#i think youth by daughter fits this piece very well

[marstyler42]

A moment dedicated to those souls lost

[staraxiaa]

porcelain, the afterword:

author's corner/first thoughts.

first and foremost: upon rereading, a scene in this fic holds a lot of similarities to one from dust, diamonds on ao3 by maokitty. (the jealousy scene w the husband where the wall crumbles) especially with the dialogue. i was definitely taking inspiration from that fic while writing the scene, and wanted to make a note of it here. go read it even if ur not into aot pls bc it’s actually life-changing !! i beat my sunflower record btw this was 25k ish words written in less than 20 total writing hours. spread over 1.5 days total. also i think i fucked up the pacing a lot from what id originally planed buuut at least its over. dobby is finally free!!! anyways. the original intent for this fic was a discussion on body imagery, to anyone who has ever struggled with the unrealistic standards of social media and/or felt lesser than themselves because they were not beautiful in a 'typical' manner. but then it ballooned into a monster of its own bc i was like how can i make this hurt. i took my inspiration from porcelain + kintsugi vases... like how can i break this reader before i put her back together. i think that i'd like to touch upon similar topics again one day. as a natural extension of my style and the way i write that 'fits' the childhood theme of this collection, i don't believe i handled these topics the best i could've: a lot of them are simplified to a point that, looking back, makes me go 'eugh' a bit because there's so much depth there that i had to like, tamp down upon as a result of my own inexperience. parts of it were likely believable, and parts of it likely weren't - whether because of my youth, or because i was afraid of approaching these topics from the 'wrong' angle. either way, i hope to be able to grow as a writer to the point that i can tackle these themes again to a point where i myself can be sufficiently pleased with the depth i've put into it. that is all. if you've read up to here, thank you. i'm not really expecting this one to do nearly as well as sunflowers - the content is heavier, it's not nearly as light, and shouto is just less of a popular character overall. but this is very likely my magnum opus so far in terms of how much thought has been put into the work, so it means a lot to me even if you do not interact, and simply read up til this point. thank you. your support truly means a lot. will also update again as i think of things

unwritten scenes, headcanons, thought process

another angst scene. at the todoroki forgiveness dinner table, katsuki and izuku are probably there. i havent watched this scene i just know it exists. (was gonna go find it just for research). enji hits shouto with the 'you can marry whoever you'd like' thing majig. shouto's like, cool i didnt give a shit anyways i was gonna marry her. with or without your permission. and THEN i hit you with the akshually... she's engaged... to be honest, a lot more scenes where it was just mother and daughter. i really wanted the point to hit home that, the mother is always intending to do good in the only ways she knows how - it's not discussed thoroughly, and she's obviously a negative influence when it matters most, which is why reader cuts her off at the end. i am a firm believer that not all parenting is good parenting, even when it comes from a good place, and to me it's like when you hurt someone - it doesn't matter your intention, because that should always come secondary to the fact that you hurt them in some way. sorry. i'm not sure if cutting completely out of the life like that was necessary, but i think that in real life, sometimes it is. something to think abt / regret abt this piece ig lots more on the brother. he was not seen a lot, and i cba to include more about him cuz tbh he's only really relevant for like... 2 scenes but basically the tl;dr is that. he also feels the same pressure. it's just offscreen. (he's a man, he's his father's heir, but he sees the impact this family has upon you). i honestly think he's pookie and hold him dear to my heart but he was really just there to get the plot moving... so.... sorry guys. i didnt even bother to give him a name. BUT hes definitely a very complex character i just didnt write it..... i just needed to add a little happiness to the dysfunctional family ok the husband. okay. so. i originally wrote him in with the intention of being someone to hate, entirely and utterly, with the whole of my heart. but i absolutely hate writing in characters that don't have at least some depth/some complexity, so here goes: he was definitely in love, i think, though i'm not sure i would call it that. there was a grooming aspect to it, an age gap difference (he attended all your recitals/performances when you were underage, had his eye on you), was twice your age. i think i wrote it in a way where it could definitely be interpreted as a form of love, as twisted and fucked up as it was⏤ in the way you think of ownership, that a pretty woman is nothing more than a flower to give the sun to, to water when you'd like. but you're not. you're more than that, you need more than food and water and a roof over your head, more than pretty jewels. you just couldn't love him, and i think that's the part that fucked with him the most. the husband was always supposed to die. i toyed with different versions of this⏤ if you should be the one to kill him, a final 'hurrah' when you finally find your courage. but i thought this wasn't very in line with the reader characterization, so i didn't include this. it's ok though u guys are always #1 bosses in my heart. i hope its clear though that the reader didnt love him at any point bc i dont like him enough as a character to give him that. sorry. he was also supposed to be a mafia man... did i make that clear... but both him and the father were like. i hate these characters. the father especially (he has 0 characterization he's only plot relevant bc he has to be). wipe them both from ur minds pls xx in terms of the baby: i actually know nothing about motherhood. this is only what i've done from the best of my imagination. if it isn't accurate at all i apologize.

i did not know tumblr had a max characters per block. i yap a lot huh. anyways on to cute shouto moments <3 i really considered the idea of like. sex scenes. nothing graphic, but tl;dr with shouto when you cry, he stops immediately. this would be near the end, when you're learning to live again, but it's like, you're so moved because no one has ever done it like this for you before, and he's just worried that he's done something wrong, and it's sad but it's like. you don't know if you can ever handle touch again, but bc you're married, you think it's your duty, and you also love him, so you want to try. you guys love each other so much i could sob. i didnt add this just bc i didnt think this was the fic i wanted to start nsfw with, and bc i dont think i could do the intimacy i wanted justice. also tbh i debated on including more thoughts of shouto during the relationship with the husband but i think, while the mc would definitely think of him, she would try her best to be a good wife. i think this is textbook of abusive relationships (i tried to portray that in the way that the husband speaks and turns the fault onto mc when he hits her) where naturally, they abuse you despite you already doing the best you can, and make you feel lesser for it. i.e. she hasn't thought about shouto the whole while, hasn't done anything, doesn't intend on it, and he still blames her for the way she feels. DID I EMPHASIZE THAT HE PICKS UP EVERY CALL EVEN THO U DONT TEXT HIM ANYMORE JUST IN CASE bc shouto todoroki the man that you are... the man i wrote you as... im never marrying idgaf i write my own standards too high i also jus wanna say guys... the way u pull him out of his shell... and then its his turn to pull him out of urs.... i am a SUCKER for stories that come full circle watch me write it into mermaid au anyways im so excited!!!!! in another world, shouto is the one to catch you. somehow he's in your penthouse apartment. the man's holding a knife to your throat (??) or it's your husband trying to save his own skin. in some variations you walk off the edge yourself, in some variations your husband pushes you, in some variations it's the man. i thought this fit better. either way in all of them he was supposed to dive off the fucking building after u but i also thought: he can't be there himself but he makes sure ur taken care of anyways. sort of fitting the characterization i had for him, i think. i rlly considered a kiss scene too but it'd be sort of natural. like stepping into someone's warmth and feeling entirely comfortable in it, knowing it's what you want and knowing it's also what he wants. at the end. but i didn't add it. wouldve been sweet but unnecessary bc i think this would be further down the line and would require a separate scene. once again i scoot free of my kiss-writing responsibilities ! ! ! more on this, though, i think i really like writing about how simple intimacy can be. i do not believe you need to be physically affectionate with someone to love them, though you certainly can be, and i hope this was reflected in the way i portrayed both shouto and reader. in my dreams we are shouto's sugar babies and just vibe for the rest of our lives. and that is all. the smallest things the reader does make him so happy like. slowly. you guys are already holding hands, so a kiss on the cheek would make him the happiest man on earth. oh here's a bonus scene: at some point he takes you out to see the fireworks. the two of you are sitting, you're tucked snugly into his side, you're watching the fireworks, but when you turn, he's watching you. it's so stupidly romantic. you probably ask him what he's looking at and hes just like 'you'. you flush a little. he kisses the top of your head, grinning like the little shit he is.

i also think it'd take a length of time to get married, so you guys probably do kiss sometime before then. no clue about the scene. but canonically (aka in my head) you guys are just having a normal conversation. like Normal Normal. nothing fancy. and all of a sudden you just lean in and kiss him on the corner of his lips. he touches it, and you can see the shock on his face. dunno if you lie and say 'something there i was just getting it for you' bc im a sucker for that but he only leans a little closer and asks you to do it again. i'd like to think man is patient even tho he desperately wants to (like to the point it's painful to watch) so you have to tell him straight up it's okay to do anything, when you're ready: i.e. initiate kisses and anything else later down the line. once he gets the green light though there's no stopping (he will immediately if u ever tell him) like in my head this man has been basically touch starved all his life and he YEARNS. everyone say thank you to the anon who prompted these scenes btw notes on reader: i think what i wanted to explore with this piece was the way that your parents, the environment you grow up in, the role models you have can shape how you grow a lot. but that does not mean you need to stay that way forever. and that even if you do, you are not necessarily 'weak' or any lesser. reader never actually stood up for herself until the very end, but she was strong in her own way. she tried her best to be a good wife, even when she practically hated her husband. she persevered, she tried her best to love her child. things were bleak, but she pulled through; she kept on living, she kept on breathing. and that was enough. she was enough! <33 i also don't know if this reader was a very believable one. a lot of what i explored here was an extension of some of my own experiences, but like. i simply have not experienced a lot of it personally, unlike with my other pieces, and not at all to the same depth. i hope that there are people out there that can resonate with her and her experiences, but like not in a fucked up way. i simply hope that this story can make someone out there feel seen/heard, even if it's just a little. also putting this here to say, i tried to write reader in a way where it made her thoughts read off as like. ingrained into her? but that the way she thinks is not supposed to be normalized. please love yourselves. just wanted to make that clear djsklsfjd

[auxiliarydetective]

who would be your one piece ocs's godly parents if they had one?

Ooooh this ask is the perfect birthday gift, thank you! <3

Aurelia's godly parent would be Hera, hands down. They're similar in personality and both have a peacock as their significant animal. Additionally, Aurelia's position of power mirrors that of Hera as the queen of the gods and Aurelia's marriage bond with Mihawk... need I say anything else? Hera wishes Zeus were like that.

Cora's godly parent would be Athena, not because she's a war deity but because she's a patron of the arts, especially weaving, and presumably also sewing - which is obviously Cora's main thing. Even Athena's status as a war deity fits Cora though, because Athena is more tricky, strategic and wise than Ares, which is pretty accurate to how Cora fights when compared to Zoro, for example. Cora wins her fights not through strength but through strategy and trickery, which is a very Athena-esque quality, I'd say.

Lily's godly parent should really be Hebe since Hebe is the goddess of youth and has the ability make people young again, so this really suits Lily. On the other hand though, I could really see her as a daughter of Dionysus. Let me explain: Dionysos isn't just the god of wine, he's also the god of festivity and madness and he has control over emotions - and Lily is famously very emotional. Her devil fruit powers are a lot like the kind of shenanigans Dionysus would come up with. Also, he's often described as having animalistic features, which suits Lily being a half-mink.

Inari is a tough one but I decided to go for Apollo. Why? Because Apollo is linked to the gift of prophecy and the inner eye and Inari's third eye could technically give her such an ability. Also, Inari is surprisingly linked to the arts if you think about it. She plays the shamisen and her weapon of choice is a war fan or tessen, with fans being usually used for dance. Also, it just fits, okay?

Kaede would have to be a daughter of Artemis. Artemis is a goddess of archery, which is Kaede's main form of combat and a skill she takes pride in, she's the moon goddess and Kaede does her robberies by moonlight, she's the guardian of the woods and flying squirrels live in the woods, and she rejects typical roles for women in society, which is also true for Kaede.

Kan-chan I see as a daughter of Hypnos, the embodiment of sleep, for her own unique ability to send people to sleep, but also because Hypnos is generally a very benevolent god.

Luna's godly parent is Selene as the titaness of the moon or "Mother Moon", no discussion there.

Lux's godly parent would be Hephaistos because Lux is a mechanic which fits Hephaistos as a blacksmith and metalworker. But Hephaistos is also an intelligent trickster, which a lot of people tend to forget - and this also suits Lux.

Sonoko's godly parent, finally, would be Mars. Remember how I said Athena embodied the strategic elements of war and trickery? Well, Ares embodies the physical aspects and even downright bloodlust, but also courage and valor. Those last two aspects are the ones that persuaded me to pick Ares for Sonoko, but the physical aspects of war are also pretty fitting for her since she is pretty reliant on strength, though she would rarely ever let herself descend into bloodlust. Additionally, it just makes sense with how Sonoko's loyalty is to the man who taught her how to fight and be a warrior with honor and dignity instead of the Marines and their army mentality since Ares is more about individual prowess.

Thank you so much for your ask! Have a lovely day <3

[janeacular]

Why Mother Gothel Should've Been Dark Blonde - an essay, a rant, an obsessive think piece (Part 2)

Part 2 - White people hair colorism and how they could fit in with gothel's self esteem issues, and how she would project that onto her daughter. -------------- This is where we get into how gothel being a dark blonde would add an entire new layer to an already emotionally thrilling movie. To get into it I have to explain what I mean by white people hair colorism. SO! Like with the antisemitism thing i'm sure you're already very familiar with what colorism is. And possibly what white people hair colorism is, but I'll go over it anyways for the people in the back. Colorism is originally a term for comparing poc with each other, either by white people or by poc about their own race. It works differently with every group, however generally it references a preference for lighter skin. White people hair colorism is specifically the phenomenon within white groups that the color of your natural hair is indicative to your desirability. It's not as serious of an issue as true colorism, so the term is imperfect, but the phenomenon exists nonetheless. Generally it is known that blonde is on top, and as we get darker in shades the "worse" we get. This has to due with proximity to whiteness but we could've guessed that. Red is below Black in desirability, while also being fetishized, but that's not what we need to keep in mind for this post. What the heck does this have to do with Mother Gothel? well, everything. or at least it could've been. Gothel is deeply insecure, and obsessed with youth and beauty. Both things that are associated with blonde-ness. When some girls are born bright blonde, and they grow up to have darker hair over time, it can be a huge hit on their self esteem. Their blonde hair was praised their whole life, so it makes sense. Gothel could go through a similar thing and react way over the top about her darker roots growing in. Gothel being specifically a *dark* blonde as an adult could also plant the seeds of jealousy for rapunzel, a magically glowy permanent bright blonde. The jealousy mixed with her basically worshipping her hair would make so much sense in the new context of gothel's relationship with the color. In this au where they did give her dark blonde, I could also imagine that gothel's repeated prolonged use of the healing incantation could give her almost unnatural looking highlights in her hair. This would be an interesting commentary too, on those same insecure girls who get platinum highlights to try and hold onto their platinum blonde youth. very in character for gothel imo. I'll finish this part with the issue of rapunzel's brunette strand in the back of her head. And how gothel would project and force her hair color insecurities on rapunzel. the way some emotionally abusive mothers do with whatever insecurities they may have. When rapunzel is telling the story about her brunette strand to Eugene, people effected by hair colorism felt that it subtly implied that brunette is broken, is worse, uglier somehow.

And I say yes! that is what it felt like! that's probably how she saw her brunette hair. instead of running from that, I think making gothel blonde would make it clearer that this idea was specifically implanted into rapunzel's head. To make her hate her natural hair color. to keep her from ever wanting to cut her own hair to free herself. to not bat an eye when gothel would praise her hair WAY more often than she would ever praise rapunzel herself. But clearly, that doesn't make it right. It makes it sad. Nobody deserves to carry that much shame over their natural hair for the sake of a beauty standard. Gothel is a villain, and using her own insecurities to bring down Rapunzel is just another way to control her. There will be a third (and final?) part to this because my brain swollen

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

More Than Just An Heiress (Dougie Poynter x OFC!Greer Smith)

Pairing: Dougie Poynter x OFC!Greer Smith; Benny Miller x OFC!Cecelia Murphy

Warning: Fluff, Mentions The Last of Us (No Spoilers)

Words: 2.3K+

Synopsis: Greer Smith, the best friend of Dougie Poynter, is turning another year older. She needs reminding that she is more than what she is labeled.

Info: You made yet another trip around the sun, Kristyna! I’m so very proud of you and the person you have become. The mother and wife you have become, as well as the best friend I get to call you. Do you need tissues? I promise I did not plan on making you sniffle, but you say I always make you do that. Anyways, in all seriousness, I’m so lucky to call you my best friend, and if I had to share you with anyone, it would be Dougie Poynter. ;D Thank you for allowing me to borrow Greer Smith from you and let me write her and Dougie getting together. All Dividers are from @firefly-graphics 

Greer Smith is known for many things, including being a wine enthusiast. She could tell you the best wine for dinners, desserts, and events. Having picked up the talent, spending the summers of her youth with her grandparents in the French wine vineyards. Some call her fashionista for her vast love for fashion and her ever-growing closet full of clothing, and her favorite Chanel.

Greer is the daughter of multi-billionaire businessman Henry Smith, who could be careless about the fact she is also called an artist. Multiple pieces of her art have been featured around the world. The crown Prince William brought pieces for his spouse as engagement gifts.

Greer is an excellent friend to her childhood friend and closest friend from boarding school Cecelia Murphy. They are so close. Greer is Cecelia’s son’s godmother. According to her best friend, Dougie Poynter, Greer is the Godmother to one of the most fantastic kids on the planet. Greer is a wine enthusiast, fashionista, artist, daughter, godmother, friend, and best friend, who is in love with said best friend.

Greer Smith had made it yet another, something she could celebrate, unlike last week’s gala, which was in celebration of her father's company doing an outreach program that used outside volunteers. Greer Smith had made it to see another year, something her teenage self probably doubted would ever happen. When you are an angsty teenager who thinks the world is out to get you, destined to work at your father’s multi-billion dollar company so you can keep your lifestyle. It makes sense all the sense the relief that you made it another year, somewhat sane at that. 

There weren’t many people who remembered this day. That number of people could fit in her king-size bed, and two of them had help from one of them. Cecelia, her closest friend, had yet to forget a birthday of Greer’s. Even when she was eight months pregnant, Cecelia had driven to her house with a cookie cake and sang her happy birthday. Cecelia made sure her fiancê Benny, remembered Greer’s birthday, and that influence went onto their son and Greer’s godson William. Since he was two years old, he had given his godmother a drawing of them and their best friend, Dougie. Dougie was the final person who always remembered her birthday. He could be halfway across the world about to go on stage to perform in front of thousands of people with his band McFly, but he would call her and sing her a happy birthday. 

It was no surprise when Greer first woke to her friend Cecelia sitting cross-legged at the end of her bed, black-out curtains half drawn up, letting in the sun. On top of Cecelia’s head was a party hat stolen from one of Tom’s kid birthday parties, and her cell phone in hand. Greer’s laugh got her friend’s attention making Cecelia drop her phone as she leaned forward to pull the artist in for a hug, which Greer eagerly returned. 

“Happy Birthday, Greer, another year here, another year smarter, another year grander, another year more beautiful, and another year with us.” Cecelia dramatically kissed Greer on the cheek as she got up from the bed to open the bedroom door where William stood holding Salem, Greer’s black kitten, a gift from Dougie. The kitten jumped from the toddler’s arms, reaching for its owners. Reaching out, Greer grabbed Salem, giving him kisses and pets, taking all the love she could get as William climbed into her lap. To Greer, this was the perfect start to her birthday. 

A knock on the bedroom door pulled Greer from her thoughts. He is standing in the doorway of her room, Benny Miller, her godson’s father, alongside her best friend, Dougie. Dougie was holding a tray of cupcakes with lit candles atop them. Greer covered her face in William’s hair out of embarrassment as the group started to sing Happy Birthday off-key to her, most of them trying to get her to laugh. 

“Happy Birthday to you, dearling Greer!” Dougie placed his hand on Greer’s shoulder as Benny lifted his son from his godmother's lap. Then, holding the plate of cupcakes out in front of the birthday heiress, Dougie nudged her encouraging her to open her eyes or at least to blow out the dwindling candles before her. 

Greer took a deep breath as the butterflies took hold. Then, making the same wish she made every time she saw 11:11 on the clocks in her house, Greer blew the candles out on her cupcakes with the help of William. Cecelia, William, and Dougie cheered for Greer, making her blush more as she grabbed a cupcake off the plate and leaned back against her headboard, pulling Dougie with her.  

Cecelia took the plate from Dougie, ensuring everyone got one before sitting on the lounge chair at the end of the bed with her fiancé and son. 

���What did you wish for, Smith?” Benny enquired as he started to lick the frosting from the top of his cupcake. Dougie looked at Greer, who was currently trying to fight off Salem, who was very interested in the cupcake. 

“That’s for me and the universe to see if it’s in the cards. If I tell you guys it can’t come true, it’s common law.” Greer shrugged as she nudged Salem to the other side of the bed. The kitten looked back quickly, giving it back to her. Greer just rolled her eyes. 

“Not even a little bit of a hint, Gee-Gee?” William climbed up on the bed, leaving frosting handprints in his wake for the poor housekeeper to clean up later in the afternoon. Dougie grabbed the boy around the waist and pulled him into his lap, tickling the little boy and making him giggle. 

“You can’t spoil a wish, Will. If you do, they can’t come true. So what have your parents been teaching you, kid?” Dougie lifted the kid upright and hugged him. 

“Does this mean Buzz’s wish can’t come true because he told his parents he wished for a longboard for Christmas on his birthday?” Will looked up at Dougie as Greer looked at him with her eyebrow raised. 

“Would you look at the time? Will, you have swimming lessons in 45 minutes, and you can’t be late again.” Cecelia jumped from her spot on the lounge, nudging Benny with her hand. “Kiss Aunt Gee-Gee goodbye, and hug Uncle Dougie goodbye.” Cecelia made her way over to the side of the bed and kissed her friend’s forehead. 

“Happy Birthday, Greer. I’m so lucky to have had you as my roommate all those years ago. I don’t know what this family would ever do without you. See you tomorrow night for your birthday dinner. Call me if you need me.” Cecelia let go of Greer, who wiped a stray tear, secretly not wanting to let her friend know she had been made emotional by her words quite yet. 

William threw himself across his godparent’s lap, putting both arms on Greer and Dougie. 

“Thank you for the cupcakes, Uncle Dougie. They were good. Happy Birthday, Aunt Gee Gee. I love you so much.” Greer smiled as she leaned down, kissed William on the crown, and ran her fingers through his hair. 

Benny picked up his son and hugged Greer. 

“Happy Birthday, Greer. Thanks for being a fantastic godmother to our kid and just as good of a friend to Cecelia. They don’t make friends like they used to. So I’m trying to say we are lucky to have you in our family.” Benny patted Greer on the shoulder, grabbing Cecelia’s purse left on the floor by the lounge, leaving Dougie and Greer alone.

There wasn’t much Greer needed when she was an heiress to a multi-billion dollar company. Dougie had been bugging her for weeks about what she wanted for her birthday. She gave her the standardized answer she gave him every year, “just another year of your genuine friendship.” Dougie would send laughing emojis or ask her to be serious. What did she want? 

Greer couldn’t tell Dougie what she wanted because what she wanted could probably end their friendship for good if it wasn’t something they both enjoyed. So she would be okay with just another year of having Dougie as her best friend. 

Dougie and Greer managed to finish the plate of cupcakes. Dougie ate most of them before they entered the living room, where candles warmed the room, and tons of cushions were on the floor with blankets facing Greer’s big screen TV. 

“Dougie, what is this?” Greer looked at the bassist.

“You weren’t giving me any hints about what you wanted for your birthday, so I asked Giovanna and Cecelia. They said you would wish to spend a day inside, with no one to bother you. So I will give you just that and a marathon of The Last of Us because you have been hounding me to watch it.” Dougie led Greer to the cushions laid out, where she found popcorn set out along with various of her favorite candies next to her favorite living room blanket. If her heart wasn’t already beating fast, it almost felt like it could come out of her chest. 

“Benny helped me set up the cushions, but I lit all the candles, made sure they were from that one store that Johnny Depp gets them, the one you dragged me to a few years ago. The lady said we should get a whole day's marathon out of them. No need to trim the wicks or anything.” Greer got comfortable as Dougie continued to ramble about the heavenly-smelling candles he had sprinkled throughout the surfaces of her living room. 

At that moment, Greer didn’t care about the burning candles though they probably cost a fortune. She didn’t want to watch Joel Miller and Ellie Williams risk their lives to save the world from mushrooms. Though it was one of her favorite shows and video games, she would much rather spend it with Dougie and her feelings off her chest. 

“Dougie, I like you, and I’ve liked you for a long time, and I’m not going to keep these feelings to myself anymore.” At some point during her little speech, Greer's hands had found their way into Dougie’s while her eyes had pinched shut in nervousness. 

Dougie laughed as he tugged on Greer’s hands, pulling her closer to him, his grip on her hands getting tighter. 

“Greer, you did what I couldn’t do and admitted you liked me. Would I have gone out of my way to get you all these candles from that bloody store if I didn't want you? If I didn’t have it bad for you, would I take the time to answer your text messages at three in the morning? If I didn’t like you, Greer Smith, would I put up with your obnoxious friends from boarding school that even you admit you can barely stand? No. I want you, Greer Smith, and I have liked you for a long time. I just haven’t had the guts to tell you.” Dougie laughed at Greer’s shocked face as he let go of her hands to pull her face in to kiss her softly on the lips. 

Greer had wished on every birthday candle for the past three years for something more with Dougie. More alone time, more outings together, more signs that he loved her the way she loved him. Just as she wished for him to kiss her, just like she expected, his kiss took her breath away. 

“If I had known all it would take was me setting all this up to have you telling me you like me, I would have brought the candle store out sooner.” Dougie joked. Greer blushed as she leaned forward with her head on his chest. 

“It took me blowing out the candles on my cupcakes and all the candies. The candles are a nice touch, though.” Greer laughed as Dougie tickled her side. 

“Dougie, I didn’t say anything sooner because I thought you only saw me as one of your best friends, an heiress, someone you could take with you places when you didn’t want to be alone.” Greer felt the weight she had been carrying lifted off her chest while Dougie felt his heart breaking slightly. 

“Greer, you are more than just an heiress or someone I show off at parties.” Dougie brushed a piece of Greer’s hair behind her ear. “To me, you are someone I can tell my deepest darkest secrets to, and I know I will not get judged for them unless it’s for liking KitKat’s over Cadbury. You’re someone I can spend hours in a silent room with, and it is not awkward. I could walk around art galleries with you. Nothing matches your artistic abilities. Greer, you are one of a kind, and I would want no one but you.” professed Dougie as he traced Greer’s dimple with his thumb. 

“You will always be more than what those stupid tabloids say, and the thoughts in your head may want you to believe. Hopefully, you will be my girl Greer Smith. And if anybody wants to label you more than fantastic, they must take it up with me.” Greer leaned forward and kissed Dougie intensely with admiration.

No one in Greer’s life had taken the time to speak highly of her and make her feel good about herself. She hadn’t felt this good since Cecelia told her she was the Godmother of William like someone truly admired her for caring for their child, but this time someone truly admired her for her. 

“Yes, Dougie Poynter, I shall be your lady. With that being said and done, I want to cuddle with you, eat some chocolate, and watch grumpy Joel Miller with my boyfriend.” Greer cuddled into Dougie’s side, pushing him to lean back against the bottom of her couch. Boyfriend Dougie liked the sound as he passed Greer the remote and some Cadbury. Dougie and Greer, we're meant to be boyfriend and girlfriend.

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 9: The Hospital

Word Count: 695

TWs: Emeto mention, hospital setting, injury mention, police mention

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“What the fuck have you done?!” Michael’s father was screaming in his face. It felt as if he had a birdseye view of the whole scene. He was sitting on one of the many folding chairs in the dining hall. Most of the building had been cleared out shortly after an ambulance had been called. Sirens wailed outside as paramedics and officials of the law rushed in and out of the building.

Henry was working on opening FredBear’s locked jaw, his face grey as he fought against the urge to vomit. Margarete was in hysterics, being comforted by a shaking Norman, while Elizabeth sat curled up on the floor, her head buried in her knees. Henry’s daughter, Charlie, barely any older than Evan had been, sat beside her, rubbing her back.

Michael blinked and he was sitting in a hospital waiting room. There was still blood on his tank top. Evan’s blood. He slowly looked up at the clock on the wall. 5:00pm. An older, well-kept man with horn-rimmed glasses approached him.

“Hello, young man. You wouldn’t happen to be Michael Afton, would you?”

“Uh, yeah.” Michael cleared his throat, feeling as if he had swallowed a brick. “That’s me.”

The man smiled gently. “My name is Harvey Pierce, I work for the local police station. I know you must be feeling very rattled at the moment but I just wanted to ask you some questions, if you’d let me.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I can try and answer, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be any help. I feel like I fell down a flight of stairs.”

“May I sit beside you?”

Michael nodded and Pierce sat, retrieving a notepad and pen from his pockets. “I’ll get a pleasantry out of the way, how are you feeling? Emotionally.”

“I… I don’t fucking know, man. What happened?? Where’s Evan??”

“Calm down, son. That’s alright. We’ll get to that in a moment… you don’t remember?”

“Uh… bits and pieces…” Just uttering that phrase made him nauseous. “Me and my friends were just having a bit of fun. Something went wrong.”

Sadness shown in Pierce’s eyes. “Yes, unfortunately.”

“Who are you and what are you doing with my son?” William’s voice made them both jump as they hadn’t heard him approaching at all. Pierce stood and showed him his badge.

“Officer Harvey Pierce. I’d recognize you anywhere, Mr. Afton, but I didn’t realize this was your son.” Pierce looked between the two. “Now that I see you side by side, I see the resemblance. Striking, really, all in the face, though I’d say your boy tans better.”

William’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “I appreciate your attempts at humour, Mr. Pierce, but I think now is hardly the time to be making them. My son, my other son, is inches from death.”

“I understand, Mr. Afton. Forgive me. I only wanted to ask Michael about the events that occurred this afternoon-”

“And he is in no fit state to be answering them. Look at him, he’s completely out of it, you’d be a vulture to take advantage of youth in such a vulnerable position, he is only seventeen, Mr. Pierce.”

“Yes. Yes, I see what you’re getting at, Mr. Afton, forgive me again… I’ll leave your family to grieve, but know you can’t evade questioning forever.”

“I know that. Goodbye, Mr. Pierce.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Afton. May God be with you and your loved ones.”

William waited until Pierce was out of earshot before he turned his blazing eyes on Michael, who by now had gotten unsteadily to his feet. “I knew this would happen, one day,” he murmured. “Somehow, I just knew…”

“Dad?” Michael’s voice broke. And though he hated the man before him, he couldn’t help but collapse forward, hoping William would catch him. He did, pulling him into a tight embrace. Michael began to sob, harder than he could ever remember.

“You pathetic, whimpering sod…” William could feel his own violence growing inside of him. It would be easy for him to snap Michael’s neck, and it would be a relatively quick way to go. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

[brucewhite]

genya, isabela, tonnie hehe, aannnnd kleo bc i need more songs on her playlist

genya: 95. Bees by The Ballroom Thieves

lowkey i struggled with this one a little just because genya is COMPLICATED like they are in a sense our typical brand of frenemy lol but idk they’re both such complicated people and have really crazy lives. i think this song is about trying to find hope in a chaotic world and trying to find a way to believe in yourself and trying not to let people down. and that last line “this is not the place that i was born in but it doesn’t mean it’s not the place where i belong” FOUND FAMILY BABY. also that part about reading felt very gem idk.

isabela: 8. orange show speedway by Lizzy McAlpine

to me this song is about like lost and/or imagined youth— i think isabela had to grow up really fast with the coup happening right in the middle of her university experience and the eldest daughter of it all and kind of missed out on some critical moments of youth but i imagine she has some happy memories of avalor she likes to return to— and yet it’s tainted in a way because of everything that happened after. and i think the ending of the song really drives that home. ok getting emo bye :’(

tonnie: 99. Ooh La La by Faces

sorry this is kind of a joke this was hard 😂😂😂 it’s basically about a guy whose grandpa tells him when he was a kid that women will screw you over and he’s like nah grandpa you’re old and bitter and then lo and behold he gets screwed over by a woman and he’s like well shit i guess grandpa had a point😂😂 which is maybe a little misogynistic but idk the song is kind of a bop lmfao and annie DID screw tom over so… support women’s wrongs i guess🤪

kleo: 55. Call it Dreaming by Iron and Wine

i was trying to find a song that encapsulated like history and stories to go with kleo’s muse abilities and i think this is fitting! to me it’s about sharing your history with someone and fitting the pieces together with theirs kind of and it has this sweet dreamy quality that feels like it goes with kleo “for all the love you left behind you can have mine”

[mitsybubbles]

The evidence for all of this is very vague and should be clearer like you said, but going off the crumbs we got

Messmer was most likely a virgin birth (or from the Union of a random numen I guess) and like Radagon, his red hair is because the fell god/abyssmal snake’s curse.

The main reason I don’t think he’s from a marigon union is because there is some evidence Rykard and Radahn were in the land of shadows or had ties to some of the bosses in there

Rykard’s abductor virgins are there, he was also an inquisitor who could have been called to help in that war, Tanith shares similarities to the dancers of ranah and is stated to be “a dancer from another land”, Gaius’s blades of stone states that Radahn knew him very well in their youth

If Messmer was a firstborn child of Marika, or at the very least, if he was an adult when Radahn and Rykard were adults, then chronologically it wouldn’t make much sense for Radagon to be Mesmer’s father since he would have had to have a union with Marika before he married and later left Rennala

I think a piece as to why marigon couldn’t be a thing pre-Godfrey/pre-Renallagon’s marriage is because unless they were a secret couple, it was a complete surprise to everyone when he left Rennala to be with Marika and a mystery as to why he would do that (it would be more clear if it was known they were exes)

There is also the idea that he was Godwyn’s twin and this, Godfrey’s son but there is no real evidence for or against that theory

Going to Melina, her lore is a lot more vague than Messmer’s but we can run with her either being a direct sibling of messmer’s or Marika’s last born since the clues to her birth is that she is Messmer’s “younger sister” and that she “was born at the foot of the erdtree” (note that she did not say inside- so it had to be pre shattering)

If it was the former most likely she was born like how Messmer was born. If it was the latter than she would most likely be Radagon’s daughter but not of the same set as Malenia and Miquella

She also has some evidence of her existence prior to her burning (presumably pre shattering) with her blade of calling inside a secret office in Leyendell, guarded by a dead official stated to deal with “executions, and gruesome rituals”, she has strong ties to Marika including having memories of very private moments of Marika’s life, her clothes and weapon match Malenia’s daughters, and her spiritual form is tied to torrent. This might not bring up much to do with her specific order of birth, but it does provide some context for her life and ties before she was burned which can help with headcannoning her birth order and lineage

There’s also the butterfly thing and it seems that all of the demigod kids who have butterflies came only from Marika (and Radagon since he’s the same Being) so there is that too since Melina and Messmer have butterflies but I’m not sure how exactly it would fit in here but I also feel it is too important to Not mention

i just wanna know who messmer and melina’s father is. like, so much points to radagon (butterflies, hair color, hell even the way messmer looks SO much like malenia phase 2) but chronologically, that shouldn’t be possible, unless radagon happened to be around wayy before even godfrey (should messmer indeed be firstborn). which is POSSIBLE but like, it’s confirmed radagon didn’t START attached to marika, and also smth about giant lineage. So

[cozymoko]

Just ignore this cause I'm a dumbass at time, could I request the daibolik brothers reaction to meeting their sister for the first time

Note: I wanted the boys to have a healthy relationship with their sister! This is slightly yandere.

Pairing: Sakamakis' (separately) x Platonic fem! reader

WARNINGS: Minor-yandere themes

Disclaimer: Requires editing

SHU

He was by far the strangest of them all, yet he would not bat an eye at the mere thought. Even once being confronted by the small girl with red silks adorning her skin. Small hands clung to the fitted slacks worn by her familiar, those brilliant eyes holding an emotion far from pleasant. The eldest could only form one question, "What was he thinking sending her here?"

Your presence was rather bothersome. Seeing as you were already disturbing his sleep a mere moment after your arrival. Toying with the hem of his sweater, the coarse material. Peering at him with big doe eyes, so curious, even innocent in the company of his harsh gaze. He was at a loss for words, an ineffable sensation bubbling in his chest. How on Earth did you get here?

"Haah...to think that man has some ounce of dignity was a mistake. Just what was he thinking sending someone like you here, I wonder..."

REIJI

What a shock. Despite being notified of the arrival of a very important guess, this wasn't what he expected. A little girl, holding the appearance of a mere preteen. With wide, tender eyes that held a look of utter bewilderment and rosy cheek. But most of all you resembled him. More than Subaru, that he could not say, yet you were that man's daughter indeed.

He had no intentions of sharing you, that may be true. Yet not out of selfishness, he presumes, but more for the idea of keeping you pure. Your mind young and untainted by his dearest brothers. He sees potential in you, something valuable. For that fact, Reiji will not allow his mediocre excuses for brothers stand in his way.

"Good grief, exactly how many kids does that man have? Surely he could make an effort to restrain himself for our sake."

AYATO

Running behind, a skill this boy is far too good at. Even when gifted such a generous opportunity to greet his dearest sister he remains unseen. A young girl, dressed in rather boyish attire of an oversized jersey and baby blue denim jeans. She was an early teen at most and from the looks of it she was seething. Eyebrows pinched close together, foot tapping against the tiled floor as she mutters incoherent words under her breath. “Just where the hell is he?!”

Partners in crime or fools as Reiji would say. Seeing as the two of you manage to stir up some commotion wherever you are. though most of the damage being from Ayato's feeble attempts at impressing you. But with a troublesome upbringing such as his, does the idea truly surprise you?

"C'mon, say it! 'Ore...sa...ma' now you try! Ha- what the hell do you mean you won't say it?!"

KANATO

Dolled up in layers of pretty silks. Each a discrete shade of lavender, stopping right below your knees. With eyes that mimicked the most divine pieces of jewelry, that seemed to compliment your youthful features. Lightly painted lips, round cheeks flushed with color. At your side stood two familiars, both accompanied with a pair of hefty suitcases in hand.

Jealous of your beauty he was, more than he’d care to admit. Yet when that sugary sweet, “Hey!” left your lips, only then did you become vaguely tolerable. Well, enough to be in his presence, of course. Soon attending little tea parties, accompanying him during long strolls along the garden, even so much as becoming his personal doll; to dress up in extravagant dresses of course. The two of you were inseparable, and it’d be best if you don't change that.

"Just what do you think you're doing? You cannot leave without your dress! You are my dolly so sit still and act like one!"

LAITO

You, my dear, have successfully piqued his interest. How does a pretty young girl such as yourself find herself so far from home? Perhaps you've lost your way, fallen astray on your way home. No matter the circumstance, you were welcomed with open arms. A bit too welcome for your liking.

You were swept into his arms in a matter of seconds. A brisk shock from the bitter cold sensation of his cheek reaching your fingertips. He simply could not help himself, rather than a smirk his lips pulled into a genuine smile. Words dripping with an ineffable strain of sincerity. Despite his chilling touch you could not deny the warmth blooming through your chest, like scattered blossoms on a spring evening.

"My, my, who do we have here~? Our sister you say...She's far too cute to be a product of his affairs~!"

SUBARU

"Leaving so soon, Mr. Sakamaki?" The suited man muttered, "You have been requested to escort your sister to her room; it would be in your best interest to do such." The once silent familiar shot towards the departing man. The glare shot your way sent shivers down your spine, like pins and needles penetrating through your skin; yet you remained straight-faced, chin held high.

Oh, how he despised his curiosity. The pesky emotion that had driven his eyes astray, but how could he resist? As adorable as you were, legs crossed over on another, a sweet smile gracing your lips. What a pure sight, one that flooded him with a rather formidable need to protect. From who, unfortunatrly I have no clue; perhaps his brothers or himself and rightfuly so.

"Tch, so annoying. Haah...you're lucky you're just a kid or I would've let you have it."

[shotorozu]

hello!! i saw that your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could do single dad! atsumu suna and sakusa falling in love with reader, like it's sort of a meet cute (or not) but the reader falls for them and the kid and happiness lskfjsdfk have a great day!!

single dad! falling for reader

character(s) : miya atsumu, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi (haikyuu!!)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, timeskip au! (because,, single dads.)

headcanon type : fluff, crack and angst if you squint (x reader)

warning(s) : mentions of the character’s ex wives, the ex-wives being jerks for multiple different reasons and ways (so,, be warned. for negligence, not very detailed hitting, and cheating, but not on reader)

note(s) : me, writing for haikyuu?? wow, a surprise! also, it’s been a while since i’ve written for haikyuu so if i don’t get the characterization correctly— ESPECIALLY FOR SAKUSA, i’m sorry in advance.

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miya atsumu

at first, his marriage was happy. miya atsumu— successful in his 20s, basically set for life, and with a head strong wife that gave him a wonderful daughter

he was elated when his son, genji came into this world. he wouldn’t swap him out for anyone else. and it was all good, really

until he started spotting marks on genji’s delicate skin, and he even found a large bruise on his shoulder when he was changing his shirt! he almost passed away seeing that

genji would also have a sudden fear of being alone in the house— even when his mother would stay behind to take care of him

but why though? genji’s only 4! what could’ve happened to him? he doesn’t recall hiring any babysitters.

he finally found the answer one day, when he found out that his head strong, intense wife— has been physical with him!

basically, all the love for his wife flew out the window, and he filed for a divorce— and of course, he won custody

and he assumed that his love life would stop at that— and it didn’t sound terrible. all that mattered was that his son was safe, and happy again

but this is where you come in

you work at a toy store, a small business toy store really, that sold the highest of quality only

and atsumu took genji to either replace, or fix the toy he broke a few days back. the place was recommended to him by shoyo— who also had a kid of his own

you’re just two years younger than him, eyes full of determination and care, practically the complete opposite of his ex-wife.

you put up a good conversation with him, while you fixed the toy— the two of you talking about the mutual friends, and that ‘this place should be a lot more popular.’

and also, his son did happen to take a liking to you. he seemed joyous in your presence— compared to how he was with his ex-wife

and from that moment on, the two of you would only become closer— especially when a bunch of his son’s toys started breaking magically

before atsumu knew it, he harbored something for you— the absolute angel you were to the both of them

“‘m sorry for the inconvenience,” the faux blond scratches the back of his next “didn’t know genji here was a ‘lil clumsy weasel,”

you laugh, and genji’s just staring at you with amusement, “it’s fine, genji could break his entire toy box— and i’d still fix it anyway.”

so this was the nerve wracking part, “to make up for it, would you like some coffee later? i could treat ‘ya.”

“is this yer way of askin’ Y/N—”

“shut yer mouth for a sec— uhm,” he looks at you, sheepishly

you laugh, “miya, i wouldn’t mind honestly. but i’d assume you’re busy as it is.”

“not at all!” atsumu replies, “i’ll just, drop off genji first. say yer thanks to Y/N,” atsumu looks at genji, encouraging him to say his thanks

“,,thanks for fixing my toys, Y/N.”

“no problem, genji.” you smile at the two of them when they move to leave the store, fixed toys in hand— as they wave at you before parting

“oh, Y/N?” atsumu calls out,

“yeah?”

“call me atsumu— from now on.” his cheeks are tinted pink, and he can feel genji’s eyes on him.

“oh, uhm. yeah! i’ll see you later, atsumu.”

so yeah— the two of you went out for some coffee, and before he even knew it, he was in love.

it might take him a few months to realize it though

suna rintarou

i can’t imagine him having kids for some reason 💀 but if he were to have any, he’d definitely have a daughter

rintarou himself, didn’t think he would have kids at at all, really. but the moment he was able to meet asuka— his lovely little daughter

he was hooked. he seemed a little awkward at first, not very used to caring for a child. but he was actually decent at his job

he’d sneak into his daughter’s room to hold her when she was upset— even when his wife was too knocked out to realize it, and he’d show her picture books

since she liked them a lot, even when she can’t coherently read a straight paragraph yet.

it started to concern him when he realized how little his wife was involved in the development of their daughter.

she started acting different, a little bit after she didn’t have to breastfeed asuka

and then, that’s when it happened.

“i literally can’t believe you,” he speaks when he’s packing his things, “we have a child together.”

his soon to be ex wife is on the floor, begging him to stay— but he doesn’t care. “look, the idea of you cheating wasn’t very surprising. i don’t care anymore, really. but the fact that you’ve been neglecting asuka for your selfish needs is low. i hope you’re ashamed of yourself.”

his words are so much different that his lenient, calm self. which only solidifies reality

so he leaves with asuka, not caring about the sobs that left his soon to be ex wife’s mouth.

and even though he was still angry at his wife for not being there, he’d never let it show to asuka

he’d still show her picture books, he’d still sit down and watch miraculous ladybug with her— even when she doesn’t understand it all completely

and speaking of picture books— he decided that he needed to buy more for her

so he took her to the bookstore, and he didn’t really know what he was doing. he bought all those previous books when asuka was still a newborn

now it’s a little fuzzy on what he should be looking for. colors, right? he needs a picture book that has plenty of colors.

and that’s where you come in. you’re youthful, despite looking not that far off his age, you’re humming to yourself as you fix the bookshelves

“uhm,” he calls out for your help, and you look at him in recognition “need any help? what are you looking for?”

there’s a helpful glint in your eyes, and it reminded him of what should’ve been in his ex wife’s eyes. “my daughter, likes picture books. and,, i don’t know what i’m doing.”

she’s basically a replica of him, same eye color, and same hair color. but her eyes are much more rounded, youthful.

“cute kid,” you smile when she coos at you, “the children books are this way, follow me!” you exclaim, moving to navigate your way to the children’s book isle

so it seems to be that you really know what you’re doing. most people would’ve recommended picture books with a lot of words, or just no words at all

but you’ve found the books that made asuka exclaim in happiness.

and although it’s not very obvious that rintarou’s caring to his child— he is, and you could tell. despite looking lost, and sometimes bored when you’re explaining the books.

so every 2 weeks, the father would return with his daughter, after he got back from volleyball— and you’d help them pick out on certain books.

rintarou assumed he’d never take a liking in anyone again, but,, here he is. and he doesn’t know how you’ll react to that.

but it’s worth a try— he’d try and get your number when he’d see you again

the next time you see him, the middle blocker’s alone. and he tells you that he needs more picture books for asuka, since she’s staying over at his volleyball friend’s house for a day

“Y/N,”

“yes?” you turn your head, meeting his stare. he looks well,, himself. like how he first sought out for your help a few weeks back

“,, could i get your number? y’know, just in case asuka wanted worded books in the future. you’ve helped a lot, so,,”

you smile, “is this your way of hitting on me?”

he didn’t think it was that obvious, “what?— i mean,” he fumbles to reason out, feeling a bit more awkward. because yes, he’s asking you out but,, he has the power to make things more laxed, y’know?

truthfully, you don’t know much about him. you know a lot about his daughter, sure! but you don’t know anything about her biological mother, or what happened, or why she’s not taking asuka to the bookstore

but you chose not to ask, out of respect. he’d tell you some other day. “i’m just teasing,” you smile, moving to get a small piece of paper— writing your digits on the paper, and placing it in his pocket

“i’d like to see you again,” you smile, “say hi to asuka for me.”

the middle blocker left the store in content, absolutely sure that asuka would love to see you again even when she can’t form proper sentences.

sakusa kiyoomi

didn’t think he’d be fit to be a father— but here he is

though he seems cold, he does take responsibility, and he does love and care for his child, seina

it’s not like he’ll be posting pictures of his child everywhere— i mean, even if he had a different personality, he still wouldn’t be posting his kid everywhere

but he does cherish seina, like his life depended on it. he’d still silently watch her cross out word puzzles in a messy matter, he’d silently listen to her talk about her favorite pastries

he loves her!

so that’s why it made him mad, when even after 4 years of seina being born, her mother made little to no effort in spending time with her

doesn’t matter if it was a simple gesture like tucking her in, or showing up to a birthday— she just,, never did.

it was almost as if she was ignoring seina, which causes some distraught on the child’s behalf— which passed on the negative feeling to him

like,, seina wasn’t an unbearable kid. sure, she acted up here and there, that’s an issue kiyoomi has been trying to fix on his own

but it was nothing too concerning, and it was containable. but his wife treated her like she was absolutely unbearable

and it was super strange because, she’d act normal around him, but would barely acknowledge her own daughter’s existence

so what did kiyoomi do? he confronted her, of course.

and no— his wife wasn’t cheating, and nothing tragic happened that would’ve caused her to be this way

she was just,, lazy

“so.. you gave birth and stopped caring for her? is that it?” furious was an understatement, considering that his wife forgot to make her daughter breakfast

which caused her to sneak out of the house, and ask for some breakfast from some nice neighbors.

“look, if you want nothing to do with her, just say that. i’m taking seina, and leaving.” so yeah now he’s a single father.

to say he didn’t love her was too quick, a part of him didn’t love the fact that his wife loved him, but didn’t show any sign of affection towards her daughter.

he knew it was going to fade away anyway. his feelings for his unofficial ex wife.

and i don’t think he’d plan on seeing new people, since now these days— people just like the idea of being with him

which meant that most people would’ve been scared away, or turned off if they really sat down in a conversation with him

besides the point, kiyoomi was taking his daughter to the bakery again— as she was craving new pastries, and wanted to go to the new bakery that just opened near by

and kiyoomi was like “why not ig” and took her there— but then, this is where he’d meet you for the first time

you were one of the bakers, and it’s not like he was going to pay attention to you— until you did something even HE couldn’t do

“papa, whyyyy” the whining sounding painful in his ears, as his daughter clung to the display of pastries “can’t we get moreeee??”

“seina,” he sighs, “no, we can’t.”

“but—”

“papa, you’re no fair!” her bottom lip trembles, and he could almost FEEL the judgmental stares of the other customers in the bakery

and this is where you come in, “is something the matter?”

“papa won’t.. get me more!” she stares at the selection of pastries, “i’ve been so nice but.. it’s no fair!” her eyes tear up

“don’t cry,” you bend down to blot her tears away with a tissue, “y’know, he probably has a reason, but you’re in luck— actually!” you maneuver behind the counter

you come out from behind, presenting a fresh batch of pastries— that were just right to his daughter’s liking, to the point that it shut her up entirely

“they’re on the house, today’s our opening day, so it’s the bakery’s treat!”you state in a warming matter, grabbing a paper bag to place the pastries in

kiyoomi stares at you, observing you quietly— you could feel his cold stare, even though he’s wearing a medical face mask, that covers about half of his face

you blink, not knowing what is going through his head, and you gesture to his daughter to take them

you clearly don’t know who he is— and that gives kiyoomi some sort of relief, compared to the other customers that are murmuring to each other “sakusa kiyoomi’s here with his daughter! is this what he does in his free time?”

kiyoomi takes the paper bag, giving some sort of non verbal acknowledgement, before he takes his daughter’s hand and leaves

“bye, kind person!” seina calls out to you, which catches you off guard— this causes your coworkers to coo at the girl’s words

“didn’t know sakusa’s daughter was so cute!”

and you’d assume that your interactions with the quiet stranger and his daughter would end at that, but no! life is full of surprises.

the tall masked father comes in again, a little bit before closing time— you were absolutely beat, your back feeling as if boulders were glued to the back, and your feet burning from all of the rush

“oh, what could i do for you?”

he stays quiet, but a small presence sticks behind him, and peers up to you. the face is familiar to you, so you wave “hi there! it’s nice to see you again.”

“i wanna say thanks.” her rounded eyes practically shimmer when they lay themselves on the pastries again, but she shakes her head “for the pastries! they’re very tasty.”

“i’m glad you like them, what was your favorite part of the pastry?”

“the filling! twas yummy!” she gives a toothy grin, “tell me, where ‘dya learn to bake like that?”

kiyoomi stares at the scene unfolding before him. it was.. new. unfamiliar— he hasn’t seen his daughter act like this with anyone else— besides him and his team mates. so, he simply watched.

seina babbled and babbled, much to the your amusement— and the other staff members. you listened to her with your full attention, your interest never wavering in the slightest

it’s a bit later, kiyoomi holds a tired seina in his arms— you expect him to leave the bakery, his daughter’s wishes been fulfilled, and he wouldn’t have a reason to stick around

but then he presents to you a large stack of cash “for the pastries. my,, daughter really liked them.”

your eyes widen, “sir! i told you, the pastries were on the house!” you shake your head, “either way, i can’t take this! it’s too much for some pastries!”

“no, seina insists. in fact, she’s entirely why i’m here.” his tone stays consistent, but even with the mask— you could tell that he’s smiling. “she’s well,, everything. if she’s set on something, then she’ll do everything to achieve her goal.”

you smile at the statement, “thanks for bringing her here sir..?”

kiyoomi hesitates to tell you his name for a moment, an unfamiliar, yet familiar pound in his chest rises— he chooses to not figure it out right now, considering that it would be too soon to pursue a romantic relationship.

but, if his daughter brought him here, then it must be for a reason. “kiyoomi.”

“right,” you smile, “thanks for coming here, kiyoomi. you can give me a call, if seina wants any more pastries.” you write your number on a piece of paper, and hand it to him

he doesn’t reply, but he does take the piece of paper anyway— keeping it in his pocket

and for once, he thinks that he doesn’t hate having to go to the bakery weekly., because there’ll be a warm presence there to greet him— and of course, seina.

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[thekillingjoke-haha]

We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo​ Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

[nellynee]

The makings of greatness, or why, as a ride or die Treasure Planet stan, I’m glad there’s no Treasure Plant 2

You ever see somethings that makes you unreasonably angry? Yes I understand exactly what I’m saying, and how that indicates that my emotions and opinions on this are exactly that. Opinions. There’s a good chance I have some objective truths mixed in, but that does not make my opinions based on those truths truth. If you disagree or have different tastes or opinions or interpretations, cool, let me know! maybe you’ll change my mind. That being said.

The plot synopsis for the Treasure Planet sequel makes me angry. Not like, actively so, just annoyed enough to be in a bad mood. And now you guys all have to be in one as well. Why?

Reason 1, and probably least important: Disney sequel syndrome.

Ok so Disney sequels aren’t inherently bad. I’ll stan the Aladdin sequels to my grave, who knew Cinderella could world build, obligatory Rescuers Down Under (the first one was better) blah blah blah.

But there is an inherit problem with sequels in general, and that usually has to do with cast and crew. An original piece of fiction has to grab the audience yes, but there’s also freedom in that. Media touches people in different way. The worldbuilding can mean more to some than others. Some are in it for the animation, or the character developments, or relationships. What connects with one person won’t connect with another. The problem with sequels is that different people who worked out the original material might and usually do not work on the new. And those new people are already working on that new material with their own personal lenses and experiences and interpretations coloring the old. The reason sequels (and remakes, and big budget presentations of other materials like books into movies) tend to bomb hard is because you are essentially being forced to accept someone’s fanfiction into the canon material. Usually, there’s a pretty strong correlation between more successful franchises/extension material, works staying true to the core material, original crew working on the material, and the enjoyment of the audience.

And sources say very few of the original crew remained. Some yes, but mostly voice cast. Even worse, TP2 was a DisneyToon production, not even a mainline feature. Now I’m not saying the new people weren’t talented, or passionate about the project, or were lacking in experience. It doesn’t really matter if any of those things are true or not. It’s the warping of their personal lenses I don’t trust. Fanfic I can disregard, meta I can disregard. This would have been canon.

And reading the Artbook makes is abundantly clear that the parts that touched me personally would have been missing. The very core of Treasure Planet for me was the relationship between Jim and Silver (and their exquisite animation budget). However you choose to interpret that relationship, you can not deny that Treasure Planet is a powerfully emotionally romantic movie. It’s quiet moments and emotional resonance shaped my views of intimacy with a sharp and fine touch. Silver and Jim’s bond is as undeniable and powerful as it is compelling and awe inspiring to witness unfold.

And a lot of that is owed not only to  the voice acting of Joseph Gorden-Levitt (Jim) and Brian Murray (Silver), But to animators Glen Keane and John Ripa, who were the head animators of Silver and Jim respectively. Not only did Gorden-Levitt and Brian Murray deliver stunning performances, but made sure to work together and jointly play off each other in ways most voice actors don’t have the opportunity to do. And the Masters Keane and Ripa took an already stellar and carefully crafted vocal rapport and took it one step further. I highly recommend the Artbook as a good read, both Keane and Ripa talk about the journey of discovering who Jim and Silver were with delight, acting out entire scenes together using their own body language to build the characters together, using the same animation reals to animate, tag teaming in and out of the program rather than do it separately, becoming so attuned with their characters attitudes and mannerisms that you can tell they poured entire pieces of themselves into Jim and Silver.

I’m not saying the Sequel would have been inherently bad because it’s a sequel, or because a new crew worked on it, but I am saying I wouldn’t trust it with a ten foot pole.

Reason 2: Thanks I hate it (I’m saying it’s inherently bad because the plot is bad and I hate it)

I’m sorry for the length, but for you to really understand just how bad this is, I actually have to pick through every single line and tell you why it fails critically at some junctures and where it would be so simple to fix. For those of you who were unaware that there was a sequel in the works at some point, I’m pulling these quotes pretty much wholesale from the AnimateVeiws article Buried Treasure: The ill-fated voyage to Treasure Planet 2, specifically the interview with Jun Falkenstein who was set to direct the now canceled sequel. Spoiler warning, I guess?

So, from the begining

“The sequel was to pick up where the first film left off, with Jim Hawkins going to the Royal Interstellar Academy. At the Academy, he is a hotshot “natural,” but he doesn’t follow the rules very well.” - Strong start but then dropped the finish. I think the interstellar academy would be a very compelling starting point. I see no fault in it at least, it’s a good opportunity to world build. Clemence and Musket like to make a point that Jim was crafted to connect with the emotionally wounded and distant youth in a age of divorce, so showing what happens when that youth hikes up their britches and gets to work can extend on that theme aaaaaaand you dropped it. Dropped that strong start. Yes, Jim was more than a bit of a bite back rebel in the film, but that was a reactionary response to the bad place he started in. Jim was abandoned, and tied his self worth into that abandonment. His kickback against society was a reaction stemming from an inability to see his personal worth and any sort of future he could craft from it. He outgrew this, his very character development was about this in the film. His character arc was about realizing his inherent worth, embracing a sense of confidence and learning what he could do. Even disregarding that, bonus material outside of the film shows that Jim has a very strong sense of respect for Captain Amelia, her military career, and the hard work she put into it, and he’s there on her recommendation. Why would he act out in this? He is a natural yes, but the film shows he’s incredibly sharp and intelligent, if unlearned, and more than ready to learn given opportunity.

“Hence, he gets off to a shaky start – especially with his classmate Kate, who is very smart and has a type A personality. Kate’s father is Admiral Blake, the Commander of the Navy. Jim and Kate vie for top of the class but have very different skills.” - So building off this to fix the problem before. I guess the dynamic they are going for is something like “the kind of a jerk hotshit hotshot who’s got it all figured out and the straight laced rule fallowing stick in the ass rival”? I’m not apposed to to a rivalry, but lets tweak this, given how “hot shot natural jerk” isn’t really where Jim settles at the end of the film. Jim is a natural talent, who excels under tutelage, but more importantly, he has practical experience. While the time period spent on the RLS Legacy is not defined, they do sail to a deep and unexplored part of the galaxy, probably well outside of regular settlements, so no small distance, though Jim is young enough that a very long period of time would be noted in physical growth. Given comparisons to classic nautical sailing of the source time, months, perhaps up to a year? That’s a long time to spend, learning the rough and tumble basics, tying knots, experiencing food and water rations, extreme temperatures, playing with the rigging and mechanical aspects of the boat. Jim knows what it’s like to actually sail. Meanwhile, this is the Royal Academy, who probably takes in upper class second born children and pumps out military accolades for well learned mathematicians and strategists. Jim doesn’t fit in because he can visualize, he can think outside of the box, he can weld a damn engine to a hunk of shrapnel and ignite it freefalling against a metal hellscape and outrace a boat in a high adrenaline situation. He adapts where the other’s frantically look through their notes for the answer. Worse yet, he’s poor and not classically educated. Make it a class issue. In this aspect I do like Kate. Being the Daughter of the Commander of the Navy, she probably has a very technical and far more expansive understanding of navel ships, particularly the running of them. In this way Jim and Kate are perfect foils. Jim representing the poor, instinctually and practically knowledgeable crew, and Kate the upper-class, technically knowledgeable command, a dichotomy representing the haves and have nots in their skills, experiences, an class.

I don’t want to post a picture and break the post, but I do love Kate’s design. I do recommend looking up the article and checking it out. that being said, being a feline species, they messed up not spelling it Cate.

“Captain Amelia is dean of the Academy, which has a brand-new vessel: the Centurion.” - I… why, why is Amelia the dean? Additional material shows that Amelia broke ties with the military because she didn’t like their rule stickling ways and red tape. Why would she want a red tape position? She helped with a war and then bailed first opportunity to become a freelance captain so she could fallow her own rules. Even if you don’t know any of that additional material, you do know that she is a freelance captain. Why is she dean? what happened to the old one? Are they dead? Did DisneyToon kill them? Did Disneytoon kill the old dean?

“Designed by Doctor Doppler, the Centurion is the fastest ship in the galaxy.” - HE’S NOT THAT KIND OF DOCTOR!

“B.E.N. is its pilot”. - NO

In all seriousness all three of those statements show a serious problem, in that none of those characters are in fact those things. Amelia I’ve already explained. But Doppler was a debatably youngish bachelor with too much money who was fascinated by astronomy specifically and who suffered from ennui. And BEN was a navigational unit, so maybe it makes sense for him to be a pilot, but why is a robot who was functioning under a galaxy feared pirate for who knows how long given any kind of agency over a brand new incredibly important ship? These decisions were probably made to incorporate as much of the old cast as possible, to not exclude fan faves. But any decision that makes BEN a prominent part of the plot and thus gets more screen time is a BAD one.

“The pirate Ironbeard desires to commandeer the Centurion. This ruthless villain is relatively all iron – almost nothing of whom he originally was, inside and out, is left.” - On the one hand, I have a weird feeling that this would somehow violate the 30-70 rule. Buuuuut on the other hand, the Artbook does describe the decision making process of what and how was mechanical on Silver (my favorite tidbit was the wheel on his head representing his constant thinking and assessing) and states that that they in a way represent the pieces of humanity he gave up looking for Flint’s Trove. Extending that to a pirate who has given up everything could be a powerful thematic tool if used right (or intentionally)

“He leads a group of pirates to hijack the Centurion while Jim and Kate are aboard.” - ok, yeah, I’ll buy that. If they are butting heads constantly, I could see them sneaking off to the new piece of hardware to one up each other on who knows their stuff, or maybe bond over wanting to learn about the said new tech and being frustrated with restrictions.

“The Navy can’t catch the Centurion, due to the vessel’s speed and armor.”- sure

“Jim and Kate escape the Centurion. Jim decides he needs a pirate to help catch pirates. They find his old buddy Long John Silver in the Lagoon Nebula, where he is running a smuggling ring. “ - So what Jim just goes “I know just the pirate to help us” and then finds him? That journey of itself deserves it’s own movie, anything less is a disappointment. Alternative. Jim and Kate escape onto a particularly lawless planet. Jim has some tricks to keep them safe and fed, maybe he even excels in ways he’s been straight up stop gapped at the academy. Maybe his knowhow is appreciated by others who society also rejects. But Kate is a frustrating fish out of water, getting offended and worked up over things that are big deals to an average citizen but not criminals and pirates. But such reactions are putting them in danger and she needs to get perspective fast. It’s plausible maybe that Silver tracks them down through interesting rumors, but more than that, let it be fate. Neither having any idea the other is there till the second they see each other. Bonus points if Jim and Kate get in a bind and Silver is the leader of the harassers. Better yet lets add some thematic mirroring not only to the scene where Silver saved Jim from Scroop, but directly contrast it to the scene where Silver doubled back and down against the notion of caring for Jim when called out before the mutiny. *kisses finger* Touching and hilarious.

“ Silver agrees to help when he hears about the Centurion. “ -  Silver agrees to help when he hears about the Centurion without Jim even having to ask. Storywise, lets make some kind of deal over how Jim, an upstanding enrollee of the academy, apparently is chummy with a pirate. Tension doesn’t just have to be external, and Kate is the daughter of the Commander of the Army. Maybe she’s recognized and this gets them in trouble. Maybe Kate has issues with her identity outside of her father’s career and need to learn a lesson about being outside of a rigid social structure?

“Jim and Kate receive a tracking signal from B.E.N. – who is currently hostage aboard the Centurion – and follow via Silver’s creaky vessel. They discover the Centurion docked near the Botany Bay Prison Asteroid. “ - While being the fastest ship yet is a good excuse for wanting it to get stolen, my suspension of disbelief breaks a little at any ship, let alone a creaky little pirate vessel, catching up to the fastest ship yet, or the tracking signal being the only way to track it to a guarded prison. Seeing as how I’ve written BEN out of this scenario lets fix it. After the events of the movie, the Royal Military swoops in after to confiscate the debris of Treasure Planet. For those in the know, canon lore states that the Planet was a giant computer, and it and the map were the byproducts of an ancient and advanced civilization. Studying the debris led to the Centurion, notable not for it’s speed, but for it’s stealth. It can cloak itself. Which is why no-one can find it. Meanwhile Silver lets it slip that he snagged the map from it’s pedestal as they escaped the planet as a souvenir. (handwave why the portal was still open with a “the whole thing was exploding, the computer froze). The map is able to track the remnants of said planet, aka the Centurion, meaning Silver has the only means of tracking the cloaked ship

“Ironbeard is using the Centurion to disable Botany Bay’s security systems. Jim, Kate and Silver sneak aboard the Centurion, where Silver reveals to Jim that he wants to take the Centurion for himself. He asks Jim to join him.“ YES. YES YES YES YES YES YES! Understanding that  Jim’s decision to not go with Silver in the first movie is key here. He rejected Silver’s offer the first time because Silver had shown him he had intrinsic value, and Jim finally felt that the natural gifts he had were worth cultivating, that he did have the chance to explore who he could be on his own terms. Jim was comfortable being on his own, because he felt capable. Now, Jim and Silver bring out the best in each other, and the time apart has done them harm. Jim’s strings of social rejections are starting to fell like a glass ceiling he can’t overcome, and is finding more and more comfort in being a big fish in a pirates small pond, and the emotions of of being wanted that come with Silver is a powerful drug. But it’s a one way ticket away from any opportunities he could work towards, not to mention his barely repaired relationship with his mother. Meanwhile Silver has been slowly slipping back into the colder, more selfish self he was, a necessity for his lifestyle, and doesn’t want to loose his connection to Jim and what Jim brings out in him, but is still far enough gone to make the offer and try for the boat anyways, even if he knows it’s not what’s best. It’s an emotionally compelling decision. You want them to say yes, you know they shouldn’t

“Kate overhears this and is horrified, especially since the two have, of course, started falling for each other during the adventure.” - Hate. this I hate. Leaving shipping to they way side, what’s that “of course”? why do they have to fall for each other? Why the Disneytoon sequel love interest? I have a feeling her characterization would come at the cost of it. Why can’t they be rivals? why can’t they develop a mutual respect outside of attraction? Why can’t they both learn an individualized lesson about finding their own place in the world outside of social constraints as foils without macking? I hate this concept. Kate overhears, and is horrified, because Silver is a Pirate which is actually in universe get yourself hanged offense, and Jim is considering this, and they are going to steal a VERY IMPORTANT BOAT and and leave her stranded in a dagerous prison, and are making an objectively morally bad decision.

“Ironbeard discovers the intruders, charging into a fight in which Silver is injured. Meanwhile, the other pirates throw down ladders to the prison below, allowing swarms of elated prisoners to climb up into the ship. Silver, Jim, and Kate exit the Centurion amidst all the confusion. However, Ironbeard shoots down Silver’s ship. They plummet to the prison asteroid below, crash-landing” - cool. Drama. But for my purposes, lets tweak it so Silver isn’t injured yet. But I really want to emphasize that this attack does not interrupt before Jim can react to Silver’s offer. Even something as tentative as “I’m not sure” has consequences. None of this “misunderstanding” BS.

“ Kate is angry at Jim and storms off. “- again, make it clear that Jim showed a real chance of agreeing to steal the ship. if she’s angry before he had a chance to answer that’s contrivance for drama’s sake. Give her a reason to be mad

“ Jim is about to blow her off as well when Silver tells him to give her a chance. He reveals a part of his past through a flashback, when a young (non-cyborg) Silver screwed up a relationship with the love of his life – a decision which directly led to his life of piracy. “ - nope. nope nope nope . I’m gonna put a big old * here because this is reason number 3 why I hate this potential movie, and I will get to that believe me, but here’s me, putting a pin in it. That being said, have Silver selfishly try to double down on getting Jim to join him in a three way argument instead. This is the conflict of the film. Kate, who was learning to grow outside of the strict restrictions of her life and do her own work, make her own way, is being rejected. She is as morally repulsed as she is hurt that she wasn’t included, and hates herself for that hurt as well. Jim is torn between the freedom of what he could be after the academy paired with the strict social constructs around it, and the freedom of a life “full of himself and no ties to anyone” but running from the law and the two friends they represent. Silver is the aggressor here. He likes Kate, he does, but he loves Jim and only has one place in his heart, and has spent his life being selfish. There’s already a crew on board, and Iron beard is hooked into the Centurion. With having the only other means to navigate, they take down ironbeard, the rest will surely fall in line. This is paydirt. A fantastic ship, a bloodthirsty crew, and Jim.

“Silver has a very dangerous cargo with him that he had been trying to smuggle and sell for a fortune, which has the power of a neutron bomb. Jim, Kate and Silver reconcile and work together to fix Silver’s ship and prevent the Centurion, filled with the most evil pirates in the galaxy, from going on an insane robbing-and-killing spree. At the last second, Silver reluctantly gives up his “retirement fund” in order to destroy the Centurion, with Ironbeard and all the pirates on board.” - this entire section needs rewritten. That’s a mcguffin Silver put it away. I have retconned the mcguffin to be the old map, so that is now moot. Now to not blow up the ship. Afterall, Silver and Jim have both already overcome what Treasure Planet represented with it’s destruction. Rather, B plot

If we are that desperate to have past characters in, let’s have Amelia and Delbert back home. When the Centurion is captured, Amelia immediately volunteers to fallow, feeling responsible for Jim and secretly pining for some adventure. Delbert feels the same, and he to a bit of an adrenaline junkie after the events of the first movie, but they have the children to think about and only one can leave. Delbert is the one chosen to help by the navy officials searching for the Centurion. While Amelia bickers with the Admiral Blake over his pragmatic but emotionally distant decisions over the situation of his missing daughter, Delbert is an astronomer, and is blah blah blah science meta, fallow the flashing  and bending lights around the cloaked ship to find it. As in Delbert is helpful. Amelia in a reflation to Admiral Blake, is torn between her family and commandeering her own ship to help. Blake is frustratingly headstrong in his decisions, and the script makes it seem like that emotional distance is disinterests, but reveals to the audience that it incorporates a great deal of suppression of his anxieties and worries over his daughter, and trust in her abilities, though he has issues expressing this pride to Kate herself. Amelia, Delbert and fam make what is probably a poor decision in commandeering a ship and leaving on their own to track the Centurion, the navy hot on their heels.

Back to A plot, the navy is approaching. Jim has to make a decision. He is the only one who knows how to unmask the ship using the old ones tech without training, as it’s based off the map. While Kate and Silver are distracting iron beard, he has to either steal the ship and sail off, or uncloak it for the navy. Iron beard is taken down, but not without Silver getting injured. Jim decides that Silver’s life is worth more than anything, and after agreeing with Kate that she’ll commandeer a doctor and wont let Silver die, uncloaks the ship. The Centurion is retaken in a blaze of naval glory that is the action climax. The pirates fight back up are over run. Maybe Kate gets taken hostage as the Admirals daughter, as an opportunity for a resolution with her arc as Blake’s distant daughter, though obviously said resolution comes at her showing her abilities in taking care of herself and the practical skills she has learned.

“Silver again parts from Jim and Kate, telling them to take care of each other. A few years later, Jim and Kate graduate with honors, while a proud Silver secretly watches from the shadows, smiling” - Boooooo. Kate and her dad make up, and she challenges him that she’s going to one day Captain the Centurion, with him understanding that she needs less a mentor and more an emotional support while she works her way up the ranks. She invites Jim to be her first mate, to which Jim accepts as a navigator, (a thing I’ve pointed out to be his real strength in another post). But to Silver, who has been “pardoned” for his part in retaking the Centurion, the movie hinting that he to would be on the eventual crew there I fixed it fic to come I s2g.

yeah there’s a lot of good there, but it’s so easy to fix the bad it’s frustrating. which brings me to

Reason 3: that little pin

“ Jim is about to blow her off as well when Silver tells him to give her a chance. He reveals a part of his past through a flashback, when a young (non-cyborg) Silver screwed up a relationship with the love of his life – a decision which directly led to his life of piracy. “

Nope nope nope I’ll tell you why.

First of all, sources like the artbook say that Jim is so Important to Silver because he’s the first person Silver has ever let become important. he’s specifically stated to have no family, never married, no children. And that’s something he cultivated actively. His life of piracy, his metal limbs, his loneliness and moral failings were all gleefully accumulated for one reason and one reason only

Treasure Planet.

Treasure Planet was the great love of Silver’s life. It was a lifelong obsession. It destroyed his body, took his youth, his opportunities and nearly his life. He broke Jim’s heart over it.

And he let it go. For Jim.

And Jim understood this

This is the crux of treasure planet’s very themes. This is where Jim found self worth. Another person finally looked at him and said “you matter, you matter more than anything. I like being around you and I choose you first.” and it made Jim realize he’s someone worth choosing.

The treasure was EVERYTHING to Silver, and Silver let it go, for Jim.

That one line there, attributing the start of Silver’s fall to a girl? that actively retcons the entire theme of the previous movie. IT rewrite the emotional linchpin of Silver’s sacrifice of the gold. And actually fuck that. right into the ground. I do not accept. I do not pass go. I refuse. Fuck you non existent movie. That makes me mad. every single time. Hate I shall never let go.

No

[aggressive-positivity-network]

Okay, so you said I could send an ask for headcanons about the childhoods of some specific merc(s)... I think I would really like to read your headcanons about Soldier’s and Engineer’s childhood :)

Thanks in advance and I hope your well.

Ooooh…I’ve been waiting for this! And thank you for being specific and not just saying “the rest of them.” Sometimes I get overwhelmed with nine specific mercs to write for. Your specifics are much appreciated.

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Soldier:

Soldier doesn’t talk very much about his childhood - whether it’s because something happened or he just doesn’t remember it, no one can tell. It’s nowhere in his file, either…he refused to do anything except tell fantastic tales of a fictional youth.

However, in a rare streak of almost lucidity, he spouted off the entirety of his younger years, much to the team’s surprise. Usually, if anyone asked directly, he changed the subject.

But now he described everything in vivid detail. And, with a bit of research from Miss Pauling, everything fell into place.

Apparently he had been born in a small military town in Georgia. His father was overseas, leaving he and his mother alone in their small yellow house.

In order to make ends meet, his mother worked at a nearby factory, mostly leaving Soldier to fend for himself and the house.

“Can you be a big, strong soldier like daddy for me?”

Soldier would always agree, finding his own food, his own entertainment, and his own friends. No matter what happened, he never bothered his mom. If anything, his job was to protect her.

That’s why, when his stomach started hurting and his arms and legs ached, he said nothing about it.

When he forgot the chores he was supposed to do and even the names of his friends, he didn’t bring it up.

When he felt tired all the time and some days could barely get out of bed, he just chalked it up to laziness like his mother did.

It turns out the factory they were next to was polluting the water next to the house with dangerous amounts of lead, which soon overcame Soldier’s immune system of steel.

He could barely remember anything anymore, and he became more and more distraught every day. Sometimes he would forget where he was and run outside, then get lost in the woods, only coming back once he remembered where he was supposed to be.

Soldier began to wear one of his father’s old helmets after his mom commented on his red eyes and the dark circles around them. He didn’t want to worry her. Besides, it helped bring back a few memories if he ever got lost again.

Finally, it got to the point where he didn’t even remember his mother, or his promise to her. He began to wander farther and farther away from home.

One day, he didn’t come back at all.

Out in the world with not a single memory to his name, Soldier wandered far and wide. He usually slept in barns and old, abandoned houses, cut off from most people.

Occasionally, he would find a family that wanted to “raise him as their own,” only to turn him away after finding him too difficult to care for.

He had frequent nightmares, ate little due to his unresolved stomach issues, and could barely walk ten feet without forgetting where he was going.

If he accidentally wandered into the same house twice, he would be chased out with either a broom or a gun - usually the latter.

He became “the demon child” in some counties, and “g*psy kid” in others, due to his long, unkempt hair, hidden eyes, and odd habits.

It even got to the point where Soldier couldn’t sleep on anyone’s property because he would be actively fought off like a wolf or a bear.

His only pleasure was an old movie theater that, as he recovered from his lead poisoning, remembered the location of and frequently snuck into.

The only thing that played were romance movies - which, like many children, Soldier hated - and war movies, which he watched over and over again with starving eyes.

Because of these movies, a single memory from his mother’s house came to him. A woman, tall and muscular from hard labor, giving him a shiny badge to hold, asking him to be a strong soldier like his father.

And thus began his life-long dream of becoming a military officer.

He trained according to what he knew from the films…which was mostly running, doing jumping jacks, and occasionally rolling around in the mud.

This only served to distance him further from his fellow human beings, but he didn’t care. Soldier had a mission, and he was going to do it well.

But the biggest change was his hair.

He had started cutting it off with sharpened rocks, but he was always saving up coins he found for a “proper army cut.”

Finally, he had quite the collection in a dirty mason jar, and marched into the barber shop in his town to ask for a haircut.

The manager was appalled, and at first refused, but Soldier stood his ground.

“Civilian, I’ll have you know that by denying a soldier with a haircut, you are denying America one of its best fighters! I can’t curdle the enemy’s blood looking like a hippie!”

After a short yelling match that, of course, Soldier won, the manager decided it would be in his best interest to comply.

He walked out of that shop with no hair on his head, but a huge grin on his face. Next stop, the ranks.

Soldier went from draft office to draft office, applying for and being denied entrance to the army for his obvious lack of mental stability.

This is when the personal retelling ended, since Soldier became very upset by the memory of his recruitment failures, but Miss Pauling concluded that he just bounced from state to state until Mann Co. found him, quote, “sitting in an alleyway, eating army draft paperwork while sobbing uncontrollably.”

Engineer:

Engineer also never really talks about his childhood, but both Medic and Spy (Spy knows everything about everyone on the team) know that’s for a good reason.

He grew up in a trailer community near an almost ghost town in Texas.

His father was an abusive car mechanic with a mean streak a mile wide and a shop full of failed inventions. His mother wasn’t any better - she was bitter and reclusive, only really coming out of her room to pick a fight with her husband.

However, what Engie lacked in family, he more than made up for in friends.

He had a rag-tag, Rugrats-esque team of pals from all walks of life: Rhapsody, the daughter of a struggling porn star; Tom, the son of two farmers wiped out by blight; Cici, an adopted girl that could barely walk into her trailer without a black eye and a string of slurs; Quinn, the nervous child of a single mother that serves as guidance to the other kids; And Fred, who didn’t seem to have any family, but had become a greaser big brother to all of them.

Together, they explored the desert near the trailer park, pooled their resources to feed and support each other, and used their individual strengths to get through each day.

Engineer, whom everyone affectionately called “Big Dell,” snuck parts from his dad’s workshop for his own creations.

By the time he was twelve, he could make a small, running engine for the soapbox cars his friends frequently raced.

No toy, piece of clothing, glasses, or tool was out of his line of expertise.

One day, though, upon finding that some of his parts were missing, Engineer’s dad gave him a terrible beating that broke a few of his fingers and left a huge gash near his eye.

Since then, he refused to fix, make, or even touch a tool.

He wouldn’t tell anyone what happened, but they could make a pretty good guess, since they knew where the scraps and parts had come from.

The whole group was furious with Engineer’s dad - their Big Dell was funny, smart, and was more loving than every family member they had combined. Even Quinn was red in the face.

They wanted to break into his dad’s workshop and destroy all of his inventions, just to teach him a lesson, but they knew Engineer would take the fall for it.

Instead, they rummaged through trash cans, searched their toy chests, and looked under their trailers to find things Engineer could use.

They waited until his birthday to unveil the massive pile of supplies they had stowed away.

Engineer immediately dropped to his knees and began to cry, and everyone else dogpiled him for a huge hug.

As the creme de la creme, they gave him a pair of welding goggles - the same welding goggles he wears to this day, having modified them so they still fit his growing body.

With his healed fingers and renewed spirit, he made each of them a gift: a toy car for Rhapsody, a skull ring for Fred, a full set of candle wax crayons for Cici, a chewable necklace for Quinn so they wouldn’t chew on their collar, and a mini-planter for Tom.

But Engineer was given the greatest gift - confidence in his own abilities and that he can be and was appreciated for more than his services.

This gave him the drive to build bigger and better things, which his friends happily assisted in creating.

Engie’s best memories are with that motley crew of scrawny, beaten-up kids.

But, as he became a teenager, the abuse grew worse by the day.

He was often kept in his dad’s garage to fix cars in sweltering heat and with nothing to show for his work except threats of what would happen if a customer complained.

His mother finally grew bitter enough to pick on him, wondering aloud and pointedly if she had made a mistake by having him, then immediately contradict herself by wailing in his arms about how she’s the most awful mother in the world, and how she would be gone soon, and then nobody would have to deal with her anymore.

Engie grew more and more distant from his friends as they either moved out, ran away, or, in Rhapsody’s case, died.

He thought of just shutting the garage door and turning on a car a couple times, but he would always return to his memories of the hidden cave of goodies his friends had collected or the many inventions they had helped him build.

It just wasn’t worth it.

On a night when his depression and self-doubt was especially bad, he decided to build a personal invention for the first time in years - a small, robotic chicken made out of bent gears and empty oil cans.

He worked on it for a few weeks, but made the mistake of leaving it on a work table once it was finished.

Engie came to work the next morning with his dad ready to chew him out. But, before any finger could be lifted against his son, he was interrupted by a sweet older couple that was having their tires replaced.

“Now, Ethan, ain’t that just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your life?”

“Hm?”

“That there chicken statue over there! It looks like it could very well get up and start peckin’ for worms, don’tcha think?”

Engie looked at the couple, then at his dad, then at his chicken. He slowly lifted it from the table and turned the key.

It started to slowly lean forward, then took a few steps on it’s long, spring-loaded legs. The neck went down, and the chicken’s rusty beak began to scrape at the pavement.

Now he had the husband’s attention.

“Didja build that yourself, son, or did your daddy help ya?”

Engineer looked at his dad for a split second before answering.

“My own sweat ‘n blood, sir. My daddy says I should stop wastin’ time on ugly thing-a-ma-jigs an’ put my hands to somethin’ worth doin’.”

The man smiled. “Well, this ‘ugly thing-a-ma-jig’ shows real skill. We could use somebody like you, once we train you up a bit.”

“Now hold on a damn - !” his father interjected, but was silenced with a cold stare.

“We’ll put ya through a state-of-the-art school, then put ya straight inta the work force. You can build whatever you like…and you’ll have a lot better materials than rusty tin. Whaddaya say, son?”

Engineer just nodded, and the man grabbed his hand and shook it.

“We’ll keep in touch.”

Engineer left that trailer park at age seventeen, leaving his fuming father and drunken mother behind.

He only stopped to visit Rhapsody’s grave before embarking on his new life.

There is still a stone plate with a message carved into it next to the headstone. If you brush off the leaves and dig out the moss, you can see Engie’s parting words:

“A friendship with you and the rest of the gang is the greatest thing I ever built. -Big Dell”

[reputayswift]

will you make a wuthering heights edit? asking for a friend!

also, who would you cast if you could make a new wuthering heights movie adaptation? 😻

Hello! I’ve started collecting clips I’ll see what I can do ;)

And this was SUCH a fun exercise so thank you!! First of all, I’d probably have it be a miniseries bc I don’t think you can do justice to the story in ~3 hours. And also would maybe split the generations up into 2 seasons? I would 1000% include the second gen I really don’t think you can get the full depth of Catherine’s Haunting without it. Don’t take any of these choices TOO seriously in reality I think unknowns would make for the most immersive story :*

OKAY FIRST UP: Heathcliff. Dev Patel would be my first choice bc I think he can play both boyish and solemn and he fits the book description pretty well. He’s done period pieces before and I also just love him :) The 2011 casting was already really good so I’d totally be down for James Howson Heathcliff 2. And if we wanted to stress the OMG These Are Literal Kids Getting Married & Dying aspect, I could see Amir Wilson for young Heathcliff (obviously older Heathcliff would have to be cast accordingly).

Loved Kaya Scodelario for Catherine (Sr.), I think you’d have to cast someone with very intense/memorable eyes and a bit of wickedness to her and she’s GOT IT. I could also see an Anya Taylor-Joy type if we wanted to go w the 1992 one-actress-for-both-Cathys route, she’s played cold and haughty and mischievous and innocent and she’s fairly close to how I pictured Cathy (Jr.). If we go age-accurate, we already know Dafne Keen and Amir Wilson play really well off each other and no one plays Scary Youth better than her.

Really love Mackenzie Foy for Cathy Linton, I think she could pass as Kaya Scodelario’s daughter and admittedly this was a little inspired by the (misguided) Twilight parallels.

The Lintons! I completely blanked on blondish male actors that aren’t completely jacked so apologies for that ( @julesblackthorns and I had fun imagining like. Tom Hopper Linton, fully muscled up for Umbrella Academy.) Timothée Chalamet as Linton Heathcliff started as a joke but like. Let’s be honest, he was born for the role. Kathryn Newton played Amy in the Little Women miniseries and I think she could capture Isabella Linton’s hopeless romanticism. And Edgar was SUCH a difficult choice for me, I have him down as Aaron Taylor-Johnson currently but I think Aaron might be a better fit for Lockwood. I’d want someone more bookish I think. Not sure why I didn’t once consider Joe Alwyn but honestly I could kind of see Joe Alwyn.

COULD NOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME cast Hareton. Which is a shame because he’s my favorite character :(

And then some miscellaneous/not-so-serious castings: Matthew Macfadyen as Mr. Earnshaw because he’s already played Hareton Earnshaw and that was. A choice. Or Andrew “Hot Priest” Scott as Mr. Earnshaw bc if it’s a British production he Will Be There. I threw Noah Centineo Hareton out there and was told my “mind [was] so twisted.” And Josh O’Connor as Lockwood because hearing him fight w ghost Catherine would be really funny.

[danhoemei]

Fandom questions:

2, 4, 7

Thank you for the ask amazing person 💚💚💚 (Ask game)

2. Fanfic trope you like?

SO MANY. But if I were to choose just one it'd probably be slow burn. I love seeing the progress of the relationship, live through it together with the characters, want it more and more as I learn about the pair and crave their happiness. And it all gradually accumulates until the tension reaches its peak, then everything untangles and clears out, and I finally experience catharsis. It just makes me so immersed in the story and gives so much more satisfaction than a short and obvious progress. Especially when it prompts the author to create an interesting background and events, because if the relationship takes long then there is usually something else happening as well.

4. Three dramas/shows you’d recommend?

Oh so many but it depends on what you search for. Also worth mentioning that I haven’t watched many dramas yet. I already tried to sell What We Do in the Shadows or The Good Place, so a few other shows I’d recommend: 

MindHunter to see FBl detective cases in the setting of 70s, when psychology was still not considered science and was laughed at. Follow the main characters who want to prove that with psychology we can understand criminal minds - or maybe even prevent tragedies - instead of assuming that people are born evil and it’s inevitable that they will commit crimes sooner or later. A very psychological and interesting story featuring actual interviews with serial kiIIers 

for a short supernatural story - The Haunting of Hill House if you’re okay with horrors and want an incredibly well made story full of rich characters and uncovering secrets of the past and present

for laughs - Misfits, to see a group of completely different people sentenced to community service, who get tangled up together because of an accident which gave them powers. Watch how they try to fit back in and tackle more supernatural occurrences around them, all the while learning about themselves and each other, growing and changing, and finding a family in each other despite all their differences. Warn about gore, expIicit content, crude humor xd It’s been many years since I watched it but I remember it as a fun and light show, I hope it’s not just my teenage self being into weird stupid stuff xD

7. Three songs you listen to?

Hhhh I don’t really listen to anything connected to the fandom (maybe except wuji piano+flute version bc that grabbed my heart). So let me throw a few songs which reminded me of some characters or events.

Brave New World by Kalandra (yt / sp) - xie lian during xianle war in the Cursed Book Four :’) I so would like to make a video with that x0 Would start at the beginning of the war while xl was safe and out of it, then continue to how he joined and tried to save everyone, then his breaking point, and would end with “You woke a fire inside of me / Fanned the flame and made it breathe” with xl @ wu ming who's just a second away from being consumed :’’’) The lyrics just HIT and the music stirs my soul so much, I love this piece and can fit it to so many places xd

Youth by Daughter (yt / sp) - jing qi @ helian yi, at least before his seventh final reincarnation :’) (I’m still reading) or Riverside by Agnes Obel (yt / sp) also kinda made me think about jing qi in the Yellow Springs by the River of Forgetfulness

Landfill by Daughter (yt / sp) - qijiu vibes (shen jiu @ yqy) OR alternatively bingqiu (lbh @ sqq after the abyss, during all the misunderstandings and sqq’s running away).

Darkest Hour by Low Roar (yt / sp) - wwx @ lwj (and partly jc) at the burial mounds siege:

I hope it hurts :’)

[why-this-kolaveri-machi]

it wasn’t power i coveted; it was acceptance.

Titans 3.06

y’know, i was just thinking the other day that 1.06/1.07 and 2.06/2.07 were the best episodes of their respective seasons, so i have great hopes going in to this one. fingers crossed!

as always, typing this up as i see the episode.

SPOILERS AHEAD

1. oh! um... that was a Cold Open, all right. *nudges* get it? cold? because it’s snowing? and two people got murdered in cold blood? eh?

... oh, i’ve just started.

1.5. i wonder if “i want to be sipping pina coladas on a beach with you” is the new “i’m just one day away from retiring.” i was so on edge after that--i kept expecting that car to explode. even so, the way they died wasn’t an anticlimax: brutal, and quick. 

1.75. so i’m assuming that’s the titular lady vic! this show better bring up why this doll was important or why these two cops needed to be killed, and not leave it to the ether like jericho’s little mindscape jaunt in 2.08 (i’m still dying to know what that was about???)

2.

i love how deliberately unappealing wayne manor is. 

(sorry for the pic quality. i don’t have hbo max! ssshhh.)

2.3. i love the many references to “home” and “our house” when they’ve been here for less than a week and saw one of their friends get blown into pieces. i mean, i unironically love it: home is where family is, after all!

2.5. i’d like to say that kom is playing some sort of long game here, especially given the build-up we had last season and some of the more niggling details this season: why did kom choose now to use her bond to lure kory when she’s been on earth for months? why did justin call kory now, just around the time that she started getting kom’s visions? and what about kom’s ability to exactly imitate other people? hmmm.

2.75. the reason i wrote i’d like to say is that i’ve made the mistake of assuming plot complexity where there is none; i was so invested in the jason todd orchestrated his own death theory for instance, when it turns out that oops! ra’s al ghul just happened to leave a little lazarus puddle in gotham, and oh yeah! scarecrow just happens to have a network of henchmen working for him on the outside and a fully functional laboratory and a weapons cache fit for a new supervillain in the basement of the high security psychiatric unit/prison that he’s in! 

(no i’m not bitter, why do you ask)

2.8. iiiii don’t know what to say about the implications of sex slavery being a thing on tamaran, so i’m not going to say anything at all. for now.

3. gotham, six years ago... wasn’t it five years before s2 that jericho died and the titans disbanded? and when was the flashback from 1.06 where dick let zucco die? i think it was after the events of 2.08: jericho? i can’t seem to find any transcripts or reliable information online, so i’m going to have to rewatch 1.06 at some point. 

(i love the old-fashioned batman music in this heist scene)

3.5. “security is a joke... it’s my way of keeping my dad on his toes”. what you’re an ethical thief now, like an ethical hacker? i don’t think that excuse is going to sell, barbara, on the day you do encounter a decent security system and your father is forced to arrest you.

(then again, gotham’s security is piss-poor. did you know that you could just walk into arkham asylum without any official clearance, ply one of its most dangerous inhabitants with contraband, and said inmate could get away with having an entire laboratory and weapons cache--NO I’M NOT GOING TO LET THIS GO)

3.8 so that flashback between dick and barbara was really cute! and also illuminating:

a) dick sounds so light, so... um. look. i have some apologies to tender to mr thwaites, because while i’ve always thought he does a fine job as dick grayson, i’ve never been terribly fond of his cadence as he delivers dialogue. it’s often monotonous, i thought, but then again, he’s usually delivering exposition or dealing with one soul-crushing crisis or the other. so i was pleasantly surprised to hear dick sound so carefree and alive in his conversation with barbara, laughing frequently, his emotions so bare and bubbling to the surface. it’s really a fantastic contrast to the traumatised and world-weary dick grayson that we see now, even more so than the costume department just bunging a backwards-baseball cap on mr thwaites’ head and hoping that will convince us of his relative youth. 

b) and god, when he wakes up from that memory, all alone in his bed, bleeding from bullet holes in his shoulder (bullet holes that are--in a somewhat convoluted way--barbara’s fault)? yikes. it’s great. you have my apologies, mr thwaites!

c) can you imagine dick just... crawling back to wayne manor, trying not to be seen by anybody, shedding his suit and just... collapsing onto his bed without even tending to his wound? the sheer emotional and physical exhaustion of it? 

d) it’s so interesting to see how barbara and dick approach the idea of legacy--a big theme on the show!--in this flashback. barbara is the one bucking the idea that she should follow in her father’s footsteps, while dick seems pretty content with the batman-and-robin setup, and even tries to get barbara to join their team (robin-girl. pfffft). obviously after this several traumatic things happen wherein dick ends up questioning and then resenting his role as robin, his relationship with batman or even returning as a vigilante at all. and barbara... ends up replacing her father as commissioner. it’s tragic, really. 

e) the dynamic between dick and barbara in the flashback reminds me of how it was between dick and donna in 1.08 and even between kory and dick in early s1. it’s like having an older, strong-willed woman by his side means he gives over the steering wheel for a while and lets himself... unspool, a little bit. it’s kinda endearing.

also:

*pinches his cheeks*

3. you know, we talk about dick and Eldest Daughter Syndrome, and that’s definitely valid, but here gar seems to me the embodiment of it, with all the emotional gardening and firefighting that he’s expected to do. he’s kind of the guy expected to keep his shit together and take care of everyone else while they are falling completely to pieces, unable to carve out time to process his own trauma. he’s also picked up dick’s and kory’s tendencies to bottle up their struggles and shun appearing vulnerable, and he’s struggling in the shadow of both dick and kory undergoing acute crises, his best friend (and frequent confidante) on the other side of the world, and seeing hank die, utterly helpless to stop it. 

i’m glad that he got a chance to tell dick even a smidgeon of what he really feels, and i hope this is at least a semblance of a wake up call for dick to actually sit down and work with the people he repeatedly calls family.

3.5. it’s heartening to see that dick immediately makes it his priority to go talk to gar. but don’t blow off kory in the process, man!

4. i’m really loving this dynamic between kom and conner--i get the idea that both of them consider each other as Unknowns, alien two times over. but conner’s only ever known the titans, who embrace being different, and kom’s only ever known... well. 

anyway, kory is Really Stressed, and honestly? #relatable. 

when you’re forced to bring an estranged family member to hang out with your friends...

4.5. i love that the titans are spending so much time in the kitchen. a real family!

5. jonathan crane is a creep and i absolutely cannot stand him.

5.25. how did he get a whole lab setup (in the basement of a hospital...?) with a bunch of whitecoats to work for him? how did he just waltz into the viewing room of an operation theatre when he’s one of the most wanted men in gotham right now? why is jason wandering around maskless when--presumably--as the adopted son of the most famous person in gotham he’d be a tad more recognisable than your average joe?

why do i expect this show to answer anything anymore?

5.5. that’s not necessarily a criticism, mind; i’ve said since season 1 that titans is very comics-like in this aspect, all about the Aesthetic and the splash-page splendour rather than the niggling unimportant details of how or when the characters got to said location. like. the camera gliding over the operation being set-up, lady vic bursting in and doing her murder dance (imagine the luck of the poor intern who chose this day and this surgery to assist) and jason, shocked and slack-jawed, framed by blood.

5.75. it’s a sobering reminder for jason that, though he chose this path in order to gain control over a world that seemed like it was rapidly spinning out of his grip, he’s only succeeded in handing over even more control to a man with an agenda that is very clearly not aligned with his own. he’s in too far to stop now, though.

5.9. i have a lot more thoughts about jason! saving it up for the end of this recap, though.

6. more kitchen time! i better see dick do some cooking soon...

(”our kitchen”! it still delights me! kitchens are So Important)

6.25. so much of dick’s issues have revolved around his relationship with bruce, so it’s completely understandable that in the wake of a huge crisis where bruce literally asks dick to replace him and be a “better” him, dick would default to all the worst things he learned from the man. and i’m glad kory’s having none of it, but come on, guys. the woman’s literally fetched her fratricidal sister out of a hole in the ground with no idea what said sister is going to do next and experiencing a burgeoning sense of guilt far, far beyond her history with the titans, and dick’s too far into his autocolonoscopy that he can’t see that she needs help.

6.5. “he services your urges”--well, as far as we know, kory is the last person he had sex with...

7. “i hope [gar] isn’t angry with me...” SIR! i thought you’d already spoken to him! smh, as the kids say. kory wouldn’t be needing to reassure you if you just took the effort to build two way emotional relationships with the rest of the team. @superohclair​ was taking about dick’s relatively low emotional intelligence? i agree.

7.5. “i got my own problems [...] you and barbara? fix it.” YOU TELL HIM, KORY

8. man i really like this weird, sad tension between dick and barbara--this sense that both of them are approaching the other based on how they remember them and are ultimately disappointed by the truth. barbara thought she could trust dick to... well, be a better batman, but dick has not only failed at that in her eyes, but repeatedly undermined her while exploiting the authority that she gave him. in dick’s eyes, this is nothing like the barbara that he knew, rebellious and ready to do whatever it takes to find something. 

like. this show sometimes really hits me in the chest about the ways it shows kids grow into adults and into caretakers, and the way it’s stop-start, the ways nothing can happen at all for a long time and then it’s Crisis Central all at once and there’s no space to breathe. the weird sort of sadness that comes with nostalgia. 

8.5. oracle name drop! i agree with barbara, any system that can just randomly tap into gotham phonelines is a monster.

8.7. (i don’t know if it’s my imagination, but is dick holding himself... differently in this episode? like that wound is definitely bothering him, and he’s running on fumes)

9. man, that was a really sweet scene between kom and conner. “feeling alien in your own world”... “not quite here nor there”

honestly this team runs on conner and gar’s faith in their value as a family, and it’s a sign of conner’s generous heart that he extends that opportunity to blackfire. this arc of maturation for him, where he’s now able to consciously choose which parts of himself he can use to do the thing he wants to so--save people--has been so fulfilling to recognise. this baby’s grown with the titans! and what he’s learnt is that people can get fucked up, but the titans is a place where they can be fucked up, and grow.

MY MAN CONNER

10. oh man i’m drinking in the gar-dick interaction in this episode like i’m three days into the desert and it’s the only source of water for miles around!

a) gar is absolutely not dealing with dick’s bullshit this episode and I LOVE IT. it’s such a far cry from the man who was idolising dick/robin back in s1 and expecting him to solve all their problems. dick is fallible, dick is fucked up, but he Tries His Best and that’s ok.

b) dick, huffing and puffing through that vent, unable to put any pressure on his left shoulder, trying to have a heart to heart with gar... fuck i love this asshole. 

c) bruce took in a kid who was suffering... “and made him into a weapon”. well. i absolutely agree with dick that it was bruce who put these kids into these horrible situations with him and they came away with a bucketload of trauma to add to the one that they already had. but we know that bruce was really trying with jason, and at the end of s2, dick was coming to acknowledge that bruce had offered him something that wasn’t just darkness. jason’s death and bruce’s reaction to that shattered that fragile progress.

d) “gotham got to me too.” i feel more sympathetic towards dick running off on his own than most, and it’s not just because i’m an unapologetic stan.  we’ve seen before that dick... devolves when overwhelmed, and he lashes out and makes ill thought out decisions and just Does Not Deal. it happened after hearing the news that deathstroke had returned in s2, and it didn’t help that everyone around him was reeling at the news, either. this time, however, he has his salvation in his family, and despite some stupid decisions like running off and kidnapping supervillains without telling his team, he’s been really on the ball this season. thinking clearly and logically, holding it together and working on a plan, thinking two steps ahead of the villains... yes.

e) gar needing to believe that jason isn’t beyond redemption... there’s a lot of blood on his hands, too, from when he was manipulated by cadmus last season. it makes sense why he’d relate to jason’s predicament, and i hope dick picked up on that.

f) my head just added a plaintive ow after dick jumped feet first into the storage room

i need, crave gifs of this scene!

11. *sits on hands* i’m going to talk more about red hood, i promise!

12. more gar and dick! is it my birthday??!!

(actually, according to the tamil calendar, it is my birthday! my “star” birthday)

12.5. excellent. dick using some implausible training that bruce taught him to solve a mystery? passing some of that knowledge onto gar? that proud smile when he sees gar perfectly execute moves that he taught him? MY HEART IS EXPLODING

13. aw, i love flashback!dick and barbara, they’re so cute <3

13.25. why does it not surprise me that the way he proposes a relationship to barbara is by saying “we make sense”? this guy can deduce exactly who was present where and what weapon they were holding from a garbled audio recording but other times he’s utterly clueless, and that’s a consistent character beat right from s1

13.5. so.... that’s why lady vic has it out for... barbara....? i don’t get it. it’s flimsy. but hey! the fun thing about titans is that i don’t have to get it. the payoff has nothing to do with the plot.

14. i can’t believe that barbara fell for that, but at least that wheelchair fight looked awesome, so.

15. oh yeah, i forgot that red hood bullied the mob into helping him and scarecrow... at least that explains the whitecoats and the elaborate set-up.

15.5. honestly i love how this dynamic between kory and kom is developing, though i wish more of the team would pay attention to it. time to call justin, i think!

16. i wonder what happened after that second flashback where barbara got hurt during that heist. did she give up on doing any more (maybe jim caught her)? was it because dick was called away by bruce and then the titans and got caught up in his own issues? maybe barbara froze him out because she wasn’t looking for the relationship that he was looking for? maybe the idea of doing that with someone turning into batman-lite was just... unappealing? scary?

whatever it is, it doesn’t look like dick ever processed the end of that relationship. it’s very intriguing to see where their dynamic goes next.

17. so.... what, did vic deliver some fear toxin to barbara? i... what?

17.5. and i TOLD YOU that they would never explain that doll or why vic attacked those two cops at the beginning! oh, titans. never change. 

18. did jason just randomly have tim’s restaurant burgled? god, i’m feeling a bit nauseous... are they going to kill tim’s father?

18.25. i feel like the rest of the season is going to wrestle with jason’s culpability in the horrible stuff he’s doing and i’m already seeing that prospect divide fans. on one hand, his story is taking a lot of oxygen away from other equally interesting story arcs, and he’s done some truly awful things, like indiscriminate murder, threatening to kill children, blowing up hank, and potentially killing tim’s parents. 

there’s something to be said for the kind of hold that crane has over him, and the so-called ‘anti-fear’ drug that he keeps plying jason with--he’s alone, drugged almost constantly (to the level of dependence), fresh from the trauma of being bludgeoned to death. he hasn’t conquered fear; he’s ruled by it. on the other hand, given that he’s the one character on the show given an obvious and identifiable ‘mental illness’ arc (maaaaybe dick too), one can argue that it’s irresponsible to show this progress into such violence: jason was vulnerable because he was struggling, and that left him vulnerable, but it took only a push before he became a fucking serial killer.

but that could mean we underestimate the degree of that vulnerability, and the mechanics of this universe where he fell into the clutches of the one supervillain perfectly designed to exploit that vulnerability. that helpless spiral into further and further self-destruction is all too real. it’s valuable to know that someone who has sunk that low can still seek help--actual help--and get it. 

18.5. i don’t know. it’s not a question i’m going to resolve at the end of an overlong recap at 1 in the morning. i don’t believe it’s even a question that titans can resolve. but i am interested in where they’re going next with jason.

19. this episode was genuinely great! i’m pumped for the rest of the season!