#like i made a post about meeting women in the Wild and they found an old post of mine where

[maybelleteas]

how do I get over the feeling of being a bad Bisexual Woman when I used to think I preferred men, had more sexually intense desire for them, and wanted to marry a man but still desired a casual fling with a woman back then when now, since then, after the only sexual touch I've gotten in my 30 years of life is from a woman, I am essentially a febfem wrt a long term situation, and want to marry a woman. I feel like I'm betraying this hypothetical person in my head bc I didn't always feel this way 😭

[mavrintarou]

[3:45PM] Suna Rintarou (prequel of DD) [3]

I started a part-time job so my writing and posting will slow down tremendously. Hopefully, I'll get inspired lol. If you are new, this is the 3 part, please go back and read the initial post, and prequel - parts 1, and 2. You can find those chapters here

Warning: none, angst/hurt & leading to comfort Note: There is a time jump, hopefully, I don't confuse you guys

Prequel (part 2)

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Rin realized he found himself watching Y/n sleep more often than usual. He never understood romantic films where the man watches the girl sleep, often thinking how creepy they were.

He didn’t care that at the moment he was doing the same thing, watching Y/n sleep like a little creeper. All that mattered to him was seeing Y/n asleep beside him safe and sound.

Rin still could not believe the wild roller coaster he and about 300 other passengers went through less than 72 hours ago.

It was one thing to be surprised to discover that Y/n was the pilot of the plane he was flying to Thailand for a tournament.

Four months ago, he would have waved at her like a hopeless romance and shown everyone they were lovers.

But it has been four months since Rintarou broke everything off with Y/n.

Everything has been a mess since that day and nothing was going right.

With each ticking second his conscience questions whether he made the right decision. Was it impulsive or was he right?

All he wanted was to make them official, he wanted the right to call her his girlfriend and show her off. He also wanted her to take him home to her place.

He wanted a home with her.

But he got the sense she didn’t want to share much of her life with him. 

He began questioning her about when she would cancel plans or tell him she would no longer be coming home that day and be gone for days on end without communication.

He respected her busy career and work schedule, but he couldn’t help but feel left out of her life.

They had been seeing each other for almost four months, he was ready for the next phase and thought they were both on the same page.

When he initiated and asked her to be his girlfriend, she did not consider his request, immediately turning him down.

“I’m sorry… I can’t… I thought you understood, Rin?”

Like a light switch, anger consumed him. He threw the comforters off and stalked naked around his room to search for his boxers. “Understood?” he mimicked her tone, he wiped towards her with hurt and pain written on his face. “What is there to understand when you don’t tell me anything?”

“What do you mean? I tell you when I’m done with work, I make time on my off days to meet with you. What is it, Rin? What is it that you want?” Y/n kept her voice leveled, not wanting to meet his energy.

“I want you!” he shouted, throwing his hands up, “I want you to be mine, Y/n.” He inhaled sharply, “I want everything there is out there to want. I want to know where you are at all times because I can’t help but be anxious you might be with someone else when you are not with me. I want to know what you are thinking about and if I even cross your mind at all because you are always on mine. I want to tell every damn hot-blooded male out there you are mine, fuck – even the women too because you’re fucken amazing.” His breath shook as he slowly took a deep breath. “I want to not have this terrible feeling that I’m not good enough for you…” he choked, “I feel like I’m being childish, wanting you to only look my way, wanting you to only want me… want you in every way possible. But I feel like it’s one-sided…”

He felt foolish pouring out his childish feelings. He couldn’t even look at her at this point.

To make matters worse, Y/n hadn’t spoken a word. She had not attempted at all to assure him that she too wanted him.

“I think we should end this, it is obvious you do not feel the same way for me,” he muttered, “please see your way out.” He turned his heels and headed straight to his bathroom.

When he came out after a hot bath almost an hour later, she was gone, every trace of her gone.

He stared out the air plane window, zoning out until something was held in front of him, a paper bag.

“Our captain has asked me to deliver this to you.” The young flight attendants informed with a smile.

Rin accepted it and opened the bag.

It was snacks he and Y/n enjoyed eating together. At the bottom of the bag was a piece of paper inside.

I hope you have been well.

He shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He missed her dearly.

Reaching for his bag, he began searching for stuff he could give back to Y/n. “Excuse me,” he called the flight attendant, “do you have pen and paper?” She returned with the items he requested.

As he was about to signal the flight attendant again, the plane suddenly jerked and trembled violently before it suddenly veering sharply to the left, causing standing passengers to lose their balance.

Y/n’s voice came over the intercom with a vague announcement, immediately ordering all passengers to fasten their seatbelts.

Rin could not mistake the uneasiness in her tone and nor did he miss the looks on the flight attendants' faces as they quickly shuffled around, making sure all passengers followed the announcement.  

Quickly fastening his seatbelt, unknowingly holding his breath.

Talk to me Y/n, Rin silently prayed to himself.

No one could have anticipated encountering a situation typically happening only in films. The lights inside the plane started flickering, and the aircraft continued to sway as if struggling to remain airborne. This prompts passengers to demand an explanation.

Rin looked down at his watch and began counting.

It was the longest five minutes of his life before he heard Y/n’s voice.

“This is your pilot Y/n, we will be making an emergency landing shortly here in Singapore, please remain seated and keep your seat belt fastened until further notice.”

Thirty minutes later, the plane landed on the tarmac and moved towards the many flashing vehicles.

At last, an announcement was made, except this time it was not Y/n’s voice. “This is your co-captain speaking, I sincerely apologize for the sudden change and inconvenience. There has been an emergency medical situation and I ask everyone to please remain seated until further notice. Another announcement will be made as soon as you can exit the aircraft, there will be gate agents ready to assist and get you on the next flight to Thailand.”

Outside of the aircraft ambulances and other medical services were waiting outside.

Rin’s eyes widen as he catches a glimpse of Y/n rushing alongside the stretcher that is being hauled into an ambulance.

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Rin and his team boarded the next flight to Thailand. His mind remained clouded and hazy as he awaited Y/n’s text response, any response from her. During the game, he found himself sidelined for most of it, as his coached noticed his lack of mental focus. The moment EJP Raijin was declared champions, Rin rushed to the locker room to check his phone.

He has never been so relieved to see her name on his screen.

I’m in Thailand at XXX Hotel. Dinner?

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“Usually, on long flights lasting 6 hours or more, there are three pilots, but this time, there were four due to the larger aircraft. It was my co-pilot’s and my turn to swap and rest. Thirty minutes after falling asleep, I heard him call my name, gasping that he was experiencing chest pains,” Y/n recounted, rubbing her face with her hand as she relived the moment. “He was having a cardiac arrest,” Y/n pushed the food on her plate around, not having much of an appetite. She described how she administered CPR to her colleague while simultaneously giving commands to the other pilot to request an emergency landing. “An as if that wasn’t challenging enough, we flew into a flock of birds that caused one of our engines to blow out,” Y/n explained, her expression reflecting extreme fatigue as she recount the situation on the plane. “The plane got out of control so I had to quickly switch and gain control in the air until we landed in Singapore.” She smiled tiredly at Rin, “he’s okay if you’re wondering.”

“That’s good, but are you okay?” Rin cared more for her well-being than the others. He too lost his appetite, pushing his food around. He reached for her hand and laced their fingers. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m just… exhausted. It’s been a long four months…” she tightened her fingers around his. “Long four months of training and… without you.”

Rin could only maintain eye contact with her in silence before softly inquiring, “what are you trying to say…?”

“I’m saying that I have missed you, Rintarou. I have missed you every single day,” Y/n answered earnestly.

A deep sigh escaped from his lips, as though he had been holding it in for quite some time before they curved into a smile. “I missed you too,” he admitted.

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In the brief period he’s known her, she has consistently been a sound sleeper, likely due to her hectic work routine.

But at this moment, he could tell she was deeply asleep as she didn’t stir when he shifted himself so he could hold her. His heart rate eased as she nestled closer into his warmth. The tip of her nose pressed lightly against his nipple, erecting his nub as she unconsciously rubbed against it.

He hist softly, cursing silently in his head. Counting backward from one hundred, he distracts his mind with other thoughts to distract himself.

He found it hard to grasp the reality of her presence beside him. After dinner, there was no way he was going to part from her.

He held on to the end of her shirt like a lost puppy, “stay with me.”

Y/n reached for his hand, holding it tightly, “I’m so tired, I’m ready to fall asleep on my feet.”

“Your place or mine, I don’t care, your call.” Rin stepped closer and cupped her cheek, “I just want to be wherever you are.”

They came back to hers. Rin noticed her small luggage and a handful of her belongings spread out on the desk.

Y/n began stripping her clothes off, leaving only her panties and sports bra on. Rin could feel his face heat up as he turned away.

“I’m just getting comfortable, don’t worry I won’t take advantage of you,” she teased, slipping into the bed. “Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to get in?”

He stripped down to his boxers briefs and slipped in, he might as well get comfortable with her too.

“Are you afraid I’ll bite you? Why are you so far away from me? Are you lying about missing me?”

Y/n was tugged into Rin’s arm as they tightly locked around her. “I would lie about many things but missing you isn’t one of them.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, “sleep, you can barely keep your eyes open.”

“Rin.”

He hummed watching her close her eyes before she whispered, “I like you.”

Minutes later, her breathing steadied, and she relaxed in his embrace. Rin couldn’t pinpoint when he started noticing the small intricacies about her. Like the tiny beauty mark at the outer corner of her left eye, or how her green eyes occasionally shifted to yellow in the sunlight. He observed how her eyes crinkled when she smiled widely and how she would quickly use a hand to cover her smile. He longed to reach out and smooth the wrinkles on her forehead when she was deeply focused on something.

He found himself missing her every second of the day whenever she wasn’t by his side, and every little thing seemed to remind him of her. Whether it was spotting someone with the same shade of green eyes or hearing or seeing an airplane in the sky, thoughts of Y/n would flood his mind.

Every little thing about Y/n came down to one thing, he was hopelessly in love with her.

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For the past five minutes, Y/n had been observing the man sleeping beside her. She couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under his eyes and how he seemed to have lost weight, his cheeks appearing sunken.

She had noticed her weight loss and general disinterest since their fallout, believing she was the only one suffering. As her fingers lightly brushed his bangs aside, she pondered whether he, too, might have been enduring similar struggles.

After she left his place that day, regret weighed heavily in her heart ever since. She has never felt rejected and hurt as much as Rin telling her to leave his place.

She distracted herself with work, taking on additional shifts until one day she was greeted by someone she least expected, her old boss, the Chief Master Sergeant of the Air Specialty Force.

“We need you to come back,” was the first thing he said. “We have a project and you are the only one who can lead it and carry it out.”

Pursuing aviation had always been Y/n’s passion and dream, so joining the military straight out of school seemed like the optimal choice for her. In a sense, she was achieving two goals at once: pursuing her passion while also upholding the long-standing family tradition of military service spanning decades.  

A year ago, she would have eagerly accepted the mission, always eager for a fresh challenge. But now, she found herself struggling to find her voice. Accepting the mission meant being away for an extended period – ranging from at least six months to two years or more.

Y/n couldn’t understand why she was hesitating.

A part of her was her pride.

She is reminded of a painful past incident that had her dismissed with an uncharacterized discharge. After she returned to the civilian world, she was pulled into commercial aviation to maintain a part of her passion.

But that wasn’t it either.

At last, Rin’s face came to her mind.

Everything has changed since she met Rin.  

He was only meant to be a distraction. Their relationship was never meant to have gone this far or deep.

She wasn’t supposed to care for him, let alone, formed a bond with him.

Her time in the military and her specialized field compelled her to prioritize her duty over settling down, understanding that investing in something that might only lead to heartbreak was not in her best interest. Even in her current time, she was always on the go, never settling in one spot for long, she was convinced a relationship wouldn’t survive if one partner was always gone.

This is why she steered clear of committing to a relationship or remaining attached to someone for an extended duration.

Y/n had refused to acknowledge her feelings for Rintarou. She viewed their interactions as mere entertainment whenever she was back at home. She enjoyed his pursuit and the undivided attention he gave her. She has never had anyone give her as much attention as Rin had. At first, she believed it was because he was younger than her and was infatuated with the thought of chasing and finding interest in an older woman.

However, as they spent more time together, the hours slipping by unnoticed, she gradually found herself caving into him, basking in the warmth of his arms and feeling her heart beat in sync with his.

She had never yearned for someone’s company as intensely as she did for his. Simply being in his presence was sufficient to make her feel at ease and rejuvenate. He filled a void in her life that she hadn’t realized existed.

Her heart and mind started yearning for every detail about him. In a crowded place, she’d catch a glimpse of men similar in height, instantly reminded of him. The sight of the color yellow would remind her of his eyes that glowed whenever they locked with hers. She began following his volleyball team to stay on top of updates about him and his professional life.

She thought she was the only one who was feeling these aftereffects.

Therefore, it was a hasty choice on her part to accept the mission, driven by the desire to distract herself from him and put physical distance between them.

She was simply a coward who was hopelessly in love with him.

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E/n: I'm happy to explain anything you might be confused about, or hopefully my next part will explain/answer it.

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[bellaaldamas]

Hey, thank you for liking a few of my Daria-related posts, made my day yesterday. Always great to see a Daria fan out in the wild internet. :)

Hey there:) Pleased to meet you as well. When I stumbled across your and other users' Daria and Daria/Trent posts, I found myself nodding enthusiastically, having been transported back in time when my first real life major event concerning fiction was a celebration of Daria and Tom's break up in the "college" special. Agreed with all of your points on that matter. Particularly in regards to the direction of the show in later seasons, Daria's offensive and misogynistic relationship with Tom and how, analyzing the show as an adult, it becomes even more evident that the best and most fitting scenario, both writing wise out of universe and character wise in universe, would've been Daria and Trent (one of my first tv OTPs).

Obviously, being all grown up, I realize just how flawed the entire show was and that neither the cliched and offensive storyline with Tom nor throwing Trent under the bus came out of the blue. The groundwork for this direction, alas, was always there because the show was a product of it's time. Despite having fleshed out, well rounded characters it had massive issues plot wise, including the "not like other girls" sexism. Which could have - and should have - been a critical commentary but instead ended up being promoted.

The show started and even continued with the right message (before it all went horribly wrong). Highlighting that Daria was in many ways no less misguided than Quinn and the Fashion club. That her belief that her own goals and values were somehow "profound" and "dignified" whereas theirs were "shallow" was not actually the case (given that Daria's "values" included sexism, classism, and benefiting from her family's white middle class privileges while seeing said family as less "developed" and "informed" than she was because they wouldn't take her childish tantrums and angst seriously).

The show accentuated, on several occasions, the fact that Daria did not fight against real social injustice but, more often than not, fought against other women, including for misogynistic and ageist reasons (Daria's statements towards Val - the editor of a girls magazine - degrading her for daring to still enjoy life, making friends and looking after herself after - the horror - 30 were a staple of sexism). While antagonizing other women, Daria had no qualms associating with supremely misogynistic Male Nerds TM just because they had the same affinity for low quality media and the same juvenile angst and entitlement.

But - the show was self aware about all that initially and that's why it was interesting and why Daria was still compelling, no matter all the aforementioned issues. A character does not have to always do, say or think the right things in order to stand out (and it would be hypocritical to hold a fictional teenage heroine accountable for misguided views at the age of 16-18 when the entire popular media is filled with stories about male serial killers changing "for the better" - actually not changing at all in most cases - in order to win the "true love" of unreachable virtuous women). The narrative, in earlier seasons, did not endorse Daria's double standards or frame her as being superior to those "other women".

Moreover, several episodes were dedicated to showcasing how Daria's prejudice had been stemming from ignorance, place of privilege (as mentioned above) and, most importantly, ruining her own life and that of others around her. Particularly Jane, whenever she, a fellow outcast, made consistent effort to bond with other people - including the "other girls" - and understand their perspective; because unlike Daria, Jane was open minded and not misogynistic at all.

Same contrast could be perceived between Daria and Jodie, a fellow "brain" and an overachiever in terms of studies. Who, however, was sociable, found a common ground with cheerleader girls like Brittany, had a healthy and positive relationship with her boyfriend and made definitive steps towards making a change and participating in activism (instead of sitting in front of tv watching Sick Sad World, like Daria did).

No less important was the role of Trent, on the show in and Daria's story alike.

In the earlier seasons Trent was both a foil to Daria and her middle class arrogance as well as her teenage crush. The crush was as (stereo)typical as it gets: Trent was an older brother of her best friend Jane and a rock musician, as local and unaccomplished as he and his band could be. In a way Trent represented everything that Daria feared but would never admit the real reason for fearing it (because that would mean tackling her prejudice and she was not ready to that just yet). Daria was used to privileged middle class life and to being an achiever whose goal was to leave Lawndale for good. Because she, for the already mentioned reason of classism and prejudice, saw other people in her hometown as "less than" and considered herself to be "worthy of more".

Then there was Trent who was content with sleeping till noon, using music as a way of self expression and not as a way of "selling out" and valued people based on their personality rather than their abilities and privileges. For that he often became a punchline for heinously ableist jokes on the show, especially when it was hinted he might have had dyslexia or other kind of learning disability. Another example of how the show was a product of it's time, not that modern media has made any major progress in terms of disability representation (it is still as ableist as ever but now frames disability as a "superpower" for progressive points).

But despite the narrative issues the show went out of it's way to demonstrate how Trent challenged Daria and made her reconsider her self centered view of life. Of all the people around her Trent was the only one whose well being Daria genuinely cared about with no benefit for herself. As far as she was concerned, they had no romantic future together and she didn't believe Trent would ever see her in a romantic light.

Even with Jane Daria's friendly care for her was rooted in selfishness and fear to remain alone. Each time the two of them fell apart (in 99.9 percents of cases because of Daria's entitled attempts to ruin Jane's social life with other people so Jane would only "belong" to her and dedicate all of her attention and free time to her) Daria was only talking about herself and how SHE was affected by not having Jane around. And not having someone "to understand" her self imposed social isolation.

With Trent, however, Daria showed glimpses of real maturity, unrelated in any way to teenage angst on which her other relationships and antagonism towards others were built. Daria genuinely wanted Trent to be okay and safe even if they couldn't be together and that's probably the only instance, on the entire show, when Daria was completely selfless.

While her crush on Trent was often shown to be a product of teenage hormones, it was the only feeling in Daria's character arc that made her question her own prejudice and close mind, unprompted. That is, without something terrible happening, her parents fighting (as she believed because of her even if it wasn't entirely the case), Jane being fed up with Daria's endeavors to intervene with her, Jane's, social interactions with others; or Quinn deciding to be a bigger person occasionally and trying to mend a sisterly relationship between them (before both fell back into their old thinking patterns because ultimately the show provided no consistent character development - but that's precisely the issue of the later seasons and their direction).

There's a scene where Daria's classism and arrogance get the best of her and she envisions her future with Trent. In which she, obviously, is the intellectually and morally superior martyr who works 24/7 to make ends meet and is an established professional. Whereas Trent, being a "lazy implied dyslectic", lays around and does nothing. But then the scene changes to Daria reflecting some more, focusing on her feelings for Trent here and now which offset the prejudiced thinking - and her mind gives her an entirely different picture, where the two are happy and together. That was probably the ONLY time Daria, unconsciously, realized she and her worldview might've been completely wrong, that people are not one dimensional stereotypes she reduced them to and that others, including Trent, were just as complex and multi-layered as she was.

It would have been perfect grounds for making Daria reconsider her misguided views and grow out of them...

And then came Tom and his storyline.

That's when all the misogyny, "not like other girls" culture and all the other problematic elements of the story and Daria's character in particular stopped being a critical commentary and started being presented at face value.

A show that prided itself on being "progressive" and that had it's heroine look down upon anything she labeled as "girly" and "for those other, silly teenage girls and housewives" who dare to enjoy romance and drama resorted to the tritest, most cliched soap opera plot of Daria falling in love with Jane's boyfriend. And it was NOT a critical commentary on said soap opera plot: it was framed as being as "deep and profound" as Daria believed she herself was. It was framed as Daria "finally growing up and growing out of her juvenile crush on inferior underachiever Trent and finding the right fit for her elevated and superior self". On top of Jane being implied to be "less worthy" of "intelligent and privileged" Tom than the fellow "intelligent and privileged" Daria.

All the classism and misogyny that could have been deconstructed - and at some points of the series really were deconstructed - suddenly triumphed and became the forefront. The "not like other girls" Daria alienated her female friend because of a man even though before she would interfere with Jane's other relationship, platonic and romantic, for selfish and possessive reasons. Daria, who lectured adult women on how they should live their life and what self respect is would let a man literally treat her like a piece of furniture and make her feel used. Because he "makes up for it" by liking the same low quality shows on tv and indulging the same bad eating habits. Every single unhealthy aspect of Daria's personality was amplified by Tom - and the show framed it as "growth and development".

Icing on cake was when the show tried to halfheartedly do damage control and released an episode literally called "boxing Daria" where Daria and her worldview were criticized - except for all the wrong reasons. Instead of making her gradually grow out of her one dimensional views, close mind and not like other girls thinking the narrative shamed her for not wanting to "have fun" and participate in genuinely stupid school activities. All the flashes of nuance that could be seen in earlier seasons went completely down the drain.

With that said, at least in the very end the train-wreck of a relationship that was Daria and Tom ended as it should have: with Daria realizing she and Tom were not compatible and should pursue individual development away from each other (though even that was influenced by outer circumstances and them going to different colleges). Sadly, it did not make up for irreversible degradation of the series in later seasons.

But there are still Daria/Trent fanfics to fill the void:)

[uselesssomebody]

𝕀: 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 (when the world went to shit | pre! and post!outbreak joel miller x reader)

complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist

“𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥” - last words of a shooting star | mitski

words || 𝟚.𝟚𝕜

series masterlist || when the world went to shit

previous || i: the prologue

summary || in which the reader and joel reminicse on times gone by

a/n || first fic of 2024!!

➵ part of a series; check the masterlist ^!

➵ ask if you wanna be added to a taglist

➵ not proofread

➵ heed the warnings in said masterlist, this series is 18+

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || really harsh angst

➵ character death

➵ suicide

➵ suicidal ideation

ellie had been quiet the past few days, and joel wasn’t sure he could blame her.

he’d tried to make it better - if that’s any consolation. he’d read that book of puns with her cover to cover about twice, he’d tried to get her to go out and meet other youth in the jackson commune, and even spoke privately with maria to see if the older women could help him liven ellie’s spirits. one night, he’d take her out on one of the horses, citing a perimeter check to tommy as the reason and, though one had been carried out that day itself, his brother seceded, seeing the desperate look on joel’s face and the contemplative one on ellie’s.

she’d liked it, he thinks. they’d sat just a kilometer or two from the commune, such that if they both went really silent and tuned out the bugs and wind, they’d still hear the distant buzz of electricity coming from the beacon that the commune was. the horse ride was quiet, but she’d hugged onto his back, maybe tighter than she’d done before, and her head rested against him, causing him to try and move as little as possible, so as to keep her comfortable. he’d introduced her to the concept of constellations, and she’d cracked a few smiles - maybe even a laugh or two - as her imagination concocted wild shapes over the stars. she’d fallen asleep on the way back, her light breaths sometimes catching and turning into small snores, making joel’s still tough exterior crack just slightly, a smile delicately resting over his features.

carrying her had become practically second nature to him now, easing her into her bed in their small house - one they could call their own. she looked peaceful - happy, and he hoped it would carry onto the next day. settling into his own bed - not far from hers, feeling paranoid should it be - he gazed up at the blank wall above him, deep breaths and a quiet night allowing him to practically feel the oxygen coursing through his body. 

a sudden sense of deja vu overtakes him, and it’s so powerful that it physically overwhelms him, making his head spin and his breath catch. it was so strong, it was almost as though he could feel her, hear her next to him, telling him to stay another moment, wrapping her legs over his and her arms around him. his mind has wandered away from ellie, resting instead on… her. the one that got away.

what had she said again? that morning… something about movies? mornin’ lovin’? he couldn’t remember exactly what, but he did remember her - how she made him feel.

it was just before all this. the last time he was really content, before the contentment he found in jackson.

he wondered about her.

she sometimes wondered how she made it so far into the end of the world.

maybe she was more hardy than she made herself out to be - a fast learner, with an adaptive personality.

but really, what she had was support.

when the world went to shit, she had hidden in her bathroom. and - perhaps the only person in the world she believed remembered her - her neighbor, a few doors down, and also her closest work friend. she heard the grating horn of a car, but did it sound sweet when the voice that accompanied it called out for her.

she ran outside, shielding her eyes from the explosions occurring in the distance, and she runs up to the door of the car. inside, bella: the girl who sits in the cubicle across from her, who seemed so sweet, if not a little mouthy when they gossiped about their boss, always-rememebered-everyone’s-birthday bella, sitting in the driver’s seat with a determined, cold look in her eyes, a pistol peeking out of her half-opened glovebox.

“get in.” bella orders, and she immediately complies, sliding into the passenger seat, and nearly screaming when a hand places softly on her shoulder to reassure her. whipping her head back, as bella begins to drive, she sees ryan, their other coworker - who bella was a bit closer with.

“what the fuck is going on?” she whimpers, and ryan swallows harshly.

“fuck if i know? people are going crazy - we have to get somewhere isolated.” bella hums in agreement, eyes trained on the road.

“can you use a gun?” her heart clenches.

“a - what? no - no, i can’t-”

“learn.” bella’s tone is sharp, and it shuts her up.

ryan squeezes her shoulder again.

“bella, calm down. guys, we’ll be okay. we’ll figure it out.”

somehow, they had. the three of them had managed to get out of the city, driving through the farm lands - where few people stayed, and once they were far enough away from the suburbs and the city center, they found an abandoned farm.

that was the first safehouse.

they had gone through… perhaps over a thousand - now, 20 years into all this. 

they worked together well - bella had a gun license, and had taught the other two - both now armed with their own guns that they had pulled off different houses. she used to be a scout, and had some lifestyle experience and first-aid knowledge. and ryan was strong and aware - he was the main reason they had escaped approaching infected or - in many cases, worse - people.

it was difficult to be a woman in the apocalypse - and he knew that. he took his job very seriously.

she doesn’t remember exactly when it happened, but bella and ryan got together. of course, maybe she always expected it, but it was a symbol of hope - they were a show of normalcy in a world of horror. bella confided in her a lot - about finding somewhere to possibly begin settling down, setting up defenses… maybe having a self-sustaining farm. it was quaint, it was sweet, it was homely, and best, it was starting to seem realistic. 

but that’s when their luck ran out.

waking up to sharp clicks coming up the stairs, stuttered steps clacking against the wooden floor. she jolts awake, immediately cringing at the slight squeak of the bed. luckily, past the only slightly ajar door, the muffled sound is only enough to cause the clicker to pause and curiously angle its body in the direction of the sound. 

she looks up in horror at bella and ryan - both also up, and trying their best to be dead silent. bella gets up, with only the smallest creak of the floorboards, as she signals to ryan to grab the bag, and for her to get up. both comply, joining her. they all know there’s no shot of getting out through the front door, and bella points to the window. ryan and her both procure their pistols, aiming at the clicker, and she remembers the way her stomach churned in horror. 

as bella opens the window, there’s a loud creak as it opens, and for a quarter of a second, they all glance at each other with blown out, horrified eyes.

immediately, the clicker bursts through the door, snarling and clicking loudly and wildly. ryan shoots at it, causing it to only stagger a little.

“get out!” he shouts, and she complies, forcing bella to come with her - though she knows the other woman desperately wants to stay and help ryan.

but she’s not too worried - he’s handled this stuff before. he’ll get out.

right?

they flee off the roof, jumping down from the short height to the floor, and hiding in the nearby bushes, as they wait for ryan to join them, but then, at the sound of screams…

bella begins to sob.

it’d been a year since.

bella hasn’t been the same.

she’s tried to keep them both alive, keeping a much lower profile, and trying to be more brave when looting and encountering infected and raiders. keeping the both of them afloat was not what she’d signed up for, but she tried her best to step up to the task.

today was ryan’s death. it was as if the day knew it - gloomy, and raining when she woke up that morning. bella was turned away, pouring over her belongings in the corner of the bedroom of the abandoned house they were currently settled in.

she decided not to bother her.

looking around, they were low on… well, everything. luckily enough, the area was a ghost town. perhaps she could go looting - seeing what she could find. she’ll do it herself, she decides, and maybe bring back something to soothe bella’s troubled mind.

“i’m going out, okay?” her voice is soft, and bella doesn’t look up, instead humming dejectedly in response, and she swallows thickly.

she appreciates the fresh air outside. overgrown with plants, each building is lush and green, as she looks around at the landscape.

first, she picks off the houses. decent medical equipment, some ammo, and some food. it was a good haul, and for the first time in a long time, her bag feel heavy.

there’s a bar across the street. sounds promising. swinging the belled door open, she hears it ring behind her as she stalks in. she slowly looks around. it looks… worn. but it’s oddly warm, compared to the other houses.

she glances at the shelves, and there’s a few unopened bottles - one or two stronger liquors. smiling softly, she takes one. she’s not greedy - one is enough for now. for tonight.

walking back to their shelter, she’s careful to walk up the creaky stairs of the house, avoiding the tripwires she’d lined with attached pots to note the presence of her intruder.

“bella!” she calls, “look what i got!” no answer.

“bella?” she continues, “the bar had some goods!” still no answer. reaching the door, she inhales deeply as she prepares to try to help bella feel better.

“bella…” she slowly swings open the door.

bella’s in there. as is a rope hanging from the ceiling. her feet aren’t touching the ground, and her head is lolling to the side, eyes closed - chest… still. she’s not breathing. 

she gasps in shock, horrified, before she suddenly shuts the door. she can’t look inside. she can’t breathe. her chest clenches painfully, and she falls to her knees, eyes welling - blurring her vision.

“no… no, no, no, this can’t be happening…”

she whispers it to herself, begging to someone, anyone that what she’d seen hadn’t been real. but it is. no one else is here.

she wants to scream, and wail tears streaming down her cheeks, but she can’t. she knows she can’t. someone will hear her, something will come for her. 

her hand touches the bottom of the door, seeing bella’s shadow through the slit between the wood and the floor there. 

she can hear her own heartbeat.

she wishes that she wouldn’t.

she was… angry at bella.

was it selfish? perhaps.

but she believed it was equally selfish for bella to do such a thing, and to strand her completely alone in the cruel world, with the knowledge that the only two people in the world who knew that she existed had died.

how do you move on from that? she wondered that for a long time. she wondered if there was a point. but then, she remembered bella’s hopes for her - unfortunately cut short - future with ryan. and that stability - that idea of a home, not the nomadic life she was forced to live - she yearned for it deeply, and it was the only thing that kept her going.

when she came to this conclusion, she opened that door that she’d cried in front of for the first time. she needed her things - she needed to start packing up. and, as she did, she noticed a note by the windowsill. 

bella’s handwriting, one she could still recognize from the notes that bella would playfully hand her in passing back before all of this, sharing some new piece of office gossip.

of course, this was a different kind of note.

she walked downstairs, closing the door gently, before closing all the blinds and sitting on the couch. that was her bed for tonight, and tomorrow, she would move on.

she goes to sleep that night, reading through bella’s note to find some closure. it makes her head and eyes swim, but she powers through it. she’s less angry at bella afterwards. she’d cared for her until the very end, and it was only after a year of contemplation and anguish - that bella suffered through to stay with her - could bella no longer do it.

her cheeks, and the dusty cushion of the couch are drenched as she falls asleep, note clutched to her chest.

for the first time in a while, her dreams were vivid.

she dreamt of the world before, her old life, her happy memories of bella, ryan, and her other friends. she remembered her highs and her heartbreaks. at some point, a prominent face made a distinct appearance.

joel miller.

[fiikaela]

By the Blades We Meet

Ganondorf brainrot that was inspired by this prompt below. I accidentally wrote two chapters for this while procrastinating on chemistry and figured why not post it. so here's my take on the op's awesome idea

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Chapter one

The man slumped onto the sand-strewn floor beneath your sandaled feet, all of his previous baffles and threats gone. You huffed a cool laughter, brushing off the dust that got onto your new desert set. As embarrassing as the clothes were, they weren't actually restrictive of your movements.

"T- Thank you." A small voice mumbled behind you, right, it was the Hylian girl this man tried to harass. The sound of her quiet voice snapped you back from your disappointment at the guy's lack of a good fight. He had strength, but only strength. You turned back to the girl and gave her a small smile.

"No problem."

Before she could say anything else or blabber more nonsense, you strapped your hat back on, and continued the road to Gerudo Town. You heard something about paying back from the girl, but you don't really care. Right now, you just want to find someone who can provide a fun fight with you. And it was said that the Gerudo were a race consisting entirely of women, and they were all raised as formidable warriors.

Life gets boring, it gets boring quick. Kakariko was a peaceful, quiet village. Entirely opposite of what you wanted. The martial arts that were supposed to be passed down for generations have faded, the usual masters at them have grown weak with time. You wanted excitement, wanted the power it feels to see hundreds of monsters crumbling at your feel, the thrill it feels to push your katana against a mighty opponent. You don't have to win, no, you don't want to win. You are tired to winning.

You just wanted a good fight.

One by one. Your challengers had all bowed in defeat. You skill grew exponentially with each passing fight, the fun it had to be defeated by someone when you were but a teenager had gone, as you had even passed the test provided by Impa's personal protectors. They had asked you stay and serve the people, telling you a promising future by serving the royal family. But that's not what you want.

You are the untamed wind that soars in the sky, the wild beast that chases the moon.

And all you want was to find someone who can beat you in battle.

The desert wind blew, as you found yourself at the entrance of the town. It was an oasis in the midst of the golden sand that stretched beyond the horizon. You looked up at the tall, brooding women guarding the the gates, their body shone with power and strength under the harsh sunlight. You were considered tall for a Sheikah, but you still feel dwarfed by their appearance. One of the women peeked down at you, her fiery eyebrow rising slightly. She eyed the guard next to her, and they moved the spears apart, opening the entrance.

You nodded, deciding that asking the guards for a fight may as well make you an unwelcomed guest in the town.

You paced slowly, taking in the unfamiliar layout into a map insider of your head. You wished you had a Sheikah slate with you, but that technology had been forgotten over time. There were shops, trinkets, and loud chattering. A group of laughing children ran past you, giggling as they swung their tiny, wooden weapons at each other. It was truly a town made for warriors, and you wondered why you didn't find it sooner.

You let your hand brush lightly against the sheathed katana, a habit you had developed ever since the childhood incidence where your weapon was stolen by a random Yiga member during a fight. It was quite stupid, and something that you feel ashamed of to recall.

Your ears perked up, having adjusted to the noise volume to catch on to the distant, faint sound of clattering. It sounded like weapon hitting against a each other, a noise that had your heart racing. Maybe there's a training session going on? You followed the sound, waving away the enthusiastic shopkeeper who called you over to look at her products. You turned right into a quiet valley, right over a bar that burst with laughter and clinking of glass. Over to a wall where the noises grew louder.

It was definitely weapons clattering, you can even hear the occasional grunt when a harder hit lands on what you presumed to be a shield. It sounded like fun, so you ran over to the open archway, and peered from the side.

A simple, open arena opened in front of you. Everyone in it wore the same armor as the two guards outside, their red mane of a hair tied into tall ponytails and buns. All of them were split into pairs, each pair holding on to either a spear, or a scimitar paired with a shield. Shouts and sweat filled the open arena. You scanned the place, noticing a few ones singled out on the side who practiced with a dummy, and the two people looking like their commanders standing on the top of a small stairway that raised off the ground.

One of them looked suspiciously like a man, towering even over the tall woman next to him. His arms were folded against his chest, and his attire unique from anyone you had seen. He wore a serious, yet intrigued expression on his face as he watched the training session. Nothing special other than the curious headpiece that hung on his forehead. You turned your attention back onto the fight, too bored to pay attention to the two spectators.

The Gerudo had a unique style of fighting. One that allowed them to make it look graceful even with the heavy weapons they wielded. But still, a quite simplistic one that you have confidence of winning against, even without a shield. You never liked those things anyways, as katana was the go-to weapon: light, fast, efficient, clean. Some Shiekah sorcery was also fun, but you need more digging and practicing on those to avoid the occasional failures they have. You only learnt them from watching the Yiga and the Shiekah doing it, so that explains why it is flawed when you try it.

A hind of boredom snuck their way into you, by now, you have grasped the basics of their movements. You supposed that the Gerudo would be more difficult to fight than any of the other races, but it still didn't seem enough. But at least they have the spirit to train their people, unlike the others who just gave up on it.

Something perked your attention, like a sudden ice cold water that was dumped onto your head. Your gaze snapped up, and was met with the piercing eyes of the odd man on the platform. He motioned toward the woman, who gave him a frown before snapping her eyes to you. You looked back into their hard gaze unflinchingly, and again turned back to the training, deciding to ignore them even as you felt their gaze drilling a hole through you.

The session seems to be approaching the end, as several women began to falter slightly in their movements, the one on top of the platform had raised her hand, giving a clear order to take a break. The fight ceased, the trainees scattered across the arena for a rest, sweat beaming on their sun-kissed, dark skin. It was beautiful, you wondered if you could join.

You stepped in, feeling their gazes as you crossed the weapons and walked slowly, but purposefully to the two commanders, who's eyes were both on you. Several resting trainees stood up, their hand holding tight on their weapons.

"State your purpose before you come any closer." What you assumed to be the woman commander spoke, her voice loud and forceful.

The man next to her sighed, "calm, it is not as if I cannot defend myself."

Ok, it's definitely a man then. He had a deep, pleasant voice that would make anything he says to sound enjoyable. You peered over curiously, it seems that he holds a high social status here.

You raised both of your hands as a show of your compliance. "I mean no harm to anyone, but the training have deeply intrigued me, and I wonder if I could join them as a challenge." You spoke carefully, fighting a lot of angry warrior women at once sounds fun, but it's not exactly what you want at the moment.

"Join us?" The commander said with a huff of bewilderment, "a Hylian like you cannot withstand our vigorous training." She shook her head, her tone prideful as she stared you down. You felt a smile pull at your lips.

"First of all, I am a Sheikah." You stated, your hands are still raised, but a casual smile had snuck onto your face, you noticed the man next to her turning his gaze on you, but you ignored it. He was probably just some dumb patron anyways. "But what if I bested all of you in a one to one, or all to one, combat?"

Silence fell around them, the woman burst into laughter and the man holding a bemused grin on his face.

"Sheikah, don't bite off more than what you can handle." He spoke directly to you for the first time, he was grinning in almost a menacing way, but his eyes were searchful as they bored into you. "If you get badly injured, it is not within our responsibility to help."

"Your majesty!" The commander next to him glared, "you can't be seriously considering this… foolish request from that Hylian?"

"Why not?" He looked over at her, his face full of confidence, "once our sisters are well-rested, they can surely challenge the Shiekah as they like. I've heard that the Shiekah tribe masters in secret martial art, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to see what the fearsome servant of the royal family have in stock for us, right?"

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, but deciding against telling them off from seeing you as a mere servant of others. You save all, you serve none. But does it matter to a sheep on the knife's edge?

The Gerudo women nodded, their wary eyes scanning over your body, sizing you up. So this man is apparently, a king, if not a prince, to this tribe. You vaguely recall some history book saying this phenomenon of a man every once a century, but you had assumed it to be just a fancible lie told by the king every generation to showcase his "uniqueness" to the outside. The commander gave you a death glare.

"Well then. You've heard the king, don't go easy on the Hylian." She turned, obviously angry. The man burst into a hearty laugh, putting a giant hand on her shoulder.

"Let's get started when anyone feels ready. Keep it at one on one for now."

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i hope you enjoyed this short take (if anyone was going to read it)!! and we acc get to duel ganon in the next chapt :,)

i dont think this is going to follow any zelda timeline, could end up be a mashed together one from botw+totk. i havent finished totk yet

ps. ik the op updated their prompt, but since this one was written some day ago im going to keep it like this. Might add changes later but idk

Chapter two

[saintqueer]

I'm sorry you got harassed again just from a simple post with a (imo pretty valid) opinion. If that person is the same that answered your post by reblogging and repplying on their blog with unnecessary hate (apparently queer but a solo louie) then it's the one I just blocked. I love to currate my experience in this fandom. Anyway I just wanted to say, I used to love your posts in this fandom! I lost track of your blog and thought you'd disappeard. I'm glad to see you're still on Tumblr and enjoying other fandoms. I'm well aware of how toxic this fandom can get (between the hets, the solos often queer themselves but hating on queer larries and more, to many groups to count tbh, louis' attitude on social media ect), especially when you dare to voice an opinion, which I'm mostly don't lol. I'm staying for the art, the fics, the great memes and ofc the music and the people. You're "y'all" made me think 'I Hope she still got good times and friends out if it. I made some great friends in the larries bunch myself. Anyway sorry for the rant, I lost track of what was my point here. Just was happy to see you pop on my dash through a mutual and wanted to say so I guess?? So once again thank you for the fun times I had reading your posts back in the days; have a great time out here, enjoying your favs fandoms, you do you! Sending love xx

so i was trying to avoid posting any anons regarding prev fandom discourse but i opened this one and read it through and it was just so amazing i had to respond, not just in tags 🥹🥹

of course, it's lovely to hear that you liked my posts on fandom back in the day etc but what really got me was when you wanted to make sure i still got good times and friends out of it, that nearly made me cry

because YEAH I FUCKING DID 🥺😩🥺🥹🥲

blue ( @wastelandbabyblue ) is literally one of the coolest people i've ever known while also being one of the kindest and funniest. id literally kill to meet her one day in person. i still keep up with brenda and several others i met in her og discord, some of which are the only remaining 1d fandom blogs i still follow here - they are so kind and funny and i still talk to them occasionally in a fandom discord i stayed in because i didn't want to lose touch with them.

and 🥹🥹🥹

i met 8 of who i would consider my closest friends in the whole world through fandom. through the most insane wild and unruly fandom discord drama, i literally located my found family: wedo, nino, iza, katja, olia, hanis, chloe, and su

we talk everyday still even though we live all over the world and we talk about nearly everything except fandom nowadays and they've helped me survive living day to day through some of the worst moments of my life. i don't know what i'd do if i didn't have them in my life

last night, i had a bit of a shame spiral thinking about all the time energy money i devoted to the 1d fandom. i felt embarrassed for being so loud about something that ended in so much disappointment. it wasn't fun and i know it was probably triggered by being involved in some discussions i hadn't been in so long

so when i opened this ask, anon, it reminded me so much that whatever was lost from that time, so much more was gained. the embarrassment of remembering dancing around like a fool with a rainbow flag for someone who couldn't even say something as simple as "look at all those colors" pales in comparison to the lifelong friendship i gained with these 8 beautiful women all across the globe

nothing will ever compare to the people i met and the way they feel closer to family than any of my blood ever felt

i'm glad that you found so much goodness as well and thank you for reminding me that it was all worth it for what i got

[therealvinelle]

Do you have any thoughts about vampires that could hail from the Eastern world? I've always found it strange that Twilight is so laser focused on the western world when countries like China, Japan, and India have been around far longer than most modern countries. Though given Meyer's track record with writing non-American vampires, it's probably for the best especially considering how the Egyptian coven is made up of four people out of thousands of years of history.

Relevant post, adjacent post.

Not so much, though whatever they're like they'll still have to follow Volturi law which means they're going to be careful with their hunting, staying out of the sunlight, and defending their territories. I have nothing more specific.

I actually don't mind that the Egyptian coven we meet is just Amun & friends. He's been living in hiding for centuries, for all we know there could be tons of nomads wafting in and out of Egypt or even other covens. We don't know, though I can also accept Amun's coven being the only one: by all accounts (well, my math anyway) there simply aren't that many vampires in the world of Twilight.

It would have been great to see vampires from the rest of the world, but I think I'll agree with you that it's probably for the best that we didn't. Throwback to the Amazon women being described as "wild" and "less civilized".

[vampire-sugar]

Reading QOTD post! I’ve only got two chapters left to finish this thing… the story has picked back up again and I’ll probably finish today but had some things I wanted to post about. In sum it’s gotten interesting again but also Anne says some very wild things about the global south that takes me out of the story.

Thoughts and spoilers under the cut.

Cw: mentions of rape

Finished the story of the twins conclusion chapter…

The story picked back up again!! Khayman keeps proving himself a horrible character!! And Anne should never write about non-Western countries ever!! Let the book speak for itself…

Quotes that made me write ??? in the margins:

Lestat, reading the mind of one of the men he’s about to kill.

“And a savage hatred of the women rose out of him, replete with images of rape and retribution that made me smile, and yet I understood. Rather completely I understood. So easy to feel that contempt for them, to be outraged that they had dared to become the enemy, (…) they, the women!”

Khayman when the King and Queen are getting attacked by villagers + spirits, who at this point supposedly hates them for making him rape the twins:

“It was Khayman, loyal steward to the King and Queen, who snatched up a torch and went to the aid of his master and mistress.”

Lestat, about the indigenous Haitians meeting European colonizers:

“Not a single blood descendant remains of those peaceful beings who had breathed this balmy air, (…), and thought their visitors gods perhaps, who could not but return their kindness.”

Lestat, talking about how Akasha would need the help of other vamps to fulfill her vision:

“How can you begin without them? I mean really begin, not with these backward villages, I mean in the cities where the people will fight.”

And again:

“…those poor villages we’ve conquered, they are the same as they’ve been for thousands of years.”

Those poor villages are hopeless and unimportant, got it, thanks Lestat/Anne.

Maharet talking about Mekare being in South America:

“Centuries perhaps before man had penetrated the southern reaches of the jungle continent, Mekare had come ashore there (…). How long had she wandered among birds and beasts before she’d seen a human face? Had it been centuries, or millennia, this inconceivable isolation? Or had she found mortals at once to comfort her, or run from her in terror?”

Included that last part in the quote bc it’s as if Maharet hadn’t just said that first part of how, according to her, South America was uninhabited for centuries after the time of the twins.

Anyway, I did like the part where Maharet tells them all about The Great Family, and all the vamps are moved. It is moving, to see that after all the Twins and their people have been through, their family survived. (Let us forget about the marrying within the families part).

The Story of the Twins Conclusion chapter ends with Lestat arriving at the house, meaning that the Queen is probably also there.

They are going to try and reason with the Queen to convince her that what she’s doing is bad or whatever (which obviously it is, she’s bringing more death and destruction to places already riddled with it in order to create an empire of her own) in a way that Lestat was unable to articulate. Obviously it is clear at this point that she doesn’t actually care about ridding the world of oppression etc but I don’t like how the “moral of the story” for lack of better term is going to be like “this is why we should not interfere with human problems” or what Lestat pretty much said already, that the poor and war torn countries have always been that way and there’s nothing to do to change it, it’s just how the world works. When actually what Akasha says is so true —>

Lestat thinks that all the tragedies that Haiti has faced is “their destiny; their world; they who are human”. And Akasha replies:

“And what are we? Are we useless? How do we justify what we are! How do we stand back and watch what we are unwilling to alter?”

But Akasha is evil and a liar so… I doubt there will be a VC character who thinks this and actually believes it unfortunately…

Anyway, very excited to be done with this one and move on to the next. I am so determined to get to at least TVA before May 12th but given the pace at which I have read this book… i might be delusional lol.

Bonus prediction:

This might be like obvious at this point but I think the way they are going to kill Akasha without killing themselves is by having Amel transfer to Lestat. Is this why he’s like for real called the prince later? Probably.



[erin-gilberts]

Getting to know you asks 🤗....

1. What's your go-to treat/snack (coffee/tea, cake/ muffins/cookies, etc)?

2. Would you rather hang out with friends indoors (shopping, arcade, hanging out at home, etc) or outdoors (goof off at the park, take a hike and chat, go to flea markets, etc)?

3. What are 5 of your favorite movies?

4. What are some artists you can listen to on repeat?

5. What's a fun/interesting fact about you?

Sincerely that drive-in mutual 😌👻🚫🎟

Hello @wanderingnelipot! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to answer your lovely ask. It's been a particularly rough couple of months, but I would still love to chat and get to know you better if you're interested!

1. My go-to treat is an iced latte! I used to have a pretty regular routine that on Fridays, I would always go to a local cafe after spin class and have an iced latte and an avocado toast. Cookies are always a good cozy snack for me, and I'm also partial to niche baked goods...whatever a cafe or restaurant considers their specialty and is really proud to be known for. I'm back in my hometown now and my favorite lil place currently has some phenomenal seven-layer bars.

2. I'm down for all kinds but I definitely love adventures. This week, I had a friend over and we made friendship bracelets while marathoning the Ghostbusters movies, which was lovely but a little more stationary than I usually am on my own. Wandering the woods and chatting, exploring a flea market, or goofing off at the park all provide a great opportunity to leave the house and have new experiences in new settings.

It's why I was delighted to see Frozen Empire for the first time in a place far from home - it felt like an adventure!

3. Ghostbusters Answer the Call

Jurassic Park

Bridesmaids

Titanic

Both of the live-action Scooby Doo movies - I think they're such a spiritual ancestor of Answer the Call 😂 I love them unironically; they are so goofy and were so panned but so much fun.

4. I'd most accurately describe my style of music as "crooning lesbians" lol. MUNA has been a staple in my playlist for years. I also associate a fair lot of Taylor Swift's songs with Erin Gilbert / ATC so she gets replayed often, too!

Best introduction to MUNA: "What I Want," "Home by Now," "Everything"

Most Erin songs by Taylor Swift: "Antihero," "All Too Well," "Cassandra"

5. I'm a pretty bold person who has a storied history of doing super wild things to really meaningful ends.

As a young hate crime survivor, I decided to unlearn my fear of the woods and the violence that happens to women within it by making an emotional trek 15 miles into the mountains to the site where another lesbian hate crime victim was killed.

The next year, I drove 12 hours to Toronto to see a 15 minute short film at its premiere. The short film was about the above woman's ^ story, following her partner who survived the attack, and I gambled that the director would be present. He was - his crew actually found the cairn of stones I left at the site. He was moved as hell that I came so far to see the film, and called me out on stage.

In 2022, Paul Feig was launching his cocktail book in the barely post-pandemic landscape, and on about three weeks notice, I impulsively booked a trip to NYC to attend his talk. Again, it was a gamble I'd get to meet him - they weren't announcing he'd be signing books; I just assumed and took the chance. He was! And I got to emphasize to him exactly how much GB: ATC meant to women and queer people, and he was so absolutely moved and chuffed that I brought a copy of Erin and Abby's book for him to sign.

He's since followed my friends and I as we went on a big trip tracing the footsteps of where all they filmed ATC and now recognizes our wee group by name.

So I'm 100% impulsive as hell, but I think it's always to some pretty incredible ends. 🥰

I'm going to leave you some questions in return xx

[isobelleposts]

What I’ve Been Watching This Year

by Isobelle Cruz [April 13, 2023]

March has passed and I figure it’s too late to follow through with a post on the female directors I love, so instead, here’s a short list of the shows and films I’ve been watching this year in no specific order.

Beef (2023)

Directed by Lee Sung Jin

My most recent and favorite watch…lo and behold, Beef. A show about two extremely vulnerable and flawed people masking themselves through pride and borderline pettiness. Beef has it all from road rage, heist, and arson, to child abduction.

The Netflix Original starring Ali Wong and Steven Yeung features some of the most lonely characters I’ve seen on film. Danny Cho is a struggling self-proclaimed contractor that works every opportunity he’s given to keep him and his brother afloat while also standing by his promise to buy their parents a house in Los Angeles. With all of that weight at hand, Danny resorts to attempts at suicide and at the perfect time, meets Amy Lau—a woman just as lonely, struggling, and desperate at life as Danny.

But I promise you, it is not as touching as I made it out to be.

Danny and Amy take turns attacking each other after a road rage incident—pissing in Amy’s bathroom floor, vandalizing Danny’s truck, breaking into her house, fucking his brother, kidnapping her daughter—it never seems to end. … Until it does, in the middle of nowhere. The final episode of Danny and Amy in the Deserts reminded me of animals in the wild, a representation of what humans are in the grand scheme of it all. Beef is a must-watch for the hot-tempered, prideful Asians out there who are looking to see themselves on screen

Aftersun (2022)

Directed by Charlotte Wells

Aftersun was an experience. It was uneventful yet somehow spoke so much to me about the joys I’ve been holding myself back from and continue to do. I’d say that Aftersun is so well-loved because of how much it’s able to connect with its audience, despite their varying experiences in life.

It reminded me so much of a trip I had gone on with my father when I was about the same age as Sophie. It’s happened, it’s passed, and I can’t say it really made a drastic impact on my life. But it was there. It is now a memory—which is exactly what the film was. Instead of showing a major turning point in the protagonist’s life, it showed a memory, and it was enough for me to love.

Daisy Jones & the Six (2023)

Directed by James Ponsoldt, Nzingha Stewart, and Will Graham

Let me start off by saying how rich the production for Daisy Jones & the Six was, firstly through their music. I still remember when I first got my hands on the book and searched the band on Spotify, knowing very well that no results would come up, but now there they are—-with 3 million monthly listeners and 24 songs released.

Although the production and marketing went beyond my expectations, the writing seemed to lack, unable to show depth and establish the characters’ relationships with each other. The show went straight to the point, as though the writers had been scared of losing the audience’s attention by putting more focus on the little things, which I would doubt. It lacked the craziness that was found in the book. It lacked the drugs, women, fans, and the skyrocketing feel of their career that were always present in Reed’s works.

Nonetheless, these things never dragged down my rating of the show. It was interesting to finally see what Daisy and Billy’s chemistry looked like on screen and hear their lyrics come to life, which were, oh, so difficult to read on paper. Amazon Prime did its job to reach DJATS fans’ expectations and to entertain newcomers to the fictional band. — Let’s just hope Netflix does the same for Evelyn Hugo.

Suzume (2023)

Directed by Makoto Shinkai

My first anime experience in the cinema. Suzume’s soundtrack blasting from the speakers and Makoto Shinkai’s breathtaking art displayed before me brought this urge to jump through the screen. The atmosphere his art carried through the room was something I wish I could do with my own works.

Throughout the whole watch, it didn’t come to me that this was a love story between two people. There was that obvious crush Suzume had on Sōta, but it surprises me to hear a few people refer to this film as romance. It was moreover an emotional adventure, shining light on the lost souls that have made inches of the world alive.

My favorite scene, before Sōta is turned into a keystone, wherein Tokyo is shown in slow-motion with people going through their everyday lives—eating, shopping, and commuting–-while not knowing their world was on the brink of end, made me ponder of the unseen things that make life the way it is. Everything that has brought everyone to where they are.

There had been times when Suzume and Sōta would prepare to lock up a door once again and I’d think to myself, when will this end? It was as though listening to a song that would repeat the same line over and over again, but besides that, the pacing was captivating---had my eyes stuck to the screen the whole time.

Suzume is exactly what you would expect from Makoto Shinkai. Beautiful art, music, and an okay story.

Babylon (2023)

Directed by Damien Chazelle

Ask me if I’m tired of watching films set in Hollywood and I would likely say yes. But that doesn’t stop me from doing just so over and over again. It surprised me to see how negative the reviews on Babylon have been and almost allowed myself to be swayed by them, but thankfully, had chosen otherwise.

Although I do see where some of the negativity comes from.

The film has been branded as “ Chazelle’s attempt to pander to the Academy for another best pic nomination” by audiences, and as yet another film showing off the lavish and wild lives of Hollywood. Inequality, drugs, women, abuse, and everything. What’s new?

Well, I don’t really care about what’s new or what makes Babylon a poorly-made knockoff of Cinema Paradiso or Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. Chazelle was able to keep me entertained and laughing throughout its 3-hour duration, and sometimes it gets really tiring trying to make cinema a technical experience. I can proudly say (shaking as I type this) that I loved Babylon.

[dxfiedfxte]

Pretty sure it was moved to the beta editor But Tumblr doesn't seem to think it was, so...

Thread move/continuation from: this post || @hxpelessnurse ||

🩹 - Mikan

Mikan felt a sigh of relief leave her as he told her not to apologize. “Most of m-my friends are single still too,” She added. “I definitely th-think M-Mioda could use someone to… calm her down a little.” The rocker was a rather wild one, and considering her rise to fame in the underground idol world, she was quite popular with both men and women alike. Still, Ibuki seemed far too distracted with causing chaos and making music to settle down. Mahiru and Hiyoko were on their own. They seemed quite happy together and Mikan had no intentions of breaking that apart. And as for her other friends? They were all off doing other things or working in the hospitals alongside her. She could probably gather a handful of friends who would be interested in a mixer party. But she’d think about that later. Mikan listened to him talk, her eyes lighting up as he explained he’d visited Seoul before. “L-Lucky! I’ve only been wh-when I was really little,” she replied. “I b-barely remember my trip with my g-grandmother.”

“I g-guess… people with older ideologies tend to shun those who d-don’t quite fit the molds that they think s-society should have… I’m n-not upset over it. I’ve lived my whole life with p-people telling m-me I’m not fully Japanese. It doesn’t offend me like people think it should.” There were far worse things she could get upset over. He was right about people coming from different backgrounds being more interesting though. She always found patients who came from other places to have the best stories to tell. “Really? I would have n-never guessed!” She exclaimed, taking a sip of her drink. “I know how you feel. K-Kids can be really cruel for no reason. But I don’t b-blame them. They don’t know any better.” Mikan leaned back in her seat, a genuine sense of connection forming between them. Part of her wanted to ask him home with her - a bad habit she had desperately tried to rid when she was younger - but she wanted to take this a little slower than her past relationships. Minato seemed too good to be true and she wasn’t about to let it go sour so early on. “Eh… so… I know this is b-being a little forward. But I f-figured since I’d already mentioned it before… I’d really like to do this again w-with you.”

[{ 🦋 }] - "Sounds like this Mioda friend of yours has a lot of energy, A little too much. Kind of reminds me of my best friend Junpei, that guy can always bring the hype, and make any moment more vibrant with his energy."

A soft chuckle as he thinks of a few times his best buddy did what he does best, be the same outgoing dude he was known for being. There was never a dull moment with his best friend Junpei Iori around. If his buddy agreed to come, he would more than likely just come for the party to meet new friends, as Junpei was in a relationship with Chidori Yoshino, and he honestly couldn't be any happier for those two.

For some reason, Minato felt like that name sounded very familiar, he didn't know anyone with that name personally, but he could have sworn he heard it somewhere before, he just couldn't remember. Either way, this person sounded a bit overly energetic, It made him curious about her other friends she has, especially since this Mioda character sounded very happy-go-lucky, and that wasn't a bad thing either.

When they further spoke about Korean food, Minato brought up his most recent visit to Seoul, a travel experience that he thoroughly enjoyed, not just for the wonderful food, but also because of the location he was investigating at the time, good food, and constant communication with spirits was a perfect recipe for a very good trip if he ever went to Seoul again, he would definitely have to invite Mikan to join him, especially if she hadn't been there for a long time, and besides, not only did he enjoy her company, it would also be a very nice switch since he had been there only with his coworkers, it would be especially enjoyable with Mikan Tsumiki right by his side.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Really? Hmm, in that case, the next time I go to Seoul, maybe can come along? I'd be happy to have you with me on that trip."

Hearing her state something so boldly that she lived her life being cast aside due to the slight difference, it kind of amazed him. On the outside, Mikan appeared so weak and frail, but never did he think that she would be so strong after living through that for such a long time.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Yeah, I think so too. But, wow... you're much stronger than I thought, I am very glad.. I admire that about you Mikan."

A soft chuckle after Minato revealed his other ethnic origin, something that was often hard to believe when it came to it, Thankfully, just like he thought, she understood how it felt too.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Yeah, it's hard to tell sometimes, and people these days can definitely be that way. Some kids can definitely be cruel, but they'll learn eventually."

Minato was a little surprised when she asked for a second date, he honestly didn't think it would happen, so evidently, but he wasn't complaining this time it didn't take him long to have an answer, because he also wanted to have another date with her, so he smiles.

[{ 🦋 }] - "You're not being too forward, in fact, I would be more than happy to go on a second date with you Mikan, I'm really enjoying this time we're spending together, and I'm looking forward to more." He says with a smile.

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

A story to be told

In truth, I never received much widespread fame from my days as a journalist, my stories were mostly fluff pieces read over breakfast or while being driven somewhere, something where the stakes were low, a chance to have some good news, the one piece that got me somewhat known was the article I wrote on the Tanith 1st, or as they had became known ‘Gaunt’s Ghosts.’

I was sent to a planet, I forget its name now, it was so long ago, to write a morale boosting piece on the hard working men of the Imperial Guard, What I was met with however was someone else entirely.

The hanger in which I was dropped off was poorly air conditioned, the air was stale and one half of the huge metal building was sectioned off into a makeshift hospital, I was directed there to meet with a Middenlocke, who would then escort me to the main base of the Tanith 1st, where I was to interview their commander, A Colonel-Commissar Ibram Gaunt, his name I knew for other reasons, he was well known in certain circles. 

Middenlocke was not what or who I expected, I imagined a tall hulking brute, from the description of the Tanith they were practically wild men, with long unkempt hair and blue ink on their skin, Middenlocke didn’t fit this description.

She was a small woman, shorter than I, with a short ponytail that had shaved sides, she wore the same black fatigues as the men, they seemed slightly too big for her, she had a huge tattoo of the Imperial Aquila on her throat, flanked by a flower on each side, She looked me over with dark, tired eyes. 

“You the writer?” She asked, walking towards me

“Yes Ma’am..” 

Something about her made me address her with respect, she was quite frankfully, a little terrifying. 

“Augustus Hark.”

I extended a hand and she took it, her hands were freshly clean, the smell of disinfectant came off her in waves.

“Leta Middenlocke.” 

Up Close she had a pinkish hue to her face, I would learn later that she had what was known as a ‘Flamer Tan’ all though how she got it still remains a mystery.

“Are you a nurse?” I asked, a stupid question in hindsight, it was clear she wasn’t “A doctor?”

She laughed, oddly feminine for someone of her appearance 

“No..” 

She found my ignorance funny

“Visiting the Doc, making sure he’s alright.” 

She started walking and clearly expected me to follow her

“You wanna talk to Gaunt right?”

“Yes, all though I am here to do a piece on any and all heroes on the guard.”

She laughed again “Heroes? You’re in the wrong place Mr. Hark.” 

At the end of the hanger was a security gate and lockers, I awkwardly stood around as Leta opened one of the metal doors and pulled out her weapons: A worrying amount of knives and a laspistol. 

Then she pulled out a cloak, the trademark of the Tanith Ghosts, but rather than wearing it she simply flung it over her arm. 

At the gate a soldier, not one of the Tanith but the other regiment posted here, asked for my I.D and when he asked for Leta’s she rolled her eyes.

“Masc it's me, I’ve been in and out here a dozen times this week.” 

“And I tell you every time that security is security.” 

Once outside the dry air and humidity hit me like a wall, Leta seemed unfazed and lit a cigarette, she offered me one, which I declined. 

A truck was already running and judging by the fact that Leta climbed into the drivers cap, I assumed it was for us.

“What is it you do, Miss Middenlocke?”

“Just Middenlocke, Or Leta.”

“What is it you do, Leta?”

She chuckled and put the truck into reverse, hardly paying attention, only one hand on the wheel while the other held her cigarette.

“Right now? I do supply runs from here and the main camp, and sometimes help out in the hospital.” 

The truck lurched forward 

“And of course escort lovely civilians such as yourself.” 

The sarcasm was not lost on me.

The road was bumpy, and I’m sure even now all these years later my back is still suffering for it.

“What else do you do?”

“I’m a trooper, what do you think I do?”

“I wasn’t aware the Tanith had any women in their ranks.”

“They don’t.” 

She flicked her cigarette butt out of the window. “They have a woman: me.”

She was proud of this, But I was lost as to why.

“Do they treat you alright?”

“What?”

“Do they…”

Now I once again see the ignorance of my words, but you have to understand that I had a daughter around Leta’s age and the very idea of her being the only woman in a sea of men made my blood run cold.

“No, I understood the question Mr. Hark.” 

Even from the side I could see the glare she was giving me

“They treat me like they treat everybody else, I’m a Ghost above all else.” 

We drove on in silence, awkward silence that I had to fill, I was nervous, As it accrued to me that this planet was still a war zone.

“Are you from Tanith?”

“Is your piece on me or Gaunt?” 

“If you’d like to talk about the Colonel-Commissar rather than yourself..”

“Nothing I would say about Gaunt is printable I’m afraid.” 

She smiled to herself for a second

“Do you not get along with him?”

“We get along just fine, He’s in charge, I follow…not much else to say.”

I took the hint and simply watched the landscape, or what was left of it, flow past us. Only speaking once we reached the checkpoint and I was once again asked for my I.D.

The camp was a collection of tents around a bombed out but still structurally strong house, Leta parked the truck and beeped the horn.

As if waiting for her, a group of men exited one of the bigger tents, one of them, a slender man with one of the ghastly blue tattoos on his face, walked up to the cab and rested his arms on the open driver's side window.

“What took you so long, Wolf?” He asked casually 

“You know how Dordon can be..”

The man’s cold eyes focused on me “Who’s this?”

“Civ reporter.” She replied, turning off the engine “Here to interview Gaunt.” 

“Augustus Hark..” 

“You won’t get a polite introduction from this one Mr. Hark..” Leta smiled at the man, “He’s Rawne.”

“Major Rawne.” Rawne corrected 

“A Major pain in the arse..” 

There were sounds of boxes being removed from the back of the truck, the suddenly loud noise almost made me jump.

“Oi I’ll have you on report for that.”

Leta just laughed and smacked his folded arms “Hadn’t you better help with those boxes, Major? Seeing as it's your job and all…”

“Better had before you go telling Gaunt on me..” He stood up “Oh please Mister Gaunt sir, Major Rawne is being mean to me again.”

Leta put her arm through the window and hit his chest, which in all honesty surprised me, I had never seen a Trooper go to hit an officer without it ending in a premature execution. 

“Feth off..”

Rawne just grinned and walked around to the back of the truck.

“Mr. Hark…please keep Major Rawne’s childishness out of your article..” 

I remained silent, and just nodded, she exited the cab and I followed, as we walked towards the old building, many troopers waved to Leta, and quite a few mentioned a card game.

“Your Commissar allows gambling?”

“Gambling? Never.” She rose her eyebrows “It's only gambling if you bet money, Mr. Hark.”

I was impressed by how confidently Leta walked around, surrounded by men twice her size, and in a warzone nonetheless, I knew women who would faint at the sight of a small rodent.

“Gaunt, Sir!” She stood by the door of the ruined house, well I say door, it was a thick plastic curtain pulled over the doorway. 

Ibram Gaunt was a tall man, imposing in his cap and coat. I wanted to shrink away from his piercing gaze, Leta barely blinked.

“Agustus Hark Sir, here to write an article about the heroes of the Imperium.” 

“Then why on Terra is he trailing along after you Middenlocke?”

“Throne knows sir, I dunno why he wants to speak to you either..” She glanced at me “I fear you will be very disappointed.” 

Gaunt chuckled “Are those supplies here?”

“Rawne and the boys are unloading now sir.”

“And the doc?”

“Tired, but promised me he would at least get three hours of sleep tonight.”

“That's more than he gave me..” He looked to me, then back to Leta “Dismissed, I suppose you have other duties to attend too.”

“I am a free woman for the rest of the day sir..”

“Stay out of trouble, If I read another report about you-”

“Milo has promised to play for me, I’ll be under his watchful gaze, sir.”

“Good.”

Leta saluted Gaunt and then nodded at me

“Enjoy the war hero Mr. Hark…but be warned, he does prattle on.”

“Dismissed, Middenlocke..” Gaunt repeated 

“I’m going sir.”

Once I was certain that Leta was out of earshot I spoke to Gaunt, who lead me into the interior of the house.

“She is….quite the character.”

Gaunt nodded and smiled “She is, she keeps the boys happy..”

He seemed to realize the implications of what he’d said and continued 

“A lot of them had daughters or wives on Tanith, she brings a sort of…lightness to everything.”

He poured to cups of caf and sat down

“She also scares the hells out of them so there’s that.”

“I can see why.”

I did a interview with Gaunt, the usual questions and he gave the usual answers, all practiced and rehearsed a dozen times for a Commisar like him, my superiors were content with the message: Glory for the Emperor and the Imperium, but it seemed to be Leta that the common folk latched on to even though she made a very brief appearance in the actual article. 

I had heard that recruitment numbers went up, so I had that to be somewhat proud of at least.

That was over forty years ago now and I often wonder what became of Trooper Leta Middenlocke. I suppose it doesn’t matter now, I’ll never know and frankly it isn’t my information to know.

[shinydixon]

https://www.tumblr.com/shinydixon/715182590399774720/hi-hello-maybe-im-pouring-more-gasoline-in-the?source=share exactly the point i was making. joe and jamie have talked about all the times they went out together and jamie even said he can never tell anyone any of those stories because they're wild. they absolutely went out together. they have talked about it. the same way grace and mason have talked about going out with joe apart from that aquarium visit. it's honestly silly to think otherwise, i mean, cmon. it's very easy to hide hookups. i'm not saying he's dating, i'm saying he's meeting people. so if he wanted to see alicia, he could very well book a hotel room or hang out in one of their friend's house. maybe have her arrive at the house first, go there himself later with a friend. there are A LOT of ways he can hook up and not be spotted with the person he's hooking up with. about joe's personal insta: if it's true or not, we'll never know. remember when anons came here claiming wes was gay and his aunt had made a post and all that and all we got from all of that is wes has a girlfriend? like, make it make sense? the anon was sure about him being gay, not bit, not pan but apparently he's dating a girl. so...just...again, people starting shit. about the d pick: how in the world would they know? even if they found the private insta, there's no way for them to know what picture he's sending or isn't sending. and lastly i'm gonna say what i said at the start of the year on this very blog and got absolutely shredded by some nonnies because 'joe wasn't like what i was describing': joe is young, healthy, enjoying his fame and his life. he likes sex. it's okay to like sex. he has hookups. it's okay to have hookups. he likes model, it's okay to like model. he likes all types of women, it's okay to like all types of women. he's living his fucking life and this fandom is going down in flames because this is some of the worst behavior i've ever seen in ages. and honestly, i'm pretty slighted some people here are acting all 'joe's a duuuuudeee, it's fiiiiiiineeee' when they were going for my neck back in january when i said he probably had hooked up with someone at the new year party because he was obviously having fun. my god, you'd think i'd kicked someone's baby. 'why does he need to have sex to have fun???' was the question thrown around and i tried to explain that hey, he doesn't, but sex is fun and it was something he could've done. and now to see the same people making posts about how he's so carefree and he's just being a guuuyyy. you all need a fucking break. i'm not even kidding. and yes, that includes me. just sit back and think about what you guys are doing because of this one guy. i know that you stay out of drama, shiny, but even you admitted to feeling overwhelmed these days. i just know i'm done following the tag and all that. i'm just bookmarking some joe-centric blogs and that's it. this is just too much. it's ridiculous. pathetic, even. that man can't breathe without someone over analyzing it. what's the point of finding who he's seeing now? he's not gonna stop seeing them, but he will like his fans a lot less if this constant harassing doesn't stop.

And with all the drama around nobody took pictures of Grace and Joe together?

Pretty weird if you ask me but anyway 🤷

[newgenog]

REVENGE

Notes: This is part five of chapter one. The parts will continue to be brief from here, but that's because we're getting closer to the end of this "episode."

If you haven't already done so, please stop and read parts one , two, three, and four. This is a #Batwoman AU based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. There seems to be a lot of parallels between the characters, and felt like it would be interesting to reimagine a world where Ryan Wilder has a more intentional pursuit of vengeance. 

CHAPTER ONE - DECEPTION (Part Five)

Summary: Robyn Wilde, formerly Ryan Wilder, continues to make connections that set the stage for her revenge. Wildmoore Week Prompt: Family Reunion

MONDAY, MEMORIAL DAY, 5:30PM

Luke meets Ryan at the doorway onto the yacht. He's in a white Canali suit with a pink knotted tie, and she's wearing a green cropped top with thick straps and a matching pair of high waisted pants that flare at her heels. Her hair is parted down the middle and tied back into a bun, showing off her large hoop earrings, and she has black tinted and rose gold rimmed Bvilgari sunglasses on.

As Kate’s head of security at Wayne Enterprises, he’s been feeding her information for weeks. Even though he’d worked his way up in the company, and Bruce Wayne, its prior CEO, was grooming him as successor, when Bruce took an unexpected leave of absence, with no explanation to the board, they chose a family member to take his place. Wayne’s image was their primary concern, and the Kanes were considered reliable.

Luke: “Right on time.” 

Ryan: “Every minute matters.” 

Luke: “I guess it’d be unnecessary to ask if you’re ready, then.” 

Ryan: “Same answer. Kate’s on the deck.” 

Luke: “Alright then, let’s go party.”

They begin walking through the dining room that the entrance lands in. When they reach the top of the stairs, Evan, who's wearing a pastel pink Dior suit with a matching bowtie, is the first person that sees them. 

Evan: “Robyn, you didn’t have to bring me a gift!”

Ryan: “Luke and I just keep running into each other. We did not come together.” 

Luke: “I work for Wayne. I’m Kate’s head of security.”

Evan: “How did I make it this long without meeting you? Luke, tell me you have a handsome brother.”

Luke: “Wish I could.”

Evan: “Just a shame. Well, look, let's get you both some drinks and show you off a bit, yeah?”

Evan grabs a couple of glasses of champagne off of a tray from a server and hands them to Ryan and Luke. Then Evan thinks aloud, about who they should introduce them to first, but Kate beats Evan to the punch when she sees Luke. She reaches up and waves him over. He speaks under his breath. 

Luke: “It’s go time.” 

The three of them walk over to the small, round, high-top table where the women Ryan had seen before were still situated around. Kate is the least dressed up person at the party, likely because she can be. She wears linen pants and a white button up, with the top three buttons undone. While this could appear to be a family reunion from a far, for Kate, it’s just another day on a boat.

Kate: “Luke! You made it! And you brought a friend. I'm Kate Kane.”

Ryan: “Actually, we’re just getting to know each other. Evan invited me. I’m Robyn Wilde.” 

Sophie: “Ah, nice to see you again, Robyn.”

Ryan had to accept that she couldn’t avoid that happening forever.

Ryan: “Same to you, Sophie.” 

Kate: “How do you guys know each other?”

Sophie: “Selly introduced us. She ran off again, and Robyn found her.” 

Kate: “Did she try to claw your eyes out?”

Sophie: “Nope, I found them snuggling.” 

Ryan gives her a small smile. Sophie is going to be a little more trouble than she anticipated.

~~~~~

To be continued...

Notes: I'm sorry for the short, possibly abrumpt ending. This is basically the end of chapter one, and so I split it into two parts.

Reminders: I'm sharing these parts of chapter one of Revenge on Tumblr for @wildmooreweek, and will pull everything together and post it on Ao3 on Day 7.

And I'll probably post a new section from each chapter on this app once a week, as mentioned previously.

All #Batwoman things I do now are also in the name of #SaveBatwoman. Go follow all the social handles and support the cause, please.

#wmw23 #wildmoore week #wildmoore #batwoman #fanfic #ryan wilder #ryan x sophie #sophie moore #luke fox #save batwoman

[frostcorpsclub]

What made Suzy fall for Jack? Or Vice Versa. Or both????

Some context to reread on this:

That said, with Jack, it wasn't love at first sight on his part lust maybe.

It was a master manipulator who had devoured (literally and metaphorically) many women prepared for easy prey meeting an actual psychopath who was too sheltered to learn not to say really weird and off-putting shit, her mother literally tried to hide her she hadn't been given a looser leash for a very long by the time their meeting took place. He was very amused by how out of place she clearly was. She gave him a lot of information you shouldn't give someone you just met but it was more the ego stroking that did it, how much she wanted to learn more about him. It did make Jack a tad bit nervous but he could see he had her wrapped around his finger, she wasn't going to tell a soul. He ran with this and attempted to intimidate her, slipping in truths under the assumption that she'd think he was joking.

As for Suzy? Daddy issues /hj

She found him oh so charming. From the moment she walked in she could tell the kind of bully/doormat relationship Jack and Stone had and it drove her wild. Him being handsome helped, she couldn't stop staring at him and Jack was happy to mug for the cameras so to speak. He was nothing like the overly polished yuppies she was used to seeing, when he put one of those dirty calloused hands on her shoulder (right in front of her actual date I might add) her heart began to flutter. Suzy was also used to conversation going a certain way. A lot of passive agression, unspoken prid quo pro. Jack was vulgar and turbulent, but most importantly he didn't seem to have a filter or a conscience. It was like all of her deepest darkest intrusive thoughts manifested into a person.

It's a two part situation, they had these inital things that made them want to see eachother again but when they met up again and had no choice but to stay together they found qualities in the other that made them want to be together for the rest of their un-lives. Suzy's Daddy issues part two, electric boogaloo, in defense it was her Mommy issues too. She finally had someone she could be herself around and not just in the murderous way, he found her little quirks rather amusing. He learned to communicate and understand her for the way she truly navigated the world.

Jack uh...definetely very appreciated the fact she was willing to do anything and everything he wanted. That said he was happy to see that she was genuinely excited to learn things she never had to do before, laundry and cooking and cleaning are chores at the end of the day but she got to feel useful and helpful which made her happy. He's always been a traditional man but felt that because he's a serial killer duh that this dream would never become a reality. Having a woman who wanted what he did ensured he could be a husband and a father, ignoring the bastards that are probably running around out there somewhere.

[freshgalaxycheesecake]

12/7/24: Time for another update, but by now it should be clear he had a pattern of behavior that included using conventions to ask young fans to come sleep with him (like his second alleged victim said, he asked her and her friend to come to bed with him after a fan meeting; they declined at the time, shocked. But NG, who had met K when she was 18 at a con., had been in contact with her for two years before starting a relationship with her). (source: the image in the link is taken from this transcription of episode 4 of the TM podcast someone made. The podcast and the transcription are both very graphic, as usual, beware and take care) (edited shortly after to provide some more links). There's so many more testimonies and again, they all sound the same.

This is not the first comment that I've read about him using his assistants or publicists to ask young women out. For people wondering why he got away with it for so long, the whole system was shaped in favor of these men acting like this, covering for them and enabling them. It's been ongoing.

For those wondering, he was enabled by society too. Back in the 90s and 2000s it was widely socially accepted for an author to be such a sleazeball as to sleep with very young fans. No one batted an eyelid.

For example, this egregious pile of shit is still defending what Neil Gaiman did: this comment is very victim blaming and misogynistic so beware, but it sheds a light on what the majority of people back then thought when hearing of a 40-60 years old successful man going after his very young fans (like his two alleged victims).

He's also always had, according to many people, a "barely concealed interest" for his friend Tori Amos (the same who founded RAINN, Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network). Which is not damning per se and it's mostly gossip that's been going on for years, but it has brought to my attention that they've been friends for decades, he knows she's an outspoken sexual assault survivor and she created Rainn in 1994. This is also what Neil Gaiman had to say about his friend that same year (click on the first photo for a verified source with the whole interview).

(yep that's how people talked about women back then, doesn't help he then proceeds to criticize a heckler who screamed at Tori to show him her legs. So that objectification is wrong but describing his friend in those terms in the interview was ok? He clearly has never checked himself once when it came to sexism.)

Yet another testimony that he had groupies and was seen in the wild with them (at a Tori Amos concert). This is from 2003. To dispel any remaining doubts of how long this has been going on, and that he did have a penchant and was well known for having groupies almost wherever he went. Not damning evidence per se, but it indicates a clear pattern, that of a man that had one too many occasions for meeting young fans and liked their company. Seems consistent with that person in a prev testimony said.

(Apparently he'd also been outed years ago in some list and it has been completely erased from the internet, because I can't find news on this, but more than one person has said they remember something coming out about his behavior years ago. There's no way of verifying this, sadly.)

At this point, I think there is not much point in me updating this post any further, as it's clear enough it's not just rumors, but a well documented pattern. Please, as usual, don't go looking for these people or harass them, this post only has the aim to shed a light on something that has been a secret for too long in the publishing industry. (I will progressively edit this post to add some image descriptions, but it's a long process, so sorry if it's not totally accessible)

I think it's important to note that this isn't news: it's been going on for years and no one protected these girls. They all protected him, shushing the victims. All these testimonies that are emerging online can't be part of a terf conspiracy, be for real: some of them are older, some could be fake or highly exaggerated, there's no way of knowing for sure. One thing is sure. More allegations will come. Some of these are pretty graphic so take care.