#i feel like there is almost definitely an audience of 1 (me) for this kind of thing

[araminia16]

More Wednesday thoughts and hopefully a different take from others before me. After watching the two scenes with Wednesday and Tyler in the Asylum I've come to the conclusion that Wednesday is still very very pissed off at Tyler which is obvious. She was mad when she found out he was the Hyde certainly and the fact that she made herself vulnerable. Something she NEVER does for someone who from her POV immediately broke her trust after she opened up. Once bitten, twice shy and all. I can admit. To the casual viewer there's not much going on there other than her obvious irritation and anger at him. Her words designed to cut, sharpened and jagged to leave him bleeding, and she does. She cuts him to the quick and even if she's angry right now or hates him then she's still expending energy thinking about him. That's not the opposite of love or attraction. She accuses him of thinking about her too much, taking up too much space in his head but it's not like he doesn't take up space in her head too. Wednesday requested to see him weeks before she actually showed up. The timeline of the show is a bit skewed but she would have had to probably put in the request as soon as she knew where he was and that she could fill out the tedium of paperwork to be able to go to him. All those forms just to see someone she hated and had no feelings for? Yeah. Right. I think she waited for 1. the greatest effect, but also 2. Because she wanted to be ready to face him again and she wasn't for a long time but needs must and she wanted to tell him about his dad. That could be construed as malicious, another thing to wound, but she also wanted to be the one to deliver the news to him. Personally. She made a point of it. She wanted to see his reaction. That's super interesting because I think she wanted to gauge the Hyde within Tyler.

The meeting was never going to be this big romantic thing. It couldn't be. Not with how they both left things at the end of last season. Plus even if Wednesday wanted to be softer she couldn't. Not while being watched. If that scene with the Hyde and Wednesday comes about in episode 5 I think that will be their real 'first meeting' after everything. The opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference. She's definitely not indifferent to him. She wants him to hurt but I don't think it brought her as much satisfaction as we might think it did. Wednesday is still in a lot of pain. Which someone else brought up. Capri even made a comment about it. That her pain made her interesting which could be heard in the music by someone who knows what that sounds like.

Wednesday is as much a wounded animal as Tyler is, just better about controlling where she strikes out at and when. But the other super interesting thing is that when he has Thornhill in his grasp he makes it a game but he also makes it clear that he doesn't regard her as his Master anymore. Now that could mean that the idea that the Master/Slave bond is weakened by distance and time. It could also mean that when she abandoned him (by his view) it was enough of a wound to sever that connection despite Hyde's loyalty before. He's not going any more crazy inside Willow Hill than he was from before so as far as the audience knows he still has a Master somewhere because he's not descending into madness. But then there's the theory that Tyler/Hyde has chosen Wednesday as his Master even when she's upset him but if he's going crazier that may not be the case. I'm still up for the idea of self mastery because I don't think Wednesday should be his Master or if she is she should find a way to transfer the Bond to someone else (Enid -because she trusts Enid and Enid is good and kind and wouldn't ever ask him to do something he didn't want to and would stop him from being too dark and murderous when the time came. She could be a great sister to him in the end just like she is with Wednesday.)

But if Wednesday is his Master that makes it almost impossible for them to resume romance at all because Wednesday wouldn't want that sort of power imbalance in a relationship. Someone who she could never truly know if they were with her because they wanted to be or if they were because they had no other choice and that wouldn't sit well. She would want him but wouldn't want to control him like that. She would want to dominate him. Get his servitude by his permission instead of by force but because they are equals. Final thing: Yes. We have the window thing. I watched it a lot. We have Wednesday telling the woman (who we know the identity of but she doesn't) to leave. We have the Hyde going up to Wednesday. We have him stopping in front of her. Clearly upset but not aggressive. Not when he finally gets to her. There's no need to hunt there. There's a few beats after when it cuts to the outside of the Asylum and then she's out the window. It's been said loads of times now. Why would he toss her out a window at all? Why wouldn't he have put his claws into her just like everyone else. His rages and murders were bloody, gruesome, devastating and had ample use of claws and if he wanted her dead she would be. I know that the show is Wednesday and it couldn't keep going without her. I know it's plot that she lives but that's important. She was unprotected. In prime territory for him to do whatever he wanted. And yet....he doesn't. Seemingly. There's all sorts of theories out there but I think it was an accident. Or a protective gesture to get her out of danger. There's that look into the future where she's bathed in the light in front of him and that thing was super confusing given the first half of the series because she's from our POV not looking at him with the same disdain as before. I think she's softer there because she wants to know why he protected her. Why he didn't kill her. But I could be completely wrong. Ugh. I need it to be September already. Edit: Another thing I noticed was that Wednesday was tossed from the window, the police came and got out to look around a FULL 30 seconds at least after she fell to the ground. Tyler could have come out and finished her off before they got there. He didn't even leave the building for 30 seconds after. Was he so sure she was dead or was he distracted by something? Was it just a coincidence? Why wouldn't he have pursued her if he wanted her dead? Why leave it to chance? He didn't even get aggressive with the police really. Just tossed them out of the way even as they were firing on him. It was a really strange thing for a murderous creature to do. He didn't finish her off. He didn't hurt those who were hurting him. idk.

[bruciebatsyy]

new hc: bruce + the batkids + distracting chatter

so this is inspired by the latest chap of @frownyalfred's lovely fic 'hold me loosely' (chapter 4, jason POV) — but i feel like i've also seen other people use this scenario? like, i feel like it's an oddly common recurring bit of bruce characterization in fanfics. anyways, what i'm actually referring to is bruce, when someone around him gets injured on the job, defaulting to listing random facts at them as a way of keeping their mind occupied/off their injury. [fairly often, but not always, it's specifically facts about said injury (ex. "on average XX takes X number of days to heal in a healthy person" "Y% of people will experience XX in their lifetime" etc. etc.)]

...so i was thinking about the thought process bruce would go through in order to arrive on that being his go-to strategy for this kind of scenario, and if you think about it, it actually makes perfect sense? bc i can totally imagine him being like "hmmm so a Normal Person incapacitated in the manner of scenario 259(c)(iii) would likely appreciate/require a distraction from their condition" —> "the most appropriate/comforting distraction that does not hinder my ability to actively continue assisting them is to fill the silence —> "slight problem: i am bad at making conversation" {the genuine kind, not the brucie frivolous-lifestyle-bullshit kind} —> "i can speak about a subject that the injured listener has an interest in" —> "i can speak about a subject that will already be on my mind and will be directly relevant to the listener, as well as assure them that i have the requisite knowledge and am therefore capable of taking care of their injury properly"

...of course, the part that bruce forgets to anticipate is what Injured Party makes of him suddenly turning into an audiobook encyclopedia, and how they might actually respond to that beyond just shutting up and listening to him monologue lmao. thankfully, he gets plenty of practice individualizing his Distraction ManeuverTM accordingly on all of his batkids!

dick: EFFECTIVE. the one this strategy was invented for in the first place — does not deal well with tense silence, also just really loves listening to the sound of his loved one's voices, finds it super relaxing/comforting. used to fall asleep easiest in his family's tent at the circus when he could listen to his mom and dad chat about anything late into the night. he had the perspective to recognize that batman monologuing at you all about the mechanics of the injury you've just received yourself is more than a bit morbid, but hey, he was a bit of a dark-humored morbid kid himself, he doesn't mind 🤷🏽‍♀️

jason: EFFECTIVE. isn't averse to silence in the way dick is, maybe even prefers it mostly — but, when he started out as robin bruce monologued at him when he got injured the first couple times out of habit, and jason definitely noticed and picked up on the pattern. then bruce stopping would have made it weird, so after that he comes to find it comforting in the sense that it's like an endearing habit of bruce's/a familiar routine. so like, he ignores it mostly, but if bruce ever didn't start monologuing at him while he's trying to hold it together he'd definitely notice and be all "hey what the fuck happened" lmao

tim: NOT EFFECTIVE. does not like just listening to bruce growling out mildly-alarming injury statistics, thank you very much. if he can talk, he'll do the talking himself; if he can't, he'll take silence. (also a hand to hold— which bruce eventually learns to provide.)

steph: NOT EFFECTIVE. bruce learns the hard way that steph will interpret him going on about her injury as condescension (which tbf, by definition it kind of is?). his second try is to talk about her performance in the field re: whatever she was doing right before she got injured, which is unsurprisingly received equally poorly. if she can talk, she's definitely talking, and bruce reluctantly learns to tolerate the fact that said chatter is 99% of the time completely unrelated to their current situation. the first time post-war games that he ends up stuck with a steph injured badly enough that she can't fill the silence on her own, in a fit of panicked inspiration he starts telling her about the historical value/sourcing of purple dye, which she teases him endlessly about once she's able to later, but he's just glad that it seems to be implicitly approved of.

cass: SITUATIONALLY EFFECTIVE. cass comes in after tim (and i guess kind of during steph's initial integration into the fam?) so bruce has already been made aware of the possibility that she won't appreciate it. but it turns out that whether cass prefers or dislikes silence varies by the day, honestly, so bruce tends to go for it, and then about 60% of the time he'll get a soft "batman, stop talking, please." (or the equivalent in sign) after a couple minutes lol. (also, even though cass is generally not particularly impolite about it, bruce somehow always feels very effectively chastised by the specific way she tells him to stop: it's like her version of the 'alfred voice'.)

damian: EFFECTIVE. with the unfortunate caveat that if he's capable, he'll certainly be snarking back at bruce the whole time about how he "knows, Father, i memorized the relevant information on these topics when i was five" — but he likes it. he'd never say anything about it, of course, but bruce realizes after some time that being left in silence when bruce is there kind of makes him feel like he's waiting for punishment for being sloppy enough to get injured in the first place.

duke: EFFECTIVE. he doesn't particularly mind silence, but he loves having random general knowledge in factoid form, so he definitely appreciates the monologues. he tends to mostly be content with listening, but he'll also pipe up with corrections occasionally bc he'll tend to have read more recent data.

[sabertoothwalrus]

any art tips about writing funny scenarios? i feel like i understand drawing but ive been in a total writing rut, especially when it comes to comedy :/

I think the main thing to consider is What Is The Punchline.

Something I see often in beginner joke-writing is having too much after the punchline. You don't need to have character A dunk on character B, and then have characters C, D, & E all reacting to it. UNLESS the reaction is the punchline. Remember how funny vines were? A lot of that came from them being only 6 seconds, and often cut off at the end. The Abruptness can absolutely add to the timing.

The other main thing is that comedy = contrast. Yesterday was April Fool's Day, and something I was seeing a lot of people do (myself included) was make some kind of "announcement", and then say some variation of "haha sike!" The thing is, this only works if your audience could have realistically expected you to make that kind of announcement in the first place. If an artist who has been staunchly and vocally against AI art posts an AI image, then... that's not really a joke? Your followers will be confused, not only because you're acting out-of-character about an issue that's politically charged, but also because you're still using AI art.

My own version of this joke was to redraw an old comic, which is something I love doing! I love revisiting old media I used to like, and I love redrawing art to track my improvement. My followers (hopefully) know this about me. The twist was that the comic I redrew was voltron, specifically klance, because I have the experience to know this would give a lot of people a lot of whiplash. Even after almost 9 years, just simply seeing the characters was enough to send people careening into a weird spiral of nostalgia and fear for my sanity, because of how controversial the show and its fanbase had become. But since most of the controversy was because of extremely-online drama, it was ultimately harmless (and people that are genuinely still into the show got some new art for it teehee!) I'm going to use a recent comic I did as a another example.

^ this is a comic about Ace Attorney, but honestly you don't really need to know anything about Ace Attorney except that "7yg" is a shorthand the fandom used for "7 year gap".

Panel 1: Setting the expectation. it's during the pandemic, so it's normal for people to have hand sanitizer on them. A precedence has been established.

Panel 2: Additional Context. Phoenix rummages through his pockets, which tells the audience he has a lot of stuff in them, and that he's identifying objects more by touch than by sight.

Panel 3: Anticipation

Panel 4: The punchline! Oops, it was lube! Small bottles of lube DO look & feel very similar to bottles of hand sanitizer, but people-- especially during a global pandemic-- do not typically carry small bottles of lube on them. Personally, I think Phoenix Wright could be the kind of person to have lube on him (for any number of sexual or non-sexual reasons), but the audience doesn't necessarily need to know that about him. Part of the joke is the nonchalance in his reaction; all you need to know is that Phoenix himself is not that surprised or embarrassed about having lube with him, or about having just dispensed some of it into his friend's hands.

Comedy is hard to explain!! It's also not very funny to explain. It really takes a lot of practice, and everyone has different tastes in humor/context/expectations anyway, so you're never going to make everyone laugh. Knowing your audience will definitely help.

[drcamin]

☆ flash !

hamzah x singer!reader

part 1 ── intro ⋆ next

synopsis : hamzah goes to do a photoshoot. the last thing he expected was to meet one of his favorite singers! ...inspired by the starface x heaven photoshoot.

contains : fluff, mild language, kinda long intro, hamzah being your biggest fan.

word count : 3.1k

when hamzah had gotten the email that a well-known brand wanted to recruit him for a photoshoot, he was shocked, to say the least. but when you put it into perspective, it did make sense. by using popular youtubers and influencers that people have been watching, the brand most likely aimed to reach a younger audience. 

and not too get ahead of himself, but his youtube channel with martin was pretty damn successful, especially for the past year or so. but this success couldn’t just be attributed to just youtube. there was actually another platform that took a lot of the credit… tiktok. 

he guessed that this app was how they had been discovered by the brand in the first place. after all, the pair had formed a new audience on there entirely. fanpages clip their videos, they gain traction, more people get interested, they check out their channel… the “slushy noobz virus,” as they’d call it.

it was almost exactly like a repeat of his 4freakshow days. hamzah had an established following from his tiktoks which then led to him being on 4freakshow amongst other tiktokers, from which clips of these streams were then posted to tiktok. needless to say, tiktok was definitely the catalyst of his success. 

knowing this piece of information, he and martin had used it to their advantage—they started running their own clip accounts in the beginning of their youtube career. martin had even created an entirely new email for the tiktok, just to get into character of the make-believe girl who would be running it—lexi. 

and honestly, these accounts really did help in building their audience. the said fanpages had long been abandoned, since they started to gain more attention and didn’t find a use for them any longer. it was fun while it lasted, though. they would interact with fans of them, while those fans had no idea who they were actually talking to.

now, hamzah finds himself sitting on a chair in the waiting room with martin by his side, awkwardly awaiting the cue for this photoshoot to start. 

he looks up to see mandy and claire chatting amongst each other about god knows what. he’s not really paying attention, since there are other things on his mind at the moment. 

for starters, he’s been wondering who the other “influencers” apart of the shoot are, since that information hadn’t been disclosed to them. but it’s not like they were going to be meeting them. it didn’t exactly make sense for them to all fly out to one specific place for a simple shoot.

secondly, he was actually kind of nervous. he's never done a professional photoshoot before. after all, he's just a youtuber—not a model or anything. not even a music artist. this whole scenario just felt bizarre, honestly.

“dude, are you good?” martin says, waving his hand in front of hamzah’s face.

“what? sorry, i was just lost in my thoughts. what happened?”

“someone just came in here and said that they had a change of plans and one of the other people for the shoot is coming soon... so we have to wait a bit more.”

hamzah groaned, leaning his head back to rest on the top of his chair. “seriously? we’ve been waiting for like thirty minutes.”

“that’s just how it goes, man. if you were experienced like me, you'd know.”

“martin, you’ve never done a photoshoot before either. shut up.”

“alright, i’m sorry, damn. didn’t know you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

“martin.”

“sorry.”

after what feels like forever, another person enters the room. 

but it’s not just any person…

it’s y/n.

you enter the waiting room and find two guys sitting on one end, and two girls sitting across from them on the other side.

the two girls that were talking a moment before have both paused their seemingly never-ending conversation as well. everyone is starstruck.

you had just released your second album in august of last year, and are currently on tour for it. you’re in toronto because you just performed a concert here yesterday; the crowd was phenomenal as always. this is still crazy to you, though, as you can hardly believe the success you’ve earned. sometimes you wonder if you truly deserve it, but you know that you’ve worked hard to even get here.

“hey, you’re y/n, aren’t you?” one of the guys asks.

“yes, i am!”

“oh my god, we’re such big fans of you! especially hamzah here,” he nudges the guy with dark curly hair sitting next to him, who suddenly looks flustered. “hey!”

for some odd reason, they both look familiar to you, but you can’t put your finger on it.

you smile bashfully. “wow, thank you. your support really means the world!”

“of course! oh also, i’m martin and the two girls across from me are mandy and claire,” martin introduces while pointing at everyone. “so, i’m guessing you’re the other person here for the photoshoot? they told us that someone else was coming but we had no idea it was gonna be you!”

“yeah, i just performed here yesterday and was supposed to get here later, but my management fucked it up. so i’m here now! oh no, don’t tell me you guys were waiting here for a long time because of me?”

hamzah opens his mouth as if to say something, but martin puts his hand over it. “not at all!”

a woman that you guys hadn’t seen before now enters the room, redirecting your attention. “alright, you guys can all follow me.”

everyone sitting down now gets up to follow her into a room, the light stands and backdrop of the photoshoot coming into view. this must be the studio.

before you can process anything else, the woman speaks again. “hey guys! i’m going to be your photographer today. you can call me sarah. hamzah and y/n, please come with me.”

as you and hamzah follow her again, the gears in your head begin to turn, which is evident in the furrowing of your eyebrows. so, hamzah is also being photographed for this shoot? what does he do? is he an influencer? maybe that's why he looks so familiar.

you all come to a halt, now standing next to the backdrop. after sarah instructs you guys on how this will go, she says, “alright, hamzah, you’re going to be up first.”

“okay,” he says before going to stand against the backdrop.

he looks into the camera, his dark brown eyes captivating you. martin lets out a laugh. “dude, you’re mogging so hard right now.”

you also laugh—he really was. but it also gives you time to take in the rest of his features. it almost feels like you’re checking him out…

when his photos are done getting taken, you decide to ask sarah, “can i take photos of him too?”

“wait, what?” hamzah blurts out, clearly caught off guard.

“oh, yeah, sure,” sarah says. “do you know how to?”

“yeah, i do. my tour photographer basically taught me how to use a camera properly since i was curious on how she does it.”

“okay, y/n, show us what you got!” sarah says, handing the camera over to you.

“thanks.” you take the camera into your possession. 

after toying with the settings a bit, you tilt the camera in hamzah’s direction. “now pose!” 

hamzah pulls a goofy pose at first, which causes you to roll your eyes. 

“hamzah, i want you to actually pose.” 

“oh, sorry,” he apologizes. 

you suddenly feel bad, and change your mind. 

“no, it’s okay. we can do a few goofy ones and then some actual ones.” his face lights up at that, and he starts pulling all sorts of moves. 

you snap a couple of photos, some where you try to imitate what your photographer had taught you, and some where you simply just mess around with the settings. 

when you seem pleased with the photos that you’ve taken, you set the camera down on the nearby table. you sit on the chair right by it and gesture for the others to join you. 

they all gaze over your shoulder as you go through each of the photos. there’s a beat of silence during this.

finally the silence is broken by hamzah. “these are really good, y/n."

for some reason, you feel your face heat up at the sudden compliment.

“yeah,” mandy agrees, the others humming in sync. “how did you do that?”

“i don’t know—i just messed around with the settings ‘n stuff…” you say, looking down as you play with your hands. you aren’t used to getting praise for your photography skills. usually people just compliment you for your singing—it’s your job, after all.

“yeah, these aren't bad at all. if you just had a few more lessons you could probably work professionally,” sarah notes.

“oh, stop. you’re just saying that.” you grin, but still lack the confidence to believe her.

“y/n, you need to learn how to take compliments. seriously, these are good,” hamzah reassures you.

not knowing what to say, you muster up a small “thank you.”

“alright... now it’s my turn to take photos of you."

now it was your turn to be caught off guard. “wait— what!? the photoshoot pictures of me haven’t even been taken yet!”

“oh, you’re right. maybe after?”

“okay, sure.”

after those photos of you are taken, hamzah begins to snap some photos of you.

then you and hamzah look through the photos together, as you point out which ones you like and which ones you express immediate distaste for, before deleting them from existence.

though, for one of the photos you're about to click delete on, the camera is taken away from your hands despite your protests. hamzah claims that it's actually really cute so he refuses to let you delete it, even taking out his phone to take a picture of it.

unbeknownst to you, martin is holding his phone camera to film you guys for some behind-the-scenes footage on their patreon.

"look at them, they're so cute!" he narrates, along with some comments by claire and mandy as they watch the scene as well.

when you're done going through the photos that hamzah had taken, you offer to show him one of the few techniques that you had used. he takes up the offer, then tries to replicate what you did and ultimately fails. everyone laughs, and hamzah attempts to brush aside his embarrassment. “man, whatever.” you try to ease his humility by saying that all he needs is some practice.

at one point, you go to get some water. meanwhile, martin takes this time to film some more footage.

"guys, you won't believe it. we just freaking met y/n," martin reports, wearing a serious expression as he talks to the camera.

"yeah, and she's even prettier in person!" claire adds.

"hamzah's too busy freaking out but is trying to hide it under his nonchalant facade," martin calls out as he pans the camera to film hamzah. it reveals him standing with the photoshoot camera in his grasp, looking at the ground, as if he's trying to process what's happening.

"boy, i'm not freaking out, and i'm chalant as hell. but even if i was, you can't really blame me. she's literally one of my favorite singers! and put that camera away. you're going to scare her off."

"dude, we need to film something, and this is important!" martin insists. "by the way guys, we had no idea she was even going to be here. anyways, hamzah, are you gonna talk to her more?"

"i don't even know what to say. it feels like..." he looks around while searching his brain for the right word to match how he feels at the moment. "it feels surreal."

"aww, he's too shy to talk to her," mandy's voice is heard in the background.

"you know what? i'm gonna go find her. she's the only one who won't judge me. bye."

the camera follows hamzah as he leaves the room, before martin flips it over to himself. "they grow up so fast," he sniffles before wiping away fake tears from his eyes.

meanwhile, as you were on the way to the water fountain, you unexpectedly came across a jet black guitar just sitting pretty against the wall of another room nearby, its view peaking through the open door. you couldn't help it, so you went to pick it up and held it in a guitar playing position. 

you don't realize that hamzah had come to find you, let alone the fact that he still held the camera in his hands. so, he did the obvious—snapping a candid photo to capture you in this moment.

the sound of the camera’s flash startles you. “woah, i didn’t even realize you were there!” you let out a chuckle before putting the guitar back where it had initially been.

hamzah sets the camera down, still looking at you intently. “you’re really into music.”

“i really am. i'm so blessed that i get to do this for a living. i wouldn’t have it any other way! but seriously, i wouldn’t be here without my fans. and didn't martin say you're a fan of me? is that true?” you ramble on before asking the one question that had been on your mind.

hamzah almost looks flustered again, before nodding. “yeah. you were one of my top artists last year, and your most recent album has been on repeat ever since it was released. i’m so upset that i didn’t get to go to your concert.”

“oh my god, really? i’ll make sure you get tickets to the next one here! thank you so much!”

“no, thank you. you really are an inspiration for so many people.”

“you’re too nice to me, seriously! can i hug you or something?” you’re kind of joking when you ask, but you honestly do want to.

“oh— yeah, um, of course.” he seems a bit hesitant in his response, which leads you to think that he’s just being nice again and doesn’t actually want to.

“i mean, only if you want to.”

“no, i want to! really,” he says before walking closer to you. “come here.”

you walk towards him before wrapping your arms around his torso, while he delicately wraps his arms around your neck, almost like you’ll break if he uses too much force. a moment later, he pulls you closer before placing his head on your shoulder. almost immediately, nearly all of your senses are influenced by him; the only one missing is taste.

you both hold each other in this embrace for about a minute. you’re almost certain that you can feel the pacing of his heartbeat speed up, but you’re sure that yours has too. the warmth of his touch, his soft breathing against your neck, the scent of his cologne—you practically melt.

all of a sudden, you hear a familiar voice.

“there you guys are! woah—am i interrupting something?” martin takes a step back as he notices the scene before him.

you and hamzah break apart immediately, clearly embarrassed that you were caught. it wasn’t even anything improper—a bit random, sure, but come on.

hamzah is the one to respond. “dude, you almost made me drop the freakin’ camera!”

“sorry, man.”

it’s only then you take notice of the phone in martin’s hand in a recording stance.

“wait, are you filming?” you ask.

“oh, yeah—probably should’ve mentioned this sooner, we’re youtubers. i’ve just been filming some behind-the-scenes for our patreon.”

“oh.” you suddenly realize why they looked so familiar. they must have popped up on your ‘for you’ page on tiktok before.

your short response causes martin to have a revelation. “oh, we can like totally not post the part of you guys hugging if you’re uncomfortable with that.”

“no, no, it’s fine.”

“oh, really? wait, i just remembered why i even came here in the first place. your manager called.”

“oh shit, i think i have to go now! let me just go to the room to double check. i’m sorry, it was so fun getting to know you all.”

disappointment washes over hamzah's features for a second before he quickly masks it. “get home safe.”

"yeah, it was really nice meeting you y/n!" martin says.

“aw, it was really nice meeting you too! i hope you all have a safe trip home as well.”

you have a feeling this won’t be the last time you see them. and honestly? you definitely don’t want it to be. 

but before you can leave, you remember something. “wait, i didn’t see the photo you took of me with the guitar!”

“oh, i’ll send a photo of it to you—wait, i don’t have your number. i mean, i can send it to you on instagram?”

“yeah, but i don’t have your instagram either.”

“oh, it’s—actually, can i just type it into your search bar? i can add everyone else too,” hamzah offers.

“yeah, of course.” you hand over your phone and he gently takes it from you. he then types at lightning speed.

yourusername has followed hamzahthefantastic yourusername has followed thatmartinkid yourusername has followed clairedrakee yourusername has followed mandys_iphone

at last, you all bid farewell for real this time, and you go and say goodbye to mandy and claire as well.

“not so sour anymore, huh?” martin teases, nudging hamzah with his arm.

“martin, shut the fuck up.”

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thatmartinkid i was there, it was rare 😭

yourusername I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL !!! slushyfan not martin messing up the one lyric… bro had one job 💀

slushlife.or.nolife openly flirting in the comments… okay guys what the flip

hollislush aww they both listen to 2hollis 😭

hamzahismybae i thought hamzah called martin a loser for listening to 2hollis..? hollislush he was obviously joking, he literally went to one of his concerts 💀

whattheslush hamzah must be freaking tf out lmao like he was legit one of her top listeners last year… 😭

hamzahlover NO IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH???

y/nsnumber1fan wait is it just me who ships y/n and hamzah…

slushyxy/n4ever i think all of us do

nova’s notes : first time writing for hamzah omg… lmk if u guys want a pt 2 ! also in case u didn’t catch it, hamzah’s first comment was a lyric reference to the song from the ig post. btw requests are open !!!

read part two here !

[phoebebuggers]

teaser preliminary thoughts

the opening scene being joyce and will talking about the vanishing of will byers was a very intentional choice - not only is will the central character this season, with a major plot point revolving around them discovering why and how will went missing and his connection to vecna (which i believe will also tie into holly's disappearance.) for a second i thought this could be a conversation about holly where joyce and will compare her being missing to what happened to will but i'm leaning toward no..it feels personal to me

the majority of the teaser was preexisting scenes, which i guess could be a little disappointing but it seemed like they wanted to ramp up the nostolgia with the st segment overall which is understandable for the show that "made" netflix. i also think we will be seeing those scenes with young will or maybe new ones from his disappearance as flashbacks anyways

edit: just realized i forgot this clip.. robin, will (*the* outfit!!) and erica in the background, not suure who's on the ledge behind joyce...someone let me know if you have a guess on what this wooden structure is, it almost looks like a stable or a barn. there's definitely some crazy shit behind that door, interesting that joyce seems to have a weapon and the other two do not. im really excited to see robin and joyce's dynamic (definitely see that playing a role in willl coming out)

i think there's a possibility that we'll see karen wheeler's character expanded on this season, possibly in tandem with the explanation for mike's behavior in the previous 2 seasons (the wheelers and conformity) as she takes on a role simillar to joyce in season 1. i'm wondering if this shot is before or after holly disappearing - also that one leak about karen getting injured (maybe in the process of protecting holly??) also, with the theme of conformity and ted wheeler generally sucking im wondering if his behavior this season will end up endangering the wheelers

definitely an emphasis on parent-child relationships this season (this is the third one we've seen). i think that we're going to see el and hopper working together in a way similar to the season 3 finale in a way that redeems that tragic ending, where hopper accepts that el isn't a kid who needs to be protected but a strong young woman who needs to be supported. i lowk have no idea what she's covering her ears about though, maybe coming down from projecting somewhere??

on the topic of hopper, rest in peace russia plotline, i have no idea how they're gonna resolve all that in hawkins lmao

seems like dustin is paired with the older teens again...which i lowk hate but it's kind of been that way since season 1 so i get it. i just don't understand the constant need to seperate him from the party. it looks like they might be in hawkins lab here, but i guess it could be anywhere

i was pretty much certain they were gonna show a shot like this in the teaser, max's coma is pretty much the biggest cliffhanger on the last season and they're going to continue to tease that. i love the coloring in this scene, i think we're gonna see lucas alone a lot this season in a more serious light than ever before (season 4 set the stage for this). i also don't see max getting a recovery until well into the second half of the season (but i do think she'll survive). i also think max is going to be up to a lot more than just laying in a hospital bed though, i really see her being able to reach el/vecna/will(?) through her mind and i think her and el will be paired a lot this season (maybe that's wishful thinking)

i think the two biggest mysteries they're hiding from audiences and shushing the cast about are whether max survives and whether byler is happening. and i think both of these things are happening...personally (notice that these two are the only couple shown together in the entire teaser).

this ss is bad but this is either two people (2 lights) or one person alone (1 flashlight and 1 lantern). i really want to know what that pink thing is, it almost looks like a head

mike is the heart of the party, blah blah blah....this shot really is so telling though like he's such a natural protector. i think we're reallly gonna see him return to his roots this season. it looks like the kids behind him are those new friends of erica's, and that's definitely joyce holding someone...they look too small to be will and i dont know why he would be hiding in the back like that anyway so i really dont know who that is. i think this definitely has to do with the vecna/mr whatsit plotline

im assuming erica is with this group as well but for some reason she isn't pictured. it seems like they're trying to introduce a kind of "new gen" of preteens this season which is a questionable choice for a finale but the duffers have always been good at getting us to care about new characters so i have faith.

finally will on his main character shit and the scream that was leaked - my working theory for this scene is that he's sensing something only he would know because of his connection to vecna and warning the other characters, possibly using himself as some kind of bait?? this is mostly a hunch tho. im not sure where he is here, it's definitely not the upside down but it looks kind of industrial?? the floor actually looks like to could be the same as the previous shot with mike but i dont think so

jonathan is getting absolutely ignored to my devastation, not a single feature unless he was the other character in that scene with joyce and the axe. i feel like he's one of the most likely characters to die but i really hope they do something interesting with him

nancy was also mia...we know she and jonathan are paired with steve and dustin at some point (car picture) but not sure what they're up to other than that nancy walk em down wheeler will be there im sure..

im down with the release schedule, we knew it was gonna be in parts and as a college student i am definitely glad it's during holidays/breaks because im going to want to watch asap. the wait might kill me though

on the topic of byler, i don't think this told us anything new but the fact that they didn't show mike with will or el at any point is good news in my opinion. will being front and center and mike taking a leadership role are signs to character development for both of them!!

[pruneunfair]

Hae Soo is a boring character: Revised edition.

I looked back on my old Tears on a withered flower analysis about why I thought Hae Soo was dull female lead to follow a long time ago and yeesh! It was not one of my best analysis' probably even one of my worst. I got a lot of things wrong such as Tae Ha making a plush toy in Hae Soo's likeness was just apart of some weird promotional art and not canon in the story, and I focused too much on her body instead of actual reasons that made her boring.

I still find her boring, even more so then I did back when the original analysis was made, but just because I don't like her character doesn't mean I'm going to let a poorly made statement about her sit and act like it was correct.

So allow me to make up for that with this list with more reasons formed from by her personality instead of character design.

1: Her likability relies on how much the audience can pity her 80% of the time.

Hae Soo is definitely not UNLIKABLE, she is written to be a soft spoken woman who works hard, is generally kind but for most of the series up until recently, she is also submissive and doesn't know how to stand up for herself.

But that personality practically means nothing when we aren't really shown what makes Hae Soo a strong character. In almost every scene that she's in that isn't a romantic moment with Tae Ha, she is being bullied by someone else. Mincheol is abusing her, Hwa Jung is making fun of her for being old, her parents are implied to have been beating/neglecting her, she's getting bullied at school during flashbacks, and generally a good 80% of the scenes she's in that don't involve her romantic relationship is of her being mistreated and bullied so we can feel bad for her or so we can watch Tae Ha hurt them to defend his kitten.

Obviously, that alone isn't what makes Hae Soo boring, a lot of women irl unfortunately have to suffer like just for being above 30 but those real women also have other reasons that make them human, they have interesting hobbies, friends outside of their spouse, personality traits that help them survive the mental anguish of going to work just to be yelled at by their customer, boss, etc. What I'm trying to say is that they're still people because people are a lot more than their trauma.

Its hard to properly explain but the easiest way to describe is that while many horrible things will happen to a female lead, those things happen to tell an actual compelling story about her but in Hae Soo's case, its just there to be like "Awwww... Our baby Hae Soo is being bullied again 😢 Let's hope that Tae Ha will show those meanies what for!" And thats it... Hae Soo just gets verbally, physically, and even sexually harrassed and it never ends up being about HER, its about how Tae Ha will react to his baby girl getting hurt and what he will do to the perpetrators while Hae Soo basically gets the crumbs, said crumbs being pity points since her lack of agency as a compelling character is "made up" with her having the character of an abandoned quadruple amputee kitten left in the rain.

I will give this to Tears on a withered flower: The author, Gae Nim, might not be my favorite manhwa creator, but they aren't a terrible writer, they can definitely write some pretty good scenarios and ideas, such as realistic approaches to new relationships after getting away from an abusive spouse. This does prove that at least 20% of Hae Soo's trauma isn't just there for Tae Ha to come in and prove how much better of a boyfriend he is and how he can save with her with money and his dick alone, because what she went through, it kept Hae Soo away from rushing into a genuine relationship with Tae Ha for so long, the downside is that it also acts as a double edged sword in the end because Tae Ha once again takes most of the main character traits that Hae Soo should have and instead of letting Hae Soo recover from her trauma and letting her have a few months at the very least to have some time for her to take agency over her own life, it ends up being about how Tae Ha continues to do all these wonderful things for Hae Soo (Basically lovebombing her) so she can rush through the recover process and throw herself wholeheartedly to Tae Ha.

2: Despite her being a supposedly mature older woman with more life experience than others, she is consistently infantalized.

Okay, I know I said I wasn't going to make this about all her body, and that is why this is the only time at all during this analysis that I will bring up Hae Soos bodytype: it is the perfect symbolism of what kind of character she's trying to be: On one hand, she has the body type of a mature, grown woman but on the other hand, her face is drawn to somehow look youthful and in the iconic confused "👁 👄 👁 " expression most of the time.

Hae Soo is on the older side, being 33, and at many times, the narrative will prove that with her referring to Tae Ha as "Kid" multiple times, seeing him more like a broken child (Not in the pedophile way, its just common for older people to see people in their early 20s as naive and inexperienced.) And at some point, I think she even tells him that she'll scold him. Her continuing to work hard at her many jobs even after breaking it off with Mincheol once and for all proves that she knows that she still has a long way to go to reach the end of the tunnel.

That being said, she also has very little agency for her own life, and I'm not talking about scenarios that she couldn't easily escape like Mincheol. I'm talking about the little agency over basic decisions she is given by the narrative itself. She does make the active decision to break it off with Mincheol after catching him with Ari but after that, Tae Ha is the one making decisions for her, a few times without her even knowing it. He blocks Mincheol for her while she's asleep, sets up an arranged scene in their old apartment so he can rile Mincheol to by pretending that he just finished up having sex with Hae Soo, and generally is treated like a delicate little flower who needs to have her hand held everywhere. With justifications for these poor writing decisions being, once again, her sad backstories that basically infantalize trauma victims as scared wittle kittens that need to be given the utmost "UwU, cinnamon roll" treatment, instead of, you know, treating them like actual people instead of helpless infants?

This characterization just really bugs me because I don't know how I'm supposed to perceive her. If the narrative really wanted to intentionally portray her as a innocent cinnamon roll who needs protection then as much as I would have been annoyed, I would have at least had an easier time knowing how to perceive her. Tears on a withered flower wants to have its cake and eat it too, it wants the readers to see Hae Soo as this broken down woman who has become a husk of her former self and whose experiences have hardened her into the hard working serious woman we were introduced to, while also wanting her to act all quirky and innocent where all she needs is a few more chapters of lovebombing and boom! She's ready to love Tae Ha wholeheartedly before she realizes that she doesn't even know what kind of job he has.

Is she supposed to be a wary woman who needs time to adjust before trusting someone? Or is she just a shy bby who needs to be carried from place to place? Pick a lane and stick with it! The whiplash is killing me.

3: SO MUCH ATTENTION ENDS UP GOING TO TAE HA!

I don't like this guy the way the author wants me too. One problem I had with Tae Ha was that he also had little to say about him outside of Hae Soo and the author did actually fix that, he is now not so boring and even interesting to follow thanks to his family lore getting dropped.

The downside? Tae Ha is pretty much the new main character and Hae Soo might as well just be nothing more than the hot piece of ass who exists solely as an accomplishment for the main protagonist to achieve.

Sure, we still don't know EXACTLY why he started obessesing over some woman he hardly knew, but he at least now has more interesting traits that make him feel like a person written with actual care in mind. Hae Soo's entire life on the other hand is barley passing something as basic as the Bechdel test by the skin of its teeth.

You know how the first half of sleeping beauty was Aurora dreaming of nothing other than finding true love and the rest of the time she's on screen, shes asleep and she doesn't even have anymore lines while Philip does everything else? That's basically Tae Ha and Hae Soo except her version of dreaming about love before meeting the man doesn't even exist so there's even less for her to work with.

Not trying to talk shit about sleeping beauty, there is nothing wrong about girls who's goal in life is to find a loving spouse and if your goal in life is to find a husband you love and raise kids together, then I completely support you and I wish you for the absolute best, I'm just using examples of shallowness in characters because trad wives are still their own people. Sleeping beauty, as shallow as its characters are, is still not an absolutely terrible Disney princess movie and theres still a lot that can be found to enjoy about it if you aren't fond of how Aurora is characterized, such as the subplots with the fairies. Tears on a withered flower on the other hand completely REVOLVES around the romance between Hae Soo and Tae Ha, with all the subplots being extensions of that love story, and not just minor extensions, but major plot points that will contribute to Hae Soo and Tae Ha's love story. So if the main event is going to be all about a love story, then you're going to want to put in the extra effort for your female lead if your goal is to convince the audience to come back to see what happens in her story next.

4: Her, and almost every other female character in this story, personalities are tailored around the male characters.

First off: We see plenty of minor characters in this story, but every single minor character who is female is either talking to eachother about how handsome Tae Ha or Tae Hee are, or they are getting railed by another male character, or they exist to chase after the men in Hae Soo's life and therefore, are nasty "pick me" bitches that Tae Ha needs to put in their place.

Ari's character is like a exaggerated version of Hae Soo if she had a stable financial background. While to be fair, there is a chance that Ari will be utilized in the future, I don't have much hope on it anymore since she sort of just exists to be young and dumb so we can see Mincheol at his worst when he abuses her.

Hwa Jung is made to be jealous of Hae Soo for being beautiful and gentle enough to attract all the attention away from her and is the embodiment of that one trope where all flat cheated women are secretly jealous of the big tittied fmc who doesn't realize that she's gorgeous.

Heeji has only appeared around 3-4 times and all we know about her is that she has a crush on Tae Ha and that's it, there's literally nothing about her that we know of and all we can hope for is that she is not turned into a love rival.

And we already talked about how Hae Soo is characterized.

The only female character that has shown up more than once so far who isn't written as a jealous wench against Hae Soo is her barbecue co worker, (Neaul I think her name was?) But thats one character who, unlike characters like Ari and Hwa Jung, hasn't really been doing anything outside of cheering Hae Soo on a couple of times.

Right now, we were just recently introduced to what I am assuming is Tae Joo's wife but so many people are speculating that she's going to be the evil mother in law trope so cross your fingers.

Conclusion:

Hae Soo's character writing has honestly gotten even worse now. Its been over 60 chapters and the excuses are running out, I don't know how I'm supposed to see Hae Soo as this complex individual when her entire life has been centered around a man, whenever it be Mincheol or Tae Ha, it's always about a man.

[miwiromantics]

ST ships and parallels - PART 2

this post is to point out similar parallels and their differences between the canon ships in the show, especially in favor of byler and jancy. this is a pro byler/jancy and anti-mileven/stancy post so if you ship the later dni or read at your own risk

most of the points here i've gotten are from the comments from this post. i will also be tagging the the original posters here (if u don't want to be tagged pls inform me to remove it)

this post includes: - byler/stancy parallel ✔️ - stancy/mileven parallels ✔️ - jancy/mileven parallels✔️ - byler/mileven parallels✔️ - byler/ jancy + canon ships parallels

part 1. part 3.

warning: !!! long post ahead !!!

Stancy/Mileven parallels:

4. Scenes

brought to us by lovely @robintheoriedbyler

there isn't anything to say further about these two shots other than that it is very similar.

in both scenes steve/el is looking at nancy/mike with sad expressions through a window. i interpret these two scenes as them looking at the other person through a glass; basically through a lens.

even if there isn't anything specifically negative about these two scenes, there is a jancy scene in the exact episode that kind of does oppose the second scene.

it doesn't say much but it definitely is something worth mentioning.

5. Privacy

one of my favorite stancy/mileven parallels. please read the original post by @bugsbenefit

this whole parallel exactly proves the point that mileven and stancy are almost exactly the same.

in the same episode

mike/steve are both welcoming el/nancy into their home and offering them new clothes because their own ones are drenched in water. the clothes are exactly the same: blue shirt and grey sweatpants

steve waits for nancy to undress in front of him but she asks him for privacy. mike hands the clothes to el and she decided to undress in front of them but mike immediately stops her and asks her to do so in the bathroom because of 'privacy'.

both Steve and El aren't familiar with the concept of 'privacy' (for totally different reasons) but only when Nancy/Mike asks for it, does Steve turn around/El changes in the bathroom.

But we know that Nancy does go against it and it immediately results in the uncomfortable stancy sex scene interjected with barbs death scenes.

both these scenes play out exactly the same in the beginning and they both clearly try to convey the same message; privacy. they are direct parallels of each other. but stancy was clearly meant to be making the audience uncomfortable and if mileven is being paralleled with them then...!?

i'll leave it up to ya'll to figure it out.

Jancy/Mileven parallels:

this is a pro-byler post but it wouldn't be fair to disregard the parallels between jancy and mileven.

1. Denying

in both these scenes, Nancy and Mike ask each other if they like Jonathan/El and they both deny it. They both then end up officially with Jonathan/El in the next season.

i don't have anything to say against this because it is a legitimate parallel between mileven and jancy. Both siblings deny their 'feelings' for the character that they will end up together with.

I think this is the strongest jancy/mileven parallel there is.

2. Reuniting

This scene isn't widely considered a parallel but i'm still going to be including this because it makes sense to do so. I think this scene moreover shows the difference between mileven and jancy and how the duffers view both of them.

similarities: in both these scenes, Jonathan/Mike run out of Argyle's van to reunite with their partners, Nancy/El. This was an especially important scene to me because these were after Steve/Will 'confessed' their feelings to them.

this was a scene showing that they're still happy to see the person their still with, El and Jonathan. This scene was supposed to show that no matter what Steve/Will said, Nancy/Mike still has feelings for Jonathan/El.

but it doesn't.

difference: how they display the following scenes after that are directly against each other. if you consider this as a parallel, then the following scenes should immediately disapprove that they are the same even if they play out the same.

how they show the character in between their ships are very different.

Will is directly in between Mike and El while Steve is shown to be passing them by instead. Steve isn't viewed as a 'threat' to Jancy while Will is to mileven. Will's confession actually holds some weight for Mike than Steve's confession does to Nancy.

Will's feelings play a very important part in mileven's relationship while Steve's aren't.

Will and Steve: this, again, bleeds into the Stancy/Byler parallel i talked about in the first post. One confession was purely out of selflessness while the other one was because of selfishness.

one more thing to support my selflessness/selfishness claim is that even if Will loves Mike, he isn't mad at El. He doesn't show his anger or show outward jealousy towards her. He isn't holding anything against her because he is clearly happy to see her. Will doesn't view El as competition.

Steve, on the other hand, outwardly displays his sadness when Jonathan and Nancy reunite with each other. It is to the point that Robin has to pet his back to reassure him. Steve views Jonathan as competition.

this is not to show hate for Steve, this is just pure observation.

I could've found a way to included this point in the first post regarding stancy and byler but i found it more fitting to use as a sort of similarity and difference between mileven and jancy.

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Byler/Mileven parallels:

now that we got jancy/mileven out of the way, let's talk above byler and mileven instead. these two ships are very written to oppose each other in every single way.

there aren't a lot of things to be expanded on regarding their parallels because it is so blatantly obvious.

i feel compelled to also mention that both ships are written with opposing tropes. 'friends-to-lovers' and 'love-at-first-sight' are vastly very different categories.

1. 'yes' and 'no'

one of the most mentioned opposing points between Mileven and Byler are their first words to Mike. El's first word to Mike was 'no' while Will's was 'yes'.

'no' vs 'you said yes'

i think it's sort of on the nose to mention that the first thing El does is disagree with Mike while the first thing Will does is to agree with with him.

2. 'Understanding'

the most obvious parallel between Mileven and Byler is during Mike's scenes with both Will and El in season 4.

In this scene, Mike and El are arguing because Mike doesn't tell her he loves her. She uses the line that is directly paralleled to his conversation with Will.

'you never say it' 'i say it' vs 'i didn't say it' 'you didn't have to'

this scene so simply means that El needs to be reassured by Mike that he still loves her because his actions are not saying it or even displaying it.

her asking for this reassurance immediately disapproves the argument that he just can't say 'ily' because of his parents. even if he can't say it, he can still show it through his actions. her asking for this means that he hasn't been showing her that he loves her especially with scenes like:

'what did you do' and 'she didn't look fine'

she needs to still hear that he loves her. she can't read that he does.

the whole 'i didn't say it' 'you didn't have to' scene opposes them exactly with mike saying that he doesn't need words to understand what Will was saying. Will's actions were enough for Mike to understand him.

this further proves my point when we take into account that Mike had no idea El was lying to him the whole time in rink-o-mania. he didn't clock that she was uncomfortable with Angela and her friends when they came up to her.

even when Angela took her away, mike wasn't responsive. only when Will outwardly stated that something was wrong did he actually have a reaction.

and even in this scene where mike is calling out to el but she runs away from him instead is not just her being embarrassed in front of him but also her not reading him as someone who would be able to comfort her.

he isn't someone she finds comfort in anymore. she literally wants to hide herself away from him. and even then, she begs Angela to tell Mike that it was all just a joke and that they are really friends because she doesn't understand Mike enough to know that he would still love her and regardless of it. that she would still be someone 'cool' in his eyes without all these lies.

but she doesn't.

Will and Mike, on the other hand have a whole other relationship dynamic. they don't need words to understand each other because they can read the other based on only actions.

will understood mike's expressions enough to know that he needs reassurance during the desert scene and mike clocking will enough to know that he wasn't enjoying himself in the roller rink. in the second scene, Mike uses Will's actions (rolling your eyes, moping) to determine that Will was annoyed and moody the whole day, there was no need for Will to even say it.

byler doesn't need to say anything to know each other while mileven does.

more parallels in part 3.

------------------------------------------------------------ i would like to make clear that these are my interpretations of the scenes, it doesn't mean they r actually canon. these are just observations made by me. this is part two of the parallels between ships. thank you for reading!!

[verycoolusername1]

You'll Taste Me Too

Summary: Ethan gets ready for a date and you don't like it one bit.

Track 1 of short n' sweet - taste

Warning! Slightly suggestive at the end lmao

A/N: idk how I wrote three imagines for Ethan in just one sitting... like I got school work to do 😭

You were almost starting to hate it how your best friend was an actual heartthrob. He went on so many dates than you can count but always came back alone, most of them just wanting fame.

"Do you think I should wear this shirt or this one?" Ethan held up two shirts in front of you.

You were scrolling on your phone, unamused.

"Aren't they the same shirt?" You asked, annoyed.

"What, no! Completely two different ones." Ethan argued. "This one has a completely different logo."

"And their both merchandise of our school." You replied. "Why do you care so much about this date anyway?"

"Because she's super cool." Ethan said like it was obvious.

"A lot of people are super cool." You joked.

"But she's... she's different. And she actually kind of looks like you." Ethan explained.

"You think I'm her twin or something?" You asked.

Ethan hit you on the arm. "Believe me, if you two were twins, I'd think I would know. Now which shirt?"

"The navy blue one." You answered honestly.

"Knew you'd pick that one." Ethan mumbles as he puts it on in front of you.

"A sight I'll never get tired of seeing." You mutter as you look up at his upper body.

Ethan chuckles. "You flatter me."

"I try too." You laugh.

"Well, you're very good at it, you know. Give yourself some credit." Ethan reassures you.

Your face flushed at Ethan's words, but you cleared your throat not letting it show.

"Yeah, thanks." You smiled softly. "It's cause of the rom-coms we've been watching."

"Oh yeah, they've been good so far. What's next on the list." Ethan asked.

"Hmm ten things I hate about you?" You suggested.

Ethan's eyes lit up. "I never watched that one when I get back definitely."

You gasped. "You never watched the iconic Shakespeare adaptation? Have you been living under a rock?"

"Well, I lived in Canada my whole life." Ethan chuckles. "Maybe that's why."

You shook your head. "No, it's clearly because you're uncultured and hang out with too many boys. Do you even know what Twilight is?"

"Twilight?" Ethan looked at you.

You groaned. "I'm gonna have to make a list of movies for to watch."

Ethan's eyes widened. "You wouldn't."

"I would." Your voice was stern.

You turned your attention back to your phone. Unaware of the audience you were currently having.

"What are you looking at?" You looked at him with a questionable look.

"You." He says instantly. "The lighting makes you look like a greek god or something."

"Well, are you gonna be specific and tell me which one or?" You chuckled.

Ethan laughed alongside you. "I would but... I don't know any of them."

"Hmm looks like Percy Jackson watch party is in order." You teased before checking the clock. "What time was your date again?"

"4 o'clock why?" Ethan asked.

"It's 4:15 Ethan." You told him.

Ethan got up immediately to your words and rushed his jacket on.

"Go on your date. Have fun, but remember -" You started.

"Not too much fun." Ethan finishes your sentence with a wink.

Ethan heads for the door. "I'll be back!"

"Okay!" You yelled back.

Three hours have passed since Ethan left. You couldn't help but think he went to first base so quickly. You were about to go to bed when you heard a knock on the door.

You were confused. Who would come to your dorm this late in the night?

You opened the door and found Ethan standing there, breathless.

"Ethan? What- what are you doing-" You cut off by Ethan aggressively kissing you.

You broke the kiss, in shock. "Ethan?"

"I realized something... I-I have feelings for you Y/N... today during my date all I could think about was you." Ethan confessed.

You opened the door wider to let him in and then shut it.

"You don't have to say anything or do anything for that matter, but you let me in your dorm, so I'm taking that as a good sign." Ethan talks to himself.

"I have feelings for you too." You blurted out.

Ethan was quick to look back at you and moved closer. You leaned in and kissed him, more softer than he had done minutes prior.

The kiss became more heated the more desperate the two of you became.

"I know we said tonight, but... can we continue the movie marathon tomorrow?" Ethan kisses your neck.

You nodded almost instantly. "Oh yeah definitely, this is way more important."

Ethan grinned at your words. "Way more important." He repeated your words as he took off his shirt.

[buddierecs]

humour/crack buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

nobody knows you, baby, the way i do by allyasavedtheday "buck and eddie bet hen and chimney that they know each other better than they do and a rivalry ensues. featuring one-upmanship, codependency, ravi as reluctant quizmaster and eddie believing his will is the ultimate trump card." word count: 3.7k important tags: humour, fluff, bet & wagers, feelings realization, first kiss 1001 reasons not to get drunk with your sisters boyfriend by: withmeornotatall "buck and chimney have a little too much fun on a night out and end up in a tattoo shop. when the tattoo artist asks what buck wants, he can't decide between eddie and christopher." word count: 4.3k important tags: drunken shenanigans, tattoos, possessive!eddie, getting together, sloppy makeouts, team as family the one where the 118 play "never have i ever" & chaos ensures by: dylaesthetics "playing never have i ever during a slow shift goes as well as you can probably expect." word count: 3.1k important tags: team as family, love confessions, teasing, friends to lovers, first kiss the kermit verse by: hattalove "how is eddie diaz like kermit the frog? let buck and christopher count the ways." word count: 8.7k important tags: christopher diaz is a national treasure, getting together, first kiss, memes those two firefighters by: darkfairytale "#thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in LA are a thing or not." word count: 64k important tags: crack treated seriously, oblivious!buddie, internet, social media, slow burn does your firehouse know? by: allyasavedtheday after chimney accidentally discovers buck and eddie are together they ask him to keep it a secret for a few weeks while they settle into their relationship. it goes about as well as expected. word count: 7.5k important tags: secret relationship, fluff, crack, pov outsider woke up the girl who looked just like you, i almost said your name by: rarakiplin "five times Eddie dates a guy a little too similar to Buck, and one time he dates the real deal." word count: 8.9k important tags: 5+1 things, jealous!evan buckley, getting together, pov outsider i just wanna tell you how i'm feeling by: calvingseason "healing through shitty memes sure is cathartic." word count: 7.6k important tags: memes, getting together, coming out, first kiss, love confessions yours apparently by: smilingbuckley "buck and eddie are accused of hiding their relationship... even though they're not together." word count: 7.3k important tags: misunderstandings, different know they were dating, feelings realisation, first kiss, idiots in love good luck, babe by: hattalove "sometimes, when you've had a bad week, all you want is a romantic evening out with your wife over terrible pizza, and what you get instead is some kind of intricate gay ritual happening two tables away from you." word count: 2.1k important tags: outsider pov, tommy kinard, marisol, social media, jealous!eddie diaz you were looking at me first by: hattalove "in which buck likes to be naked when he's at home, and eddie likes it when buck feels at home under his roof. these are two things that can definitely coexist." word count: 3.4k important tags: nudity, getting together, first kiss, gay disaster!eddie diaz the ducking of evan buckley by: browney3dgirl6 "buck doesn’t have any ducks for his jeep. eddie decides to fix that. aka 5 times eddie secretly leaves ducks for buck, and the one time he hands one right to him." word count: 13k important tags: 5+1 things, bad puns, soft!buddie, christopher diaz is a national treasure, oblivious!evan buckley, idiots in love say (don't) go by: bccalling eddie starts dropping hints he wants more kids. buck assumes he means with marisol. buck spirals about it. eddie does not mean with marisol. word count: 20k important tags: pre-relationship, getting together, kid fic, mutual pining, domestic fluff

[winchesterwild78]

The Arrangement pt 2

Part 1

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: angst, loneliness, pregnancy

A/N: Sorry I’ve been away for a while. Been dealing with life, the NJ convention and end of the year craziness. I hope to be back more. I’ve needed to write. This story will be in several parts. It’s just a crazy rollercoaster ride of a story that popped in my head. It’s full of angst and heartbreak, but I think it’s a good one. 

This is not real like and doesn’t depict it. It’s FICTION! No disrespect to Jensen or his family. 

Minors DNI 18+

The bright lights of the studio were a familiar torment. Jensen and I sat side-by-side on a plush sofa, a picture of marital bliss for the cameras. My smile was plastered on, a practiced, aching curve of my lips. Jensen, ever the professional, had slipped seamlessly into the role of devoted husband, his hand resting casually on my knee, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at me. It was a performance so convincing, it almost made me forget the cold reality of our mornings.

The interviewer, a perky woman with an overly enthusiastic demeanor, beamed at us. "Six months in! It's simply wonderful to see you two so happy." She gestured grandly between us. "You’ve truly become a fan favorite couple. Everyone wants to know... what's next for the Ackles-Smith union?"

Jensen chuckled, a warm, inviting sound that made my stomach clench. "Well, we're just enjoying this chapter, really," he began, launching into a well-rehearsed spiel about busy schedules and cherishing quiet moments. I nodded along, chiming in with pre-approved anecdotes about our 'shared love' for obscure documentaries and early morning hikes.

Then, the interviewer leaned forward, her voice dropping conspiratorially. "Speaking of the future," she paused, her gaze sweeping between us, "the fans are absolutely buzzing with speculation. With such a strong, loving bond, is there a pitter-patter of tiny feet in your near future? Are we going to see a little Ackles running around soon?"

The question hung in the air, a sudden, jarring note in our carefully composed symphony. My heart leaped into my throat. Tiny feet? A baby? The thought was absurd, cruel even, given the desolate landscape of our actual marriage. I could feel Jensen's hand still on my knee, but it felt like a lead weight. I dared a glance at him. His smile had stiffened, his eyes betraying a flicker of something unreadable – panic? Discomfort?

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. How were we supposed to answer this? How could we even pretend such a possibility existed when our bed was shared by another woman, and my heart was already crumbling into dust?

The interviewer’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "So, a little Ackles running around soon?"

My breath hitched, my eyes darting to Jensen. His hand, still on my knee, remained perfectly still. I felt a subtle tension ripple through him, a tightening of the muscles that only someone as intimately close as a stage-managed spouse might notice. For a split second, I saw a flash of something akin to panic in his eyes, quickly masked.

Then, Jensen’s famous PR training kicked in. He let out a soft, low chuckle, the kind that always charmed audiences. It was a practiced sound, warm and endearing, but it didn't quite reach the deeper notes of genuine amusement. He squeezed my knee, a gesture of faux affection that was purely for the cameras, and turned his gaze to the interviewer.

"Well, you know," he began, his voice smooth and confident, "we're both incredibly blessed with our careers right now. And, of course, with each other." He offered me a quick, fleeting smile that was all surface, no depth. "We're focusing on enjoying this amazing journey we're on, building our foundation, and cherishing every moment." He paused, letting the implication hang in the air, then added with a charming wink, "We'll definitely keep everyone updated if there's any big news on that front. But for now, we're just soaking it all in."

It was a perfectly crafted non-answer, deflecting the question without actually denying anything. It hinted at a future possibility without committing to it, maintaining the illusion of a blissful, thriving marriage. I forced myself to nod along, a silent accomplice in the charade, even as my stomach churned with the bitter irony of his words.

Jensen's perfectly PR-polished answer about "building our foundation" and "cherishing every moment" had successfully navigated the child question, but my stomach remained in knots. I kept my expression neutral, nodding as if in agreement, even as the words felt like ash in my mouth.

Then, the interviewer’s bright gaze swiveled to me, her smile unwavering. "And for you," she began, her voice brimming with a performative empathy, "how has it been, being married to America's most eligible bachelor? And," she leaned in slightly, as if sharing a delightful secret, "the thought of having his children?"

The question hit me like a physical blow, stripping away my carefully constructed composure. America's most eligible bachelor. The title, so celebrated, felt like a brand on my skin, marking me as the woman who'd been chosen for convenience, not desire. The irony was suffocating. His children? The thought was a grotesque mockery. How could I even conceive of a child with a man who shared his bed with another woman, a man whose touch was a performance, whose presence in my life was a constant reminder of my own profound emptiness?

My mind raced, frantically searching for a socially acceptable answer, a way to deflect without shattering the carefully constructed facade. My heart hammered, a frantic drum against my ribs. I could feel Jensen's subtle shift beside me, a barely perceptible tension that told me he, too, was waiting for my response. The cameras seemed to magnify every flicker of emotion on my face, every slight tremor in my hands.

"It's... it's certainly been an experience," I managed, my voice a little breathless, a little too tight. I forced a weak, wavering smile. "Jensen is, of course, incredibly charming, and dedicated to his work. And to our..." I hesitated, searching for the right word, "partnership." The word tasted like dust.

"As for children," I continued, forcing myself to meet the interviewer's expectant gaze, "it's... it's a big step. A truly profound commitment." I gripped my hands in my lap, trying to project a serene thoughtfulness rather than the swirling chaos within. "And like Jensen said, we're really focusing on building that strong foundation first. Making sure we're truly ready for such a monumental responsibility, both as individuals and as a couple." It was another non-answer, a polite evasion, but it felt like a gargantuan effort to even string the sentences together. My palms were sweating, and I could feel a tremor starting in my fingers. The thought of bearing his child, a child that would be part of a family so fractured and fake, was a suffocating weight.

My evasive answer about "building that strong foundation" seemed to satisfy the interviewer. She offered a bright, approving smile and smoothly shifted the conversation, directing questions towards Jensen about his upcoming filming schedule and then to me about managing public appearances alongside my own work. The tension in my shoulders eased infinitesimally as we navigated the safer waters of professional commitments.

We were deep into a discussion about balancing demanding careers with a "newlywed" life when the interviewer's eyes suddenly widened. She reached up, touching her earpiece, her expression morphing from genial interest to stunned surprise. She nodded, listening intently, her gaze flicking between Jensen and me with an unreadable mix of shock and… something else. Almost pity.

"Hold on a moment," she murmured into her mic, then pulled her hand away from her ear. Her smile was gone, replaced by a look of profound awkwardness. She cleared her throat, her voice dropping, losing its usual perky lilt.

She looked directly at Jensen, then at me, her eyes clouded with an almost apologetic glint. "Jensen, Y/N," she began, her voice hesitant, "I'm just being told... there's a story that has just gone viral on the internet. It's... quite significant, and we need your response immediately."

My blood ran cold. A viral story? Now? My heart began to pound a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I saw Jensen's brow furrow, a flicker of genuine concern crossing his face for the first time in the entire interview.

The interviewer took a deep breath, her gaze settling squarely on Jensen. "Isabella just gave an interview," she announced, her voice flat with a sort of morbid disbelief. "And she told everyone... she's pregnant. With your baby."

The words hung in the air, a grotesque echo in the brightly lit studio. The comfortable hum of the cameras suddenly felt like a roar. My breath hitched, a gasp trapped in my throat. The room spun. Pregnant. With his baby. My vision blurred at the edges, the carefully constructed world of our fake marriage shattering into a million sharp, undeniable pieces.

The interviewer's words hung in the air, a cruel, undeniable truth. "Isabella just gave an interview... she's pregnant. With your baby."

My head snapped towards Jensen. His eyes, usually so carefully guarded, were wide with a raw, unadulterated shock that mirrored my own. For the first time, I saw genuine fear in them, not just the practiced discomfort of a celebrity caught off-guard. His carefully constructed facade had crumbled, revealing the man beneath, trapped and exposed.

My throat went bone dry, every muscle in my body seizing. The air in the studio seemed to thicken, making it impossible to breathe. The bright lights felt like a spotlight on my sudden, brutal agony. The distant hum of the cameras suddenly sounded like a roaring judgment.

The interviewer, her face now etched with professional urgency, leaned forward. "Jensen, Y/N," she pressed, her voice unwavering despite the palpable tension. "We need a response. Immediately."

The world tilted, the air thick with the unspoken truth. Isabella was pregnant. With Jensen's baby. My eyes were locked on his, seeing the raw panic mirroring my own, before the interviewer's demand for a response snapped us back to the searing reality of the studio.

Just as the interviewer opened her mouth to press us again, a sharp, authoritative voice cut through the stunned silence. "That's enough for today."

Jensen's manager, a stern woman named Evelyn, strode into the frame from off-camera, her face a mask of controlled fury. She didn't spare a glance for the interviewer, her focus entirely on us. "We will look into this matter and issue an official statement later today," she announced, her voice leaving no room for argument. "The interview is over."

She didn't wait for a reply. Her hand was suddenly on Jensen's arm, tugging him firmly to his feet. Before I could even fully register the sudden shift, her other hand was on my back, ushering me off the sofa with surprising force. The lights of the studio seemed to glare even brighter as Evelyn practically herded us away, past the stunned interviewer and the silent crew.

The last thing I heard before the door swung shut behind us was the interviewer's voice, barely a whisper: "Cut the feed."

We were practically shoved into the waiting black SUV, the leather seats cold against my trembling legs. The door slammed shut with a definitive thud, cutting off the lingering chaos of the studio. Evelyn slid into the front passenger seat, her posture rigid, a phone already pressed to her ear, speaking in hushed, urgent tones.

The driver, a discreet man named Frank, pulled away from the curb smoothly, the city traffic a blur outside the tinted windows. Inside the car, the air was thick, suffocatingly so, with a silence that screamed louder than any argument. Jensen was beside me, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitching. Not once did he look at me. Not once did he acknowledge the shattered remains of my composure. I stared straight ahead, a hollow ache where my heart used to be, the reality of Isabella's pregnancy a relentless hammer against my temples.

The drive home was a blur of quiet dread. Each mile brought us closer to the house that had become my gilded cage, a place where a woman I was forced to call my husband openly loved another.

When Frank finally pulled up to the imposing gates of the estate, the familiar ironwork seemed to mock me. Evelyn was out of the car almost before it stopped, already on a new call, her voice a low, furious murmur. Jensen followed her, his stride long and purposeful, still not looking at me. I lingered for a moment, gathering what little dignity I had left, before stepping out into the cool evening air.

We gathered in the sprawling, impersonal living room, a space that felt more like a hotel lobby than a home. Evelyn hung up her phone, her face grim, her eyes like chips of ice. She didn't mince words.

"This is a disaster," Evelyn stated, her voice sharp and precise, cutting through the heavy silence. She looked directly at Jensen, her gaze unwavering. "Jensen, what the hell happened? You assured me she was discreet, that this was handled." Her voice dropped to a furious whisper. "A live interview? Announcing a pregnancy? Do you have any idea what kind of damage control this is going to require?"

Then her gaze flickered to me, a momentary pause, before returning to Jensen. "We have less than an hour before every major news outlet has this as their lead story. Our legal team is already drafting statements. We're going to deny, deny, deny. Call it a malicious rumor, a desperate attempt for attention on her part. But this is going to be messy. Very, very messy."

She ran a hand through her short, practical hair. "Your image is paramount. We need a solid, impenetrable front. That means you two," she gestured between Jensen and me, "need to be seen together, looking united, devastated by this 'slanderous accusation.'" Her eyes were cold, calculating. "We need to sell the world on your unshakable love more than ever. And I mean ever."

Evelyn's words, "We need to sell the world on your unshakable love more than ever. And I mean ever," hung in the air, a grotesque echo of the lie we lived. My heart, already shattered into a million pieces by Isabella's brutal announcement, felt the full, crushing weight of this loveless marriage. All the carefully constructed walls I'd built around my pain crumbled.

A scoff escaped my lips before I could stop it. It was a raw, involuntary sound, laced with a bitter mix of disbelief and utter despair. It wasn't meant for Evelyn, not really. It was a reaction to the sheer absurdity of the situation, to the cruel cosmic joke that was my life. The sound was small, but in the suffocating silence of the room, it felt like a thunderclap.

Evelyn's sharp gaze immediately snapped to me, her eyes narrowing. Jensen, who had been staring blankly at a spot on the wall, finally turned his head, his own eyes now fixed on my face. The weight of their combined stares was almost unbearable.

Evelyn's sharp gaze immediately snapped to me, her eyes narrowing at my involuntary scoff. For a fleeting second, I thought she might tear into me, demand an explanation for my insubordination. But her focus was too laser-sharp on the crisis at hand, her fury reserved for the monumental mess Isabella had created.

Instead of acknowledging my defiance directly, Evelyn's mouth thinned into a grim line, and she turned her steely gaze back to Jensen, effectively dismissing my emotional outburst. Her voice dropped, becoming even more clipped and imperative.

"This isn't just about denials, Jensen," Evelyn stated, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We need to counter this with an overwhelming display of devotion. Authenticity, even if it's manufactured." She paused, then delivered the next directive like a cold, calculated blow. "You need to start posting candid pictures. Immediately. Pictures of you two," she gestured between us, her hand sweeping dismissively in my direction, "laughing, holding hands, looking in love. Not just posed red carpet shots. Everyday moments. Breakfast, walking the dog, watching a movie. We need to flood social media with your 'unbreakable bond'."

She looked at Jensen, her eyes boring into his. "Real, unscripted moments. Make them believe it. Make them feel it. We need to bury this 'pregnant girlfriend' story under an avalanche of marital bliss."

Evelyn's demand for "candid" posts, for manufactured intimacy, felt like the final, unbearable straw. My heart, already a mosaic of fractured pain, simply couldn't take any more.

Jensen, his face still pale but hardening into a familiar resolve, met Evelyn's gaze. "Understood," he said, his voice clipped, devoid of any warmth. "I'll get on it." The words were an agreement, a surrender to the relentless machinery of his public life.

But I couldn't. I simply couldn't. The thought of feigning tenderness, of smiling into a camera lens while my soul was screaming, was abhorrent. My legs, which felt like lead just moments ago, suddenly propelled me forward. I pushed myself up from the sofa, the movement stiff and ungraceful.

"I can't," I whispered, the word a raw, guttural sound that was barely audible even to myself. I didn't wait for a response, didn't look at either of them. My eyes were fixed on the doorway, my only escape. The opulent living room, with its heavy drapes and polished surfaces, felt like a cage closing in. I had to get out. I had to breathe.

With a desperate surge of adrenaline, I turned and practically ran from the room, the sounds of Evelyn's sharp intake of breath and Jensen's stunned silence fading behind me as I bolted towards the solitude of my own desperate corner of the house.

The familiar click of my bedroom door shutting behind me was the only sound I wanted to hear. The opulent space, meant to be a sanctuary, had always felt more like a luxurious prison. Now, it was just a temporary staging ground for my escape. Evelyn's words, Jensen's agreement, the thought of smiling for fake "candid" photos while Isabella carried his child – it all coalesced into a single, overwhelming truth: I couldn't do this anymore. This was the final straw that broke me.

My hands moved almost mechanically, driven by a raw, primal need to flee. I pulled a duffel bag from the back of my closet, the one I used for quick trips, and started stuffing clothes into it indiscriminately. A few pairs of jeans, a couple of sweaters, a t-shirt. I grabbed my passport, my wallet, and my phone. No jewelry, no designer clothes, nothing that tied me to this gilded cage. I didn't care about the PR marriage anymore, not about the carefully constructed image, not about the fallout. My heart had shattered, and the pieces were too small to mend, too sharp to ignore. All that mattered was getting out.

The bag was light, reflecting the few material things I truly valued now. I zipped it shut, the sound a small victory. Taking a deep, trembling breath, I walked towards the bedroom door, then down the grand staircase, my footsteps echoing unnaturally loud in the silent house. Each step was a defiance, a reclaiming of myself.

As I reached the grand foyer, the massive front door looming like a gateway to freedom, I saw them. Evelyn stood near the living room entrance, phone still to her ear, her face etched with a fresh wave of frustration. Jensen was a few feet away, leaning against the archway, his arms crossed, his gaze distant.

They both looked up, simultaneously, as I reached the door. Evelyn's eyes widened, dropping her phone arm slowly. Jensen's head lifted, his jaw slacked, his expression morphing from detached pensiveness to utter disbelief. My duffel bag, clutched in my hand, was all the explanation they needed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Evelyn's voice, though hushed, carried the sharp edge of a razor. Jensen just stared, his eyes wide and unreadable.

I didn't answer. I just reached for the doorknob, the cool metal, a promise of liberation.

I yanked the heavy front door open, the cool evening air a jolt against my skin. My heels clicked rapidly across the flagstone path, the duffel bag thumping against my hip with each desperate stride. I fumbled for my car keys, the metal cold and slick in my trembling hand. The familiar gleam of my old, reliable sedan, parked discreetly at the side of the sprawling driveway, felt like a beacon of hope.

Just as my fingers wrapped around the car door handle, I heard them.

"Wait! Get back here!" Evelyn's voice, sharp and furious, cut through the quiet night.

I glanced over my shoulder. They were hot on my heels. Evelyn, her face contorted with a mixture of disbelief and strategic panic, was power-walking across the gravel. Jensen was right beside her, his long strides easily closing the distance, his eyes wide and unreadable in the dim light. They looked like a perfectly orchestrated pursuit, the publicist and the celebrity, but this time, the target was me.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of impending freedom. I ripped open the car door, threw the duffel bag onto the passenger seat, and practically dove into the driver's seat.

"Don't you dare!" Jensen's voice, raw and desperate, reached me just as my hand found the ignition.

My hand twisted the key in the ignition, and with a satisfying growl, the engine roared to life. The familiar vibration of the car beneath me was a tangible connection to my freedom, a defiant heartbeat against the chaos unfolding around me.

"Don't you dare!" Jensen's voice, raw and desperate, cut through the night just as the engine caught.

I looked up, my breath catching in my throat. He was no longer just beside Evelyn; he had moved. Jensen stood directly in front of the car, bathed in the sudden glare of my headlights, his silhouette stark against the dark house. His arms were spread slightly, a human barrier, his face a mask of desperation and something unreadable.

Evelyn skidded to a halt beside him, her chest heaving, her expression a mix of fury and genuine alarm. "Get out of the car!" she practically shrieked, her voice losing all professional composure. "You are making a monumental mistake!"

But my eyes were fixed on Jensen. He was a wall, an obstacle to my escape, a living embodiment of everything I was running from. The cold, empty marriage; the public charade; Isabella's pregnancy; the crushing weight of a life not my own. It all coalesced into a fierce, blinding anger.

My grip tightened on the steering wheel, my knuckles white. My voice, when it came, was surprisingly steady, a low, dangerous growl. "Move, Jensen."

I didn't ask. I commanded.

Part 3

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[woahsayer]

what do you think of Berdly deltarune?

Honestly, and this is rare for UTDR, the way Berdly is written doesn't completely sit right with me. In Ch. 2 it seems like he's getting set up for an "asshole with a heart of gold" character arc, kind of like what Susie got in Ch. 1. He has a backstory that's not really "tragic," but definitely makes him a lot more understandable and sympathetic, especially to an audience full of nerds and gamers. He was willing to take a lot of pain to save his friends towards the end of the chapter. But after the chapter wraps up, it's like that whole subplot never happened, and he goes back to being That Asshole Classmate who nobody wants to hang out with. Makes you feel bad for the guy.

It's like the game can't decide whether or not to make him a joke character, obviously not including the weird route where all the jokes stop regardless

It's just an anomaly that Berdly gets Jerry from Undertale levels of hate from everyone else in the game. There's nothing wrong with him, he's just annoying.

He's also the character who, out of everyone in Kris's class, feels the most like a CHILD, almost more than a teenager. He has an adult's vocabulary and a child's mindset. I hope we see more of him, and I hope the narrative gives him a little more gravity without making him TOO serious of a character. I hope someone is nice to him at some point

[alastorsfuckassbob]

You're Never Fully Dressed-

Alastorxfem!reader

oh boy everyone's favorite! Please I have never written before, I just figured I'd give it a shot it was 1:35 and I was not feeling sleepy so an hour later here it is, its not edited so SORRY ABOUT THAT- all of my friends are normal and would definitely not proof read this hot garbo!

Basic Plot!! Yikes another song fic i know i KNOWW, the reader knew our good pal Al in her life but oopsies he "left" her (he died duh) and now shes taking a sad hot girl bubble bath to reminisce!!

Lyrics are bolded, past events Italics for the most part.

ALSO Please DNI if you're a minor k thanks bye!! You are responsible for your own internet consumption, so here are the warnings! If you don't want to view that ✨dont✨

Warnings include:

-Swearing

-Violence

-Alcohol Use but not abuse! (its hell duh)

-Abusive Relationships

-Slight Innuendo but not a strong one!

-Angst

The fire danced, flitting left and right. It was different than any other fire set in hell, it wasn't meant to hurt anyone or destroy anything. It was just a small flame, melancholically melting the dripping wax down the white lilac scented pillar. Floral scents were hard to come by unless you made them yourself, it was hell after all, its not like theres a flower garden planted on every corner. The candles single wick didn't produce more than a drop of light. It just flickered every now and then, entertaining its own little lonesome sway. Your demeanor softened as you looked at it from the petal filled bath you currently resided in.

Oddly you felt at peace, understood, almost comforted. You had learned to dance the same way it seemed. You caught yourself when you fell, twisting and turning to please an audience. It was a cruel existence. At least the flame looked content in some way, at least it would never know what it was like to contort under the will of another. Yet it was still a light in darkness, shining for no other reason than to survive...All it could ever do was take, even if it didn't want to, fire needs to burn. To burn it must destroy. You sighed sinking deeper into the bubbly water. You didn't want to think about your past. Not anymore. You didn't have to anymore anyway. Life had not been kind to you and that constant displeasure followed you through your death and into the pits of hell. Funny how suffering could follow biting desperately at your heels and the man who was so "desperately" in love with you in life just couldn't find it within himself to stay...God you sounded bitter. To be fair you were. After all he had ruined your life and he didn't even know it...It wasn't that bad was it? You probably would still be in hell regardless, even without his "involvement" or lack of- you had always been a sinner. It wasn't worth it to be upset, not anymore he's most likely dead, you definitely are, whose to say if he'd even wind up down here. You paused a moment, laughing at the silly conclusion overthinking had led you to.. no that fucker is definitely in hell. Sweet as he was up front, he had a dark side that went much deeper than his soft exterior could cover. You closed your eyes..

1923- Central New Orleans

Suddenly it was 1923. The flower lined streets of late spring in New Orleans. His smile never wavering as he dragged you from store to store. As your dear companion, and biggest supporter, he had asked you to assist him at the radio station. Now that you had finished school you would need a job anyway. You'd always had a beautiful voice and a knack for writing. It just made sense. His hand squeezed yours lightly pulling you from your thoughts. In his hands, he held a burgundy day dress and a matching bow.

"Darling, would you try this on for me? I believe it is high time you were rewarded for all of your hard work. I believe you would simply sparkle in this color"

You smile softly at his gentle tone, taking the delicate dress in your hands. You find yourself caught in his eyes. It feels like you two are the only people on the planet

You feel the familiar sensation of tears on your face, you open your eyes again, you hadn't realized you'd started crying.

you let out the shrill scream you didn't know you were holding in. the fluke of champagne you had so tediously been savoring since you began your bath cracked slightly. You downed the rest of the glass, and grabbed the bottle sitting lazily on the floor. You didn't want to think about him or your life anymore...but it consumed you. You had so many more important things to fret about in your..current..environment. Songs to sing, bitches to kill, people to fuck. A grand glorious array of newer shinier problems, and yet you were stuck sulking about the past. You take a deep breath shaking slightly despite the warm vanilla scented water surrounding you. You remove your hand from the water motioning to the shadow hiding behind a vase (of no more than slightly wilted roses). It slinks forward at your beckoning, climbing to the white marble countertop of your vanity, it clicks the worn down knob of your rickety old radio. light jazzy music trickles out and fills the air with lovesick nostalgia you weren't entirely prepared to let in. No matter what he had done...you would always fall back to him. Even if he was nothing more than ill-fated failed fourteen year "endeavor". fourteen years is quite a long time, even if the majority of it was spent more or less platonically. You really did love him. Love doesn't always follow those that leave, you are testimony and truth to that. You let your mind wander guided by the static filled notes of the radio.

Hey, hobo man

Hey, Dapper Dan

You've both got your style

But brother

You're never fully dressed

Without a smile!

Even through the shudder of the static, it really did sound like him. Despite being the "host" of the station. He had his fair share of performances. For such a Hell bound soul he had the voice of an angel.

You close your eyes once again and allow the melody to take you back to an easier time.

1926- New Orleans, Your apartment

You sing along with whatever tune the radio gives you. You're at peace, simply existing for no other reason than to be with your friend.

"Dance with me my little canary, your voice lights a fire within me"

He pulls you in by the waist. His hands splayed across your hips holding them with a gentleness you'd never expected him to hold for you. He leans his head down against the yours and places a chaste kiss on your forehead

"Alastor" you giggle, the sensation tickling you slightly. "You are quite ridiculous"

"Ridiculous?" he feigns hurt. "My darling I am so far from ridiculous the word does not find sense within my ears" he spins you around and into his chest, you roll your eyes ignoring his antics

"Dearest are you aware you are speaking with the future of radio?"

"The future of radio? Please Love, don't jest. The 20s surely have more in store than you" You laugh into his chest and he shockingly laughs with you.

Neither of you know it but you are both so drunk on the sound. To you, his laugh sounds like the swift church bells that used to ring throughout your home town whenever someone got married. It feels familiar and yet like a distant memory. It makes you want to hear it over and over again until your ears stop working, and even then you'd settle in just fine feeling the vibrations of his chest. He sounds like home. To him, your laugh sounds like the rushing creek and smooth algae covered stones resting deep beneath the trees draped in Spanish moss of his mothers cabin in the woods. Just hearing your laugh he can feel the spotted sunlight speckling his freckled face underneath the big willow tree. You sound like home. Everything about you- it felt like home to him. His hands were crafted to hold soft curves of your body. His ears were made to hear your voice and your voice alone. You were purpose, his home. You don't know it, but it is that realization that sparked the idea of marriage into his heart.

That fire was put out not long after.

You at least had those nine years as his friend, three years as his "copain" if you will- and two years as his fiancée...and so many years alone. You only spent 14 years in the company of this man. You had lived before knowing him a good 17 years, and a good long bit after.

Why were you so stuck?

You hum along subconsciously, the objects in your bathroom begin to glow a familiar pink, levitating slightly in the air as you continue to hum. Your ability isn't weak by any means, but for some reason you were. You were nothing in comparison to hells overlords, especially the newest trio of Vs. Your power is so deeply connected to your voice, how can you hold power when it doesn't belong to you anymore? You drift back to the memory of your arrival. Scared, alone, dressed a great deal less than modestly, and equipped with nothing more than a pair of horns, some wings you couldn't quite use yet, and a thin devil like tail. It was only your third hour in hell. You didn't understand the rules. You were playing a twisted game in which you didn't realize you were just another piece of.

Shock can make a person anxious and fear will make them stupid. He was tall and smelled distinctly of cigars, soured whiskey, and something pungently sweet you couldn't name. It burned your nose as you inhaled it. You would become well aquatinted with the smell of lust in the years to come, you just didn't know it yet. It seemed innocent at first, just a simple contract, no different than a job. All you had to do was sing and dance at a club, in exchange for safety. But it was different and it wasn't innocent. He was cruel and yet no different than so many of the men you had dealt with in life. He agreed to your terms of anonymity and thats about it. You had your private life and his life. Valentino never played fair. You didn't know that yet, and now you're hells favorite sinner, a least no one knew it was you. If he had asked you another day later you would have realized you could have probably fended for yourself, with some difficulty anyway. At least you wouldn't have to be in this mess. You wouldn't be fucking six people before noon. You wouldn't be constantly covered in bruises and scars...Maybe you could have found him, Alastor that is. Maybe you could have at least been friends again. Its silly to hope for anything more since your romantic relationship ended...✨the way it did✨

Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly

They stand out a mile

But brother

You're never fully dressed

Without a smile!

1931- New Orleans, The river

The two of you sit beside each other in a small wooden row boat. Your hair is tied back with your signature crimson ribbon. He fiddles with the pocket of his jacket. The Louisiana soundscape of crickets, frogs and running water accompanies your conversation. Fireflies light up the air, almost bringing the stars down to your fingertips. With a buzz and a gentle green glow, the small creature lands on your hand. Your smile leaks wonderment and Alastor can hardly contain the love he feels for you.

As a Radio Host, he is quite agile in the way of words, yet something about you has him constantly at a loss. He takes a deep breath, unsure of what to say his voice wavers as he begins to speak.

"y/n, I want to thank you for the effect you've had in my lif-"

"My love look at the stars!" You didn't mean to cut him off, Your arms stretched upwards your face turning to meet his. The stars were so much brighter then they were in the city, it was only natural for you to be excited

"Yes doll, I see them, they're the same as they were last night and many many nights before hand"

You let out an impatient huff

"that doesn't make them any less beautiful." a mischievous glint hides in your eyes "now wouldn't it be so dreadfully terrible if I got bored looking at you just because I've already seen you before?" You fake a yawn and look at him eyes seething with boredom

"It would be so dreadful considering I was about to propose to you"

There is no other word to describe what you felt other than shocked. You had been an item for quite some time, but you never figured he would stick around (and "seal the deal" if you will).

Tears begin to run down your face rambling small words of agreement and love. You had never expected him to..love you that way. He was who he was, a dreadfully popular radio host, and you weren't really anything more than an assistant. People really only listened for him..yet in this moment, he was speaking only for you.

"I love you so dearly my y/n. If life without you exists I do not want to exist through it"

Who cares what they're wearing

On Main Street

Or Saville Row

1934: New Orleans, Alastor's house

The house was empty. He was gone. Fully and truly gone. It had been a year since you'd seen or heard from him and six months since the birth of your son. It didn't feel like your house, it didn't feel like your life anymore. It was all still his. His things still bled into your side of the closet, his last purchase, a book, dust encrusted and unread. The blankets and pillows set on the couch exactly as you both had left them after falling asleep to the rain the night before he left wordlessly. You found yourself sporting one of his shirts more often than your own...until eventually they didn't smell like him anymore. The whole house used to reek of his signature vanilla smell. Theres nothing left here but dust and the crooked board of the desk he insisted he could build himself "just fine".

It's what you wear from ear to ear

And not from head to toe

That matters

1936- New Orleans; ✨that shitty bar you performed at✨

"Get the fuck up you bitch"

You felt his hand tangle in your hair and pull you to your knees. All you could do was groan in pain.

"I'm so sorry it won't happen again I promise"

You mutter almost to yourself. He rolls his eyes shoving you into the counter smashing a glass in the process. Your vision blurs for a second seeing the glass shards decorating your h/c locks in a halo. You feel the blood trickle down your forehead.

"Do you think anyone else would hire you? A whore with nothing to her name and a useless ugly bastard child from god knows who?" You feel angered at his words. Insulting you is one thing, but your child?

But then it sinks in, he's right. The 30s are a sick decade, nothing progressive about them. No one else would hire you. You are lucky to work here..despite it all. You tell yourself anything is better than living on the streets. The mantra doesn't dull the pain but it makes it easier to put up with. You don't have a choice. You have a child to take care of.

"Get rid of him"

you stay silent unsure if you heard him correctly.

"Get rid of the boy. I don't care if you leave him in a box on the street or kill him yourself"

He reaches for a small silver knife under the bar's counter. He places it against your throat.

" y/n..You won't like it if I do it dearest, besides you are saving him the shame of having a mother like you. At least if he's adopted elsewhere he has a chance at a half decent life" he took a deep swig from his un-shattered glass of whiskey, looking at you with such deep distain.

You had never hated anyone the way you hated that man..But he was right. You would never be able to give your baby the best life. It would never get better because you couldn't make it better. So you found a young couple not to far from New Orleans, they took him in, and he got to be happy. he ended up living a successful life. He still is. If nothing else theres that. You know your own misery doesn't automatically allow others to be happier, but at times its what keeps you going.

Your mind is flooded with more and more thoughts. Thousands of little memories pilling themselves on top of you. Who would've thought, even deceased, even owned by Valentino, even trapped in an ever so violent place, the real plight of hell would be your thoughts. You light a cigarette and get out of the tub. You throw on a dark red robe and sit on the vanity's counter to brush your damp hair. The song continues into a jazzy interlude before it reprises again

Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly

They stand out a mile

But, brother

You're never fully dressed

You're never dressed

Without a smile

You stretch out your wings in the mirror, looking at your demonic self. No matter how many times you catch yourself in the mirror, even after ten years of this hellish existence. It still strikes you as odd. You look more or less the same. The same hair color and skin tone, although slightly more grey. The tail was just fucking weird no matter how long you had it. The song erupts into the finale distracting you from your thoughts. You begin to sing along with it, smiling softly. It really does sound like him. The same pink glow takes over the room as well as your body, Your eyes begin to glow that same soft pink, your hair floating above your shoulders.

Who cares what they're wearing

On Main Street

Or Saville Row

It's what you wear from ear to ear

And not from head to toe

You're never fully dressed without a smile

The last line comes out much quieter than the rest. A sense of sadness overtakes you once again as you realize how pathetic this whole night turned out. You'd spent the whole night "Simping", as Velvette would say, over a relationship that ended decades ago. Yikes. The static from the radio clicks up a few notches, You cover your ears at the sudden noise. You quickly reach for the dial in order to turn off the device..And then you hear it. You hear him.

"Dearest.." Its almost unintelligible through the static

You think you've finally fucking lost it. Ten years in Hell and you've officially gone "delulu"...another Velvette saying but it feels fitting.

“y/n.”

He called softly, the static in his voice heavy and nearly unreadable.

You almost didn't believe it.

"Y/n" He repeats the static fizzling out leaving his voice raw and almost natural. Fuck this was real. You didn’t respond. You didn’t know how to. You weren't sure if he could even hear you..how he would respond? Would it be worse if he did? It had been an entire decade since you fell, All of this time- he never bothered to contact you. Why now? Why so much later?... Had he forgotten about you? Did he just..die? You cant discern which is worse...that he had left you and your son and lived a long guilt free life...or that he made no attempt to even speak to you in the decade you had inhabited the same existence.

Ok that was all like exposition and shit..considering part two but I AM VERY TIRED RN

[captainventi]

Stars On Ice

The new season of Stars on Ice, a hit reality show where celebrities learn to skate alongside professional figure skaters, kicks off! Fateful encounters, first steps on the ice, grueling training sessions, and dazzling performances await the star-studded participants. And, of course, their main goal is to make an unforgettable first impression.

Episode 1. APT. (Rosé, Bruno Mars)

Pairing: celebrity!Caleb x figure skater!MC

Summary: An Olympic figure skater reunites with her childhood friend, now a popular baseball player, on the ice for a routine that turns unexpectedly personal, as they navigate old memories and unspoken feelings.

CW: figure skating!au, friendship, fluff and a little bit of awkwardness

Notes: this is one of the first episodes of the planned oneshot series that I hope I eventually finish. Post with all episodes (as soon as I write them) here. Caleb header from pinterest, dividers by @/saradika_graphics

One of my friends, a pair skater, once told me she spent some time skating with her ex — and that was a whole experience in itself. But honestly, I think my own story might just top hers now. How would you feel skating with the guy who stole your first awkward kiss during a game of spin the bottle? And even better — skating a routine about spin the bottle? Sounds like ready-made material for a stand-up show, doesn't it?

The main culprit clearly enjoys the joke that's gotten way out of hand. No, of course, he hasn’t gone blabbing to anyone about that embarrassing episode of my life — he’s way too good of a guy for that. For everyone else, we’re just two old friends performing a light, funny routine that’s a nostalgic nod to our good old sports college days. But he definitely loves smirking at me every chance he gets, making it very clear that the North remembers.

I honestly don't know if the producers of Stars on Ice, who paired me up with a popular baseball player, were aware that he actually used to be my next-door neighbor and my college buddy. Maybe they just figured we'd look good together and hoped for some Lady and the Tramp vibes — the graceful figure skater and the laid-back boy-next-door with a bat. Well, if that's the case, Caleb and I smashed those stereotypes right on our very first day: we ran into each other in the locker room and immediately broke into our college anthem — and then its much more inappropriate parody version. After our first practice, when he dragged me to a coffee shop suspiciously similar to the one by our main campus building, we were already reminiscing about the good old days, safely away from the all-seeing cameras.

That's when the infamous story resurfaced.

And, well... it was technically my fault. I mean, nobody made me say it. I just blurted it out, staring at his almost unchanged features I'd once known like the back of my hand:

“You know, I’ll lose it if the producers try to push any romantic stuff on us. I mean, come on, nothing’s gonna top that one spin the bottle disaster.”

“Well, at least none of the other pairs can brag about such a unique experience, right?” he smirked.

And he wasn’t wrong. That kind of comedy could only ever happen to us.

Somehow, it got to the point where we’re now skating to APT. — two young, goofy idiots in almost matching t-shirts and leather jackets. No sexy undertones, obviously. Purely brotherly. I mean, even our first kiss was purely brotherly... in its own deeply memorable way.

Caleb looks at me with that mischievous glint in his eyes, holding my hand as I lead him into the dance, silently asking, What else have you got, pipsqueak? How else are you gonna surprise me? And I deliver — maybe not surprising exactly him (we've been rehearsing this for three weeks, after all), but definitely surprising the audience: I leap onto him, and he instantly catches me, spinning around. It takes a lot of trust to attempt a lift like that with a rookie, and honestly, with anyone else, I probably wouldn't have dared. But this is Caleb — the same Caleb who never failed a trust fall test when we were kids, the same Caleb who always caught me whenever I crashed backward into him. It feels like catching me and carrying me around is as natural to him as breathing, smiling, or swinging a bat.

“Good job, pips,” he manages to whisper in my ear — how many times have I told him not to? He'll lose his breath just like that — but hey, he's not used to rhythmic sports, after all.

Naturally, he loses the beat a little, and I scramble to cover for him, improvising instead of doing our planned synchronized twizzles. I catch a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he immediately goes with it. He trusts me, too. And I know I need to learn to be a real partner — not just a solo skater anymore.

Things are different now. We have each other, and that changes everything.

"Don't do that during a program again," I tell him backstage as I hand him a water bottle — I’m dying of thirst myself after skating. "I get that emotions run high during a performance, but this isn’t a baseball game where you can just shout your thoughts right after a good pitch."

"Okay, okay, I won't," he says, giving me these big, apologetic puppy eyes. "It's just... you nailed that jump so perfectly, I couldn't help it. You're my little champ, how am I supposed to keep that in?"

And that casual "my" — you're my little champ — hits me like a bat to the back of the head. My? Since when? Who decided that I somehow belonged to him?

But I choose not to make a big deal out of it. Maybe it was just a slip of the tongue, nothing more.

Maybe I’m just overthinking things.

Maybe.

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

hmmm before taylor x player get together mayeb taylro gets asked about her in an interview?

Jimmy Fallon and a DM

taylor swift x fem!NHL!reader

note: not that good lol, sorry i loved the idea just got busy and i wanted to put it out sooner than later <3

Between the break for the USA and International leg of her tour, Taylor was set to appear on Jimmy Fallon. Waiting for her que, getting her hair fixed last second by the stylist, she hears the ‘Please welcome, Dr. Taylor Swift”  

The fans in the live audience cheered as Taylor stepped out onto the set, giving Jimmy a quick hug before sitting down. The cheering never stopped, “Thank you so much.” The woman said, addressing the crowd which only causes them to cheer more.

“We are just so happy you’re here! And I announced you as ‘Doctor’ this time. ""Yes. Thank you. But really I’m happy to be here.” “And we’re so excited to talk about the tour, so you’ve finished the USA leg. And you have announced The Eras Tour film, coming out worldwide October 13th! And it really is a record breaking tour!”

The crowd cheering again, an awkward smile on Taylor’s face, even after years it will always be weird to have people tell you all your accomplishments. 

“I mean, I've written some things down; the tour is already estimated to earn over $1 billion, your opening night in Glendale was the most-attended concert by a female artist ever in the U.S., and your tour has actually boosted the economy! I mean that’s amazing! That’s amazing.” “Thank you! That is so kind of you to say all that!” “Well it’s true!”

-

“And- y’know speaking of your athleticism in getting ready for the tour, a certain athlete in the NHL for the New Jersey Devils, said you were her celebrity crush. Did you see this?”

Of course Taylor had seen it. The clip was all over ‘SwiftTok’ a place she was very active in, with her secret account. And only her closest friends knew that she had in fact started to reciprocate the feelings. Growing a crush on the girl after watching clip after clip of her doing media, getting mic’d up, and answering the questions; and getting butterflies in her stomach whenever she hears Y/n mention her.

“Um, yes I did. I mean, Y/n L/n, she’s very talented and I really admire her, and how far she’s brought herself; and she is definitely far more athletic than me.”

A low chuckle coming from the crowd, Taylor thankful it was Jimmy interviewing her and not anyone else, who would want to press on the subject.

-

One thing about Y/n is she loves talk shows, reality TV, and award shows. So having a night off, Y/n decided to stay in and do her favourite activity, surfing the channels. And she happens to come across the Jimmy Fallon tonight show, with Taylor Swift in the seat adjacent to the host. And another thing about Y/n is whenever she sees Taylor Swift, she stops.

They were talking about her workout routine to get ready for the tour, which truly to Y/n sounded very impressive. Then they did something that at this time feels like the worst thing ever, yet will turn out to be the best thing to ever happen to her. 

Jimmy mentions a ‘certain athlete’. That’s what Y/n believed would end her life, hearing Taylor Swift talk about her confessing her brush on the woman. Hearing that your celebrity crush has heard what you’ve said about them, was probably her worst fear.

Before she could even hear what the woman was going to say, against her own will, Y/n turned off the TV, put on music and finally started to make dinner; something she was putting off before that became her alternative.

-

The early morning light of 5:30 am filtered through the curtains, Y/n getting out of bed and making her way into the bathroom, and getting ready; telling her google home to play her morning music, getting into her workout attire, before making her way into her kitchen and making a smoothie with her pre-workout. 

Only going on her phone in the elevator, the woman almost dropped her half-finished smoothie, and honestly she herself almost fell to the floor seeing the DM she had gotten.

Hey, Y/n

I’m sorry if talking about you on The Tonight Show in any way made you uncomfortable, but I really do admire you and I was wondering if you would ever want to go out sometime. It isn’t just you with the celebrity crush.

Lesson number one of how to kill Y/n, be Taylor Swift and ask her out.

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[tarotofhope]

PAC: 「Which Aspect of your life should you put more energy into」

(Please Read My Pinned post *IMPORTANT NOTE* before selecting a Pile)

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Pick an Image by meditating and selecting the image you feel called to. You can be attracted towards more than 1 image. If you are not able to select maybe this reading isn't for you.

*TRIGGER WARNING* Many strong trigger messages are there in Pile 2 and 5. It's almost calling out toxic habits/people because some people are focusing their energy on negative things. It's mostly talking about shadow aspects. That energy could be yours or someone you're currently closely dealing with.

It was very hard to write both these piles for me but I couldn't skip those because it was important to mention them.

Please don't take any offense, if you think you don't relate to those piles or if you feel uncomfortable reading them, you're free to choose another pile. Don't let a reading ruin your day and don't take it to your heart.

Pile 1

Wheel Of Fortune, The Fool, Ten Of Swords.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 1. You guys went through a lot of trouble because of your family patterns and beliefs/values or your ancestral trauma that has been carried down towards you by your family. There seems to be a lot of toxicity here. You don't like it and you're someone who doesn't want to carry it forward to your own offsprings as well which is such a righteous and courageous decision in itself. If you think you don't want to follow the same toxic pattern, you've already done half the work for your coming generations. That's very applaudable. The universe and your guides/angels will be so proud of you. This decision of yours itself is going to be a huge game changer which is why The Wheel Of Fortune appeared. It could be so that the elders of your family or your parents/guardian believe that, "We faced this trauma, this strictness from our parents so you're definitely going to have a taste of it. What's so wrong about it? It's normal." That's their toxic thinking which they inherited from the previous generations. One example I want to share here, which is very important. I was watching an asian stand-up comedy video on youtube where the guy(in his 40s) said to the young audience, "Your generation has become so sensitive that you cannot even handle beatings from your parents. You consider it as traumatic, toxic. You guys are so confused about your gender and sexual identity. Our generation suffered so much more than you but we never complained like you guys do. We never talked back to our parents/elders because we thought they can never be wrong. We accepted bad/toxic behaviour with ease and never argued back in defense and so we never complicated things for ourselves." But I believe, this kind of mindset of never speaking for yourself, never being curious to raise questions is always going to stunt your personal growth and development. If children are not questioning certain behaviours, parents must teach them to do so, that way parents can also win the trust of their children. Breaking toxic family patterns and creating a life full of freedom and hope for yourself and others should be your motto in life. You're not supposed to carry the same toxic family patterns towards your future generations. You should be the one who marks the end of it. If you feel the need to speak up, then speak up. I know we cannot change somebody's mindset but we can atleast teach the younger generations about what's toxic and what's not.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 1.

Love, light, hope and peace to you..🌸🌼🌻

Pile 2

Ace of Swords reversed, 7 of Swords, The Tower and The Sun Reversed.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 2. You're someone very sharp and intelligent by birth. Like it's in your blood.

*Trigger Warning ahead. If you do not resonate, you're free to choose another pile, please don't take any offense. It could be you or it could be someone you're dealing with currently. Different people will relate differently.*

There's something bad that's happened to you because of which things took an ugly turn. You maybe started putting your energy into revenge or as a result of getting hurt, you're letting out all of your anger by using your abilities and gifts in negative ways. As I said you have a sharp mind, you might be using your intelligence in such kind of jobs where there's deception/gambling/fraud, in something that's not morally correct. You're not using your mind in doing something smart in a good way, which could bring more convenience to you and others. Whatever you're doing, you're very good at it but it does not seem morally correct. I'm not saying you're a bad person but you're letting out all the negative energies of what has happened to you on others. See, the way you think, the way you see it, matters a lot. If you think of revenge, then it will be so but rather think of fighting back, you can get back at people who cause great harm to you but are in denial or having no remorse whatsoever. Sometimes, other people can't do justice to you, if you are a survivor, you can do it for yourself because the victims who die in an assault/murder/attack etc don't get the chance to do justice for themselves. In this pile, I can also see a lot of jealousy and a habit of cursing people for doing the slightest mistakes which hurts you even a tiny bit. These could be the after-effects of a trauma. There's an advice to use your gifts and abilities for good things. You might be someone who themselves is very hurt and troubled but you might be doing the same thing to others. After The Tower moment that happened(means when you were probably deceived/betrayed or hurt), you might have started believing in the idea that, "There's nothing such as right or wrong, it doesn't matter. I don't believe in karma. Karma needs to first get to the people who hurt me and I don't see them getting their karma, so it doesn't work, I guess" or you still know the difference between right and wrong but you've become so cold that you don't want to give a care about it. You're also someone who is very hard to impress. Some of you also believe in working smart than working hard. You need to know that by seeking revenge or getting things by wrong means is only going to look good temporarily, it's not going to help you in the long run. Very few of you could also be into black magic and use it to get things done your way. You could also be someone having a leadership position but you're using authoritative power in the wrong manner. Focus your energy into healing yourself and then let yourself out into the world. The world needs people like you but you're doing the opposite. Let your scars be your strength. Surrender your hurt, traumas and troubles to the universe.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 2.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🌻🌼

Pile 3

The Devil, Ace Of Swords, 5 Of Cups and 5 of Wands.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 3. It seems like you guys are not treated fairly at work. You're in a constant fight to survive. You might also be currently in an argument with a superior/parent/guardian/authority figure. You're quite disppointed and tired of your current job situation. Either you're doing this work out of an indirect/unspoken pressure from home, because you want to put food on the table or you're working here because your family wants you to or because you just want money to fulfil some needs. This work is taking a lot of your time and the income is quite unsatisfactory. This could be a family business or a startup as well for some people but something about it looks forced, like you had no choice. Lots of 5s here in the cards, means it's something which brings you sorrow, dissatisfaction, regret, disappointment. Some of you have recently left a job due to the above mentioned reasons. For some of you, this could be an educational course that you're doing out of pressure while for some of you, this could be your own happily chosen field of work but currently you're struggling to keep up, either you are not in good health or people have too many expectations from you. If this is something where force/pressure is involved and you're not okay with it then you should somehow try to get out of this situation soon or if this is something which seems out of your control and you can't get out, you need to do something as a side hustle or any relaxation activity/extracurricular activity which you like for your own well-being, but that side-activity should be equally calming and strong enough to get all that stress out of you. You will need to do a bit of balancing, a bit multi-tasking(which is work + relaxation activity) in order to keep your mind calm, otherwise, it will take a huge toll on your health in the long run.

So, that's all I got for you, my dear Pile 3

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌻🌼🌸

Pile 4

Knight Of Pentacles, 2 Of Cups, Ace Of Pentacles, 2 Of Wands.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 4.

Lot of 2s here, so there's a strong wish for companionship in this pile. You want stability in your work and personal life. You are looking forward to finally settle down. But before that, you need to focus on your career, independence and money. Work, earn, settle down your finances and then marry. You could be under the age-group of marriage or could have crossed that age limit according to societal beliefs and norms but believe me, the universe works in magical ways. It's never too late to do anything. You must first focus on yourself and your overall growth then only you could bring that level of prosperity in your married life as well. This applies to your partner as well. We all have some baggage due to bad experiences and traumas but if it is something that's constantly been like an itch you need to scratch, then you need to first get rid of that itch. You need to be healthy and fit because I'm also hearing some of you are not happy with your looks/weight or something that is related to your body or you have some chronic health issues which you're dying to get rid of. There's also some problems with finances going on, some serious family issues and you know on the inside that you're not currently at your best. So, you first need to stabilise your finances and health before you jump into any serious relationships or marriage. I'm not telling you to not fall in love neither am I asking you to hold back. I'm just telling you to be ready and prepared before taking such a major step in your personal life because then it would be a total mess and you'll carry major regrets and insecurities later on because of the things you didn't work on earlier. What needs to be done earlier should be done earlier for your own sake. Don't think that things will change magically after entering into a romantic relationship or marriage. You're hopeful and being dreamy but you're not ready. If you think you're mentally quite disturbed and unstable, not well health-wise, not independent enough, finances are not good then you shouldn't go looking for a partner just because everybody else is getting into a relationship/getting married. Work on yourself first, what's meant to be yours will be yours and only yours to take. Nobody will be able to snatch it away from you.

So, that's all I got for you, my dear Pile 4

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌼🌻🌸

Pile 5

King Of wands Reversed, Wheel Of Fortune Reversed, 9 Of Cups, Judgement.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 5.

*Trigger Warning Ahead. The following messages contains many triggers. Don't take it to your heart. If you do not resonate, you're free to choose another pile but please don't take any offense as this reading could be about you or someone toxic you're dealing with*

You could be too much dependent on others or others' opinion of you. I can also see a lot of toxic femininity and masculinity, blaming on others for your defeats, losses and bad luck but you are not taking an initiative to see where the problem exactly lies. We all are not perfect but this pile specifically seems to call out toxic traits. You are someone very kind and generous and you like to help people but at the same time your intentions are mostly directed in your own favor. It's good to keep yourself first but you might be extremely focused only on your needs. You might not like to accept a 'no' from others. There could also be an ego issue because of which you don't like to apologise to others. You could be someone who has created a stable home for themselves or someone who doesn't have anything of their own(it is either your parents' or someone else's resources), but there's an ego issue and a lot of pride. Now, here there are 2 kinds of people, ones who are deeply connected with their family members or atleast one or two people in their life whereas the other ones are not bothered by relationships at all. You could be someone who love pets and/or children. You might even be a quick judge of character because you like to observe but you might not be always right. I'm also getting a lot of greediness from this pile. There is little to no focus on self-growth and inner healing here. You might also be someone who gets angry easily, always wants an upperhand in an argument. You like to do things yourself while for some of you, you don't give enough credit to people who help you. Again, similarly to Pile 2, you might have great leadership qualities but a habit of controlling everyone your way, imposing your way of doing things on others. You need to meditate, pause and take a look inside your mind, body and soul. That's where you'll find your answers. Start putting yourself in other people's shoes and try to see the world from a different point of view.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 5.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🌼🌻

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2025 Recap

Spoilers ahead!!

The Locked Tomb (Book 1-3) 10/10

This series was engineered in a lab to appeal to me specifically.

Nona the Ninth was my favourite, I think. I'll do a re-read once the last book is out :)

The Foxhole Court 2/10

One point for being short, another one because the audiobook was free on Audible. Apart from that it sucked ass, which is sad because a Youtuber I watch highly recommended it.

Literally every single plot point felt poorly thought through. The made up game made absolutely no sense. How am I meant to mourn a character, whose like two speaking lines were just him calling his teammate slurs.

It's more character focused, which would be great if I didn't fucking hate every single character in this. "Hey I don't wanna do drugs :/" [his teammates proceed to drug him and the only out queer character sexually harasses him]

The Murderbot Diaries (Book 1-3) 10/10

So far I've been enjoying the series a lot. The audiobooks make the names much easier to understand and the narrator is perfect for the role in my opinion. The narration style is dry and sarcastic, which is my favourite personally. I have a weakness for autistic-coded characters and stories about what personhood means.

I couldn't quite keep up with what was happening in Rogue Protocol, but I still enjoyed the character growth Murderbot was going through.

I'm not gonna watch the show though. Personally, I prefer more accurate adaptations.

The Kamogawa Food Detectives 7.5/10

I liked it!! Cozy and low stakes, but still devastating at times.

I was honestly hyped when I realised, that there were more books, which haven't been translated yet.

The Housemaid 6.5/10

The first like 40 chapters sucked so bad. The last few though? Female revenge fantasy.

The main character has no self preservation instinct (despite having spent 10 years in prison). She did pop off at the end though, so she's forgiven...for now. Not gonna read the other two because I heard they suck.

A Court of Thorns and Roses 2/10

Not as bad as I was expecting, but not even remotely as good as the fans made me think.

The setting and writing style were juvenile at best. None of the characters were interesting, to the point where it was hard to care about any of them at all. The setting and its history felt more like they were serving the main couple, rather than being a properly fleshed out world.

It honestly reads like some 15 year old's Beauty and the Beast retelling. The plot feels more like it just conveniently bends around the characters, rather than happen naturally.

Demon World Boba Shop (Book 1-2) 7/10

A bit of a random one I found while browsing Goodreads. It's low stakes and cozy, mostly character driven. I know the author said, that Mizu isn't meant to be autistic, but to me she 100% is (because I'm autistic and she's so me fr).

Honestly one of my only issues is, that the world feels very heteronormative. So far, almost every named character has received a love interest of the opposite gender.

Sometimes the characters feel a little bit TOO positive/nice. I don't know if that's just me being cynical, but it seems a bit strange that everyone in this world is so kind and understanding all the time. Maybe I'm just not 100% the target audience for this, I really like having a more imperfect world and character conflicts.

I'm mostly reading for Lily, she's delightful.

Sorcery and Small Magics 8.5/10

Recommended by Willow Talks Books on YouTube. I liked it a lot and will definitely check out more books she's recommended!!

I was expecting the book to be more plot heavy, which was a little disappointing. Both the story and the stakes were very much character focused.

Throughout the whole book I'd been waiting for some kind of reveal, that the curse has been placed my someone on purpose, but that didn't happen. I think that's a me problem though.

The reveal that the spell was a love spell was everything to me. I told my friend, that it reminded me of some kind of love spell you'd get in a fanfic and then IT WAS!!

The slow burn romance? Impeccable. Every time Grimm's ears turned red, 5 years were added to my lifespan. Truly sensational. Will definitely keep up with this series.