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moemoemammon · 3 years ago

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I wanted to draw this because I've got brain rot, but my arms are damaged and I cannot so you'll have to take it as text: ⬇️⬇️⬇️

After making their pact together, Leviathan and Daikon had no choice but to communicate to clear up the bad blood between them. But given that they're both introverts who weren't on speaking terms, they chose the next best medium for awkward starter conversations: text!

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After a week or four of texting back and forth, they stepped so far into meme-spam and shitposting territory that you'd think they were old pals (despite barely holding a conversation irl). They'd even acknowledge each other on the halls when passing!That being said, Levi finally gathered the courage to invite Dai to his room for games! Only.. it wasn't really how either of them imagined things.

Daikon was unusually quiet, and Leviathan assumed he was weirded out. Was it the figurines lining the walls? The posters plastered to nearly every surface?? The fact that he didn't have a real bed??? Of course he'd be uncomfortable. Who in their right mind would want to hang out with an otaku? Anxieties swam through the Avatar of Envy's mind about which of his endless shortcomings could be the object of Dai's disdain, until he couldn't hold it in any longer: he had to know!

.....But he could never ask it out loud. No way! That's way too much for a shut-in to handle! So Levi accepted his fate, and the awkward tension that hung thick in the air the entire evening. Where was that chaotic energy Daikon radiated in their messages? The picture spam, the texts at ungodly hours of the night, the random stories about his life that highkey sounded fake??? None of that was present right now, only the sound of tense silence filling the room.

"-It was terrible! Gaaah, I knew I shouldn't have invited him over! Who would want to come in my room anyway?! What was I even thinking, inviting a normie in?" Leviathan lets his head fall against the dinner table, lamenting to his brothers about the worst movie marathon he’d ever had to endure. Luckily for him the human in question chose to eat in his own room alone, as was standard considering he’d been kidnapped and forced to attend a weird demon school. "I didn't think he’d be THAT uncomfortable, though. He barely said a word! But when we text, he can send paragraphs and paragraphs!"

A twitch of annoyance quirks Lucifer's brow and the eldest feels a migraine coming on. "If you'd been paying more attention, maybe you'd understand why he acts that way." Levi didn't get it. Paying attention to what?? "This is why I tell you to leave your room more often."

"What're ya worry in' about that human so much for anyway?" Mammon asks, trying to play aloof to mask the jealousy bubbling within him. He pushes his food around his plate absentmindedly. "It ain't like it matters if he talks to ya or not. Actually, you should just forget all about it! No need to talk to em!"

"What they're trying to say is," Asmodeus steals the spotlight effortlessly, a taunting smile tugging at his glossed lips, "Daikon is always like that. He doesn't say much to anyone, ever. Why, the only person he's had a long talk with was probably Luke! It was so cute, hearing the both of them share recipes~"

"So in short, you didn't do anything. Daikon doesn't say much to any of us. Though, I'm sure there's more than one reason for that. You mean they've been here for nearly a month, and you didn't even know that?" Satan always had a way with words that made Levi feel like a fool. But how was he supposed to know the normie didn't speak? He was completely different online!!

#daikon talks #obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#shall we date? obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me fanfiction #obey me writing #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #daikon lore

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creativeashproductions · 4 years ago

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Pregnancy Test Roulette // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: As a college student living with your three best friends is the best and even better when they get along with your long-term boyfriend. However, one of your best friends decides to film a video inspired by another tiktok video. You just had to jinx yourself.

Warnings: Swearing, unplanned pregnancy, allusion to abortion (doesn’t use the actual word), college, and reader has a gender-neutral roommate and best friend named Lu.

Words: 2.4k

A/N: This inspired by a video I watched of someone announcing her pregnancy by taking a test with her friends. They each took one and put in a box to shake and hell exploded with the positive, the actual person was aware before the pregnancy roulette

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They say your ’20s are your best years and maybe that comes from being able to bounce back from a night out with your friends. A night that turned your memory into episodic moments you could recall and others you had to guess about. Maybe it’s because you’re in the years where you aren’t under lock and key with your parents but not at the point where you’re expected to have a marriage, kids and mortgage.

It was the sweet spot in life. Now you didn’t drink as much as you did your first year, but you did enjoy the odd glass of wine occasionally—a beer with your older brother or a shot with your best friend. But more often than not you were in bliss nestled into your boyfriend’s side watching an old movie with a bucket of popcorn you had argued over who would make. However, Charlie was in Vancouver filming for Julie and the Phantoms leaving you in your house for the upcoming season. The home you shared with your three college friends to save money but not be stifled in dorms.

“I have an idea!” Sophie spoke, sliding into the living room in her thick socks with duckies on them. Her sudden appearance received both Alice and your attention from the movie Bad Moms playing.

Sophie’s recently dyed blue hair concealing her face from you as she flipped the long strands from her hair. Her bright brown eyes glittering with the same happiness that typically exuded from her.

“What’s this idea?”

“Where’s Lu?” Sophie inquired scanning for them in the room, “Did they have a date?”

“Nah, I’m right here Phee,” Lu announced their presence from the kitchen island going over work emails.

Sophie quickly dragged them from the counter to Alice and you on the couch with a box in her hands. Everyone in the room shared a look as the blue-haired girl went into one of her tangents that could continue indefinitely.

“Phee, calm down. What do you want to do?” Lu questioned whereas Alice had leaned forward to grab a look at the box.

“I think the best question is: what does it have to do with the box of pregnancy tests in your hand?” Alice asked flicking her ocean blue eyes at the girl sheepishly looking at the group, “Do you think you’re pregnant?”

“What! No! I thought it would be hilarious to take a test each and put in the box.” Sophie replied, pursing her lips together with a pleading look in her eyes, “Plus I wanna know how you do it…?”

You sighed with a shake of your head, “You saw this on Tiktok. We’re all damn careful at preventative measures. There’s no harm in taking the test. Hand one over.”

Sophie was quick to hand you a test along with the rest of the group before splitting off to the attached bathroom to your master suite room. You hadn’t even fought for the room when you moved in your sophomore year of college. Lu had been quick to announce that as the only one in a relationship Charlie would be over and they didn’t want a show.

The instructions were straight forward enough you had capped the test brought it the hallway to drop in the box held by Sophie. The camera catching everyone as they did so. Lu followed with their test followed by Alice, and you wandered back to your seat in the living room.

“Is there a reason you made us pee on sticks?” You inquired grabbing one of the decorative pillows Alice had bought. It was mostly Alice’s touch that brought the living room together with her minor in interior design.

“I thought it would be fun.” Sophie simply shrugged joining Lu on their couch, leaving Alice back in her seat.

The movie still paused as per Sophie’s request, so no one forgot about the tests waiting to be revealed. You had no clue why it mattered to not forget about them, as you had said before. Everyone had a pact to keep up on contraceptive, hell there’s a box near the hallway filled with condoms. Everyone just added a few to the box if it was lower than twenty squares.

“Okay.” Lu trailed off, clicking their fingers on the phone in their hands. Their attention is easily taken away from the game Sophie wanted.

Sophie was always jumping on trends on Tiktok, a few even before they became real trends, so this wasn’t anything new. Sophie even had a few viral videos on the app that sometimes took all her attention for a few hours. That being said, you weren’t overly scared about the outcome.

“Ooh, Charamader is calling.” Lu snorted leaning overseeing the cheesy photo of Charlie kissing your cheek. His contact photo in your phone had been taken by Luk as well.

“One moment.” You told Sophie with her wide eyes pointedly staring at the box on the coffee table littered with magazines, “It will be a second!”

Sophie waved you off to the kitchen where you clicked on the green button.

“Hey!” Charlie beamed from the kitchen on the apartment he shared with Owen during filming. His wide eyes crinkled by the grin he wore, “What’s new? How was that exam?”

“I think I did a lot better than I had expected.” You admitted to the Canadian guy brushing the hair away from his face. He had to recut to Luke’s style when filming for the new season happened.

“I told you!” Charlie cheered, flipping his gaze from his phone to the pan he was carefully inspecting, “How lucky am I? My girl is going to graduate with a fancy degree! I’ll be front row when it happens.”

“Just as I will be right there when you win an Oscar.” You teased your boyfriend as Sophie loudly counted down from the living room. Charlie’s attention was drawn to the trio of your best friends waiting.

“Did I pull you away from something?” Charlie’s brown brows furrowed as he mentally went over the plans you had informed him of.

There wasn’t a single plan he remembered so he relaxed marginally when the fear of missing something faded.

“Sophie’s made us do this video for TikTok. We’re halfway through-“

“Hey Charlie, she’ll call you back. We had pregnancy tests to check!” Sophie interrupted ending the video call with your boyfriend.

Both Charlie and you frantically talking as Sophie ended the call with that bomb and not clarifying further on it. To take it further, the blue-haired beauty pocketed your phone as well to avoid her video being interrupted.

You had no doubt the Canadian actor was freaking the fuck out that you were taking a pregnancy test. If he was spamming your phone, Sophie wasn’t reacting to the vibrating other than to aggressively point over to the couch.

“Just text him,” Sophie grumbled throwing your phone back at you when the line formed between her eyebrows. The frustration of Charlie overcoming her excitement for the video.

“PREGNANCY TEST?” Charlie screamed as soon as you accepted his phone call, “Am I missing something?”

“Sophie wanted to do a video of Alice, Lu, her and I took one. We’re good.” You soothed the ruffled feathers of the male who released a gasp.

“Sophie, you gave me a heart attack. Holy shit, I just about knocked Owen unconscious.” The man in question was speaking, but you couldn’t hear the words he spoke, “What! I thought my girl needed me!”

“I’m Charlie but I won’t if I don’t end the call-“

“We can mute the call.” Charlie interrupted dancing on the balls of his feet with anticipation in his blood even if you had denied being pregnant, “This sounds like-”

“Nice try Gillespie. Y/N will call tomorrow, it’s roomie night.” Lu spoke before ending the call for you just like Sophie had, “AS much as I like the dude, this is getting interesting.”

You simply shared a look with Alice as Sophie expertly stationed the camera to get everyone, Alice was the one to shake the box again. Each of you was given a test to hold with snickers falling from lips. Lu’s hand ran through the recently chopped hair while Alice repositioned her body on the floor.

“Okay…one, two, three.” Sophie calmly spoke before flipping her test around. Everyone followed suit.

“Negative.” You informed the group. Lu was quick to announce the negative in her hand.

Sophie simply shook her head before everyone turned to Alice, “Alice?”

The brunette pixie-haired girl stared at the test before she lunged for the box, “What’s a positive?”

“Why-“

“The test is positive!” Alice snapped shakily reading the instructions as she gripped the test in her hand. Her lips mouthed the words she read with a speed that greatly impressed you.

Everyone was huddled around her after Sophie had ended the video in pure shock, reading the test that very much said positive. Your lips parted in stunned silence sitting back on your heels just as Sophie did.

“Who’s test is it?!” Sophie exclaimed roughly running her hand over her face, “Holy shit.”

“Not mine.” Lu informed the group with a nervous smile on their face, “The last person I was with was Susan from Statistics.”

That left three people.

“Eliminate the options.” You breathed looking at Alice, “Wasn’t the last guy you were with a few weeks ago? Jas or something from-“

“Jasper from my Mythology course, but that was like four months ago! I’ve been swamped with classes and work.” Alice spoke with a small smile, “He was terrific. I should see if he’d like to grab a- “

“Not the time Alice!” Sophie screeched frantically looking around the room, “Oh my god, what about you?”

Sophie’s eyes came down on you with a pleading look in her eyes at this very sudden twist on her once innocent game. Your mind went over the last few months, but you were blanking at every opportunity.

“I can’t. Shit. I need to call Charlie.” You grumbled tapping the screen of the phone, “Alice, can you go grab a box of tests from the store? We used all of them.”

“-grab as many as possible!” Sophie cried, shaking in her slippers and cosy clothing. This was not how she had expected the night to go.

“I thought it was roomie night.” Charlie spoke as soon as the phone connected, “Something wrong?”

“When was the last night we had sex?” You inquired, leaving the man in Canada to choke on his beer.

In Vancouver sharing a beer with Owen with a film that had interested the pair playing Charlie hadn’t expected your call. Owen barely blinked at the interruption when the movie was fascinating, but he did turn when he heard Charlie choke.

“W-what?” Charlie coughed wiping his chin with the back of his hand, “Is this some weird part of a card game-“

“Charlie, when was the last time we had-“

“Jesus, I stayed the night before we left for the airport two months ago? We had a quickie in the bathroom at the airport as well.” Charlie scrunched his face recalling the lack of time he had been physical with you. His face turning red with Owen’s full attention on the flustered Canadian actor.

“Everything good?” Owen asked his best friend but only received a wave off.

“You sound scared. Is everything okay?” Charlie now demanded while your lips parted to ask if it was possible the condoms you used broke. The frantic breathing of Alice interrupted you, however.

Your e/c eyes found the pixie-haired girl leaned over, catching her breath with the box in her hands. Without thinking, your phone fell from your fingers as you lunged to the box with three tests. Alice had thought ahead and bought a box each for you and Sophie.

“Sophie’s waiting in the living room. Lu’s got her.” Alice softly told you both deaf to the two males on the phone, “I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you, Alice.” You choked marching into the bathroom, “If it’s me…I-“

“If you’re the one pregnant, then this baby will be blessed if you decide to continue the pregnancy. If you don’t, I’m right here for you. If you’re not pregnant, we can do a couple shots.” Alice squeezed your hands unintentionally, sending Charlie into a frantic moment once more.

Your feet stopped suddenly remembering you hadn’t hung up the phone with Charlie, “Fuck.”

Alice, already reading the situation, tossed your phone to you with a smile as she sat on your bed. With a thankful one sent back, you entered the bathroom with your thumb, clicking the FaceTime button.

“This is the second time!” Charlie exclaimed scanning the background for one of your roommates, “I thought you weren’t pregnant!”

“So did I! Until one of four tests turned out positive, and now I have three more tests I need to pee on!” You exclaimed, “I jinxed us! I literally said how all of us are so good keeping up with preventative measures!”

“Apparently not as well.” Owen spoke, shoving his head over Charlie’s shoulder to see you with his kind smile, “Can you take three slow but deep breaths for me?”

With a few words coaching your breathing, you calmed down enough to mute the call and turn the phone to the ceiling for your privacy. Once the toilet was flushed, tests capped waiting on the counter, and your hands washed, you turned back to the call.

“What’re we gonna do Char?” You sobbed with a deep ache to be in his arms just as he felt the same, “We don’t live together! How can we do this!”

As Owen had led you through the calming breathing, Charlie had dug deep to calm down eternally for you. He found clarity even in the storm of being terrified and somewhat guilty, which he knew was misplaced.

“If you’re pregnant I’ll be there for you. No matter what, I will be there for you. If we keep the baby, we will rock parenting. We have friends and our family.” Charlie soothed you with his pretty hazel eyes glittering at you, “We’ve been together since we were eighteen. We’ve talked about marriage and kids.”

“Should I le-“

“You can stay.” You softly told Owen who squeezed Charlie’s shoulder while you sat in silence with Alice quietly sitting by your side.

Alice’s hand grabbed yours in comfort and support, waiting for the minutes to end and when they did you cried.

Separated in different countries you and Charlie took in the news that there was, in fact, a child on the way. Charlie’s lips parted in glee as he easily read the excitement in your facial expressions amid the fear.

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allsassnoclass · 4 years ago

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hi!!! for the i love you prompts i was thinking about 83 for cashton 💙

Hello Maya! Thank you for the prompt.

Warning: this fic takes place after a car crash

Cashton: “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

Calum isn't sleeping when the call comes in, but it's a near thing. The clock reads 1:37 when he glances at it before looking at the caller ID on his phone. It's an unfamiliar number, something in his area code but not in his contacts, and he lets it ring through. After a few moments of silence his phone rings again, the same number, and Calum figures that anyone calling twice isn't going to be a spam bot.

"Hullo?" he asks, clearing his throat so he doesn't sound as tired the next time he speaks.

"Calum?"

The voice makes his blood run cold, familiar even though he hasn't heard it say his name for months, sounding much too small and tired.

"Ashton?"

"Yeah, it's me," Ashton says. "Sorry for calling so late. I hope I didn't wake you."

"What's wrong?" he asks, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. If Ashton is calling him after radio silence for months sounding like that, there's no way this is a casual social call.

"I, um. I need someone to pick me up from the hospital. I'm sorry, you can call Luke or Michael if you want, but I-- my phone is smashed and your number is the only one I have memorized."

"Holy shit, Ashton," Calum says, heart leaping into his throat. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Ashton laughs helplessly, the kind of laugh he uses when he's dangerously close to a breakdown. Calum used to be fully fluent in every sound Ashton makes, able to read his mood from the cadence of his breathing. It seems like he still can, to some extent.

"I crashed my car. Phone is busted, but they're letting me go. Concussion and a broken arm."

It could be worse. It could be so much worse, but Calum doesn't feel comforted.

"Is everyone else okay?"

"Yeah. I was the only one in the car and I crashed it into a tree, so no one is hurt."

"No one except you."

Ashton hums.

Holy shit, Ashton crashed his car. Ashton, who is the safest driver Calum knows. Ashton, who Calum hasn't seen outside of passing moments with mutual friends in months and who still has his phone number memorized.

"Which hospital?" he asks.

"OSF. You don't have to, I--I should've called a cab. Sorry, I didn't think--"

"Stay there. I'm coming to get you."

Ashton sighs. Calum recognizes relief in it, but also defeat. He needs to see Ashton right now.

"Okay," Ashton says quietly. "Thanks. I'll be outside by the discharge parking."

"Okay. See you soon."

He doesn't speed, the knowledge that Ashton is fresh out of a car crash making him keep a careful eye on the speedometer, but it's a close thing. He doesn't like the idea of Ashton waiting alone in a hospital, no one else there to make sure he's okay or to keep him from getting too deep in his own head.

He probably should've called Michael or Luke. Ashton would surely be more comfortable with either of them right now, but Calum's number is the one he dialed. Calum's number is the only one he has memorized, even if they broke up months ago.

Ashton seems so small sitting on the bench with the entire hospital lit up and looming behind him. The florescent lights spilling from windows the sliding front door do nothing to penetrate the night, a floodlight instead beaming down on the bench like a spotlight, drawing Calum's eyes straight to Ashton. He's hunched, arm drawn to his middle, head bowed. When Calum pulls up to the curb Ashton doesn't look up until he rolls down his window and calls to him.

"Hey," he says. Ashton tries to give him a tired smile, but he doesn't quite manage it. He looks like he's about to cry, and it makes Calum want to cry, too.

He's supposed to be immune to Ashton by now, but it seems that a few months isn't long enough to get over him.

Ashton gets into the car silently, carefully buckling himself in around his busted arm. There's a piece of gauze taped to his forehead near his temple. His face looks gaunt, hair in need of a wash and clothes rumpled and torn from the crash. He's definitely looked better, but Calum drinks him in anyway. They haven't been alone together since they broke up. Calum doesn't remember the words that they screamed at each other, just that it had felt like something important inside him shattered when Ashton slammed the door on the way out.

Calum is the one who said they were finished. Ashton is the one who said he didn't love him, even though Calum knows that was a lie.

He doesn't need to ask how to get to Ashton's apartment from here. He starts driving and gives Ashton a minute to compose himself.

"Why are you doing this?" Ashton asks eventually. Calum glances over at him, but he's facing away, watching the city pass by outside his window.

There's a lot of things he could say here. I didn't like the though of you waiting here longer than necessary. I wasn't asleep anyway. You sounded like you need a friend and when I told you to get out of my life I never actually thought you would.

"Why do you still have my phone number memorized?"

Ashton stays silent. It's not like him; Calum was always the quieter of the two. Ashton likes filling dead air.

"Are you okay?"

Ashton snorts. He takes a shaky breath and Calum knows that he's crying now. He doesn't have any tissues in the car. He wants to reach out and comfort him, but he knows it wouldn't be welcomed. Ashton has pride, a lot of it. If he wasn't able to swallow it to salvage their relationship, he won't be able to swallow it a few months after the end.

"Sorry," Ashton says.

"Stop apologizing," Calum snaps, then winces. "You don't have to apologize."

"I thought you wanted me to work on that," Ashton says.

He had. Ashton was allergic to the word "sorry." It was one of the things that contributed to their last argument, but Calum doesn't like how easily the word has slipped off his tongue tonight.

"Well, it's weird. You don't have anything to apologize for tonight. Not to me, at least."

Ashton makes a wounded noise in the back of his throat. Calum clenches the steering wheel tighter to keep from reaching for him.

"It's been a bad fucking day," Ashton says. "Everything's gone to shit at once and I-- you're the only person I could call and I thought you were going to hang up once you knew it was me."

"I wouldn't do that to you," Calum says.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did."

Calum doesn't know what to say to that. They drive in silence for a few minutes, lights flickering by as the car winds through streets that Calum has been down hundreds of times before.

"You know I don't hate you, right?" he says quietly. "Not for how we ended. That was as much my fault as yours. For a few weeks, I kept going over it in my mind what I could've said differently to change that outcome."

"Calum--"

"We don't need to do this now, but I think we need to talk. I don't know if I can stop loving you until we do."

Ashton makes another wounded noise, one that Calum hasn't heard before. He winces.

"Sorry,' he says. "I shouldn't've said that right now. I know you have a lot on your mind."

"You think?" Ashton huffs. He's putting on a brave face again, trying to shift the conversation tone lighter. It's false, but Calum lets him. He knows that he needs to tonight.

He reaches for the radio and lets Ashton make halfhearted complaints about the songs or commercials until they pull up to his apartment complex. Calum turns down the radio and watches Ashton unbuckle himself.

"Do you need anyone to stay with you? Are you supposed to stay awake due to your concussion?"

"It's okay. Matt should be home."

Calum nods. Ashton reaches for his door handle, but hesitates. He drops his hand and turns back to Calum, facing him fully for the first time all night.

"I'll get a new phone within the week and text you. We can meet up and talk about... things. Us. Whatever we both need to."

"I look forward to it," Calum says. Ashton presses his lips together and Calum wonders if that was the right phrasing. It probably won't be a pleasant conversation, but Calum was telling the truth regardless. He's looking forward to it because now that he's seen Ashton, he can't wait to do it again. He's been in a desert without realizing it, and every glimpse of Ashton is a sip of water.

"Thank you for coming to get me," Ashton says quietly.

"You can call me any time," Calum says. Ashton closes his eyes briefly, then musters up a smile. It's fake, it's so fake, but it's the most real one he's given Calum all night.

"Have a good night, Cal. Get home safe."

Calum watches Ashton until he's through the door, then stays in the car for a few moments longer before he can bring himself to put the car in drive and pull away. He'll see Ashton again later, and he has to keep reminding himself that the entire way home.

#my writing #cashton #drabble #i feel pretty good about this one #feel like i'm getting back into the groove of things. like my recent self-deprication when it comes to writing is less justified #man i love cashton. i have been in a cashton mood want to write more of them

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percyjacksonfan3 · 4 years ago

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The Last Olympian Thoughts

So because I have absolutely 0 self-control or restraint when it comes to this series and its characters, and for The Last Olympian in particular, I could not put TLO down. Because of this I figured I couldn’t do the usual photo reaction posts I have been so far, because the spam would just be ridiculous, so I am stealing the idea from @yourstrulytaaay to do a masterpost instead. (Adding a Read More cause this got ridiculously long)

Fun fact, TLO came out right after i finished reading the series for the first time so it's the first PJO book i bought and my only hard cover one for the og series. I checked the year and turns out it was published 2009, which means i was actually 9 when i read the series for the first time. I realize this is not really a fun fact but i thought i was older when I first read the series so it's blowing my mind a little ‘cause now I’m 21 and everything hits different and i still have so much love for this series and the characters Okay onto book thoughts: - i was right that this book is gonna destroy me, the first line alone made me so excited and nostalgic it's ridiculous - I love Rachel and Percy sm tbh. Her being a bit of peace and normalcy in his life without always reminding Percy of who and what he is is so good for him. Just a little escape

- of course by the end of the book that's not the case any more but by the end he's lived his prophecy so he doesn't need it as badly, plus he and Annabeth are solid again - Percy saying Annabeth has been hard to be around lately... Ouch my heart. Luke really is the last thing that keeps them from being together and Percy is so jealous and Annabeth so torn and in pain, i feel so bad for them both

- Beckendorf 🥺🥺 - the telkhine with the Lil Demon lunchbox!! I forgot about him. Percy: 'i left him alive, partly because his lunchbox was cool' is one of my absolute favourite lines tbh - Paul taking Percy crabbing and being imperative in helping Percy kill the giant crab 💖 Paul Blofis is important and deserves the world, okay? - aw Percy, you can't save every demigod bb

- 'i had to fight him eventually. Why not now?... What difference would a week make?' Oh Percy you have no idea - real talk tho, the fact Kronos possessed Luke's body would also mess me tf up. Percy keeps forgetting it's not Luke anymore and yeah, that would be so so hard and confusing af, like what another smart little mind game for Kronos to pull on top of everything else - the fact Percy fights Kronos before getting the Achilles Curse and actually doesn't die within seconds is... Astounding. He kicks him in the chest! And yeah Kronos is weaker and still adjusting to Luke's body, but Percy is having trouble fighting Luke cause they used to be friends - Percy breaks Kronos' time magic!! Like?! Boy is POWERFUL.

- OUCH - honestly Luke, Thalia and Annabeth's family breaking the way it did... Don't talk to me. Poor Annabeth, Luke betrayed them, Thalia joined the Hunters because of Luke's betrayal so she's pretty much AWOL all the time and then Luke dies. Like Rick wtf, my heart can't take it? -Percy and Tyson having each others backs when talking to Poseidon in the underwater palace is the brother-brother relationship we love to see - Percy trying to stick a sand dollar in the vending machines at school 🤦🏻‍��🤦🏻‍♀ - the whole underwater interaction at Poseidon's palace? Perfection. Awkward family drama and all - Connor falling out of the tree when he sees Percy because he's so excited 😂😂

- 😭💖

- k, ik Clarisse isn't perfect but tbh if i was a child of Ares whose father was disrespected and hated by my fellow campers (ares deserves it but still) and that disrespect trickled down to how the other campers treated ME (which if Percy is reliable here, it obviously does) then i would also be irritated at being used for muscle and nothing else? And just expected to fight with the people who act as if they'd rather not have Ares kids around the rest of the time. Like Clarisse isn't totally wrong - Percy reading the prophecy, seeing he's meant to die and just being like 'i do not see it' and refusing to outright think about it makes me so sad for him - (but it taints every action after and he's super reckless afterwards bc of it- including finally breaking and accepting the Achilles Curse) - (also him taking this as the last straw and finally beginning to show Annabeth how he really feels, cause fuck it, he's dying anyway) - Give me more info about Rachel's backstory and family Rick!! - how did i forget Percy willingly eats chocolates that taste like cardboard because 'i didnt have anything against cardboard' like sir? Ik Silena didn't want them but still? - 'she'd always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful' STOP, MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT - Percy staring at Annabeth and forgetting what they're talking about cause hes so distracted 👌🏻

- hmm yeah... For some strange reason.... - i forgot how Percy totally bombs this convo bw them and now want to cry 😭 Annabeth is trying to talk about what's important and Percy, you sweet oblivious man, you're shooting her down without even realizing - love that they're both on the same wavelength tho. Percy two lines before, hmm it's cool to date ppl from other cabins, wonder why im thinking that around Annabeth, my best friend in the world, and then Annabeth a beat later, hmm, let me bring up Silena and Beckendorf and how it's important to be with the people you love when you have the chance, no way Percy will miss this huge hint right? - they're the best - k i honestly forgot Percy full on physically intimidates Leneus like that - luke telling his mom if he ran away the monsters wouldnt get her..i can just imagine luke crying when he says good bye before running away because he thinks it's his fault his mom is like that and he cant take care of and protect her anymore because it's too hard - uh oh now i have angsty pre-lightning thief luke fic inspo... Him, Thalia and Annabeth on the run... The ANGST - Rick holds absolutely nothing back in this book and i am in pain - HESTIA!! 💖💖🥰 - actual loml - i love that Rick titled this book after her and that he wrote such a great series about the importance of family (biological, found or otherwise) and home, and that he said actually Hestia is the most important bc shes the most humble and keeps the peace and knows when to fight and when to yield and you protect what you love, which is your home - i just... Adore Hestia - Grover! Missed you babes - Hades is so so horrible to Nico, always comparing him to Bianca :/ - but i do love Hades, Persephone and Demeter together they make me laugh - oh god the River Styx - Achilles 🥺 - Annabeth being Percy's lifeline is, and continues to be, A Lot™ - 'my name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth's hand.' LOL Why am i crying? - Like the fact there is no Percy without Annabeth, and that remembering her literally reminded him of who he is in his very soul... It's fine im fine - i won't even get into the parallels of her being his lifeline now and then later when Hera takes his memories but leaves the memory of Annabeth for Percy to fight to get back to (anyone who wants to yell about it with me... Feel free to message) - badass Percy is my fav Percy tbh - him defeating Hades?? Like? Hades is arguably the most powerful god, okay - i feel bad for Nico but if i was Percy I'd do the exact same, Nico, sorry man but this is a high stakes time crunch deal and Nico is literally the only hope of persuading Hades and distracted by his own internal stuff - flashbacks to Luke, Thalia and Annabeth hurt, ow - George and Martha are the best - damn i forgot Hermes full on nearly kills Percy here, yikes - Luke stop cockblocking Percabeth challenge

- i love!! Percy's love for New York!! So much!! - Percy leaving to live in New Rome in HoO is a lie and this is all the proof i need for why - the fact the entire last half of the book is the battle and aftermath... Such great buildup and pacing. All the tricks and twists and battles in this War of Manhattan? I would not take out a thing, Rick, you legend - of course then the final battle in hoo with the gods is what? Two pages? Ugh, don’t talk to me about my hatred for BoO and HoO - 'no detours you two' is still the cutest thing!!! - THE HUNTERS!! Thalia i missed you - good job Percy, you finally spent your sand dollar - Minotaur!! - 'dont i get a kiss for luck? Its kind of a tradition right?' Percy finds out he's gonna die and is out of fucks to give and honestly I support him - also Michael just standing beside these two while they're flirting like umm 👀 👀 while a monster army marches towards them, nbd - Annabeth taking Ethan's knife meant for Percy!!! Cause she just knows his weak spot without him even telling her! They literally invented love - Feral Percy is so scary omg, i love how well Rick incorporates the Achilles Curse in this novel, with the whole heightened weaknesses and stuff ans the parallels to Achilles arrogance being what killed him and Percy's loyalty, fierceness and protective instinct being his own heightened weakness - the fact that Percy is the one who inadvertantly kills Michael Yew tho, I'll never recover from that - the fact Hades offers Maria di Angelo a golden palace by the Styx like how Poseidon offers Sally a palace under the sea tho. Let's talk about that parallel - the entire talk with Prometheus is so so good - not me picturing young Luke hiding in the closet to get away from his mom when she has an 'episode' -i love callbacks in stories and all of the callbacks to the rest of the series in this book make me very happy (medusa, minotaur, the underworld, Rainbow!! My baby!!, Daedalus and more) - Percy summoning a wholeass hurricane against Hyperion - the Party Ponies! They're so chaotic, i love it - Dionysus! 😁 I can't help it, i love him - Percy absolutely losing it when he sees Sally and Paul asleep in the car 🥺 - Rachel telling Percy he's not the hero screws with him so much :( poor bb - although i really really love how Rick wrote this, it's so refreshing to not have one chosen one save the world, but a combination of people - the drakon, Silena and Clarisse make me cry - the Patrochilles references, im not okay - Annabeth giving up on Luke after hearing what he did to Silena and Percy telling her that doesn't make him happy 😭 that whole interaction makes my heart ache - Percy giving Hestia Pandora's pithos 🥺 - and Hades, Nico and the others coming for a final attack is so badass, i love it - listen im glad the og trio were the ones to confront Luke on Olympus but the fact Thalia got so close and then pinned by a statue of HERA makes me so sad. Ik her and Luke were finished and she coped by cutting him off completely and giving up all hope but i would pay money to know what they would have said to each other to say goodbye - Ethan 🥺 - Poseidon joining the fight against Typhon is so cool, such a great scene - 'PEANUT BUTTER!' - Annabeth you brilliant badass you - RIP Luke, you werent great but you werent the worst either - the gods just rolling up seconds too late, wondering wtf happened in Olympus and who the dead body is - the chapter where the Olympians meet and give out rewards is one of my absolute favourites (again i am incensed we didn't get anything like this in HoO) - will Percy turning down immortality ever not make me scream in glee? No? Alright then - Annabeth being relieved like Percy was relieved at the end of Titan's Curse tho - oh Hermes :/ - its so hard reading all this and knowing what comes in HoO... Like it's such a cathartic, earned and mostly happy and peaceful ending and then HoO comes along and undermines it all - aww Rick let Paul see Olympus somehow pls, he deserves it, he killed a dracanae - (i would also love to see it) - Percy being more upset Rachel took his pegasus than her going to Camp and possibly dying, lol, priorities dude - i honestly think that Rick had other ideas for the second Great Prophecy and how things would go down in BoO, cause the prophecy like... Barely applies to BoO, Doors of Death are in book four, and explabations of it is all so unclear when Rick is usually pretty good with that stuff - PERCABETH - lol Percy complaining about privacy when he and Annabeth are caught kissing literally in the middle of the very open and public dining pavilion, okay - BEST UNDERWATER KISS OF ALL TIME - that's it and im a glass case of emotion - very happy to say that this series remains my favourite of all time 💖

If anyone ever wants to come gush about anything Riordanverse related feel free, because as you can see I have a lot of thoughts about it all

#lau rereads pjo #the last olympian is my favourite book for a REASON #honestly every line is killer #so much subtext to read into #the dialogue #the relationships are dialed up to 11 #every character is so on point #the battle strategies too? are just so interesting?#I just adore it #Tay don't read any of this yet cause it's all spoilers #alright I'm gonna go write fic to express these feelings now #tlo #the last olympian #pjo #pjato #percy jackson

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 4 years ago

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The Library Is Open For Requests

I'll be linking some prompts below. The general rules/does and don'ts (Thanks @seanfalco!) will also be attached as well.

The Library Staff would like to hopefully grow their readership in 2021 beyond just the few of you. Feeling challenged and continuing to keep those creative juices flowing would be a wonderful start to hopefully a better year for is all

Will Accept Prompts For:

** denotes new characters

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Darren Treacy (Love/Hate)

Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

Billy Delaney (Me. & Mrs. Jones)

Luba (Mute)

Sean Falco (Bad Samaritan)

Luke (Cherrybomb)

Leon (Moonwalkers)

Roland (Three Summers)

Jack (The Messenger)

Vladek (Fortitude)

Cormac Mcnamara (Foreign Exchange)

Nikolai (Song of Sway Lake)

Vincent Rhodes (The Road Within)

Spiller (The Borrowers)**

Ivan Mccormick (Killing Bono)**

Archie Eden (Demons Never Die)**

Simon Lewis (Mortal Instruments: City of Bones)**

Prompt Lists:

List One

NSFW Prompt List

Rules of the Library (Thank you @Seanfalco for these too. Pretty similar to what the Library is willing to or not willing to do. Tweaked them to fit us)

1. Requests are considered.

I will usually make a post when requests are open

I am not obligated to fill every request that I receive.

I write what inspires me at the time, they will be fulfilled as the muse hits in no specific order

If I find myself uncomfortable, I probably won’t be handling that request

I prefer sentence starters when receiving request, though sometimes super specific is ok if it is a gift. But dont abuse that idea of a gift

Also please don’t spam requests.

I write fem!reader or fem!OC. It’s just what I’m most comfortable with.

To request anonymously do so through “Ask the Library Staff” and with your open Tumblr through the submissions and “Open Requests”

2. I don’t have a strict update schedule.

I work full time. I try to write whenever I can. I just wrote for two consecutive weeks straight and right now Im a bit burnt out. Im attempted to finish two WIPs as well as challenge myself

I usually post whenever I finish. It could be morning, afternoon or even middle of the evening. I will reblog and have specific tags such as “Klaus x request” or “Darren x request” etc.

3. Things I won’t write:

canon x canon or slash – I only write x reader or x oc, I don’t mind including fem slash or threesomes with two male characters and a female character or two females and a male. Im not above including ace representation

noncon – Im an assault survivor. I just won’t do it. I need to be better about mentioning protection

real person fic/rpf

Five smut - even aged up

incest- I know theyre fictional. I know theyre adopted. I just won’t do it.

coming out fics - it’s delicate

if you’re unsure if there’s a topic I will or won’t write, feel free to ask

A Caveat: I am not opposed to mixing my OCs with other characters at your request, nor do I have an issue mixing Robert’s characters with one another. Even, dare I say, sexually. To me that isn’t incest or twincest it’s.. more like masturbation LOL

4. On headcanons:

When I post headcanons, I don’t mind if you reblog them, please do! If you want to brainstorm ideas you can ALWAYS message the Librarian or my other account Miss Kittys Magic Portal and we can share ideas or feelings :)

5. Tag List:

if you would like to be added to my taglist just send me a message or an ask and specify which types of fics you’d like to be tagged in (if its a specific series, or character, or fandom)

6. My Personal Tumblr Ask Box is always open if you want to chat, about Robert, his characters, anything! I also have anonymous turned on, so please don’t be shy! It makes my day to interact with y'all. For here please use it (Open or anon) to request or answer or respond to Thirsty Thursday

#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #prompts #requests

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i-dreamed-i-had-a-son · 4 years ago

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Alright because clearly I haven't spammed my blog with enough posts about the Mandalorian, here are my thoughts written out.

The finale has left me very conflicted. The simple fact of the matter is there won't be a resolution to this confliction until after Season 3 premiers and I see what they're doing with it from here. It's in a very raw and tentative spot for me, because it could very easily go bad from where they left it, but upon further-further thought, I've moved beyond being largely disappointed and into more of a "I hope to God they do it right" stage.

Initially, I was thrilled with the episode. I, being mostly distant from Star Wars minus the original 6 movies (which I'm by no means obsessed with) and this show, absolutely did not call that Luke would show up--or R2, lol. Grogu's tender touch of Din's helmet, asking to see his face? Destroyed me. It was a very cathartic ending and an emotional wrecking-ball. But even in my temporary euphoria, I remember being confused as to why we didn't get to see the moment when Din and Grogu were reunited.

Then I thought about it some more, and I became...much less pleased. Why didn't Din ask to go with Grogu and Luke (or at least ask where they're going)? Why did he voluntarily give him up so easily? Why did he take off his mask in front of a room full of people and a literal stranger, thus seemingly turning away from a tenet of his Creed? I was frustrated that the narrative allowed these things to happen when the issues could have easily been avoided by having a reunion scene with Grogu and Din alone before going back to the main room and by adding a couple lines of dialogue. This left me worried that Grogu's story was over, that Din was no longer going to follow the religion he has thus far steadfastly adhered to, and that the next season would be spent having him become the reluctant ruler of Mandalore (another man-becomes-leader-against-his-will story when literally all he wanted, as he stated several times, was to save his son. And he just lost him). I felt that the show used fanservice to cover over the fact that they simply didn't have a narratively satisfying ending.

Looking at it again, not all of my issues are resolved, but I understand a bit more of why they did what they did with the story arc. In all honesty, for as much as I treasure the father-son bond between Din and Grogu, the whole plot of the show thus far has revolved around Din finding a Jedi to give Grogu to. Without that "transaction" actually occuring, the previous two seasons would have felt largely pointless. (Well, isn't the real point of the series about Din learning that Grogu is his son and that he doesn't have to give him up?) That's what I'd thought, but really, if that was the plot of the show, it should have ended after season two (with some changes to the ending). Din should've kept Grogu, and that final moment of "No, he's my kid, and he's staying with me," wouldn't leave anywhere else for things to really go, so the show could end with the "dawn of a new day" feeling of potential (where will they go from here?) and that would be curtains. It would work wonderfully as an ending, and I would have been happy with it, but we have another season (which I'm happy about). This means that the plot has to continue to move forward, and that also means honoring the plot that you've already set in motion.

Additionally, I'd like to emphasize what I've seen some people write about: ultimately, it was Grogu's choice to leave. Din refusing to let him go would be acting counter to all of what he had been trying to do--he was bound by Creed to deliver the child to one of his own kind, and that is what he did. Not only would Din refusing to let Grogu go ruin the trust they had established by denying him his choice, and also effectively invalidate the sacrifices he made on his journey (although he learned to see Grogu as his son, many of the sacrifices he made came as a direct result of attempting to fulfil his quest to deliver him to the Jedi, so refusing to do so would render those sacrifices useless to some degree), refusing to let Grogu go would also mean Din would be turning his back on his Creed. He delivered Grogu safely, and let him choose (as he chose on the Seeing Stone) to go with the Jedi.

And if Din were to go with them, there wouldn't really be much for him to do besides...stand around and watch? That's all he did when Ahsoka was working with Grogu--and that wouldn't leave any room for him to grow (nor make for an interesting show). He himself has expressed that he can't train Grogu and has always treated the situation as one that he can't participate in once he gives Grogu to the Jedi. Although they are ancient enemies, so it makes sense why he wouldn't want to just...hang around, I think it has more to do with the fact that in mentorship, you need to see your teacher as a parental figure, in a way (including in Jedi training--take Anakin and Obi Wan, for example). Din wouldn't want to be a distraction, nor would he fit in in that environment. His life wasn't nearly as fulfilling before Grogu came into it, but really, from both a character and a writing perspective, the only realistic choice is for them to part ways.

Also, it is a little short-sighted to assume that the show is only as good as the Din-Grogu bond is. We now have an opportunity to get closer to Din as an individual, which could be interesting, if they keep his character consistent. I think it would be a huge mistake not to bring Grogu back (preferably next season--maybe Ahsoka is right and he isn't good for training since he is too attached to Din? Luke delivers him at one of Din's lowest moments and we get a joyful reunion?? I would take that), but I don't think it's out of line to try to explore Din's character apart from Grogu.

In fact, it might ultimately be better. If the show can prove to us that we're not just there for the bond, but for the characters and their bonds, that's infinitely superior. And the show does need to avoid getting locked into just one thing. In branching out, it's trying to establish a stronger base for what it should build on later. It also keeps things varied, which makes them interesting.

The trouble is, where they go from here is what will determine a lot of the validity in that last statement. Changing the story entirely is a big risk, but that means the characters need to stay the same, at least largely, so that the audience feels that they are watching the same show. And some of the decisions made in the finale can go either way. When Din takes off his helmet, is he honoring his son's request, but thus putting love or emotion above his faith? Is he following his Creed by protecting his child (albeit only emotionally)? Is he turning away from his faith altogether and returning to the broken, lonely man he was before, but now without his Creed to guide him? Is he proving Bo-Katan right? Does he consider those he's with to be family (as they all just saved his child), including the Jedi stranger (because Din is giving Grogu to him, trusting him to mentor him and act as his parental figure), thus allowing him to remove his helmet by Creed? Did he not think of these things at all, and simply acted because his son is precious to him? Really, what does that decision mean for Din's character? The answer ultimately won't be known until next season. The same goes for the plot about the Darksaber. Will this end up being another reluctant-hero story (with the traits of the protagonist being reworked to fit into it), or will this be a refreshing subversion of the trope? We can't know until next year. (And don't even get me started on the "foreshadowing of Grogu as evil" stuff. We had better not see that. I don't need that angst...)

The largest source of my anxiety comes from not being able to imagine how they can work with the show from here to maintain the primary aspects of why I love it. I don't want any romance (but without Grogu, will they feel compelled to add some in?) and I don't want Din to become a typical tropey figure (but with the plot about the Darksaber being set up as it is, will they have the guts to avoid that?). Most of all, I want Din to get his son back, but to walk back that decision after only an episode or two would again make everything that came before seem rather unnecessary.

In summary, then, after oscillating wildly between conflicting emotions, I am just left to say: I can't figure out how they're going to do it, but ultimately, time spent worrying is time wasted. I have to just trust that they've got some ideas. The people in charge have proven that they know what they're doing before (Chapter 15 was excellent, for example) and although they aren't perfect, it would be premature to say it can only go downhill from here--they may well have a larger arc planned out that this proves to be an essential part of. It may well be horrible. It could be great. But for now, let's just make the most of what we have.

#the mandalorian #meta #din djarin #grogu djarin #star wars #my meta posts #this was a lot to type out so i hope it gets some notes at least #please share your thoughts!#kay can i just catch my breath for a second #quality meta seal of approval #not to hype my own post up i just put that on all meta posts so that i can find them #you are a clan of two

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blacksurvivalnostalgichanges · 4 years ago

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Immortal Soul:Black Survival Characters Streaming

Adela:would stream completely unrelated things and casually be recognized as a chess champion. like. she’s playing smash or something and someone says “HOLY SHIT YOU’RE THE ADELA GRO” and she’s just like “yes”

Adriana:burning a house down asmr. on a more She Is Healing note, the asmr definitely could involve her using lighters, paper, or dolls to make the nice sounds. collabed with celine once, it was a very fun disaster

Alex:his job realistically would make streaming very impractical for him but i selfishly want to imagine him doing twitch sings. i guess realistically he could host things that are way more audience based, like when people let twitch chat vote on what they do next. keeps his privacy for the most part

Arda:Just Chatting category where he’s digging up bones. Just Digging

Aya:A Real Cop Plays Cop Games because imagining her trying to play a game like la noire is amusing

Barbara:probably one of those streamers that are kinda rude to viewers? but also one of the streamers that just clams up for several minutes when someone donated over 50 dollars to them

Bernice:he wouldn’t know what streaming is

Camilo:positively unbearable streaming, he’d be the kind of guy that doesn’t thank for donations at best and gets high and mighty about it at worst. just chatting so people can focus on his face probably

Cathy: definitely a wild experience. in an rtgame mario party stream it randomly went on for an hour about what toad looks like under his hat, and i think that’s the shit that’d happen every time. cursed discussions and pure chaos

Celine: plays games normally, but then the moment she can blow anything up she immediately jumps at the opportunity. a bomb appears onscreen and everyone spams OH NO as she goes over to it

Chiara: most definitely wouldn’t stream considering her impressive cocktail of mental issues, but i like the idea of her occasionally showing up in someone’s stream for a minute or two every now and then. namely emma but i am biased in that front

Chloe:probably would make a regular “show” of sorts with her marionette shows

Daniel:very rarely would stream, partially because in one of his first streams someone told him to play one of those really bad children’s games where you cut hair and he decided that he didn’t want to

Echion:he’d play fighting games and have a Heated Gamer Moment where he says a slur

Eva:i like to imagine that she’d be your average streamer, playing a variety of games, very nice and affable, but then at a random point she uses her telekinesis to get something and just never addresses it

Emma: Magician Reacts To Magic Tricks

Fiora:probably talks to people about bladework. i can imagine her teaching people how to replicate characters’ swordfighting animations

Hart:probably would stream the process of making her music. simple much like her, really

Hyejin:known for accidentally breaking games and triggering glitches constantly. everyone keeps asking her how she does it since it makes for a fun experience, but she always says she doesn’t know how she does it

Hyunwoo:strikes me as the sort to play fighting games and be pretty good at them. for some reason i can imagine him trying to play fall guys and being pretty bad at it

Isol:y’know how khoi, genshin impact albedo’s voice actor, became well-known because of shit he says on people’s streams, but does not stream himself? that

Jackie:probably would play battle royale games, ironically enough

Jan:really wholesome streamer who plays fighting games, because a shadow of the true self remains in the pogchamp

Jenny: would do dramatic readings

Johann:he’d most likely preach in streams

JP:livestreams the process of hacking someone’s account on a game. gets banned on twitch

Lenox:Just Fishing

Leon:unboxing cute things. i can imagine someone asking him why he has so much cutesy shit and him just being like “shhhhh”

Li Dailin:mukbang but instead it’s drinking

Luke: i feel like i’ve talked enough about luke streaming for this to be repeating myself

Magnus:just the idea of him streaming fills me with dread so i shan’t

Mai:i don’t know why but i’m OBSSESSED with the idea of her initially streaming the process of designing clothes and talking about it, but having a single stream where she rates kids’ games related to clothing or fashion. none of them got a rating higher than 3/5 (because she is definitely the sort to rate it out of five instead of ten, prove me wrong)

Nadine:she strikes me as the sort of person that wouldn’t stream. however, nothing would stop her from appearing while other people stream. someone called her on when they played skyrim since she’s “an expert”

Nathapon:probably should not livestream because he would definitely forget to mute the mic or end the stream, but if he did i feel like he’d be a Just Chatting guy. he might play geoguessr

Nicky:channel point reward where she’ll do a stunt right there right then

Rio:genshin impact streamer, ganyu/general bow main. i get that vibe from her

Rozzi:vtuber probably, but entirely because she doesn’t want to use a webcam

Shoichi:the idea’s funny but i don’t think he’d stream. if he did i do like the thought of like, his daughter passing by in the background and chat going nuts

Silvia: neglects switching the screen to an “i’ll be back” screen when leaving briefly. i can imagine her trying out a rhythm game at someone’s request and doing horribly at it for some reason

Sissela:art streams for sure

Sua:asmr streams where she reads stories with peaceful music in the background, or just chatting streams where she helps people with any issues they had lately

William:definitely streamed wii sports at least once

Xiukai:i like to imagine that he usually did cooking streams but at some point decided to play cooking mama out of curiosity. “she needs to buy better cooking utensils, the blender lid won’t stay on, her freezer freezes everything within seconds”

Yuki:probably wouldn’t stream because if you’re streaming, you can’t cut out any slipups or parts that get overly long. perfectionism

Zahir:definitely wouldn’t know how to stream, but if he did i imagine he’s be the kind of streamer that’s very very quiet

#immortal soul black survival #blacksurvivalgame #eternal return black survival #black survival headcanons #headcanons

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thejudgingtrash · 5 years ago

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@aph-usa-is-my-dad Thank you, thank you! 🙇🏽‍♀️

Alright lads, looks like it’s time for hot takes part III!

Here’s Part 1//Here‘s Part 2

Apollo won’t get Zeus position. Why is everyone wishing for that? And why should he? All of you really want to romanticize/project yourself onto him, huh?

Casual Reyna >>> praetor Reyna

Grover has the fattest ass in the Riordanverse, I don’t make the rules

People lack of basic reading skills part III

The fact that adults in New Rome let kids rule the fucking place is still mindblowing

Rick apologists are lame. People calling out shit isn’t an attack on you. Stop defending a product‘s/public figure‘s honor. Defending Rick Riordan is the equivalent of you defending the honor of a snickers bar. Dude doesn’t know you and dude doesn’t give a fuck about you. You are a walking dollar bill at best

Romans are still fucking wacky and despite Camp Jupiter being superior allegedly it’s a whole damn chaotic mess. Where are the supposed civilized Romans because I don’t see them?

Camp Half-Blood >>>> Camp Jupiter, especially when Percy trains in his summer vacations and beats praetor Jason’s goddamn ass who’s been training for 12 years

Why did Riordan even try to make Jason appear to come close to Percy’s level? The imbalance of power is so abundantly clear and makes Jason seem even smaller in that regard. Riordan is truly Percy’s biggest hater

The fact that CHB also glamorizes child soldiers in a more fun and relaxed way. Yikes

Nico is a white™ (again, he is European)

Rachel was annoying but didn’t deserve the blatant hate.

Annabeth should’ve had another possible love interest to spark some pissed Percy. Luke doesn’t count. Percy’s jealously revolves around (the possibility of) her not being around him (e.g. the hunters), not him ”losing“ her to someone else romantically speaking

Silena is the OG Aphrodite kid, fuck the rest

Amazons >> hunters by a slight margin. They’re also an awful bunch

The execution of the hunters is so bad omg, just let me revamp them, Ricardo

If a different take on a headcanon/characters really offends you/paint that much of a different picture of op, then I’m not sorry (only exception if the headcanon is based on discriminatory means. Someone saying they don’t like A and someone using slurs and being a douche are two different things)

The entire Aphrodite cabin is pan FYI

Team demigods who receive periods would probably be extra fucked when it comes to monsters and stuff. Let’s address this

Why exactly couldn’t the gods handle their own shit? Hunting monsters in your area makes sense as a demigod job. But stuff like retrieving Hermes‘ staff (especially when the dude is the speedy traveler guy) makes no goddamn sense

Let’s face it: Annabeth is the only good female character that Riordan pulled off. Also wasn’t she based off his wife? If so, that’s why.

The lack of irl examples for his POC and other women is abundantly clear as he can’t lure everyone from his environment into the stories especially because he has no irl connection to minorities. So he fabricated stuff/did his 5 mins of wiki and got it severely wrong. Clock that tea!

Camp Half-Blood t-shirts belong to the trash. Orange is Yellow‘s cousin and both are ugly to the max. Let’s just switch colors of both camps. Let the Romans deal with the hideous shit

Chiron and Paul are Riordan‘s self-inserts

Tbh giving Hazel super mist powers and tying Frank to Poseidon was stupid

Skater!Percy is pretty much canon but I just can’t envision it? The thought of it is cute and so 2000s but my brain goes fjfldlsöwlwbvd (and tbh gymnast!/dancer!/Parcours!Percy >>>>> skater!basketball!Percy)

People are forgetting that Percy is the unpopular kid both in the mortal realm and at camp and partially chose to be so? Let me remind you of the truth real quick

Beckendorf and Silena are the horny bastards of the Camp Half-Blood. Issa fact

The gods not really immortalizing Chiron and simply saying that he’ll live as long as he’s needed turned him into the cryptic fuck we all know. That’s why he barely helps out (On that note a tiny Chiron essay)

A headcanon, regardless of how popular it is, isn’t factual/reality. So fighting over different takes of the exact same issue is rather pointless but you do you. Some popular blog having an opinion with a large following doesn’t automatically negate your sentiment

Piper being ”unconventional“ as in hating make-up and being dressed up is in itself more than fine but the execution was lacking and her coming off as pretentious and annoying was the result

Piper also has no taste in men if she thinks that amnesia brick boy Grace > Percy. Just no. Lesbians claim haaa

If I see another Amandla or Zendaya or another biracial/lightskinned face claim for Hazel I will lose it

Everyone and their mother having a crush on Percy fuels them Gary Stu feelings, just saying

The fact that Riordan casually drops the abuse that Percy has suffered from like some fucking tic tacs just to never be spoken about should be a reason enough to whoop his ass

Not maturing and darkening HOO (there were good thoughts but also many whacky executions) was the biggest mistake Riordan had made. He should’ve went the Rowling route and transitioned from kids books to YA

The whole fire stick thing that Riordan ripped off from Meleager and slapped onto Frank was terribly executed

A lot of you people should open up more to jokes and not take everything all too seriously

The fact that people seriously ship/ped Reyna x Apollo is proof enough that this fandom should burn

Why do Luke discussions at this point still exist? You’re essentially glossing over the same four things

Hyping up fanfics to the max is a terrible idea. Also don’t shy away from giving writers constructive criticism

Stoner headcanons are here to stay and slay!

On one hand seeing discussions from the science side of PJO talking about the biology, physics etc. is super interesting but on the other hand getting heated over the illogical basis of ”magic“ is pretty much a waste of time

Riordan‘s world building is truly awful

Frazel is a crime against humanity

If you don’t get someone‘s post actually look op up and read the tags? No need to spam the exact question to everything

Fat Frank stays. I get it, Greek gods are hot, they are conceited and choose to fuck people that they perceive as attractive, so their offspring also has some higher levels in the beauty realm. But why not explore the opposite? Why does every character need a makeover or a blessing that gives them enhanced looks?

Clarisse‘s thigh can break ya neck

Also Riordan is Annabeth’s biggest hater. Let’s throw all of her most important possessions away to proof that the smart one can survive without any of it. Sure, but the emotional attachment to the stuff still remains especially when everyone else is walking out of Annabeth’s life

Making Leo another horny bastard was an accurate portrayal of your casual 16 year old boy. Annoying, but realistic

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ponett · 5 years ago

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i was finally able to see the bad star war that everyone said was bad. as it turns out, it was bad. here’s a read more post with my thoughts on it so that i don’t spam my twitter with spoiler tweets

for a baseline: i like the original trilogy, but i don’t think any of those movies are perfect. i think the prequels had some good ideas but i were mostly terrible. i love the clone wars (both versions) and rebels. while i admit that tfa was extremely similar to a new hope, i thought it was executed great and had a wonderful new cast that showed a ton of promise. i liked rogue one, although i found its first act really sloppy. and i have some quibbles about tlj, but it had an incredibly strong vision and actual themes, and i’d consider it my favorite in the series

i’m exactly the kind of person who was always going to hate the rise of skywalker, because it’s basically a bad fanfic written by someone who didn’t like tlj and wanted to “fix” the story. like that bizarre story treatment jenny nicholson read for this movie. the bad one. it was like that

it wasn’t all bad i guess. here are the small things i liked:

some of the new environments were cool. there was cool imagery and practical effects work

i appreciated that the moon of endor where the death star wreckage was wasn’t just the one with the ewoks, and thought the vibe there was cool

zorii bliss’s armor was really cool

the image of the fleet of star destroyers all lined up was striking

i liked that the ghost showed up for the final battle

i liked that ahsoka was one of the jedi voices rey heard, even though that kind of implies that ahsoka is, uh... dead?

while extremely fucking trite and dumb, i’ll admit the closing scene on tatooine got me. yeah, rey has no real connection to this place and it’s just a nostalgic throwback, but i’m a sucker for full circle endings like that

uh. that’s about it

this movie kicks off in the middle of an action scene and just kind of keeps jumping to new setpieces nonstop until it’s over. new characters and locations get introduced and then moved past in the blink of an eye. there’s no time to let any of it sink in. it feels like abrams crammed two movies worth of shit into this one to make up for the the fact that some people didn’t like tlj, and as a result none of it resonates. i just felt so empty throughout most of the film. events were happening on screen and none of it mattered

thoughts about individual elements:

LEIA

putting the scenes with the recycled footage of carrie fisher at the beginning of the film completely took me out of it. it was so obvious that she wasn’t really responding to what was being said, and the conversations had just been built around the limited leia lines they could use

the dialogue scenes with leia felt like a space ghost interview

C-3PO

was in this movie a lot for some reason? i guess abrams wanted to make up for how little c-3po there was in the last two movies. they tried to have that emotional moment where his memory is wiped, but then they just turned his memory loss into a big joke?? and then he got most of his memories back anyway

in general, the movie is afraid to let the audience be uncomfortable for long. 3po’s memory loss. the supposed deaths of chewbacca and babu frik, that sort of thing. you’re not allowed to be sad. after tlj so effectively built tension throughout the film and really pushed the heroes to the brink, this is a disappointment

LANDO

is here because he needed to show up, and because it’s a throwback to have him pilot the falcon again. he’s just kind of there with little to do and no arc

FINN, POE, AND ROSE

before the movie came out, i had low expectations. all i really wanted was to get one last fun adventure with the new characters. when i started to hear about the spoilers, my expectations sank even lower. but maybe i would still get this

nah! rose gets like two minutes of screentime because redditors hated her, and finn and poe are barely even characters. they don’t have arcs in this film, they’re just sidekicks on rey’s journey

finn really hurts. prior to tfa’s release, finn was framed as the new star. this was, of course, a bait and switch, as rey was really the new jedi. (finn apparently IS force sensitive according to this one, but hey! we can only have one big jedi hero, so like leia before him, i guess we’ve gotta wait for some EU novel to give finn a lightsaber)

but finn was still a central character in the last two films, and he had so much potential. he was a stormtrooper who defected! that’s something new! that’s interesting! it complicates the black and white morality of the series. but no. that’s been all but abandoned at this point

many have complained about how tfa establishes that basically all the stormtroopers are people who were kidnapped as children and brainwashed by the first order... but then they still have no qualms about gleefully killing them. in the first two movies i was like “yeah, it sucks that they have to kill those guys, but if it’s to prevent genocide, it’s understandable. that’s just war. maybe they’ll touch on it in the last movie.” so in this one, they kept reminding the audience that the stormtroopers were enslaved as children. jannah is even introduced as another stormtrooper who defected like finn. but then... it goes nowhere. finn doesn’t get any first order troops to defect. they don’t care about the other stormtroopers. how many hundreds of thousands of enslaved soldiers did they kill when they blew up those star destroyers

it was nice to see finn and poe take the charge as leaders in the end, but it also feels like they didn’t take the lessons from tlj to heart. the whole point of that story was that one-in-a-million shot heroic suicide missions aren’t worth it, and that they’re more useful to the resistance alive than they are as martyrs. but then in the climax of this film they take like 30 ships to go fight a fleet of a hundred fucking star destroyers

on the subject of that final battle: i thought that the ending of tlj was so powerful. the resistance was decimated, but they still had hope, because they knew there were others out there who could help. people like rey, or the broom boy, who came from nothing but had good hearts. in this one, though, they say that apparently nobody responded to the leia’s call for help in the entire year since the last film. everyone only shows up during the climax after lando’s like “no, but for real guys, we need help”

and i did think that that sequence was cool. and i did like seeing the ghost among the ships. it was fun. the message that fascists like the first order rule by making people feel isolated, and that they’re defeated by realizing that good people are never alone? that was good. i thought that was a strong message. but it’s such a minor footnote on a movie that’s so bad in so many other ways

oh and they made the latino dude a drug dealer. okay. thanks for that

KYLO REN

i hate that they redeemed kylo and i hate the way they did it

yes, him being coerced to turn to the dark side by snoke (who was apparently just a puppet controlled by palpatine all along (UGH)) as a kid was tragic. but that doesn’t excuse his actions. kylo was given infinite second chances throughout the trilogy, and every time he responded with violence. he killed so many people himself, and willingly took part in a fascist regime that killed billions. yes, his story is sad, but he’s not some poor little boy, he’s thirty fucking years old and he vents his trauma by slaughtering innocent people

literally the entire main trio of the original trilogy died because of this asshole. han tried to talk to him in the first movie, and got stabbed and dropped into a pit. luke died astral projecting to face him in tlj. and now leia just kind of arbitrarily died to flip the switch in his brain from bad to good from across the galaxy. it’s literally as simple as that. he doesn’t have a personal journey here. he just stops being evil because his mom made him through the force

like, again. all those enslaved stormtrooper grunts who had been brainwashed since they were kids? gunned down. but giving kylo endless second chances is the most important thing in the world

and then they end the movie by having this creepy abusive stalker genocidal asshole sadboy kiss rey, retroactively framing their dynamic as a romantic one. just, gross as hell. even in this one, for most of the film, all he does is threaten rey and boss her around

i dunno. i thought the first order were interesting as antagonists. yeah, they were just the empire 2.0. but i thought it was appropriate! the idea was that just because palpatine was dead and gone didn’t mean that fascism was gone. there were still hateful people who wanted to rule the galaxy via genocide. like how we still have nazis in the 21st century. except, oops! palpatine was actually alive and pulling the strings the entire time, so now that theme’s out the window. we just have to kill him again FOR REAL this time and now the galaxy will actually be safe

people wondered where the first order would go after snoke died in tlj. but it was so obvious to me? kylo was in charge. kylo was always the most interesting bad guy. just let him call the shots and be the final adversary. but no. that wasn’t good enough. we had to bring back palpatine as the jrpg final boss to have an epic conclusion

REY

oh, poor rey. youtube critics got mad that a girl could be a strong jedi without being related to some other powerful force user from the old movies, so now she’s stuck being a palpatine forever

i will admit, the protagonist of the new movies being related to palpatine but still being a good person in spite of her heritage... that could have been something. but it’s so clearly not what they had in mind from the start, and it spits in the face of the last movie’s themes. it turns out greatness CAN’T come from anywhere. it has to come from one of these select few Special Bloodlines

oh! and this ALSO reframes rey’s parents abandoning her and selling her into slavery as an act of kindness, because they had to hide her from her spooky evil grandpa. so THAT’S fun. (edit: OH! and luke and leia knew about rey the whole time!!! and didn’t go out and look for her!!!!)

it’s just. it’s so bad what they did to rey. i don’t know if i even have much to elaborate on there, everyone’s already said how stupid it is

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overall, i still wouldn’t say it’s the WORST star wars movie. it’s more watchable than the phantom menace, that’s for damn sure. the actors put in effort. the sets and practical effects are nice. it’s just so... empty

tros possibly feels the closest to how i imagined the new trilogy would be when it was first announced, but in a bad way. a movie built entirely on established ideas of What Star Wars Is with nothing new to bring to the table. it’s like a bad eu novel. just recycled imagery, cameos from characters we already know, palpatine coming back from the dead, that sort of thing. it’s a movie made by committee to appease reddit. it’s nothing

now i gotta use that free trial of disney plus to watch the mandalorian and wash the taste out of my mouth i guess

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mssjynx · 5 years ago

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ohmtoonz drabble | 6. coffeeshop!au | 7. childhood friends | 38. “i think i would rather eat expired spam.”

The sound of the steamer filtered into the white noise of the busy cafe.

Luke moved in autopilot, wiping down the metal prong as he filled the metal jug with milk, hooking it under the steamer and getting two mugs in place just as the espresso started pouring. The tray clattered as it landed on the bench beside him, Craig’s cheerful humming breaking Luke’s attention as he spun the milk and tapped his fingertips on the metal.

The younger barista began stacking clean cups atop the machine and Luke spared him a glance before tightening the steamer knob and retrieving both mugs from the coffee machine. As he poured, Craig finished stacking, but the Brit didn’t remove himself from Luke’s side. He stayed, waiting, as Luke finished the two drinks and placed them at the serving counter, calling out the name assigned.

As he began flushing and cleaning the machine, he glanced to his coworker. “Can I help you?” he asked, shoulders tense at the glint in those blue eyes.

Once, just once, did Luke want to have a normal conversation with a coworker who wasn’t plotting something devious.

“We’re all going out for drinks tonight,” Craig said, wiping down the bench as Tyler strolled past and gave him a pointed glare. Luke had already wiped down said bench, but Craig was notorious for finding bullshit reasons to get absolutely nothing done while looking and behaving productively on his shifts.

It had gotten to the point where their boss had stopped bothering him about staying on task and Luke had a hunch it had something more to do with Craig’s flirty looks and insistent physical contact than it did with Tyler’s lack of care. There was definitely more going on behind the scenes that any of them knew about.

“I got study to do,” Luke said, starting the next two orders and turning to fetch a fresh jug of milk.

Craig remained by his side. “Too bad. And you need to bring a date,” he said, stealing the rag off Luke’s shoulder and heading out the door to where a few tables needed bussing. “It’s for Scott’s birthday and he doesn’t have enough friends, so he wants us to all bring someone new to the pub,” he explained further, not bothered in the slightest when Luke ignored him to take another order.

When the bench was clear and Craig was nudging the mini-door open with his hip, plates lining his arms and mugs grasped safely in his hands, he passed a serious look to Luke. “You have to come and you have to bring someone.”

“I’ll bring Jon,” Luke responded, wiping his hands and checking the next order.

Craig scoffed. “No you won’t. We all know who Jon is and he’s on the list. He’s got someone that he’s bringing,” Craig explained, handing a piece of cake to a customer and starting the next few coffees.

At that, Luke laughed, grinning at Craig for a moment before acknowledging that the barista was being serious. “The fuck? Who?”

Craig shrugged, continuing on as he lined up four more drinks. “Find someone to bring, or I’ll organise a tinder date to show up for you,” he said and the two paused in their conversation as Luke handled three more customers before taking a tray of used mugs out the bag to be cleaned.

When he returned, he resumed with a short, “I don’t have tinder, dipshit.”

To which, of course, Craig replied: “Yeah you do. I made you one on my phone last night.”

Luke froze. “You what?”

“Yep!” Craig said cheerfully, ignoring Luke’s look of horror and anger as he tugged off his apron. “And if you don’t find someone to take tonight, I’ll be inviting Taleesha to come along with you. So text me who you’re bringing or I’ll text you her address,” he offered, voice calm and pleasant as if the conversation wasn’t absolutely absurd in every way. Luke had to force himself not to strangle his coworker.

“What the fuck, Craig?”

“Enjoy your shift,” he beamed, and the sparkle in his eye told Luke just how much the other man was enjoying his torment. “Bye Tyler!”

Before Luke could get in another word, the barista had fled the front counter and he was forced to serve, unable to intercept the Brit as he skipped out of the cafe and escaped Luke’s murdering-distance all too easily.

It wasn’t until the end of Luke’s shift did his stress about the night ease. It took a lot to distract the man when he was worried about something. It was just his luck that “a lot” happened to be a face he hadn’t seen in about seven years.

“Hello, how can I help you this evenin’?” The usual greeting fell from his mouth with no trouble at all, finishing an order off on the screen before looking up to meet a pair of hazel eyes and a soft, pretty face he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Said soft, pretty face was lined with disbelief as Ryan, his childhood partner in crime, undoubtedly recognised him too.

“Luke?” His voice had a warmth swirling in the barista’s chest and it took all of Luke’s strength not to jump the counter and gather the man up in his arms. The few seconds of disbelief passed and a grin broke out on Luke’s face.

“No shit,” he exclaimed, reaching forward without thinking. Ryan’s hand immediately came to his, catching his fingers and squeezing tightly. “Fancy fuckin’ seeing you.” The words fell with laughter and Ryan’s disbelief broke away to a smile that made Luke’s head feel fuzzy.

“Since when have you worked here?” Ryan asked, taking his hand back and reaching for his phone. “Could I get a caramel macchiato please?”

Luke jabbed it into the tablet. “Sure thing. I’ve been working here for three years; part-time while I study. How long have you been back in town?”

He had known Ryan since he was three. For God’s sake; the two used to take baths together. They rode to school together, they snuck out together, they planned adventures together and went on them together. They’d been stuck side by side until Ryan had turned twelve and had been forced to move school by his family. They moved to the next town over and Luke only saw Ryan a couple times each month.

Soon it became a few times a year, and then before Luke even realised it, he was finishing high school without having seen his best friend in over two years. He heard three months following his graduation that Ryan had moved to Europe to live with extended family while he studied, and he hadn’t been able to help the selfish and hypocritical feeling of bitterness over not hearing the news from Ryan himself.

Their gradual split had sucked for Luke but it was soon that he met his sister’s boyfriend Jon and the two had been like pees in a pod for their first few years of adulthood.

“I got back last week,” Ryan said slowly, tapping his card and moving aside to leave the space empty for anyone wishing to order. To Luke’s pleasure, the door remained shut and he was able to comfortably lean against the counter and study Ryan’s aged features.

“For- For how long?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking and the smile that broke out on Ryan’s face told him the answer before the man’s mouth did.

“I finished my degree and I got a job here. I’ve been waiting to move back for years. I… I missed this place so much,” he said and Luke so desperately wanted to tell the man just how much he had missed his best friend.

The barista started on the macchiato, steaming the milk and listening to the rumble off the coffee machine between them. Several times Luke caught himself glancing up at Ryan, only to find that the other didn’t seem capable of looking away from him.

“I can’t believe you’re here. You look- You look so different from when you- from when we were twelve!” Luke laughed and Ryan’s smile made everything else around him blurry. “You look good.” The words were tight in his throat as Luke poured the milk, focusing his eyes on the drink. He couldn’t help how his chest felt hot and his throat felt tight. Ryan, his best friend, was back and he was, to say the least, gorgeous. His eyes were soul-revealing in a way that Luke felt intimate just looking into them, and his smile was infectious like no disease Luke had ever caught before.

He was losing his mind and his fingertips burned with a need to touch the man, to embrace him, to feel that he was real and he was back.

“Can I ask you something crazy?” Luke asked, sliding the mug across the table and watching with apprehension as Ryan raised it to his lips and took a sip. The immediate smile of satisfaction left the barista preening with pride though he kept it to himself.

“Go ahead,” Ryan said, taking another drink as Luke mulled over how to word his thoughts without totally scaring the other man off.

“Are you seeing anyone?” It seemed his mind made itself up, words jumping from his mouth before the pregnant silence between them became awkward. And despite a slight flush of pink across Ryan’s cheeks, the other man didn’t have much of a reaction to the question at all. He shook his head lightly, taking another drink to perhaps prevent himself from needing to talk or explain or anything like that. Luke didn’t leave him enough time to consider it. “I have- I have a birthday thing tonight at the local pub down the road and I- Would you wanna come with me as my… my date? Or just a friend, of course. I just need someone to come with me and the last thing I want to do is bring the girl my mom is trying way too hard to hook me up with because, honestly, I think I would rather eat expired spam then spend more than two minutes with her.” Luke tried to ignore the embarrassing fact that he’d just rambled uselessly like a whipped teenage boy for a minute and a half as he held Ryan’s eye contact.

The other man had listened in silence, taking slow sips from the mug he cupped with both hands. And as Luke pursed his lips to stop himself from backpedalling his request or finding an excuse to escape the cafe all together, he placed his cup down on the bench and smiled with a bashful look in those pretty eyes. “Expired spam?” he asked and Luke let out a loud laugh. Relief. Hopefulness. Stress.

Ryan hadn’t outright rejected him.

He shook his head and hid his grin behind a grimace. “You have no idea just how bad it is,” he said and Ryan’s smile lifted all the weight off his chest.

“I’d love to come,” he said. “Is it a nice place?”

“It is at seven, but by ten everything gets a little chaotic and it gets a lot less nice and a lot more rowdy,” Luke explained with a half shrug. “Just wear a nice pair of jeans and I’ll buy you a cocktail; you’ll fit right in.”

Ryan’s smile widened, twisting the idea around between his fingers. “Well,” he said, reaching forward and picking up the pen on the counter. He reached forward and snagged Luke’s hand by his fingers. Quick and easy, he scribbled his number down onto the barista’s wrist. “Pick me up at 6:30 and I’ll gladly be your- be your date tonight,” he said, eyes flickering away from Luke’s as the pink of his cheeks turned red.

Luke felt his own face warm in fluster at the emphasis of the title, having given the man the option to accompany him to the pub as a friend. It seemed his afternoon was working out in the best case scenario and as he watched Ryan walk out, he couldn’t shake his smile. He had a great feeling about their upcoming night and he had never been more excited to go to the pub. He would go anywhere if it meant he could bring Ryan along as his date.

#ohmtoonz #fic #fanfic #coffee shop au #barista au #childhood friends au #drabble #banana bus squad #bbs #i fucking loved this one honestly #anon

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Glance Over || Luke&Jared

Location: Yum!Pizzeria Time: Sunday, 7/26/20 early morning, @themidnightfarmer TWs: Mentions of gun violence, emotional abuse Summary: Jared stops over to help Luke clean up the shop early and hang out for a bit, but Luke gets a phone calls he’s been expecting.

Lucas will be haunted by the ten pockets and olive conversation with Jared for the rest of his damn life. But listen, he loved this dude. Jared could do anything stupid and Lucas would probably feed into it. The fact Lucas had been able to open up about Gotch and they both got to talk about their species while rock climbing had been a huge relief to Luke. Him and Miles shared a difference of opinion on revealing that information, but he wanted to trust the people closest to him. Luke knew he was an exceptional liar, but he didn’t want to be one with his friends and family anymore. He wanted to be honest and open, to feel vulnerability in a better way than he ever felt in the past. Miles said continuously since he’s been back that he ‘wanted this all over’ and Lucas' mind constantly told him, ‘then go with him’. Proving he was still not to be trusted with things involving Gotch.

But after the funeral for Charlie, and the dreams he’s been having involving victory. He really had to wonder what he would do. But he brushed those thoughts aside, and pulled out a small water gun and tossed it towards Jared, taking another out and started immediately attacking his friend while he opened the pizzeria. “Didn’t expect that did you!” Luke’s playful side surfaced to drag a little fun into a mundane thing like cleaning windows.

Jared was increasingly at ease now that the secrets were out. He could relax and not worry about saying the wrong thing to Luke. And it was definitely a relief. Increasingly, he found himself wanting to hang around the other. Luke was fun, very good company, and felt very safe to be around. This is how friends should always feel, Jared had decided.

Reflex was the only thing that saved the nymph from dropping to the ground in an attempt to catch the water gun. He barely caught the object but was slow on the uptake of the action. His shirt got very thoroughly soaked in the first few seconds before his brain could catch up and he could retaliate. “Woah hey THAT’S NOT FAIR.” he whinged ducking away from his friend and trying to hide comically behind a trash can. Hand raised from behind the can squirting water inaccurately in the general direction of Luke in the hopes of getting him back. But Jared was laughing, soaked or not, they were both kids at heart.

“Not fair is right, this is a battle!” Lucas laughed richly, and leaned up against the doorway and took cover just inside it. He took mild pity on the other, but not enough to give notice, Lucas still used all the water in his gun quickly. It was Sunday, and a lazy one at that, there wasn’t really anyone on the streets, and if they were, Lucas would just give them a shrug. “Hm, I’m out,” he peaked around towards the trash can. “Truce already Jared? I actually brought these out to clean the window in a more fun way.” He placed a bucket of suds on the ground, knowing he was fully exposed and would get thoroughly shot up. “Take pity on me!” He joked, and started to clean the window. “I’m sensitive, and can’t take you bullying me.” Lucas continued to tease and joke.

Luke tried for a truce, but Jared kept on spraying his own gun randomly, without looking over the top of the trash can, just moving his hand in the hopes that he’d get the other. As soon as Luke said he was out, Jared peaked over and emptied his last two sprays into his side before emerging. “You started it.” Jared laughed, tossing the water gun into the open bucket trying for one last splash on Luke before they started to do something else. The nymph bumped his elbow into Luke and snorted “I’m sure you’ll live, little bit of water right?” he teases before stooping down to refill his gun, not for a renewed attack and instead to actually use it for helping to clean the windows. As he dunked the gun back into the bucket he looked up. “So, what’s the special going to be today? And do I get a complimentary poll of olives for helping?”

“I always start it,” Lucas admitted with a laugh, using the large sponge to suds up the window well so Jared could shoot it off. They were both decently tall though, so reaching the highest parts weren’t too difficult. “Special is for my friend Adam this week, so its got the olives, onions, special sauce, and you can get it also with some anchovies if you want it more salty. I bought a fresh batch this week and they smelled good when I fried them up. Nice and crispy too, so the crunch is nice with the soft textures.” Lucas stepped away to let Jared spray the window, not that he cared at all about getting wet like Jared had pointed out. Making chores fun was always better than simply doing them alone. Lucas’ phone vibrated in his back pocket, and he ignored it. “Dude, its not a ‘pool’ its a ‘poll’, two different things nerd.” The phone stopped and immediately vibrated again.

“You do, you’re the bully here.” Jared poked his tongue out at Luke as he said this. “You know me bud, I’ll eat anything you give me. But only if you don’t make me share.” A heavy pout was directed towards Luke at this jokingly. Jared even went as far as to risk altering his eye colour a little by glamour to make it a little more effective. The pout dissolved into a laugh easily within the next few seconds however, water gun in hand it was hard to hold up the act for long. “Hey, I want what I want. If you can’t provide me with my own olive pool then maybe I should find a new Pizza place huh?” Jared teased glancing at the sound of a phone going off, and patting his jeans pockets to check it wasn’t his own. “I got the window, grab your phone bud.”

“It’s probably just a spam call or something, no one needs me this early on a Sunday,” Lucas hated that this phone was interrupting their fun, but at Jared’s insistence, he wiped his damp fingers on his jeans and fished it out. The moment he saw it though it clicked off, and immediately called again. A bad feeling settled in his stomach, one that made the hairs on the back of his neck rise, and the long, deep scar on his arm ache. He didn’t know the number, but the insistence had his instincts flaring. The phone stopped ringing again, and called again. He closed his eyes, and clicked the call, bringing it to his ear.

“Ignorin’ me?” The voice on the end drawled out. A southern lazy sound that made the man sound like he was still tucked in bed. Lucas swallowed, but couldn’t speak. “Fine, heard someone wasn’t in town anymore who had been protecting you. But also hadn’t realized you formed a decently sized pack in White Crest.” A laugh, and Lucas’ hands shook, he leaned against the window to keep himself steady, and palmed his face with a release of held breath he didn’t realize he had inhaled and kept inside.

The nymph took over the sponge, and had his back to Luke as he got in about the top corners of the next window over. Jared was oblivious to the mood that had taken over his friend, obliviously humming quietly to himself as he washed away a small spider web from the frame. The moment shattered however when he heard the shaky breath being released from Luke over his shoulder. There was also the soft thunk of Luke's body slumping into the window.

Jared dropped the sponge into the bucket again and turned with an awkward smile, unsure what was going on. But what he found behind him sent his mind racing. With careful hands he reached out to catch Lukes attention. Jared mouthed to the other, trying to ask who was on the phone, what had happened. But he wasn’t very sure he was getting anywhere. Settling a steadying hand on Luke's shoulder, Jared motioned for the phone. Asking audibly this time. “Who is it? What’s wrong?”

Lucas had his eyes covered with his hand, the darkness not as pitch as he wished for it was a beautiful sunny day. Disappointment etched away at Lucas, towards himself. He had told everyone who knew that he was ready for this, and though physically he always was, it was like a leash bound around his neck the second he heard his voice. An invisible muzzle that could so easily tug him in the direction he wanted. Luke didn’t know how to stop it from happening. Every time, outside these moments he felt confident, but now, he only felt scared.

Jared’s voice came through the fog, and when Luke peeled his hand away and his friend came into his sights it was the strangest thing. The world that was blurred came back into focus and for the first time in years, he wasn’t alone when he called. Luke’s eyes were wide in surprise at this revelation, but the fear of it was consuming on his expression. He pulled the phone down and hung it up. Only a second and it rang again. The vibrating sound loud to his sensitive ears. “It’s him--” he managed to say. “The one after me. I don’t know what to say. How to set anything up. All the stuff I planned with my pack, and my head is just blank.” The phone vibrated, and vibrated.

The explanation made Jared’s heart race. He was calling, the threat was very much real. Jared kept his hand steady on Luke's shoulder and started to think aloud. Maybe it would help, maybe it wouldn’t. But at the moment they needed to figure out what to do. First of all, staying on the street was likely safer than going somewhere out of sight. Eyewitnesses were everything when you were being threatened. Anyone on the street might be able to at some point down the line back them up. And so Jared squared his shoulders but offered Luke a soft and open expression.

“Did you have a plan for this? Were you ready? Is there a step to take that we need to do?” The nymph left no space for Luke to tell him to butt out. He was here now. He was going to do all he could. The blond paused and then held his hand out. “I’ll answer it?” Would that make it better? Jared wasn’t sure. But even talking to his tormentor sounded like a truly awful idea at the moment for Luke.

“They are torn,” Luke said honestly. “Some want to have him arrested, others want to…” He didn’t know if he should put ‘kill him’ into direct words. “Set up a trap for him. I didn’t think he’d call already.” He said instead. The phone vibrated and vibrated, and clicked off only to call again. This was such a bad idea, ignoring him. When Jared held his hand out Lucas’ entire soul left his body. “No! Are you crazy? No. No--” he repeated a few more times, and squeezed his eyes closed for a second before answering the phone on speaker. Jared’s presence was literally everything right now. Lucas’ mind was clearing up and suddenly anger came to life as smoldering coals in his gut.

“Who’s there with you?” Gotch asked in instant inquiry when the phone picked up. A lazy sound, calm without a hint of anger or any frustration.

“No one, are you in town?” Lucas barely got out.

“Blonde hair, tall-- does he work at the pizzeria too?” Gotch spoke close to the receiver of the phone to the point a scruff of beard caught on the edge of it making a scratching sound. Lucas immediately, and with strength, flipped their positions and pressed Jared against the window, putting his back to the road, and facing him to block him entirely from sight. It’s always been a drive by. The flashed frantic sound of gunfire, and every instinct in him was terrorfied he’d hear it right now. But nothing happened, yet. Just the quiet of the street.

“Turn around,” Gotch said and Lucas hung up again. His heart was racing and his features were wolfish, the bones in his face shifted subtly, eyes a molten gold, and his chest stretched under his shirt as a low growl rumbled in his chest. “Don’t let him see your face,” Lucas said roughly between them. “Please--” he half begged Jared, cause he knew his friend could contain bravery. “There is a back exit in the pizzeria, please run.”

Okay so the options were not as neatly laid out as Jared would have liked. But in situations like the one they found themselves in, the options tended to change on a dime. The nymph withdrew his asking hand when Luke shut him down. But was glad that -when he answered again- at least Jared could hear what was being said.

One moment the two of them were standing as if they always took tense calls in the middle of the street, and the next Jared stumbled to a stop, with Lucas blocking his view of the street. But surely that didn’t matter, surely Luke was the one being threatened here. This was backwards in the nymphs eyes. Standing on his toes he tried to look over Lukes shoulder. This guy was nearby, he was close. So surely they’d be able to see him as well.

But the fight left him when Lucas’ voice gained a tone he’d never heard before. Concern flashed across Jared's face, blue eyes making contact with the new hue that had taken over the usual brown of the werewolves. “No.” The answer was simple. And Jared only had a single moment to be apologetic about it before he gripped Luke's arm and, using all his fae strength to fight against it, moved Luke's arm so that they were standing side by side. Not looking for Gotch in the street, and not showing his face openly, but he wasn’t going to go. “You’re coming with me.”

“Why?” Luke asked immediately, and hated himself for it. Why didn’t they understand how awful and dangerous this was? That his friends and family always stood there when he asked and begged them not too. There was a reason profoundly known to Lucas, but reason couldn’t always be obtained in these direct situations involving this hunter. Too much time hearing what would happen to those he cared about if he didn’t comply, and even a visual of that young wolf Charlie that they just buried after her face was half blown off because of him. It wasn’t possible to understand the cruelty, to gauge when a line was crossed and it turned into that direction.

Lucas’ chest was rising quickly. Still expecting gun fire, or the patter of feet as hired help would move around and surround them. But still nothing presented that he expected, and so he turned around. Bracing his arm and shoulder to still keep Jared’s face out of view, and looked at the stopped truck behind him. Sitting there just looking was Gotch, looking worn, and more gray, but his eyes were very different. The shirt was tied off just under the shoulder, a few people were in the bed of the truck, all with concealed weapons. Gotch just looked at them, and then waved them to move, and the truck started driving away, the men in the back bed laughed, even waved towards them as a taunt.

All of his body half shifted, and the rumble in his chest ached as he transformed more. Stretching his shirt, and claws pointed out in blackness, and his mouth crowded in fangs, the skin along his face splitting in tracks of blood as it shifted the bones in his jaw to accommodate. Hair raced over his arms, and down his legs. He was about to run after it, Gotch knew he would-- and Lucas didn’t realize it as he was about to launch off into a full run.

“Because doing things alone is stupid.” Jared knew Luke hadn’t wanted an answer, he was well aware that it was more of a frustrated and scared noise than the actual word. But he answered anyway, it was all he could do. He didn’t know the full extent of the trouble, he knew the minimum at best. But the nymph wasn’t scared of something bad happening, not to himself at least. He was worried for his friend over everything else.

Jared didn’t turn to look. Instead he watched Luke. The slightest shift of terror and Jared wasn’t above doing something completely drastic. His ears were sensitive, to mirror the increased hearing range of some of his charges, so he heard the click of the ignition, and the jeers of men as they passed by. But still Jared did not take his eyes off Lucas. Not even to identify the terroriser for who he was.

The shift perhaps should have been shocking or even terrifying to watch. But the nymph was practically born to take all manners of terrifying things in his stride. Instead of recoiling like another might, Jared reached out and drew Luke in. He turned the wolf, and tried to catch his eye. “Inside. Please?” He requested of the other. “We have to figure out what to do.”

Inside. That one word barely made it through him, as the truck drove away, the scent of exhaust lingering. He was wound up, like a coil or a spring, and there was a feral second where he was considering thrashing Jared through the window without a care and chase after them. But Lucas realized quickly that this situation would have been different if it had been set up how Gotch wanted. The hunter didn’t know him and Jared were friends again, that he wasn’t as alone as in the past.

“Fuck-- dammit,” he quickly darted down the steps and out of the street, knowing it was early but still transforming on the fucking street. His mind was racing, and he wanted to break something. “Dammit!” he resisted destroying his clean shop, and instead dropped down into a squat and gripped his head tightly. Trying to calm down.

The nymph stood, calm in the face of the danger he was being presented as Luke decided whether to take the instruction or do something a little bit more drastic. Jared waited, just like he waited when he’d gained yet another distrusting creature on his farm. You treat them with respect, with the patience they need. But you don’t bend to their will. If Luke wanted to go, he could. But when he did, he’d recognize that it was against logic, and it was directly against Jared.

The blond sucked in a sharp breath when Lucas hurried inside. He took a moment to himself to finally glance back in the direction the truck had driven, before following inside with a more shaky step than before. The nymph walked to Luke and mirrored his position close to the ground and knocked their knees together. The effect this whole situation was having on Luke was incredibly heartbreaking to watch. So Jared steeled himself. “So, how do we rid the world of a coward like Gotch?”

Lucas glanced up. “We kill him.”

#x: jared #x: glance over

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ladycibia · 6 years ago

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Hogwarts Mystery Asks

So yeah, I’m going to answer the ones I’ve got in one, single post so I won’t bother anyone with my constant spamming ahahah it’s a long post though...I don’t know what’s the worst shut up cibia

2. How did you come up with your MC and Jacob’s backstory (family, where they’re from, their relationship with each other, etc.)?

This is a tricky question (and it’s only the first one, hurray!) because I don’t know if I actually did that AHAHAH- well, they are my OCs, but only up to one point; they belong to an already-established fictional universe and so I personally like to connect those few, canon information we know about them to my own personal ideas! And those usually come at random :’) and change pretty often AHAHAH I’m a mess. For example, some months ago I turned their father (who died…for now?? I DUNNO) into an Arithmancer given Silaxiv’s name’s connection to numbers!

3. How did you come up with your version of Jacob?

My MC started off as a self-insert and so I took inspiration from my own older brother (for his physical traits at least - pale skin, black hair, blue eyes). At the beginning of the game we didn’t know almost anything about him (we still don’t…but that’s ok), but I’ve always liked the idea of Jacob being a sort of Ulysses from Dante’s Divine Comedy (extra points if he’s a Ravenclaw, like mine!) :)

4. How does your MC cope with everything they’ve endured with Jacob, R, and the Vaults?

Uh, I love this question. Well, the thing with Xiv is- she’s very unpredictable and you can’t read her that easily. She suffers from the “shonen hero syndrome” and she’s usually very optimistic and happy-go-lucky, but those events did affect her. Her best way to cope with everything that happened so far is to keep herself busy with various activities (first of all, the duelling club – she also used to be its vice-president, but she had to give up her position during Year Five :( that was part of her punishment, sigh), but sometimes, she would just lock herself somewhere in the castle (Jacob’s room or the Owlery hi Talbott) and think and be a little sad for a while (also, the fact that people call her crazy, psycho, ecc. doesn’t really help). However, she also puts other people’s happiness before her own and so, even if she’s starting to have doubts whether this adventure will have a happy ending or not (remember: she’s also very naïve and she trusts people too easily), she’d keep that to herself. For example, she would never express her sadness over Jacob’s disappearance with her mother; she’d rather act as the ‘strongest one’, giving her mother all the support and reassurance she needs. “Don’t worry, everything will be alright. Trust me.”, she’d say, smiling.

8. Does your MC have any sentimental items? | 9. Does your Jacob have any sentimental items?

I’m putting these two questions together because the answer is basically the same! Yes, they both have a sentimental item, and that’s their “XIV” pin. As I’ve already said, their father was an Arithmancer and he was obsessed with the number 14 (he’s the one who decided Silaxiv’s name, much to his wife’s disappointment. She wanted to call her Rachel :’)) and he gave them both one as a gift. A silver one for Jacob and a golden one for Xiv.

5. How does your Jacob cope with Duncan’s death?

I’ve still have so many doubts regarding Jacob and I still wonder what to do with him (help me, game) BUT even if my Jacob is a manipulative, sassy bastard, he’s not 100% evil (yet). He was extremely curious and he had an insatiable thirst for knowledge (as I’ve said, Dante’s Ulysses – with magic) to a point that he actually betrayed his friends. However, I think Duncan’s death (and Olivia – was that her name? – too? Maybe? What happened to her?) made him realize his mistakes and R’s true nature. He’d claim the contrary, but, deep inside, he regrets for what he did. Too bad it’s too late now…

17. Which Marauder is your MC most like?

Mmmmmm…sorry, no one. I mean, you could say Sirius or James, but that wouldn’t be correct. Sure, Xiv is confident and determined, but not in an arrogant way; she would never go bragging about her adventures in the search of the Cursed Vaults or about her duelling skills and she would never, never bully or make fun of anybody. She can be pretty direct sometimes (“HEY GREY LADY HOW’S THE BARON”), but there’s no malice in her actions or words. Her determination comes from the desire of improving herself and her own abilities: she’s competitive, but in a very healthy way (as I’ve already said, shonen hero syndrome, ahah!) Also, she finds no fun in the act of rule breaking itself, she doesn’t get pranks or jokes and she treats the school staff with respect (in a very cheerful way, but still- she respects them. All of them!)

21. Something your MC and Jacob like to tease each other about and use to embarrass each other?

Well…Xiv’s smart, but she’s also way too oblivious and naïve and she probably wouldn’t even realize she’s been teased (besides messing up her name, but you don’t want to do that), ahah…(she gave first-years Merula a hard time with this kind of attitude). She gets a bit shy around Barnaby, but she’s usually never embarrassed (and she does have a big crush on Lockhart – which she doesn’t hide,so). Jacob’s another story. :’) big guy’s a bit touchy AND A SORE LOSER. Xiv always managed to beat him in every game they played (and she’s always been much stronger than him, ever since she was a little kid) and that was unacceptable. Considering he acts big and tough like he’s the most perfect individual in the whole world and then he gets crushed at Uno by his little sister.

(thank you!) 1. How did you come up with you MC’s name?

Oh dear, I’ll try my best not to get all nostalgic :’) alright, as I’ve already said, Xiv started out as a self-insert, but I never use my real name and I usually go for Cibia or (less often) Silaxiv. You see, I used to be a HUGE Kingdom Hearts fan when I was younger, to a point that I had proclaimed myself as the fourteenth member of Organization XIII (long before KH 358/2 Days came out, ahah). If you’re not familiar with the saga, the Organization comprises beings called “Nobodies” and each member’s name is an anagram of their original name, with the letter “X” added to it. My name is Silvia, and so I came up with Silaxiv, which is even cooler because it has the 14 roman numeral incorporated in it ~ I thought it suited MC best ^^ As for the last name, it has nothing to do with Lily Evans, despite the red hair I picked it at random and that was my first result and being myself a Luke Evans fan I was like ALL RIGHT ALL ABOARD.

14. What is your MC’s fashion style? | 15. What is your Jacob’s fashion style?

Despite Xiv’s passion for duelling, scary magical creatures and cursed vaults, she’s no tomboy; she loves skirts, cute dresses & accessories and pink, light blue and pastel colours in general! If wizards knew how to use internet, she’d probably google “cute kawaii outfit”. As for Jacob, he would usually opt for a simple, yet elegant, style! He could have been your handsome, young professor, but it had to f*ck everything up :(

#long post #warning long post #hphm mc #jacob's sibling #hphm jacob #silaxiv evans #jacob evans #xiv box

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As always I completely agree with everything you have said so far, you're a gift truly. A few more thoughts if that's cool: Wild idea, how about instead of having Serena go back to Gilead at its bullshitiest, she just doesn't do anything, if they don't want her to move to the good side just yet. Wild, I know. And why won't they just let the show change into handmaids' tale. So many opportunities. It doesn't have to be all about June. There's very little that can be made all about June

(Part 2 oops) made all about June at this point. But man I was cracking up. Man I am cracking up. That post where you were joking 'how's Serena is Serena okay' etc. actually became a reality in this ep. You're obsessed Junie. Honestly if I didn't know the context I would've thought June was Serena's crazy stalker :P How does fred has so much power again? I thought he was demoted? Surely he wouldn't be allowed to make this big of a deal about a single child. Oh wait I just accused tht

(Part 3 omg) of making sense. "Are you pumped dear?" This show should consider itself a comedy based on Lydia alone. Also Rita missed June awww! How nice was it to see Rita smile??? I kept thinking Fred has more chemistry with Winslow than with any other woman on the show and then That happened. Just go for it Fred, and then Serena and June can go for it too mhm. It's pretty ridiculous that we're halfway through the season and NOTHING has happened. I would've thought we'd be done with Nichole

(Part 4 I need to stop Jesus) stuff at this point but nope it's only properly starting now. If only Serena weren't just so stupid. So, so, so stupid. It would be absolutely wonderful if she were playing a long game but let's be real, she most likely isn't. She's just dumb. WHEN IS ALMA COMING BACK (sorry for the spam :DD)

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firstly, the tags on your replies made me die lol. RELATABLE to real life and everything else constantly. (”oops > omg > i need stop jesus” -- welcome to my life.) you are the true gift!!! :DDD x

i love that wild idea! like, i don’t see the need really to have her go deep bullshit either. like just DO NOTHING. it’s just as bad lbr. but the show seems to think june needs an enemy to directly fight one-on-one. for some reason. i guess they don’t trust that their audience can handle a more abstract evil... or it’s too boring to actually have the men liek fred (who are unquestionably evil) be direct antagonists to june? that gotta make it some catfight. but since it’s the soapmaid’s tale, let’s all sit back and watch serena go Full Bullshit Evil and try kill june for no reason. (that last bit is just a guess lmao)

“ why won't they just let the show change into handmaids' tale. So many opportunities. It doesn't have to be all about June.”

this is a very good question and one that i hear people respond with by saying, “but the book is all june’s pov!!!!” as if that fucking makes a difference. the book also ended where s1 ended. so moot point. this is no longer atwood’s book. they have so many stories they could tell, even with existing characters. i just cannot abide what they’ve done to moira. she’s basically nonexistent. and they’ve dropped emily’s story like a sack of hot potatoes instead of just you know, pulling it along every episode with a little more development. i was afraid emily would suffer The Moira Treatment, and it seems to be coming true. Moira is literally just Luke’s Sassy Sidekick / Gay BFF. how progressive! Moira is a man’s accessory!! and okay, they’re not handmaids anymore, but what about Janine and Alma? Even Ofmatthew. We finally got a little insight into her last week and she’s gone again! Have we even seen any of June’s other Handmaid pals? At all?

“ You're obsessed Junie.”

LMAO! IKR! I was like “Oh, here she goes AGAIN with Mrs. Waterford this, Mrs Waterford that!” Like you can’t even pretend. I get that she’s convinced herself that Serena is her One True Hope (moron) but pestering Lawrence or Fred or whomever (i can’t recall) about Serena is not at all subtle.

I don’t..... I don’t even get where Fred suddenly gets his power from again. He was demoted. And yet he can just set up film sets and do propo videos, and spend all these resources etc etc.... for what? Like it doesn’t even make SENSE. June’s voiceover was all about how they don’t admit these things even happen but here they are shouting to the world “Hey! Our military and police suck! There’s a resistance pocket! People can escape even with babies!!!” gimme a break. and i sorta get why Fred got promoted by the end of 3x06 -- cos Commander Winslow wants a piece of that brown-nosing Waterford tush. ha. serves Fred right to be sexually harassed at work. (WHAT I DON`T UNDERSTAND is why Fred isn`t already a high commander?! Like he was one of the Original 4 SOJ that invented Gilead. Why weren’t Pryce, Lawrence, Waterford, or Putnam NOT High Commanders already???? It was their baby; you think they’d immediate get top dog spot.) But like you said, that’s asking this show to make sense. And it doesn’t care about silly stuff that. it’s clear they just invented this High Commander stuff without really thinking about continuity too carefully.)

“would've thought we'd be done with Nichole”

honestly, that’s what I expected too. I thought for sure it would only take up maybe the first third of the season. then that would get settled and we’d be focusing on this alleged amazing resistance and June: The Ultimate Rebel that we’ve heard so much about lmao... but where is it? it looks pretty sketchy from the two seconds we’ve been given lol. I really didn’t think they’d DRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGGGG serena’s regret out THIS long. and like you said, it’s only really got started! yikes. i don’t mind a slow burn at all, but i’m also not an incredibly patient person when it comes to being bombarded with depressing, miserable characters for 6 weeks. (okay 4 technically).who have not really done much of anything at all except mope, stare into the camera, and give ~inspirational voiceovers. man 3x01 was so promising......

Really, i’d bet my dog on the fact Serena is NOT playing the long game. two weeks ago, i wouldn’t have been so sure. but nah. she’s not secretly on june’s side or interested in being part of the resistance or saving anybody but herself. she’s just a dumbass who can’t see past her own pain cos she has no support system at all. i suspect, and i’m just guessing here, that phone from tuello will come in handy at some point--but not for anything except her saving her own skin. she’s gonna fuck up really badly and then need to be bailed out before gilead/june gets her and kills her lol. i personally think....unfortunately, we’ve seen the last of june and serena having any sort of trust or even mildly positive relationship. it’s gonna be pure conflict from now on. and that fucking sucks. so, i shall live in fanfic world where things aren’t so fucking bleak and depressing.

WHEN IS ALMA COMING BACK???? WHEN!!!

#awaybacktothen

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