her chin, leaned in for a kiss, she pulled back, and—it was entirely instinct, maybe because of the whole phone call situation, maybe because of other past experiences—I jumped back. My heart shot to my throat and my face flooded with heat. Thinking about it now, the only logical reasoning is that I still had the phone ordeal on the brain because I was expecting her to snap at me. Or swing at me. Not once—not a single time, not once, not ever, no matter what happened—never, ever did Darling make me feel unsafe. Never. It’s why I could love her so much. Why I could crumble apart in front of her, why I could crawl to her after taking a beating during service and just lie on the couch with my head on her stomach and her hands in my hair, soul smarting, stinging, sometimes screaming in pain. I was always safe. Darling is safe.

A look of horror flashed on her face.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” It came out as a whisper. “I’m sorry, Carm. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just didn’t want to get lipstick on you.” She raised her arms a little. Slowly.

And I collapsed into them. She squeezed me—I keep forgetting how fucking strong she is—but the tight hug was needed. Felt like it was holding me together. My heart was still pounding, and it was a million fucking degrees, but I pulled her flush to me, buried my nose in the crook of her neck, and drew in the deepest breath I could, focused on the vanilla, citrus, the warmth. She mumbled apologies repeatedly, pressed her lips to the side of my neck, somehow held me tighter. I wanted to tell her that she’d apologized enough, but words didn’t occur to me. It was honestly just nice to be held. I didn’t realize how badly I’d needed it all day.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I’m okay, I just. I dunno, it wasn’t you, it was-it was other stuff today.”

She pulled back to study my face. “I don’t want you to be scared.”

“No, I’m-I’m okay.” I rubbed my eyes. I doubt it helped her feel better. “I just. I wasn’t expecting it is all.”

She leaned to the side. “Oh. I left a print on you.”

I turned and looked in the mirror. There was a black lipstick print on the side of my neck. It wasn’t perfect, a bit smeared from the angle she was at when she left it. The warmth drained from my face. Was replaced with a comfortable coolness.

“I like it,” I declared.

Her reflection arched her eyebrows. “Yeah?”

I stepped closer and studied the print. It still looked identifiably like her lips, dark gray all over with more of a black around the outside edge and a few little lines near the center of the print. Looked almost like an interesting tattoo. It was a strange sort of feeling, the feeling of being claimed, of being marked as hers. She’d been leaving those marks—lipstick prints, hickeys, bites, scratches—in places clothes could easily cover up for months already, but something about the imprint being so plainly visible, unmissable on the side of my neck, it was an addictive prospect.

Fuck, I could get a tattoo of it.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “I-I like it a lot.”

She stroked my cheek with her thumb. Giggled. “Should I start giving you kisses on your neck to take to wo—?”

“Yes.” I met her eyes. “Yes. Please.” Please, leave a mark on me that makes it obvious that I’m yours. Please, Darling, my love, my sweetheart—I need to show people I belong to you. I don’t know why, I’m not interested in knowing why, I just need it to be obvious to anyone and everyone, most of all, to myself, that I am yours.

It took a moment for a wicked grin to appear on her face. She tipped my head back, pressed her lips just to the side of my throat, right over my carotid. I swallowed a pleased sound and tried to ignore the stir of heat in my core—we needed to actually go to this damned party, after all—and was rewarded with a perfect lipstick print on the other side of my neck, visible from the front. She smoothed my shirt over my shoulders. Leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“There. That one’s for you to look at.”

I bit my lip. Nodded.

I was going to wreck her when we got home.

[garbinge]

That One Christmas Without Carmy

Michael "Mikey" Berzatto & Platonic!F!Reader

30 Day Fic Challenge (22/30)

Word Count: 2k A/N: A little flashback with Mikey.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of abuse, angst, sadness, depression. Other fics from this universe The Bear Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @quixscentsposts @dadbodfanatic-x @adorable-punk-superheroes @lodeddiperrodrick @isalver @captainweasleybarnes @musicwithteeth @fancyvoidtragedy @shinebright2000 @knight4xmas @gills-lounge @navs-bhat @cosmicak @kmc1989

It was the one Christmas Carmy didn’t come home. With how things were with him, you weren’t shocked. He barely answered your texts, you talked for two minutes every few months. Things were just different, you knew he was distancing himself. It took some time but you put the pieces together as to why and weren’t going to force him into anything. 

You walked into the house, apple cider in your hand, something you did every year you came. Sugar hated that Donna drank herself a mess every holiday, which made bringing alcohol feel wrong, not to mention when you started coming over for these events as an adult, you were still under the legal drinking age and you knew food was off limits when Donna was cooking the 7 fishes. So apple cider it was. 

Not bothering to engage in whatever conversation was happening in the living room, you moved throughout the house looking for a quiet corner to just collect your thoughts. Life had been pretty rocky lately, you just moved back not that long ago and you still felt like you were trying to get your footing from being in Indiana with the jackass that was your ex. You weren’t sure what life held for you, but the pressure alone was enough to weigh you down. 

You let out the deepest sigh as you collapsed your back on the wall next to the pantry where Mikey was standing, the only quiet corner of the house that wasn’t the bathroom which was currently being hot boxed by the Faks. 

He let out a chuckle and a head shake, letting his long hair fall all crazy around him. 

“Just need a minute.” You stared at the ceiling. 

“Feel that.” Mikey was now staring up at the ceiling with you. “Sorry about the craziness.” 

“Ironically, Mikey, this is the most stable environment I’ve been in.” 

“You know that’s fucked, right?” He looked over at you with a smile. 

“Beats sitting in an empty house waiting for a santa that never comes.” You remembered the one Christmas in middle school where your dad told you he was going to visit Santa and to stay in the living room and he’d be back with gifts, he didn’t show back up for 3 days, and all he had in his hand was a public indecency ticket and a 6-pack. “I don’t think you get how much this shit means to me Mikey. You, Sug, Carm, shit, even Richie. You guys saved me, Donna being well,” you pointed to the kitchen as a way to replace any verb that just felt completely underwhelming in comparison of the action, “it’s something I’d happily deal with just to have your guys company.” 

“We love you, kid.” He grabbed your shoulder, staring at you. 

After a moment of silence, you spoke up. 

“You talk to him lately?” 

“No.” He answered quickly. “You?” He was now staring down at the floor, waiting for an answer.

“Not really. Maybe a month ago. He actually called me once, wished me a happy half birthday.” You chuckled and looked over at Mikey who was making a weird face. “It’s like a tradition.” You started to explain since he looked very confused. “We’ve done it since we were kids.” You shrugged. “But other than that and a text to let me know he wasn’t coming home, he hasn’t answered my calls. Barely texts me back.” 

“You know last year, he was standing right there where you are, giving me shit ‘bout talking to Claire Bear for him.” He laughed at the memory while you rolled your eyes. “Jealous?” Mikey caught you and smirked. 

“Barely.” You huffed. “It’s just so crazy you guys can’t see it.” You shrugged and looked at Mikey who was giving you a look like ‘are you going to continue?’. It made you laugh but you obliged. “You’re gonna make fun of me and him for saying this, but Carm, he’s so delicate. He gets tipped off his scale so easily you gotta ease him into things. I bet you, you, Richie, and Fak bum rushed him about how hot she is, and how he needs to hit that and whatever. That shit throws him off, you gotta be smooth with it. When he’s here, he’s waiting for something to tip the scales, that's why it’s so easy to tip.” 

“It was cousin Steve, not Fak, but you’re not wrong, that is what happened.” He nodded, letting his hand rest on the frame across from him as his head dropped and his back was still against the other side of the frame. “It’s like you’re his best friend or some shit.” It was meant as a joke, a light hearted comment but it held a lot more weight for you.

“I don’t know about that anymore.” 

“What happened to you out in Indiana. Could tell shits been different for you since then.” Mikey continued the conversation, his leg now lightly kicking the door frame as a subconscious tik. 

“Some really fucked shit happened. After all of it, I went to see Carmy, could tell he was working really hard to separate himself from this, and I just so happen to be a part of this. I think I tip the scales.” 

“If it makes you feel better, I most definitely tip the fuckin’ Carmy scales.” Mikey laughed, looking back down at the ground. 

“You know, you’re like a brother to me, Mikey.” That comment brought his eyes back up to you, his head nodding and his hair flopping all over the place as he acknowledged you. 

“I love you like a sister, you know this, sometimes even more than Sugar, you don’t ask Ma if she’s okay 20 times a day.” He teased, a smile growing on his face. 

It was nice to see him smile, it was so rare these days it felt like. 

“Your moms scales are easily tipped, too. Probably where Carm gets it.” You were now walking past him in the door frame and sitting on the radiator box that was parallel to the stairs. “Guess I got my dad’s scales, untippable.” You shrugged as you jumped up. 

“Think I got mine’s too.” Mikey’s eyebrows raised, he shifted his positioning, so he was facing you since you moved, but quickly mimicked how he was standing before, back against the door frame, hand on the opposite side holding him up. “How is your Pops?” 

You laughed and shook your head. “It’s Christmas Eve so, drunk, probably in a casino.” 

“Some things don’t change.” His eyes were now connected to yours. 

“And yet I feel like I can’t recognize my life anymore.” Your legs began to kick back and forth slightly hitting the radiator beneath you.

“Well, a lot of things do change.” Mikey shrugged, a smile growing on his face at the irony of his statements. 

“Funny guy.” You smiled back. 

“Bear made me this drawing that Christmas. Told me about Copenhagen.” He let out a deep sigh. “I tipped the scale though.” 

“He just misses you, Mike. Wishes he was doing this with you.” It was spoken like it was so obvious and Mikey missed all the signs. 

“He told you that?” It was curious how he asked, like he knew all along, but there was some shit no one but him knew that prevented it all from happening. 

“No, but I know he told you that, he’s my best friend, I've known him since we were kids, I know what he’s thinking before he thinks it.” You spoke jokingly but obviously.

“It’s just a mess here.” Mikey wasn’t in the mood to joke about this and you could tell that immediately.

“But it’s home.” You spoke in the same seriousness.The doorbell rang and you looked at Mikey and quickly nodded your head to the right. “I’ll get it.” 

Mikey stayed leaning against the pantry’s door frame as you walked over to the front door. With a smile, you tossed open the door, expecting to see Pete or even one of the Fak’s since they always managed to lock themselves out every year but your heart dropped when you saw him. 

“Hey, I uh, called your dad, said I could probably find you here.” 

The last time you saw this man was when Richie was pointing a gun at him in the middle of The Beef which was last year. That added with the fact that he mentioned talking to your father, you barely got to talk to him and he can just call him up and he offers up your information like its nothing. The feeling of your heart dropping was quickly being replaced with rage bubbling in every part of your boddy, but your hands and arms specifically. 

“What the fuck do you want.” It must’ve been obvious you were getting angry because the man in front of you lifted his arms in a sense on innocence but you knew there was nothing innocent about him. 

“Was back in the area, missed you, I know how much you love the holidays, figured maybe we could go out, catch up, or not talk at all.” His eyebrows raised and as he was talking you definitely smelt the alcohol on his breath. 

“You should actually get the fuck out of here.” Your hand was firm on the door, despite them shaking, ready to slam it closed. 

The man took a step forward now, his begging mixed with a desire to show power. As his hand rested on the door he began to slightly push it open against yours.  “Don’t be like that, I always hated when you were like that, you’re too pretty to have an attitude that ugly.” 

Suddenly, the pushing on the door stopped and you felt a hand right above yours. Turning you saw Mikey standing behind you, taking all the weight of the door in his hand as he held firm with a deep frown on his face. 

“Pretty sure she told you to get the fuck outta here.” 

You weren’t sure if you were mortified or happy someone had your back right now. 

“I’m talkin’ to the lady, alright, don’t mean to be a bother, you don’t–you don’t gotta get involved.” It was said to be nonchalant but anyone could have read between the lines. 

“No, you’re not talkin’ to the lady.” In a way so opposite of his other hand, Mikey lightly touched your shoulder and smiled at you as he nodded behind him. Quickly he was taking your hand in his and moving you behind him. “C’mere sweetheart, stand right there.” He turned his attention back to the man at the door and hardened his face again. “You’re talkin’ to me. Who are you?” 

“I’m a friend.” He pointed to you and tried to peak past Mikey at you. 

“You ain’t shit. This is my house, my property, and she’s my friend. So I’m gonna need you to get the fuck out of here.” Mikey gripped the guy up with such ease, if it wasn’t for the flex of his muscles and the veins on his arms popping out, it wouldn’t have been obvious as to how hard his grip around this guys neck was. He tossed him down the stairs almost like a ragdoll, it helped that the man was in the bag drunk and had little to no reflexes readily available anymore. “If you ring this doorbell or do any other shit in or around this house, I’ll kill you.” With that the door was being slammed and he was turning to look at you. It broke him to see someone he saw as family so scared, your eyes were terrified still. 

He was tossing his arm over your shoulder and pushing you back through the kitchen and to the dining room where the chaos was. A sure way to keep your mind off everything. 

“Hey, c’mon now. Ignore that, let’s steal one of those cannolis, yea?” 

[eclipsewxtch]

that's so funny

1 Bruce being like: thoughts?? 🥰☺️

Charlie seeing Vance and remembering how Red leaves his victims: and prayers wtf 🙏😰🤢

2 Donna sitting pretty while listening to the Angels trying to explain themselves: ehhh disappointed but not surprised

Y'all can't tell me Griffin didn't let a "wait hear me out- why's he kinda-🤭" giggling, kicking his feet, twirling his hair while reading a Paperboy drug report, just before being cut by a pillow thrown either by Bruce or Finney

(He's about to lose that favourite child spot with Charlie after bringing home a druglord, but well, Billy won the least hated son-in-law competition, i bet he would be smug about it)

3 Mr. B thinking of Robin as a disrespectful brat is more funny than it should be, everyone waiting for Finney to find his "soulmate" just for ...THAT

1) Charlie would’ve so horrified

2) Donna doesn’t approve of them but she can’t tell if it’s because she’s sapphic or bc they’re all terrible ppl (that scene w griffin and the pillow is actually in my drafts LMAO)

3) the crazy thing is ONLY Mr. B has a problem w Robin, everyone else likes him just fine.

[willothewispwisteriadawn]

the thing with once upon a time at bennington is that... it paints itself as trying to paint a picture of "all" bennington, but all it does is spread misinformation and cut up interviews with people who loosely knew donna tartt and bret ellis. if you want any more proof of that anolik is like... really reaching and unethical, look no farther than her insistence that michelle maitland (costume designer on succession) is the inspiration behind judy poovey. she said numerous times that she didn't know donna, and maybe her car was the basis for judy's corvette, but THERE WASNT A COSTUME DESIGN MAJOR AT BENNINGTON, and she was a theater major, and she seriously doubts donna has a third eye and could know what industry she'd go into like 10 years after TSH was published. anolik published the interview and said maitland is surely judy anyway.

https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2021/12/succession-secret-history-judy-poovey-connection

Geeeeeez 🤦🏻‍♀️. Yeah this was the stuff I was skeptical about. There seemed to be things that could be such crazy interesting details, but that we can’t know the full context of. And they’re just being stated as truths. I hate to talk about this podcast only having read articles about it; these are just my takes from stuff analyzing sections— but I have thoughts on Matt Jacobsen and Todd O’Neal as well. They probably did give Tartt inspiration for Bunny and Henry. Certain quotes and details seem very taken from them. And Claude Fredricks totally inspired parts of Julian and the Greek class.

That said, it seems fallacious to assume there’s a 1-to-1 comparison between these people and the characters. Just because aspects of Matt Jacobsen were seen in Bunny does not mean that everything Tartt had Bunny do was with Jacobsen in mind. Bunny is still a fictional character. She also stated here that Julian was based on her mind running wild and creating a character based on rumors about Claude Fredricks. He wasn’t literally just Claude Fredricks. Tartt also has given a huge list of books that inspired writing choices in TSH and it really checks out for certain characters. Did Donna Tartt use the fact she transferred colleges and perhaps felt like the odd man out in a Greek class when she wrote Richard? Sure. But does that mean Richard is literally her avatar and that they share every thought, and that he came from zero other inspirations— or that she never departed from herself while writing him? That’s such a stretch.

And there’s another part of this narrative that just doesn’t make much sense to me. If TSH is really a revenge story about how Donna Tartt hated her Greek class and wanted to get back at them, and Richard is her stand in to do so… why is Richard so bad? Do self indulgent revenge fantasies typically make the supposed author stand-in just as wicked as everyone else? And he ends up miserable and alone and coming to terms with that he’s not special and that he’s got California in his blood (being from Cali is a huge part of Richard and Tartt isn’t from California).

Again, I can level with the assertion that authors/artists I like are flawed (some of my favorite authors are severely flawed). But my issue here is that some of this immediately jumps out as wildly intrusive (it reminds me of a different interview where the person asks Donna Tartt a really personal question, and it really shocked me that the person didn’t feel intrusive in asking it. It’s like Tartt’s emphasis on her own privacy makes people weirdly bold.). And it definitely seems like many people in the podcast have a story they want to tell and have decided to tell, despite the discrepancies and lack of clarity. Ultimately, these people are like “please be aware we aren’t claiming this is as fact” but they’re still inserting a scandal into the world.

Finally… another thing that’s weird to me is that Tartt’s peers paint this bitter picture of her for using true happenings and facts about them in the context of her fiction, and they view it as a scummy thing. But I mean, she never addressed anyone by name, claimed a character was them, or portrayed TSH as truth about Bennington. Nobody would even know these people now or about their lives if they hadn’t revealed this stuff on the podcast. But then they go on to say stuff about Tartt that is painted as biographical and they use her real name for profit. I guess I just don’t understand how that’s not very clearly doing what they’re upset she may have done. It’s very hypocritical.

[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

Tagged by @yourwinchesterbros​. I’m reverse uno-ing; you have to play too! 

Warnings: swears, soa themes, talks of episodes - so suicide mentions, violence

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉

Oh my god, I think I fell in love with Opie. His height, his tattoos, his dedication to his wife...it was all so sexy. I mean I still love him, but I also feel like he didn’t really have a personality... 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘:

Chibs; I didn’t think I would love an old Scot so much. His interactions with his daughter still make my heart melt. I wish there was more of them. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕:

I really don’t like Bobby, he just feels like a seedy old man to me. He didn’t ... do much for the club. And how he treated Cherry... even if it was an act, it was awful. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔:

  I don’t know! Is Nero hated? I really like Nero - he was a stable man who did his best, especially for his son. And what he wanted for his son was beautiful, I hope Jax’s boys have a lovely time growing up on that farm

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓:

 ... Juice. I hate cowards, and I’m not talking about his suicide attempt, that was; valid? I guess you could say. But he seemed like the weakest link - he kept getting involved with the cops no matter what. Why couldn’t he just go to the club and tell them what was going on in the first place? 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒄𝒉:

 OPIE !! CHIBS !! TIG !! TARA !! LYLA !! I can’t just choose one person, are you crazy?! I would die if Chibs called me sweetheart in that swoon-worthy Scottish accent though. And Opie’s heIGHT, oh my god - I get weak at the knees just thinkin’ about him. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰’𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆:

 Tara mixed with Gemma; knowledge, ambition, brains, fire, ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitiude. I like the thought of being intimidating tbh - but really I’m just a big ol’ softie. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰’𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑:

 There are a LOT; Clay, Bobby, all the villains... Oh god June! All the people involved in stealing Abel and not giving him back. Like how can I just choose one?? Line ‘em up and just do one big slap line.

𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆:

 I - I don’t actually have a pairing that I love. Jax and Tara ... she had so much to live for and his decisions kept holding her back. She was basically a single mother as well as a doctor, and handled Gemma. 

Opie and Donna felt like they came from two separate worlds and he only showed passion for her when she died. 

And then Opie and Lyla... it didn’t feel right. It didn’t click. 

  Clay and Gemma - well they were perfect for one another, but I don’t ‘love them’ per say. Because of what Clay did to Gemma; it churns my guts. 

𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆:

  Chibs & Althea. Chibs never really had any romantic partners throughout the series, and they gave him a COP?! Watching it for the first time... I was EMBARRASSED for Chibs ... And I always skip the episodes when they’re together. 

  I also HATED Jax and Colette; she looked as if she was his mother. And it felt ... Freudian. Like a weird Mummy kink thing. I know it wasn’t a proper relationship but they still hooked up and it felt so odd. 

An additional question that I want to add: 

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆?

Otto Delaney! Hated, hated, hated him! Made me feel so icky, oh and that guy who wanted revenge for his sister. Oh he made me absolutely furious - his hypocrisy! 

[piperslovebot]

It's so validating to find other people who aren't crazy about Donna! Like most people here, I try to love all female characters, but Donna is actually just as arrogant and bitchy as Jackie---the difference is that with Jackie this is acknowledged and she even grows a bit, while the writers and therefore all the other characters seem to THINK Donna is perfect as is lol. Also, Jackie's character is very well defined and consistent while Donna's is either underwritten or inconsistently written throughout. And finally, this is totally subjective, but the actress makes the character less likable too with her facial expressions and line deliveries. And I so agree with you about Donna fully buying into the idea that she's too good (too cool, too pretty, too smart etc...) for Eric lol. It's so annoying.

Gonna put under read more just to be safe.

Fun fact, but Donna used to my favorite female character on T7S. For a while at least.

I still have love for her, but when it comes to relationship with Eric, I honestly can’t with Donna a lot of the time.

Eric isn’t perfect and the show acknowledges that, and he grows. Hell, he gets shat for things that he didn’t even do and when he does do the right thing (i.e the s4 finale).

Donna, on the other hand, gets treated…weirdly to say the least. She’s either treated as a goddess that can do no wrong or is being objectified by most of the men in the show. It’s weird and gross and she’s never just treated as a person.

I personally disagree about the Jackie comparison. While I do think Jackie has a lot of character growth, she’s still kind of an asshole at times and it just seems to be tolerated lol. I’ll admit that she is consistent in being xenophobic and even racist.

I also personally disagree about the actress. I hate LP, but I believe that she did play Donna pretty well. I could buy when she was happy, sad, or angry. Seeing her cry over Casey still breaks me.

But yes on the F*rmciotti stuff! Eric deserves to be with someone who actually sees him as an equal, and Donna doesn’t do that. Starting from season 3, she seems to also believe that Eric is lucky to even be with her. Like Donna honey, you’re not perfect either. Which is more than okay, but she doesn’t even seem to acknowledge that.

Like when was the last time she ever apologized to Eric when she did something wrong? Probably season 2 and that’s it. After that, it was mostly Eric apologizing for shit that isn’t even his fault.

And Donna’s reaction to Eric going to Africa pisses me off. Somehow she gets mad at him for "not including her in his decision", when she literally walked out the room before he could do so. Like wtf?!

[sopefulheart]

marriage in 'gilmore girls' (pt. 2)

here in part 2, i’m gonna talk about dean getting married when he knows he's still in love with rory and go off on a small tangent about dean.

there are extremely mixed opinions when it comes to old deany boy. mine is no. i don’t like dean. the first time around, my first ever watch of this show in late 2021, i did like him. i loved him, admittedly.

it was only when i watched a video essay on “why everyone hates dean forester” on youtube, i came to start disliking him and thank god i opened up my eyes because that boy was a walking red flag.

but we’re not necessarily here to talk about dean today, we’re here to talk about one of the most crappy decisions he ever made: getting married to lindsay at 19 while he was still in love with rory.

he and lindsay’s relationship when they were dating seemed great from where rory was standing. we only ever get to see from her perspective when they’re dating, since there are little to no scenes of dean and lindsay alone of course.

there’s then that scene where he tells rory he’s getting married and she says “why not date? dating’s fun.” then he gets all offended as if this isn’t the worst decision ever.

like yes, rory did dump you for jess about two years ago. TWO YEARS.

but i digress.

simply what is the rush? you’ve already got the girl. stay dating and FIGURE YOUR FUTURE OUT BEFORE YOU MAKE A LIFELONG COMMITMENT AT 19.

19. technically, you are still a teenager. nineTEEN.

and here lorelai was thinking that dean is so responsible, dean is this, dean is that… i guess you can’t predict everything that’s gonna happen, now can you.

he wasn’t even mature enough to get married.

literally right before the affair, dean swore he had done everything he possibly could to try to save his marriage.

then he blows up at lindsay for answering his phone after. she should’ve been fighting back as far as i’m concerned, i believe dean treated her so poorly for that two months they were married.

it reminds me of when jess told him “you’re gonna make some woman a fine doormat one day.”

he wasn’t wrong…

nevertheless, she’s calm, she’s not yelling, she’s trying to keep the peace. she’s the one trying hard to save her marriage, not dean. he already knew it was over after the affair.

T H E P A R A L L E L S.

it’s like the ‘that damn donna reed’ episode all over again but in real life. that was the first red flag.

lindsay stays at home learning how to cook roast beef for dean. dean works all hours of the night and day trying to save money for them to get a bigger place and a car and basically a LIFE without being college-educated.

he just wanted it to be a housewife situation at the end of the day. he didn’t want anything for lindsay, he never did. he wanted to come home to a huge meal and a wife that cooked and cleaned for him. that was the other reason his marriage didn’t work other than the fact he barely spent time with his wife because he was OUT MEETING RORY.

crazy.

but that’s dean. that’s what he wanted from the start and i’m glad rory didn’t get caught in that trap at the end.

i actually have so much more to say about marriage in this show but i may stop here. in the future, there will be many more posts about the characters but for now…

see ya <3

[tangiblejournal56]

8/23/11

That bottled up, waiting-to-explode feeling inside me.  How indescribable, not affecting just my head but my whole body, even my fingertips feel shaky & unstable, worried even to carry anything as I may drop it all over, or else throw it.  Being on the edge of screaming.  Wanting to hide in my room & just sleep until it goes away.  Untrusting of myself, wondering if I’ll break & make a scene, embarrass myself, commit some hideous deed I cannot later undo when I am calm again.  Too many elements working against me, the drowning sensation of being attacked from all sides.  Worry that this isn’t just a premenstrual build-up of hormones (fear too of not getting my period after that act of recklessness with Jacob), that this is indicative of a larger problem, a deep inner flaw I try to hide.  Maybe I am just weak, faltering before stress & exhaustion from emotional & physical turmoil.  How I wish I was strong enough like my mother, able to weather any storm no matter how I am tossed.  I want to be alone.  The kind of solitude you can only find on a boat by oneself in the middle of some remote body of water, reliant only upon myself.  Where no one else’s acts or words can reach me, affect me, where I can find relief from too much stimuli & just be in my head.  Free to go crazy or be silent or do whatever comes naturally.

Too much stimuli.  Leon telling people I slept with him, a cruel cruel lie, something I’d never even considered a possibility, never led him on.  I underestimated the immaturity & capacity for spitefulness in him.  I naively believed him telling Boss of my crush was the worst he would inflict.  “He said that, but I know he was lying!” Derek laughed as he told me.  But I am all too aware how people love to believe a scandalous lie over the less intriguing truth.

As I am writing this, my ring broke.  The gold ring I’ve worn on my right ring finger since I was twelve, my grandmother Donna gave it to me, it was her mother’s wedding band.  Simple, faded imprints of what once were engraved roses on the impossibly thin band.  My eyes are filling up, that lump in my throat, I’m scared I’ll cry in this crowded restaurant in front of all my coworkers.  A symbolic occurrence of the past few days, waiting for disaster.  The ring being the only consistent item in my life for almost twelve years.  I want to mourn the loss.  I don’t know what to do with it, just that I can’t throw it away.

Texting Max last night, he was drinking at some dive, hustling methheads at pool.  So longing for a real conversation with him, I told him “I wish you weren’t busy.”  He responded sometime later, “An attractive random girl just came up to me & started kissing me.  That’s life.”  That stung like hell, not only for the act but for the complete disregard of the effect he knew this would have on me.  I told him I would not send him my letter, he acted blasé about it - “Sure you will,” - & I despised him, despised his drunken behavior, & so very very tired of fighting for a lost cause, trying to save this sinking ship.  Futility.  His indifference toward me now, he doesn’t need me so why bother giving any consideration to my feelings.  Tossed aside again.  I can’t do this anymore.  I can’t need anyone anymore, I refuse to rely on anyone again.  I want to be alone.  To not see anybody, go anywhere.  To live alone & never come out but for work.  And sure as hell not in this shitty, shitty city.

Jacob saw my mood shift after that text & he tried to cheer me up.  Took me late-night swimming, fucked me against the side of the pool.  This just depressed me more.  He is texting me right now, he is critical of me for not wanting to cause a fuss over Leon’s rumors, for not standing up for myself.  He’s never had this happen, how the more you rail against it the more people start to believe it.  How just ignoring it is easier, less painful.  God how I loathe this place, this job.  I’ve never hated a job with such a burning passion.  I ended the conversation with Jacob, wondering why I bothered to talk to him about it in the first place.

I am exhausted.  There is no one I can talk to, no sympathetic ear.  There is Racha, of course, but something holds me back from confessing to her how miserable I am.  Jacob considers complaining a sign of weakness, Max is indifferent.  I feel abandoned.

I need to get out of here.  This shit job, this city, these people.  Head home for a bit, see where that takes me.  Max doesn’t need me anymore, wherever I end up it’ll be by myself, completely alone, for the first time.  Perhaps Stine’s plans for opening a bookstore in Ankeny will work out, & her notion of having me run it won’t have been all smoke & mirrors.  Then I could live alone, be able to afford my solidarity as I so want to.  To see my brothers when I want, my phone calls from Pnut & Ty leaving me with a heavy heart, wishing to be around their comforting presences.  Talking to Papah, the only real father I’ve ever had, missing his way of making me feel like I am loved, not simply tolerated.

I have no friends here, neither Trey nor Violent Violet responsive to hanging out; Veronica moved away.  Certainly not any of Ryan’s friends that once liked me are forthcoming.  No friends to be made at this job, no matter how long I am here I will feel like an outsider.  Jacob is my friend, but sex has complicated that.  To make me smile, he told me last night that he wanted me to seduce one of the Mormon boys who sift through our apartment complex on recruiting missions.  I told him I was so tired of seducing, that for once I wanted to be the one seduced.  Hoping he’d get the hint.  Instead he fucked me in public against the rough stucco wall of the pool in the courtyard of the apartment complex, & I faked pleasure until he finished & we went to our separate rooms.  How long it’s been since someone held me, really held me in his arms.  Not Max’s rare drunken reaching out, not a harmless schnug with a pal, but a connecting of two people who want to feel each other’s presence, even in slumber.  Fucking filled with meaning.  Not since Ryan.  And then it was better than sex.  I talk all the time about how good we’d had it for awhile, but I don’t want him.  I don’t want anyone, for the first time in a long time.  I am going to stop this stupid conundrum with Jacob, as it only makes me a mess.  I want to stop longing for those who don’t want me.  It only causes this grand inferiority complex.  Perhaps if I don’t want anyone then I won’t notice them all not wanting me.  I am tired of being the reason I’m unhappy.  I never wanted just a physical relationship with either Max or Jacob, so why must I settle for one?  I’m tired of letting others use up all I have within me.  I have nothing left to give.

[angelic-blxssom]

Can you do a 4 lords + Miranda reacting to their S/O making them a cake and a really heartfelt card for their birthday?

It's okay if not, I just thought it may be some cute fluff.

Edit: I forgot this said miranda so I redid it

Alcina Dimitrescu:

- she would love it!! Usually her maidens bake stuff and she rarely enjoys it fully but you made her this beautiful cake?!

-she prefers not to eat sweets but it’s a special occasion for her so she would be glad too!

- she would be possessive over that cake like it was you, the daughters can’t even have any

- and of you gave her a card too?? She wants to faint out of literal happiness

- the card would be posted up in her room to put her into a nice sleep every single night after her birthday

Donna Beneviento:

- she probably was so busy with her herbs and dolls, she forgot it was her birthday until you brought the cake and card

- Donna just kinda sat there in shock, surprised someone did this for her

- she gave you the smallest kiss on the cheek and quietly thanked you for your hard work on her

- she probably had a small soft spot for cake and only cake so she dug in immediately

- Angie of course wanted some and Donna shared because the two were so close

- every day, Donna read your card and held it to her heart, a small tear threatening to leave

Salvatore Moreau:

- just like Donna, he is in this crazy shock

- he has to go outside and walk around to calm down from this excitement high

- he honestly probably doesn’t like sweets that much so only has a few bites cuz he wants you to feel happy and accomplished for being so good to him

- he’s not super surprised about the card, he sometimes gets them or he used too but he’s still extremely grateful

- cuddles you into the rest of the night, the cake sitting behind you on a table as the sweet smell of baked cake lulls him to sleep

Karl Heisenberg:

- he loves sweets. Too much in fact so when he saw you had made him a cake, he was pumped. But definitely hid his excitement

- Karl gobbled it down so quick it was like it wasn’t even there

- tbh he didn’t notice the card at first but when he did he was surprised

- he made one of those “not bad” faces and examined it. Like the others bc I’m not that creative, he pinned it up on the wall with a metal thing in his little lab in the factory

- you got many kisses that night as you mumbled the heartfelt words of the card to him in the deep night

Miranda:

- she would act like she doesn’t care but she does

- she HATES cake so she would probably push it away but acknowledge you for your work on it

- the card is very cute in her eyes and she might even pull a rare smile at it if the words made her heart throb that much

- she would probably give you a really passionate kiss for you, mumbling a rare thank you into it as the night passed

- maybe a bite of cake will be taken while you’re asleep :0

[otrtbs]

OKAY SO I FINISHED THE GOLDFINCH (spoilers btw) AND I HAD TO REST A BIT BEFORE I RAMBLED BUT OMG I LOVED IT SO MUCH.

First of all, his mom. Loved her, mourned her. When she was in the museum and she was like “it’s crazy but I think I could spend the rest of my life staring at the same 5 paintings, I can’t think of a better way to go insane.” That’s not an exact quote but like SO TRUE.

Then Welty in the museum and Pippa and omg like him just casually being like my mom loved this painting and this guy wants me to take it? Hell yeah I’ll do it. But also, yeah I’d do it too.

Him staying at Andy’s? HIS DAD SHOWING UP??? Oh my lord when he met Hobie and started learning about antiques, I love them and also that later Boris calls him Potter and Hobie’s name is James? I was like, yeah that’s his real dad. But the fact that his dad showed up with Xandra and he’d been cheating on Theo’s mom? Outrageous.

Then BORIS. Do those two have severe issues? Yeah. Did I love their relationship with all of my heart? Also yeah. Like when Theo is leaving to go back to NY and they KISS and then they like both know that he isn’t saying the thing he really wants to say which is I love you? WHAT?!?! SO GOOD. Like I love Boris and Theo’s relationship and then how Pippa sort of plays into it. I mean like especially when Boris shows up in NY later and Theo just immediately trusts him. Like he does basically everything Boris asks of him without question. It’s adorable. Honestly I feel like Pippa was more of a left over of his mother and his love for her was obv not normal (hopefully that’s a generally accepted opinion).

But yeah then him almost marrying Kitsey? Also him charging so much extra on antiques? I’m not gonna lie I’d do the same thing. But then Amsterdam???? MURDER??? BORIS STOLE THE PAINTING?????

Omg and then the end. The last few pages made me cry and then I sat down and wrote a draft of my college application essay about the lines “we can’t choose our hearts. We don’t get to choose the people we are.” I’m not even kidding. Also I’m pretty sure you said that AHB was inspired a bit by this book and I could tell when reading The Goldfinch, in a good way obviously. I’m not even joking I feel like you’re writing reminds me of Donna Tartts. Anyway I’m never going to stop thinking about this book <3 I love you for recommending it

❗️The Goldfinch and Art Heist Spoilers Below!!!❗️

ohmygosh ahhh!! (i'm sorry this took me so long to get to, I had to wait until I was on my computer so I could TYPE hahaha)

Theo's mom is so amazing :,) I love her too :,)))

WELTY IN THE MUSEUM (reg's death in ahb! is HEAVILY inspired by Welty's death scene) and poor theo is so so naive in those moments too when he knows that Welty's not breathing but then he tries to be quiet as he's leaving anyway "just in case he was asleep" :(((((((

DUDE AND THEN WHEN HE GOES TO FREAKING ANDY'S UR LIKE,,, MAYBE HE'LL BE OKAY-ISH and I can talk abt andy 5ever how he always was afraid of water and hated sailing and he died in a boating ACCIDENT LIKE WHAT ?? ALSO THEO WANTING TO BE ADOPTED BY THEM ALSO ALSO when theo was as good and as polite as humanly possible bc he didn't want to inconvenience the barbours and then when he meets Mr. Barbour back in nyc after vegas and he's like "no free hand-outs" I SOBBED I LITERALLY SOBBED SO HARD

HOBIE BEING THEO'S FATHER FIGURE YEAH YOU ARE SO SO RIGHT AND HE'S SO SWEET AND KIND AND JUST A LITTLE RESTORER :,))) PLEASE

okay yeah!!!! the fact that his dad showed up w Xandra and they took his mom's stuff :,((( please i hate them, i hate them so much it breaks my heart

THEN BORIS AND OKAY THE WAY THAT THEY ARE IN LOVE! but like theo has internalized homophobia to the MAX and the way he's jealous of Boris' girlfriend like soooOOooo jealous and they looked out for each other !

Pippa!! Pippa is the morphine lollipop for theo. just enough of his past life, just enough of his mother to dull the pain for a little while but it's never enough!! and it's unhealthy!!!!! (yeah theo is like obsessed w her in a not healthy way :( it wasn't love)

KITSEY WAS THE WORST DECISION EVER! BECAUSE WDYM UR GONNA MARRY THE GIRL WHO WAS LIKE A LITTLE SISTER TO YOU ??? TO MAKE MRS. BARBOUR HAPPY? YEAHH,,,YEAHHHH ALSO THE EARRINGS HIS MOMS EARRINGS THAT HE WANTED HER TO WEAR I CAN TALK ABOUT THAT 5EVER TOO(also so many people like kitsey but i cANNOT stand her. at all.)

and then AND THEN theo charging so much for antiques and when he tells hobie finally and goes to the kitchen to get water and he's like "that's what my father always did" and when his mom was like "you sound just like your father" right before she died and when theo was like "i hated looking just like my father" SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALLLLLLL

AND THEN AMSTERDAM!!! AMSTERDAM AND MURDER!! AND THEO AND BORIS AND HIM IN HIS SICK PANICKED STATE W NO PASSPORT SITS IN MY BONES AND MAKES THEM FEEL SO HEAVY AND WATERLOGGED THE AMSTERDAM PART OF TGF IS ONE OF THE BEST (and people say they didn't like it and that it dragged on which HURTS but yk)

when i found out boris stole the fucking painting,,,my heart like plummeted in my chest,,,,,like that's why he didn't go w theo to nyc,,,that's why he got involved w all these people,,, to get theo's painting back and THE WAY THEO JUST FORGIVES HIM?? THEY'RE IN LOVE IDC IDC

ALSO POPCHYK AHH I LOVE THAT DOG THE MOST!!!!!

OKAY AND THEN WHEN THEO IS FREAKING WRITING THOSE LETTERS TO EVERYONE IN AMSTERDAM AND COMPARES HIMSELF TO THE FREAKING PUPPY HIM AND HIS MOM FOUND AND COULDN'T SAVE AND HIS MOM ALWAYS CALLED HIM "PUPPY" LITERALLY CRYING AND THROWING UP AGAIN

ahb! was inspired in part by the goldfinch and the fact that you even said my writing was remotely close to donna tartt's make me TEAR UP YOU HAVE NO IDEA I WILL THINK ABT THIS COMPLIMENT FOR THE REST OF MY LITTLE LIFE

IM SO SO SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE GOLDFINCH!!!! AND THANK YOU FOR SHARING UR THOUGHTS WITH ME!! <33333 AHHH (so sorry for the extremely over enthused ramblings on my part!! <333 )

[shutupanddance]

Josh Lyman falling for one of the President’s speech writers would include…

tagging my West Wing buddies @girloncorneliastreet and @eminems-skittles so they can see this too <3

Okay, so this post:

https://shutupanddance.tumblr.com/post/655650057219080192/to-debate-or-not-to-debate

Got pretty popular, and I’ve been asked for more content with this couple.

The original request came from @sopanngon and I wrote it out. Then, @autumnleaves1991-blog asked for a sequel of some kind. So, here we go!!

- Josh Lyman is your best friend, but also your biggest crush

- You balance each other in the workplace, and outside of work? You’re a pain in the ass for everyone else.

- You always manage to know what he’s thinking. So, Josh can be ranting about something completely unrelated, but you’ll tell him what he actually wants to hear.

”And the DOD removed that joke from the speech. My joke!”

”Your pen is under your desk.”

”Thanks.”

- It kinda freaks your coworkers out, especially Donna. Sometimes he’ll be yelling at her, and you’ll walk up.

”Shut up Josh. Grow up and finish that email to your mom.”

He doesn’t remember mentioning an email to his mom? But somehow you knew what was really bothering him.

- Being friends with Josh is great for you, because every time something bothers you, he can take care of it. He loves to take care of things for people, and since you hate arguments and he loves them, he’s like your personal attack dog.

”Are you alright?”

”Not really. CJ wants me to do a statement tomorrow, but every time I try and write it, Toby appears and yells at me about what I’m doing wrong.”

Cue a cat fight in the West Wing.

- One major problem you have is that you hate pranks, and everyone else seems to love them. One time, a few of the assistant’s get together and covered your car in post-it notes as a “celebration” for a really great speech you wrote. You tell Josh. So the morning after, everyone’s offices are completely covered in post-it’s. Josh has got massive dark circles under his eyes. No one ever pranks you again.

- The two of you make a really great “good cop, bad cop“ team. While Josh is filleting some congressman over a bill, you’re talking to said congressman’s wife about her kids, swapping scone recipes, and discussing current events. So when the congressman tries to leave, he can’t complain about the West Wing staff because his wife won’t let him.

(You and Josh silently fist bump every time it works)

- Because you‘re so good at calming Josh, and the President needs him to dial his veracity down before events, you’ve adopted the role of tying his tie. Sometimes you’ll snap his cufflinks into place, too. It’s a quick ritual, but it also means that you and Josh always enter the event together, meaning you don’t have as much attention on you. It’s a win-win.

- It’s after a really long night at work, when you’re both exhausted, Josh gives you a quick kiss on the temple to say goodnight. A simple gesture. You think it’s because he’s tired, but really, he just thinks you’re the best thing ever and can’t help himself. It becomes a habit.

- Great speech? He kisses your cheek. Successful tag-teaming of a congressman? Kiss on the temple. Long day? A hug and a kiss in your hair.

- It doesn’t happen often, but it’s a really simple way of saying “you’re my favorite person”

- You blush like crazy the first few times, and aren’t really sure what to do. But Josh is your friend, and you love him (oh crap), so you start doing it back. The first time you kiss him on the jaw, he looks like his brain short-circuited.

- You’re really good at knowing when Josh’s PTSD is getting to him. Because he usually doesn’t recognize the signs himself, you have a signal for it: two taps on the wrist. That way he realizes what’s happening, and can remove himself from the situation.

- Once, when he can’t leave a party, you turn your back to the crowd and use your body to cover him. You grab his hand and rub the pressure point by his thumb. For just a moment, he leans his head against yours, and whispers a quiet “thank you”.

- Not everyone notices what’s going on with you and Josh, mostly because from the outside you two look like really close friends. But Margret is secretly hatching a plan to get the two of you together after she heard Sam mutter “He’s absolutely whipped” while watching you and Josh talk.

[verycherrymary]

Let me preface this by saying that I know nothing about Resident Evil and I probably won’t play any of the games but I was curious because it’s hard to ignore a tall, elegant, older woman. My curiosity was piqued and I decided to check it out. I watched playthroughs and cutscenes and sort of got the story but I can definitely (and probably) be missing things. I say this so you can take my opinion with a grain of salt. 

That being said, I think that switching the order of appearances between Heisenberg and Dimitrescu would have made the story better. 

SPOILERS BELOW

Now, I do not say this because I wanted Dimitrescu to live longer or anything. I say it based on what Heisenberg and Dimitrescu bring to the table and how, in my opinion, it could have been better utilized by the story. 

Let’s start with Heisenberg. He’s clever, so clever that he has figured Miranda’s plot which is something that the other three lords do not seem to have done. He’s also the newest member of this twisted family and so, he functions a lot like a bratty, youngest sibling who is the black sheep. But he’s also the favorite. Miranda awards him the honor of deciding what happens to Ethan. In her journals, Miranda seems to favor Heisenberg. And even as someone who watched the walkthroughs, Heisenberg is great. He’s funny and he seems the most “normal” out of the four lords (sans the whole killing thing, ya know.) 

He’s also extremely persuasive.

And it’s this persuasion that, in my opinion, was underutilized. By the time Ethan gets to Heisenberg, he has beaten three of the lords. Ethan discovers that Heisenberg pretty much figures out Miranda’s plot and wants to destroy her. He’s the only lord that expresses disdain towards Miranda and, for a moment, he tries to convince Ethan to help him. But obviously, by this point, Ethan has no reason to side with Heisenberg. 

But what if this happened at the beginning of the game? 

What if Heisenberg could have convinced Ethan to help him out? What if Heisenberg told Ethan that he hates the other lords and that he’s been wanting to get out of this family? What if Heisenberg was the one who told him about the four lords (and not the Duke). When I first saw the trailer and saw all the pictures in the background, I actually thought Heisenberg’s role was going to be one of a guide almost. Your first look into the mess that is the village. (Also, I thought the X out picture of Dimitrescu was because of his disdain for her.) And sure, he told Miranda he wanted to kill you, but maybe it was all for show. Maybe Heisenberg came up with the idea of a game to allow Ethan to escape his crazy family. Or maybe Heisenberg was just supremely impressed with Ethan and thought Ethan was the man for the job, to take down Miranda. 

This would have made Heisenberg live up to being “the most dangerous” as the Duke said. Heisenberg doesn’t care about the conventionalities of his little family and so, he has no restraints. He’s on his own mission and he’s going to use Ethan to get it. Until something happens that makes Ethan realize that Heisenberg is going to double cross him or maybe has double crossed him. 

Granted, I have not watched everything and there could be things that I am missing, but while the game kind of touches this idea of Heisenberg being a double crosser, it does so kind of weakly. And in my opinion, a lot of it has to do with the fact that it came so late in the game that it kind of lost its effect. Had Heisenberg been the first villain you encounter in this strange world, maybe it would have changed because he would have been your first source of information. And if you relied on Heisenberg’s tellings of what is happening, then you have an unreliable source and as a result, your information may be unreliable, perhaps to Ethan’s detriment. Again, adding to this “dangerousness.” 

So what about our lovely Lady Dimitrescu? Well, she has the makings of a closer. Lady Dimitrescu is like the character on the stage you can’t take your eyes off. Her design is a large part of it, but it’s also her attitude and personality. She’s a diva, from the way she talks to the way she walks to the way she conducts herself. In her mind, she’s the best and all of her other “siblings” are beneath her. 

And it’s this ego that is underutilized in my opinion. 

Leaving Lady Dimitrescu for the end would allow her ego to grow and ultimately be her downfall. In her mind, she’s the best. She’s the oldest, the most responsible, and the most dedicated to Mother Miranda. So if she saw Heisenberg fail, Beneviento fail, and Moreau fail, well that’s not a big deal because she’s Lady Dimitrescu and she’s too big to fail. Mother Miranda made a mistake in trusting Heisenberg because look what happened so of course, it’s up to big sister Lady Dimitrescu to clean the mess her siblings made. 

And that would be her downfall. 

Because then when Ethan Winters comes and starts killing her daughters, one by one, her ego gets plucked further and further as she becomes more unhinged. This is her house, her daughters but this man is storming through them. Now she’s failing too, just like the rest of her low life siblings. But she’s better than them so how is this possible? We already know from her journals that Lady Dimitrescu has the issue that every oldest sibling seems to have: this need of validation. And she was determined to get that validation by proving to Mother Miranda that she had made a mistake and by getting Ethan Winters. 

But now, she’s alone. Her daughters are killed. Mother Miranda will be so disappointed in her. And she too is failing, just like her siblings. She’s feeling an incredible amount of pain and loss.  It would be enough to send her in a rage, to devote herself completely to destroying Ethan Winters. 

And if this wasn’t an action game, I think that the best takedown for Lady Dimitrescu would be one of her own creation. One where all the tragedy, shame, and humiliation causes her to make a dumb mistake that allows Ethan to bring her down. At the end, she’s not so different from her siblings and she too falls. 

Karl Heisenberg and Lady Dimitrescu are the two ends of the same rope, each tugging at each other and believing they are superior than the other without realizing that they will both be hanged by that rope. They stand out because they have personality but it feels like their personalities were not used to the full potential. For me, that’s the most disappointing part of it. I don’t mind if they died, in fact, it’s to be expected. The issue is always the treatment of a character before they died and I just don’t feel like either character was used to their full potential. 

Like I said, I have no clue talking about and I’m not part of this fandom. I just hate seeing really interesting characters just kind of pushed aside. The other two lords have their own interesting parts, especially Donna. But Heisenberg and Dimitrescu really had the chance to be something more and it didn’t happen. 

But this is just my opinion and it’s uninformed and I don’t want hate, thanks.

[socialanxiety-queen]

Review of the Madison Seminary video:

Please take into account these are my opinions, I’m in no way trying to demolish anyone else’s, if you don’t like what I have to say then that’s fine~ 💋 I also don’t have a lot to say about this video, oddly enough not a lot came to mind but I wanted to post this anyway.

• I don’t want to say much about the sign light, could be a gimmick, faulty bulbs, or it could be paranormal. But there’s not much to go on.

• This one felt short even though it was an hour, I’m not sure why just got the feeling it was all going by faster?

• I know some people got upset with the group for getting in the middle of Adam and Mustafas beef, and how some were upset there would never be able to collab with Ghost Hunters now etc.

1. If I came across that information I’d honestly be asking too, because if it was true it could be highly dangerous to be there. They’re also clearly not about bringing negativity durning their investigations, so I’m sure they wanted to be fully prepared.

2. I’ve seen people say this ruins their chances of working with GH. In my opinion I hope they never collab with Ghost Hunters, that show is 100% fake. I was watching them back when Grant was still there (My wife and I were HUGE fans that never missed an episode) and they were proven to be setting up noises, and coaching actors to fake reactions etc. One of their original members Donna (I think was here name, it’s been a long time sorry) legit said she was done with it all because of that and quit. She spilled the beans on their tricks, and that shit nearly made me stop believing in the paranormal. Also! Mustafa is listed as an ACTOR, does that not raise any red flags to anyone? So I’d rather they not go with people who could potentially ruin their reputation, and I don’t trust them anymore. Reality ghost hunting TV shows rarely feel legit tbh.

• “Piece of shit.” Should be the description of each Ghost Hunter member.

• The fact they saw the thing on the floor and shouted “eViL!” And based that as their proof against Adam is such a GH move lmao

• I feel bad for people who went through torture at the hands of people who were meant to help them, nothing feels worse then putting your life In a doctors hands only to be used and abused. Mental illness has and still is very demonized by people. You’re seen as ‘crazy’ or ‘unstable’ right off the bat no questions asked. I hope one day things will be better then it is even now, so people won’t be afraid to talk about it.

• Also if Adam was legit trying to do what Actor Mustafa accuses him of, wouldn’t he put the portal somewhere where no one would see it? Why out in the open for visitors to see? Like GH never thinks with their heads at all.

• Baby Trump

• I love how Sam wanted them to do their intro, and it took me back to the time he cutely stuttered. 🥺

• I wish they’d used the Estes Method in that dark room, but I can see why they didn’t. They’ve used it so much I’m sure they were looking to prove stuff with other equipment this time.

• All their hairstyles looked good in this video 👌🏻

• I know some are tired of Sam’s attachment being the center of the videos, but I find it highly interesting. It actually makes me look forward to the new videos to find out if they can get this thing away him, or what/who it is. Sadly, I just know if this happened to Colby people wouldn’t be complaining so much since his empath abilities seem to be the one thing people want to see more, so other people outside of that are an annoyance. Makes me kinda feel bad for Sam, he can’t have anything happen to him because he’s simply just not Colby. I find both their things interesting and equally entertaining and I look forward to both of their abilities being discovered!

•I love when Nate is here over the girls, sorry to Kat and Stas fans no hate. Just I feel like Nate doesn’t freak out over everything and kind of brings a chill vibe to the investigation’s. You can clearly see Katrina doesn’t enjoy Paranormal stuff, so it makes things less enjoyable to watch if the people in the video aren’t even having fun doing it.

• Again this is all my personal opinions, if you disagree that’s great. You have no obligation to agree with my opinions or my theories. Also if you like GH and are triggered by my comments, I’m not sorry. I’m sorry you’re upset over my opinions, but I’m not sorry for my opinions. Just as I wouldn’t expect anyone else to feel if I was the one upset over their opinions.

[holylulusworld]

Desperate Souls (4)

Summary: Six years later you and Sam are still a thing.

Pairing: Sam x Reader, former Soulless!Sam x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester 

Warnings: angst, talking about prostitution, dom/sub undertones, angry Sam, hurt & comfort, vulnerable reader, soft Sam, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, jealous reader, implied smut

A/N: A short epilogue to see what happened to Sam and his girl.

<< Part 3

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“But Dean said it’s a good idea,” you argue, fighting Sam’s hold on your wrist. “He said that I should distract the Deputy, no flirt with him to distract him. This way your brother could sneak into the office and get the needed information.”

“Oh, is my brother suddenly your boyfriend?” Sam growls eyes narrowed a little. You swallow thickly, feeling your heartbeat quicken when Sam looks at you like he’s ready to devour you.

“N-no Sam but I wanted to help out,” whimpering you feel his large hands grip your upper arms to push you against the nearby wall. “Sam…please.”

“You’re my girlfriend, mine,” possessively claiming your lips Sam growls against you. “Maybe you forgot your place. Or do you want to go back to being a prostitute? Selling you so easily to someone else to get the result my brother wants sounds like prostitution to me,” hurt you look away, sniffle silently as Sam steps away from you. “I told you that your job is to do research, nothing else.”

“I didn’t let him touch me,” running out of the library you sniffle, wiping your eyes angrily. “I wanted to help out.”

For the first time since you joined the brothers on hunts, you had the feeling you did something useful to help them and now Sam is mad.

“Sam, it was my fault. I saw the way that douche eyed your girl, and thought-“ Sam raises his hand, angrily clenching his jaw. “I get it, she’s your girl and I messed up. But don’t blame her for my mistake. Y/N only wanted to help me out.”

“Y/N could’ve gotten hurt,” Sam whispers, feeling his chest tightening at the thought he could lose you. “She’s my girlfriend and you risked her life. What if the Deputy was the guy killing all the girls? Did you think about the consequences of your doing?”

“I was with her all the time-“ Dean talks back, cursing as Sam turns his back on him, shaking his head. “Sam, I would never let anything happen to Y/N. You know that.”

“I know but we also lost people we tried to keep safe! Charlie, Bobby, Kevin and so on, Dean. Sarah Blake died right in front of us while we tried to save her,” furious Sam turns around to glare at his brother. “And don’t tell me we tried anything, I know we did but things went wrong, and she died. A mother died and we were helpless. I don’t want to lose Y/N.”

“You’re right, and I’m sorry,” nervously rubbing the back of his neck Dean sighs. “Just don’t ignore the poor girl. She longs to have your attention and love. Don’t take this away from her.”

“I know how to handle my girlfriend,” Sam growls. “I’m with her for six years and know she needs my attention and care. But,” he smirks now, something dark in his eyes, “she needs a strong hand and punishment tonight. I could see it in her eyes. Y/N needs to hear me praise and me to punish her.”

“I could’ve happily lived without knowing about your girl’s preferences in the bedroom,” Dean mutters. “Stop talking about your sex life with me.”

“It’s our dynamic, Dean. Y/N needs me to be her dominant tonight, not her caring boyfriend. I’ll make her feel good right now,” Sam walks away, leaves a shuddering Dean behind.

“Too much information, Sammy!”

While you look around the room, unsure if Sam still wants you around you gnaw at your index finger. You’ve got no clue where you can go if Sam kicks you out of your shared home.

Dean is a friend, and you consider him family but he’s Sam’s brother and would never choose your side, even though it was his fault you got into a fight with his brother.

“Kitten, I want you on the edge of our bed, naked, hands behind your back and eyes on me in ten,” Sam walks into the room, exhaling dominance. “Kneel and show me what a good girl you can be.”

“Yes, Sir,” you immediately get off the bed to strip your clothes off. Slow to give Sam a good show. You can feel his gaze on and shiver as he hums in appreciation. All you want is for Sam to not be mad at you.

“You’re so pretty for me,” he husks, fingers sliding over your back, causing you to whimper. “Always so beautiful and warm,” his lips meet your skin, force tiny gasps out of your throat. “I changed my mind. I want you on hands and knees, face in the cushions for me.”

“Yes, Sam…Sir,” you moan feeling his slender fingers slide over your chest to pinch your nipples roughly. “All for you.”

“Good girl,” another whimper leaves your lips, and you feel warm, drifting toward the headspace you are seeking since you and Sam fought. “Now do as I said.”

“I’ll do anything to make it up to you, Sir,” you bite your lip, looking up at Sam with teary eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Baby girl,” Sam’s postures changes in a split-second. He drops the silky scarf he wanted to use to fixate your hands, to bring you in his arms. “Y/N, I’m not mad at you.” he kisses your hair softly at the same time as his large hand runs over your exposed back. “Please don’t think I’m mad at you.”

“But-and-then-and,” you sniffle, face hidden in Sam’s chest to inhale his scent. “I don’t want to lose you, Sam. You’re all I’ve got.”

“Shhh, baby,” he carefully picks you up to hold you in his arms, smiling when you wrap your body around him. “We won’t do this tonight. I only want to hold you in my arms. I was so worried something could have happened to you.”

“Dean, he protected me, but I understand you worry about me. I’m not a hunter and can barely fight you or Dean.”

“Aw, my cute girl believes she can fight me,” Sam laughs when you whip your head to meet his gaze, holding it, a pout on your lips. “What I wanted to say is, that you don’t have to defend yourself, I’ll always protect you. Promise me you’ll never risk your life again.”

“Promised,” pecking Sam’s cheek you giggle when one hand starts to wander toward your ass. “Sam, I love your hands on me.” you moan.

“Guys! Are you naked or can I come in? Uh-erm,” Dean stammers, “Jody called. She and Donna could need our help with a case. Only if you are up to it, Sammy.”

“Another case,” you gasp feeling Sam’s lips on yours to greedily kiss you. “Aw, no sex then.”

“We will have so much sex after that case you’ll walk funny for a week,” he grins, eyes drifting toward the anti-possession tattoo on your chest. His name stands next to it and he smiles, remembering the way you clawed at his hand when you got it. “Make it a month.”

“A month,” giggling you look at Sam, giving him a firm nod. “Noted, Sir.” you husk against his lips. “Now get dressed and save the day, my hero…”

“I hate this,” you whine, looking at Dean who gives you an apologetic smile. “Why must it be Sam? Why didn’t you flirt with that woman to get information? Now he’s running late. What if he finds her more attractive, smarter, or simply desirable?”

“Sweetheart, you are more to my brother than a pretty face. You know that Y/N,” Dean tries to calm you but does the opposite. “Stop pacing around the room.”

You clasp and your hands together, groaning as you can’t get the image of Sam and the doctor out of your head. She dared to touch his bicep and now, well now you are too nervous to sit still.

“I know he loves me but-“ you bite your lower lip, suckling at it, “Sam is an extremely attractive man, a smart one. Every woman we met is whether all over you or my Sam.”

“Your Sam – huh?” Sam smirks when you look at him with wide eyes the moment he steps into the motel room. “When did you make me yours? And why didn’t I know about it?”

“It’s just you know,” trailing off you watch Sam loosen his tie. “Something people in a relationship say.”

“Good, you’re back. Sammy, never leave with another woman or Y/N will lose her mind. She was chewing my ear off,” Dean snickers when you shoot him a disapproving look. “It’s true, sweetheart. You almost murdered me for not hitting on the doctor.”

“Now you know how I felt when you flirted with that douche to get information for us. I don’t want to see you with other men either, baby girl,” Sam holds out his arms, smiling when you immediately let him wrap you in a hug. “Nothing happened, Y/N. And nothing will ever happen with another woman.”

“That’s not fair,” you whine, snuggling into Sam’s warm chest. “You’re always so warm and I got cold feet and hands.”

“My little frostbite,” Sam pecks your hair, while one large hand caresses your back, tickling your skin. “I guess you must always stay close to me. Not just at the bunker so I can keep your warm and safe.”

“I was jealous when you went out with that doctor. She was so pretty and smart, I feared you could fall for her, Sam,” you admit, sighing when Sam pinches your ass.

“Why?” he smirks when you lift your head to meet his hazel eyes. “I got a perfect girl by my side. She’s cute, a little crazy and I can bend her to my will with my hands.” he purrs the last words, eyes three shades darker when you start to squirm on top of him.

“Sam,” you move one hand over his bare chest, and he shivers at your touch. “Do you want to scare your big brother for a lifetime? Pay him back for telling me to flirt with the Deputy, Sir?”

“Hell…yeah…”

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[infinitevariety]

Fic Writer Tag

Thank you @teslatherat for the tag <3

How many works do you have on AO3?

Total-total, across both pseuds, is 79.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

260,826

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Erm, three I guess. Good Omens is my main fandom. I wrote one crossover with Donna Noble from Doctor Who. And I used to write Harry Potter fic, but drifted away from that, and then JK Terf happened so I’m not about to drift back.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I’m only gonna talk about my Good Omens fics, because that’s what we’re all here for.

Angel Wiggles™

Crowley wants to make Aziraphale happy enough to wiggle.

Taking Some Pictures or Something

On a road trip to the South Downs Crowley gives Aziraphale his phone to take photos of the views. However, Aziraphale doesn't know how the phone works and spends all day accidentally posting to Crowley's Instagram story.

Like Any Rose It’s Not Itself

A single white rose grows from one of Crowley’s plants. Which is weird, because none of his plants are rose bushes.

Find It in the Dictionary Under ‘L’

Demons can’t feel love, but Aziraphale can’t help noticing how much Crowley’s suddenly flinging the word around.

(Probably Something That Shouldn’t Be) Said Out Loud

Crowley hasn’t been sleeping well since the world didn’t end, but when he falls asleep on the bookshop sofa he’s not the only one who has to deal with his nightmare.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

To comments on my Good Omens fics, yes. Because it’s the fandom I’m active in, and I want commenters to know I see and appreciate them! <3

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Erm. I don’t really do angst. The ineffables are my happy place, and I pretty much only write fluffy shit (sorry not sorry). About the angsiest I get is bickering, and even then it doesn’t end on a bad note.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I wrote a short Good Omens crossover with Donna Noble from Doctor Who. It’s called Come and Meet Us. It’s not crazy at all I don’t think?

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not hate. I’ve had a couple of rude or obnoxious comments, but I just delete them because they are not worth my energy.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Not for the ineffables I don’t. I’ll read it as part of a larger story or if it’s an interesting concept, but the ineffables I write are asexuals. I rarely even have them kiss, tbh. (Though my best friend and beta is always pushing for a lip smack!)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A couple of times, way back in the day on an old account. It was a lot of fun.

What’s your all time favourite ship?

The ineffables. They just… have that ying/yang dynamic while also being soft as fuck, and it’s just so wonderful to me.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Hmm. Probably ‘Aziraphale is Oscar Wilde’. I get really tired of (at this point) even seeing Oscar Wilde’s name in fics. Aziraphale having slept with/been in a relationship with/been friends with him. At some point I wanted to do something different, so I played with the idea that Aziraphale was Oscar Wilde, writing under a pseudonym. But I’m not likely ever gonna follow through and actually write it.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. At least, I tend to write a lot of dialogue. Where are the characters and what are they doing? Who knows! But they talk a lot.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. I dislike superfluous descriptions when I’m reading, and I’m exactly the same when I write. Possibly to the extent that I don’t write enough. Look, they’re in a kitchen—imagine whatever counter top and colour scheme you want, it has zero bearing on the story.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don’t often do it, because I’ve never really had the need. Especially with Good Omens, where in the show, even when they would’ve been speaking another language, they’re speaking English for the sake of the audience.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. We’ve been here, it’s tainted by that terf-bag now.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

My favourite, because it was entirely self-indulgent and fun and needed hours of “research” and note-taking, is You Know the Answer (So Scream It Out Loud).

Tagging? Ugh. I hate this popularity contest. I’ll tag folk I’d be interested in reading the answers of, if they wanna do it and haven’t already… @hope-inthedark @morosexual-aziraphale @cheeriosandwine