#i love getting asks about disenchanted SO MUCH

[middlingmay]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

Hello lovey :)

Took me ages to get round to this - thanks for the ask game!

Favourite fics I've written, okay.

DisEnchanted. A non-Clegan or MOTA fic (shock horror, I know). I wrote it for the Shameless Big Bang years ago for Gallavich. Pretty much an Enchanted AU if Ian Gallagher fell into the real world and met Mickey Milkovich and his son Yevgeny. It was so much fun to write and I really enjoyed it :)

That Ol' Devil Called Love (Clegan/MOTA). Obviously. I don't shut up about it. But it's the biggest fic I've ever written and I've had so much fun building the world it lives in, and I am so deep into its clutches, it's no joke.

(and 4): Footballer!John AU. I don't even like football, so I'm just pleasantly surprised I got into this AU as much as I did. I did a fun oneshot and some angsty headcanons for this that I really liked :)

And finally number 5: The Buckies reunite after the war. I wrote a really soft, short oneshot about Buck returning to Bucky after the war and I'm really proud of it! I enjoyed thinking about the kind of life John would try to build.

I'm sure loads of people have done this already, so don't feel like you have to play along again! But tagging @brotherwtf @carnevol @crowthis (what are your favourite art pieces?!) @caustinen and @rambleonwaywardson.

[disenchantedif]

Sharing Viktor's whole story as a New Year's gift! If you'd like to support me and my work and read the rest of the Disenchanting New Year stories, check out my Patreon.

Disenchanting New Year 2/12; Viktor

“This is already stressing me out,” Viktor sighs, his eyes darting around at all the traffic as you lounge in the passenger seat, “Why did mom think this was a good idea?”

“Because it’ll hopefully be fun once we get there,” You point out, “And they got us a really nice hotel, so the party will probably be cool.”

“I don’t know why they did that,” He mutters, “I don’t even want to imagine how much a hotel with a view of the Square cost on New Year’s Eve.”

“I think they’re still celebrating,” You say, leaning over to nudge his shoulder, “Remember when we finally told them we were dating and your mom made us a cake, like, not even an hour later?”

“And my dad brought out one of the vintage bottles,” Viktor says, mystified as if he still couldn’t quite believe it had happened, “I almost thought the world was ending.”

“Just enjoy it,” You advise, “They’re happy for you. Us.”

He reaches out, taking your hand and placing it on his thigh. You squeeze the muscle there, making him smile over at you, the early morning sun lighting up his face.

The traffic is thick as you both make the trek from Catskill to New York City. It’s a two-ish hour drive that isn’t honestly that bad with good company and some music. New Year’s is one of the busiest nights around here, which is apparent as cars swarm the streets and people pack the sidewalks.

Your hotel has complimentary parking, and it’s a lucky thing. You don’t think at this point you’d be able to find much available without having pre-reserved it. Viktor grabs both your overnight bags and heads for the front desk to check in. You take the time to wander around the lobby, looking at all the fancy contemporary decor and the fine champagne.

“Come on,” Viktor’s fingers graze over your arm as he returns to your side, his eyes soft, “Elevator is this way.”

You hear Viktor gasp a little when he finally walks into the room, dumping your bags on the king bed. One wall is all window, giving you quite a lovely view. You can see most of Times Square from how high up your room is, the people milling about below practically specks.

A note from the hotel sits on the dresser with a complimentary bottle of wine and a few chocolates. You pop one in your mouth, tossing your bags onto one of the chairs to clear the bed.

“We have hours before the partying starts,” Viktor says, “You can get a nap in if you want.”

You smirk, extending a hand as you scoot back onto the bed, “I need my pillow.”

He smiles indulgently, sliding his shoes off before taking your hand. You move closer as he wraps an arm around your waist, tucking you into his chest. It’s easy to fall asleep, and you don’t even realize you have until he’s shaking you awake. It’s dark outside now, you realize. It would be, at least, if not for all the lights and commotion in the streets below.

“The music started a little bit ago,” Viktor says quietly, “I was going to wake you up sooner but you looked so comfortable.”

You groan, stretching slightly as you sit up. You glance over, taking in the view of Viktor’s profile shining with the revelry below.

“Were you wanting to go up to the bar for the party?” He asks, leaning back against the headboard.

“Why not?” You ask, sliding your shoes back on, “We paid for the experience. Well, your parents did, I guess.”

It’s crowded when you reach the roof. This close to midnight has people already drunk and stumbling, so you two find a nice spot along the railing. The couches are comfortable as you sit and stare out at the skyline. The ball is a lot smaller than it looks on TV, you realize.

“Guess it’s all about perspective,” Viktor mutters, “It looks tiny but I read it’s actually twelve feet tall and weighs almost twelve thousand pounds.”

Time passes quickly on the roof; it’s chilly this high up, so you’re practically laying in Viktor’s arms once again. He goes and gets drinks at one point, and the glasses are so dainty and delicate you can tell he worries about shattering them.

As the ten minute to midnight mark is reached, people are humming with excitement as more and more gather around the railing. You scoot closer into Viktor’s side, letting an older woman sit down on the other end of the couch.

Eventually the countdown starts, and you chant the numbers down in unison with everyone else.

“Happy New Year’s,” Viktor whispers just for you as everyone else shouts it out.

He leans in at the same time as you, his hand cradling your cheek as your lips meet. You sway in closer, like he has some kind of magnetic field pulling you in. He tastes like expensive champagne and smoke and fire, his sharp teeth kept carefully away from snagging your lips. You hear people cooing and awwing around you, but you feel no embarrassment. He pulls back to breathe, his face still inches away from your own. His eyes, mostly blue in the low light, look only at you.

“To many more?” You say, lacing your fingers through with his.

“So many.” He agrees, his lips curling up as he pecks you on the cheek.

It doesn’t take long before you both tire of the noise and the packed crowd, so you head back down to your room not long after midnight. You’re too tired for anything else, but the slow kiss you share in bed leaves you burning for more. You have a whole year to worry about that, and many more to come.

[enweasley]

Restricted Section ; Finn Weasley x Sallow!Reader

AN: HII! So I haven't seen this being done much (or even at all but I barely looked) where people would write fanfics of their own characters in Hogwarts Legacy, so I decided to do so! Quick introduction to the character:

This is Finn Weasley; He's in Gryffindor and has a very loyal but mischievous personality. He's also pansexual! He LOVES herbology but he loves solving mysteries and exploring secrets even more - even if it's super dangerous. However, he will go to any extent to keep others out of danger (ironically). Finn can be really harsh to people if someone hurts him or the people he cares about. He's not perfect, though, he has some flaws. He does have a short temper and can say pretty horrible things without meaning to. He can also be quite reckless and finds it hard to accept other people's love and care, leading him to forget to keep himself from getting hurt.

That's all for now, but I'll probably add more to his story as time goes by!

(Please excuse any grammar mistakes, I'm trilingual and grammar from 3 languages can mix me up a lot C:)

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Summary: The new student needs your help sneaking into the restricted section for something 'very important'. However, he doesn't expect you to cover for him when you get caught.

Warnings: Swearing, small panic attack, gets a little heated at the end. Kinda cheesy but we love that :)

Reader's gender is never specified!

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"Excuse me! Y/n Sallow, right?" Interrupted from your game of wizard's chess alone, you turn around to be met with a pretty tall red-head. You couldn't help but think about how gorgeous he is, but you swallow your excitement.

"Yeah, that's me. You're the new kid aren't you?" You disenchant your chess game and give him your full attention. "I watched your duel with Sebastian in the Clock Tower, you're really good!"

Finn seems to flush at your compliment. During his short time starting in 5th year here in Hogwarts he's gotten plenty compliments on how he's been able to learn and execute spells so quickly, but for some reason your compliment had a special affect on him.

He chuckles lightly. "Thank you, I'm just trying to catch up quickly." He couldn't seem to keep his eyes from wandering over your features. "It's Finn, by the way. Finn Weasley."

"Oh, another Weasley! Well it's lovely to meet you! Did you need anything?" You ask politely.

Finn almost forgot why he was talking to you in the first place, but managed to remember before already humiliating himself in front of you. "Right, yes. This may sound quite forward, but Sebastian told me you're really good at sneaking around. Is there a chance you can help me sneak into the restricted section of the library tonight? I can't say why, but it's very important."

You were a bit surprised at his request, but kind of prideful that you were the first person he was led to for it. You smiled widely. "Of course! I'm surprised my brother didn't take you himself. Meet me at the grand staircase at 9. Don't be late!"

"Wait- Don't you wanna know more about why I need to sneak in?" He asked perplexed.

"Nope. I'll take any opportunity for sneaking around. Either way, you don't seem the type to burn down the castle or anything. Plus, you said you can't say why you need to sneak in."

He mentally facepalmed himself. How could he forget he just said that? Maybe he just wanted to talk to you longer. "I'll see you at 9!" You smile at him and walk away.

You take a long breath after turning away from him. Holy shit he's cute.

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You're both crouched at the railing of the stairs looking down onto the central hall at exactly 9pm, analysing the prefects walking around and guarding the doors of the library.

"Okay," you whisper. "First of all, we need to go invisible. Have you learnt the disillusionment spell?"

Finn looks at you like a lost puppy, his head slightly titled. You almost had to tell him how cute he looked, but held back.

You pull your wand out and whisp it over your head and body. The wand leaves a blue trail of light before all there was left was your aura.

You continue whispering to the lost boy in front of you. "This is the disillusionment spell. It doesn't turn you completely invisible but it's better than being completely exposed."

You point to his hand holding his wand. "May I?" He nods hesitantly.

You slowly hold his fist clenching onto his wand and do the same movement you did on yourself over him. Finn could barely focus, the feeling of your soft hand on his summoning an army of butterflies in his stomach. You couldn't help but feel the same tingle in your stomach too.

Clearing your throat, you speak. "That's the movement for the spell. Just think of it and do the movement."

He did as you said, and suddenly you were both just two ghosts staring at each other's remains.

Finn chuckles enthusiastically. "This is awesome!" He whisper yells.

You laugh at his excitement, wishing you could see his freckled face through the spell.

"Okay, let's go. Stick close to me." You begin to sneak down the stairs, through the hall, and quickly side past the prefect turned away from the library door. You can feel Finn following closely behind.

After you both get into a safer corner of the library away from Madam Agnes's sights, you remove the spell off you.

"Here's the plan," you start. "You go get the key from Madam Agnes's desk draw over there, I'll distract her."

Finn nods. As you start to turn away, Finn grabs your arm gently and looks at you with his adorable puppy eyes.

"What if you get caught?" He sounds worried. You can't tell why he'd be worried about you, though.

You give him a cheeky smile. "Me? Get caught? You should worry about yourself, Weasley." He chuckles, shooing away the blush creeping into his cheeks after hearing you call him by his surname. "C'mon, let's go."

As you throw a book across the room, Finn conceals himself and scurries to grab the key. You quickly do the same and meet him at the entrance of the restricted section.

Exposing yourselves from the spell, you watch him unlock the gate before you walk in.

"YES!" Finn cheers, surprising you both with a tight hug. There's a pause before he realises what he's doing and slowly pulls away, taking his warmth away with him. "Sorry... Got excited."

You laugh sweetly at him. "I don't mind." He continues walking down the stairs of the forbidden room, but not before shooting you a relieved smirk.

"Lumos." You cast, making the eery room brighter and less intimidating.

As you squeeze between abandoned bookshelves and over piles of junk, you reach a collapsed set of armour. "Repai-" Finn begins to cast before a loud screech interrupts him.

Almost out of thin air, Peeves flies through the wall in front of you. He almost knocks you down, but Finn's quick reflexes catch you before you hit the ground. You find yourself wrapped in his arms, yours tightly around his neck.

"Shit, are you okay?" Finn asks you breathlessly, his worried eyes glaring into yours.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine-" But once again you were interrupted by the same squeaky, loud voice of the poltergeist.

"I'M TELLING, I'M TELLING," Peeves squeals mockingly before flying straight upwards towards the main floor of the library.

Your heart squeezes into itself. You've never been caught before, why now? Your uncle is going to kill you if he finds out you were sneaking around the castle, and in the restricted section of all places.

You didn't realise your breath was quickening until you felt arms lowering you onto the floor and rough but warm hands palming each side of your neck.

"Hey, hey. You're alright, sweetheart. Take a breath." You hear Finn's soft voice whisper in your ear. A little voice was in your head screaming How do you expect me to breathe when you're making my heart beat even faster??

You breathe deeply before letting out a small chuckle. "I'm okay. I'm fine. Just go get whatever you need to get. I need to deal with Peeves before he gets us both in trouble."

Finn looks at you as if asking you if you're sure. You just nod and sprint after Peeves, the last thing you hear is a distant "Repairo" before making it back to the library.

"PEEVES YOU STUPID POLTERGEIST." You try catching him, forgetting he's a literal ghost as your arms flail right through him.

"Y/n Sallow." You jump at the voice of Madam Agnes behind you. You slowly turn around while Peeves chuckles menacingly at your head hung low in shame. "And to think I'd get a break from the Sallow siblings, you come running along. Wait until your uncle hears about this."

"No. No no no-" You get interrupted by her. "That's enough. You're a bright student, you should know better than to go sneaking around the restricted section especially after curfew."

"But Madam Agnes-"

"And Peeves here tells me you were with someone else." Peeves twirls and rolls around mid-air, celebrating your punishment. "Please tell me you were forced to come here by someone's hand instead of it being your own choice."

There's a pause. You could never snitch on Finn like that. You only just met him but you know better than to put his record at risk on his first week of school here. This was your own choice anyway, you weren't forced. Finn helped you down there, so you're gonna help him.

"No. I came here all alone." You said in a low but stern voice.

Madam Agnes sighs at your lie, but she knew how stubborn you and your brother were, so she let it slide.

"Detention after classes tomorrow. You're going to sort the books to their respective places until they're all done. It doesn't matter if it takes you all night." Your shoulders slump. "Peeves, escort her to her common room, please."

With a sigh from you and an evil chuckle from the poltergeist, you begin your walk to your common room. At least Finn's in the clear now.

Little did you know, Finn saw the whole thing from behind one of the shelves. He couldn't help but let a grateful smile reach his lips.

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The next day, Finn runs to the library to find you after his classes. It's already dark out by the time he finishes his extra tasks and from talking to Professor Fig. He doesn't know why he's in such a hurry, but he won't let his confidence escape him just yet.

Once he's in, he find the library to be completely empty, not even Madam Agnes in sight. He hears distant curses and shuffling coming from the second floor and he can only assume the source being your complaining.

As he follows the sounds of frustrated mumbles, he finally finds you at the end of the second floor in a dark corner holding a bunch of books to shelf up. He smiles at the sight of you awkwardly balancing everything in your one hand and walks over to you, taking a pile of books from you.

"Need help there?" He looks at you with a teasing smirk.

You look at him with a grumpy face. "Oh haha, Weasley. I can handle this on my own, thank you very much." You snatch back the books he took from you, instant regret flooding your features as you immediately struggle to balance them.

Finn immediately takes them back from you and effortlessly holds them over his head, extending his arm upwards far from your reach.

"Hey- Hand those back, Weasley." You try hopping to reach the books he so graciously stole from you.

He chuckles at your efforts while you claw up his chest and shoulders, trying to tug down his arm. After a harsh tug, Finn loses balance of the books he's holding and he tries catching them but ends up stumbling forwards.

The books fall to the side as Finn catches himself on the bookshelf, trapping you between it and himself.

You lock eyes with him, your hands clutched tightly onto the thin material of his shirt over his chest. You're both breathing heavily, chests almost touching with every breath.

You can feel Finn hesitate as his hands slowly reach to cup the back of your neck, his thumb over your cheek. No matter how much you willed yourself to, your simply could not take your eyes off him.

"Thank you." He whispers. Your eyebrows furrow.

"For what?"

"For covering for me." His stare snapping between your eyes and lips. "I heard you in the library after we got caught."

"You mean after I caught got?" You tease.

Finn smirks at your remark, his hold on your neck squeezing for a second. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." The nickname melts into your ears and into the rushed beats of your heart.

"Hey, Finn?" The use of his first name makes the blood rush to his cheeks, his breath hitches.

"Yeah?"

"You dropped my books."

"Shut up." Finn lets out in a desperate breath before pulling you into him, his lips roughly but passionately meeting yours.

His other hand shifts from the side of your head to tangle into your hair, tugging it lightly. You let out a little whimper, but that's all it took for Finn to deepen the kiss even more, his tongue slightly grazing yours. Breaths were escaping through your noses, desperate for air but never desperate enough to separate from each other.

Your fingers weave through his long, soft ginger locks. Your other hand clutches desperately onto the collar of his shirt.

You both finally pull away from each other, your hands gliding down to rest on his chest.

"Fuck." Finn leans his forehead on yours, leaning in for another quick peck. His hazel eyes are glazed over, looking into yours like they hold the world. He slowly brushes a strand of your hair behind your hair, memorising your face as you memorise his.

"I was hoping you'd do that." You chuckle breathlessly. Finn laughs with you, his eyes holding nothing but love as they stare into yours. "Oh yeah?" You nod, your nose lightly touching his.

"Now help me with these books, Weasley. You're still responsible for my detention." You playfully push him away and start picking up the books he previously dropped.

"And I'd do it again as long as it ends like this every time." He smiles at you cheekily.

"Do it again and I'm telling Sebastian you used a love potion on me."

And with that he got to work helping you sort the books out.

[pumpumdemsugah]

I think where at this point where everyone needs to stop being so deeply dishonest about Black womanhood and transphobia because it doesn't seem anything we experience is an expression of racism or misogyny but people trying to force solidarity without understanding what they're talking about and ending up causing problems like furthering the historical problem of racism and misogyny not being seen as something Black women experience or when we experience it, it's distraction from actual racism and sexism ( how black men and white women experience sexism and race )

Black womanhood being seen as the opposite of white beauty and femininity isn't transphobia but the legacy of slavery, we had to be the opposite of whiteness to justify us being made for slavery. People don't talk about the masculisation of black women as something done to abuse and rape but as a biological fact of our bodies and this vague expression of transphobia because you want it to mirror the issues around transphobia and ends up doing race science when you talk about Black women's bodies.

Now people are pretending Black women as a group have interchangeable issues as trans women. My body is hypersexualised and desexualised, people do not question my gender. A big chunk of why people talk about Megan the stallion that way is because a stallion is a male horse and people love to ask questions about beautiful women they think is disrespectful, her being a tall thick Black woman makes reaching for disrespect more natural.

Being masculinised to be abused or treated harshly ( the way Megan is treated ) isn't transphobia that's racism. Something very similar happens to Black men because they are Black. Blackness is seen as rough, animalistic and masculine because of slavery.

Why am I being encouraged to internalised something that isn't my issue ? Why encourage Othering Black womanhood more? That's not how you build authentic solidarity.

Men can say I'm not treated like a man and we understand he's talking about gender roles but everyone is pretending for Black women we're not expressing the same fucking thing ? So now white trans women regularly overstep when talking about Black women like we're best buds. There's a reason some Black women are doing on a Femininity journey and not a gender one. The issue is the perception of femininity ( and internalising racist stereotypes), it's not searching for a new gender identity. These women are not confused about being women but they want to swap misogynior with the sexist experiences wealthy typically white women by embodying what they see as a Femininity that will allow them to move up social class and get married . It's very much a class issue and the legacy of slavery but some of you are very very liberal with what you mean by gender to the point of obscuring the main issue

If you lot keep talking about Black women in this way you're going to lose them and with the uptick in Black femininity, you are ( I've seen many of those women point to this as why they're disenchanted with this discussion )because sure, maybe for some there's an issue of hatred but fundamentally you're not actually talking about them or our history anymore. People do not like being talked past , even if they can't express why. Someone knows what they have experienced

When femininity is linked to softness or protection and Black women have such a high femicide, rape and domestic violence figures, some will come to the conclusion they need to embody a femininity that will save them from the brutality of black womanhood. At its core, these women do not want to be hurt anymore. They want to be seen as valuable.

[justplainlovely]

Defending my new favorite ship again because why tf not

I’ll start by stating the obvious (cuz apparently it isn’t a given to some of the folks on here, which is weird, but okay). We DO NOT condone abuse in any form. With that said, an explanation is not an excuse and many folks, almost all I’d venture to guess, have been abusive at some point in their lives (I know I wouldn’t have been on the receiving end of so much abuse if that were untrue - hurt people hurt people). We also DO NOT condone racism. I get the feeling people assume malice on the Ghoulcy shipper side because of disgusting comments that were made long ago about Rey and Finn (which was a similar dynamic that, I’d argue, made more sense than a Lucy/Max relationship but that’s also my 🌈 heart shipping him with Dane). These disclaimers also extend to the villains, which Barb is one of. We DO NOT condone misogynoir here either cuz while I haven’t seen much racism on Lucy/Max, I have seen a surprising amount about Barb. Being a fictional villain does not allow for any kind of bigotry, NOTHING does, but I digress.

So on Ghoulcy, I’ll say this. The foreshadowing is layered heavily throughout the story. Whether they are intended to be friends or partners is up for debate, but the writing makes it quite clear that these characters are destined to team up, bringing us to the end of Season 1 when Lucy walks off with Cooper. I’m brought back to what Wilzig said at the beginning of the season, when Lucy was by herself camping and he warned her several times to go home before finally saying:

“The question is, will you still want the same things when you’ve become a different animal altogether?”

Lucy is very distraught at the end of the season after learning everything she does about her dad and Vault-tec and, for her to return to the vaults and live out her days there, with or without Max, seems like a stretch when things are all said and done. This can be poignantly compared to Persephone going to the underworld (in Lucy’s case, the surface world) - she has eaten the proverbial pomegranate.

This isn’t the only dynamic which Ghoulcy has been compared to, either. I have also seen them compared to Beauty and the Beast, which brings Max back into the dynamic often as a Gaston. Personally, I don’t see that, but if he turned out to be a villain it would be an interesting storyline and Aaron Moten could play it off very well. But bringing Max back in, something about his character to me feels very incomplete and I’m not sure if a love interest is the way forward for him. We only know one of his wants:

“I want to hurt the people who hurt me.”

And at the end of the season it’s like he seems less convinced by that, even though it’s hard to guess exactly what he’s thinking when he is knighted (something he should want, but judging by his expression he seems disenchanted by it) and finds Lucy has left. Part of the reason I ship him and Dane is because Dane has been a rock to him, one who he can probably trust with doubts about the Brotherhood. But returning to Ghoulcy, Cooper has been exactly where Lucy is before. He was betrayed by the one person he trusted most and what did he love most about Barb before they divorced (remember there was talk about alimony in the first episode - not sure how people forgot that):

“I know you always try to do the right thing. That’s what I love about you.”

Who embodies that better than Lucy, I ask you. (Cooper very well could still care about his ex-wife so take that with a grain of salt) But when it comes down to it, and we don’t know who initiated the divorce so it’s up for interpretation like any good story, part of Cooper died when he listened in on Barb’s Vault-Tec meeting just like part of Lucy is dying after she learns what her father did to her mother and Shady Sands.

“If my dad found out that I destroyed an entire community to save him... that'd break his heart.”

That is likely what’s on repeat for her when she learns about the city. And when Cooper offers her his company to New Vegas, his tone notably softens. I think when they first met, the vile things Cooper did to Lucy made her realize very quickly what she would have to do to make it on the surface. Cooper is intrigued, maybe even put off by, her genuine goodness. And it’s not just that, but he sees part of his past self and seeks to kill it any chance he can get. I’d argue that’s a large part of why he’s so cruel to her (him shooting the Vault Boy poster was more than just a fuck you to Vault-Tec). And likewise, Lucy shows him that embracing his humanity again is not so bad - whatever morsel he has left. It begins with trust, though, whatever they have. When she follows him, he has his back turned to her and is walking ahead with the dog. Normally, he wouldn’t put himself in such a vulnerable position, but he is showing her that he believes in her golden rule. Or more accurately that he believes that she believes in it.

Anyway, I dare not risk turning this into an actual essay. It’s already long enough. I’m interested in exploring other aspects that I might have missed if y’all have any thoughts.

[jalwyn21]

I'm a recent-ish follower, so I'm a little curious about your background, were you at one point a swiftie, but got disenchanted with her and that's why you have this deep well of knowledge of and about her, or was she always like a parasocial enemy of yours. I was always a hater, I love when ppl slander her, bc she's generally regarded so highly. I'm sorry her lyrics aren't good or groundbreaking, they are catchy at best and annoying at worst. She's also taking herself way to serious as an artist (name of her new album, cringe interview for the times). Also no matter what (or who; Matt Healy) she is doing, we aren't allowed to criticize her or her actions, when we call her our for her private jet use, we get accused of double standards and how corporations are polluting way more, as if that is in any way or form a justification for her being a fucking pest

Ok, story time then. 🤗 First of all, I'm old af, I'm pushing 30s. (Más sabe el diablo por viejo que por diablo) 😅 So I've heard of ts ages ago but didn't care cause I didn't like her music. Never been a swi*ftie. 🤓

Then the whole Jake Gyllenhaal circus happened to the point that even Jake Gyllenhaal's sister was asked about that stupid scarf. That was the first time I properly noticed ts and I thought: what a despicable and petty girl she is. 🤮 But at least Jake Gyllenhaal had a decade long career so he was fine, and I didn't really think about her much after that.

Fast forward to 2016 when I went to see Ang Lee's new film because it's bloody Ang Lee, you know? And I'm glad I did cause it's one of my favorite films ever. And that is how I "met" Joe and completely fell in love with him. 🥰 And there were photos of him online being silly and goofy and adorable (and drunk 😹). And he was so nervous and sweet in interviews. It was just so easy to love him. 🥰🥰🥰

Can you even imagine how sad and disappointed and sorry I was for him when I found out he was dating ts? Cause I already knew what she will do to him. 😭 Like, I knew she will try to destroy Joe sooner or later and I knew that Joe won't have the decade long career Jake Gyllenhaal has to fall back on, when she tries to ruin his life. Call me Nostradamus. 😭

And for the record, Joe is still one of my favorites ever. He is a brilliant actor and a kind man. So I guess my issues with ts are kinda "personal" and kinda parasocial... 😅 In a way, I've been waiting for this sh*t storm to hit for years...

I should probably pin this for others to read when they check my account..

[thislovintime]

“‘I had my conditions,’ [Tork] clarifies. ‘I didn’t submerge myself in the Monkees as they stood. I wanted to submerge myself in the Monkees as I’d hoped they’d be. The reason I became disenchanted and left is because we did do what I’d hoped we’d do, which was make an album together (Headquarters), and there was no follow-up album. ‘I thought we were capable of being a hit musical group as well as a TV show cast, and I had hopes of our doing that. But in fact, the personnel weren’t right, because none of the other three wanted that; only me. That left me out in the cold.’ By 1968, the group began laying down tracks individually in separate studios with session musicians, with only a scant few tracks containing more than one Monkee — an idea that predates the Beatles’ fragmented ‘White Album’ by several months. Although that album never came out, two of Tork’s solo efforts turned up on his last album with the Monkees, the soundtrack to Head. With one bold stroke, the film and album effectively put an end to the Monkees. ‘The characters were not close to the actual us but a good representation of what Jack Nicholson and Bob Rafelson, who wrote the movie, wanted to convey about us,’ Tork says. ‘In the original script, each of us gets out of the big black box in his own way. They wound up cutting some of the scenes. ‘Micky blithers his way out, I philosophize my way out, Davy bangs his way out — that part stayed in the movie — Mike tries to con his way out. That would’ve given you a better view of their view of us.’” - Arizona Republic, April 5, 2001

“Mike, he cons his way out. [Peter] loves his way out, Micky just says: ‘I’m happy. I’d rather sit here and have no one bug me.’ Me? I fight my way out.” - Davy Jones, Manchester Evening News, May 8, 1968

“The movie portrays them with not so much sweetness and brightness [as the TV show]. It’s a much heavier and far-out thinking group. I wouldn’t call it uncharitable. I thought it was expanding my sense of who they were. There’s a boxing scene in which Micky says, ‘Take this, you dummy.’ Suddenly the music changes and Peter appears in the corner, Christ-like, and says, ‘Micky, I’m the dummy. I’m always the dummy.’ The point was that he was always asked to be the dummy, so here he’s acknowledging it. But he’s also the one who’s given the longest speech in the movie about spiritual evolution, which he’s learned from the guru in the steam room. I was trying to give him a chance to be himself, but in a symbolic way. He is that way today, by the way. In other words, The Monkees became what they really were.” - Bob Rafelson, MOJO, June 2002 (x)

[queen-of-the-night-lights]

Love Power ( Omega x Mom!reader)

A/N: Hello, I apologize that I do not post as much as other fan blogs especially when it comes to my original work. I tend to have long and inconsistent work hours and different things going on with my mental health. I appreciate all of you who are patient and still decide to follow me. Thank you all. For a little note about the fic I got this idea a LONG time ago when I first heard the song “ Love Power” from “ Disenchanted”. I heard it and immediately thought about a parental figure teaching this lesson to Omega. So please enjoy this short fic.

Warnings: Fluff, comfor, mentions of self doubt.

Summary: On your way to Serenno something seems off when a member of your team isn’t acting quite like herself.

You were soon to arrive on Serenno as the others started to get themselves ready you went to go check on Omega. She hadn’t left her room since take off, which was really weird considering the young girl always wanted to look out the windows at all the planets you traveled to. “ Omega, we’re almost there are you ready?” No answer. “ Omega?” Her voice was quiet “ Just a second.” Another thing that seemed out of place, none of her usual excitement and optimism was in her words. “Omega may I come up?” After you had asked the curtains opened a little as a que to come in. You climbed into the makeshift room and sat across from her. She sat there curled up her cheeks red and her eyes pink, she had been crying. “ What’s wrong kiddo?”

“ Do you guys ever regret coming back for me?” “ Never once.” You responded as soon as she asked. It was true, but you had a suspicion why she asked this question. “ Why?”you asked placing a hand on hers. She shrugged and avoided your gaze. You sighed trying to give her a moment before asking again. She tried to sink more into her curled up knees and Lula. Tears brimming her eyes when you repeated “ Omega, what’s wrong?” Omega took a deep breath before attempting to explain. “ I…I heard Hunter and Echo talking and…” you placed a hand over hers to let her know you were listening.

She looked into your eyes as you gave her a kind and understanding smile. “ You guys don’t have a normal life because of me.” She cried. You adjusted yourself so that you could lean her against you. You let her get her emotions out and held her close to your chest. Quietly rocking her back and forth you started to speak as she calmed down. “ Omega, we may not have a normal life but we wouldn’t trade it or you for the galaxy alright? What you over heard was-“ you sighed as you tried to word this next part right. “People, sometimes say things that they don’t mean when they are frustrated. They don’t always know what to say or how to say what they mean and sometimes that causes them to hurt people they love. It’s not intentional, but we love you okay? We love you so much, you know that right? “

She nodded, with a sigh she leaned more into you. There was a moment of silence before she added “ I just, I still feel bad.” Lightly stroking her arm you explained “ I know, and I know that no matter what we say you might feel like this for a while. Trust me I’m speaking from experience here.” Too many times you felt like her or at least something similar. Having the knowledge that people love you isn’t always comforting, sometimes it makes you feel worse and sometimes your brain will still convince you of the worse.

“ There is one thing that you can do for me, to prove that we were right in choosing you, which we are. You can take all the love and happiness that we have shared with you and share it with others throughout your life.” The girl gave you a slightly puzzled look. “ Use your memories of times you’ve felt love. Even the smallest ones, the ones that don’t seem memorable in the moment, to spread love. All the love you’ve given and the love you have received have this power that’s, well the most powerful thing in the world. Even more powerful than the Empire. We love you so much Omega, always remember that. Just remember the memories that show you the power of love, and use that as reassurance.” The young girl launched herself into a hug which you gladly reciprocated.

After holding her for a few minutes you lightly tapped her shoulder blade and said “ Alright, are you ready for the mission and to see how beautiful Serenno is?” She smiled that smile you loved so much. The child-like one that made her seem normal, that caused her nose to scrunch a little and had this undeniable brightness to it. “ Yes!” She exclaimed and jumped down the ladder. Omega stood with her back to you for a second as you climbed down, much slower than her jump. You were then almost knocked over by the sheer force of her giving you another quick hug as she muttered a thank you. As she ran to the cockpit all you saw was the girl that was a sister and a daughter to you and the men you traveled with. The one you all knew and loved, and the one you knew would give love to those around her. Now all you had to do was have a serious talk with certain members of your team about where and when to have serious discussions.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Hello there I have another random question for you because I'm bored and I also genuinely want to know, what are you dressing up as for Halloween? Or if you don't celebrate Halloween or your just not dressing up this year what would you want to be and why?

Sorry that it's kinda random but Halloween is in like two days and I'm genuinely curious because Halloween is my favorite holiday and I just love dressing up in general!

I'm also asking because I. One of your posts you said you like ranting and just talking about stuff and I love talking as well so, but if you would like me to stop my barrage of odd questions I will.

AHAHAHA! YES! MORE QUESTIONS! I love ranting, even/especially if it's the same person over and over!

Halloween is also my favorite holiday, but I almost always do the most low effort costume ever. It's like a tradition. Part of how I celebrate. I think best prize for least effort goes to the year I went as a Boy Scout. . .where I just put on my scout uniform because I AM a Boy Scout.

This year I'm a witch. I have a black overall dress, a black button down shirt, black leggings and black socks along with three different black jackets I can wear to stay decently warm. I bought the hat at a Spirit Halloween. It's ridiculously, and I mean STUPIDLY tall. Here's a picture with a can of febreze for height reference:

I think if I had infinite time, money, and resources, I'd probably dress as Serge the blue fairy from Disenchanted: the Trials of Cinderella. Nobody would know who I am, but I frankly do not care.

It is my favorite book of all time from my favorite series of all time: The Land of Tyme. It's fractured fairytales (so retellings of classic fairytales through different angles and with a lot of variation), and I think it is the single best take I have ever seen on all of them. The worldbuilding is so in depth and immaculate. There are currently three books out: Grounded: The Adventures of Rapunzel; Disenchanted: The Trials of Cinderella; and Transformed: The Perils of the Frog Prince. It updates at the pace of a constipated snail in a heatwave, and I could not love them more.

I mostly celebrate Halloween by having trick-or-treater duty. We have a dog who would go ballistic if every single person had to knock on the door, so it's better to just sit outside. My dad and I usually do it together. To really make it special, instead of passing out candy, we do a hot cocoa/apple cider bar. We have a kettle of hot water and kids can make cider or cocoa and then put whatever toppings they want in it (marshmallows, whipped cream, sprinkles, honey, cinnamon sugar, different coffee creamers, etc.) This way, we actually get to talk to the kids and compliment their cute costumes.

We usually take our small portable DVD player outside and watch It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown and Hocus Pocus in between waves of kids. My dad almost always dresses as a scarecrow so that he can put on a lot of layers to keep warm without anybody noticing.

It's really special to me and makes me so very happy. I love the kids, I love the time I get to spend with my dad, I love the old cheesy Halloween movies, and I love the Holiday Spirit.

Thanks so much for asking! What are you going as? What do you wish you could go as? How do you usually celebrate, and what are your plans for this year? What's your favorite non-Halloween occasion to dress up? Both you specifically and everyone else who sees this? I wanna know!

[dani-luminae]

choose violence 💖🔥 1 8 9 10 12 and 13

1] the character everyone gets wrong

BEN BEN BEN BEN BEN - he's not stupid or naive!!! He's compassionate and kind!!!! He did not tell Mal to change or act like he wanted her to change at all!!!!!!

8] Common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about

I don't interact with the larger fandom enough to really... know what opinions are popular or not. But one I have seen circulated is that "Ben and Audrey were in an arranged marriage" uhhh no???? They were not???? They were just boyfriend and girlfriend. Yeah it sucks that Audrey's grandmother put so much pressure on Audrey's status and stuff but that is still not the same as an arranged marriage and he was free to end it.

There's also someone who thinks that Audrey cheated on Ben... because she kissed Chad at the tourney game. After Ben sang a whole love song to Mal and it was pretty damn clear the relationship was over, hence why Audrey immediately pivoted to Chad.

9] worst part of canon

How all the male characters of Descendants get disregarded completely for the sake of female character arcs. Not just Ben even, but also Jay, Carlos, Harry and Gil didn't even have arcs, they turned Doug into a joke, Chad with Audrey... I could go on and on.

10] worst part of fanon

Everyone being like "the Isle has to be an abusive, violent sh*thole" as if these are real-life villains and not obviously cartoony fantasy villains. Like yeah I get the idea. It's fun to explore in fics. But so many people treat it like it's fact????

Also the idea that Auradon was united by force and not diplomacy. Like people really really want it to be a dystopia for some reason (and ignore the literal meaning of "dystopia" in the process.) Like I get that as an older audience we're all a little more disenchanted and jaded with the state of the world than the 12-16 year olds this franchise is meant for, but come on.

This is kinda why I don't interact with a large majority of the fandom, to be honest. I learned fast that I'm not interested in the aspects that most of the fandom are attached to.

12] the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I'm gonna be honest, I think the fandom is too mean to Chad. There's such a vast difference between his D1 characterization and his D2-D3 attitude that something very clearly went sidewise in the writing room.

D1 Chad had a pretty interesting arc of "Auradon kid raised good but still awful" as a direct parallel to the Isle kids arcs of "Isle kid raised evil but good... feels better?"

D2-D3 Chad is like... what happened. This is not the same guy from the first movie.

(Also people acting like he's too dumb to have made it into college like said in D4... sports scholarships exist. Maybe he found his niche interest and really does well with it. There's a thousand possibilities and I really hate that people dismissed it with "he's too dumb for that." That phrase could be anything from generally dismissive to outright ableist - in my personal view, I doubt anyone meant that - and I just don't like it.)

13] Worst blorbofication

Controversial opinion: people really just reduced Harry's character to being Uma's violent right-hand guy, which I think does a major disservice to his character. Don't get me wrong, I love Huma very much, but I love it with dimensions of "why does Harry follow her? What drives his loyalty? Could he have commanded a crew on his own? How does his family life affect his home on the ship and with his crew?"

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Anyways. Choose violence fandom asks!

[spidermanifested]

ive thought a little more about devils nest dungeon meshi au (demons nest?) and here is the idea i was bouncing around in my head. id love for some kind of lore compliance check because i havent really gone back over the manga since i finished it, or sought out any kind of supplemental material, and i like the challenge of fitting these kinds of things into the boundaries of the source (once again DUNGEON MESHI SPOILERS. for people who havent read the manga at all)

so you have this demon (in a dungeon) (granting desires and eating them) (getting stronger) (hoping someday he can get out of the dungeon). and hes been in there a while and boy does he love watching humans get their greatest wishes granted, but the part where they gradually go mad with power or get disenchanted with the results and also he has to eat their desires anyway eventually kind of blows. he wishes he could only have the good part where he gets to make people happy forever is that too much to ask. maybe when he gets out of the dungeon he can do something about that. love to get out of the dungeon

anyway fast forward a while and this guy comes in. some teenage prince from a tallman country thats wracked with internal conflict and what HE wants is to become immortal, because that way when he takes the throne his reign will be eternal and the different clans will stop fighting over the right of succession. thats so specific. the demon loves it. he can just give him a peaceful united empire here, in the dungeon, which he can rule eternally-- no he wants the one at home. well. the problem with that is that the demon is here, in the dungeon, and not out there.

HELP WANTED NOTICE: i dont remember what the exact plan was vis a vis the winged lion getting up to the surface in the manga and i know it Had to be simpler than "just walk out of there" because why would it have had to steal laios' body about it. WOULD a sufficiently dedicated dungeon lord be able to get back up to the surface with their respective demon in tow.

ADDITIONAL HELP WANTED NOTICE: if a demon WAS freed from the dungeon without being powerful enough to get out under its own strength, how much magic would it be able to perform out there? would it be able to make somebody immortal without the big magic-insulation box. i feel like this changes a lot if greed Can grant ling immortality vs if now that hes out of the dungeon he cant really do shit.

either way now that hes out he does not technically need to eat this kids desires specifically anymore. if the immortality thing is a bust, maybe hes shaken by the experience of not being able to fulfill somebodys wish for the first time. but HIS wish has been fulfilled instead? complicated! maybe ling drags him back to his kingdom to help him gain the throne, or maybe he gets mad and leaves and greed never finds out what happens to him, but whatever goes down it changes his worldview and hes starting to develop a sense of personhood separate from the rest of the Demon Conglomerate, and also desires that are unique to Him

but he still wants to help people realize their own desires and maybe thats even strengthened by the fact that now he personally knows how much it owns (funny) to want something so bad and finally get it. so im thinking eventually he goes back to his old dungeon, now way smaller, and he sets up shop, and just waits for people to come by so he can help them in a less exploitative way. like he graduates from Addiction Metaphor to Healthy Coping Mechanism Metaphor. and the chimeras all find their way there eventually and he wins their trust one at a time until they are forced to admit this weird overly genuine dungeon guy kind of rules. his personality is laios basically he has the exact same type of autistic swag

but. if the elves heard about a demon who was just fucking going up to people floor 1 like hi im a demon welcome to my dungeon. they would shit bricks. so the raid also has to happen at some point. and i Am putting ling in there albeit as backstory so im open to suggestions as to how the rest of the cast of fma can fit into this (father and the homunculi as other more typical demons obviously) (no clue about anybody else) (come and play toys with me)

[mr-gallows]

Leon Kennedy headcanons: Emotion & Personality

note: These are all based on Leon as he is in the RE4 remake.

This man is incredibly patient and level-headed. Definitely patient with service workers. There’s nothing to be mad about if he doesn’t have monsters or people trying to kill him. If someone obviously doesn’t care, however, it’s going to irritate him.

Leon is not aggressive with people (typically), but since RE2 he has developed a more aggressive music taste as a form of catharsis.

Anyone getting disenchanted Pisces vibes? Idealistic kind of guy, empathetic, but by the time of RE4 he’s definitely guarding that side of himself. He also might be a little numb. I might do an ‘astrology reading’ for him later, who knows.

Leon is totally fucked up over the fact that he was motivated to protect people because of what happened to his family, and then having those ideals totally obliterated by everyone on the force dying, getting manipulated by someone he trusted, and a corrupt system that has blackmailed him. In some way, his dreams and aspirations feel hollow. All he can do is keep surviving and working to protect Sherry and everyone he can; but being chained to corruption eats away at him.

He rarely cries because he’s afraid he won’t be able to stop. He’s got  a dam built up, and if it cracks, everything comes pouring out at  once.

After the events of RE4 when he gets back to his home, he’s just kind of going through the motions, until he suddenly breaks down and cries because all the stress, fear, and sadness for the people lost just hits him like a brick wall. Just randomly in the middle of making coffee or something.

He would really enjoy having someone around who could make him laugh. Hard to do, but boy will he warm up to someone so much more if they can get him to do that. Leon was motivated to protect Ashley from the get-go, but getting him to chuckle and joking with him made him develop a warmer feeling toward her.

I know Leon is hot and all but whenever I see this man’s eyes I feel like his dating life is just...kinda sad? Sure, he’s smooth and witty, but he fears if they look long enough, they’ll just see the depression oozing from his pores. He’s emotionally constipated at the moment, and he knows that’s not great for developing connections with people. One-night stands it is. He’s hot enough to land them when he needs to, and that’s about it.

RE4 remake Leon is markedly different from original RE4 Leon (read: water is wet), and while I see OG Leon making quips and trying to seduce his way into bed with someone, I don’t see Remake Leon laying it on as thick. I feel like he’s more quiet and prefers good atmosphere. Always picks a shadowy corner table. He’s a good listener, which makes his dates feel good and does him a favor in terms of getting them into his bed. He does want to get to know the person he’s going to fuck at least a little bit, so he does ask questions about them, only for it to be forgotten the morning after.

Doesn’t have a fuckbuddy. First, he doesn’t want to feel like he’s just using someone for sex, and second, he’s afraid of forming a connection. He can’t afford to do that in his line of work.

Considering that he’s pretty cold to Ada in the remake, I think it shows he knows how to set/maintain and respect BOUNDARIES, BABY! We love to see it. I’ll see myself out. If there are canon inconsistencies I apologize, I’m from the Silent Hill fandom and have fairly scant knowledge of RE in comparison lol.

[phantomluck]

I stopped trying to live post. Here's my summary of watching the live stream tonight starting around Sharpest Lives

Ray toro dancing during sharpest lives

"Fuckin ace man" after

Lower register "well carry on" I love you

They look so happy oh my god

Frank is playing with his favorite band

Mikey playing the album that almost killed him with so much joy

Toro disenchanted solo you will always be famous

Streamer: "I hope he makes us bark again"

(Unfortunately no barking)

Her and her mic chord playing

RAY TORO HOP!!!

WUUUHHHGGGG

"I'm gonna start barking anyway even tho she didn't ask for it"

Little wave for sound person. Love

God grant me serenity speech before mama oh my god someone cast gee as prior 40 days ago

Bum bum bum bum bum

KAYLEY THE VIOLINIST YIU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMLUS

Gerard way longs to kill a guy after their friend died

WAKE UP

The energy during sleep holy fuck

Her sweet face and chuckle at the end of sleep

Mcr forever

"Having the sweetest face and the nastiest scream in the world its.....it's too much"

Partay time!!!! :D

Mcr is ending they're giving it so much I still they better not what the fuck

Gerard "This is a song about being in the dream, and dying, because that's the dream too"

Gerard "Please put the lights this way, it's really for us" "that is beautiful"

Disenchanted most pain I've ever felt what the fuxk

Mcr please don't go away

Where did you hide, too? And where did you run?

Disenchanted keys instead of guitar (or pedal?)

"Everybody say 'thank you' to Mikey way for disenchanted" you're right say it!!!!

Not afraid to keep on living mcr forever actually never die

The crowd pan out (thank you streamer) during

FLW. The crowd shouting never ceases to choke me up. Litterally a song to stay alive for. I know the whole city heard it.

NANANANA FOR ENCORE!!!!!! FUCK!!!!

Frank and Ray sing together yes love good needed

Chord choke on "kiss me you animal" GIRL

Oh God they're going to "die" to change the world not again fick

No call and response????? Running out the timer maybe?????

Mikey way I love your jamming stance

Crowd son long and good night singing I'm emotional

Things are better if I stay. They're going to be a band forever

Guitar on Frank's head

"Fuck yeah get home safe motherfuckers" mcr forever

[nightwingshero]

Just A Drink - Chris Redfield x Leon Kennedy

This is my gift for @a-thousand-lives-lost-for-peace for the My Bloody Valentine's Day Exchange! I hope you like it, it was my first time writing for this ship, but I loved exploring it!!! It was a pleasure creating for you!!!

Of course a shout out to @carlosoliveiraa for making this all happen, you're amazing and I always enjoy these when you do them!!!

“Vacation time again, huh?”

“You owe me a bottle at the very least, Redfield.”

The bar was just a hole in the wall in a random town that really only had two traffic lights. Somewhere out of the way, but not so far off from civilization. Not while they were both so damn busy and at beck and call for whatever disaster came next. It would happen eventually, like it always did, like they had talked about before. Chaos breaks out, they save the day, it gets covered up as needed—rinse and repeat. Neither of them wanted to dwell on that, not when they had just saved Rebecca’s life, only moments to spare before they had lost her forever. But what happened stayed in the past where it belonged, along with the rest of the skeletons and close calls.

It didn’t escape Leon, the irony of the situation, where it was Chris drinking in a bar with Leon seeking him out. The last time it had happened, Chris and Rebecca needed Leon’s help. But as Leon took a seat with Chris, it was clear that Leon didn’t share the same intentions that Chris had—he was content with indulging. He ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks as opposed to the beer his drinking buddy seemed fond of.

Chris chuckled lightly as he shrugged, inclining the neck of his bottle towards Leon’s short glass, a slight toast in silent promise between them. The smile was a bit short lived as the longer Chris stared at his bottle, the more his smile fell, losing the light and warmth it typically held. Leon noticed, of course there wasn’t much Leon didn’t notice in general, but his attention to detail seemed to heighten when around this guy—despite never wanting to really admit it. A few more moments of silence, a few more heartbeats, and Chris said something that fell under the noise of loud country music blaring from old, worn-out speakers. “You know…if you hadn’t showed up when you did, who knows where we’d all be.”

“Told you, had to take the stairs.” Leon tapped his fingers against his glass, partly avoiding the heavy conversation. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the capability, he just wasn’t sure if he had the capacity. So much weighed on his shoulders and he wasn’t ignorant enough to think Chris was better off. Guilt and regret held a strong grasp on Leon’s mind, the squad he lost, their close call with Rebecca, and just the things that had all led to this, including Raccoon City—where everything had started. It was strange, the more either of them thought about it, to see how their fates seemed intertwined from the beginning, without even realizing it at the time. “Not exactly vacation talk, Redfield.”

“I just…wanted to say thanks. I know that…well, you were going through your own thing when we caught up with you.” Chris replied, taking a sip of his beer. “I am sorry about your squad, Leon.”

A few more taps on his glass and Leon still didn’t know quite what to say. He still felt that anger, that regret and guilt. But if anyone could understand that, it was Chris Redfield. And while he was pissed at Chris at the time he had asked for help, even if he was still so disenchanted with the impact their actions had—or the lack thereof—he was still somewhat grateful to have gone with them. If anything because of Rebecca’s sake, but if he was honest with himself, it was more than that. Leon wasn’t sure if there ever would be a moment where he wouldn’t have Chris’ back, hated the version of himself that ever had to go against him—something he’s been forced to do before.

“That’s why you’re making it up to me, Redfield.” It was these moments that helped bring him back down to earth, a breath of fresh air before diving right back in again. Chris laughed again, nodding as the air between them remained heavy with things left unsaid, thoughts that were shoved aside and buried. Whatever it was, they didn’t talk about it. Or the way their eyes just kind of caught before Chris smiled, holding his beer bottle up in mock salute.

“Well, let’s get you that bottle I owe you then, see if we can get to the bottom of it.”

[akitasimblr]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

hello anon, thank you for the ask!

i cry a lot while watching movies. but wendy & lucy is probably the movie that made me cry longer and left me thinking for many days. it is a slow and brilliant film.

i love french comedies. i have been watching the Fais pas ci, fais pas ça and oh dear, i laugh so much my belly hurts! hehe

i belong to a left-wing political party. i was quite active in my early adulthood years. now i feel a bit disenchanted, but it's just a phase.

[multiplebirthinwebcomics]

Multiple Births

Round 1 Poll 3

Read El Goonish Shive

Read Schoolbus Graveyard

Submitted context (including spoilers) and propaganda under the line

Ellen and Elliot : While they are twins, they aren't technically "same-birth" because Ellen was a duplicate of a gender-bent Elliot created by a magical artifact.

So, for context, one day Elliot got hit with a magical beam of "turns-you-into-a-hot-girl". In an attempt to disenchant Elliot using the magical artifact the "dewitchery diamond" the enchantment on him was actually extracted and transformed into a whole new person with an entirely new soul: a girl named Ellen, who has all of Elliot's memories, but is her own person. Ellen later gets a second set of fake childhood memories from a non-existent dream alternate universe where, among other things, she was raised as a girl, which helps her personality grow beyond just being a female duplicate of Elliot. All of this to say that the answers to the question "is Ellen Trans?" is "by any real-world definition, technically no. But beyond that, yes, very much so". (Side note: Elliot would later figure out that's he's "gender casual", in part because of Ellen asking him "haven't you ever wondered about the fact that I was able to adjust to being a girl so easily despite having all of your memories?")

Anyways, Elliot immediately viewed Ellen as his sister, and Elliot's parents immediately accepted Ellen as their daughter. Elliot/Ellen's friend Tedd's dad (who works for the part of the government that covers-up the existence of magic & hides it from most of society) used his authority/resources to make it so that all legal documentation says that Ellen is Elliot's twin sister, with the "official" cover-story that:

Mr. And Mrs. Dunkel couldn't afford to support themselves and two children, and could barely afford to keep one (Which. Technically, would have been accurate [since we later find out Mrs. Dunkel had to drop-out of college at 21 when she got pregnant with Elliot]). As a result, Ellen wound up in foster care. Now that the family is financially secure, she's been reunited with them

Regarding the "They fall in love with the same person" cliché, at the start of the comic, Elliot was dating Tedd's cousin Nanase. However, unbeknownst to both Elliot & Nanase at the time, Nanase was actually a Lesbian. Even though she really liked him as a person and they got along really well, she just wasn't interested in him romantically and was going through the motions trying to make the relationship work. She broke up with him when she realized that he had unresolved feelings with one of his childhood friends, because she knew he would be too passive to act on those feelings himself.

Flash forward to the storyline of Ellen's creation, and picture this: You're Nanase, you've recently broken up with the person who was the closest you've been able to get to really feeling something romantic for a guy, and after telling your gay best friend Justin this fact, he starts needling you about the about the possibility that you might be a lesbian, which you deny. But lo and behold, you are face to face with someone who is literally just said ex-boyfriend, but a super hot girl. You get close because you are one of the only people able to comfort her through the very traumatic experience of "being brought into existence with only memories of a life that aren't your own". And you feel things with her that you've never felt before.

Long-story-short, Nanase and Ellen develop mutual feelings for each other, confess said feelings, and become a couple."

Taylor and Tyler : They are each other's whole family (well their mother is alive but not very present since the death of their father). As of the last chapter, one might end up being used as a tragic backstory for the other.