#is gonna preach to us? Okay. sure

[bethrnoora]

among others anfisa definitely is That Girl who thinks she's the voice of reason esp with hiisi but it's like. girl just because you don't kill people For A Living doesn't make you any less weird and insane. your anything-goes attitude towards magic-related experiments and the lengths you're willing to go to to obtain obviously forbidden knowledge has not gone unnoticed by the public of skyrim please be serious

[aliceramblez]

Dating The BroZone Brothers 🎤🎶

Tags: Gender-neutral reader, Fluff, Some Angst (mostly for Branch lol), Also Broppy isn't canon here, obviously. But I love them dearly so don't come at me!

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John Dory

We all know this man is a bit self-centered, and that doesn't stop at your relationship.

He'll find any opportunity to show off for you— anything from singing, to dancing, to just his ‘incredible leadership skills that make him the perfect boyfriend!’

He also definitely introduced himself as a member of the old boy band BroZone, which you may or may not have heard of, which may or may not have left him flabbergasted.

Despite all his faults though, John Dory will do his best to be a good partner for you. It's what you deserve, after all!

Keeping you safe from wild creatures, making sure you're always happy because he loves your smile, and also being the overprotective boyfriend who'll square off against anyone who even dares to make you uncomfortable even if they're 10x his size.

Small detail, but he also loves the fact that Rhonda took a liking to you instantly.

“She knows how to pick the good ones,” he'd say with a wink.

Talks about his brothers CONSTANTLY, but always in a way that makes it seem like he doesn't care and that it's their fault the band broke up in the first place. He obviously really cares about them, though.

Some nights, he'll reflect and regret all the stuff he said and did to them, and wishes he could go back and make it right. You reassure him through most of it, trying to convince him that he was young and just didn't know any better.

He stares at you in awe and disbelief because how could ANYONE think that what he did was justifiable? Abandoning his younger siblings all because of his stupid ego and personal insecurities.

“I really don't deserve you...”

Give him some time he's just emotionally constipated.

Also you BET he's gonna show you off to his brothers once they're reunited, so just let him. He just wants the most important people in his life to meet.

You can also expect them to try and embarrass John Dory with stories from their childhood, so be ready to have a good laugh as your boyfriend plots for murder in the background.

Spruce/Bruce

Probably the one who's best equipped to be in a relationship out of everyone in the group.

He is a family man, after all.

Speaking of which, if you think him settling down in the movie and having kids of his own was cute, it really is! But that just indicates that he has a way with children.

If you have a child or younger sibling, expect them to get dotted and taken care of to DEATH by this man.

He may not have been the sensitive one of the group, but was definitely the most reliable of the eldest, so he's got experience handling little trouble makers that come his way.

He still opens a cantina in Vacay Island, which is where you two met for the first time, and so you help run it occasionally whenever you have the chance. And even though you don't go there 24/7, all the regulars just think that you're the co-owner since you're dating Bruce.

You're the one who finds out that he's actually ‘Spruce’, the member of old boy band BroZone. You just happened to stumble upon an old record he kept in his room, and after confronting him about it, he reluctantly confirms your suspicions.

It was hard to recognize him since he was much older now and his body had definitely... grown over the years.

Bruce doesn't like preaching about those days, since he's quite embarrassed of the ‘immature ladies man’ he used to be back then.

But he won't deprive you of them either, since he'll happily share any stories on his misadventures with his brothers, funny backstage incidents, etc.

He misses them dearly and wishes they're all doing okay.

Two words: Hopeless. Romantic.

He's ‘The Heart Throb’ for a reason.

Roses, chocolates, dances— he can do it all!

Bruce will always make time in his busy schedule to spend time with you, taking you on dates to your favorite spots around the island, getting you meaningful gifts, and just overall expressing his love for you in any way he can.

He loves singing to you because it always serenades you and it puts a smile on his face.

People always joke that he's going to propose to you out of the blue one of these days, which always leaves him a flustered mess, but he never denies either.

“What can I say? I might be waiting for the perfect opportunity...”

Clay

Poor baby doesn't know what he's doing but he's trying, okay?

The two of you meet in the abandoned Bergen Golf Course, where you and Viva welcome him with open arms, and everything pretty much plays as in the movie, except that he really likes spending time with you and ONLY you, which he doesn't quite understand?

You're the one to ask him out cause otherwise you'd be playing this back and forth forever. He says yes.

He's never had a partner before, so he's justifiably worried that he'll mess up in some way, or that you'll end up finding him too boring after a while.

This becomes much more apparent after a particular bad night, in which after mumbling incoherently because of a nightmare, you find out that he has brothers and used to be in a boy band.

He doesn't open up about it at first, so you give him some space and reassure him that you'll be there when he needs you. Just give him some time and he'll tell you eventually.

He talks about how he could never be himself, since he was always expected to be ‘The Fun One’, and now he's basically tried to become the complete opposite in hopes of gaining some control over his life.

But he also worries that others will think he's too dull, and that he just isn't interesting enough to be around. Especially you.

You immediately take his face in your hands and look him in the eyes.

“I fell in love with Clay. Not ‘The Fun Troll from BroZone’ Clay. Also, you're fun in your own way!”

He basically falls for you all over again after hearing this.

After that, he becomes slightly less uptight and allows himself to enjoy the little things. You sometimes actually catch him dancing when he thinks no one's looking and you find it's the most adorable thing in the world, even after he realizes he's not alone and wants the earth to swallow him whole.

“Don't mind me, I'mma just crawl in a hole for a while...”

“No, no- Babe, it was amazing! I loved it! Pleaseeee show me more!”

Overall, he's a pretty good boyfriend all things considered.

He's incredibly overprotective of you, and will always give you advice and tools he thinks will be helpful if you're thinking of venturing outside of the Golf Course.

He asks Viva for dating advice CONSTANTLY and she DOES NOT let him live it down. Of course she has good ideas, though.

He'll pretty much do anything for you, even if it means going out of his comfort zone.

Floyd

Another great candidate for being in a good relationship.

Need I explain myself with this man?

His entire personality revolves around being caring and understanding, so he's definitely always on the lookout for anything that makes you sad or uncomfortable and will fix it ASAP.

Floyd is the kind of person who will ask for consent with pretty much anything you do— from holding your hand, to kissing you, to giving you a hug; he will ALWAYS make sure that you're okay with it even if you've given him the green light in the past.

He's not huge on PDA due to his somewhat shy nature, but if you are, he'll try his best to keep up with you.

This doesn't mean he dislikes physical affection, in fact it's his love language. He'll go out of his way to try and sneak in as many hugs as possible throughout the day and maybe a kiss or two if you'll allow it, which of course you do.

You also try your best to get involved in his own interests, because that's only fair after everything he does for you.

It isn't until one day that he sings for you that you compliment him and he nonchalantly comments that he used to be in a band when he was a teenager.

Cue the reveal of him having four brothers and you begging him to tell you all about them.

Which he does, but you can't help but notice the melancholic expression on his face, so you immediately stop him and apologize for being pushy on the matter and that he doesn't have to share anything he doesn't want to talk about.

He only looks at you with a small smile and shakes his head.

“No, I'm glad you asked. I haven't talked about them in years, so I like remembering the good times, even if they're in the past now.”

So he'll go on and on about them, one by one, and go into excruciating detail about what kind of person they are and what he loves about them. He's especially fond of his little brother Branch, based on everything he tells you.

When he gets kidnapped by Velvet and Veneer, you immediately go to Branch for help.

Once you're reunited, you two basically run to each other and hug with tears streaming down your eyes.

“Did they hurt you?!”

“No, I'm okay! Did they hurt you?!”

“Who cares?”

“I do!”

Floyd is then incredibly happy to introduce you to his brothers, who begin to affectionately tease him about getting himself a partner and you happily step in to protect him from any unwanted bullying.

You also tell him that you like the new hairdo, which only causes him to giggle and kiss your forehead affectionately.

Honestly you guys probably have the healthiest relationship out of the whole group.

Branch

I was really debating whether to include him or not since there's many Branch Reader Inserts out there, but I don't wanna leave my baby out so here we are!

You have a classic childhood friends to lovers situation with him, since you've known him ever since he was a member of BroZone, only being about a year older than him.

You'd help him practice for his concerts and would always give him pep talks whenever he felt worried that he'd ruin the show.

You're basically his number one fan— never missing a concert even if it meant dragging your parents with you so they'd let you get in.

The moment the group disbands and Branch is left all alone, you're there for him and wait alongside him for his brothers to return, reassuring him that ‘siblings would never break a promise’.

Cue his whole childhood trauma and him losing his colors, but it's only because of you that he doesn't completely isolate himself from society. He still builds his bunker though, since he's pretty much scarred for life thanks to the Bergens.

Just like with Clay, you're the one who takes initiative and asks him out, and he's just left gaping like a fish because why would you want someone like HIM?

After reuniting with John Dory, he's also dotting you about how big you've gotten and treats you like a baby, which actually irks Branch much more than it does to him.

He makes sure to remind his brothers that you both are grown adults, thank you very much.

Once the band gets back together, you kinda become a manager of some kind and help them in organizing their performances. Branch is eternally grateful and thanks you for staying by his side all these years.

[hiimnothere1]

Sub/Dom Dynamic Red (and Green) Flags

Hey gang. Welcome to HiImNotHere’s random ass crack ass post about dynamic red (and green) flags. I’ll do my best to let YOU, the reader know about what (in my opinion) a good and bad dynamic is. Am I the objective truth preaching gospel? Absolutely (the fuck not).

I’m far from perfect, and have been the problem many times before. It is however important to identify these problems and hopefully spread a little knowledge to help others out. So, with my sudden motivation and ability to write and organize things like a STEM Major, I’ll do my best to give at the very least, a general idea of a dynamic.

If you’re still horny scrolling, keep going and come back later if you want. Idk. I’m not your dad.

Disclaimer:

I am in no way shape or form am saying this is objectively a document you should follow to the T. It is just something I wanted to type up for fun, and maybe help some people out. A lot of these lessons have been taught the hard way as I’m half stupid, other half watching paint dry :)

Overview:

What a Dynamic is

General Red (and Green) Flags

Give and Take

Situations That Might Happen

What is a Dynamic?

A dynamic is a way 2 consenting ADULTS interact within a BDSM relationship, scene, or group (kinky mfs). I’ve found it easier to describe as a train ride with the dom being a conductor of the train, determining where to go, how fast, and how long and are responsible for making sure the subs are having a good time :)

So, having said that, it is important to establish a few things before entering a dynamic such as:

Kinks and limits

What you’re looking for

Go and No Go’s (safe words)

Boundries

Kinks and Limits

It’s as it says. Figure out what kinks you’re both, ones that only one of you like and are willing to entertain, and the ones that are off limits absolutely not gonna happen.

For example, I really like degrading, am willing to tolerate some kinks, but will absolutely not do anything involving scat.

But, discuss it with them

What you’re looking for

Establishing what you’re looking for is important to prevent people in the dynamic from getting hurt. One might be looking for fun while the other might be looking for a relationship. I’m sure we all know how that ends up. So, discuss it

Go and No Gos (safe words)

Establishing safe words is super important. I’m aware of some individuals that enjoy it when the safe word is forcefully prevented from being used, but that NEEDS TO BE DISCUSSED.

Safe words are not something to be “challenged” or prevented as it’s supposed to be a way for anyone to get out of an uncomfortable situation.

A fairly common one is the traffic light system with RED YELLOW GREEN (they don’t have yellow)

If you’re meeting someone new and are getting really into it, just slip it in right before you start like “Say red if you ever wanna stop okay?” Or “The safe word is red”

Don’t be a fucking weirdo and disrespect safe words.

Boundries

It’s the dos and don’ts outside of a scene. Sometimes, people wanna keep this and that separate, so respect it. Discuss it beforehand or at some point what you’re comfy and not comfy doing. Pictures and videos are often a boundary that is established. Others might include time when one is available or even simply just being told “hey, don’t call me a whore”.

There are often reasons things happen, and it’s up to them if they wanna tell it or not.

General RED and GREEN flags

Some people for some reason are blind or even color blind when it comes to these things. Maybe it’s their first dynamic or even just think red is a lucky color or something. Regardless, here are some red and green flags for both sides.

Ahem

RED FLAGS

Disrespects or continues when you say “no”.

Pretty self explanatory but a big one. If you say “no” or “not rn” and they keep pressing, it’s a pretty big red flag. If they disrespect your “no” what else might they disrespect?

Hits you up only for horny

Maybe it’s something you’ve already established that you’re okay with. In that case, disregard this.

But in the situations you agreed to go more and they only hit you up to be like “shiii bbg I’m feelin it rn you tryna do smth??”, I have bad news for you.

Its a red flag

Ghosting mid scene

For my long distance people, if you’re both committed to a scene and one starts responding slower and slower I’ve found that it’s one big ass red flag. For the people that do this, I will fight you.

You’ve both started a scene. Please commit to it.

The only exception to this is if both parties agree after it’s been established beforehand that there might be something to cause the responses to be slow.

Mentally unstable (with no attempts or intent to get better)

This is mainly for the subs but still applies to the doms as well. Unfortunately, I’ve seen subs get into dynamics with mentally unstable subs and it causes them to be in a mentally and/or physically abusive relationship. Im sure someone somewhere has a story to share.

I’ve seen it actually work out once but they had a VERY long journey of self improvement.

Some people need to be in a dynamic to have someone hold them accountable. That’s fine. But, those that get into it without the desire at all to improve often use it as an outlet. This makes doms that enter a dynamic for this reason SUPER DANGEROUS

It’s okay to have a few things wrong with you. But, the lack of a desire to improve is one of the biggest red flags out there. Hopefully I worded it well and it makes sense. If it doesn’t, I’ll be in the back of the local Wendy’s and you can shank me

Green Flags

Communicates

I’m sure you’ve noticed it but there’s gonna be a running theme which is discussing and communication. Being able to hold an uncomfy yet needed conversations are extremely important rather than playing the guessing game.

Gives aftercare

After a scene is done, it’s pretty good if they give aftercare. Normally aftercare is a sign that they are interested more in than just horny which is an absolute banger.

Someone you can vibe with

Super vague, but if you’re able to find someone you can give out with, it is extremely nice to have. It is an absolute wonder chatting the night away with someone you can vibe with.

Is named “HiImNotHere1”

Jk lmao

Give and Take

These kinds of dynamics are a give and take. Doms and subs feed into each other to help each other have a good time. However, doms are not kink dispensers and subs are not punching bags to take kinks out on.

The overall goal is for it to be enjoyable for the both of you. So, make sure you both do your best to ensure the other person is having a good time.

Situations that might happen

At some point, things happen where one person can’t continue it or someone fucks up. It happens.

The most important thing is communication. It might be uncomfortable to communicate things but it is SUPER important that you do. Maybe a scene went really bad or something bad triggered. Don’t let it be out there in the air and communicate it to each other to prevent it from happening again.

Wrap up

Did I get lazy at the end? Yes. It’s 4 AM and I have work soon. If there’s any take away, here:

Communicate.

Uncomfortable conversations make strong bonds. Strong bonds lead to super hot sexy times.

Alright ima pass out. Hopefully you learned something cool or whatever. Let me know

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Hiiii👋 sorry for taking so long to post I've been really busy with school and sports . So I really haven't had that much time. But since it's fall break I've managed to make this so sorry if it feels rushed. But anyway I just wanted to say thanks for all the likes and new followers I really never thought anyone would like my writing. So thank you guys for all the compliments. Any way this is the next part of the series I've made and I still haven't came up with a name so if you guys do please tell me. Thanks for reading and enjoy!💗

Notes: were gonna act like Jason never died and that it's okay for him to be seen with the batfam. Bruce and Talia are married in this.

Warnings: Yandere themes. ( Their not really yandere yet). Not proofread.

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"Hey honey, you girls sung beautifully today." Lolas mother says giving you a hug. Just like she usually does after each service.

"Thank you miss keene." You reply. You had always liked Lolas mom. She was kind and kind of clumsy. She was never nown to be on time or to be perfect. But somehow she was always happy ,always content. She never gave you a false smile like others did. Her love was genuine. Like her heart.

Just like you and Lola were best friends so are your mother's. You had known Lola all your life. Lola had been their through everything. And you trusted her blindly. Just like she trusted you blindly.

So it was no surprise to anyone what Lola had asked her mother. "Mama, can I stay at y/n house tonight. I know tomorrow's Monday but we promise not to stay up late." Lola says with a slight pout trying to convince her mother.

Just like you are your father's baby. Lola was her mother's baby. Her mother's only baby. Lolas father had left when Lola was three ,and Her mother never looked for another man. Decideding that she was better off just her and Lola.

" Well did your mother say yes ,baby." Lolas mother says looking at you.

"Yep!" You say happily. You knew lolas mother would say yes , she always did. "Well than I suppose it'll be alright." She says. "Thank you ,mama." Lola says giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you misses keene." You say coping lolas action. Lolas mother smiles widely at the act of affection.

"Your welcome girls ,but let's not forget we still have to go help set up the food." Lolas mother says.

"Of course mama well meet you in there." Lola says and her mother begins walking off. "Yesssssss! finally we haven't had a sleep over in like three years." Lola says grabbing your arm and slowly walking towards the church kitchen.

You laugh at her childish antics. "It's been 2 weeks Lola." You reply slowly walking towards the kitchen with Lola. "Same thing." Lola says in a 'matter a factly.' tone. Slightly rolling your eyes at Lolas childish ways ,you smile as you see your grandpa slowly approaching you two.

"Hey, papa your service was really good today. One of your best one ever!" You say given your grandpa a hug. Lola quickly follows your actions. "Yep! definitely one of your best ones."

"You girls are too kind. But you know it isn't me who's talking. It's Jesus talking through me!" Your grandpa says passionately. "Yes grandpa but it also take a good man for Jesus to talk through."

Your grandpa offers you a kind smile at your words. "Well thank you girls but by any chance have you seen the Wayne's? I truly hope I didn't scare them off." Your grandpa says looking around worried.

"I'm sure you didn't pastor. They might just be in the bathroom or something." Lola says trying to reassure your grandpa. "I suppose you girls are right but I'll continue to look for them. Please tell me if you see them. I want them to stay to eat with us." Your grandpa says as he walks away looking for the Wayne's.

"Sometimes I think your grandpas just too nice for his own good. I mean did you see the evil looks that they were giving him when he was preaching? For being rich the obvious have no class." Lola says watching your grandpa walk away.

"Yeah I know." You say gentle pulling her arm so she'll begin walking with you towards the kitchen.

"Whatcha need help with mama?" You say with a small smile. You know your mom hates it when you don't speak proper. So that's why you do it so often. You mother obviously heard you because your standing right across from her. She sends you a warning look and then sadly she ignores you and continues settings up the tables.

You sigh knowing that your obviously defeated and that she isn't in a playing mood right now. "OK, ok, mama what do you need help with?" You say hoping you didn't make her upset.

Your mother sighs and looks up at you. "We'll you can help set up the other tables. If you don't mind baby. The forks and plates are in that container." Your mother says pointing at the white container. " I don't mind at all." You say offering your mother a more genuine small. To which she returns. "Thank you baby. " Your mother says. You turn around going to grab the white container. "Y/n." You mother says with cuases you turn back around.

"Have some manners please. We have guest." Your mother says nodding in a direction. You turn your head in the direction that you mother was mentioning and you see them. You see the Wayne's.

You sigh 'why are they staying!!' You say in your head. Looking at them a little longer you see why they stayed. Your grandpa. Unlucky enough your grandpa sat them at the table were your family usually sits. So you'll definitely be sitting by them.

You groan in response to what your mother says and mutter a quite " yes ma'am." As a reply

Turning back around and grabbing the white container. You begin to set up the remaining tables.

Finally finishing setting up the tables you look up and see that the they Wayne's are staring directly at you ,again. You would have thought that you catching them would make them look away ,but it doesn't. You stare back but not with the glare that they give you ,no. Your too kind for that. You simply look at them amused.

Why where they looking at you? They didn't break they eye contact. So you did it was just to embarrassing looking at them for so long! You don't know how they could look at you for so long and not be embarrassed. Maybe it was true what Lola had said. They have no class....

Looking around you saw that the food was set up and they tables. You saw most people were already sat in their usual seats and others still finding their seats. Still looking around you felt a light tap on your arm. Looking down it was riley your little brother.

"Mama said that you need to go say the foods ready." You brother says trying to whisper. Sadly you brother doesn't know how to whisper so your sure most people heard. " ok." You whisper back.

You hated announcing things. And you didn't know why your mother made you do it. We'll you did know why she made you do it. You were her first child so she wanted you to take her place in the church when you got older. But still she knew you hated speaking infront of others ,and yet she always made you do it.

Walking in front of everyone you began feeling nervous. But just like always you were able to compose yourself. You stand infront of everyone with a blinding smile and a cheerful aura. All eyes are on you. Carefully you grab the microphone and turn it on.

Bring the microphone to you mouth you begin to speak. " Hi everyone." You say and everyone slightly giggles at your shyness.

Clearing your throat you start agian. "I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who prepared this food. Some didn't prepare food but they helped set up. And really none of this would be possible if it weren't for them. So let's give them around of applause." You say clapping your hand and soon enough everyone claps with you.

Once the claps come to a stop you say what you had initially came to say. "Also the food is ready so please make you way up in a line so that you can get your food. But hey let's be mindful of our guest and let them go first. That's all thank you." You say setting down the microphone and going to your table.

Making your way to your table Lola stops you. " Hey girl you good? You look like your sweating bullets?" Lola questions but you wave off her concern. "Yeah I'm good. It's just hot in here. I think I need some air." You say walking past her. You leave at out of the church kitchen and begin making your way to the front door. Lolas quick to follow you though. Once outside the big church you feel the cold air hit your skin. 'Maybe it would have been best to bring a jacket' you think to yourself.

Lola being the kind girl she was was right behind you. Watching your every move. "Are you alright." Lola asked with concern. "I'm alright." You say. You sigh in disappointment. This was nothing knew to you or Lola. You both new how much you struggled with talking infront of people. You could act all fine when you began speaking but after you were done. It was like all that anxiety that you kept in you while you spoke hit you loke a tsunami.

"Just breath." Lola says gently rubbing your back. And you know that if anyone else was here you'd probably would begin to cry out of embarrassment. But fortunately for you it was Lola who was here. Lola had seen you at your best and had been there for you at your worst. There was nothing you could keep from Lola and nothing she could keep from you.

You feel better at her comforting words and offer her a small but genuine smile. "Thanks." You say now feeling ten time better. "No problem." She says offering you a kind smile back." I don't know why I get like this. It's really not even that deep. It's just plain dumb I mean it's not like im still a baby. " You say looking down.

Lola sighs at your words she hates when you talk yourself down in any kind of way. "If it makes you feel like this then it's not dumb. It's emotional N/n and you can't control your emotions... like remember the first time we did the talent show together. And how I threw up before we went on."

You scoff at her words "You were seven back then." You say looking at her. "Yeah but I still feel like that sometimes and when I do ,do you ever tell me it's dumb how I feel?" She questions and she does have a point but it was different with her ,atleast in your eyes it was. "No but-" you try to speak but she cuts you off. "No buts emotions are emotions and we can't control that but do you know what we can control?" She asks with her eye brow raised. "What?" you asks

"How much we pig out on misses yeshas ham and turkey." She says lightly nudging you. You laugh at her words knowing how serious she is. You two did love misses yeshas ham and turkey. You take a look around and see all the beautiful white snow on the ground and see the beautiful oak trees around you. And you feel peace agian. Standing there with your best friend who knew you better then anyone was truly a blessing because no one could cheer you up like her , no one...

"Let's go in." You say and at your words she grabs your hand and smiles brightly. "Oh thank goodness any longer and my mom probably would have eaten all the food" Lola jokes but you know her mom does have quite the appetite. But you can't judge because so does your dad.

Walking into the big church the warm air greets you kindly. No longer feeling how you once felt. Another emotion began taking its place,hunger. Walking into the churches dinning room you see that most people already have there plates while others are still waiting to get theirs. No one notices you and Lola walk in and you doubt anyone notices that you two left.

You and Lola walk over to the short line and patiently wait your turn. Looking over at your table you see that your family already has there plates and so do the Wayne's. Your father catches you Looking and nods his head. Silently asking if you were alright. You smile back and nod your head telling him you were alright. You suppose someone did notice you leave.

Once you and Lola had gotten your plates you walk to your table and sit where you usually sit. You sat beside your father and Lola by her mother. Usually you and Lola would be seated right across from eachother but since the Wayne's were here someone else was sat infront of you. And thank goodness it was your favorite wayne. "Wow can you really eat all of that?" Tim questioned pointing at your plate. And quickly Tim catches what he had said. "No not like that it's just that! I um I don't know why I said that I'm not calling you fat or anything. Omg why do I talk like this. " and you aren't sure if Tim's talking to you or himself anymore.

You laugh slightly at how embarrassed he looks "It's alright I know what you mean." You say with a smile and he sighs no longer feeling like he offended you. "Thank God." He says and your face turns into one of concern. He notices the change in your mood. "Did I say something wrong." He questions not knowing what he did. "It's just that we try not to use God's name in vain." You say quietly. "Oh! I'm sorry this is a church I should have known better. I'm sorry." He says looking a little embarrassed.

"It's alright you didn't know." You say and he looks relieved to her you say that. You continue to eat in silence. It's comforting silence unlike before.

You don't want to ask this question but it's making you go crazy not knowing the answer so you decide to ask anyway. "Do you mind me asking you something?" You question hoping he says yes. "Sure." He says looking happy that you broke the silence. " when you introduced yourself you said that your name was Tim drake. So is your last name wayne or drake?" You ask.

He seem to perk up at the question as if he's excited to answer. "I'm adopted. So my lasts name is actually drake because I didn't want to change it." He answered. "Oh!" You say shocked. You suppose that did make the most since. Because he didn't really look like his parents. None of the kids really did except for the youngest one. You wanted to ask if they all were adopted but that would be to straight forward and rude.

Feeling slightly embarrassed you look at your food. Decideding not to look at Tim ,you begin eating again. " Um if you don't mind me asking How old are you?" Tim asks and your glad that he broke the awkward silence. "I'm sixteen." You say with a smile.

He smiles as you speak almost as if he loves hearing you talk. You can't help but feel a little flattered by how he's looking at you but you brush it off as his way of looking at people. "And how old are you?" you ask. Hoping he doesn't mind the question.

" I'm seventeen." He says and you offer a hum as a response. You continue eating in silence looking anywhere but him. 'You just met this man. You can't just fall in love with him.' you say in your head.

Looking at the church's dining room you feel the peaceful atmosphere. The pastel colors of the room and the sound of people talking is kind of peaceful. The smell of food and your father's strong colone is all you can smell. And yet it's peaceful. Maybe the Waynes being here wasn't so bad. Atleast Not with the wayne sitting in front on you. You finish eating and your going to put away your plate when you see your uncle stand up to announce something.

You watch as he stands up and clears his throat. We'll everyone's watching him now. Everyone I just got a message saying that we all need to head home there a blizzard coming and it won't be safe to drive when it hits so we need to go home now. Please throw away your trash and we'll clean up the rest later. You uncle says and gasp are heard all around the room. It truly isn't that surprising though since there usually are blizzards during this tim of the year.

Standing up you grab your playe and through it away. And everyone does the same. Your eyes go to your grandpa because he's usually the one trying to lock everything up right now. But he continues to talk to the Wayne's. You walk up next to him being curious as to what's so important to tall about that he's not help clean up. "It's far to dangerous to go back to gotham right now you can stay with me and my wife." Your grandpa says but bruce is quick to decline but your grandpa is far to persuasive to take no for an answer. "With do respect I wouldn't be able to sleep if I knew you and your family were driving in bad weather. Please stay with me and my wife just until the weather clears up. We have plenty of space."

Bruce doesn't say anything and just considers it. Talia grabs Bruce's arm and nods at him silently telling him to agree. Bruce sighs before he begins speaking. "Just until the weather clears up."

Your grandpas face lights up and he nods his head. "Yes just until the weather clears up. Come on we better get going before the blizzard hits us and we're stuck here." Your grandpa says.

You groan quietly to yourself. 'Why does grandpa have to be like this.' you mutter under your breath so no one can hear you.

If only you didn't live right next to your grandparents then this wouldn't be your problem, but sadly you did live next to your grandparents. So you knew exactly how this would go. This wasn't the first time your grandparents (actually just your grandpa) offered a random family a room to sleep in. So you knew what would happen.

You'd be the one helping them unpack and help them feel completely since you were younger and your grandparents couldn't do much. And since you just lived right beside them it wouldn't bother you to help would it? That's how they saw it atleast and your parents saw it the same way. On the bright side though you'd get some of your grandma's cookies that she made for you to eat eventide you came and helped them.

Looking around almost everything was picked up already and the rest could be left until the storm had passed. Feeling a light tap on the shoulder you turn around to see Lola with a pout clearly on her face. "My mom said I can't spend the night because of the blizzard." Lola says with a pout. "Oh no. Well I guess that does make sense." You say your face mimicking her own. She nods "Yeah I guess." She says shrugging her shoulders.

"Well I gotta go. I'll call ya later ,okay." She says giving you a hug. You hug her back. " okay." You say. You stand there for a moment once she starts walking away "be safe!" You say watching her walk away. "Always am!" She says back still walking away.

Soon enough your in your dad's truck driving to your house. The car ride home is mostly silent other than the small talk your mother and father have... And your little brother ,Riley, seems to have fallen back asleep...

Finally arriving home you see your grandparents pull into their driveway and behind them is the Wayne's..

Groan you get out of your father's truck and you sigh knowing your mother is already looking at you but deciding to test your luck you meet her gaze. " Stop buying time N/n go help your grandparents" with a dramatic sigh you reluctantly walk over to your grandparents house.

Pulling your coat tighter around yourself you walk up to your grandparents and the Wayne's and you don't know if your grandparents are just slow or you walk very fast... but by the time you reach their porch their trying to unlocking the door ...

You smile as you reach the porch and you can tell all eyes are on you. The Wayne's seem curious as to why your here and your grandma just smiles at you.. while your grandpa tries to unlock the old house door.

After a little bit of time and embarrassment your grandpa finally opens the door. Your grandpa smiles as he opens the door and holds it open for everyone to walk through. Stepping into your grandparents old home you feel the warmth the home provides and you sigh in relief.

The Wayne's look around at the big old house .. it was probably different then the houses in gotham you think to yourself. Your grandpa closes the door and with a warm smile he starts speaking.

"We have plenty of rooms for you and your family. So please make yourself at home." Your grandpa says with a smile. You sigh knowing what your grandpa is going to say next.

"Come now why don't we go talk and my granddaughter can show the kids around the house." Your grandpa says to the adults like he always does. So like usual the adults go with your grandparents to drink some tea or coffee. While you show the kids around. 'Just like clock work.' you think to yourself .

The kids (well more like teens and young adults) turn to you and just like your grandpa you show them a warm smile.

Maybe you shouldn't have shown them a warm smile now that you think of it. Because now that's all they long to see. And they'll stop at nothing to have that warm smile directed at them. And only them.

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Thanks for reading!

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[ccieatchildren]

OKAY BUT THE CALLUM WHUMP IN THE DRAGON PRINCE SEASON 5!!!

Specifically S5 E8.

First, just him being locked away in the captain’s cabin, isolated and tortured by Finnegrin for the dark magic info.

And him absolutely refusing to reveal anything right now, laughing at Finnegrin for what he sees as a hypocritical thought process, because it would go against his morals and he doesn’t want to give Finnegrin the ability to kill Domina Profundis.

Finnegrin taunting him about his dark magic usage, typical villain spiel of asking if Callum has never thought about it or wanted/needed to use it. Learning that Callum has studied it extensively (and though Callum points out that he has also studied the other types, his curiosity always seems to get the better of him) and has once used it, to save his friends. Finnegrin taking this information in and twisting it on the boy. The defeated way Callum gets pushed out by Finnegrin, seeing all his friends chained up and having to make a “decision” for Finnegrin.

Finnegrin forcing Callum to choose one of his friends' hand to cut off. Not being able to choose anyone, and the gang standing up for each other, offering their own hands. Preaching the love and friendship deal, only to peeve off Finnegrin even more, who tries to goad Callum into using dark magic once again. You can see the way he actually thinks about it, the guilt in his eyes but also the determination to save his friends. Only for Rayla to escape, making sure to take any option for dark magic out of Callum's hands. I believe if Rayla hadn't intervened, Callum would've eventually gone through with it, as the main thing holding him back was said guilt and own mental blockage. Finnegrin then freezing Rayla's blood, putting her in excruciating pain, and Callum, doing a full 180, goes batshite over Rayla being tortured, decking Finnegrin full force in the face. He is calm when faced with his own pain, but when someone he loves is hurt, especially due to his inability to do anything, he immediately loses his temper.

However, this small win ends them back up at square one, with Callum tied up and at the captain's mercy. When Finnegrin tells him that he's gonna feed Rayla to the leviathan, and Callum can't do anything, he immediately gives up the info, thinking that would save her. Only for Finnegrin to turn around and go "nuh-uh," completely destroying him.

He can't even save the person he loves. Callum may have primal magic (one or two of the arcanum depending on how you want to look at it), but he still can't do anything; he is completely useless in this moment. Realizing this, all hope drains out of him, and he does the only thing he can think of, spill the beans. He begins to break his principles by telling Finnegrin the dark magic spell (one of the darkest spells at that), in hopes of him releasing Rayla, only for it to backfire and be completely for nothing. Now, not only can he not save Rayla, but now Finnegrin can kill Domina Profundis. The guilt weighs even harder on him, he has essentially doomed everyone.

Then, Callum gets out, stands up to Finnegrin, using his own arcanum against him, gaining said arcanum at the same time (also, I just really love how he figured it out, using Finnegrin's words against him, and the idea behind the ocean arcanum is just very fun, I just really liked this moment), and save his homies.

So, everything turns out fine, right? Nope!

Callum had to use dark magic to get out, preforming the same snake chain spell he had before on his restraints. When he was all out of options, Callum always reverts back to what he knows, even if it might break his morals. And while this action is totally justifiable, as he basically had to, Callum doesn't really seem to see it that way. Despite knowing that there are parts of himself he can't understand, he still is riddled with grief over it. The deep pain and guilt on his face as he hugs Rayla, not telling her or anyone else what he had to do to get out, shows us that he believes he had committed a grave sin. In his eyes, he is just as bad as Viren and Claudia, and he is still dealing with the PTSD of being possessed by Aaravos, of having the chance to turn completely to the dark side. This paranoia and anxiety makes him keep everything to himself. He doesn't think they would understand or forgive him, and he doesn't think they should, as he doesn't really either.

The ocean arcanum also gives us a look into Callum. He states himself about how it is accepting the hidden depths in oneself, even if you may not truly understand it. Callum's ability and willingness to do dark magic at times is part of those deeper depths. He doesn't truly understand it yet, and may never will, but, like any other human, there are many paths for him to follow. I do not think he is truly evil, or what he has done is irredeemable, but I believe that Callum, like all of us, is neither truly good or bad, but chooses where he takes himself (we also see this with Viren throughout the season). He could become someone filled with light and kindness, a "do-gooder" if you will, which is what I believe he wants to be, but he could also lead himself down a much darker path if he isn't careful, placing himself among the ranks of Aaravos, Viren, and Finnegrin, or he could be someone who carefully struts the line in the middle. The point is that it is up to him. Though he has become in tune with the ocean arcanum and those "hidden depths," him not accurately understanding his potential for darkness could usher him into a much more disastrous existence. Hopefully linking with the ocean arcanum will allow him to slowly accept these parts of himself and find a true balance between dark and primal magic, whatever that balance may be.

(Also the implications of him being the one in the intro rather than Viren...)

All in all, this whole episode was just very whump (even in the B plot somewhat). Callum and Finnegrin were very much whumpee and whumper -coded and you can't convince me otherwise.

The emotions in this episode for the main gang were top-notch. Watching what each character did to try to help themselves and their friends, and seeing the physical and emotional consequences of their actions (whether positive or negative) was amazing. Not just with Callum, but also the others (Ezran instantly offering himself up again and again, practically begging; Rayla breaking herself out to try and save Callum, only to be quickly and severely subdued; and Soren continuously taking the hits to help Elmer find his own worth, saving the gang in the process), was very well done.

ABSOLUTELY SCRUMDIDDLYUMPTIOUS!

I hope we get more moments like this in future seasons.

[itsnotamatterofif]

Cast Recording thoughts that no one asked for!

It’s getting a solid 7/10 for me, and I don’t think it’s any of the actor’s faults. There’s just some strange editing choices that make absolutely no sense to me (freight into act 2 hydrogen with no coda being one of them), and the whole thing just sounds very… earnest? They sure are hitting every note perfectly, there’s just no riffs unless you’re greaseball or Momma, and I am thinking that it’s either a directing choice or just a general lack of confidence from brand new debuting cast. I wasn’t sure at first if this is just due to the improving quality of audio recording since 2009, but like, all the T’s are accentuated and half of the riffs sound like they were pre-agreed, there’s no room for the actors to show off if that makes sense.

There were a few songs that I didn’t like, (I’ll be honest Freight pales in comparison to previous freights, which is sad as a Hydra stan - he doesn’t even get his introduction!!!!) and there were some that smashed it out of the park, and I genuinely think all of the problems are just very strange creative decisions by a team who wanted to make something ‘new’ and ‘modern’ without quite understanding what that is outside of ditching a traditional pit orchestra. I’m a bit sad they don’t have any incidentals, but also that’s rare to find in cast recordings these days.

Outside of that, however, I think the actual singing is great and the cast do their damned best. I’ve never actually heard Jeevan as Rusty (I saw Scott when I saw it) so it was really nice to hear - he has such a good voice. Tom Pigram also comes across better on the recording - some of the megamixes have been DODGY on those top notes, but the recording was super good and I like the editing in AC/DC. The ethereal twink vibes are unreal, they’re giving those rich dudes on instagram who always brag about having £40 cups of tea or whatever.

I’m gonna do an under the cut with a thought on every song (I need to give the music student in me something to do every now and then)

Okay track list run down!

Overture/entry of trains: nothingburger song but otherwise a nice into, could have done with a bit of a break between the mum telling control off and then going into the song but whatever. Slightly strange no trains have nationalities but Greaseball is still the Union Pacific, however big up They/Them Orange Flash.

Rolling Stock: classic, love it, 10/10. We already knew this was a banger.

Crazy: we already knew this was a banger too. Jeevan’s Rusty is so sweet and determined. I don’t know if I prefer it over the doo-wap version from 2009 but it’s still good.

I Am Me: I still don’t actually know whether I like this song, but I also didn’t know whether I liked it in Bochum. It’s a bit generic and it think it’s a bit weird that they’re all like ‘yeah those engines can’t push us around!’ before being pushed around by the engines. I think I just miss A Whole Lotta Locomotion but I can understand why they cut it.

Whistle At Me: this is so sweet but so weird. Why is Rusty not allowed to whistle? Is it because of noise pollution laws? Cat calling allegory? Are steamers second class citizens and have to keep all proof they’re a steamer quiet? What’s the deal here. They’ll remove incidental speech that is essential to the story but keep in Pearl friendzoning him.

Freight is Great: UGH. Tassita is the highlight here honestly. It’s just so EMPTY, I guess that’s a constraint of just how few cast members can be on that stage without there being a health and safety shut down. I hate the chop into Hydrogen, it’s so horrible and janky and that’s not even where Hydrogen is in the show.

Hydrogen: breaks my heart to say it, but I never really liked Hydrogen. I don’t like environmentalist activism in shows since it’s never the audience who needs to hear it, and I find it funny that ALW wants to preach this now when he’s more than happy to take a private jet to a country he doesn’t live in to support a political party who doesn’t really care (ALW is Tory scum for those not in the UK). Jayden Vijn is a powerhouse both vocally and on stage though, and there’s more character in this song than there is in half the first act sooooo

AC/DC: actually a banger? I like the different approach to Electra, and I think the editing covers up for the fact that Pigram isn’t a belter. They did forget to introduce a component though which is just a hilarious oversight.

Pumping Iron: IMPECCABLE 10/10. No notes. Al Knott is amazing.

Make up My Heart: very sweet, very earnest. Montecillo’s Pearl seems to be very innocent, which is different. Can’t really go wrong with this one.

Momma’s Blues: mmmm Jade Marvin has such a nice voice, it takes her a line or two to get into it but once she’s into it it’s very nice and smooth. Classic song, really like it, Lumber’s interrupts however make absolutely no sense without the visuals.

Starlight Express: it’s the song!! Why did they change the melody oh my GOD- Jeevan sings it so nicely but I would give my right arm to hear him sing the traditional one.

UNCOUPLED: Eve Humphries is so so so good. The loss of the accent is worth mourning, but I’d rather she did it like this than put on a shit southern accent for the bit.

Wide Smile: not even gonna lie this is a JAM. Emily Martinez is such an underdog and she fucking went for it. Ending is a bit weird but I guess we can’t have everything.

The Races: I’m gonna include them as one since they’re functionally identical. It’s nice to have them in, I wish we could have had all four since I think the first one is actually race 1, 2, and 3 jammed together. I REALLY LIKE the chorus in the final race singing to get Rusty over the finish line, that’s such a sweet touch.

I am the Starlight: impeccable. This is one of those songs you have to get right and I think they both aced it. I think there’s room for both of them to be a bit more vocally adventurous, but it’s a solid performance, and it’s fantastic live which adds to my theory that they were all being held back by vocal direction.

One Rock N Roll Too Many: amazing, funny as fuck. Greasy’s and Electra’s ‘NO’ is amazing. 10/10.

I do: I feel a bit bad saying this is a bit generic, it’s a fantastic vocal performance, I just think next time you fall in love is much more theatrically interesting and gives some character depth. Pearl spends most of the musical not really giving a shit about Rusty so it’s suddenly a bit weird that she’s absolutely head over heads for him, and at least in Next Time she admits she liked him all along and just didn’t know it.

Light at the end of the Tunnel: classic and good, and I actually like the environmental changes here. Marvin shows again how strong of a singer she is and a good time is had all round.

Megamix: ELECTRA HIT THE NOTES YES LAD GET ON!!!!!! I have been listening to this on repeat for months on YouTube so it’s nice to have an official recording finally. Just an absolute tune.

Yeah anyway rant over feel free to disagree with me on most of this

[watarfallar]

Incorrect quotes because I'm worried about how many people are gonna lose their last life this session

Pearl: How do you do that? Tango: I'm fearless. Scott: I saw you run from bees yesterday. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad. Tango: I'm mostly fearless.

Jimmy: Hi- Martyn: Leave before there's a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.

BigB: It’s not gonna work, I’m not a snitch. Cop: Fine, let's try something else. Tag a friend you recently committed a crime with. BigB: Lmao, @ Impulse.

Etho as a child: I can’t wait to grow up and have cool adventures! Etho now: I can’t wait to go to bed.

Scar: I don’t even use tubberware anymore. Skizz: What are you saying? Say it again. Scar: Tubberware. Skizz: Say it again. Slow. Scar: Tubberware. Skizz: Slow, very slow - actually, say the first syllable. Scar: Tub. Skizz: Wrong. Scar: What do you mean, wrong? Skizz: I thought I caught that. You’re saying tub. It’s P. Scar: What are you talking about? Skizz: Tupperware. Tupper. Scar: It’s tupper! Skizz: It’s tupper, always has been, always will be. Scar: I thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub.

Scott: Why are you doing this? Cleo: Same reason I do everything, Scott. To get somebody to like me.

Joel: Do you even know what an amulet is? Grian: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions! Joel: Grian, those are omelettes. Grian: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.

Pearl: Guys it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish! Mumbo: I wish for good grades. Etho: Nerd. Mumbo: Nevermind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for Etho. :) Pearl: Mumbo…

Martyn: *pulls back the curtain while Jimmy is showering* Martyn: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?

Lizzie, about Joel: Can I tell them they look nice? Cleo: Sure. Lizzie: Can I tell them I respect them? Cleo: Maybe, if they ask. Lizzie: Should I show them an oil painting I made of us surrounded by our three cats and four dogs? Cleo: … Cleo: I’d save that for later.

Grian, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. Jimmy: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? Grian: I have depression, what do you think?

Pearl: I started school with straight A’s. Now I’m not even straight.

Bdubs: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies? Cleo: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials. Gem: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby. BigB: Rock also defeats baby.

BigB: I dare you- Skizz: Scar is not allowed to accept dares anymore. BigB: Why not? Scar: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Scott: Don’t preach to me about romance, Joel. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.

Tango, to Lizzie: You know, BigB can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching. Tango: *blows airhorn at BigB* GET FUCKED!

Mumbo: What language do they speak at the center of the earth? Mumbo: Core-ean Joel: The center of the earth is arond 5430 degrees Celsius! Nobody is going to live there so they don’t need a language! Impulse: Core-ean.

*the Squad cleaning up* Etho: Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away. Pearl, to Tango: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—

Mumbo: You're ugly. BigB: Tone indicator? Mumbo: Oh I'm sorry! You're ugly. /srs

Tango: Cleo... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Cleo: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Tango: Tango: I wrote sanitize, Cleo.

Gem, to Impulse: Are you peanuts? Because I want to boil you alive.

Grian: May luck (and this picture of Scott eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

Etho: You have Crayons? Grian: Yes, I have— Etho: You're— how old are you? Grian: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

[love-lilly02]

The Challenge— Ch. 8

AN: This is a preview for the next part, where we will find out more about the readers past and get to explore the existing elation ship between the boys. it got posted early so the next chapter could take a while or come out like tomorrow, idk

“Hold still,” Price said, holding the packs above your hands. You nodded, shifting nervously on your knees. “Only gonna hurt for a second.” He lied every time, but the brief attempt at comfort made you feel a bit better. 

The second the medication touched the burns you cringed, tensing immensely. You heard him try to tell you to relax, but his voice was drowned out by a wave of pain. Every time you two did this procedure it only seemed to get worse, but you were slightly thankful for it. 

Coming back home had been rough. Nik only stayed for a few hours, making sure that you were situated and properly taken care of before he returned to his desolate corner in russia (they always preached how lucky you were to make your way to him, instead of heading in your enemies direction), and you had been thrown into testing immediately after that. 

It felt like something out of a marvel movie, they assessed your injuries and just how well you were able to operate, thanks to Nik, you were still able to participate in field work as a long distance asset, you gave them the information you stole from the russians, and they gave you medicine for the many burns you had on your body. 

Which was why you found yourself in this position. 

You could still use your hands, thankfully. They were good for a manner of things, fighting, eating, and the like. But you couldn’t do things like write or hold a brush, which was the exact task required to apply the medicine that the doctors gave. So Price had to help you. 

At first it was awkward, sitting there half naked on his desk while he applied a cream that burned worse than the one Nikolai gave you all over your body, but you two slowly got used to it, even breaking the tense silence with small bursts of conversation. Usually about something that had happened earlier that day. Never about the indecent that put you in this position. 

There was one burn that required special attention, seeing as it hadn’t healed correctly. On the back of your neck, just in the juncture connecting your shoulders, and the only place you couldn’t reach. That one specifically hurt the worst, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving to touch it once the cream was applied. 

Price’s solution to this was to have you sit between his legs while it was applied. 

It did help, of course. Any time you tried to shift your neck or flinch away from the pain, he was there with a steadying hand on your head and a slight “Don’t wana do that,” and you were still again. 

Some nights were better than others, but you were always distinctly aware of the position it left you in. 

Just as you were always aware of the way he would go half-hard every time you two did that. 

“There you go, all done.” You sat back, looking up at him with wide eyes. You didn’t miss the way he had to swallow a bit harder, or shift his hips ever so slightly. “Wasn’t too bad.”

“You try having second degree burns and come back with that same bull shit.” He just laughed and shook his head. 

“Ya know… if you want to talk about what happened—“

“John, it’s okay.” Truth be told, it wasn’t okay. It was the farthest thing from okay, but you weren’t going to bring it up anytime soon. “What happened happened.”

He just grunted. “ ‘Boys still haven’t given up on that challenge.” You just laughed, wincing at the sting of the burns. 

“Honestly, you guys find even one photo and i’ll sing your praises.” You could feel his eyes on you as you got dressed, and sure enough when you turned back around he was staring at you with a different kind of intensity. 

“It took you being gone for two months for us to realize we hardly know anything about you. Why is that?”

You blinked in surprise, stepping towards the door. “I have my reasons.” The hall was empty, and you sort of wished John had people outside eavesdropping on your conversation. 

“Find those photos and you’ll figure it out.”

me when i wanna write sex but they aren’t like that yet

My masterlist<3333

[cosmicscribblez]

I was gonna join a discord server and i noticed in their ad they said “We are a safe space for all lgbtq+ people and their identities!” and the next line said “No good faith labels”(which correct me if i’m wrong but im pretty sure that just means contradictory labels?) Like. What? Huh? 😭🧍i’m so sick of exclusionists. Just let me be queer in peace 😞

I understand(don’t agree with, but understand) a server not allowing paraphiles and radqueers—antis unfortunately tend to hear the stories of abusers in our communities the most. But what did lesboys and gaybians and m-spec gays/lesbians and turigirls do? We’ve been around since forever 😭😭, we’re not a new thing trying to “invade queer spaces”.

Just because we don’t fit perfectly into your perfect box of what google says xyz queer identity is supposed to be doesn’t mean we aren’t valid. A) google isn’t correct about everything, and b) queer people are not meant to fit into little boxes!!! That is the ENTIRE point of us!!!!

I just don’t get it. Preaching love and acceptance for all EXCEPT good faith labels is ridiculous. Why don’t people do research before deciding something is bad????

Anyway if you identify with a contradictory label, i love you. I love lesboys and mspec gays and turigirls and gaybians and bi lesbians and mspec lesbians and everybody else. Ily guys, take pride in your identities and never let anybody shame you for them 🫶

Okay thanks for coming to my rant goodbye !

[katvaramell]

So I started the jjk movie and wow what an opening scene! (Prev discussion here)

Gojo saying “there’s no curse more twisted than love” TOOK ME OUT

I don’t even know what’s going on and am deep in the satosugu hole

Gojo staring at the beam where geto sat? I’m deceased

Also this was one year ago and geto doesn’t have his forehead stitches yet, so the brain thing isn’t in him yet. I’m not sure how I feel about that tbh 😭 that means for ten years he was genuinely a bad guy uuuugh

Geto is so silly and happy but the music is so menacing it’s scary fr

I think it’s really interesting how he uses curses and cursed people and actually builds upon the worldview of humans as monkeys

Yuta is so cute and I love how connected he feels to his class mates 🥺 especially with Toge!

Geto appearing at jujutsu high was not what I expected but I kind of love it

The IMMEDIATE tension between satosugu

Also him trying to recruit yuta is really sweet until he starts preaching his world domination shit

I’m actually really surprised (and also a little sad) that the shibuya incident is not the first time that gojo and geto saw each other again (like imagine them seeing each other for the first time in 11 years and gojo throws out “my soul and heart know it’s not you”)

Okay???? So???? Whatever gojo said to geto that we didn’t get to hear it was obviously along the lines of “I love you” right??????

I’m absolutely devastated, my blorbos need to be happy together

So we know that gojo left geto lying there and shoko healed him? Did I understand that right? And then the brain found him

And Yuta let go of Rika? And Yuta just fucked off to Kenya? With Getos friend?? How did that happen? And then gojo comes and gets him? And doesn’t attack the other sorcerer? So many questions guys

GOJO SAYING HIS BEST/ONLY FRIEND FOUND YUTAS ID IM GONNA CRY

All in all a great movie, loved watching it. It answered a lot of questions but opened up a few more at the same time!

[alpaca-clouds]

LGBTQ* Are Not Inherently Sexual

Yes, I am very much aware I am mostly preaching to the choir here. But let's face it: The sexualisation of LGBTQ* identities is the worst. And we see it so often.

Generally when media depicts queer relationships or trans characters, it will often just automatically get a higher rating, than the equivalent depiction of straight relationships - or cis characters just existing.

There is the general idea coming around, that children should be protected from queerness - just as there is a general idea around that children ought to be protected from sexual themes. I disagree with both, even though I know that thanks to purity culture a lot of people might actually agree with the second idea. But that is gonna be a topic for another day.

When it comes to queerness we have the general idea that somehow two boys kissing or two girls holding hands is somehow inherently more sexual than a boy and a girl doing the same. Which is why for so long media struggled with being even allowed to depict something like that. I mean, just look into the struggle that Alex Hirsch had in 2012 to get Gravity Falls to include just the slightest bit of queer representation. And while Steven Universe started in 2013, it was really that show and Legend of Korra, that finally switched the thing around allowing us to get queer representation in a lot more kids media.

And sure. I will at this point admit to something: Queer culture was always a lot more sex positive, than straight culture. Especially the gay scene was and still is associated with a lot more casual sex than what you expect among straight peers. It should be noted in this regard that this is way more associated with gay men, than lesbain women, though the reasons for this are also connected to both misogyny, the way women are in danger when in public spaces, and of course just the way girls get raised. But yes, as some people at a local queer meet-up have pointed out: Gay cruising is a thing, lesbian cruising really isn't.

But boys kissing or holding sex on screen does not equal cruising, nor does it imply cruising - especially not to a kid watching the show. Like, let me stick to Gravity Falls: The fact that the two cops are gay will not get any kids going: "Hmm, I do wonder whether Gravity Falls, Oregon has some cruising spaces?!"

And this sexualisation goes further of course. Because a lot of people who are at least okay with straight sex ed in school will still make a big drama out of teachers trying to teach 12yos about safe sex for queer kids. Because they clearly do want their kids to get STDs, I assume. *eye roll*

But it is bullshit, right? Like, sex is sex. Educating kids about sex will not make them want it. Goes for straight sex, goes for queer sex. But the queer sex is not inherently more SEX than straight sexi s.

And... It is just bullshit queerphobia that goes with this. And it is sex negative. It is bloody horrible.

[yesbutmakeitgay]

They Keep Preaching Words Like I Should Know

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Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 18

Angst, Family drama, Happy ending.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling 💜

Word count: 5.8k

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Carol walks back to her ship after another successful mission wanting for nothing more than to relax and rest while reaching her next destination. When she enters the vessel, she hears a set of hesitant footsteps walking closer to her.

She quickly turns the light on before the intruder can get any closer, making you stop in your tracks, "What are you doing here?" she asks in genuine confusion.

Being around her makes you nervous, heart pounding, hands sweaty, you can't maintain eye contact, "I was just coming to get my clothes back," you stutter and walk to her room to open the closet.

Carol rushes behind you trying to stop you, "No, don't!"

You immediately spot a brand new set of clothes in what used to be your side, "Jesus Christ, Carol, someone else is living here already?" you gasp in disbelief, your heart breaking at the thought, "It hasn't even been two months!"

"It’s not what it looks like, I can explain." You gesture for her to please explain herself, "I got a new partner," she states nonchalantly.

You remain unmoved in front of the furniture, "That is exactly what I said."

"No, a teammate," she tries to clarify.

"Is that what you call them now?" As if Captain Marvel would ever work in a team.

"She's sixteen!"

"Stop talking, I don't want to be an accessory in whatever crime you're about to be involved with."

Kamala comes into the ship, "Carol, did you—" she stops herself at your presence, "Hi, I’m Kamala, and you are?" She attempts to sound tough and mask her internal doubt after seeing Carol's ambiguous expression.

"I am…leaving," you walk towards the door as fast as you can without seeming desperate, "it was nice meeting you, Kamala," you yell on your way out, feeling beyond perplexed. She really is a child.

Weeks later, you’re lounging in your apartment, living your newly single life, when your phone rings. The caller ID promts you to make a double and triple check, convincing you that it has to be some sort of scam.

"Hello?" you answer carefully.

"Hi." As soon as you hear the accent, you know it's for real.

"Your majesty?"

"Oh, please, just Yan is okay."

You begin to fidget with the hem of your shirt. "Okay, how may I help you, Yan?"

You have met the Prince a few times before, but you had never addressed him directly. All your visits to Aladna were with Carol, and she didn't spend so much time with him while you were around.

"I am terribly sorry to bother you, but I've been trying to reach Carol for a while and I just can't find her."

"Oh, um, Carol and I don’t—" you pause to think of the right word, "frequent each other anymore."

He sounds desperate, "I’m aware, but I called Mr. Fury, and he said that you would know where to look."

You curse at Fury in your head before responding, "Right, this is an emergency, I take it?"

"Very much so."

"Well," you suck on your teeth, "I’m gonna need to get back to you in a moment, is that okay?"

"Yes, of course, thank you."

You hang up and sit still, letting the white noise of the room consume you, as you take a deep breath and call Fury.

"Nicholas, did you tell the Prince of Aladna that I could help him find Carol?"

"I did, yes," he responds confidently.

"How on Earth do you know that?"

"So, I was right."

"You weren't even sure?" Irritation is quick to settle into you at his indifference.

"I had a hunch."

"Can’t you help him find her yourself?"

"I could, but that would take a lot of resources that are being allocated elsewhere," he pauses, "I figured it would be easier just to ask you."

"I broke up with Carol two months ago," you remind him with a bite.

"I know that, I’m not asking you to talk to her, just tell Yan where she is."

"I don't know where she is, I need to talk to her to find out."

You can’t see him, but you can almost hear him frown, "Really? You can't telepathically connect to her?"

"What the hell do you think we are!"

"Valkyrie said that's how lesbians work," he snarks, thinking he’s so funny.

You roll your eyes, "Oh, shut up, since when are you so tight with all the royals?"

"Since you dumped Carol and stopped calling."

"Did you know Carol has a new partner?" You might as well come to him with fresh gossip.

"Of course I do, I introduced them."

That can’t be right, "What were you thinking!"

"What? She's young, but she's great!"

"What is wrong with everybody?" you mumble under your breath.

"You just haven't seen her in action."

You interrupt him before he says any more disgusting things, "And I wish to never have to."

"Are you really not gonna help the Prince?" His tone turns more serious.

You take a moment to think, "What’s in it for me?"

"What do you want?" He should have known you weren’t just gonna do it out of the goodness of your heart.

"A favor."

"What kind?"

"I’ll let you know when I need it." He doesn't like the sound of that, but without an alternative, he agrees.

So now, you have to find Carol.

It's a very straightforward process. When you first started dating, Carol gave you a small device crafted by herself, that would help you contact her no matter where in the universe she was, it worked in such a vast rage because it was specifically designed to communicate with her matching device.

Once you established a connection and received her signal, you could run that through S.A.B.E.R. software and get her exact location. This method once helped you find Carol when she was in Sakaar, so you're confident it can find her in even the sketchiest corners of the universe.

All you need in order to help Prince Yan and get the Avengers director to owe you a favor is have Carol pick up one of your calls, a task you are certain is much easier said than done.

You take a few deep breaths and press the Call button. You had already convinced yourself this would take at least a dozen attempts, until Carol assumed it was an emergency, but, to your surprise, she picks up after a few rings.

It quickly becomes clear to you that this was not intentional when you hear Carol and Kamala's voices slightly muffled, discussing some menial topic and laughing their asses off.

The sound of your ex having moved on and enjoying herself with her new partner, who is a literal child, should enrage you to no end, but you can't find the anger in you. Carol's laughter is like a choir of angels, it makes the corners of your lips tug up involuntary.   You didn't want to break up with her. You care about her, you love her, but this was no longer about love. Deep down, you know leaving was the right choice.

She picked up, you have what you need, except as much as your brain tries to command it, your finger just won't end the call. You stop trying when you hear a third voice a bit closer, keeping the other two under control, "Monica?" you mumble under your breath.

You haven't seen Monica in a long time, even before you and Carol split up, and you're sure Carol hadn't seen her in just as long. You start paying closer attention to what they're saying as Kamala is just done asking a question, "She's a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, now civilian," Carol answers.   "Your ex was here?" Monica chimes in, a little exalted.

"Yeah, a couple weeks ago."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't know you cared," Carol defends herself genuinely, making Monica bite harder.

"What was she doing here?"

"She came to take her stuff back."

"But all her things are still here," you can almost hear Carol shrug, "what happened?"

"You know what? I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

"But I do," Monica challenges and Kamala chimes in.

"Yeah, me too!"

"Well, this is my ship and I've decided that this topic is over," Carol states in a firm tone, you miss the way her features turn sad and how she has to blink away tears.

You suddenly hear footsteps approaching the communication device, followed by interference, and then the call drops.

A little disappointed, you take the information you got from the communication device and run it through the S.A.B.E.R. software, revealing they're somewhere in the Condor galaxy. You're not familiar enough with it to know the specifics of the coordinates you got, but The Prince probably will, so you give him a call with the news.

"Condor? It didn't even occur to me, thank you so much, I will not forget this."

"Can I ask what this emergency is about?" Your tone is tentative, trying to test the waters.

"I’m not sure it is safe to discuss that through this medium."

You understand, but decide to pry anyway, "Is it life threatening?"

"I suppose not."

"Okay, cool." Immediately after you end the call with Prince Yan, you call Fury again, "I’m cashing in my favor."

"That was quick," he sounds completely unimpressed, "what do you want?"

"To borrow a ship that can get me to and from Aladna."

"We don't have any of those."

"Better start making some calls then."

You arrive at the compound a few days later and find a majestic ship waiting for you with the crest of New Asgard painted on the hull. King Valkyrie greets you as you admire the vessel, "I want it back in one piece," she warns playfully.

"Tell you what, if I come back in one piece, then so will your ship."

She takes a breath in, "I don't really like those odds." She opens the ship up and hands you the keys, walking in with you to show you the inside, "What's your plan here?"

You look all around you at the fanciest ship you’ve ever been in, "I don't know yet, the way there is long enough for me to come up with something."

"You can't force her to be ready," she cautions like a woeful warning, certain that this has something to do with Carol. Her words echo through the ship and make you look at her again.

"So much for that, she started dating someone new not two month after I left."

She frowns, "What are you talking about?"

"You know, that kid she's with, seems I’m the only one here who thinks it's creepy."

"Are you talking about Ms Marvel?"

"She has a code name?"

Val mocks lightly, "Humans with powers like to do that." "She has powers?" Maybe you should have done a background check on her.

"Yes, they are a team."

You scoff, "We both know Carol doesn't do teams."

"It was unintentional," Val gives you a knowing look "trust me, I wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes"

"So, she wasn't lying?" Your voice grows small at the realization.

"Not about that," she has no energy for this, so much so that she’s resorting to pleading, "please don't do this."

"But I already wasted my favor on the ship." You stutter on your feet, weighing your options.

Val considers things strongly, she knows how devastating it could be if she lets you go through with this half thought out plan, barging in an Aladnan emergency for your ex, whom you broke up with, "I’ll do you one better," she proposes.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, "A favor from The King of New Asgard?"

"Within reason." She smirks at your reaction.

"Deal."

The Prince contacts Carol, and The Marvels soon arrive to his aid. They resolve the situation and continue on their intergalactic course.

Seems everything is going peachy with them, except Monica has been acting weird for a while, cold, standoffish, especially with Carol, and after a very close call in Aladna, Carol decides she has had enough of her attitude.

"What is your problem?" Carol demands as soon as they get back on the ship.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Monica shrugs, feigning ignorance. Sensing the impending argument, Kamala scurries to Carol’s room and shuts the door to not have to deal with it.

"Quit it," Carol crosses her arms, "I am sick and tired of your behavior."

Monica mimics her stance with her hands on her hips, "I’m not a kid anymore for you to try to scold me like this."

"You’re acting childish enough to deserve it."

"You’re not my mom, Carol, that would have required you to be around while I was growing up," Monica bites.

Carol’s jaw stiffens, "Don’t start with that again, we’ve talked about this, I’m trying to be better."

"Then, how come every time I’m here I have to witness your self-destructive patterns?" Monica almost yells, then calms down again, "You can’t keep isolating yourself from everyone around you."

Carol’s body deflates completely, "You’ve seen my life, you can’t blame me for that."

"Yes, I can. In fact, I am the only person in the universe who's allowed to blame you for it, it is basically my duty to do so." Carol only retreats into herself, making Monica’s features soften and try a different approach, "Your ex came to see you, what happened?" She hopes Carol won’t back away this time.

"She didn’t come for me, she came for her things, but she saw Kamala’s clothes in the closet and ran away." Carol trains her eyes on the floor.

"You believed that?" Monica squints at her words, rendering Carol confused, "If she just wanted her things, she would have taken them regardless."

Carol’s tone turns sarcastic, "Did she come to get me back?"

Monica chuckles sadly, "You don’t get it, do you?"

"Get what, exactly?"

"She didn’t leave because she doesn’t love you anymore, she left because you wouldn’t love her enough," Carol tries to find deceit in Monica’s words, but comes up empty, "you can’t allow yourself to be haunted by your past, you have to move on, to live in the present."

"If she didn't come for her things, then why did she come?" Carol is too scared to think of the answer herself.

"I can’t be sure, but she didn't need to come here for that," Monica takes a careful step towards Carol, "I mean, what did she even leave behind? A couple of hoodies?"

Carol shakes her head in disagreement, "You’re reading too much into it, we're over, she didn't want this anymore."

"She proposed to you for God's sake!"

"You don't need to remind me." Carol reaches into her pocket and produces a beautiful ring, forged of the finest Asgardian gold, strong enough to withstand anything Captain Marvel has put it through.

Monica gasps at the sight, "You didn't give it back to her?"

Carol’s eyes now remain on the band, "She insisted that I keep it."

"So you carry it around with you all the time?" Carol nods subtly, though she never wears it where she's supposed to since you left.

"It reminds me of what I lost." Monica scoffs at the dramatics, "My entire life I've kept letting people down, one after another, until there was no one left." Carol’s voice waivers.

Monica's lips part but she can't find the right words to say. "That's not true," a soft voice comes from the bedroom's doorway, Kamala makes her way to The Captains, "and, even if it was, that just means people continue to put their trust in you regardless, because they know you are better than your mistakes," she looks at Monica and then back at Carol, "we know."

The ship is silent for a moment.

Kamala places a comforting hand on Carol’s shoulder, "Whatever happened between you and her, I'd be really sad to see you let your fear win."

After The King dissuaded you from your dumb plan to visit Aladna, you stay in the Avengers compound.

One woeful morning, you go see Fury in his office, "Something the matter?" he greets you.

Your body slouches as you lean into the doorframe, "Not really."

"Shouldn’t you be on your way to the Magellanic right now?"

"I changed my mind."

He squints his eye, "I doubt that."

"I can't believe you were gonna let me go."

"What do you mean?" He takes a defensive position.

"You were gonna let me take a ship you borrowed to Aladna to see Carol, and for what?"

He shakes his head, "You’re looking at it the wrong way, you asked for a favor and I delivered, you're welcome, by the way."

"No, stop enabling me!"

"I can't stop you, if I didn't help you, somebody else would have. At least I got you the nicest ship available," his tone is unserious, but he means every word, "only you know why you do the things you do."

You bite your lip in response, "What if I don't know anymore?"

"Then maybe that's because you're no longer doing it for yourself." He gives you a sympathetic look. You slump on the chair in front of his desk with a heavy sigh.   "I miss her so much, Fury."

"I know."

"I don't know what else to do."

"I don't think there's anything you can do, the ball’s in her court, when she's ready, she'll find her way back"

There is fear and worry in your eyes, "And, if she doesn’t?"

"Carol always finds her way back home, even if it takes her a while."

Fury may have a point. There's nothing you can do but wait for Carol to come back to you. However, that doesn't mean you can't have someone else give her a little push in the right direction.

Carol arrives at Valkyrie's office in New Asgard in a rush, "Val, I came as soon as I heard," she pants.

"There you are," The King stands from her desk looking completely unbothered.

Carol takes her in and the quiet of the town, analyzing her surroundings with all her senses, "And I’m guessing you lied to me." Her posture deflates.

Val bites the inside of her cheek in slight remorse, "Sorry, Marv, I had to get you here by any means necessary."

"Why?" Carol questions skeptically.

"Have to repay a favor." Valkyrie brushes it off, "Come in, sit, let's have a chat," she gestures to the chair in front of her.

Carol is confused, but obliges, "What is it?"

"I would like to discuss your love life," Val chooses her words mindfully.

Carol is completely take aback, "Are you trying to get back with me?" That’s the only conclusion her mind can draw from this.

Val scoffs in amusement, "Not to brag, but if I wanted you back, you already would be."

"Yeah, right." Carol continues to think, "Please don't tell me you wanna set me up."

Val is having difficulty finding the right words, so she's glad Carol is leading the conversation, "Oh no, not at all," she pauses, "although, the last time I did, it worked out well…until it didn’t."

Carol exhales heavily as Valkyrie continues, "You know, I was just thinking that maybe when I thought she would be a perfect match for you, I was actually projecting myself onto you," she pushes herself away from the desk and lifts her legs to rest on top of it, "meaning, I think she might be a perfect match for me, what do you think?" Her voice turns subtly taunting.

Carol can only frown as she takes in her words, "What?"

"I would like to ask your ex out, if that's okay with you, of course. It’s been long enough, I assume if you wanted to make a move, you would have by now," her gaze pierces into Carol's, "right?"

Carol is fidgeting with the band on her index finger, causing Valkyrie to notice it, "Nice ring," she compliments as she’s picking up the phone.

"Thanks, it's Asgardian gold," Carol responds almost out of habit.

"Ah, I thought I recognized it."

"My ex gave it to me," Carol mumbles, making Val halt her movement.

"You mean the ex I’m about to call?" Carol nods, "She gave you the most precious ring and you still let her walk away? Wow." Each word is like a slap to Carol’s face, she already knows, already feels terrible, there's no need to twist the knife.

But Val doesn’t care about her feelings, so she calls you on speaker, "Hey, darling." Her voice sweetens immediately.

"King?" You sound surprised.

She smirks at the sound of your voice, "It is I, I was thinking about you and thought I'd give you a call."

You hum, "That’s very nice of you, how can I help you?"

"I was hoping you might wanna go out this weekend? I can send a ship for you and we can have a little get away in the fjords."

"That sounds wonderful," you gasp audibly, "so would that be—?"

"A date." She completes your sentence pointedly.

"…Okay, yeah, I would love that."

"Great, I'll see you then."

Carol watches the scene in front of her biting her tongue, using every last bit of self control to not go up in flames, "Is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?" she asks between gritted teeth after Val hangs up.

The King thinks about it for a second, "Not at this time, feel free to go to the jewelers and get a matching watch," she gestures to the ring, "my treat."

Carol stands up and leaves without saying goodbye. Val’s lips curl into a shit eating grin.

A few minutes go by and you call Val again in a much more casual tone, "Were you serious about that invitation?"   "Yes," she replies in a firm tone.

"Like a date, date?"

She takes a deep breath in, "Yes, now pack your bags and don't worry about it."

With perfectly calculated timing, Val finds Carol at the jewelers as she's picking up her complimentary watch, "Good choice," her voice makes Carol turn around, "now you have an apology present."

Carol finally connects all the dots in her mind, "So you were trying to set me up."

"No, I succeeded in setting you up, again," Val winks.

"I don't need you to help me, I don't want this," Carol says with conviction, but her inability to make eye contact speaks louder than her words.

Valkyrie tries to change the subject, "Where’s your team?"

"I got them a ride home, it's not often we get to be this close."

"Are you planning on going home?"

"I don't really have one."

"Do not disrespect your porch like that"

Carol reminisces, "That house hasn't been a home in a while."

"Go with her this weekend," Val walks closer to her in an encouraging gesture, "tell her you battled me in a duel to the death for her heart, make yourself the strongest, most majestic specimen for her."

Carol looks at her in amusement, and giggles "She would absolutely hate that."

"That’s right, but you know exactly what she likes," she places her hand on Carol’s shoulder, "just go with her, it’ll be nice," Carol shakes her head and carefully takes Val’s arm off her, "it doesn’t have to be a date, just try it."

"No, Val, please stop." There’s a rigidity in her tone that tells Valkyrie, it’s no use, so she gives it up.

That weekend, as promised, a ship comes to your house to take you to the fjords. You arrive to a quaint little cabin where The King awaits for you.

You drop your bags by the entrance as Val closes the door behind you, "Was this supposed to be a romantic get away with Carol?" you deduce.

"You told me to persuade her."

"Yes, like, talking to her."

She sucks on her teeth, "You know we don't do that so well. You should have seen her face when I called you," she chuckles, and you give her an unamused look, "I tried my best, I really thought this would work, I’m sorry."

"Don’t be, I know you did," you sigh deeply, "I can't even trick her into changing her mind."

"She’ll come back when she's ready."

"I’m tired of waiting." Val can only give you a tight lipped smile.

A few days later, Carol returns to Aladna and is welcomed by the Prince himself, "My Princess, I’m so glad you could make it."

They walk together up to the palace, stopping from time to time to greet the people, "The preparations for the festival are almost finished, my people will be so happy you could share it with us."

"I guess I really had no reason to miss it this time," Carol jokes.

They reach a balcony that oversees the city, where a small banquet is laid out for them to enjoy.

"Let us catch up while you’re here, I can’t remember the last time we had the chance to just talk." They sit across from each other as Carol hums in agreement, settling into his hospitality, "So, how is your love life," he asks tentatively, but Carol can see right through him.

"Are you also trying to get me back with my ex?" she asks incredulously.

His plan has been unraveled before it even began, "Not exactly," Carol crosses her arms, prompting him to continue, "I just want to have a little chat."

Carol fell for it again. What is it with her friends meddling in her relationships? But she loves Yan very much, so she might just sit through it for his sake, or to get to the bottom of it.

"Whatever happened with her, I am certain she's willing to put it behind you two," he begins.

Carol sighs heavily, avoiding eye contact, "You have no idea what you're talking about."

He spots the rare desire in her to open up to him, "Enlighten me then."

"She wants to marry me, I can't do that to her."

"Do what?"

"Make her put up with this." She points at her uniform.

"That doesn't sound like it's your decision to make," he takes a sip of his cup, "you married me, didn't you?"

Carol cannot believe his comparison, "Yes…to help you out."

"What makes marrying her any different? It would benefit you both, you're meant for each other, why can't you see that?"

His words are getting to her, but she tries to fight them, "Why are you doing this?" She can't even afford to be angry anymore, just exhausted.

"I owe her my people's safety," he admits after a beat, Carol immediately frowns at his answer.   "What do you mean?"

He reluctantly explains, "The last time you were here—"

"There was a disaster going down, I remember." Carol quickly completes his sentence.   "Right, I had tried to reach you for two weeks without success, I called your boss and he told me she could help me find you," he leans back on his chair, "within an hour of talking to her, I knew where you were."

"GPS signals can get tricky in Condor."

"Yes, I know that now."

It takes a moment for Carol to process Yan's words, but as soon as she does, she bolts from her seat to stand with her shoulders back and her head held high in all the poise of a superhero, "I have to go." She flies away, leaving Yan to have the banquet by himself. There is only one way you could have known where Carol was, except she never got your call, never even got the chance to decline it.

In deep urgency, Carol collects her Marvels back into her ship, "Who was it?" she demands as soon as the door closes, expecting them to know what she's asking.

Monica and Kamala stand puzzled, but Carol refuses to elaborate.   After about a minute of silent staring, Kamala slowly raises her hand, making Carol’s eyes go wide at the revelation, until she speaks, "I saw Goose eating your crocs, is that what we're talking about?"

Carol’s features turn to amusement, "No."

"Forget I said anything," Kamala mumbles in response.   Once they're done with their exchange, Carol meets Monica's gaze in a much firmer tone, Monica knows exactly what she means, "Why are you asking when you know only one of us could have done it?"

"I was giving you a chance to confess." Carol’s expression remains stoic.

Kamala looks at them both riddled with confusion, "What is happening?" she whispers. Carol pulls out the matching device to the one that belongs to you, though Kamala's bewilderment only grows, "What is that?"

Monica snatches the device from Carol's hand, "Let me introduce you to our home phone, when it rings, you must answer, unless Carol is in a bad mood," she snarks.

"It’s not that I’m in a bad mood, the problem is you didn't tell me about it," Carol growls with a stiff jaw.

"Is that so?" Monica crosses her arms in a challenging motion, "Or is it that she called and it wasn't because she wanted to talk to you?"

Carol's whole body tenses up at Monica's audacity, "Did you talk to her?"

Monica shakes her head, "I would have, but she didn't say anything." Knowing her next words, Monica gestures for Kamala to retire to her room to avoid getting caught in the crossfire and once she closes the door, Monica continues, "I was gonna hang up right after, until you decided to start talking about her."

"You let her listen?" Carol’s voice grows aggressive, Monica simply hums in response, "How long?" Carol begins to glow faintly, she’s recalling the wrong conversation, which makes her furious, "How could you do that?"

Monica maintains a calm but taunting tone, "Before you continue, let me just remind you that you are not my mother."

That is the last straw for Carol, "I fucking know that!" she finally blows up, "I’m sorry, okay?" her face reddens as the veins in her neck threaten to pop, "I’m sorry I wasn't there when you were growing up, I’m sorry I wasn't there when your mom died, and I’m sorry I wasn't there when you got back from the blip, is that what you want?"

"No," Monica gives her a gentle smile, "I know you're sorry, and maybe that's just the way it has to be, maybe you're gonna have to live the rest of your very long life regretting it, and maybe that's okay."

Monica looks at Carol full of empathy, she understands that her aunt has a huge blind spot when it comes to her relationships with other people, "But this is something you can change, she is someone you can do something about." She takes a careful step towards Carol, "Don’t you see? You are letting it happen again, right in front of your eyes. Don't turn her into someone you'll regret, it's not a fun position to be in."

Carol takes in Monica’s words and contemplates them deeply. Val and Yan were one thing, they were both kind enough to do you the favor of talking to her, but Monica, her own flesh and blood—so to speak—she has first hand experience in what Carol's life is like, in the consequences it can bring and yet, she constantly chooses to come back and has been insistent that she let you back in as well.

She's been trying to convince herself otherwise, but perhaps her friends do know what they're talking about.

You’re enjoying some quiet time alone in your apartment, when someone knocks on your door. After the last few weeks you’ve had, you were feeling quite open minded, it could even be Prince Yan on the other side of the door and you wouldn’t be surprised.

However, your breath gets caught up in your throat when you find a different Aladnan royal waiting for you.

Carol’s face immediately lights up when you open the door, "Hey," she says with a soft smile.

"Hi," is all you can muster, feeling your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

"Do you have a minute?"

"Sure." You get out of the way so she can come in and close the door behind her.

She sits at the all too familiar dining table and you join in beside her, "I know what you've been doing," she confesses in a sweet voice.

Your face reddens in embarrassment, "Sorry all our mutual connections are terrible at being subtle."

"They tried their best," she chuckles, "you should thank them."

You lift your eyebrows trying to figure out what she means, so she hesitantly explains, "Monica convinced me to come talk to you," she places a fancy box from the Asgardian jewelers on the table, "Val got me this to give you, and Yan made me really think about…" She slips her engagement ring onto the table.

"You still have it?" you gasp in genuine delight, "I thought you would have let Goose eat it by now."

"I’m sorry it took me this long to come around," she whispers.   You match her tone, "I’m sorry I was so pushy about it."

"When I saw Val—thanks for that by the way," she grins before her tone goes back to being honey sweet, "she asked me if I was going home, but I haven't felt like I’m home since you left, no matter where I am." Her eyes glimmer sadly, "I want to have a home again."

You slowly connect your forehead with hers, your touch feels like an oasis to her. You grab the band from the table and place it on her ring finger, "You’re home now." You lean in and she closes the gap between you into a velvety kiss.

Kissing her is like getting oxygen back into your system, you can finally breathe again.

That same day, she asks if you want to move back into her ship and you don’t think twice about it. She agrees to move Kamala’s things into the spare room so you can have your space back.

She’s bringing in the last of your things and you’re following behind her, when realization strikes you, "Did you say Monica convinced you?" you ask, as you replay your conversation from earlier in your head.

"Yes." She puts the box down on the floor and turns to you.

"I didn’t talk to her."

"You didn’t?" She frowns.

You shake your head, "Nope."

"Was I in that dire of a situation!"

You look at her in amusement, "It took six people and three favors to get you out of it."

"Don’t let me do that again."

"I make no promises."

[heavenb3nt]

This song is about doctor who and HERE’S WHY‼️

“Don’t cry for your daughters eve” (the song) is very koschei and theta coded. Not necessarily their relationship (though that comes into everything, they are permanently intertwined whether they like it or not) but how the time lords used both of them, it’s way easier to see with theta, what with the timeless child arc.

They are the reason the time lords have the ability to regenerate, they, unwillingly and as a product of abuse, have them life. And how do they repay them? Exile. Treating them like shit over and over again, deeming them a failure and disappointment, all of the high ups on gallifrey berating them at any given opportunity (though, as we see in hell bent, they do have the support of plenty of the less wealthy and influential of gallifey. Definitely something to be said there) they are the unwilling creator of gallifreyan society (definitely not their fault, tectuen made all the choices and is responsible for doing this, but she fucked off and now dealing with the aftermath falls to the doctor, as if always does) don’t cry for your daughters? Don’t cry for gallifey

I could go through the whole song but I’m writing this while procrastinating so take a few things I want to note:

“Punished for another's mess // So you'll take the fall” tectuen made all the choices but the consequences are now the doctor’s to deal with

“Easy to lay the blame onto her alter as mother dies // And dies and dies and dies and dies and dies and dies and // Dies and dies and dies and dies and dies and dies and dies and dies and dies” If you don’t see the parallel I encourage you to think abt the timeless children for like a second. They, again unwillingly, died so the time lords could benefit, and they do nothing but blame them relentlessly.

The doctor is eve of gallifey and it sucks for everyone! The common people of gallifrey aren’t enjoying this either, sure they have regeneration but their society is ran entirely by the most corrupt and incompetent people the planet has to offer

OKAY ABOUT THE MASTER NOW.

So I would say for a start the song can be seen as like the master speaking to the doctor in many lines:

“I was frozen couldn't move from my seat // You think you'd be a saviour but can't do as you preach // Eve I'm sorry you must take the fall for their shame // I'd help you but I risk taking your place” like. Gestures. His reaction to ttc information -> anger at everyone involved -> realisation -> acknowledgment he’s benefited from her suffering

However‼️ I also think the song reflects the time lords treatment of koschei himself [hbomberguy voice] and here’s why.

The end of time was 2010. We knew about the time lords abuse of the master before we heard about ttc.

(People love to forget this when going “the time lords wouldn’t do that..” girl child abuse is their hobby)

Rassilon sent the signal of the drumbeat back in time to just, sit there and torture them for like a thousand years until it was needed, now the plan failed, which so did tecteuns, I doubt she wanted gallifrey burnt (if she cared). But ignoring that, the master was driven insane for the sake of the time lords salvation, a thousand years into the future. He was also treated horrendously on gallifrey, he also ran away. He says his childhood was a life of duty. Not the words of someone who had a pretty okay time actually.

Going through some lyrics time.

“The court is gathered //Judge sits low // But round the room // The jury know // Gods not gonna help you now my girl” (also applies to the doctor. You guys remember trail of a time lord??) anyone remember rassilons council literally planning this? Like, we SAW rassilon decide to put the signal in the masters head. And no one was gonna object. He was condemned to madness by a group who didn’t know him, didn’t care, only had their self interest in mind.

“Legions of daughters those that you fought for happily curse your name now” the war master existed. And although he wasn’t selfless by ANY means, he didn’t want the time lords to lose (i actually haven’t listened to the audios yet I’ll make a correction if necessary <3) and although no fighting was involved, he did carry their salvation (the drumbeat) his entire life, he went day to day with rassilons “ultimate sanction” in his HEAD. And all they got was called insane, not only did the council explicitly say he was insane, in classic he’s been condemned by the time lords, and in EU he was PUT IN AN ASYLUM. ON GALLIFREY. Following his attempts to kill rassilon after the end of time. They don’t just put him in prison or kill him or exile him, they deliberately reinforce that he’s mad, which THEY CAUSED.

“Villainize victims slave to a system collecting kindling for our kin” they are a victim of gallifrey, overtly and undeniably. That is definitely not to excuse their actions nor are they more so a victim than the doctor, it’s incomparable, but they definitely suffered intense cruelty from the time lords at like every turn. They are villain (and it’s COOL) but the time lords had a hand in creating him that way, he also brought their propaganda in a way the doctor didn’t, he does follow some of their beliefs, he looks down on humans and thinks he’s better by virtue of his species.

They spent their whole life up until escaping the asylum (saxon regeneration) which was, according to one account, their 18th regeneration. They definitely were a slave to the system, and they helped their torturers, they HELPED the time lords they tried to save them even if it was for selfish reasons, and they got fuck all for it.

TLDR: Time lords love exploitation and history revisionism to a degree that feels religious in nature. Gallifrey is an exercise in one big generational trauma rooted in child abuse and colonialism, the doctor their creator and discarded and the master their salvation and discarded. Neither of them should cry for gallifrey nor the time lords, despite the fact that regular gallifreyans ALSO suffered because of these decisions, theta and koschei have been both eve and the daughters

ALSO LISTEN TO THE SONG

[underworld-park-offical]

TWEEK: Okay

TWEEK: You

TWEEK: Mister

TWEEK: Tinfoil

TWEEK: Hat

TWEEK: Guy

KENNY: Stan

TWEEK:  What

KENNY: His names Stan

TWEEK: Okay

TWEEK: Cool

TWEEK: I'm not gonna remember that

TWEEK: You said you had

TWEEK: Like

TWEEK: A bunker

TWEEK: Right?

STAN: Yeah

CRAIG: Dog shit covered ahhh barn 💀

TWEEK: Why is he saying Skull emoji out loud

TOLKIEN: Not even WE know at this point

KYLE: We gotta get him to stop that

KYLE: It's more annoying than KYLE: ….Whatever….. Stan's got going on

CRAIG: Omg not you slandering me 💀

CRAIG: Don't even rn you look like the Goodwill shat you out

KYLE: Fuck you

KYLE: You know that Supreme hoodie isn't even real Supreme, right?

CRAIG: Lmao what

CRAIG: Me when I lie

KYLE: Nonononono

KYLE: Look look look

KYLE: It says “Souprem”

KYLE: It's fake merch dude

KYLE: Its as fake as those fucking yeezys

CRAIG: ….

KYLE: …Dude?

CRAIG: No that's my other hoodie

KYLE: Are you fucking serious

KYLE: You aren't even rich stop acting like you are

CRAIG: Nuh uh

KYLE: FUCK YOU MEAN NUH UH????

TOLKIEN: Kyle, just give it up

TOLKIEN: Trying to convince Craig he isn't rich is like trying to convince a toddler to wipe their own ass

TOLKIEN: It's not worth it

CLYDE: …. CLYDE: Why do I feel like that was directed towards me?

TOLKIEN: Because It was, Clyde

CLYDE: OH COME ON I WASH MY OWN ASS

TOLKIEN: NO THE FUCK YOU DO NOT YOU SMELL LIKE A TACO BELL CLYDE: FUCK YOU CLYDE: AT LEAST TWEEK LIKES ME TOLKIEN: OH SURE SURE SURE TOLKIEN: TWEEK DOESN'T ACTUALLY LIKE YOU TOLKIEN: THERE'S NO WAY SOMEONE LIKE TWEEK WOULD BE STUPID ENOUGH TO GO AFTER YOU, YOU FUCKING TESTOSTERONE FUELED SHITSTAN

CLYDE: THANK YOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING I'M TRANS BUT FUCK YOU FOR INSULTING ME

TOLKIEN: YOU’RE VERY WELCOME, FUCK YOU TOO

CLYDE: YOU KNOW WHAT?? I BET YOU 30 BUCKS I CAN PULL IN TWEEK WITH MY MANLY AWESOMENESS

TOLKIEN: I BET YOU A MILLION DOLLARS YOU CAN'T

CLYDE: FINE

TOLKIEN: FINE

CLYDE: LETS FUCKING GO

CLYDE: I'LL ASK OUT TWEEK AND IT'LL BE THE MOST ROMANTIC THING EVER

STAN: Hmmm

STAN: At my barn we could like

STAN: Use my dad and my sister

STAN: As like

STAN: Food

KYLE: Dude no

KYLE: I am not resorting to cannibalism

CARTMAN: Kahl, you’ve eaten animals, that's basically like eating people

KYLE: Okay mr “forty big macs in one day”

CARTMAN: Uhm, actually they're vegan chicken patties KYLE

CARTMAN: ALSO did you just ASSUME my GENDER????

CARTMAN: YOU ARE GETTING C A N C E L L E D

CARTMAN: I WANT A TEAR RIDDEN UKELELE FILLED APOLOGY RIGHT NOW

KYLE: Oh my GODDDDD

KENNY: Actually studies show that most human meat is similar taste wise to chicken

CRAIG: I thought it was pork

CRAIG: Like

CRAIG: Deadass

CRAIG: Like pigs

CRAIG: Like deadass pigs

KENNY: We know what pork is CRAIG 

STAN: Yeah

STAN: So we’re fucking set

CARTMAN: Uhhh no thanks, i’d rather be one with the animals and eat dirt and hay

STAN: We don't even have animals

CARTMAN: I’ll just eat the weed then

STAN: What

KENNY: What

KYLE: What

CRAIG: LMAOOOOOOO IM DEADDDDDDD 💀 💀 💀 

CARTMAN: What???

CARTMAN: It's like eating catnip

CARTMAN: Besides its environmentally friendly

STAN: What's your source

CARTMAN: Wikipedia

STAN: Ooooof course it is

STAN: The internets lying to you, you know

CARTMAN: Fuck off, Stan, Queermo

STAN: IM TELLING THE TRUTH HERE

TWEEK: HhhhuGiyhvfdeiohjd

TWEEK: OKay

TWEEK: Cool

TWEEK: We’re set on a TOTALLY ANONYMOUS LOCATION

TWEEK: Awesome

TWEEK: Great

TWEEK: Dandy even!

TWEEK: Everyone

TWEEK: Lets hold hands

CRAIG: I am not touching Clydes fucking shitstained hands

TWEEK: Fine

TWEEK: I’ll hold Clyde's hand

TOLKIEN: Why do you wanna touch Clydes hands thats fucking nasty

CRAIG: For real

CRAIG: Preach 🙏🙏🙏

TWEEK: I don't care

TWEEK: It's just for a bit TWEEK: I can wash my own hands afterwards

CRAIG: EWWWW FAGS

CLYDE: Aww… really?? :D

TWEEK: Fine

TWEEK: Sure

TWEEK: Whatever

CLYDE: Nobody other than Tolkien has wanted to hold my hand before! :DD

TOLKIEN: Was that before or after I figured out you don't wash your hands

TWEEK: Who else is fine with

TWEEK: Touching Clyde

CRAIG: Stop making me have gay thoughts, Playboi Carti

TWEEK: What

TWEEK: I don't

TWEEK: I'm not

TWEEK: Just

TWEEK: Hold hands

TWEEK: You all have socks on

TWEEK: I think

TWEEK: So it's not gay

CARTMAN: Uhm erm erm erm

CARTMAN: Actually

CARTMAN: That's a homophobic statement

TWEEK: CRAIG SAID A FUCKING SLUR?????????

TWEEK: WHAT???????

TWEEK: IM TWEEK: HUH TWEEK: WHAT TWEEK: OKAY

TWEEK: JUST TWEEK: JUST HOLD HANDS TWEEK: STOP MAKING THIS HARDER FOR ME

CLYDE: Wow

CLYDE: I forgot CLYDE: What holding hands felt like

KYLE: Woah

KYLE: This reminds me of the first episode of My Little Pony

KYLE: Where

KYLE: Twilight and her friends

KYLE: Find the friendship trinkets or whatever

KYLE: And they reverse the curse on them that turns them into stone

KYLE: And they used them to like

KYLE: Defeat Nightmare Moon

KYLE: Turning her back into Princess Luna

KENNY: That was so fucking gay

KENNY: I feel like I'm gonna vomit rainbows because of you

CARTMAN: Kenny stop being homophobic

CARTMAN: I will cancel you again

KENNY: Fuck off I know that blue hair you wear online is a wig

CARTMAN: BITCH-

TWEEK: SHUT UP

TWEEK: ALL OF YOU TWEEK: MY SATAN

TWEEK: CAN YOU ALL GO LIKE TWEEK: TWO MINUTES WITHOUT FIGHTING AND OR DEGRADING EACH OTHER

KENNY: ….

CARTMAN: …. KYLE: …..

LITERALLY EVERYONE: …..

CRAIG: Slllaaa-

TOLKIEN: Dont

TOLKIEN: Just

TOLKIEN: Do not

TOLKIEN: Actually, you’ve lost speaking privileges

CRAIG: 😡

TWEEK: Alright

TWEEK: Is

TWEEK: Is everyone holding hands

CRAIG: yeah its like Kumbaya frfr

TOLKIEN: Stop talking

TWEEK: Okay

TWEEK: Alakazam

TWEEK: Alakazane

TWEEK: Im sending you off this mortal plane

KYLE: Wait wha-

CRAIG: Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe!

KENNY: Yoooo

CRAIG: Like and Share! Like and Share! Like and Share!

TOLKIEN: Haaaaa

TOLKIEN: What

TOLKIEN: Was that

TWEEK: Magic Trick

TOLKIEN: What

TWEEK: Hey you have a lot of free time when you live in a dumpster

CRAIG: Copy link! Copy link! Copy link! Copy link! Copy link! Copy link!

TOLKIEN: Whatever, please for the sake of our brain cells, never do that again

KENNY: I dunno

KENNY: I thought that was pretty cool

CRAIG: Kombucha? I LLLOOOVVVEEE KOMBUCHA! Kombucha? I LOVE KOMBUCHA Kombucha? I LOVE KOMBUCHA Kombucha? I LOVE KOMBUCHA

TWEEK: Alright

TWEEK: Humans

TWEEK: Freaks

TWEEK: Whatever your names are

TWEEK: Get in the fucking barn

TWEEK: Now, quoting the safety psas from Estella,

TWEEK: Don't open the door for strangers, Don’t investigate any random noises, don't take any offers from strange men in white vans, don't help anyone, if anyone says they're friends of your parents do not trust them

TWEEK: And for goodness sake,

TWEEK: USE THE BUDDY SYSTEM

CRAIG: I'm addicted to Takis! I'm addicted to Takis! I'm addicted to Takis! I'm addicted to Takis!

STAN: One, what are we, five?

STAN: Second

STAN: It's a backup bunker, not  a barn

TWEEK: WHATEVER! JUST- GET IN

TWEEK: DO YOU WANNA LIVE OR NOT????

STAN: No

TWEEK: …

STAN: …

TWEEK: ….

STAN: ….

TWEEK: ….

TWEEK: O….

TWEEK: Kay…..

TWEEK: Just…..

TWEEK: Get in the barn

STAN: Fineeeee

STAN: Whatever

STAN: Fuck you

CRAIG: [ Gotta sleep in fucking pig shit this sucks fuck this ]

CLYDE: Hey

CLYDE: Hey CLYDE: Hey Tweek

TWEEK: Arrrghhh…What….

CLYDE: Do

CLYDE: Do you

CLYDE: Do you think

CLYDE: Do you think we CLYDE: Do you

CLYDE: Do you think we could

CLYDE: Maybe

CLYDE: Like

CLYDE: Go to like

CLYDE: Dennys

CLYDE: After this???

TWEEK: Whats

TWEEK: What's Dennys?

CLYDE: Oh

CLYDE: Uh

CLYDE: Maybe we could like

CLYDE: Go to Olive Garden then?

TWEEK: What

TWEEK: What's an olive?

TWEEK: And

TWEEK: And what's a Garden?

CLYDE: …

CLYDE: Oh you poor

CLYDE: Sweet

CLYDE: Summer child

CLYDE: You know what

CLYDE: I'm gonna take you to the Olive Garden

CLYDE: And you're gonna have the time of your fucking life

TWEEK: Uh

TWEEK: O

TWEEK: OKAY?????

CLYDE: Alright

CLYDE: I’ll see you there babe

TWEEK: Uh

TWEEK: UHHH

TWEEK: WHAT

TWEEK: DID YOU JUST CALL ME BABE TWEEK: WHAT???

TOLKIEN: Don’t fall for that shit

TOLKIEN: He doesn't wash his hands

TOLKIEN: Or his ass

TWEEK: Why's that relevant?

TOLKIEN: IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING?????

TWEEK: CHILL OUT IT'S NOT THAT BAD

TOLKIEN: YES IT IS??????

TWEEK: …Whatevs

TOLKIEN: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS????

(edits made by @pissblanket)

[zushigirl]

In honor of Come What May…a three part story of how I wish things would turn out… Enjoy! I’ll be posting the full story on AO3 as we go :)

I Take My Coffee Black: Part I

Now…Metro General

“What the hell is this crap?”

Frank practically spits the hot liquid back into the flimsy white paper cup.

“Get off your high horse. It’s Folger’s Instant. Same stuff we used to drink in the desert.”

Curtis takes a sip of his own coffee, studying Frank under the brim of his USMC baseball cap. Curt’s blood shot eyes are a dead giveaway that he – like most of New York – have been up all night. Watching with bated breath as Daredevil and a host of superheroes take on Fisk’s minions.

With a sigh, Frank takes another sip of his coffee. “Goddamn - ”

He hisses slightly, the cut on his lip stinging. Curt had done his best to patch up both Frank and Red after the firefight with Bullseye. Makeup covered most of Frank’s bruises, but it couldn’t conceal the worry in his eyes. He can tell by the way his former medic keeps glancing at him… then at the door across the way.

“This is the best Metro General can afford?” he growls, trying to distract himself.

“At 0500? Yes, it is.”

Frank frowns, looking down the stark pale green hallway. Men and women in blue scrubs walk by at a leisurely pace. Unaffected. Unaware that the bravest, ballsiest woman on the planet is in critical care. Recovering from a gunshot wound.

Mourning the loss of her best friend.

“Foggy!”

He can still hear her scream the Counselor’s name. He can feel her panic, panic he never wanted her to feel. David’s feed made it sound like they were two feet away… instead, it took twenty minutes to get to the bloodbath. Even with Lieberman driving like a maniac.

Goddamnit, we should have gotten there sooner.

His eyes trace the entrance of the recovery room. One of those flimsy blue hospital curtains blocks a small window above the door handle. An added layer of privacy. Damn thing feels more suffocating than any red line.

“She’s gonna be fine,” Curt assures him. “They patched up the exit wound and the broken rib. That maniac may be an expert marksman, but she beat him at his own game.” He pauses before adding, “Karen Page must be a pretty special woman…to make you choose here instead of another war.”

You could choose…you could just choose…

Ocean eyes flicker in his memory. Why hadn’t he told her the truth that day, when he was the one in the hospital bed? He thought leaving her was the right thing. He thought…

Frank stares blankly into the distance as he takes another sip of bland coffee and tries not to think about what could have happened.

Thank god Karen clipped Bullseye’s right hand. The fucker was in custody now. Good thing too. If that psychopath ever made it out of prison…none of Red’s preaching would keep Frank from unleashing hell on Benjamin Poindexter.

Red…

The warble of Channel Five news can be heard from the TV at one of the nursing stations. A flicker of worry rises in Frank’s belly. He wants to be pissed at Red but at the same time…

“You were right Frank. I was just one bad day away. Please don’t let her’s get any worse.”

He can’t shake the hollow sound in Matt Murdock’s voice off of him. Can’t shake the image of the other man standing there in blood. His best friend’s blood. Karen’s blood.

Fuck.

“Mr. Castiglione?”

He turns. A new nurse has come on shift, name tag reads Temple. Her dark brown eyes hover on his cut lip. He gets the impression she takes no bullshit.

“Yes ma’am?”

The nurse sighs, pursuing her lips.

“Karen’s going to be okay.”

She says the name with a warm familiarity. Frank immediately wonders how much this woman knows.

“Blood pressure and heat rate are stable. No signs of any complications from surgery.” Temple hesitates… “Your wife’s a fighter for sure.”

Frank doesn’t meet Curt’s gaze, just prays the other man’s eyes aren’t bursting out of their sockets. There hadn’t had time to brief him on the plan. He was just thankful David was quick to pull some strings. A fake marriage license and a passport may be their only ticket to safety.

The woman pauses, eyes narrowing in the silence.

“I know I haven’t been back in town that long, but I’m kinda miffed no one invited me to the wedding. Thought I would have heard about from Matt or Fog…”

She catches herself, sadness flashing across her face.

“Fuck…I’m sorry.”

“No – uh – he’d…he would have wanted all of Karen’s friends to know.” Frank feels his throat tightening. “He loved her too. Probably better than me or… Re…or Matt … if I’m being honest.”

He remembers the look of stricken panic on the Counselor’s face all those years ago. When he’d asked Karen to stay. What would the man’s reaction be to what he asks now?

An older nurse approaches, waving his clipboard at Temple. “She’s up,” he gestures towards Karen’s room. “Threatened to pull out her IV if I don’t get her a real cup of coffee. Told her it’s water only for the next twelve hours. She wasn’t happy.”

Frank chuckles despite himself. “Atta’ girl,” he murmurs.

“Are you coming, Mr. Castiglione?”

The way Temple sizes him up conveys that she trusts him even if she doesn’t believe his story.

He feels his pulse jump. They’d seen each other in the midst of the fight but they hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t spoken since that horrible day when she walked out of his hospital room barefoot. What could he say to her? How could he possibly ask her to –

“She’s waiting, Frank.” Curt’s voice is one of gentle reassurance.

He takes a deep breath, turns on his heels, the stops. “Curt… go home. You’ve done enough. I’ll stand the watch.”

His friend frowns. “You sure man?�� I don’t mind staying.”

Frank pauses before answering, a memory flickering in his mind’s eye. Karen and Nelson, sitting at the hipster coffee shop across from their law firm. Sipping coffee and going over case notes. He’d watched from the roof two streets over, not proud to admit the number of times he’d checked on Karen from afar.

“Proof Coffee opens at 0800. Can you come back tomorrow morning with a real damn cup? Make that two. She takes hers black with a sprinkle of cinnamon.”

The nurse seems impressed that he knows Karen’s drink of choice. Curt has enough ware with all to keep a neutral face.

“I’m on it. I’ll let Lieberman know your staying here. See you in 27 hours.”

He spins on his heels and walks down the hall.

Frank watches him go, then follows nurse Temple across the waiting area. She opens the door to the recovery room, pushing back that damn blue curtain quietly. Then she gestures for Frank to step in front of her.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound of the vitals monitor is a steady hum. It’s oddly comforting.

And terrifying.

It means Karen is awake. It means he’s about to speak to her for the first time in… far too long.

He finds the courage to look forward and he sees her. Sitting upright in the bed. Face turned to the window. The sunrise casting her in a celestial glow. Her expression is a haunted one Frank knows all too well…but not the shock of someone who’s new to trauma.

He realizes in that moment that his gut instinct was right. Karen’s felt this kind of pain before.

“Karen, your husband is here.” Temple’s voice is gentle.

A quiet feels the air. Time stops. In the void, Frank wonders if his heartbeat is loud enough for Red to hear all the way across Manhattan.

He watches Karen turn her head. Watches her eyes widen in confusion at the word husband. Then recognition. Then something he’s too scared to name.

They’re both silent for a moment, not noticing as the nurse slips out. Then tears are welling in Karen’s eyes and Frank is falling to his knees by her hospital bed.

“Hey, hey,” he chokes out. “I lied. I lied. Okay? That day…Karen…”

Soft fingers grab his trembling ones. He places his free palm over hers, holding with two hands now.

“I know you lied, you asshole,” Karen says between sobs. “You’re such an asshole…but I…” Her ocean eyes are bright with the words they won’t say yet.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “Yeah, I am.”

“Please tell me you brought real coffee.”

The sound of footsteps silences Frank’s answer.

*

27 hours later…

“I’ll take three drip coffees,” Curtis Hoyle smiles at the barista, waiting for a response.

The bleary-eyed girl with wild auburn tinted hair and a cut-off t-shirt reading MJ just blinks at him.

“Cool. You want room for milk or cream?”

“No…uh…actually, can you sprinkle some cinnamon in one of them.”

The girl gives a half nod as Curtis swipes his card. He sighs, stepping to the side of the cheerful yellow counter. He knows he’s getting old, but whoever Proof Coffee’s manager is could have done a better job with hiring. MJ has the bedside manner of cardboard; not great for 0800 on a Thursday –

Piiinnnggg!

The girl passes three paper cups to Curt, hurriedly grabbing her phone from its charging station. He takes a few sips of his cup, watching her agitated movements.

“Peter! Jesus Christ! Is everyone okay…”

Her hazel eyes widen in relief and Curtis feels guilty for judging her. MJ’s been worried.

“News. Alright. I’ll take a look. Be careful.”

The call’s barely over before the teen is swiping on her phone. Curtis takes a final swig of his own coffee while grabbing to-go lids, trying to look casual.

“Everything good? You seem a little stressed.”

MJ bobs her head, flipping her phone in Curtis’s face. Apple News.

“Shit,” Curtis mutters as he reads the screen.

He turns to leave, then thinks twice. Grabs the two coffees. He may need them as an excuse to sneak back into the hospital.

“Thank you, Miss!”

He leaves MJ staring at her phone. At the headline…

FRANK CASTLE, THE PUNISHER, REPORTEDLY SEEN AT METRO GENERAL.

[velvetvexations]

Eyyyyy fellow 300+ person! Im way shorter lol but it always is nice to see people in that club in the wild :)

high five

i'm not active on here that much anymore because tumblr is rlly shitty for transmascs and I'm glad I missed out on the whole "transemasculation" garbage because what is this. talking over transmascs, especially transmascs of color, is what it is. I'm glad that people are calling this shit out though. you probably hear this a lot but thank you so much for sticking up for transmascs, it means a lot

<3

it might just be that I am on the verge of a manic episode but honestly i love everything and it's all soo beautiful and I am one with the universe and nothing is real I am having a spiritual awakening and I can see everything and I am so full with love and hope and expansive pleasure and I can talk to ghosts and the world is beautiful and I am a genius and I love everyone and I have sooo much energy!

I love that for you anon.

to me it like. comes off even more so like the incel "i shall protect your purity m'lady" thing. putting trans women on a pedestal above anything else and treating them like they can never do anything wrong or be human is also transmisogynistic as hell

it so so so is and I hate it

I wish ppl would stop crossposting their complaints about transmisogyny from trans guys in the transandrophobia tag and vice versa... it's just annoying at this point. like im sorry that people are being transphobic to them but it's literally just spamming both the transandrophobia and transmisogyny tags.

co-signed

you can tell gender and race are extremely different constructs because i have seen several people who act like they are the same who also suggest forcefem as a solution for misogyny but who would probably never suggest force-rachel dolezaling every white person because obviously race and gender are completely different constructs lmfao

interesting concept

put-this-in-your-coffee anon again. my apologies for misusing your inbox. i only meant to point out the double standard that these radfems always seem to hold, that it's fine and okay for them to abuse & harass men because they're doing it "in the name of feminism," but i'm sure in my half-awake stupor and anger it didn't come out that way.

No worries. <3

Not really trans related but my grades are a roller coaster right now and it sucks :(.

I love you and am rooting for you. <3

Supporting the trans women in my life (got my little sister some purple makeup as a solstice gift because she's very recently out and just getting into makeup and she's been using mine and I don't have much purple but it's her favorite). Also got her some candy n a cat squishy. She thinks I only got her one gift so she's gonna be so surprised >::3c My evil transandrobro agenda (givin my trans sis gifts)

Really cute!

saw Patricia taxxon (did not know her before this, just scrolled her blog bc cute fursona and then saw antitransmasculinity) say that transfems have a say in what language transmascs use to describe their oppression because we share a community and transmascs have power over transfems??? but then somehow it doesn't work the other way, because if a transmascs dares share an opinion on current transfeminist theory (esp tme vs tma) suddenly he's awful (and transfems are also treated this way when they speak out) AND we're all trans, motherfucker!! they hate us all!! we do not have meaningful material power over each other when we live in a world that actively wants trans people gone.

She just straight up does not believe that trans men are also meaningfully oppressed or have a difficult time doing anything because she's obsessed with a theory of gender that to ease her own dysphoria but necessarily implies trans men must be treated like cis men.

Yknow how cis women preaching about sisterhood n stuff don't actually care about other women necessarily or treat them well? I'm beginning to notice this seems to also apply to how some transfems on here talk about transfems that disagree with them

such is always the case with radical feminism

(progressively) i simply believe that a large population - or even a majority - of trans people (and trans people specifically) are inherently evil bigots, violent rapists, taking my right to safety away, etc. due to their gender identity and socialisation. this is just a normal and sensible thing to believe as a trans person (the good type though not the bad type)

no trust me this time they found the good way to do transphobia

/770466237992075264/from-that-one-post-you-replied-to-about-trans (Dif anon) Literally, the OP other anon is talking about is just describing DARVO. I wouldn't be surprised if trans women and fems were among the demographics more likely to experience it, but it's just a normal, shitty abuse tactic that anyone can be the victim of.

Yeah. It's not like...special.

im also a trans guy caricature we should start a club

Hell yeah!

ppl hating anti-transmasculinity as a concept is so funny 2 me bc like anti-blackmasculinity has whole papers about it but these ppl act like all “anti-masculinity”s are just MRA shit when no! marginalized men are punished 4 everything they do! including being masculine!!!!

According to mostly White women Black men should shut up.

I am 100% sure that after Matt's meltdown about the first trans woman the rest of the bans were TRFs taking advantage of the situation to mass report their petty enemies.

no lol

trans people* being reported more often got inflated into Tumblr staff hunting down trans women for sick sadistic thrills but it wasn't a conspiracy on either side

*non-trans women have testified to the same thing happening to them

Am I bugging out? I thought privilege also had to do with the entitlement/behavior that the privilege would curate in the person over time. Like how cis men statistically do not fear traveling alone at night (or at least do not expect being assaulted) and the privilege of not fearing this. When anyone becomes visibly trans (fem, masc and anything else), this privilege is shot dead. Trans men do not magically gain the expectation of leisurely walk down the road at 3 am without consequence. Trans women who might have had this expectation will naturally lose it. Likewise if a trans man is still exhibiting oppressed behaviors (you must be able to cook and clean, you must be a good housewife over anything else, you must bear the emotional load of everyone around you, you must be QUIET) how could he gain privilege solely by transition but not adopting the male sentiments that privilege produces to men? Feel free to debunk any of this, I hope my points made somewhat sense

the TRF position was not created to stand up to this kinna logical scrutiny

hey, i hope you're doing well & having a great music!!

Thank you!

Love it when TRF people send you death threats and begging for you to die. I thought calling for violence on any transfem is transmisogyny? Or is it only when being told an opinion is wrong?

Harassment for thee, not for me.

I’m so sorry, I thought your banner was actually you but with cool cosplay on. Forgive me for sinning 😩

You should continue thinking of that as me lol.

“He’s a girl to me <3” crowd when the new and improved “she’s a man to me <3” crowd pulls up

literally