#i would be so PISSED if i was born on the 16th.

[idalenn]

Lillian Kyo - Lore Details

Thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to talk @elliewiltarwyn!! One day I'll write my way to some of these.....someday.

Under a read more because it's, uh, long.

--B A S I C S--

Name: Lillian Kyo

Nicknames: None given, unless you count "hero" and "kit" (though that last one is a bit of a Gridanian slur)

Age: Late twenties in ARR, just considered early 30s by the end of Endwalker. Stormblood takes up a good chunk of this time. (She's a year younger than she should be: Seat of Sacrifice and time spinning out of control because of Elidibus/The Crystal Tower/the flow of time between shards cause her to miss a year on the Source. The Scions' bodies sure don't, though)

Nameday: 16th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

Gender: Transwoman. Will never outright state so

Orientation: Pansexual, though more in theory than practice

Profession: Member of the Conjurers' Guild, member of the Botanists' Guild (on indefinite, and unpaid, sabbatical). Warrior of Light and current holder of the Soul of the White Mage

--P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S--

Hair: Grey as storm clouds. Starts off short and unkempt in ARR, growing to her shoulders in Heavensward where it stays that length until Stormblood where she quickly learns combat and longer hair do her no favors. Once Temulun cleans it up, it goes to about neck length. However, Lillian has no experience in maintaining the Xaela-influenced appearance, so she keeps the general shape but leaves the beads, complex braiding, and oils out. She keeps this look until her story's end.

Eyes: a soft golden hue, often called "piss yellow"

Skin: a brownish-grey

Tattoos/scars: Oh boy. Lillian's most noticeable set are the ones across her face, the edges of her face, and striping her throat in service to some purpose others can't discern - the result of attempting facial feminization before the events of ARR with a knife, a hot flame, a basic grasp of healing magic, and a book on anatomy she could barely read with diagrams interpreted increasingly wrong as the night went on. The end result was mostly a success, though.

Other than those, she collects several over time. Notable ones include burns from dragon fire, being impaled on Zenos' sword at Rhalgr's Reach, being skewered on his sword again later but - unable to pull it out - instead pulling her body away so it cut it's own way out, and another across her front from shoulder to hip in their final fight (somewhat mitigated by a timely application of Benediction)

Healers can take a lot of abuse. No tattoos though.

--F A M I L Y--

Parents: Being a Keeper of the Moon, she has no knowledge of her father. Her mother, however, taught her child what she needed to survive in the world beyond the reach of the tribe knowing the day would eventually come where she'd walk that path and explore the wide, open world. Not seen since the day of Lillian's leaving.

Siblings: Grew up among a litter of siblings in which she was the youngest of all. Hasn't seen a single one since leaving the tribe.

Grandparents: The closest person to a grandparent was her Elder Mother, whom she much respected and loved and continues to be a source of inspiration. Taught Lillian the ways of the Conjurer and of faith in Menphina and the elementals. Likely found the same fate as the tribe.

In-laws and Other: Scions count, right?

Pets: Scions count, right?

--S K I L L S--

Abilities: Being born and raised in the wilds of the Twelveswood have made her specially attuned to the elementals to the point that she's often confused for a Hearer. While naturally a Conjurer/White Mage, the events of Rhalgr's Reach encouraged her to learn from Lyse in putting on some muscle and to take on pugilist training.

Hobbies: Dancing, but moving in general. Tribe life didn't allow her much freedom to dance in general and she was never allowed to take part in the rite of passage other girls enjoyed in which they sang and danced to a certain enchanting tune. Enjoyed playing the flute while living with her tribe, but hasn't done so since leaving.

--T R A I T S--

Most Positive Trait: Will always try to seek the best possible solution to any given problem, even at cost to herself.

Most Negative Trait: The most petulant woman you'll ever meet in her worst moments; absolutely taking pleasure in your pain. Uses the idea of "the logical choice" and removing herself from emotions as a defense mechanism, simultaneously confuses the believed results of these choices with the "greater good".

The decision she makes in Ktisis Hyperboreia is THE nail in the coffin for Meteion's outlook on life.

--L I K E S--

Colors: Different shades of greys and blacks with splashes of blue. The white associated with healers and White Mages does not appeal to her.

Smells: Overpowering floral scents. Lillian uses these to keep herself sweet-smelling in place of showering (unless forced) until Shadowbringers. Also enjoys the aroma of burning and ash in small amounts.

Textures: Woolen clothing and thick, inflexible metal plates. The heavier, the better.

Drinks: Spiced strawberry wine

--O T H E R    D E T A I L S--

Smokes: Not at all. The colored smokes of Radz-at-Han are appealing at first, but she can't be around them for too long or her eyes start to water.

Drinks: None at first, but she picks up the habit during celebrations at the end of Stormblood, which becomes a bigger problem at the end of Shadowbringers as she tries to cope with being a woman out of time and seeing how much the world has progressed and how much she's lost (The resolution of the Bozja conflict, peace with those formerly known as the "beast tribes", the twins' comatose bodies being carried off back to Sharlayan by their father, Y'shtola's being taken by Matoya to better care for her, etc.) By Endwalker she's thinking about picking up a glass of water and tasting wine before she knows what's happening.

Drugs: Not a whole lot of interest.

Mount Issuance: Unicorn babbyyyyyyyy

Been Arrested: Charged with regicide and, later, heresy; they didn't stick.

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[illandtired]

about me<3 (tw)

Hello, I’m 17 and I’m gonna try to take my life again on my 18th birthday.

(Sorry, this jumps around a lot.)

(And it’s long….)

Also heavy topics, literally almost every trigger warning in the book.

This blog is gonna literally be my diary. I’ve attempted to make me life multiple times in the past for multiple different reasons.

I’m seventeen and I currently live alone in my mother’s house, she lives with her boyfriend. I had my biological dad who left before I was born and two step fathers. The only one I “care” about is my most recent. He entered my life when I was 6 and since then I tried telling my mother about him but for some reason it took until I was 16 for her to divorce him. He abused me severely. When I told him I was suicidal the first time he said he was gonna go get his gun then proceeded to make me beg for my life. I was I believe 12 or 13, a lot of it’s a blur like most of my life.

I don’t want to go too much into my past and make this too long, I started smoking weed in 8th grade. By 9th I was doing lines of random shit I got from kids at school off the bathroom toilets. I have touched most stuff besides heroin. The one drug I promised my mother I would stay away from. Currently I am still hooked on opioids, SSRIs, and I smoke weed/thc carts every day.

I was 6 when I was diagnosed with adhd, severe anxiety and depression. I haven’t seen a doctor since. My mother swears she’s trying to get me in but she always complains about how much my meds cost. She knows my worries about my mental state and I swear it’s impossible to get the help I need.

I’ve always been a paranoid person but it’s getting worse by the day. I’m genuinely too scared to take the trash out because I feel 800 eyes on me. I feel like there’s invisible people constantly around me judging my every move. I don’t feel real some times, and not that life is a simulation shit, I genuinely don’t feel like I’m in my body.

I started self harming in 3rd grade. It started as me being a wrist and head banger but by 5th grade I had started using thumb tacks and scratching myself. I went to my step father and he told me they weren’t Deep enough and I was just looking for attention. By 6th grade I was actually cutting, but only to where I barely saw the blood. By 8th it got to the point where I needed to see the blood run. But I’ve managed to get back to only getting it to bead up, occasionally running. I was clean for quite a few months but the smallest, SMALEST thing can set me back so much.

I’ve struggled my entire life with starving myself, binge eating, then starving myself. I’ve been an unhealthy weight a lot of my life. I’m around 240lbs now, my eating disorder is mainly starving now. My “Binges” are now small.

I have never been able to make a phone call to someone besides friends. Even family calls are hard a lot. I can barely order food at a restaurant, fancy or McDonald’s.

I’ve made money in my life from stealing, I’ve been a kleptomaniac for as long as I can remember. But I also made money doing bakery stuff for my mother, doing mechanical stuff, and babysitting. My only “legal” job was working at McDonald’s. I got fired a year after starting because we had a new manager who fired me over homophobic reasons. I hated going to work. I loved the work itself, but I hated having to be around anyone.

I’ve always been called lazy. And I feel like it’s true, I can barely find the motivation to get up to take a piss most days. I had such a hard time with organization and cleanliness as a kid so I always had a messy room, unless it was right after one of the days I got my stuff thrown away.

I never payed attention in school yet I somehow got straight As until i genuinely didn’t care anymore. I dropped out 10th grade on my 16th birthday. School was so much worse for my mental health. I was self harming almost every day, lying to myself about who I am to fit in.

I actually love learning, I wanted to get into nursing school but I know I’ll never get clean enough. I even study biology, trig, physics, crime scene investigation, all sorts of stuff. I have notebooks and notebooks that I’ve filled with information I’ll never use.

I was 10 when I got my first boyfriend. He was 18, a relationship on discord. It lasted a couple years at least. I was sexually assaulted multiple times growing up and I don’t wanna go into more detail in this post. But due to my sexual trauma i became very hyper sexual very young. I still am to this day, I sell pictures to creepy men online because I know I won’t be able to get any other job. But at the same time it’s basically been implemented in my brain I’m good for sex and nothing more. I feel so utterly disgusted with myself after every sexual experience in my life from sex to just sending nudes.

I grew up a chubby girl with big tits. It was 6th grade i started having boys desperate to touch them. I had Ds by then. I’m a F-G now (depends on the bra). My own step father and his sons who were much older than me started sexualizing me when I was about 13. One of my step brother was creepy since he entered my life.

I’ve had so many important parts of my life taken from me. My Virginity with a man was raped away when I was 14 on Christmas. My self worth was barely existent but it was gone completely by 9th grade. My first “good boyfriend” was when I was 15, he was 18. He filmed us one night after I asked him not to multiple times, but the next day a video of me having my brains fucked out was all over my school. It was a smaller school, but even some of the female teachers sided with him because he was the “king” of the school. I missed my middle school graduation which doesn’t seem like much to most people, but I knew I was going to drop out and never have a high school graduation. I was even selected to write a speech and go up and speak at the podium but due to anxiety from both situations I missed the whole thing entirely because I tried to kill myself that night.

Most of my attempts have been overdose attempts, and that’s for a reason. I couldn’t imagine my mother finding me and my brains splattered on the wall. But out of everything, no it’s not my mother that’s kept me alive. It’s been my best friend. I live in the states and he lives in Scotland. We’ve been friends for years, we met through my ex and were completely like the opposite of each other but we care about each other. And unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be able to meet him. We were going to meet when I turn eighteen because he’ll be turning 21 and can legally drink here, I can legally drink there.

I care about nothing more than him and it pains me that I know he will be disappointed when he realizes I gave up. I don’t plan on telling him anything.. we have a thing where if he’s gone for a month he’s on a mental health break, but two months he’s dead and I have his permission to kill myself. I’m going to tell him he has to wait a year for me because I might be in the mental hospital.

Back to simple things I can’t do, I would rather claw my own eyes out than be alone with a man in a room. But my best friend is the one exception. I haven’t gone on a date since new years. As soon as we got to his house, it wasn’t even 5 minutes before he had a gun pressed in my side.

Yet at the same time I feel like my only purpose is to make men happy in any way I can. Even if it makes me uncomfortable and I don’t want to do it. Because that’s all I’ve ever been good at and praised for.

There was about a week in my life and it was somewhat recent. I told myself I wasn’t going to attempt again because no matter what life won’t suck that bad. Being homeless was the happiest time of my life, sure I can be on the street and cold, no money, but I no longer have responsibilities and I get to walk which I love doing. I used to sneak out at night and go on long ass walks normally from 10pm to 3-5am.

More things about substances, once again I’m sorry for jumping around. I started smoking cigarettes in 6th grade, provided by my step father and girlfriend. I started drinking in 8th grade but now it takes half a bottle of tequila for me to be at a happy level of drunk. Or 4 bottles of cheap wine, or an entire bottle of rum. Anyways I feel like I’m rambling on and on so I’m gonna try to wrap this up.

What’s the main reason I want to kill myself? Because I know I will never be able to live a normal life. But my one goal as a kid was to make it to 18.

[positivelybeastly]

Shouldn’t the “clone” Hank be regarded as the “true” Hank? After all, when Charles got brood queened and replaced with a clone, no one referred to him as a duplicate. He’s literally thee Hank

"Charles got what?!"

". . . You had a question. Ahm. Just a moment, I need to."

He rubs at his nose and his temple for a moment, wondering just when the future is going to run out of unpleasant surprises for him.

"Right, existentialism, always a light and frothy dinner topic. I suppose I am a true Hank McCoy, in that I am him, genetically, intellectually, and emotionally, but the Hank McCoy? That's a trickier question to answer, isn't it? From what I read in X-Force's files, not even the Hank McCoy who died destroying the black hole gun was technically the Hank McCoy anymore, was he?"

"From my understanding, the real Hank McCoy died a year ago as the result of some kind of psychic attack. He suffered a stroke, and Sage snapped his neck, at his request.

That was the original Hank McCoy, the one who was born in Dunfee, Illinois some thirty seven years ago. The versions that came after him were just as much clones as I am. The only material difference is that they had more memories than I do, but by my metrics, they weren't the real Hank either."

"It's a conundrum, frankly. I feel real. But then, don't all well made fakes do their best to be indistinguishable to the original? Say a thief stole the Mona Lisa and replaced it with a near-identical replica - the only difference being perhaps one misapplied brush stroke, and the fact that the canvas does not, in fact, date back to the 16th century.

Say the thief dies, and the original is lost - destroyed, even. If no-one knows that the replica is a replica, and everyone agrees that it's the original, is it now the original? I would say no. No, it isn't. Even if no-one else knows, then the replica knows. It is, on a base level, not the original, even if it looks like it. Even if everyone says it is.

I suppose there's a debate to be had, about whether original equals true, but I would tend to say it does . . . and that thought keeps the replica up at night."

This is one of those questions that I fear is going to be brushed under the bed and ignored, even though it's a completely valid existential debate that should keep a philosophically minded individual like Hank awake at night. The whole bullshit about Krakoan resurrection being different to cloning is just so - like, fuck off, don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining, it's just cloning done without machines. You are no longer the original versions of those characters, you died, and this is a clone.

This is literally the argument people have about Star Trek's transporters, only you don't have a debate over whether the reconstructed molecules assembled into a person are the original or not, it's just a fact. Everyone who died and got brought back on Krakoa is a clone. They are not the original. The conflict over what this means in a metaphysical sense for the existence of a mortal soul should have driven anyone with even a lick of faith or ambiguity about how the world works fucking insane, but instead, we just kind of. Ignore the ramifications of this.

Clone Hank is technically the true Hank in the sense that he's the only one left and he's truer to who Hank is as an individual (fuck you, Ben Percy, X-Force Beast is not who Hank really is), but he's not technically the original. He's identical, sure, but he's distinguishable.

Hell, go look at the Marvel Wikia right now.

The original.

The clone.

Now, I kind of fucking hate this distinction, because I straight up find it disrespectful for any version of Hank to have 'created by Ben Percy' on his Wiki page. Feels fucking gross and filthy.

But, the only material difference between this instance of cloning and all the Krakoan shit is how many memories he has, and if you want to list him as a clone, you should list every individual who died on Krakoa and got resurrected as a clone, in my opinion.

I'm just waiting for them to go back on this decision because it's going to be annoying to keep the two pages straight. Something I'm going to watch with interest and upset, I imagine. Maybe if clone Hank gets his memories back, they'll reintegrate the two pages - if they don't, that's just inconsistent, because Tony Stark is still listed as the same individual from the 60s to now, even though the Crossing happened (I know, we don't talk about the Crossing, BUT hey, X-Force is about as shitty of a character assassination, SO!).

But, anyway, this does dovetail with my point. Even if you did merge the two pages, they are technically two different individuals; they aren't the same physical age, they don't have the same scars, they don't have the same memories, they weren't born in the same place, etc, etc.

To most people, and to most people in-universe I don't think they care. But I care, and Hank would care, I feel.

Even at his goofiest, even at his least intellectual, Hank can't turn his brain off. He is constantly thinking. Whether it's the 90s Hank that Ben Percy was clearly writing, despite claiming it was New Defenders Hank, or actual New Defenders Hank, he would care.

I really want Hank to get his memories back, man. I fucking hate the idea of him not being allowed to know who he is. Hell, it's not even just his history that's been lost, the X-Men have lost years of their history, too, even if they don't know it - how many little moments, how many intimacies, how many beautiful seconds, have been lost because Hank is no longer able to remember them? Because Hank always remembers, even when other people don't, and that just . . . gaaaah.

All those moments, lost.

[drivenbywords]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨." - John 8:14 I was happy once. Granted, it was when I was still in my mother’s womb before I was unnecessarily forced out and entered into this world. I should be thanking her for bringing me here, but I like to see the glass half empty sometimes. I was born during an early morning thunderstorm on November 16th, which was a beautiful set up to my unfortunate arrival on this earth. Mother Nature was on her period when she found out I had to be born that day, so she also wasn’t having it. I was raised by my detail oriented, Caucasian mother and my emotionless African American father. My name was all my mom’s idea; hence why Jennifer Elizabeth is the most basic fucking name on the planet. They tried their best with raising me, emphasis on ‘tried.’ I had to grow up quickly because of Michael. My idiotic, sex, and drug addict older half-brother. My mom had him when she was a prostitute and slept with some rando. That was when she moved across the country, met my dad, and started a new life. Michael was notorious for making my life a living hell for the things I couldn’t control before leaving home to move in with his psychotic wife, jack off every other night, and do drugs before bed. We weren’t on speaking terms and probably never will. The words and actions of my brother eventually took a toll on me as it started me on my own journey of drugs and alcohol. Sleeping pills were the easiest access for me cause my sleep-deprived dad had a bunch of them lying in his bathroom. It made life slow and calm down for me at necessary times. My mom never trusted me when it came to me leaving the house other than school. I don’t blame her, but it was also pretty damn annoying. She made me take tests of my fucking piss before and after I left the house. Lucky for me, I had close friends that were squeaky clean so I could take their urine. It led my mom into giving her full trust to me and it also led to my addiction. Growing up, I was the girl with many things in her head. Nothing would ever stop moving and it became physically and mentally draining to do anything with life for a while, causing me to quit school, and become diagnosed with one mental illness after another. I took medication for them, but “shockingly,” it didn’t affect shit so I just dealt with my emotions by watching horror movies and sleeping my weeks away. I tried writing once. I got bored of it. I guess a calming coping mechanism of mine was watching the rain; it let my mind focus on each raindrop and it calmed me down. Plus, the sounds of droplets hitting my window at night is the best way to pass out. Especially tonight, the aftermath after an intense storm was my favorite with some light rain coming down for a while. I was most fond of watching it from my kitchen; it had the best view of the neighborhood with the hints of light from windows of the other houses and the passing cars. Then, I noticed a particular one stopping right in front of the house. One that I haven’t seen in a long time. A dark blue Toyota Corolla Sedan; a car that was all too familiar to me. I didn’t want to overthink as I usually did so I attempted to snap my mind out of it by looking down at my hands and twiddling my thumbs. That helped me with the random rush of anxiety I’d get sometimes, putting my mind at ease with focusing on something simple. But when my eyes moved back to the car in my view, that’s when a cold feeling shot up my body. Like cold water was injected in my veins and it was slowly moving through my system. And when it reached my brain, the gates opened with all the memories I’ve repressed throughout the years. I knew my facial features were very blank and calm, but nothing inside of me was because it was him. My brother.

[shhlima]

Hey, Lima, I’m JANE HAYWARD but everyone calls me JANE, I identify as a CIS WOMAN and use SHE/HER pronouns. I was born on JULY 16TH making me TWENTY years old and a CANCER. Most people call me the ACTIVIST, maybe that’s because I am PASSIONATE but also JUDGMENTAL. If I had to describe my vibe, I would say it revolves around SPIRITED DEBATES, DESIGNER PANTSUITS, 80S HORROR FILMS. Of course there is one thing I hope no one ever finds out, and that's MY PARENTS ARE PAYING PUCK OFF TO CONCEAL THE FACT THAT I’M HIS BABY MAMA. Anyway, on a more fun note, people always say I look like ZARIA.

FAMILY INFORMATION

HOMETOWN: westerville, ohio FAMILY: hayward TYPE OF SIBLING: full BIRTH ORDER: middle PARENTS STATUS: yes POSSIBLE SIBLINGS: full or adopted

SCHOOL DATA

YEAR IN SCHOOL: sophomore MAJOR/MINOR: political science EXTRACURRICULARS: glee, GSA LIVING QUARTERS: 2 br apartment with bree OCCUPATION: what is a job when your family is wealthy?

HEADCANONS

Growing up, the Haywards expected perfection from their children, and Jane was always one to comply with whatever was asked of her. After all, they were wealthy and given all sorts of advantages as children, such as music and dance lessons, creative summer camps, vacations that were both luxurious and educational. It only felt right to soak up the vast opportunities being presented to them, so by high school, Jane had never gotten any grade lowered than an A, could play multiple instruments, had been in show choir for years, had a dance background, and had developed a knack for fighting for what was right.

Call her a feminist, a social justice warrior, an activist — it's all true. After her parents had to sue the all boys' academy that her father and uncle attended for high school just to get her enrolled, Jane grew passionate about fighting for women's rights, as well as the rights for any and every one that was ever discriminated against or unjustly mistreated by the law. She's constantly attending protests, she started a Ride Home program as a teen that allows sober teenage girls to drive drunk girls home from parties to keep them safe, and she's regularly forcing her parents' friends to donate to important organizations and to even help the wrongly accused in Ohio hire good lawyers instead of public defenders. For her parents, this is practice for the political journey they plan to see her go through on her road to becoming the first female president, which is their goal for her whether Jane truly wants it or not.

One summer, Jane met one Noah Puckerman at a party, and him taking her virginity turned into her getting pregnant. The Haywards were not about to allow their gifted daughter be a teen mom, so they told everyone that she'd signed up for a study abroad program, while she was really staying with relatives on Martha's Vineyard and being homeschooled to conceal her pregnancy. Her family wanted her to either abort the baby or give it up for adoption, but Jane asked Puck what he wanted and Puck chose to keep their baby, a daughter they named Maya.

Thus the other part of the secret was born: in exchange for keeping Maya and raising her without their side of the family being involved, the Haywards pay Puck to keep the identity of Maya's mother a secret. Jane doesn't like it per se, but she also knows better than to go against her parents, so she's kept her word to stay out of her daughter's life and let Puck raise her alone. To do that, she didn't come home after she had Maya or after she got her diploma, enrolling in the University of Massachusetts at Amherst to keep distance between her family.

Unluckily for Jane, she spent her first year of college partying and drinking to get rid of her mom guilt, and for the first time in her life, she'd even failed a few classes. Her parents were pissed, as one would expect, so they made her take a year off afterwards to get her shit together. Now, she's getting back to her old self, and her parents thought it was time she come back to Lima so they could keep her on track.

[resmarted]

guess who was supposed to be asleep five hours ago and may or may not sleep through morning plans today? that's right homies it is time for a new installment of recently titled series: late nite thotz

my life is compromised of an ongoing series of what are often described in mystical circles as tower moments. my birthday is on the 16th which is the same number as the tower in tarot, and no matter how many times it happens, i have very much managed to start from the bottom and build back up from nothing over and over again. i am literally that chumbawumba song incarnate bruh. i have done this my entire life and all of the lifetimes before that. how else do you think i got a zillion identities? survival mode turned beast mode bitch.

that being said i just do not think my purpose in this life is limited to one particular area of work and i certainly don't think i would pick flippin cards in the quarter as the ultimate goal. i have a very distinct memory of my mom washing dishes and telling me to stay in school so i didn't have to do this work one day. being a fuck up loser disappointment aside, what i DID do was find other things to be good at so that i WOULDN'T have to be stuck doing this one day. it's so hard to convince someone so close to you to zoom out and get perspective on the magnitude of what it is you are actually doing with your life.

that being said, if anyone is able to revolutionize the healthcare system and outdated government systems and other grandiose endeavors i think we can all agree it's moi. i am literally schrodingers cat.

another weird memory that keeps haunting me on repeat is when i was 7 and stitches were still gnarly as fuck and had to be cut out i had several nurses hold me down at one point bc i could hear and see the fucking scissors right near my ear and eye BLUGH it was such a disturbing feeling. this got me branded as a difficult patient at a very early age and the doctor was like aggressively annoyed with me for the rest of my life for not being a super chill post op patient freshly after having my body mutilated and i fucking never heard the end of it.

but i AM a difficult patient. this is very much still my reputation. a bitch has to be! i am truly the worst on so many levels i like show up to the hospital expecting a red carpet to roll out before me and even when it is i am still like umm?? aren't you forgetting to tell me how funny and pretty i am?? like such a monster seriously. but i am also so glad stitches are dissolvable now.

okay but seriously im not fucking kidding. i did not survive this life to be mediocre. my mom says when i was born i looked so pissed all the time because i was fighting so hard to survive. and my whole life since has been more or less looking around this grotesque world and thinking what the actual fuck was i fighting to be in this shithole for? and at this point i am like fuck it, may as well go down in flames and die fighting for the sake of mankind as a whole. which is SUCH. a god complex i know like what am i a doctor? wait...am i? if i had a show called witch doctor md would you subscribe. be honest.

[elise-51-blog]

I made a thing.

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/JayDickSummerExchange4/works/32921749

Congrats to everyone who participated in the 2021 Jaydick Summer Exchange!! Over 100 works, by golly. Here's a snippet of mine. Please leave a comment if you like, and read everything else too!! :D

In which Terry McGinnis meets the family...

Excerpt from "Even the Losers":

As a young man, he'd been alone so long, assumed he always would be. Alfred, so necessary to what was left of Bruce's wellbeing, would be there until he couldn't anymore. Then the old premonition would be realized, and he'd be truly alone. The Greying Ghost of Wayne Manor.

But then this delicate, precious...thing happened. It creeps up on him. Years go by. It starts small, but it grows. It's moody, and never gets enough sleep. It wars with itself, bitterly at times. Sometimes it splinters open, raw like an ever unhealing wound; but it patches itself up again, slowly, painfully. This thing, you see, it's battered and weary, abused and traumatized, and stabbed and shot and blown up and beaten down again, over, and over, and over again. Somehow, it keeps picking itself back up.

It picks a little boy up from an alleyway. Takes him home, and refuses to ever give up on him. It falls from impossible heights, but refuses to break. It gets buried six feet deep, and it scratches and claws and crawls up and out and screams its pain to the world; but it comes home again. It hunts down the truth, refuses to let go, to be dismissed, or pushed aside, or left behind, or abandoned. It becomes its own hero, even when it's told to give up or stand down. It speaks up even when it's taught to be silent. It battles its own demons, its own hubris, its own hardness; it acknowledges its need to be loved.

Nothing about it is perfect, but it's real, and good, and ultimately true of heart.

It is his family. Bruce's family.

And apparently, it's not done yet.

* * *

Friday Afternoon

"You're kidding me."

"Nope."

"Where's he even find 'em anymore? He’s too goddamn old to go lookin’."

"This one found him, apparently."

"Well, that's always the story, isn't it. At least tell me he doesn't have black hair…"

"..."

"Are you shittin' me?"

"I mean, it's not like he hand picked us from a lineup--"

"You sure about that?"

"You know, technically this one's not an orphan--"

"Oh, give it time, Timbers, you weren't either. We’ve made sure this kid's not a secret love child or somethin', right?"

Tim snorts like a little kid. "That was Damian's first question."

"How old?"

"He’s 16."

"He any good?"

"...well. The suit helps. A lot."

"He's already been out?!"

"B didn’t know."

"Oh, well, that's a lot fuckin' better. So he stole a suit and ran around town with no supervision or training?"

"Pretty much. When Bruce found out, he hopped on the suit’s comms. So. He had that."

"Which one'd he take?"

"What?"

"Which suit?"

"Oh! The new one."

"What?! The badass prototype he won't let Demon anywhere near? The red one?"

"Oh yeah. It definitely kept him alive. B was so pissed, I thought he was having an aneurysm when he told me."

Jason’s deep laughter rolls over the call. "Jesus, that's fuckin' funny. He gets that vein poppin' out, I can't even look at him when he reams me anymore, I just start laughin'."

"Poor Bruce. I went back and watched all the Cave surveillance. Quite the verbal flaying. But the kid’s still around. You could tell B was impressed."

"Impressed he didn’t get himself killed, maybe."

"Oh no, I meant he was impressed with how the suit performed. He was shitting himself over Terry."

"Well, the Old Man is at the Age of Incontinence."

"Jesus, thanks for that image, Jason, I'm trying to eat lunch."

"Edith Wharton wrote a whole book about it."

"That's not even a joke, it's just stupid."

"You're just stupid. So Terry's the new kid?"

"Yeah, Terry McGinnis, 16 year old white male: black, blue, 5'10, buck seventy. Born August 16th, got a little brother named Matt. He's a C-average student, very athletic, and generally well liked. Did a three month stint in juvie for gang related activity before cleaning up his act. Parents divorced, father recently deceased. And if you happen to ask his girlfriend Dana, not too bad with the ladies, apparently."

"You're a creep, Tim."

"I do my homework."

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 19/?

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note:

Warnings: Mentions of the court system, fighting, swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

 Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Time Skip lol, February, next year. Finals.

She and Jason had been together for 6 months around February. When finals started coming up. The distance and tension between the two was fucking palpable. They hadn't fought or anything, but the stress between them had caused a slight riff. They just had space to focus on their studies.

They would see each other at work. She was his secretary. Everyone, all their friends, even their families, swore they just needed to bone. Which, considering they both heard about this from Bruce first, didn't mean they wanted to do it.

If you had asked Y/N, she would have said she wasn't dressing for Jason. But that was a lie. She was tempted to go with the advice everyone was giving them, especially before they went into their first finals exam. She walked into his office.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Well, I'm your secretary. Seeing if you need anything."

"I don't."

She turned to walk out.

"That doesn't mean you can walk out."

She smiled to herself, "Alright." She sat on the chair in front of his desk, "I won't walk out."

"Mhm."

She frowned, he didn't even look up from his computer. "What do you want me here for, Jay?"

"Close the blinds on all my windows, baby."

"It'll become dark."

"Good."

"Your eyes will fry from the light of your computer."

"Trust me, they won't."

"Uh-huh," she doubted as she closed the blinds.

Jason walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head in the crook of her shoulder. She smiled and leaned her head on his.

"Exams fucking suck," Jason said.

"Couldn't have guessed from the riff in our relationship, really? You don't say?" she sarcastically retorted.

"It's not like we had it easy this entire time, either."

"Fuck you don't say? At least my attacker was admitted to Arkham and my friends got out."

"Can't catch a break," he paused because his buzzer went, "Can't catch a fucking break!" he exclaimed, exasperated. He went and answered it, "Jason Todd, who's using Y/N (Last Name)'s buzzer," he said, sounding annoyed.

"Hey, it's Dick. You two aren't fucking right, B will be pissed."

"Shut up. We aren't. What do you want."

"Someone's pissed. I need paperwork."

"Come and get it."

She crossed her arms and laughed when Dick entered the room. She slightly waved. He slightly waved back.

"You know, you two should bone. But not here," Dick joked. He walked over to one of the many, many filing cabinets to search for the paperwork he needed.

"You're really just riding the wave into Jason running you down, aren't you?" Y/N said.

"Well, we're always up for sparring."

"It probably won't be sparring, Dick. You know your brother. He's staring daggers into the back of your head."

"For Valentine's, I'll be giving Barbara the stress of taking care of me after Jason beats me to a pulp."

"At least you'll get one last Gala?" she joked.

"Will you be coming?"

"She will," Jason said.

"Amazing. Don't fuck on the dance floor," Dick joked.

"Fuck you."

"Love you too, Jase," he turned to walk out, "Love you too, Y/N."

"I'll be sure to tell you I love you at your funeral, Dick," she joked as he walked out. She paused before turning to Jason, "Gala?"

"Come, please," he said before going to hug her. "I miss you."

"You see me every day, Love."

"But we haven't been," he paused, "Well, a couple. In weeks. I miss you. The fun one who got me to run down the streets of Gotham on a skateboard."

"Dress code?"

"White tie."

"Dammnit. Guess I'm shopping."

"I'll give you my debit card?"

"I don't need it, baby. However," she joked, "I sure will take it."

He laughed and forked it over to her, "Don't spend my Ph.D. funds."

"I will gladly spend your Ph.D. funds."

"No," he laughed, "Please, I need those."

"I mean if you insist I spend it all," she said, laughing.

"The Gala's later tonight, you can take the rest of the day off."

"Kind of you to do."

"I know, I'm a gentleman."

"Truly," she kissed him. "I'll see you tonight."

"Can I come to get you?"

"Feel free too."

"Alright. I love you."

"I love you," she said before she left the office.

Getting into her car, she fumbled with the mirror a bit. She looked like a mom. The bags under her eyes and the formal get-up for an office job did her in.

They had said "I love you" for the first time around Christmas. She wished she caught the moment where they were fucking around and she just said it.

The Christmas lights surrounded them, hung in the trees. They had gone to see the New York City tree in Times Square. He was setting up a photo to take of the two of them and she just said it.

She could have sworn his fucking eyes lit up with green. Like they glowed.

Reminiscing on those small moments with Jason was something that would make her smile without fail. That man somehow unlocked a new set of feelings, stronger feelings. She was in touch with herself.

She went to her house first, to see how A/N was doing. To see her on the steps. She pulled into the driveway.

"Hey, you good?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, of course. Why?"

"I have to go get a dress for a Wayne Gala trademark, do you want to come to help me?"

"Of course I do!"

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"I guess you could say we didn't narrow shit down about a dress," Y/N joked as she came out in the 16th dress she had tried on.

"Okay, well, that one is the best so far," A/N said, seeming like they finally made progress.

"Wow, this is news, we've narrowed it down."

"Honestly consider it a miracle. Thank God Jason let you go from work early. Are you getting a full day's pay?" A/N asked.

"Probably. I told Bruce I didn't want a full day's pay if I wasn't there, but Bruce said it was in my contract. I think he's just being generous," Y/N said with a sigh.

"Did you not read your contract?"

"I did! That's why I think he's being generous. I don't think I'd forget something like that."

"Watch you did forget those words. You should ask him to see your contract, if he's disobeying it then the board members are probably at his ass about it," A/N explained.

"God, please no. I would hate being a contention point for the board members."

"They probably want you fired. And they're probably mad that you won't be fired because you're with Jason."

"Well, I'm also just a great secretary"

"See, each time you say that I assume it's because you give him a little something-something under his desk every day."

"I'll have you know we've never had sex in that office."

"Did you have sex in another office?" A/N questioned.

"I'm pleading the 5th to any further questioning."

"Wait, oh my god."

"Nope! Going to go try on another dress and ignore you now!" Y/N exclaimed with a joking tone.

"This one's the best," A/N said.

"We're making progress! I'm thinking if I go with this one, I add gloves."

"God, are you trying to give Jason a hard-on?"A/N joked.

"I would like to plead the 5th to any further questioning on the matter," Y/N retorted.

"You're evil. If you're going to be evil, you might as well wear a suit."

"I wish. After all the shit I've been through, I want to stick it to the fucks who keep judging me. I'm already so jeopardized, though. Jason goes through a lot of shit dating me. I'll wear the dress."

"Old white people are old white people."

"Well, Bruce is nice at least. If he's judgemental, at least I don't hear about it on the news," Y/N said and twirled. "Yeah, this one. I like this one."

"I also like that one. There's something about silk. Always gets someone to look like 50 million dollars. Probably worth that too."

Y/N fumbled with the tag, "It's not pure silk, so it's less. Only 1000$."

"Only 1000$? God, that's like our rent."

"Rent is more."

"Well if we weren't in a house it would be the same. That's insane. That's like 3-4 months of groceries."

"I know it's a lot to us commonfolk, but Jason is rich. He wouldn't mind. We might, but he wouldn't."

"Yeah, but do you feel okay with spending that much of his money?"

"I have no idea. We'll see. I'll go try another dress on."

"This is cute," Y/N said.

"Well of course it is, it's probably worth your college scholarship, though."

"God, don't remind me of prices."

"It's hard to forget prices when we're given a lot of money to spend."

"We can't spend all of it!"

"What's he using it for?" A/N asked in a half-joke.

"He's getting a Ph.D. in Criminal Psychology when we graduate."

"Okay, okay. So he needs it."

"Yeah, he doesn't let Bruce pay his bills, remember. He's making his own money, minus the working-for-his-dad part."

"Yeah, the working for Bruce part seems a bit counterintuitive."

"If he's getting paid, it doesn't matter to him."

"What's it even like working with his family? Especially with the tension between you and Jason?"

"It sucks. Jason and I haven't fought, yet. We have to act like we aren't fighting. Which makes everyone think we are fighting. Which makes both of us mad. Because apparently," she paused, "The way to fix fighting is having sex, apparently."

"So have sex?"

"Shut up."

"Family on your nerves?" A/N asked.

"They're so involved, but I love them all. I just wish we had a moment alone, I know it's hard to do in a fucking office, but still."

"Go try on another dress. Show up looking like a million bucks."

"You are simply so right."

"I feel like this is the mature version of the black sparkly spaghetti straps one," A/N said.

"It's like you mashed a bunch of words together and suddenly I have to sell you my first-born son."

"Well, it's true!" She laughed, "It's a grown-up version, what someone, old white people, would expect of you."

"Old white people expect a lot."

"Jason's going to be one, one day," A/N joked.

"He's got not-white features," Y/N said, trying to picture his face. There was something about him. Something not-white. She had always picked up on it, but she could never tell what it was.

"Well, it's not like you can ask his mom her ethnicity."

"Jeez, that would be so rude of me to do. Let's just say it's... it's not my place."

"He's got secrets?" A/N questioned.

"Tall, handsome, mysterious. That's my Jason."

"A little bit of everything, all of the time," A/N said in a sing-song tune, specifically the "Welcome to the Internet" tune.

"Don't quote Bo Burnham to me, that album broke me," Y/N joked

"Who didn't it break? Oh, wait, probably Jason."

"He probably sobbed like a baby at it, I don't know where you got the "Emotionless" trope from, A/N."

"Can you blame me? He's a Wayne."

"Those are some of the most emotionally connected people I know? Like, genuinely, they're probably more in touch with themselves than you and I."

"Well, they don't exactly have the reputation for being able to discern their emotions, you know."

"You need to stop interacting with tabloids and their articles," Y/N said, seeming exasperated with the tabloids and the line of conversation. But that was nothing new. She hated the press, the articles, the paparazzi. She hated them all.

"Yeah, probably. You hate them for a reason."

"Do you not know about that time they made it so we couldn't get into our car?" Y/N asked.

"You did, you did."

"Fuckin' tabloids."

"Go try on another dress before you explode from rage."

"Valid," Y/N said, laughing.

"God, if only this wasn't a white tie event," Y/N said and sighed.

"I mean, you could just wear it."

"I will get my ass handed to me, however," she said, taking a picture, "Maybe Jason will just let me get it if I pay him back?"

"You don't have the money right now?" A/N asked.

"I need to get paid and I'll have enough," Y/N explained.

"Don't tell me this is worth more than our rent."

"I will just simply not tell you."

"Girl, you can't."

"Money is dumb and I hate it."

A/N laughed, "Which one do you want to go with?"

"Uh, probably the silk one."

"Temptress."

"I will literally buy and wear a corset to make Jason's life hard to get you off my back," Y/N laughed.

"I implore you to do so for the joke."

"Shut up," Y/N joked.

She still sent the picture of the last dress to Jason off-handedly. Asked him how he felt about it since she knew she loved it.

Why don't you just get it? He had sent back.

Can't afford it.

I can.

Please let me pay you back for this.

Just take me on a date.

I can do that.

You should.

I'll see you soon.

She laughed and grabbed both dresses.

"Jason's buying both?" A/N asked.

"Mhm! I have to take him on a fun date in return."

"You were probably going to do it both ways, honestly."

"You just know me so well."

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They had gone and gotten the gloves before heading back to their house. Laughing and blasting rock songs the entire time. There was something about the bass running through the car and having the windows rolled down while screaming the songs. It was insane.

One of the songs they blasted was "I Think I'm OKAY" by Machine Gun Kelly and YUNGBLUD, switching out the vocals. It was fun to take breaks like that and, just enjoy each other's presence. Especially during finals season, where both of them were stressed because of their respective finals.

Everyone was stressed. Finals did that to everyone. Whether someone was in school or not, they felt the teenagers and college students lose their minds about it.

They got out of the car at their home and took the dresses inside. A/N went to go study in her room while Y/N went to go hang up her dresses. She entered her room and instantly remembered why she hated her laptop.

The laptop fan was deafening, it's why she barely had Jason over at her house anymore. She cleaned it constantly but, it kept going and going.

She brought it to the Wayne Manor over the Winter Break because she had work to do but wanted to see Jason, and everyone, everyone, commented on the thing.

They compared it to a screaming goat, an electronic mess, a horse-powered fan, anything they could put together with electronic, goat and fan, they called the laptop that.

Bruce even offered to buy her a new one, but she declined. She didn't think it was broken, so it didn't need to be replaced or fixed. If it was still in working condition, she was going to use it until it bluescreened on her.

Much to everyone's dismay.

She hated the fucking thing. So if she could drown it out with music, you bet your ass she did. She was grateful that her parents had sent it to her, but she assumed it was because they hated it too. She was right. No one liked that laptop.

She went to go shower. She figured if she fucked with her appearance and hair a bit, then the press would get off her back. She hadn't exactly tried to impress them thus far. But she wanted to just live her life.

She figured doing her hair, makeup, wearing the right clothes, she'd get harassed less. There was a lot of pressure dating a Wayne, she had realized.

She was constantly in the media, somehow she became an idol for little girls in the span of months. It was a lot for someone to take on. She embraced it normally. With open arms normally.

But A/N had told her that she started sleep-talking. Screaming about the eyes, the people watching her. She knew it was probably connected to the stress she was under dating Jason, but she really didn't want to deal with it.

If she ignored it, no one could tell her to deal with it. If she hid it, no one had to see it. She was looking into soundproofing her room so that A/N didn't have to see it.

Was it healthy to do that? Probably not. Probably far from the concept of healthy coping mechanisms.

She got out of the shower and started playing with her appearance. If she ended up with loud makeup and hair after this, she was going to just accept it.

She did end up with pretty loud eyeshadow. But her hair was fine, as acceptable as it could get for everyone judging her. Only nude lipstick that was just two, maybe three shades darker than her skin was what she needed. She kind of overdid the eyeshadow, so it had to be balanced.

Nerves by Icon for Hire was playing in her room. And in a way, that was how she felt. There was a lot of feeling in her, that she wasn't made for the life she was starting to lead. That being an idol was how she was going, but she couldn't do it.

She sighed and put on heels. White heels. It would be easier to put them on before the dress and gloves. The corset came on next. IT wasn't anything special, and she was capable of putting it on without help.

But then the dress.

"She loved that dress, but it wasn't the other one. The other one sparked a little bit of joy in her, while this one just conformed to everyone's opinions of her.

She wanted to wear the other one, so, so, fucking badly.

And finally the gloves. It was an outfit she thought was cute but would be torn to shreds in the media. She knew that.

The media liked to eat her alive.

Part of her wanted a break from it all. The other part wanted to do an interview with the press, to shit-talk all of them and make them weep. She wanted to be the one to destroy them.

Revenge was best served cold though, and the rage was far too hot in her head to even begin a proper essay on why they sucked.

She turned off the music in her room and was greeted with the lovely sounds of her computer fan. Comforting, but hatred.

Jason was going to be there any minute. Was she even ready for a Gala?

They had been through so much.

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She walked to his car. He brought one of the fancy ones.

"You couldn't just like, own a not expensive car?" she joked.

"Why would I do that?"

She laughed and handed him his debit card, "I don't know, to keep the press off your ass?"

"I think they'd find us no matter what," he said as he backed out of her driveway, "You look beautiful by the way."

"Thank you, Love. You're as handsome as always."

"Simp."

"Alas, I admit it," she joked as she turned on the radio. "I swear the media is going to have a field day today."

"When do they not?"

"That's fair."

"I'm sorry this school year's been fucking our relationship," he sighed, "We deserve better and a better chance than what we've been dealt."

"Unfortunately that's how school works."

"Fuck school sometimes. Not everyone gets as hit as badly as us."

"It's the psychology teachers. If any teachers are strict, they are."

"We still deserve a break."

"Well, there's always when finals are over."

"I swear we're doing something nice when finals end."

"That's not that hard to do."

The tension in that car was palpable. Truly, you could cut that with a knife. A diamond's edge.

They got to the Gala before anyone, except the Waynes.

"Hey lot," Y/N said.

"Y/N! Glad you could make it!" Stephanie said and pulled her into a hug, "The guys suck, so I like you the most today."

She laughed, "What did they do?"

"They won't play rooftop tag with me."

"Why do you even play that game?" Y/N asked.

"Agility! I'm a track star, duh. I drag them with me."

"Ah, how could I be so foolish," she laughed as Stephanie pulled her towards the other girls. Y/N waved at the boys while laughing. "You do know I have a boyfriend who wants to see me, right?"

"It's Jason."

"Good observation."

"Shut up. I claim you."

"You can't claim me!" she jokingly exclaimed, loud enough for the boys to hear.

"Steph, that's my girlfriend!" Jason yelled back.

"Not anymore!" She yelled as she pulled Y/N into the building.

"Explanation?" Y/N asked, "Do you have an issue or something?"

"I don't. Babs does."

"Go on?"

"Ask her."

Y/N sighed and walked up to Barbara and Cassandra, "I heard you have an issue or something?"

"Yes! You! Okay so," Barbara said, "We're all worried about you and Jason."

"Oh, Jeez," Y/N sighed.

"No no, listen. We can feel the tension. Have you been fighting?"

"I told you before, we aren't."

"Then what is it? 'Cause I'm known for being a detective, hello, I'm Jim Gordon's daughter. And even I can't figure it out."

"Probably exams. Exams suck."

"Oh! It's because you're not used to the fame," Cassandra said.

"Okay, Cassie. Listen, it's-"

"It is isn't it!" Stephanie exclaimed.

"Ugh. Yes. Are you happy now?"

"C'mon, it isn't that bad is it?" Barbara asked.

"It is. They've been at my throat with daggers ever since I met Jason."

"Who's been at your throat with daggers?" Jason asked.

"Don't worry about it," Y/N said before anyone could open their mouths and say to the contrary.

"Well, then. Everyone should be here soon," Bruce said. "Wish we had entertainment this time."

"Can't Y/N sing?" Tim asked.

"Uh, yeah?" Y/N said.

"So sing," Tim said.

"Tim. C'mon. Don't do me like this, man."

"Think about it," Bruce said and put a hand on her shoulder, "It could be fun."

She laughed and everyone scattered except her and Jason.

"So, the daggers comment?" he asked.

"Media reference."

He sighed, "You can always step out of the spotlight, my love. Step down, walk away from their eyes but still be in mine."

"I'll think about it."

He took her hands, "You should think quicker," he joked.

She laughed and he pulled her into the ballroom she knew all-too-well at this point. The first time she was there ran through her mind like no one was watching, the beauty in her memory for capturing it like that.

She knew once the pictures were released she'd probably attempt to paint it.

Galas were stuffy and full of people. She didn't like the people aspect. When strangers would come up to her and start talking, she'd get freaked out. They knew her, but she didn't know them.

She wasn't involved in getting to know people high-up in the world. She was a simple secretary who was dating one of the CEOs.

She'd get twirled around by people's sons. Stuck in dances and conversations. She almost always found herself with one of the Waynes after she ran from someone she didn't know.

She did figure if she sang she'd get away from everyone. So, in a fit of trying to get away, she found her way to Selina.

"Hey!" she said.

"Y/N! Are you running again?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Do you want to sing or something, Bruce said he asked you to."

"He did, and I figured, "Fuck it" so here I am."

Jason came up just as she said that, "Duet?" he asked.

"Now that's an idea and a half."

"You kids, always doing crazy stuff," Selina joked, "Le me see what I can do for 'ya."

"We're really doing this?" Jason asked as Selina slinked off.

"I guess so!" she exclaimed and he pulled her in for a kiss.

"Really saying "Fuck you" to the press today, huh?"

"Well, they're always saying "Fuck you" to me."

[sohoharlem]

[I included the blinds in this one if you want to post this one instead.]


I’d just like to add as a side note that before this, in early 2020, Sebastian had become more active again for the first time since around 2018, after drama went down with his ex. It had appeared that he was making a turn around for the fandom and becoming himself again, or at least attempting to.


Late March - June of 2020 


TFATWS stops filming. Sebastian starts looking rough through quarantine. 


March 25th he does a podcast with Don Saladino where he critiques people who travel during the pandemic, calling them dumb fucks and that it pisses him off.


April 29th Seb does solo pap walk with latex gloves.


May 3rd Seb does solo pap walk with mask and latex gloves, he even waterfalls his water bottle.


May 13 he posts a picture of NYC saying “Happy Days will come again” and puts a praying emoji.


May 15th he posts beautiful pictures he took of his city NYC during the pandemic and tags it “I love New York. We’ll be back.” (talking about pandemic being over.)


He appears in his friend’s Aaron’s video wearing a mask and looking at people without a mask and looking disappointed in them for not wearing one.
He does a few other interviews, including one with Variety, where he talks passionately about thanking healthcare workers and how he claps everyday at 7PM out his window to thank them.

 
It is evident he takes the quarantine and COVID very seriously.


Mid-Late May


He starts looking rough and it becomes evident to his fans that the quarantine is not doing him well. 


After his May 15th posts he stops posting.


May 22nd 2020 Sebastian Stan is signed with CAA.


*where things get weird*


Fans start wondering if he is doing okay and begin to grow concerned, especially after his most recent story showing him singing that he can’t wait for this year to end.
 

He is MIA during the George Floyd and BLM movement and fans begin leaving comments on his instagram interrogating him for not speaking about BLM and for his silence.


Fans begin leaving comments such as “Silence is an answer” on his Instagram and talk about his past start to arise on Twitter. (About his ex who used the N-word, and his assistant that he fired because she was Islamophobic. 


Other fans are still worried for his sudden silence during a time where most celebrities are being extremely vocal about BLM. 

While they are upset, they are still concerned.
On the news, his neighborhood is one of the areas in NYC shown on TV for being looted and attacked by vandalism. 

He is still silent.


May 31st he posts a NYTOpinion video about race, hash tagging it #justiceforGeorgeFloyd .


In the screen record for his video the names of his assistants come up on his phone. 
Sebastian does not say anything else for about three weeks when he then posts another charity on June 12th, one supporting Anthony Mackie.


JUNE 2020 


June 15th he posts another charity: one for conscious kid and one for Rayshard Brooks. He uses tag #blacklivesmatter .


Sebastian goes silent again. We don’t hear from him all month and fans grow even more worried now. 


He is silent for the rest of the month.


July


July 2nd/3rd He is seen on his friend’s Luke’s instagram in IBIZA for his manager’s birthday. Camera pans to Seb briefly and he looks unamused, almost trying to hide his face.


Fandom is in hysteria, and mostly confusion, because him being across the ocean during the pandemic went against everything he spoke about. 


Fandom is very upset with him. Especially since he is unmasked.


July 2nd/3rd, paparazzi pictures are released of him on a yacht laughing and kissing AO. Fandom is a mixture of confused, upset, but also happy for him because he looks like he is having a good time.


Fans on twitter start to aim ‘cancel culture’ and Sebastian Stan is Over trends for a few hours.


Paul H makes tweet defending his friend.


After July 4th and that week, fans uncover AO’s cultural ap. photos.

 
Some fans began interrogating her on her instagram. During this time we hear nothing directly from Seb.


He is silent on IG. 


July 3rd She posts Jet-ski picture without tagging him. 


Sometime this week they go to a very crowded strip/dance club of some sort. A friend records them and AO is seen sitting next to Seb and dancing against him.


July 7th AO does photoshoot in Madrid. New pap photo. Seb looks strikingly unhappy compared to pictures from July 3rd on the Yacht.


July 7th 2020 blind item, blind Item #11: “He might live in the US full time and be a naturalized US citizen, but this alliterate foreign born A list most movie actor used the passport he has from his birth country to take a vacation in Europe.”


Mid July to late July


Jul 8th - 12th silence. We assume they are still in Spain together, but we are not sure. We know she is.


July 12th, Ale posts first picture that we catch for being a throwback. It’s her on a beach, but we find out it’s old. We still don���t know where Seb is confirmed to be.


Silence again until the 14th when both Seb and Ale are called out for blocking fans on instagram that are attacking them. 


July 27th, Ale posts picture of the Netflix show she was on.


August


Nothing until August 11 when she tags her friend in a post saying she misses her. 


August 13th Seb posts his mother on his Birthday and also a The Devil All The Time clip.


LOOPHOLE TO USA.


August 14th she posts from Bermuda.


We soon make the connection that she uses this as loophole to get into the United States during Corona Virus. 


She posts several stories from there, including a boomerang of her throwing a towel at the camera. 


August 16th Seb posts another charity event that he did in Spain for a children’s hospital and school. 

His teams says it was planned many months in advance after fans question his reckless action.


We still don’t know where Seb is. 
There are no pap pictures during this time.
August 20th she posts Bermuda again.


August 21st their 3rd pap walk in the United States in NYC. Both masked and holding hands.


August 23rd he posts another Charity.


August 25th AO posts Bermuda again. Assumed throwback. 


August 25th another Pap walk outside his front door. Fans are shocked since he is so private. They both look very off guard even though it’s labeled Backgrid, meaning paps were called. This could’ve been taken the 24th but I don’t have access to byline to confirm.


It is assumed by many fans that around this time is when they see private information about his loft being rented. let me know if you would like me to leave this part out, but I feel it might be important.


August 27th he posts a Bucky throwback.


I don’t remember the exact date, but sometime between August 28th and 31st, Seb is supposedly spotted by a random fan at LAX.


August 31st AO post’s a video from Jersey City, NJ.


At this point in time we are aware that The Falcon and Winter Soldier will resume filming in Atlanta in mid September. Article states that crew and cast are to mandatory quarantine prior.


We don’t know where they both are at this point.


September


September 4th, AO posts another picture from the Netflix show she was on.


September 11th Seb posts a 9/11 picture that he took of the city and labels it “Thinking of NYC today”
September 11th, Ale posts a photoshoot picture of herself.


September 12th, Margarita unfollows Seb.


I don’t remember exactly when, but at a certain point, Ale starts posting videos and pictures of herself in what appears to be maybe Atlanta. Before this, she posts a picture of Sushi. 
She baits with picture of a script and also a book that she could possibly audition for.


September 14th Seb posts another Bucky picture.


September 15th, Seb posts another charity.
TFATWS commences shooting around this time.


September 15th 2020, Blind Item #11: “This studio really wanted to film their new streaming show for their own stream. They want nothing to shut it down so are covering up positive COVID tests of the cast and crew. Not Netflix. Not amazon. Revealed: Falcon and The Winter Soldier”


AO continues to bait fans with pictures and videos of food and a TV watching movies.


September 18th AO posts a hiking picture that fans quickly find out is a (very very plausible) throwback from Costa Rica.


September 19th Seb posts a very strange video of himself watching gossip girl in an apartment that fans see looks very different from where Ale was “baiting”. 

Some fans claim maybe he’s just in a different room. In the video he is drinking wine and even pans the camera to his ex girlfriend on tv and then back to himself when he swallows huge gulps of wine.


September 22nd he posts a VOTE picture with Mackie. Another “Link in my Bio”. 5th one in the last few months?


September 25th she posts from what we later find out is an Inn in Atlanta where they stayed before going to Prague.


September 30th 2020, Blind Item #9: “This foreign born alliterate A/A- list mostly movie actor has brought a new escort stripper on set everyday he has been shooting. Revealed: Sebastian Stan.“


October 

*this is when Seb’s health starts to worry us


October 5th she posts a picture of Seb and her jumping in front of a bonfire at the Inn. Seb’s face is blurred out and she does not tag him.


October 6th, Seb posts video promoting his move 355. 


October 8th Seb posts the Charity water video from Atlanta.
A little after this time, AO’s location changes over to Spain. 

We are unaware of how long she is there for.


Her baiting stops for a bit.

October 14th 2020, Blind Item #7: ”This alliterate foreign born A list mostly movie actor brought in an Easter European porn star to have sex with he saw online. The whole fake girlfriend thing is not believed by anyone, so just give up.“


October 16th and 18th AO posts old photoshoot photos and tags her team

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** Fans grow concern as AO continues to post work related content and we hear nothing about Seb.


** Seb is rumored to be in Prague, but no sighting or baiting is every mentioned. It is not confirmed they ever interacted while in Prague. 


** AO’s location finally changes to Prague and she posts pictures with someone that shocks fans - her manager. 


** AO posts fake pictures of what looks like a play she might audition for and we realize is just printed out photos. Videos of her holding fake play is recorded in a hotel lobby with her manager.


** A foreign online article that follows shooting in Prague follows AO and mentions her in their story as Seb’s GF.


October 21st,  AO posts picture of Prague with her mother

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** Seb is still MIA and fans are still confused as to where he is and why he is suddenly so quiet.


** Rumors of that there might be covering something happening behind the scenes start to come out. Fans are worried it might be his health or something worst.


I think after this her Location changed back to Spain. 


October 24th AO posts old photoshoot photo.


October 26th 2020, Blind item #2: ”Not to be outdone by his alliterate foreign born co-star, this A/A- list actor has several women each day visit him on set. That was the same reason why he got divorced a few years back. Revealed: Anthony Mackie/Sebastian Stan“


October 27th we finally hear from Seb and it’s a picture from a bridge in Prague.


LOOPHOLE TO USA.


Ale posts that she’s jet lagged on her story with her Macbook Pro. Bait.


Silence. (I think. Someone fill me in if I missed something here.)
October 30th, Seb posts a video of an alien documentary. We later find out this is from a hotel in Mexico. Tulum.


October 31st Seb posts fans Halloween costumes of Bucky.


November


November 1st, Deuxmoi posts that he was spotted in Tulum reading a script. 


AO posts video from similar hotel room where his Alien video was. Bait.


November 7th a very suspicious influencer (who we later find out works for PR) takes a video of Seb and Ale walking on the beach in Mexico. Seb is walking about 30 feet way from her and she looks awkward following behind. Another video where she appears topless and he almost looks like he’s looking directly at the influencer’s camera.
We hear of (another?) influence who is recording them. She takes pictures of them laying in a bungalow. There is a video she records of them kissing but video is never seen by the public.


November 7th Seb posts his congrats to Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. 

AO does the same on a story.
November 9th 2020, Blind Item #7: ”The foreign born alliterate A list actor who likes to often cheat on his sketchy girlfriend is being called out for yet again traveling to a foreign country for a vacation. Third or fourth one in the past few months. Besides realizing he was busted on video for not following the same rules he advocates, he is also vacationing in countries from which his girlfriend is allowed to get back into the US.“


November 9th we get the pap pics of them in Mexico and they appear very planned. Seb also appears skinny. Seb is talking on the phone, strips just his shirt as AO waits for him in water. They kiss briefly in awkward embraces, only once on lips, she gets hit by wave and he leaves her in water.


*** Around here is when Seb starts posting throwbacks and he starts looking sick 


November 12th, Seb posts a throwback to when he was on set on Endings Beginings.


November 15th he posts a throwback video for Charity on set of TFATWS with Anthony.

He makes a post for another Charity (same is bulletin prior) and he looks sick and tired. His hair is also very thin but some fans say it’s just sea water. Others are still worried about his health and think something is wrong. His left eyelid is a little swollen.


LOOPHOLE TO USA


Around this time is when AO starts posting the same sushi from around September. (possibly same.)
We make conclusion she is in LA when she then posts story with LA in background. 


November 18th she posts pictures in LA.


November 19th Seb posts a Bucky picture.


December 6th 2020, Blind Item #5: ”This foreign born alliterate A- list superhero did a video supporting a charity, Great. The thing is though, he used the opportunity to call out everyone who has called him out and said that he is great because he is taking the time to make a charity video. Probably not the video the charity had in mind. Revealed: Sebastian Stan.“


We assume he is in LA with AO. 

Rumors of them moving in together start to come up as she later continues to post pictures of a Christmas tree in a house.
Seb’s friends are in LA for thanksgiving. This is when drama with Toby happens and he changes his picture of where he posted Seb to say “throwback.”


AO continues to prove she is in LA. Bait.


November 30th/31st AO posts a picture tagging Chanel. *sorry I had to laugh at this one*
December
He does another charity which he forgets to promote this time on his IG. 


December 7th AO posts a shadow picture in LA tagging Seb. He does not approve this original photo into his tags.


December 7th Seb posts a quarantine video from his NYC apartment “Thank you for the love, thank you for the hate. Be safe.”


After fans start to speculate that he is in NYC again, on December 8th, Seb posts a Christmas tree and says “First tree in 20 years…” it’s a selfie and second picture is same tree Ale posted but cropped to find entire IG post. Background is blurred out.
AO continues to show LA house. Bait.


December 10th new pap walk admits rumors of TFATWS trailer dropping soon.


Seb is holding keys for car place that rents cars for PR purposes and there is a lot of distance between him and AO.


December 10th, Seb posts TFATWS trailer that drops and the poster later that night.
AO continues to post things about herself.


Seb continues to allow memes making fun of her and their rs to come through his tag.


She posts a video of a dog.


December 13th Seb posts a video of himself and a cat, but house looks different than LA house. He also looks very different from that pap walk, with a full beard. It is speculated his video is old but unconfirmed. 


AO posts TIFF movies and Seb does the same.


December 16th, Lily James and Seb project is announced. 


December 16th AO posts LA picture.


December 17th AO posts picture in grains yard of LA house.


December 18th AO posts another script in English and Italian.


December 18th Seb posts Charity post.
this is up to today’s date. 

If I missed anything let me know.

Mod: I haven't had the chance to read through it all, but it looks fine, doesn’t look like opinions but more fact type of thing so I'll keep it up. Thanks for taking time do that, this is crazy lol

[scarisd3ad]

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸

𝗦𝘁𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

October 16th 1996

After Stu and 'fight' more like me being stubborn, Stu and I were practically attached at the hip we were always hanging out in school or outside of school.

"Ok ok ok so he's like psycho and try's to blow up the school but blows up himself instead?" Stu asks as we watched heathers because Stu had never watched it before and I didn't want to miss the chance to watch Christian slater as Jason dean for the seven millionth time. "Hot psycho" I says "you are so fucking stupid" Stu mutters "what do you mean Christian slater is so hot" I say "no he's not" Stu mumbles "but I am" he grins I roll my eyes "no your not your the ugliest guy I've ever met" I laugh "That's not what you were saying in that diary of yours" Stu says grinning. My eyes widened "what?" I ask "I-I never I- um don't even have a diary" I stutter "oh come on y/n I know you like me" he laughs "and you know what that's great because I like you too" he says placing his hand on my cheek. "You do?" I ask smiling softly "yeah of course" he says smiling back "can I kiss you?" I nod in response and he pulls me in for a kiss.

It was sweet it felt amazing unlike my kiss with Eric (boo Eric fuck you). The kiss lasted for a few seconds before stu pulls away "will you be my girlfriend y/n?"  Stu asks I nod and he pulls me in for another kiss. "By the way" stu says pulling away "I dumped Casey for you. Your the girl I was talking about" he says grinning like an idiot. "Really?" I ask "Yep" he says popping the 'p'. He pulls me into another heated kiss.

His hands stick up my shirt messaging at my boobs and trying to pull my shirt off. "Stu" I mumbled into the kiss "stop" I say pushing him away from me. He mumbles a quiet 'sorry'.

-♪♪♪-

I wake up cuddled into Stu. Shit. "Stu you stayed the night?!" I whisper yell as I push at his arm to wake him. His eyes open slowly "get up get up" I say "why wait why?" He asks sitting up "my mom will be pissed if she see's you in here" I say "she already doesn't like you" I sigh "wait she does?" He asks as I push him out my window. "Y/n? Are you ok?!" My mom asks knocking on my door. "Yeah yeah I'm fine" i say running over to my door to unlock it "who were you talking to?" She asks. "No one what do you mean?" I ask awkwardly. "I heard nevermind hurry up if you want me to drive you to school" she says "actually Stu's gonna drive me" I say slipping a shirt over my head.

"Ok just be careful I don't trust that boy much" she says before walking away. How could she not trust Stu? He was nice, and funny. Maybe not the best influence but it's not like I'm nine anymore. I pull on a pair of blue jeans and go into my bathroom. I brush my hair, and teeth. then I apply a little bit of concealer, and some eyeshadow. I sprint  down the stairs with my backpack in hand. I grab my lunch off the table and plant a kiss on Chloe's forehead "bye clo I'll see you later" I say as I walked out the door.

My parents had favored Chloe since the day she was born. I didn't mind much because I had friends the gave me the attention I was not receiving from my parent so it didn't really matter as much. They favored her but tried to not shower her in hugs and kiss all day long they were afraid she'd turn out like me. An anxious ball of tears or as they would say 'fucking crazy'. It's been almost 3 years since she was born and she hasn't had any signs of any separation anxiety. She had little neighborhood friends already that would come over and ride their scooters in our driveway and she would start at a daycare next year so she could get socialized more. They did everything they didn't do with me to prevent it. They didn't want another kid they had to pay for meds and a therapist for.

"Hey y/n you ready?" Stu sat in his car window rolled down and his hand dangling out of it. "Yup" I replied running towards his car. I open the passenger side door, sit down and strap my seatbelt on. Stu places his hand on my thigh "is this ok?" He asks i nod. Stu starts to drive down the road "so does your mom really not like me?" Stu asks "yeah she thinks your 'a bad influence'" I say rolling my eyes. Stu laughs in response, "wanna skip first period?" Stu asks. I had never skipped a class before I always had been to scared to. "What if we get caught?" I ask fidgeting with the strings on my jacket,

"Nope! We can just stay in my car." He says popping the 'p' "there's a door next to the senior parking lot it's always unlocked, so we can stay in my car all of first period. Have some fun and then when second period starts we can go through that door" Stu explains. "Soo you up for it?" Stu asks I think about it for a second. What if my mom found out, she'd kill me, and if she found out I skipped with stu I'd never be aloud to ride with him to school ever again. "Sure" I says slowly Stu grins.

We pull into the senior parking lot right as the first period bell rings. Stu parks, and he sighs. He turns towards me, and stares at me "what?" I ask laughing a bit "can I kiss you?" He asks "Mhm" I nod he places his hand on my cheek and pulls me into a kiss. As the kiss got more heated he pulls me over onto his lap. "Love you so god damn much" Stu mumbles into the kiss making butterfly's erupt in my stomach. I pull away from the kiss Stu's hand stay on my cheek caressing it. "Let's ditch this place?" Stu say "Stu we can't do" I mumble "yes we can we can go to the park or something" he presses a kiss to my cheek. "Please" he says sticking out his bottom lip i roll my eyes. I was still terrified of getting caught by my mom I was terrified of her.

"Stu you know my mom if she finds out-" stu cuts me off "please I want to spend time with you. We can come back for lunch" he says "ok ok lets just go" I sigh finally agreeing. Stu grins and I sit back in my seat. Stu starts back up his car and pulls out of the parking lot.

Stu drives to a random park just far enough from my house that my parents wouldn't randomly drive by. He parks and we both get out and sit at a picnic table. Stu pulls me up onto his lap "I love you" he mumbles as he plants a kiss on my cheek.

Stu wasn't my first Boyfriend but he was the most affectionate so far. My ex wasn't as affectionate yeah he kissed, hugged, and cuddled me but it did take him awhile to unfortunate for me because I love physical touch, it took him a couple weeks for him to kiss me for the first time, and took him 3 months to tell me he loved me. Unlike Stu who had already kissed me one day into our relationship.

"Mhm" I hum nuzzling my head back into his chest. Stu frowns "are you uncomfortable with me say that?" I shake my head no "I love you too" I mumbled. Stu grinned he must of really liked me saying that. "Why did you like me?" I ask "huh?" He furrows his eyebrows "well I'm nothing compared to Tatum or your ex Casey" I mumbled. "Well because your beautiful" he says caressing my cheek "and your  kind" he adds pressing a kiss to my cheek making me blush "and your adorable" he presses a kiss to my lips. "If you get to know why I like you I need to know why you like me" he says his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Hmm" I wrap my arms around his shoulders "because your goofy" I smile and place a kiss on his lips "and your handsome" Stu grins at that "yeah I am!" Stu exclaims. Stu pulls me into another kiss. My hand card through his hair as he kisses me. I pull away from the kiss, and Stu pouts. "Stu what time is it?" I ask "I dunno" Stu says. I glare at him "ok ok I'll go check" he says placing me back on the the seat. He walks up to his car and checks the time "nine thirty!" He yells as he sprints back towards me. "What time we gotta go back?"  Stu asks "um like twelve" I replied. "You wanna go and sit in the car?" Stu asks I nod. Stu scoops me up and flings me over his shoulder. "Stu you ass! Pfft If you drop me I'm gonna kill you!" I laugh "I won't I'm super strong!" He chuckles "suree!" I roll my eyes. He opens up the car door and places me back in the car. He slams the door shut and sprints to his side.

-♪♪♪-

Stu and I pull up to the school. We both get out and make our way to where our friends are his arm slung around my shoulder. "Hey where have you two been all day?" Tatum asks as we walk up to them. "We were at the park" Stu says as we sit down. Stu pulls me up onto my lap and kissed my cheek. "Are you guys together?" Sid asks Stu grins "Yep!" He presses a kiss to my lips.

[script-nef]

Coming out as a bisexual to your sibling

Request: hey charmy! i have a request for you 👉👈 i am a closeted bisexual and the only people i came out to are a few of my friends, none of my relatives know yet and i am very scared. so can i please ask for headcanons on tsukki, yachi and oikawa with a sibling that comes out as a bisexual? thank you!

Hi there anon! Thank you for requesting this. I know it can be very scary to come out in our current society because some people like screwing with other people’s lives even when they shouldn’t. I hope your friends are loving and accept you for who you are, and every single one of your family member does as well. If you need a place to talk, I’m here as long as my headspace isn’t too dark at that moment :)

I hope everything I wrote is correct and makes you feel safe and loved. Remember to take care of yourself ♡

Characters: Tsukishima, Yachi, Oikawa

Category: family fluff

Tsukishima Kei

Kei isn’t the most affectionate or kind brother, but you can always talk to him about your problems and he’ll reply without his usual sass and try to be a good sibling

He does love and care about you, after all

He kind of gets worried about you when you sit him down with a serious and no-nonsense face. Historically, it always meant you had bad news. Like that one time you accidentally destroyed one of his limited-edition dinosaur figurines

When you come out to him, he can see the fear of judgement that you think he’ll give you, and sort of gets pissed off

“Hah? You’ll think I’ll treat you any different because you’re bisexual?”

He doesn’t give a damn about that. You’re still you. That’s all that matters to him.

Kei knows different sexualities exist in the world. Did you think he was so close-minded that he would condemn you for something you’re born with? Something you have no control over?

He would hate the fact that you were so scared and worried coming out to him, and from then on would make sure to let you know how he supports and, with great reluctance since he’s a tsundere, loves you.

He would definitely try to help you come out to the rest of the family, only if you want to

If you don’t, he’s fine with being the only one to know and will become a confidant you can trust

Yachi Hitoka

Since your parents work a lot, you’re incredibly close to Hitoka

You share everything together, even things you hide from your parents

When you were little, some nights were spent with a little night light underneath the covers, whispering stories and secrets to each other. A pinky swear to never reveal it to anyone else was your promise to each other

Once you realise your sexuality and tell her, Hitoka will 100% be a supportive and loving sister for you

She’ll even research and expand her understanding on the topic so you can feel comfortable talking to her about it. It might take her a while and she might make mistakes in between, but she’ll always apologise and try to correct herself to make sure she’s not being offensive.

Hitoka is incredibly timid and shy, but will always refuse to back down if something regarding you comes up

Even if it’s a 2 metre giant who’s built like a bodybuilder, she will yell at the other person and demand they apologise for their comment directed at you and your sexuality. She is nothing if not in your corner.

On bad days where you’re down because of all the things you’re going through, Hitoka will try her best to keep you distracted or hear you out.

You want to eat ice-cream and watch movies? She’s got the popcorn ready. Rant for 2 hours about the prejudice and bias the LGBTQ community faces on a daily basis? She’s here with open ears and warm hugs.

Oikawa Tooru

Tooru is a very doting older brother who loves and backs you up in everything you do. You can do no wrong in his eyes.

Once you break the news to him, he’ll immediately reply with “Thank you for trusting me enough to say it to me.” because he knows the prejudice and hatred the LGBTQ community faces.

It sort of breaks his heart when he realises you might face that hatred because some rude and stuck-up people think they’re still living in the 16th century

He’ll hold you tight and reassure you of his support and love for you if you cry in front of him, and promise to never tell anyone unless you say it’s okay. He wants you to feel safe and loved above everything else.

Since Tooru is incredibly popular and knows a lot of people, it’s not a stretch to think he’s friends with people with various sexual orientations

He might even introduce you to them (only if you’re comfortable with it) and help create a safe environment for you. He’ll make sure they’re kind and accepting of you as well since being part of a minority doesn’t automatically mean they’re understanding of other minorities. (Fuck biphobia, that shit is wrong)

If you want, he’ll also find some people who you might find attractive. None of his friends though. You’re way too good for them.

If anyone harasses you over your sexuality, he’s right there to back you up and make the other guy’s life hell. Like, fire-rains-down-on-Earth hell. Tooru will make sure they apologise to you in person and never mess with you again.

[fumikomiyasaki]

Genshin Impact OC-Carol Ann

"My journey for knowledge brought me to the most stunning places, I hope one day I will be able to uncover the hidden secrets of Liyue."

Name: Carol Ann

Gender: Female

Height: 172 cm

Birthday: 16th of April

Nation and Affiliation: Liyue

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Green

Vision: Dendro

Weapon: Polearm

Stars: 4

Constellation: Florus An

Special Dish: Good Fortune Flower Crisp

Titles: Miss Tourist Guide

Burst: Natures Cage- Traps a area in Vines and then does Dendro damage inside the Cage.

Carol was born in Mondstadt however at a young age she and her parents went to Liyue a lot for vacations so she took huge interest in the country. She studied as a researcher at first but then decided to become a Tourist Guide, showing her customers around the country and customs. She can be quite excited about certain Topics, for example Rex Lapis or the Jade chamber, however she keeps a Level head when presenting facts. Her thirst for knowledge is hard to quench and she has tons of theories she loves to make Up in her head. Is a terrible Cook, but more in the way that her good looks horrible but actually tasted good.

Lotus flowers are her favourite and she tends to build them in her Outfits a Lot.

Relationship to other characters:

Kaeya:

"Despite His cunningness and his way to Charm others, I always feel awkward when He flirts with me…. I feel a hint of fakeness which makes me uncomfortable. Sure He is attractive but I tend to get out of a talk with him fast."

Lisa:

"Although I love books and visit the Library each time I visit Mondstadt… Lisa gets slightly on my nerves, given how she calls me Cutie everytime… why do so many people in Mondstadt try to hit on me… I just wanted to read."

Jean:

"I really admire her. She seems like the only real level headed Person of the Knights and her Combat skills are pretty good in my book. I offer her my help when I visit Mondstadt because she always seems so overworked… I hope she is Not pushing it…"

Venti:

"Although I enjoy his songs, I worry about his drinking habits… I had to ask Diluc because I thought He was a Young Boy… but I guess Not… quite suspicions, He also seems to know way too much about the God Barbatos, so I thought either He is a secret researcher who knows his stuff or… Nevermind these are just my theories."

Diluc:

"Diluc is interesting to talk to. I actually do enjoy spending time at His tavern, not only to gather information but also I think he is pretty handsome and looks reliable… Yeah there is that bitter side but as long as you dont piss him Off, He is fun to talk with to me.``

Xiao:

"Omg Omg, the famed Yaksha! I only saw him once by luck during a fight but I have so many questions for him, given how much I read about him. He looks so cool, Ah… I hope one day I can interview him."

Zhongli:

"Probably one of my favourite Persons to talk to when coming back to Liyue… Most of the Trivia I can share with my customers came from him and books. He knows so much about Rex Lapis and the History of Liyue and I just always listen in awe when He tells the Stories… If He would know Rex Lapis personally I would believe him. Usually I tend to bring back special things I find on my journey to him for His Funeral Parlour. That is our deal kinda. Such a handsome and interesting man, ah…"

Hu Tao:

"Urgh, she seems to know a lot but never willing to share, I want to so badly exchange some Info with her but she always finds a way to trick me… so I have Up."

Xingqui:

"I usually meet him at the bookstore and we exchange some fun talks, usually both talking about our journeys. Quite diligent for his young age. I do also share some of his views but He needs to give more credit to his work. "

Razor:

"Razor went from Scary Wolf Boy who appeared out of nowhere to one of the Persons I would wanna protect with my Life. His talking is sometimes hard to comprehend, I did offer to teach him but He refused, but He always looks so precious when I tend to use my plant Magic. Like a kid who first went to school.

I do hope he enjoys his life in the Woods."

Sucrose:

"She is a very sweet Girl and her Research is incredible. I found my ways to approach her without scaring her and thanks to that I learned quite a Lot about Alchemy and shared some of my theories as well. If only there wasnt that other guy…".

Albedo:

"I know He is popular among Others but lets say I really don't like him. Talking to him is quite the pain, given how distant He is… I fear His research could pose problems If used wrong. The only thing I do enjoy are his drawings but on most Levels I see him more as someone to avoid."

Ningguang:

"The Jade chamber was one of the best visits I ever had in my Life… I wish the Tianquan allowed me to search everything there thoroughly, but oh well… Lady Ningguang is a person I look Up to, maybe even an Idol of mine. I hope one day I can become as pretty and sucessfull as her…"

Xiangling:

"We tend to work together, given as with my job as Tourist Guide I bring her many new customers during my Tours. Her good is incredible and I admire how she Experiments with everything to make it Work. I hope she makes Lessons because I could really need someone who saves my cooking…"

Xinyan:

"Because I really enjoy Rock'n'Roll I tend to bring my customers to her Concert and hope more people will find their Love for it. Xinyan is incredible and gives you so much Energy when watching her concerts.

I wish I had the confidence to go on Stage with her cause it seems quite fun."

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If you have Questions for her, ask away.

[graedari]

I am proud to introduce my new idea: “Not So Far-Far-Away” AU! A Fantasy/Medieval AU for Sanders Sides!

More info below the cut:

Meet Prince Roman and Prince Remus, heirs to the throne of a thriving kingdom.

Roman is first in line, as he was born like 2 seconds before Remus (which the two use against one another a lot either Roman claiming he should get something because he is older or Remus claiming Roman should do something because he is older)

In their kingdom, there is a tradition for the male heirs to be sent away and locked in towers to be saved by a brave knight, of which whom they would marry (female knights btw. This is an amazing backwards world where the females run the armies and the guys are the damsels in distress. Fight me)

Anyhow, Roman and Remus were sent away to towers far-far-away on their 16th birthday as tradition. Patton and Logan act as their stewards and bring food and supplies when necessary and keep tabs on them

Patton is a fae who grew up in the kingdom as he was a peace offering from the fae kingdom and somewhat a present for the birth of the twin princes

Logan is a human with a certain distaste/distrust for faes

Did I mention there’s also a Dragon Witch guarding the towers? Now I did

She’s kinda a cool aunt wine to the bois, but she also is doing her job and keeping them in the towers

3 years pass until the boys of are age to be rescued from their towers

The news spreads through the kingdom, eventually reaching the ears of one Janus

And upon hearing “Dragon Witch” immediately went to his brother with a plan

Y’see, his brother, Virgil had a curse from said Dragon Witch because their parents pissed her off.

The curse incurred on their second born son, a touch of death (i.e. whenever Virgil touches someone skin-to-skin they die)

so the two attempt to request an audience with the queen to volunteer themselves to go 

The two are not allowed an audience as only female suitors are being sent (they do want future generations for the throne y’know)

So, Janus, having dabbled in magic in previous attempts over the years to break Virgil’s curse, cast some disguise spell/magic and attempts to get an audience with the queen, now under the guise of two female knights.

Works out, and they are sent on their mission to go rescue Remus from his tower (they want a clean job of only dealing with the dragon to break Virgil’s curse and then book it out of there with/without the Prince, and if it’s the one that isn’t succeeding the throne, they’re hoping no one will care/notice if they don’t return back with said Prince after slaying the Dragon Witch)

Anyhow, the two eventually arrive at a tall, white tower where they are greeted by a prince, standing on the balcony high above, the interaction went a little something like this:

Ro: What brings you here?

Janus: We’re here to rescue you, Prince Remus!

Ro: ...

Ro: I’m Prince Roman! Prince Remus is my brother! He’s in a tower half-way across the kingdom from here!

Janus: ....

Janus who was fairly certain they agreed to go rescue Prince Remus and pretty sure they followed the map they were given properly: Are you sure?

Ro: A M   I   S U R E?!

Remus who is on the balcony of the tower adjacent and who didn’t realize that they lived in towers that were literally connected by the same central castle but heard his brother shouting: ROMAN?!

Yeah, the two idiots both assumed that the other one had been sent to towers half-way across the kingdom from one another

Anyhow, this is where I’m leaving it for now, I’ll actually doodle more plot-related points from here 👀

[fallenqueen2]

Seeing The Unseen [NaruShika]

When Naruto and Shikamaru turn 16, they gain the ability to see their soulmate’s Daemon.

Ao3 Link

Naruto was jolted out of his sleep by something heavy landing on his chest. Naruto was a second away from jumping up onto his feet, hand curled his Kunai ready for the attack but something stopped him. It wasn’t exactly a concrete feeling, but whatever had just landed on him was safe to every part of him and even the Kyuubi stayed silent, which was rare nowadays as he and Jiraiya were working on accessing his powers.

Naruto opened his eyes and was greeted by the most adorable small jet-black kitten that was curled up on his chest. The kitten was already fast asleep and was gently purring as it rose and fell with the rise and fall of Naruto’s chest.

“Oh,” Naruto whispered as he carefully, slowly cupped his hand around the small kitten and an amazed smile crossed his lips as he gently stroked the soft fur.

“What’s going on brat?” Jiraiya rumbled as he rolled onto his side, eyes blinking slowly to look at his student.

“I…My soulmate’s Daemon.” Naruto was in shock and awe as the kitten slept on unaware of the storm of emotions that it just unlocked inside of the 16-year old.

“Yeah? Congrats kid, what does it look like?” Jiraiya asked curiously as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

Only the two souls that were meant for each other could see their Daemon’s, well up until the two souls connect and then the Daemon’s would become visible.

Naruto knew that for sure as had been present when Iruka-Sensei had met Kakashi-Sensei and a large silver furred dog with one eye covered and a small brown-furred dog with a scar over its nose came into view, tackling the other happily and both of his Sensei’s had turned a bright red colour as they stared at the other in shock and happiness. Naruto and his team had to a lot of threatening that day, after all, Kakashi-Sensei was a pervert and Iruka-Sensei was amazing, but it seems it turned out okay for them after everything.

“A black kitten, it’s so cute and small,” Naruto said in a shaky voice, as his vision got blurry before he used his free hand to swipe at his eyes.

“Cute and small… What’s wrong kid?” Jiraiya didn’t remember crying when his appeared on his 16th birthday.

“I just… I didn’t think I was going to have a soulmate.” Naruto admitted as he stayed lying down, unwilling to move lest it woke his soulmate’s Daemon up and this all disappeared like a dream.

“What? Why?” Jiraiya was awake now and had a bad feeling in his gut as he watched Naruto stare at his chest with wide, glassy eyes.

“I’m me, a Jinchūriki. I just… I just didn’t think I had one.” Naruto admitted, forcing back the horrid memories of his childhood and all the cruel villagers hurting him, mocking him, telling him that no one would want a monster as a soulmate. Some things he had managed to move past but that one thing, that he wouldn’t have a soulmate, that no one would want him stuck with him.

“Jinchūriki or not, everyone has one. You deserve the happiness that your soulmate can give you, don’t doubt that Naruto.” Jiraiya set his hand on Naruto’s hair, messing it up playfully earning a familiar yelp and pout. Naruto couldn’t help but smile as the kitten on his chest peeled one brown eye and stared at him offended that Naruto had disturbed his sleep.

Naruto cradled the Daemon to his chest as he stood up and giggled as the kitten yawned cutely before scaling his shoulders and plopped down onto his head, making itself comfortable in Naruto’s spiky hair.

“It’s sleeping on my head,” Naruto informed his amused Sensei who was looking at him with fondness that Naruto wasn’t sure was directed at him.

“That makes things easier,” Jiraiya mused before he set about gathering their things up so they could leave.

Naruto lifted his hand and gently scratched the Daemon who purred happily in return and Naruto felt happier and lighter than he had in a very long time.

For days this feeling stayed burning in his chest and his fondness for his soulmate’s lazy Daemon. The kitten barely walked if it could manage to get Naruto to carry him somehow and Naruto would rarely say no, in fact, he fully enjoyed having his soulmate’s Daemon cradled in his arms or draped over his head.

However, when it came time for another session of trying to get the Kyuubi under control, the Daemon was pacing and hissing impatiently from across the clearing as the violent red Chakra whipped around Naruto and the blond fought to control it.

Naruto was only half aware of what was happening as he wrestled for control over the Kyuubi’s angry Chakra and could only dig his newly formed claws into the dirt below him. Jiraiya staggered up from where he hit a tree when one of the tails had lashed out against him.

Naruto, however, became very aware when his soulmate’s Daemon lunged across the clearing towards him and panic bubbled up in his throat at the mere thought of hurting it, hurting his soulmate and getting rejected just as he feared he would be.

His soulmate’s Daemon stood its ground, hair raised on end as it stared down Naruto and the Kyuubi with intense brown eyes. The kitten was suddenly covered in darkness as it shifted and morphed until it was the size of a panther, but the roar it let out was one that rivaled the Kyuubi.

Naruto felt the Kyuubi’s hold on him slip and that was all he needed to yank control back to his side and slam the gates shut between them. Naruto gasped and panted as he collapsed onto the ground, steam rising off of him as the Kyuubi’s Chakra faded away.

Naruto huffed when a familiar tongue touched his cheek and he managed to turn his head to the side to look up at the panther.

“Kage,” Naruto whispered finally deciding on a name and something he had been missing about the kitten, or rather panther cub clicked into place and Naruto passed out with Kage curling around him protectively.

~~/~~

Shikamaru never really made a big deal of his birthday, but he could honestly say that he would have preferred not to be leaping from tree to tree to avoid some hunter-nin on his heels. Shikamaru had once again become a decoy to lead the hunter-nin away from the rest of his team. Shikamaru wasn’t sure why he had agreed to that if he was being honest, but he didn’t have much time left to think about it.

Shikamaru swore as the branch he was about to land on broke in half thanks to one of the hunter-nin’s blowing it to pieces with a fire Jutsu. Shikamaru twisted in the air and managed to land on his feet on the ground below. Shikamaru took off in a different direction, eyes darting side to side as blurry shapes of the hunter-nin overtook him.

Shikamaru skidded to a stop just as Kunai’s dug into the dirt inches away from his feet.

“It was brave if not suicidal of you to act as a decoy,” one of the hunter-nin called out, respect in his tone even as he and the rest of his team unsheathed their Kanata’s from their backs. Shikamaru winced at the sharp blades and weighed his options. Not many of them were left as he heaved a sigh, tipping his head back to look at the night sky.

Shikamaru was coming to terms with his death on the same day he was born when someplace a clock struck the same time he had been born and the world around Shikamaru shifted.

Shikamaru was shaken off balance and landed harshly on his back as a large cloud of smoke engulfed the area. Shikamaru knew that some Daemon’s liked to make dramatic entrances; it depended on whose soul they were representing. Shikamaru had to assume that his soulmate was extra dramatic as he coughed some smoke out of his lungs.

“Oh my God,” Shikamaru whispered in shock as the smoke was flung away by nine large golden foxtails. The golden furred fox was the size of a mountain at the least and roared angrily at the hunter-nin who took one look at the massive distortion and echo of a roar that Shikamaru’s soulmate’s Daemon and took off into the forest. They knew better than to take on a massive and pissed off Daemon, they may be invisible but they could still touch and hurt those who are a threat.

The giant nine tails grunted in approval before its head turned and easily found Shikamaru. The fox’s tails flared out as if it was preening as Shikamaru stared up at it slack-jawed. Shikamaru’s limbs felt like jello and he refused to try to stand as the Daemon preened and showed off for Shikamaru.

The fox let out an earth-shaking roar before it glowed as bright as the sun and Shikamaru soon had his arms full of a smaller version of the golden nine tails. It purred as it nuzzled against Shikamaru’s cheek, tails swaying happily as Shikamaru held it closer on reflex.

“What?” Shikamaru stared at the now content mini nine tail fox curled up against his chest.

“The Kyuubi, a golden Kyuubi is my soulmate’s Daemon… That means…Naruto?” Shikamaru whispered as the pieces fell into place for him and the fox gave a pleased yip before licking his cheek playfully.

“This is going to be so troublesome, I suppose I should at least give you a name?” Shikamaru felt something warm spread in his chest at the thought that Naruto was his soulmate. Shikamaru gently pet the soft gold fur and felt a smile appear when the fox wiggled happily and blinked up at him with familiar blue eyes, hell even the whisker marks where present.

“Taiyō, the Sun.” Shikamaru decided and Taiyō yipped in approval before it clambered up to settle on Shikamaru’s shoulder, it’s small nine tails curling around his neck like a scarf.

“Let’s go find my team and go home, does that sound good Taiyō?” Shikamaru rose to his feet, glad his limbs had returned to normal and he wasn’t being hunted any longer.

Taiyō chirped and nuzzled his cheek again before turning its blue eyes towards the sky almost forlornly. Shikamaru understood almost at once what Taiyō was feeling as he felt it more often than not, which looking back should have been a major clue to who his soulmate was.

“He’ll be home soon,” Shikamaru patted Taiyō’s head, unsure if his words were truthful or not but he hoped he was right as he took to the tree’s again to meet his team at their pre-set meeting point.

~~/~~

Shikamaru had kept what form his soulmate’s Daemon had taken to himself. He knew most weren’t aware of Naruto housing the Kyuubi and it wasn’t Shikamaru’s place to reveal that. Shikamaru had grown accustomed to Taiyō wrapped around his shoulders and neck like an oversized, affectionate scarf or bouncing around at his side like a hyperactive pup. What Shikamaru hadn’t expected for Taiyō to leap off his shoulder while he was talking with Temari and bite at his pant leg, pulling him intently towards a certain street.

“Whoa, calm down!” Shikamaru muttered as he stumbled after the suddenly excited fox, waving awkwardly at Temari who was watching amused as Shikamaru was dragged away by his soulmate’s Daemon.

“Taiyō, seriously!” Shikamaru warned after he almost fell flat on his face as he was dragged around a corner.

“Kage, come back here! You’re usually so lazy, why are you now running?” A familiar if not deep voice rang out and Shikamaru froze as Naruto came into view. Naruto froze when his eyes landed on Shikamaru at the end of the small street that both of them had been dragged too.

Shikamaru could only blink as Taiyō lunged forward and the air shifted to reveal a small black cub of some sort collided with Taiyō. The two small animals yipping and nuzzling each other happily as they reunited.

“Shikamaru?” Naruto’s voice was quiet and unsure.

“…Welcome home Naruto,” Shikamaru followed Taiyō’s example and went to greet his soulmate.

“You’re… You’re really my soulmate?” Naruto’s voice was shaky as he stared at Shikamaru wide-eyed as Shikamaru stopped in front of him.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come back home for a while,” Shikamaru placed his hand on a whiskered cheek and smiled when Naruto shuddered even as he nuzzled the other’s palm much like Taiyō does.

“I…Yeah, I’m home.” Naruto sounded choked up, but Shikamaru couldn’t blame him, his throat was closing up a bit as well. Having Naruto here was like coming home in every possible way.

Naruto leaned forward and a smile crossed his lips as Shikamaru’s forehead pressed against his and their hands somehow found each other, twining together as their Daemons’ mirrored them and curled around each other finally content and complete.

~~/~~

I am undertaking the task of creating a ShikaNaru event, so please take some time and fill out this survey and think about joining the event :)

https://shikanaruweekend.tumblr.com/post/619579786207117312/shikamaru-nara-naruto-uzumaki-weekend

[awesomefan]

The Spanish Princess 2x04 Reaction

Oh, sweet Jesus did this episode piss me the HELL OFF!! Get ready everybody because it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.

Meg marrying Angus:

All she had to was wait until her son was of age to rule! Now she done lost her regency all because she couldn’t wait to get her back blown out:

 Angus: “You will write to your brother for his help?”

Meg: “I will do more than that. I will write to Catherine.”

Me:

God the fake feminism is so cringy! Just kill me already.

Catherine sending Howard after Meg despite the fact that Henry told her not to:

Anne Hastings almost shooting Maggie and William:

Wolsey playing matchmaker for Henry and Anne:

Ok, seriously, why are they making Henry out to be a selfish dickhead who didn’t give a shit about his sisters?! He fucking wrote to Meg begging her to bring her, and her children’s asses to England so they wouldn’t be killed:

Henry when Catherine told him she had Howard fetch Meg:

This bitch just don’t listen does she? All she’s doing is creating even more problems, not solving the ones they already have:

Henry on the inside the entire time:

Daddy Stafford looking might fine once again:

Wolsey and Catherine at the council meeting:

Catherine getting salty cause Lina and Oviedo ain’t got time for no bullshit drama to gossip about:

Bitch get the fuck outta here with your bullshit:

Henry when Catherine once again tries to force him to have sex with her:

Now she wanna get mad cause he doesn’t have sex with her ass:

Lina when Catherine demanded that she tell her what people were gossiping about:

You better listen to her Catherine cause you ain’t gonna like what you wanna hear:

Then this bitch gonna go on, and insult her mentally ill sister:

Henry when he realized that Catherine didn’t bleed on their wedding night:

Catherine, honey, I know you’re trying to take “control” of the situation (aka his affair), but Imma need you to learn how to read the room. Because this man is making it very clear that he don’t give a fuck about how you feel, or whether or not you approve of him having an affair:

Like seriously! This is Henry’s body language throughout the whole conversation:

Georgie is killing it in this scene. She got me crying right alongside her:

Give her back her babies you assholes!!

Howard: “You’re a fucking she wolf!”

Me:

She still a dumbass tho, but she’s Lucy from Narnia so I’ll let it slide.

Why is Maggie going so hard for Catherine?! She ain’t do nothing but get Maggie in trouble because of her bullshit ass lies:

Fake feminism once again!

Wolsey when he saw that Maggie’s plan worked:

MARY I IS BORN!:

Wait a minute...are they seriously making Catherine and Henry disappointed about her birth?! Are you fucking kidding me:

Get ready for the ranting in 3..2..1:

HENRY AND CATHERINE WERE NOT DISSAPOINTED THAT MARY WASN’T A BOY! THEY WERE FUCKING DELIGHTFUL, EXCITED, HAPPY, AND MOST OF ALL WERE EXTREMLEY THANKFUL THAT THEY FINALLY HAD A HEALTHY LIVING CHILD AFTER 4 PREGNANCIES, WHERE THERE WAS NOTHING BUT DEAD BABIES. THEY WERE NOT HOPEFUL ABOUT THIS PREGNANCY BEING A SUCCESFUL ONE, SO THEY WENT INTO IT WITH LITTLE TO NO HOPE AT ALL OF IT SUCCEEDING. GRANTED HENRY WAS A LITTLE UPSET THAT MARY WAS A GIRL, BUT HE WAS FUCKING HAPPY TO FINALLY HAVE A LIVING CHILD. HELL, MARY WAS THE 16TH CENTURY VERSION OF A RAINBOW BABY, AND IF ANYTHING HE SAW HER BIRTH AS A SIGN THAT IF THEY COULD HAVE A HEALTHY BABY GIRL THEN THEY COULD HAVE SONS! WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY SHOWRUNNERS WRITING IT AS IF THEY WERE EXTREMELY DISSAPOINTED ABOUT HER BIRTH?! WHY?!!!

Ok, let me calm down now:

They’re really going through with making Catherine a deadbeat mother:

Then this bitch got the nerve to snap at Lina, claiming that it’s her fault Henry is distancing himself from her because she accused him of cheating on her. And had it not been for Lina “shamelessly listening to such gossip” then Henry wouldn’t be mad at her:

Here I go about to rant again. BITCH YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS DEMANDING THAT LINA TELL YOU WHAT PEOPLE WERE GOSSIPING ABOUT, BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T WANT IT TO BE TRUE. YOU KNEW WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE WERE TALKING ABOUT, YOU JUST DIDN’T WANT TO BELIEVE IT. THEN YOU WANNA CLAIM THAT SHE WAS LISTENING TO THE GOSSIPING AS IF SHE WAS SOME SCHOOLGIRL WHO WAS SO EAGER TO HEAR WHAT PEOPLE WERE TALKING ABOUT. WHEN IN ACTUALITY SHE WAS TRYING TO PROTECT YOUR ASS FROM THESE RUMORS, BECAUSE SHE KNEW THE PAIN IT WOULD CAUSE YOU. YOU DUMB, SELFISH, DISRESPECTFUL ASS BITCH:

Catherine walking in on Henry having sex with Bessie:

Me throughout that whole scene:

🤣🤣🤣🤣 Karma got your ass real quick, Catherine. You sitting up here claiming Lina was intentionally trying to hurt you, when the only one who was really hurting you was your other lady-in-waiting Elizabeth ‘Bessie” Motherfucking Blount:

That’s all I got to say for this episode. It was shit. Pure and utter shit. The 2x05 review is gonna be even worse because this show KEEPS GETTING WORSE! My final words ladies and gentlemen:

[wildestdreamcatcher]

The True Story About Henry VIII's Wives part 1: Catherine of Aragon

TW: MENTIONS OF CHILDREN NOT SURVIVING BIRTH, BEING POSIONED, 

Catherine of Aragon was Queen of England and Henry VII's first wife, the two were married in June of 1509 up until 1533. Now, I'm here to yall the truth about not only their 24 year long marriage, but about Catherine herself.

Catherine was born in the Archbishop's Place in Spain, on December 16th, 1485 making her a Sagittarius. She was the youngest child of Isabella I of Castile and Ferdinand II of Aragon. As a child she was given an amazing education that many could not afford at the time. She was studying math, law, philosophy, literature, and religion. Catherine was multilingual. She could speak, read and write languages like Spanish, Latin, French, and Greek.

When Catherine was still a child, she was arranged to marry Prince Arthur who was Henry VII's older brother. She did marry Arthur on November 14th, 1501. Not even a year after this Arthur died on April 2nd, 1502 from an illness.

This is when Henry entered the picture. After the death of his brother in 1502 and his mom in 1503, Henry wanted Cathy all for himself but her father told his ass no. Eventually she and Henry did get married on June 11th, 1509. Her coronation was on June 23rd, 1509 shortly after Henry became king himself

Henry and Catherine actually had a decent marriage. He appointed her as regent and she was overseeing a battle with the Scottish while she was heavily pregnant because Henry was away at war. Their decent marriage would eventually go down the drain.

Now, it is important to know that Catherine had fertility issues. For brief description she had six pregnancies and only one ended successfully. After 5 years of trying for a successful and healthy baby, Catherine gave birth to a daughter named Mary in the winter of 1596 but Henry was not happy at all. 

He was pissed off about the fact that he didn’t have a legitimate male heir. Henry would always throw this up in Catherine’s face but things only got worse in 1522. 1522 was the year when Anne Boleyn was hired as Catherine’s lady in waiting. 

Henry was obsessed with Anne Boleyn, but Anne refused to even think about doing anything with him unless he divorced Catherine and married her. Henry also liked the fact that Anne could give him a male heir.

Henry’s ass was trying to prove that his and Catherine's marriage was sinful. Henry VIII said that the reason why their marriage was sinful was because he “had broken God’s law by marrying his brother’s widow”. 

Catherine was rightfully pissed off at this, she knew that she was the Queen of England. She swore until her dying day that she never wanted to marry Arthur. Henry then decided that he was going to try and convince her to join a convent and spend the rest of her life as celibate nun. She told off Henry’s ass by saying and I quote “God never called me to a nunnery. I am the King’s true and legitimate wife.” 

This messy divorce ended with Henry becoming head of the church so he could marry Anne and get his marriage to Catherine of Aragon annulled. Henry banished Catherine from his court. Not only did he ban her from his court, he also banned Catherine from ever seeing or speaking to their daughter Mary. Catherine risked getting in major trouble for treason just so she could write her letters!

Now fast forward to 1535. Catherine’s health was getting worse and worse. She knew she was going to die soon, so she wrote her final letter to Henry VII. In this letter she tells him how he wronged her but she also apologizes to him. 

In this letter Catherine writes “For my part, I pardon you everything, and I wish to devoutly pray God that He will pardon you also.” 

Unfortunately Catherine of Aragon died at age 50 on January 7th, 1536 in Kimbolton castle. There’s rumors that she was poisoned by Henry or Anne but it’s thought she died of heart cancer. A sadder theory is that she died of a broken heart, which honestly I wouldn’t doubt.

Here’s a portrait of Catherine of Aragon

 @cult-of-atittes​