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hysteriium · 4 years ago

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𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆;

(𝐆𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞)

(𝐀/𝐧 ): This is the first I’ve posted in ages!!! I can’t recall how long it’s been, life has truly been hectic but I’m getting back on the saddle!!! We’re starting with my boi! I hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing this! I’ve been experimenting with the way he talks so it’s not as overt as I’ve previously written! I feel like the intonations may break the flow a bit so I’ve tried to make it more cohesive! Lmk what you guys think! Also shout out to my amazing partner @lilliryth they’re the light of my life and helped me edit this!! They’re such an amazing person and I would not be where I am today without them.

( 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ): Wedding. That is all. It’s not what you think.

( 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ): DK! Joker x Reader.

( 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ): 7,600+ k words!

( 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ): Angst (very little), swearing, violence.

The first time you’d asked, he simply stared in disbelief.

“Come again?” The bright red hues of confusion painted his husky voice.

The question had been wreaking havoc in your thoughts for the past month, unsure of how to slip out from ambiguity onto the sureness of the tongue. Such a bold yet silly little request was sure to be large and repugnant to the man hovering above you. While the darkness of his eyes was accentuated by his stygian greasepaint, hints of cocoa peeked through, prompting shy flutters of anxiety in your abdomen.

You can do this.

Your tongue slid across the arid cracks of your lips, wetting them. You cleared your throat, “I need a date to a wed–”

That was all you could get out before he blinked a few times and strode off.

The second time, albeit similar in difficulty, thankfully didn’t result in him running.

You tiptoed into his makeshift office with an air of mischief, his room sombre except for the lamp that spotlighted his desk. Hunched over blueprints which you suspected were his next big scheme, his eyes never drifted from the intricacies on the paper.

“Boo!” You shouted, catching his hips with an unbreakable hold when you closed the distance. While his body tensed, he couldn’t control the breath of amusement that left his nose.

“I can see you really tried there.”

You knew he followed your stare when his long fingers worked to roll the sheet. They were fast – so fast the pinched ends stuck out in layered rings that almost resembled winding mountainous trails. He couldn’t have curious eyes ogling his extra top secret will-have-to-kill-you-if-you-found-out criminal plans, now could he?

“What?” you started, while your hands fell and your footsteps whispered away from him. You felt the creases of your mouth wobble, ready to smile at any moment, and so you bit the inside of your tongue. “Don’t you trust me?”

“No,” he smirked, petting your head.

Curse his height.

“Now, uh, what is it, doll?”

You let your smile leap free, “I need to ask a super dooper big fav–”

“I’m not going.”

“But whyyyyyy? My parents are harassing me! They think their daughter’s going to grow old and grey and be alone forever.”

“Gee, I can’t imagine why.”

You shot him a look, one that only fuelled his amusement.

“J, I can’t just not show up.”

You watched his figure rise slightly as he drew and released a breath.

“I don’t like wed–” his tongue stuck out like he’d tasted something bad before he cleared his throat “–dings, they’re full of false hope, drunks and...” he shuddered, “romance. You see, they’ll end up killing each other in a few years. I can picture it now: dearly beloved wife kills cheating husband. Oh how could this have ever happened?”

He scoffed.

“You’re so dramatic. I promise it would only be for a few hours.”

“And pumpkin, how exactly are you gonna sneak me into a… place like that when I look like this,” he said, hands motioning to his face – mostly his scars.

It broke your heart. You could've sworn you heard it splinter, the downturn of your brows impossible to hold back. If only words were enough to convey complex feelings, to convey the pile of bricks nestled in your chest, to convey the desperate crave to comfort and rebut, the need to protect – even from himself. You had yet to find a way, and so you were stuck behind the thick lock and chain of language with no key in sight; restricted and bound to tools you never thought were enough, but could only hope were enough.

“Hey,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. In his eyes you saw the emotions flicker, almost as tangible as they were transparent – anger, fear, shock. Stood still and stiff, you nodded softly, giving him a smile of equal warmth. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He squinted before hesitantly giving in, shifting so his cheek rested against your palm. He had to lower himself a little more to do so.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with how you look. They’re beautiful, and I’ll keep saying so until there’s no breath left in my lungs.”

You held him ever so gently while he flitted his eyes shut. Your heart galloped then, its swell too big for your body and for a moment, brief as the breeze, the chaos he prided himself in was absent; for a moment there was peace.

“If you weren’t The Joker, I’d say go as is. Though, I have a plan!”

“Oh, do you now?” He said, shaking his head and returning to work. It was clear he was rapidly reaching his patience threshold.

Damn it.

“They have food!” You trailed off unsurely, as if it was a question – pinning your last hope on appealing to his raccoon inclinations.

It didn’t work.

The third, well…

You had just about given up and accepted the fact that it wasn’t his scene, that him meeting your parents would never be an option – a reality you had started to think of as a good thing the more you thought about it.

And so, the third day had been your acceptance. Self-care. Instead of chasing after an ideal, your hands were clutching a book, almost too hard, as the part you had been anticipating since very early had reached its finale. With your legs curled underneath you and practically asleep, your eyes flicked furiously from word to word–

That is until a looming figure shadowed the page completely, concealing all light from the lamp next to you.

Annoyance creased your features as you looked up at the clownish culprit. Your eyes met and a staring contest ensued, the intensity of his eyes beckoning a response until he, uncharacteristically, broke first.

“Will this make you, uh, happy?”

All traces of irritation were washed away by bewilderment, “sorry?”

“My being with you.”

“You mean to the wedding?” You asked, wide-eyed. If you hadn’t been as shocked as you were, you would have snorted at his continuous inability to say the word ‘wedding’.

He shifted on his feet, eyes darting away for a second before he licked his lips. “Yeah.”

“Is this a joke?”

“I’m not that cruel.”

You paused to hum obnoxiously, your finger tapping your chin to challenge the notion.

“Never mind,” he waved his hand in the air and was about to walk off before you grabbed his hand and sprung off your seat. You felt him try to wiggle out of your grasp with a grunt, but it was too late. “Thank you!” You shouted.

You missed the way his surprise melted into a genuine curl of his lips, twitching; the muscles unused. Instead, you were too busy stuffed in his vest, with your arms swathed around him. You both stayed there for a while basking in the warmth of each other, as his hands, which you guessed were hanging awkwardly in the air and unsure of what to do, encircled your waist.

Third time’s the charm.

Shaking fingers twirled sapphire silk, gliding over your cinched waist before finally moving up to the delicate exposed flesh of your neck. You glanced over the spaghetti straps that curved comfortably over your shoulder, and the simple silver circle necklace that laid between them, its chilled presence clashing with the heat of your skin.

Knock knock knock!

“Just a minute!” You said, jumping at the sudden rude intrusion.

“Not even funeral parlors take this long,” you heard J say from the other side, the distinctive departure of footsteps following promptly. They seemed faster than usual.

You puffed air at his complaint after calming your racing heart. Then you scrambled to finish up the final touches of makeup, at last winding the nude colored ribbons of your heels around your calves. Your head felt light, and your shoes only worsened the sudden gelatinous state your legs took on. Never before had you dressed up in such a way, not for years and much less in front of someone you dearly cherished. The line between fashionable and laughable was blurred and never truly had been exercised. Waving away the fuel your anxious thoughts provided, you decided to try and move. Your heels wobbled trying to avoid the flowing material pooled by your ankles, and you’d just managed to slip one foot out through the thigh-high slit. No matter how much you sighed, the pressure remained, weighing like an anvil. And so, with nothing much to lose, you made your way to the door; the dampness of your fingers leaving its foggy signature upon the knob.

This was it.

You breathed in one last time before opening the door.

“Okay, I’m re–”

You exhaled sharply, feeling the earlier intake of air leave you – taking with it the remaining wind in your lungs. You couldn’t control the twinkle of your eyes, nor the flip of your stomach as you gazed upon him.

His form was angled against the wall and his arms were crossed – that was, until he dragged his eyes over to you. His limbs then dropped to their sides and he quickly, almost stumbling over his shoes, righted his position. The bob of his Adam's apple was clear while both of you stood meters from each other with widened eyes. You knew he had the ability to pull off a suit, but the royal blue he donned was stunning. The stark colour complemented his blond locks, while his foulard tie with its blends of pinks, purples, and its navy base matched his socks.

It seemed you were both in the same boat, consumed by swells of giddiness and the need to fidget. The fingers that were dressed in dark brown leather gloves drummed against his thigh, while one of his cedar suede shoes tapped furiously against the floor.

“What.” He finally stated, rather than questioning.

You dropped the necklace your fingers had started circling.

“Nothing! You just look… really nice,” you uttered earnestly, unable to contain the sweet smile that broke through awe.

“Yeah, yeah. Uh… you too,” he said, the last part coming out less steady.

He avoided eye contact when you trotted over to him, fiddling with his cufflinks, though his tending to them immediately vanished when you began to accentuate the swish of your hips.

All fidgeting stopped.

You were sure he was expecting something else, rather than the delicate cupping of his cheek once you reached him, soft lips meeting with roughened skin as you kissed his scars. You took your time with each one, whispering affection, before claiming his mouth. He growled against you, and you could feel him tighten his hold.

The tip of his tongue traced the stain of lipstick, a wordless demand for entry which left you weak. Almost parting your lips to allow the gentle slide of his tongue, he suddenly reared back with a smirk.

“Peach,” he cooed.

You were going to have to reapply later.

With a small smile you extended your arm to the couch, and knowing time was beginning to pass, he complied. As he advanced, you peeked at the orange lining in his blazer. The hue was similar to his purple coat, though slightly lighter. You smiled to yourself, the small detail so characteristically him.

“Alright. Let’s get this over with,” he sighed, bracing himself.

Already a step ahead, you had brought out the makeup needed just prior to getting dressed. Sitting on one of the nearby surfaces, you picked up a small translucent bag with little red hearts on it – a fact he’d snickered to himself at when he first saw it – and walked over to him.

“As you wish, grumpy,” you simpered, “now hold still!”

True to his new title, you heard him mutter something unintelligible under his breath. The tap-tap-tap of his foot against the floor was most of the noise for a good while, and although distracting, the fidgeting of his hands was less noisy. You knew more than anyone he needed to squirm around, some movement at the very least, and so you endured. You deduced that he’d not been this close to someone in so very long, let alone allow them to do his makeup. That task, intimate and personal within itself, was not something others could be trusted with.

“Time to hide these little guys,” you murmured, focused as the beauty blender sat between your fingers and dabbed on concealer. “Not that they need hiding. I’ll miss them.”

“Really?” He chimed in, eyes shut while you did your work.

“Yeah, they’re a part of you and I’d never want you to hide or be ashamed of who you are.”

“Hmm,” he trailed off.

Occasionally his mouth quirked, his tongue darting out to lick his scars; an involuntary movement. You were patient, and even if he wasn’t overt about his guilt of messing up your progress, you reassured him lightly with a kiss on the head, sometimes playing with the dirty blond waves that lacked any sign of green.

The day before he’d washed out the colour in preparation for the big day, groaning until he caught sight of himself in the mirror; contemplative. Ethereal and almost delicate he seemed. How precious it was to witness such cracks in the fortress, where the basking rays of sun illuminated what once was – and still is, only shrouded by shrubbery and thorns, so overgrown and disordered that they had forgotten to take care of even themselves. Forgotten how.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he groaned as you finished blending the concealer on both cheeks. Grabbing the foundation you had colour matched, you dabbed a bit on your hand before applying that too.

“Honestly, me neither,” you replied, feeling no need to sugarcoat the shock from your tone. You knew he appreciated the truth. “But I’m glad you are! You’re doing so well!”

He squirmed a little at the compliment but settled seconds later. Soon after finishing the blending, you reared back and observed your labour. Although it wasn’t perfect, and if you looked hard enough you could still see the intricate crevices in his skin, it passed.

“All done!”

As soon as you spoke, J pushed off his palms. He was halfway off the chair when you stopped him.

“Wait! I have to walk you through something.”

At this, his eyebrows quirked up. You knew you had his attention.

“Conditions!” You announced.

“Ah. Now there are conditions.”

“Yes! I don’t want you to throw a tantrum and blow up the whole reception.”

“My my, aren’t you a little fire stopper.”

“Promise me.”

He flicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. With one hand on his chest and the other raised just next to his head, he bowed a little. “I swear.”

You wrinkled your nose, “I swear there will be no funny business, and I’ll be on my best behaviour – oh and no crossing your toes either!”

“You know me so well,” he sighed, admitting defeat, “Fine. I swear there’ll be no funny business and I’ll be on…” he cleared his throat and brought a closed fist to his mouth, “my best behaviour.” Then he shone his impishly wide grin, one that only intensified the pit of doubt in your stomach.

It would have to do, though.

“Okay,” you whispered.

He stood up now, towering over you.

“Okay,” he mimicked, dropping his hands at the base of your hips.

The last few days had been full of surprises, his agreement to attend trumping all. However, his overt display of affection was a close second. Never before had he been so forthcoming and so comfortable with physical contact.

As his hands laid there, unmoving and making their home in your curves, you inched closer to him; a specific craving only his warmth could ease. Though, those very same hands around you tightened when you tried to step forward, holding you in place. Curiously, you looked up at him, brows furrowed.

“What are you–”

It seemed he couldn’t help himself. The evil laughter he’d been trying to restrain bubbled from his throat and bounced off the walls. The eagerness to ask what he was doing quickly died – hard – when you could no longer feel the ground beneath your feet. It instead morphed into protests and occasional bouts of laughter as your arms dangled along his back, your pelvis against his shoulder. One gloved hand rested crudely just below the curve of your ass, occasionally squeezing your upper thigh and holding you in place, while his other arm hung unobstructed.

“We–” he clicked his tongue, “–wouldn’t want to be late now, would we?” He finished, purring.

The location was a couple hours outside of Gotham on the coastline in an area you’d practically never heard of. If it wasn’t for J’s gift for navigation, and his frustration when you kept leading him down wrong turns, you would have been hours late instead of just missing the ceremony. The last straw had been assuring him the early exit was your turn off despite his gut instinct, despite the countless times he asked ‘are you sure?’ and despite his sneaking glances – something he stopped doing when he almost crashed into the car next to you, too focused on craning his neck. All of this combined had resulted in the brutal demise of your map reading days.

Stopping where he could after taking the wrong exit he held out a gloved hand, a wordless demand for the navigator. Before long, you were back on the freeway, thankfully heading the right way. The directory rested in his lap as he balanced the seemingly breezy tasks of reading and driving.

Clearly safety was his middle name.

Once the two of you arrived at the venue, the first thing you both noticed was the heat. Warm and uncomfortable, the seabreeze made this bearable. The next notable feature was the rambunctious clamour of the crowd; music, laughter and shouting.

After worming your way out of the van, comically wedged between two much smaller cars, you headed towards the reception, stopping short from the asphalt-sand border. J stared at it as if it had foiled his genius villainous plots, as if it was the cause of all his misfortunes, as if it was responsible for the brutal murder of his first pet. Then, he made a face – a mixture between a scowl and disgust.

He sniffed, “it smells like...” he paused to grimace, “high society.”

The ghastly look was then directed ahead to each moving – breathing – organism he could see. There was no doubt in your mind the crowd had already made it on his hit list.

“For once I miss the stink of Gotham.”

“Well at least it’s at the beach!” You exclaimed, not recalling the last time you’d been. Trying to think that far back made your brain hurt, the tingle of overworked cogs and Brain Fog a lethal combination that coerced your forfeit in seconds. At the very least you were happy to be making new memories, hopefully some you’d be able to remember in the future; memories you prayed were not, later too, guarded by the merciless Brain Fog and his ravenous desire to generate headaches.

“I hate the beach,” J delivered flatly, hatred distilled rolling off his person in waves.

“Oh, you hate everything!” You pouted, brushing off his pessimism.

“It’s hard not to.”

“Well…” You stopped to think, wracking your brain to prove him wrong, “what about me?”

That had to get him.

“You especially,” he grinned, eyes twinkling with a mischief that spoke nothing other than ‘you walked right into that one, sweetheart.’

You were unable to help the sigh that sailed past your hued lips, “well, come on sunshine. You can’t stare daggers at them all day.”

“I can try,” he spat sourly.

You rolled your eyes and dragged him along but immediately dropped the act when you quickly realised it hauled unwanted eyes, like metal to magnets. Yet, J followed even though you were certain he saw the cursed asphalt-sand barrier as the very gates of hell themselves. In fact, he seemed a little bit too eager to start his anathematised exploration of the 9 circles as when you looked back, expecting to see his long limbs hanging in defeated protest, you were met with, well, nothing.

One moment he was there, the next he was gone seemingly stalking off into the unknown, hiding among the sea of people. It wasn’t like he was easy to lose either, his height and his aura of absolute discomfort is what set him apart from the rest. He protruded like a broken bone – so why couldn’t you find him?

“Damn it, J!” You harshly whispered to yourself, unknowingly stamping your foot until the insidious specks of sand tumbled their way into your shoe, under your feet and between your toes. Easily conquering your layer of protection, their coarse presence made you want to grind your teeth.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Before you could go off and search for the lost irritating puppy, you heard shouts. At first they seemed like ordinary yells, distinctive deviations from the crowd which happened to catch your attention at the right moment. Though, the more time passed and you wandered around like a newborn giraffe looking for its mother, you realised this was not the case. Most telling was the way those vague cries morphed into the familiar syllables of your name. And then finally in view, the supposed sweet comfort of childhood embodied neared; their worn features staring into your own, different from all those years ago.

You fought the urge to run.

“Hey honey!” Your dad beamed.

Two pairs of smothering arms made their way toward you, enveloping. With your fingers clutching separate materials, each as scratchy and glacial as each other, your head started to spin and you felt yourself holding your breath.

“Hey mum, hey dad, it’s nice to see you two again,” you said, feeling the slow ache from clenching your jaw starting to set in. You quickly swapped this expression for a small smile when they released you.

“How’ve you been?” Your dad inquired, the shimmer in his eyes a sight you couldn’t help but double take at. You noticed there was no glass in his hand.

“Don’t bombard her dear,” your mum rolled her eyes, “where’s this date you were telling me about?”

She lingered on the word with an emotion you couldn’t quite discern while her adjudicating eyes swept over your outfit. Her eyebrows then lifted, scrunching her nose with it. “Not bad.”

Her scanning forced you to shrink into yourself, the automatic motion of your palms relentless in their pursuit of wrinkles, a fact you did not pick up on until your mother cleared her throat at your unprompted staring contest.

“My question dear, it’s rude to ignore your mother,” her thin brows creased and the folds just above them rested along her forehead in a similar fashion.

You scrambled for an acceptable answer, the question just as ambiguous to yourself.

“He’s… um… getting us drinks! I was actually just about to go check up on–”

“Well if a man can’t even fetch you a drink he’s hardly useful,” she scoffed, turning to her husband to whisper, “can’t imagine what this prince charming looks like.”

Anger, lava-like and boiling, rose up in your throat. The pressure seemed unbearable as you tried to keep your mouth closed – tried not to defend the one you loved with your entire being. How dare she judge someone she had yet to even meet? She had yet to see the beauty that radiated in and out.

It had only been minutes and you’d already been zapped of your energy for the day.

“I think I should go check on him now.” “Yes, of course. Come back to me when you have something to show,” your mother smiled. You watched her lips stretch, her wine lipstick as pigmented as the red coating your vision.

Her hand clutched the necklace around her chest. Her fingers traced the glistening diamond which hung overtly, screaming it’s pricelessness to all passersby as she went to go have another sip of her champagne. At the corner of your eye you noticed movement, a pair of worn hands clutching suit pants. Hard. You turned automatically and when you met his eyes your dad shot you a strained smile. It almost looked like an apology.

Your stomach turned.

You tried your best to conceal the stomping as you promptly departed, promising yourself to at least wait until you were out of their view and blending in with the crowd. Once you merged with the patches, you quickly discovered that navigating your way out of it was going to be just as hard as trying to find J. Left and right amalgamated, looking the same no matter how many times you tried to compare differences and so did everyone’s outfits. You could have sworn you’d seen the same red dress three times, though you also could have sworn you went all different directions to the last; the truth was you were no more knowing than a sailor stranded at sea lacking a compass, the same indistinguishable shapelessness stretching out for miles and miles with no end in sight.

Then, a miracle – a clearing of people which shrieked hope and a long portable table with flowing white lace harbouring all kinds of food. Amongst the good news, a blotch of royal blue caught your eye and a flash of blond. Focusing your view on the table and its few inhabitants, one of which was the blue wearing stranger, you quickly realised your missing date was fixed and firm in place at the snack area. No sooner than this revelation processed you dashed over, the anger returning once the relief had run its fleeting course. As you stormed your way over to him he failed to look up, too preoccupied with the food he was collecting. Lacking in subtlety, you grabbed his arm.

“Jesus there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

J, who had been waiting to stuff his face with what you identified as another cupcake, mouth ringed with strawberry frosting, crumbs and sprinkles, dropped it in surprise and turned to you with widened eyes. They shrunk as soon as they showed an inkling of surprise and instead shifted to speckled guilt.

“Cupcake,” he managed to mumble with a full mouth.

Your fiery frustration was immediately put out by how cute he was, and you felt a surge of guilt yourself. It wasn’t fair to be taking out your personal frustrations on him.

After closing your eyes and taking a breath, you reset.

“They think I’m lying about you.”

He swallowed.

“You wanna leave? I, uh, know I want to,” he said much louder than the whisper you wish he’d used.

Such a comment warranted an elbow jab into his waist as you smiled ear to ear and sickly sweet at the passing guest who had clearly heard J. The middle aged woman with short brunette hair, white pom-pom earrings and beady eyes shot you two a blazing look before rutting her nose into the air. The reek of pretension wafted off her. Now you could see what J was saying earlier.

Pee-yew.

Everyone here sucked.

“I’m gonna kill her later,” he murmured, squinting after her.

“J, you promised to be good!”

Even if she was a grandiloquent old bitch who deserved it.

His ominous response was to pour himself some punch, the clown-in-disguise bringing the plastic up to his lips. As the cup masked most of his face, the only thing visible was his deadly gaze which bounced from congregation to congregation.

“How much longer.” Again, it wasn’t phrased as a question, more a statement.

“The bride and groom haven’t even danced yet.”

He scrunched his nose, though dropped the subject. At least verbally.

“You’re so crabby. You do know that you’re drawing even more attention to yourself this way?”

“Hmmph.”

It was silent for a few minutes before, without warning, he grabbed your hand. The hesitant and jagged strokes of his thumb followed and even though they belonged to a novice, the delicacy was still there.

The message was clear:

I’m new to this.

Your lips upturned, the gentle quirk hidden by transient hair flowing along the salty breeze. His touch was warm and paradoxically amiable; his presence a shelter cutting the chilly current that had picked up around noon. Stained lips, of which you had forgotten about until the sticky residue imprinted boldly on his glove, aimed to ease his buzzing mind. Expecting a grumble for the lipstick mark, what you got in return was the soft gaze of dark brown eyes – a sign of taming raging waters. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact the window into his soul for once could be identified as just that – a window; crystal, without the dirtied stains of camouflage and trepidation.

Something had changed.

Before you could get another word in, it was announced the bride and groom were going to have their first dance. The crowd gathered around the newly wedded couple as the music suddenly switched. The speakers were loud as they played a waltz, the couple’s limbs intertwined and swaying to its dramatic pace. They twirled and swayed with the grace of swans tiptoeing and beguiling the creeping ocean on the golden sands. Even though you knew virtually nothing about them, and were convinced that in fact this whole invite was your mother’s scheme to pry, the sight was a beautiful one to behold. The epitome of love – reciprocal trust and utter surrender; it had you wondering where you’d gone wrong previously, and if such a thing was as formulaic as it seemed to be, or if they were freefalling into the abyss as much as everyone else was; blindfolded, but nonetheless with each other. Welded in each other’s hearts.

How long had you projected your yearning at the couple and vicariously lived through their magical moment? You couldn’t say, though it was only the sudden grip on your shoulder that had managed to break your fixed admiration. It was firm, but nowhere near the realm of rough, and it even contained a fraction of gentleness, an action that wordlessly said ‘are you okay?’

At the sudden presence, you looked over your shoulder to find J, his guarded eyes holding a knowledge which only deepened the crawling feeling of embarrassment. Blood rushed to your cheeks. As you rounded your gaze back to the couple, you quickly saw the crowd was beginning to join them, all dancing at their own pace as the music continued its intimate lull. J’s hand slid down your arm while you watched and returned to hold your hand. Content and about to lean into him, your sudden love struck daze pounced away when he started to walk, dragging you along with him.

“Hey– what are you doing?”

No response.

“Let me go!” You said, your tone coming out a lot angrier than you’d expected. You guessed this alerted him because even though you were mere meters away from the rest of the crowd he stopped to explain.

“I saw the way you were looking at them. You know, cupcake, you’re not hard to read,” he drawled.

You pursed your lips, looking away for a moment.

“So what? What are you doing?”

“What does it – ah – look like?”

He’d seemingly taken your lack of response as a positive and continued forward. He grinned once he had you in position and placed his palm on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing gentle circles. He then maneuvered his other hand to grab yours and stretched it forward. From his first few steps you knew immediately it was the Viennese Waltz. The fast tempoed dance was one you weren't all too familiar with, but you’d learned its slower English counterpart.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you gasped, trying your best to conceal your astonishment. You didn’t want to seem rude, though he just didn’t seem like the person interested in such a thing. Nor have the time. You were certainly finding yourself more curious about the origin of such a talent, and all the other potential abilities that were sneakily tucked away.

“Well aren’t I just full of surprises.”

He dipped you slightly in time with the halt of the orchestra. He held you there for a moment before the tune resumed its boisterous charm, climbing steadily to its crescendo.

“Here’s to another,” he said, his smile widening. If you didn’t know him so well you would have believed the expression to be completely innocent and honeyed. Standing there intertwined with his limbs you knew that devilish gleam was anything but.

And, seconds later, this suspicion proved right.

Suddenly he lifted you, twirling you around in such a way that made you feel like you were the bride. You’d only seen such a thing in Disney movies and cheesy rom coms – to be cherished, to be loved and cared for in such a delicate way was a fantasy; a taste of nostalgia and a serenade to the hopeless romantic within.

“J, put me down! Put me down!” You felt yourself swallow when his hands tightly gripped your hips. For a moment the irritation you’d experienced all day from a full face of makeup and wandering had all been worth it.

His laughs slipped out, too; a direct contrast from his often irked facade, a musically heart-warming phenomenon which no instrument could emulate. The whole time you kept your eyes on each other and never once did they deter, focused on drinking in the beauty of each other. The cheers from the crowd you’d gathered fell upon both your deaf ears, transfixed by each other’s magic in your own closed off bubbles.

As you continued to dance, the act itself felt like flying. The crowd separated when you neared – that is, until everything stopped. Sharp and prompt.

Neither of you had much regard for the abrupt bump when it happened, there were people everywhere and mistakes occurred. It was no big deal. At least that’s what you told yourself until such a collision was followed by a violent shriek and a splash.

Loud gasps replaced the background noise of applause.

In a few frightening seconds your brain made the connection – linking who you’d just seen in the same area minutes before, inches from the ocean.

“Oops,” you squeaked, too scared to turn around. However, despite your better judgement you did just that.

The groom stood in shock, evidently unable to come to terms with the sight he was seeing. One moment his new wife was safe within his arms, dancing as if it was only two of them in the universe, the next she was below him, swimming with seaweed. Then, his form began to tremble, a telltale sign that what was to come was nowhere near the realms of good.

He turned around with searing red eyes, a wrinkled nose and bared teeth. The eyes of the bull met the petrified, and his stubby, squared and well-manicured finger pointed directly at you.

“You fucking bitch!” He roared.

You jumped, feeling yourself cling to J. His arm wrapped around you reassuringly and although you trusted him with your life, being confronted by a raging groom was still nonetheless intimidating. The groom who apparently cared more about telling you off than helping his wife, who was still floundering in the crashing waves, began his march over to you.

“Do you know who I am?” He continued, and you wondered if he was still aware there was a crowd around. J almost instantly stood in front of you and had to hunch further to scowl at your aggressor.

“What was that?” J grabbed the man in front of him and slipped the blade hidden in his sleeve between the groom’s lips, angling it against the crease of his mouth.

“Hmm? Why not try your luck, princess. Say it again.”

The groom froze, the flicker of fear evident even on your end, though he kept up his brutish facade.

“You’re both going to be 6 feet under when my dad’s through with you.”

“Aww… run along to daddy so he can fix all your problems,” you could hear the pout in your boyfriend’s voice, comfortable and in your eyes even elated, to spit out the toxins he’d been gathering from just being here all day.

“So you do know who I am–” “The second most spoiled kid of Gotham’s underbelly.”

“And yet, you’re still holding the knife.”

“Of course the first would be your brother though, hmm?” J continued, completely ignoring the man's statement.

The groom gritted his teeth.

“I bet it stings to not be the favourite. To not even have him here on your big day.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” The groom spat, bullseyeing J’s shoe. You saw red pooling at the corner of the man’s mouth, the mere act of expectorating on your boyfriend’s shoe more urgent than self-preservation.

Yeesh.

“Now that’s not very hygienic,” J growled, wrinkling his nose. His grip on the knife tightened and in one quick motion, the groom was screaming.

While you couldn’t see the infliction from where you were positioned, the blood dripping onto the sand was clear as crystal. The screams of those around you were piercing, their horror and disgust forcing you to cling tighter to your boyfriend.

“J, please! That’s enough, it’s okay!” You pulled on his blazer. Feeling the hundreds of widened eyes staring holes into your being was no longer a concern. What mattered most was him. Getting out of here.

With a quick glance to his right, J met you, then looked back at the groom.

He smacked his lips.

“Seems you are lucky,” he purred, the shimmer in his eye reflecting nothing of the warmth he concealed so carefully – nothing of the warmth of when your eyes met. Instead, it was serrated and reflected jeopardy. He possessed the force of a hurricane. A gravity; the way in which he commanded the direction of things and uprooted the fortitude of the righteous, the sure, a mothernatured finesse.

He looked back at you again before shifting his hold on the man, fisting his wrinkled and bloodied shirt, then barked, “why don’t you go join your blushing bride?”

With the element of surprise, J raised his knee and shot it between the man’s legs, the man falling down almost as fast as the foreign presence made an impact. You could have sworn someone at the corner of your eye jolted, most likely fearing the worst while others let out shrieks. Fear of the unknown, the seduction of one’s imagination and its ability to fill in blanks was the most manipulatable aspect of consciousness. Rather than bleeding out and rocking lifeless against the cradling waves like so many had thought, the groom sat there, soaking in the shame of defeat and crimson. He hollered while his new wife crawled to his side.

“Tell your precious father I said ‘hi.’”

All eyes now turned to you both as you speedily departed, J dragging you along once more. The colony of sand in your shoe that had begun its formation hours ago was well in its breeding season now, the leathery insole most likely buried along with the newly wed’s marriage. Before you fully exited the cooperative crowd, forever to forget the merging faces of horror, two familiar ones caught your eye.

Hah!

“Some date, huh?” You smiled, staring at your mother straight on. The way her face twisted up in a myriad of emotions – surprise, disgust, embarrassment – was something you’d never forget. You were sure you destroyed her little snobbish social circle by the mere association. Pride swelled in your chest, a childish victory that didn’t seem so childish when you later reflected on your relationship with her.

When the two of you escaped back to the van successfully, there was a moment of contemplation.

“I – heh – think that went well!” J laughed to himself, rounding his body to face you, “you think your parents like me?”

“I think I should be asking the same to myself,” you said.

“Cheer up buttercup, at least your parents know you’re not dying alone anymore.”

“To be honest, after that shitshow they’d probably prefer it,” a sigh left your lips and you began to bite them, unconscious of the small action until the taste of metal blew up your taste buds.

“Eh. Who needs parents, anyway?”

You began to fiddle with your hands, suddenly finding them incredibly interesting. From the lack of interruptions you concluded he knew you were miles away, trapped in the wilderness of your own thoughts.

“So I’m guessing you only came because you found out whose wedding it was.”

It took a lot to break the silence, and the air suddenly shifted to a heaviness. You weren’t sure you were the only one tensing.

J clicked his tongue but didn’t answer.

“It’s okay… I think I’ve had my fill of weddings for a while, anyway. And parents. And honestly, maybe people,” you answered for him, despite the swirl of hurt brewing in your gut.

He breathed out his amusement. The lack of transience had you swallowing, frantic to keep the growing weight on your chest from expanding – from consuming your entire being with emptiness. You didn’t know how long you had until the stampede made its mark, the thunderous thuds of terror already echoing in the distance.

Those were only thoughts you could entertain alone, sunken in the decaying paradise of your bed.

Silence prevailed again.

Dazed and lost of direction, you remained fixated on the lines of your palms.

“The husband had a temper. You know, I thought they were so lovely at first.”

“That’s what they want you to believe. Their little golden castles sparkle in the sun and it’s only until the rain pours that you can see them for what they really are. Wet cardboard. Looks can be deceiving.”

“They certainly can be,” you looked up at him, smiling softly.

Even with the friction, you slowly reached up to cup his face. This time on his end, there was no fear or hesitation. Instead, just an unspoken mutual trust between two wandering souls. You looked down at his lips while your thumbs stroked the hidden lines of his scars. The gentle caresses wore down the makeup until finally they were visible again.

The marks of a survivor – beautiful and bold.

“Wait,” he said, the word simple and yet so labyrinthine. He reared back and looked at his hands while your own moved to rest on your knees. Curled into fists, his slowly unclamped like a blooming flower. What they revealed had your heart thumping, dancing its rhythm in your throat. You felt your eyes widen and the sadness immediately leave you, as if all its colour had been drained from you. You felt like a 1930’s cartoon, so shaken to the core that all you could see was greyscale.

“It wasn’t the only reason,” he whispered, the commanding presence absent.

He cleared his throat and finally looked up at you, “in fact, these were my only reason.”

“You son of a bitch,” you bit your tongue in awe at the binding pieces of metal in his hands. They twinkled in the holiday rays, beckoning, unuttering whispers of fabrication. Was the weight of those dual bands as heavy as his heart? As heavy as the solemn expression as he processed your jabbing words?

“I-I know it’s not much but–” he stuttered, and was promptly interjected.

“Oh! No, no, no! I didn’t mean–”

You both smiled. Yours wide and brazen, his small and seraphic.

“My J. Always starting fights, always getting what he wants,” you took the ring from his finger and darted to your left hand, slipping it on its rightful throne, “how can I resist?”

You kissed him mellowed and full of saccharine and he sighed, his reciprocation just as tender despite the usual dash of coarseness.

“Mine,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. He fluttered his eyes shut and his breathing began to steady.

“Mine,” you whispered.

In all that was and all that ever could be, never would you have believed such a moment possible. Magical and idiosyncratic, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Nothing big and extravagant in front of many eyes. Just the two of you, inside what you now considered the best moment of your life. What many described as a lock and chain, a prison for the rest of one’s life, you would describe as the only thing you had ever wanted. As much as before, everything felt complete.

Supernal.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, breathing in unison, basking in each other. All you knew was that it was all too soon when you hit the road again, starting the long journey back to Gotham. After a lot of the same scenery – trees, cars, rocks, more cars and occasional bodies of water – your eyes had become leaden. Resting became impossible to oppose and before long your eyes gave into its stinging demand.

Somewhere within the haze of half-consciousness, a mysterious material was draped over you. It was silken on the inside, your arms softly grazing it occasionally, and linen on the outside, your chin brushing over it when passing uneven roads. Subtle ripples of cologne drifted from the fabric as you finally fell prey to sleep’s siren song.

“Sleep well, sweetpea,” lulled a sweet voice.

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lstories · 3 years ago

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Felix and Olivia: Early Night Snacks

(Safe, soft, vore, unwilling pred, willing prey, object vore, stuffing)

Word count: 3686

Olivia ran into the living room and jettisoned herself onto the queen sized mattress that Felix used as a couch. She grabbed a few blankets and wrapped herself up before grabbing the remotes and putting on a movie. She paused it while waiting for Felix to come into the living room, he was just bringing in the snacks they made together so why was it taking so long. She reached up and grabbed a few pillows and stuffed them into her makeshift human burrito so it would look bigger. She starred intently at the doorway for Felix to come threw, he eventually waddled out of the door with EVERY snack they made together for the past 2 hours, balanced neatly on his head, shoulders, arms, and in his hands was a large bowl of popcorn and some candy bars carefully stacked on top of it. Olivia just watched in awe and confusion as he slowly walked over to the table, his eyes darting from plate to platter to bowl and slowly shuffling his feet to not have anything fall off. He was just supposed to bring them in one by one while she started the movie but he had to make it complicated again. She watched as he slowly made his way to the table in the center of the room, carefully bending down to place the bowl on the table. He put everything neatly down and in a nice order, triumphantly standing up and letting out a small sigh before falling onto the 'couch'. "Uhhh Felix, could you get off please" Olivia said as her face was being pressed into the bed couch. Felix shuffled around for a bit, rolling over Olivia and onto the back of the couch. He immediately picked her up once he wasn't on her and started shyly apologising.

"Are you ok, I should of looked where I was going. Where did I hurt you" he was holding her in front of him, checking her entire face for any injuries.

"Hey- stop, I'm alright. It's not like you could hurt me either, remember. Your more like a weighted blanket when I'm not already covered" she slowly moved her legs like a mermaid's tail

"Your fine right and you- you don't..." Felix started to trail off, his eyes focused on what she had wrapped around herself. The blue speckles diffusing into the black of his eyes, evenly spreading out.

Olivia could see the look in his eyes... well, it was more like the loss of conscious sight. He could only see food at this point. She could hear his stomach growling as they cooked and she wanted him to have something to eat as well. "Like what you see" her mouth and nose were hidden underneath a part of the blanket and she had a devilish smile creeping over her face.

"Muhh. I-I want..." Felix slowly moved her feet closer to his mouth. His eyes were darting over her entire body, he questioned if he should eat her head first of feet first.

He set the bottom of his human burrito where Olivia's feet would be on his tounge. The click of the TV shutting off drew both of their attention, the blue speckles in Felix's eyes all joined together again. Olivia looked into her blankets and saw the remote squished against a pillow. Felix looked back to see himself almost about to eat Olivia, pulling her out just before he gulped her down. He was not going to eat her, she wanted to binge watch a movie series with him and he wasn't going to stop her from watching. He looked back at Olivia, his eyes slowly moving across her body as the speckles drifted apart again. Olivia thought he was going back to do it again. He shook his head to focus himself before laying down on the bed, squishing Olivia into his chest. "Sooo, you gunna start the movie, you do have the remotes right." Felix slowly said. Olivia huffed, she was just a little more angry than anything, forcing herself to move and grab the remote while she thought of a new plan. He was so hungry while they cooked, she could feel the rumbling of his stomach threw the floor let alone hear it. All he could eat was fabrics while he was surrounded by so much food, not a great thing when he's also an excellent chef. His eyes kept darting to the sweet potatos with a marshmallow blanket, and he cooked it in such a way that it looked like a tan flannel blanket.

Olivia started to worrie, he hadn't eaten at all since they got back from camping, he just stayed by her for the entire day, making sure everything was going right for her and that she wasn't getting hurt. She's never seen him not eat for this long and it was getting to her, if he could put aside everything to make her happy than she could for him. She kept brainstorming ideas to get him to eat but he had a vice grip on her and she needed to get him a meal. His stomach growled louder, she was pressed into Felix's chest so it was even louder than it would have been and she knew it was calling for her. She looked down past Felix's arms to his stomach, she had to find a way to be his meal. She wriggled around a bit trying to get free, eventually she got her arm free and reached for the snacks laid out on the table, keeping her arm just short enough to not reach. Felix could see her trying to reach out of the side of his eye. He loosened his grip and Olivia crawled out as soon as she could, leaving her cocoon of blankets behind. Olivia sat on the side of the bed unsure of what she was going to do. Felix grabbed her arm and stared at her with a worried look on his face, she instinctively grabbed a lemon dough ball and shoved it in her mouth. Felix pulled her closer so her back was against his stomach and the table was still in reach.

Olivia looked around at how to get out of this situation, all the blankets and pillows that were on the bed was in the ball he was holding. She knew he wasn't going to eat them beacuse she already used them the way they were intended to be used instead of for food. She leaned into his stomach and started watching the movie, deafeated as to how she would help him. His stomach growled, shaking her entire body like it knew what she was thinking. Olivia turned around towards his stomach gently massaging it with one hand then going back to looking around the room. "Dont worry, I'll get to ya soon" she whispered to herself. She heard purring from Felix and looked over to him, his face was still glued to the screen but his eyes were getting heavy. She started massaging his stomach with both her hands, gently pushing every sensitive muscle she remembered from the inside. His eyes started to fall heavy and he could barely keep them open to watch the movie as his purring drowned out all the noise from the movie. She stopped massaging his stomach for a bit, resting her tired arms on his side as his eyes started to become more active again. His stomach let out a loud growl, she looked over to see his face was a mixture of shame, guilt, and pain. The pieces were starting to fall into place as she figured out her plan.

She slowly slid down the side of his stomach, trying to grab something from under the bed with her feet. Her back left Felix's stomach for just a second before he reached down and grabbed her shoulder, a sad growl emitting from his chest as he pulled Olivia closer to him. Olivia tried again, hooking her foot around the thin handle on the basket and pulling it up towards her. 12 small seat cushions were placed along the basket, small cookie pattern's woven into them. She thought they were funny to be used as snacks for Felix. She brought the basket onto the couch, pulling out one of the pillows and snuggling under the blanket burrito and back into Felix's chest. She gently tapped his lip with corner of the thin pillow, prodding his lip open until he started moving. He rolled onto his back and pressed Olivia into his chest again before staring down at her.

"I thought you wanted to watch a movie, that's why we made all those snacks but it's like your not even paying attention" he looked down at her, slightly disappointed

"I do want to watch the movie but I'm worried about you, you haven't eaten all day any you've been really clinging lately so just, open up and eat" she kept trying to force the pillow into his mouth.

Felix reluctantly took the pillow from her hands, flipping her around and onto her back and shoving her up against his chin. He took the pillow and folded it in half, putting it on his tounge and swallowing. "There, you happy. I ate your snack pillow, now can we watch your movie"

She could feel him putting the pillow on his tongue and swallow, the small lump it made slowly moved along her spine and down her back. She could feel it stop somewhere beneath her knees as the pressure was released from her head. "very" she quietly mumbled. Felix sighed as he slightly turned his head to watch the movie, not too much later he felt a poking at his lip. Olivia folded another pillow and tried to put it in his mouth, but she wasn't able to see where she was putting it so she was just shoving it into random parts of his face. "Whyyyyyy- Mhph" Felix groaned as another pillow was shoved into his mouth. "Just let me feed youuuu" Olivia whined, she was to worried about if he was eating that she didn't care about the movie. The feeling of the pillow moving under her again was satisfying, she was finally helping him with his problem and knowing he was going to feel better made her feel better. She was finally happy that he wasn't going to starve himself on accident, and then she felt the bottom of her knees move as she realized that he had already digested the pillows.

She started feeding Felix the pillows again. He eventually stopped fighting it and accepted that Olivia wanted to feed him more than watch the movie she picked out. She kept putting them in his mouth one by one until all of them were in his stomach. She could feel them slightly moving under her legs as they slowly collapsed down and were digested in just a minute. Felix's stomach growled again and Olivia realized that she was going to need thicker and bigger pillows and blankets if she was going to attempt the next part of her plan. She wriggled back out of his grip, moving off the bed and kneeling onto the floor. Felix immediately learned over and placed a hand on Olivia's back, checking her surroundings as his breathing started to quicken. Olivia grabbed some of the extra pillows she had stored just in case she had friends coming over and some pillows or blankets were missing. She grabbed as many pillows as she could and dragged them to the front as Felix pulled her out by the waist. At the last second she grappled onto a curtain and used it to pull out most of the smaller pillows and blankets. She was spun around once she was fully out from under the bed so Felix could see ever part of her body as his eyes darted over her, his hands were shaking as they checked her for injuries. He was truly terrified that something might happen to her.

Felix let out a sigh as he found nothing over her torso, his face slowly shifted to anger as he lifted her up and set her back onto his stomach. He held her arms to her sides and forced her back into his chest. She struggled a bit, slightly gigging as she tried to get away from his grip, her small grin faded as her eyes met his. His face was dead serious while they stared at each other, his hands slightly moved around her but she didn't fight back. No matter what position she was in she always felt comfortable laying on Felix, he started to grow a devilish smile as he moved his hands. Felix wasn't able to hurt her or make her uncomfortable in any way, except for- Olivia's eyes widened as she tried to fight her way out of Felix's grip. He lightly pushed his thumbs into her sides and Olivia started to laugh. She flailed her legs and begged Felix to stop, it didn't take much to tickle her but it was fun for Felix every time. "Fe- s-s-stop, stOP! I can't breathe! Please- stop, Felix! FELIX STOP!" She shouted over fits of laughter. Felix moved his thumbs out of the way and squished her as deep as he could. Olivia still chuckled at the residing feeling, her entire body was being crushed by Felix. It felt nice, like she was perpetually in his throat, she could feel his heartbeat just as strong too. While it felt nice she couldn't wait for the actual feeling of moving down with this pressure.

She stayed there for a while, his soft foam heartbeat and the very muffled sound of the movie keeping her awake. Eventually she wriggled out of Felix's grip again, he groaned as she moved away from him. "If you won't eat and you won't watch the movie then can't you just sleep and be safe near me"

Felix pushed her face back into his stomach when she sat up. "I want to watch the movie with you, and we both know it's safe in your stomach. I mean, I could watch the movie on my phone while you watch it on the TV" she pushed his arms to his sides, laying back down onto his chest.

"But it's not safe in my stomach, I- I can't let you get hurt again" Felix put his hand to her cheek, she immediately started nuzzling into his palm and resting into his chest.

"It was a small, non venomous snake that crawled into our tent and bit me on the leg. It didn't even leave a bruise, and you couldn't of stoped it beacuse you were coughing up moths, and like I keep telling you I saw it crawl out of your mouth when you went to sleep beacuse I couldn't sleep on the air mattress. Plus, we're in our house, there is nothing here that can hurt us unless we let it in. Now, you've been protecting me for the past five days from nothing and haven't eaten anything so, if you want to protect me, then eat" Olivia reached down and grabbed a pillow, trying to stuff it into Felix's mouth.

"We spent hours making food, if I'm eating your going to as- mmph" Olivia shoved it in his mouth while he was talking. He forced himself not to swallow, so Olivia kept pushing and shoving until the entire pillow was in his mouth.

Olivia sighed as she turned and picked up a small finger sandwich. Felix swallowed the pillow, it was bigger than the whole basket of snack pillows and it jostled Olivia as it passed under her. She grabbed a bigger blanket and put it in Felix's mouth, he went back to watching the movie out of the side of his eye eventually becoming oblivious to Olivia's actions. Olivia kept feeding him more and more, occasionally grabbing a snack for herself from the table but she always had some part of her touching Felix. His eyes grew heavy as his stomach slowly ballooned in size and filled with blankets, pillows, and full couch cushions. Olivia eventually ran out of stuff to feed Felix and turned to look at her work. She slightly moved towards his stomach, hands pressing in on his sides. She slowly started to rub at his stomach, each press filling Felix with delight. He rubbed one part Olivia wasn't getting with his own hand, using the other hand to press Olivia's full body into his stomach.

She could feel the moving of the pillows being digested and fall when too much fabric was taken away. Even though his stomach was taller than her, she could still hear a faint growl somewhere. She slowly slid herself from his hand and pressed her hand to his, guiding where he should rub. Eventually he was rubbing his stomach by himself as Olivia got off his chest and onto the ground. Felix didn't try to grab her this time, too entranced at the feeling of his stomach to notice. His purring was so loud she thought the neighbors might check on her. She walked into her room and put on more layers of clothing. More pj's, zipperless jacket's, and just anything that didn't have big pieces of plastic or metal, which was most of her wardrobe. She walked back into the living room looking like she was ready for a blizzard tho Felix wasn't able to see it. She slipped her gloved hands into Felix's mouth and he immediately started gulping her down like she was another pillow. She slid down his throat, keeping as still as possible to not let him realize what he was doing. Her hands reached his stomach, she could immediately feel the tendrils ripping at her gloves and what she could only describe as massaging her hands as they tried to tear away at her like she was stuffing, unable to do more than lightly press in at her skin. Slowly she fully entered his stomach, the fluff and fabric of the pillows and blankets fully surrounded her and like the last time Felix was this full, she created a pocket of air she sat in, propping it up with her layers of clothing. She unlocked her phone and connected it to the TV and allowed the two way camera. She saw Felix still laying on the couch rubbing his stomach, she slowly moved her arms threw the fabric and stuffing to the edge of his stomach. The grey tendrils started to rub her hands, slowly moving up her arms and eating away at her sleeves. She pressed at his stomach and looked threw the camera to see the tiny bump her hand made, Felix groaned as she slowly traced her hand in his stomach and spelled out FaO.

She pulled her hand back and paused the movie. "Heeyyy Feeeliiix, look over heeerrre" Felix slowly opened his eyes and looked around and started to freak out when he didn't see Olivia. His breathing quickened as he propped himself up and looked around the room. "Up here"

Felix looked up and saw a small video feed of Olivia in the corner of the TV. "Olivia, where are you? Your freaking me out" Felix slowly rubbed the top of his stomach.

"Does your stomach feel like the weight of pillows and blankets?" Her smile slowly morphed as she curled up a little tighter. Felix stood up- or he tried to anyway, his stomach forced him back down to the couch.

He slid his hands under his stomach as he propped himself back up, carrying the heavy weight in his hands. "Olivia? How did you... are you ok? Is the snake still in there? Tell me what's going on"

Olivia was jostled around for a minute, trying to get used to the new gravity. "Hey look up here, there's nothing in here but fluff. Also like I said, on the very slight chance that I was mistaken and didn't see the snake it wouldn't have survived being vacuum sealed" Felix sat back down and watched Olivia threw the TV as she showed him the little pocket of fluff she made in his stomach.

"So you're safe and I don't need to let you out? I'm sorry for not letting you check sooner, but I can't let you be in any danger, even if it might not be real. AND NEVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK!" Felix started hitting the sides of his stomach. Olivia was slightly getting jostled by the light punches, it felt like a massage gun on her her arms. Felix's punches slowed until he was tightly hugging his gut and lightly rubbing it. "I can't be mad at you for more than a minute"

Felix layed back down on the bed and looked to the camera on the TV "sooo, you gunna start the movie?" Olivia slightly laughed at the comment, moving to a more comfortable position. She started the movie and her and Felix watched the entire series together, Felix had to swallow a few battery packs to keep her phone charged. Felix had digested everything besides Olivia before the 3rd movie even started. Once it got late Felix ate the whole fabric cacoon before walking up the stairs to their bedroom. Olivia had already fallen asleep during the final movie, making some cute remark that Felix couldn't remember. He layed down, letting Olivia get comfortable in her sleep before he slightly shifted the blankets over his stomach. "Goodnight my tiny caretaker" and with that comment he drifted off to sleep, letting Olivia shift in his stomach which ever way she wanted.

#safe vore #protective vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #willing prey #half size vore #plush vore #plush pred #stuffing #object vore #Felix and Olivia

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jerepars · 3 years ago

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My QOTS 5x09 live reactions:

Oscar is in the “previously on”. Oscar x Jeresa team up?

SO MUCH Kote in the “previously on”. Whyyyyyy? We already had to sit through their episodes once, isn’t that enough?

James taking off that ski mask was somehow really hot

Is it bad if I want to skip through this suburbia Kote stuff and just get to the Jeresa team up lol

“Like the devil himself he lives in the shadows” uhhhhh that was a little…YA fiction-esque. Lol who wrote that line and are they serious.

If there were two very attractive people sitting across from me, dressed like yin and yang, promising me protection like that…I think I’d be very confused LOL

Konstantin Federov? Is Kostya like, a Russian hockey player? Did he play in Detroit with the Russian Five? I am howling.

an INSTRUMENT TO DEFEND OUR DEMOCRACY lol lol lol

again Devon leaves the room without being a blatantly obvious Jeresa shipper. Boooooooo.

suburbia suburbia why can’t we do away with ya?

what happened to don’t come out until I tell you to?! Do you understand the consequences of death or not?

oh good job just show the neighbors you guys have a fucking arsenal in your kitchen that’s not gonna be suspicious at all

“I am a soldado, I will never put my guard down” really REALLY we all know that’s not true this is how you guys got banished to Little Rock in the first place

“it was a big raccoon” Raccoons are adorable they look like little bandits leave them alone

Jeresa are sitting ~very close~!!!!

“in the DR” As in, in the Dominican Republic? Do people really say that? Sounds like I’m watching Big Brother and they’re talking about the Diary Room LOL

Wait what Teresa is doing coke right as James leaves the room? What if he forgot something and comes back??? Does he know? Has this just been accepted by him? This is never going to be addressed, is it?

Ooh, theory time. Is the coke...not coke? Is it something else and Teresa has been building up a tolerance to it so she can appear dead?

“I know you want things to go back to normal” BACK to normal? When were things normal? Why does half the episode have to be spent on these two?

“I don’t want to live like this anymore” You…you...WHAT? Why did you join a drug cartel? You BEGGED back in with them. Proved yourself. Worked too hard, isn’t that what you said? What did you think it was going to be like?

Do we, the audience, have to suffer through the garage sale, too?

HOW LONG IS THIS SCENE WHY ARE WE STILL IN SUBURBIA

Yeah snoop through your neighbor’s mail when the whole neighborhood is around THAT’S NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL

oh it’s his little girl’s team now we have to suffer through Pote’s redemption for his misogynist sexist comments from earlier in the season

Yo, why are we only meeting Domingo now? I like this guy. He’s fun. Plus he’s got cool piercings.

aaaaand he’s dead.

Oh, okay, not dead. But injured.

YO I LIKE DOMINGO

CHICHO HOW COULD YOU CALL POTE THIS IS NOT HOW I RAISED YOU

omg is KA going to tell Pote to go back to Teresa where he’s happy because she doesn’t want his spirit to die? If so, I think I might want to die.

I don’t need another tender Kote moment JFC MAKE IT STOP

BRICKS!!!! KISS TIME!!!!

“You wouldn’t let me do it, so why should I let you?” Dead. Dead. DEAAAADDDDD. 😭😭😭

I love you. SAME. (I still wish T had said it first)

So no conversation. Just straight to the sex? Okay. I guess we’ll roll with it.

The way he pauses to tuck her hair away from her face and looks at her all starry-eyed when she’s on top of him. Dead. Dead. Dead dead dead.

And then they SMILE. Can you be more dead than dead? I think that’s where I’m at. 👻

Sidenote: I don’t think we’ve ever seen this much of J’s tattoos up close. This is glorious. Lol yeah because there’s sex happening and I’m looking at the details of the tattoos hahaha

The hand on the thigh to end it before the camera pans and then fade to black. That’s great. I will accept it.

She’s touching his arm in the morning after scene. There is SUNLIGHT. This is the best lit Jeresa scene of this show’s existence, lol. Holy shit.

When does she tell him she loves him? This is obviously setting us up for a goodbye.

LOLOLOLOL James is talking about weapons and making sure she’s well equipped and she’s giving him heart eyes instead sooo is she about to say it?

SHE SAID IT!!!!!!!!!

Jeresa making out. Jeresa getting it on. Jeresa kissing after a love confession. In one episode. ❤️ 🥰 🎊 💞 💓 😘 🎇 🔥 Bask in the glory. Savor it. Let’s all enjoy this and rewatch and reblog gifs etc etc etc because it’s all we’re ever going to get. 🎁

“She’s not going in without us.” “I’ll go.” OoOoOoOo this is all part of the plan isn’t it?

But when did you have time to plan this when you spent all night making out and having sex. You must have been spent. Did you multitask in bed? 😂

Scared Puppy James :( :( :(

Wait. WAIT. This is very plot holey. Kostya didn’t know anything about Teresa’s business? He’s apparently the biggest bad-ass there is and he didn’t even vet her? He just let Oksana handle it? WHATTTTTTT

The tequila isn’t poisoned. She put something on the shot glass, probably? That’s why they had Chicho talk about how Oksana was killed at the beginning. Right?

So Kostya has been elusive all season. Fucked everything up. And he dies as soon as he meets her? WHAT. Just like that. This is so deflating.

Uhhhh, listen, I get it, Teresa is obviously gonna make it out of here. But why have Kostya’s guys not shot her in the head yet? This is very unrealistic. They wouldn’t hesitate. She would be on the ground in a second.

WHAT. NO. WHY IS POTE HERE. GO AWAY. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STEP UP, CHICHO.

I wish Pote had died. A final sacrifice for his family. That would have been his redemption. And I’m not apologizing for anything I just said. Full offense. Not sorry.

“You had enough on your plate.” Are you KIDDING ME? Yo WHO THE FUCK DOES CHICHO THINK HE IS? Making decisions for the boss? That’s not…that wouldn’t happen, helpful or not. Teresa would kill HIM. Know your place. Wow how nice of the writers to screw Chicho up.

“I’m only legit until Devon decides I’m not” So…okay. Jeresa have definitely talked about Devon and made the sniper plan now, right? If she’s saying this?

“Can you shut down operations in New Orleans and meet us when you’re done?” “Of course.” That’s the goodbye, isn’t it? We’re still on track for the sniper plan?

“When everything’s settled I’ll send for you.” Uh. Maybe KA is safer in Little Rock. But you’re gonna leave her out in the wind for an indefinite amount of time? OKAY.

“He may not be as nice” LOL

Omg this is like the most continuous dialogue James has had all season and it’s wasted on DEVON

Personally not a fan of this very predictable James-was-still-under-Devon’s-wing-the-whole-time because I think it’s lazy writing. Very lazy. BUT I bet in James’ mind, he’s for sure been pretending and this whole time whenever he’s been sitting boo-boo faced in the corner moping, he’s been planning out how to tell Teresa and going over the plan of how she’s going to “die” and they’re going to disappear. So he could tell her and they could execute it perfectly when the right time presented itself. Right? And that’s all going to be shoved into like the last few minutes of the finale, isn’t it?

Ah okay so sniper James is going to shoot Teresa through the window to make Devon think he followed orders. They WERE multitasking in bed. 😂😂

I knew it. I fucking knew it. It’s exactly the ending to this episode we all expected.

Finale preview: soooooooo Teresa is barely in it because she’s “dead” and we have to watch Pote carry out her “wishes” for most of it until it’s safe for her to come alive again? COME ON.

#qots spoilers #qots 5x09 #qots #queen of the south #teresa mendoza #james valdez #jeresa #pote galvez #kelly anne van awken #kote #boaz jimenez #devon finch #chicho nolastname #i have opinions they are unpopular

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hillchill · 3 years ago

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ACS S03 E05 AKA the big boring continues

The previous episode closed on Bill at the foot of the merital bed: no trace of Hillary here and now.

FML they portray Jake Tapper’s date with ML, her latest bit of interview with him makes even more sense now

They namedrop Kavanaugh among the Starr staff and they make him say “I never like to take *no* for an answer.” (!!!)

It’s made clear that Whitewhater alone couldn’t have been a basis for impeachment because of lack of proof.

They namedrop a couple of the usual suspects (as in WJC’s other, previous relationships, like Mary Jo Jenkins)

WJC’s character gets to list the women in his cabinet, which has always been a point in his favor in my opinion (i.e. he has always seen women for their intelligence too and he has not based his judgment of their achievements on their attractiveness)

Whyyyyyy why the fuck are you calling ML in the middle of the nighttttttt??!!

Uh, Juanita Broaddrick… they kinda stayed away from controversy, <I wonder how they’ll handle her, now they’ve introduced her

Going after the women’s previous sexual history (see PJ here), was apparently one of the dirtiest tactics WJC’s lawyers used. That’s a shame.

If everyone hated Linda Tripp, why does she have so many people at her Christmas party?

ML:“the only people that know [of the affair] are my closest friends, my mom – but she doesn’t even know any details- and Bill and you!” [YOU TOLD YOUR MOM??!! URGH]

I never knew Linda’s tapings were illegal, glad that came up. Also, the actor playing her lawyer was Hodgins on the show “Bones”, glad to see a known face around.

Conway… dammit, why is every 2016 player also involved here? Isn’t the USA a damn big country?

Bill is eating a sandwich like a goblin

Bill’s gifts to Monica are pretty much pathetic … a high schooler could do better

AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhh nooooo forhead tenderness [ML and WJC]? NOPEEEEEE NOOOOO get that away from my screen

LINDAAAAA! It’s the 90s! You CANNOT have your email AND your phone active at the same timeeeeeee! [series error!]

15 minutes left and Linda is calling Kenneth Starr’s office. Urgh

Linda Tripp is so happy to be at the centre of attention, it’s sickening

Oh they all say they “know what the Clintons are capable of” – urgh, I’m getting a stress ulcer

A guy from Starr’s office says that the jury would “fucking hate that lady” (i.e. Tripp)

Overall, still kinda boring, still lacking in true-feeling WJC, still no trace of HRC, still condensable in fewer episodes. The next ones better be a banger, because this show is narcolepsy inducing.

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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And here is the second part, who is the readers child? Oooo we don’t know yet, suspense ~Punzo👻

"Tommy, sweetie. Let's get you out of here, yeah?" He nodded his head forcefully and in any other situation, I would have laughed at his eagerness. I rushed forward to the back of his chair and dropped on my knees. I started untying the ropes hastily. "Watch for Techno."

As soon as the last rope dropped Tommy stood up and I could barely stand up myself before he engulfed me in a hug. He buried his face in my neck and I brought my hands to his back and head, rubbing his back and massaging his scalp. He let out a sound close to a whine and I squeezed him harder before he pulled away.

"Thanks for coming to get me, mum." I gave him a smile that embodied the word always as I said it, reaching up to ruffle his hair. When I caught a glimpse of pink in the room over I realized why Tommy was being held here. Techno was blocking the exit in the other room, and he knew I was here. I tried not to show my realization to Tommy and instead grabbed his head and brought it down to my level.

"Listen Tommy, and this is important. You need to leave, right now. No staying behind, no heroic theatrics, go through that door, then up the water and leave." I pointed to the door on our left as I spoke and when I let him go he looked between the door and me. He opened his mouth to argue and I held up my other hand. "Tommy, go. Mother has to take care of a piglet who has gotten too big for his boots."

"Okay, mum. Beat his ass!" I tried to show my displeasure with his words but I knew a smile was on my face as I glared at him. He gave me a cheeky smile and then promptly turned towards the door and walked through it. I looked at it for a moment before steeling myself and turning to head to the right. I stepped through and turned to my left to find Techno already charging at me. I quickly pulled on my shield against his ask and he used it to push me back against the wall.

"Who set you against me? Who are you working for?" I wanted to roll my eyes at his false accusations and instead narrowed them at him. I got a grip on my ax in my right hand and quickly shoved Techno off. I leaned forward and swung my ax at him without hesitation. It skimmed his armor as he turned and he tried to hit me back, and I jumped to my right to avoid the hit. He continued swinging, doing his best to try and hit me, while I swerved, blocked, and ducked under all of his blows. Just before he could drive me into another wall I heard footsteps.

"Hey, you leave my mum alone!" I wanted to groan at him. His courage was admirable and I loved that he wanted to defend me, but with no armor or weapons, he would quickly become a target. Techno didn't take his eyes off me, though, staring at me calculating. Suddenly a smirk crossed his face and before I could reach forward, I watched with wide eyes as he whirled around and started heading for Tommy. He let out a screech and quickly moved around the cluster of things in the middle of the room. Techno was smart, though, he wouldn't play a cat and mouse game where Tommy lead him to me. Techno pulled out a pearl and I reached for Tommy uselessly.

"No!" Technoblade appeared behind Tommy, tall and foreboding but with no hesitation, he struck downwards. Tears flooded my eyes as I watched Tommy's go wide, before he burst, leaving a single orb in his place. I let out a roar similar to a cry as I pearled to the side of Techno, and pulled my sword out, sticking it in a chink in his armor, before pulling it down and free. He let out his own roar of pain and turned to me, but I rose my sword and slashed at his neck and his sound was cut off by gurgles. He fell to his knees in front of me and I grabbed him by his bloody chin. "I won't stop making you suffer until you're an orb too."

He burst in front of me and I stared at his things in disgust. I looked up slightly to stare at Tommy's soul orb and a sob slipped out of me, and then I couldn't hold back as I fell to the ground. My clenched fists banged against the floor but I knew there was nothing I could do. My boy, my baby boy who I had raised and loved was gone just like that. It was worse than the prison because I watched it happen, I watched his eyes fill with fear and look at me, begging me to help. I was his mother, it was my job to protect him, and I failed. Who knew if Dream would revive him, I might never see him again. Never see him laugh, or smile. Never hear him scream or swear. Never feel his lanky hugs and soft head kisses. My boy was gone and I might never get him back.

I shakily looked up when I heard footsteps, only to find Ghostbur in the corner of the room. He had stopped when he got there, taking in the whole scene. I blinked heavily, trying to clear my tears so I wasn't looking at a blurry version of him. After a moment he slowly walked forward and I instinctively pulled myself towards Tommy's soul orb to protect it. Against what, I didn't know but it was all I had left of Tommy. Ghostbur kneeled on the other side of the orb and frowned at me.

"Mum, is this Tommy's?" I choked out a sob and nodded, hanging my head once more. I failed him, I failed my son and I will never make it up to him, I might never have the chance to. Ghostbur sat silently for a moment before he shifted forward and I looked up at his face. I found an expression I knew was about to say the bright side of my situation. "Well, that's okay. Maybe Dream can revive him, and even if he can't you can keep him close by taking it."

"I failed him, Wil." I blinked at him and when the tears rushed down my cheeks I covered my mouth. I shook my head and closed my eyes. I failed him I failed him I failed him. I felt broken and the thought that my only solace in the world was I would get to keep my son's soul orb broke me even further. I hunched forward into myself, curling my other arm around me as sob after sob escaped. Suddenly I heard a pop and my head shot up, only to find a wide-eyed and guilty-looking Ghostbur, with an outstretched hand towards me. My eyes widen when I realized what happen and he started stammering.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, mum. I wasn't thinking I just wanted to comfort-" His words faded into static as I stared at the spot my son's soul orb once sat. His courage, strength, and might, all of his wonderfulness I knew was in the orb was gone. It wouldn't affect Ghostbur, he was a ghost. Hell, I wasn't even sure it became a part of him, it might have just disappeared. I had just lost my final piece of Tommy. As I tilted my head back and the grief-filled every bone in my body, I was sure everyone could hear my scream.

I cried writing this :’). Also, I give you the option of a happy ending part 3! I haven’t written it yet but if you, Ray, and any of the Rayders want I will try to write it (probably won’t be as good lol)

Punzooooooo whyyyyyy. I’m about to be crying in the club oh my gosh!!!! So good!!! So very good!!!! If you want to write a part three I will absolutely read!!!

#ray responds #mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt one shot #dreamsmp

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aspecpplarebeautiful · 4 years ago

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what the fuck are emotions. What are they. I don’t get it???? Wh. What??? I can’t even tell what I want in life!!!!! What are emotions??!! What ARE WMTOIONSvvv????!!!!!???? I am having a crisis. Fuckibg. What. What is going on. What three fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. I hate it here. save me. I can’t tell what’s platonic and romantic and I’m suffering. I don’t think I’ve ever fully been in a romantic relationship where I actually wanted to be in one, more so just felt like I was supposed to want it and be happy with it. I love the idea of romance maybe?? Why does it hate me??? What’s going on. Hhhhhhh??????? I don’t get paid enough for this! Ajdjdjdjdjjj?????? I’m so confused????? I always think my feelings are romantic and daydream and all but like ARE THEY?????? It doesn’t feel like it???? Maybe?????? Cause I feel all butterflyey and airy and swoony and I hate it! I cannot handle having emotions, let alone when I can’t even tell what they are!!! Whyyyyyy????????? This is so chaotic but MY MAN I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TJME IN THSI CHILIS RIGHT NOW. What’s a romantic thing?? Holding hands??? I don’t wanna hold hands lovey dovey if I’m not close friends with them. But exactly that! Friends!! Anything that’s romantic I could feel for a close friend!!! Fuck!!!! Is this queerplatonic??? Is this just platonic??? Is this romantic???? Is this the real life or is this just fantasy???? I DONT KNOW! I’m caught in a landslide no escape from reality! I DONT EVEN MIEK QUEEN THAT MUCH????? AHHHH?????? And of all people why must my heart have horrible taste! Like WHAT??? THATS the person you choose??? HHHHHHHH?????? I don’t know if I want a life partner!! The idea sounds cute in my little fantasy head filled with soft clouds and living in a cottage by the seaside drinking hot homemade coco but I don’t know about ACTUALLY doing that?? It’s cute but. The idea of my own little house or apartment. I can decorate it how I want, make it all my own, do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted how I wanted, have a garunteed space for myself... that sounds amazing! Any other seems like something I’ve thought I wanted for so long but now I’m questioning that and that’s a bit. Yikes. And I don’t wanna be alone! Society frames single people as alone and I just internalized that! Fuck amatonormativity all my homies hate amatonormativity!!! Girl help I have internalized possible arophobia!!!!!! Why do I keep quoting memes while having an orientation crisis??!?!?!?? WHAT IS HAPPENING???? What is existence??? WHY DO PEOPLE WEAR BASKETBALL SHORTS?????? Hhdjdhdjshjshshhdhhshdhh. Maybe I’ve felt romantic emotion? But did I? Truly? Maybe I’ve felt that attraction, but I never want to be tied down, however bad that sounds. Am I aro or just scared of commitment aJHDJDJDHSJDHJS,,, but like. I had a crush on a guy for a YEAR. I was head over heels. Like I was daydreaming bout love confessions babe it was bad. But I got over him. It was whatever. Then he like a year or two later said he had a crush on me, and asked me out, and I was happy??? I remember being estatic. And I agreed. But I have no idea why I was happy. Was I happy for the me from years ago? Did I like the attention and validation? Have I always had a problem of shooting for the high and then leaving the moment I reach the low??? I hated that relationship. I felt awful. Each time he did something romantic I felt sick, and I avoided seeing him even when I had the chance to visit. It was really bad and I felt really guilty. I’d gotten this nice little happy ending, and I ruined it. I got this cute fairy tale, and no matter how hard I tried, my feelings never came. I thought they’d come back. If anything they just fully yeeted themselves out the stratosphere ffs. It was terrible. I felt really bad but had to break up with him. And through the guilt I felt so relieved, like I was finally freed. Never really got why people were so emotionally destroyed after breakups when they’re still friends tbh. And we’re still friends. (1/2)

Oh yeah we get to do this again babyyyyyy!!!! Anyways, the other relationship I’d been in, I had actually wanted to be in a qpr, but he asked me out romantically and I didn’t know what to do. He didn’t even know what a qpr was. I was torn between happy at spending more time with him and saying how much I loved him and the crippling fear and disappointment and lingering uncomfortableness. It only ever increased. I was a million times closer to him, but I told him I thought I might be aro-spec, because much as I hate to admit it, I felt awful every time we did “romantic” stuff. It’s kinda flattering and also kinda freaky to think he likes me like that. I don’t fully get romantic feelings anyway, though. But I thought it would all be fine and then it just. Wasn’t. We switched to a platonic relationship and I’m much more comfortable with that, but he talks about our future and I feel this fear that I’m gonna break his heart, because genuinely, I could see myself living with him, but not out of romance or anything. Just kinda like. It’s free real estate if I need a bug killed, and also houses cost so much money, and also movie nights, but I could just invite people to my own place if I wanted a movie night. But I just don’t know. I thought for sure I had romantic feelings for at the very least one of them, but it just didn’t work, at all. And there’s this other guy, I swear I don’t only crush on guys lmaodnfjdjdjdjjd, but he’s,,,,,,,, a youtuber. Because I have terrible taste. He’s only a year or two older than me and is funny and cute (asexually, bcus I am ace) and so my stupid monkey brain was like ah yes, this one is who you’re gonna like! And now I’m just like 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ every time I think of him. Very annoying. My heart is like an annoying bug that keeps bonking it’s head against the window next to me while I tiredly try to drive. But like,,,, I think have a crush?? But I don’t even wanna date him??????? So????? What????? WhAt????? What are emotions I don’t understand them??? This is a lot and I’m sorry my fam squad but oh boy am I having a real funky fresh time over here (2/2)

So one thing that may help you here, we tend to think of what attraction am I experiencing as a big objective truth. But it can actually be very subjective. So changing your thought process from being a detective and figuring out exactly what you’re feeling, to going ‘what makes the most sense to me in how I conceptualize this’. So basically try and think more in terms of ‘this is a helpful way for me to think of this’ and don’t worry too much if it’s right or wrong because there may not be an objective right or wrong answer.

So maybe it is romantic, but you’ve also got strong romance repulsion for being personally in romantic situations (I definitely think from this do you do have romance repulsion happening), and that’s interfering with having a romantic relationship. Or you’re somewhere under the akoiromantic/lithromantic umbrella, where you do have romantic feelings but don’t want them reciprocated.

Maybe your feelings are more in the platonic or alterous scale. So still very strong, but not romantic, or not entirely romantic. (If you’re looking for a guide on telling romantic, platonic and alterous attraction part, the faq for this blog discusses it.)

Some people experience parts of romantic attraction but not all romantic attraction, some people find attraction blurs together and it doesn’t make sense for them to see it as a single distinct type of attraction.

And some people just in general can’t distinguish between romantic and platonic. And there’s some labels around that, two of the most popular are idemromantic (when someone categorizes relationships as platonic or romantic but feels no notable differences) and platoniromantic (when someone can’t tell the difference between platonic and romantic attraction).

You can also look into quoiromantic, which is basically disidentifying with the concept of romantic attraction entirely, or finding it nonsensical, inapplicable or inaccessible. So that’s another thing you can look into if it interests you.

So that’s a few avenues you can look into, if nothing here feels right, you can dig in more, but this is a good starting spot.

But yeah, I’d definitely recommend trying and thinking of it in terms of what feels right, or what would be a useful way of looking at this. And not worrying about if it’s right or wrong, only if it feels right or makes sense for you.

All the best, and good luck, Anon!

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prettyallfriends · 3 years ago

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Pretty Rhythm: My☆Deco Rainbow Wedding Chapter 15+16 English Translation

(These two are seriously my fav chapters so far, they were legitimately hilarious at times. Also Mia has disappeared for some reason, and So-min becomes the player's new sidekick for a while which is soooo good)

Chapter 15: The Gold Spiral Cup is a Bad Omen?

So-min: So you really did enter, Player? The third Spiral Cup… The Gold Spiral Cup! Hm… In that case... Kachow!

Shi-yoon: Ahaha, what kind of weird pose are you doing, So-min~?

So-min: It’s not a weird pose, Shi-yoon! This is… my… um… 'challenging Player pose'!!

Jae-eun: Munch munch! Slippery flavour~

So-min: Jae-eun! I’m not slipping!

Shi-yoon: It’s okay, that uhh, “focused” face of yours is funny, So-min. Ya~y!

So-min: I wasn’t trying to be funny! God! Jae-eun and Shi-yoon really drive me mad sometimes!

Shi-yoon: Ahaha! Thanks for the compliment!

Jae-eun: Munch munch! The flavour of happiness~

So-min: How was that a compliment!? Christ… why are we doing this right before the contest!? We don’t have time to waste talking like this! You want to be able to concentrate before the big contest too, right Player?

Choice: Nah, I’m feeling pretty relaxed! / Yep! Let me focus.

Shi-yoon: Yaa~y! Relax, relax. Charge up your power for the show.

So-min: As expected from the winner of the Bronze and Silver Spiral Cups. The aura of a star shines through your whole body. In that case I’m satisfied! However! We won’t lose to you! We’ve been preparing for this day by… huh? Player, are you looking for someone? Hm, Rinne? Looks like she’s not here. Though, if you work hard enough, she’ll probably hear about it… in which case, it will not have been a waste of time! Kachow! ...Whoops, I did it again.

Jae-eun: Ah! So-min’s doing her weird pose again~!

Shi-yoon: Ahaha. She’s so funny, ya~y!

So-min: It’s not a weird pose! You two are really…

Jae-eun: Oh, it tastes like the contest’s about to start~

So-min: Ah, we talked until it started! Anyway, Player… let’s both do our best in competing!

(prism show)

So-min: It’s finally time for the results.

Jae-eun: Munch munch! I can taste everyone’s nervousness… The winner is…

Shi-yoon: Player-san! Ya~y!

So-min: So now you’ve won the Bronze, Silver and Gold Spiral Cup… Y-you’re definitely n-not a run-of-the-mill prism star~!

Jae-eun: Losing to you tastes frustrating… but your show was wonderful, and had a really fun flavour!

Shi-yoon: Congrats, Player-san. Ya~y! Ah! It looks like you’ve won the Gold Spiral Dress frame!

So-min: It’s so sparkly… it’s shining almost as bright as your show today!

Shi-yoon: Hurry up and let us see you in the dress you make with it!

So-min: I’m sure the golden sparkle of this dress will reach Rinne’s heart… No matter where they are, rivals are always interested in what their opponent is up to.

Shi-yoon: Though, now that you’ve won three Spiral Cups, Rinne won’t be the only person interested in what you’re up to… Other prism stars will hear rumours about you, Player-san.

So-min: Good point… You’re probably going to get a lot more rivals now. Well, I doubt they’ll show up that fast. Kachow!

??? (Shi-yoon foretold you, Serena): So it’s you, huh~? You’re this Player I've hear so much about, right?

So-min: What!? Instantly a rival-ish person has appeared!

??? (Kanon): We’ve heard a lot of rumours about you.

??? (Serena): Come with us for a sec...

So-min: Ahhh! Somehow we’ve gotten into a bad situation~!

(i have no clue what serenon are ever saying bye. Wasnt expecting them to show up ngl)

Chapter 16: The Chaotic Manzai Princesses

So-min: Ooooh… They brought us with them, just like that… Those two are MARs’ rivals, Serenon. This isn’t gonna turn into a… dangerous situation, right? I feel like we wouldn’t be able to run away even if we tried!!! Though maybe it’s not too late, let’s run away…

??? (Serena): Sorry to leave ya waiting~...

So-min: EEEP! They’ve appeared~!!

Serena: My name’s Jounouchi Serena! And she’s…

Kanon: I’m Toudou Kanon. It’s nice to meet you, Player-han.

Serena: We’ve been hearing a lot of rumours that a rookie star just appeared out of nowhere.

Kanon: You’re a newbie, yet you’ve been winning tournaments left and right, and…

Serena: You’re the rival of Rinne, the promising new prism star!

Kanon: How could Serenon leave such an amazing prism star alone like that?

So-min: They’re going to do something to you, Player!

Serena: Hehehe. We’re gonna…

So-min: I can hear my heart thumping!

Serena: ...ask you for a favour!!

So-min: Gah--! Wait, a favour?

Serena: Player, your power as a prism star is the real deal! We need ya to join us in a manzai prism show!! Serenon perform manzai prism shows, and we want loads of people to come see them!!!

Kanon: So we need Player-han’s power to achieve that. Would ya consider doing manzai prism show training with us!?

Choice: Hm… What shall I do…? / No~ I’m really not good at manzai…

Serena: (She’s crying. Why are both choices bad) Whyyyyyy!? You have the sense for comedy! You’re trampling on our dreams!

So-min: Please wait a minute! Player can do something else to help you two! They can’t practise with you, as they have to do lessons to prepare for the Rainbow Cup. And their showdown with Rinne isn’t over yet!

Serena: Rinne… She’s like a partner to you, huh?

So-min: They’re a bit different than manzai partners…

Serena: I’ve got it! I hear ya loud and clear! In that case, get ready to compete against us!

Kanon: If ya win, you’re free to form a pair with Rinne.

Serena: But if we win, you gotta do manzai with us!

So-min: Why this… I don’t get what’s happening anymore, but it looks like you have to do this.

Serena: If you look down on the power of laughter, you better look out! I’m Serena!

Kanon: And I’m Kanon!

Serena: And together we’re Serenon! It’s a pleasure to be here~

(prism show)

Serena: Gah----!! Player, your show was super fun...

Kanon: Being able to make the audience smile more than Serenon could is a great feat!

Serena: Grr~ It’s frustrating, but since you won, you can group up with Rinne.

So-min: No… They never wanted to form a pair with Rinne in the first place.

Serena: Huuuh? That so? That’s too bad, so.

So-min: Why is that?

Kanon: Player-han and Rinne-han seem to be really close after all. How do I put this, they seem to share a bond that’s different than their bonds with others.

Serena: A pair or group will end up having a mysterious bond, right? Our rivals in MARs are like that, and so are we!

Kanon: When I’m with Serena, whether it’s manzai or prism shows, I’m happy.

Serena: Woah woah woah! Why are you saying that kinda thing so suddenly!? I’m gettin’ all shy…

Kanon: What are you getting shy for!? You’re a manzai prism show star, how can you handle being the boke if you can’t handle this!?

Serena: Damn, I really messed up!! How could I~!?

Kanon: Hehe. Well, being able to joke around like this is one of the most fun parts about being partners. Of course, rivals have strong bonds too, like us and MARs. Player-han, forge some strong bonds with Rinne, okay?

Serena: Rivals and friends… If a duo like that did manzai, it’d be hilarious!! Player, you sure ya won’t try doing a manzai prism show?

So-min: ...they will not.

Serena: Ah! You’re a really great tsukkomi, ya know!

Kanon: Player-han, if you ever feel like a manzai lesson, drop us a line whenever, okay? Prism shows and manzai are both about making the audience members happy. I’m looking forward to seeing if you can make your audience smile at the Rainbow Cup!

Serena: Looks like it’s time to go. This has been Serena!

Kanon: And Kanon!

Serena: And this was Serenon! Thank you very much for coming!!

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cthomashoodstory · 4 years ago

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Best Years but Not in the Same Way (10)

Calum Hood x Reader (Saara Palvin)

Previous Part

I’m sorry english is not my native

Masterlist

As usual, you were in the studio with all the boys. Today, they going to record a song name Want You Back. It was written by you when they were having a tour back in August. You were alone at studio and you wrote in only for an hour. And when you showed it to them, they liked it.

Luke is in recording room to record his voice, Mike is preparing to record the guitar instrument, and Andrew Wells, the producer is preparing some things. While you’re sitting on couch with Calum and Ashton.

“So how’s the progress with you and guitar?” Ashton asked you. You were grinned and he laughed. “Seriously? You learned it since February miss.” Then he glanced at Calum. “Oh you Mr. Hood, you didn’t teach her properly, or should I teach her? Should i?” He winked at Calum.

“No bro, no.” His face is turned red and we are all laughing. “I will give her a private lesson by my own.”

Then they were talking and you didn’t pay attention to them. You start to play your guitar with whatever chord that will match to your writing. Apparently you just wrote a song yesterday and now you want to show it to them.

“Every moment spent, i wish i was with you,” you began to sing with the guitar melody. “And every night i slept, i dream i was with you.”

“That’s nice miss,” Ashton gave you a compliment.

You smiled. “Of course I’m a very cool songwriter, huh?” You gave him a cocky face. Calum was just like ‘wtf’ and it really showed in his face.

“Oh you want a duel? Lets have a duel!” Ashton challenging you and you said yes. “I’m with Calum and you’re with Mike. Mike would you come here for a sec?” Michael came and he looked so confused. “Mike, you will team up with miss cocky face, and i team up with Calum and we will battling in a writting song. Andrew will be the judge and Luke... also the judge. The song has to be genuine, original and never heard before.”

You chuckled. “So whats the price of the winner?” You asked him smugly. “What if the loser have to buy us coffee for a week, and the winner will feature the song on the album?”

“Fucking deal.” Michael yelled and high five you.

“Alright then, so i will go to this corner with Ash, and you two will go to that corner.” Calum and Ashton walked away from you two.

And then you and Michael went to the opposite corner. “Miss we can’t lose this game. I really love to compete with them.” “So what do you got? Because I’m suck at writting. And i will find the melody faster that anyone here.”

“So i have this lyric i made it last year when i was just broke up with someone and i never gave it to someone so i think maybe this is the right time to pull this shit out.” You explained. “So the first verse is ‘switching into airplane mode again, we’re not alright but I’ll pretend. I press my cheek against the glass, just be good till i get back.” Then Michael found the perfect melody for this song. “The ground disappears i hold the tears, i check my phone to see your face staring back as if to say...,” then you paused. “Do you have any idea? Cause I’m stuck at finding the right words.”

“Don’t worry... uh you won’t be lonely?” He gave you a very good line even thought he didn’t sure about it.

“Mike that’s so good so the bridge will be ‘don’t worry you won’t be lonely... Okay so the chorus will be like ‘why won’t you love me? Yeah why won’t you love me? Yeah.” You continued it.

“Wait wait wait, what if the chorus be like ‘whyyyyyyy won’t you love me in high pitched voice? Whyyyyyy won’t you love me.” He really snapped you.

Then you underline the sentence and give a note. “That is so sick! Oh my God! Okay so the chorus is whyyyyyyy won’t you love... whyyyyyy won’t you love me? You imagine when you close your eyes, you’re with me on the other side so whyyyyyyy won’t you love me.” Mike play the guitar riff alongside with you singing and itu turns out very good.

“I swear to God we will win this.” Mike high five you. “I can’t wait to see their faces when we sang this song.” Mike looked so happy that he about to outwin them.

“Who’s going to sing? Are you going to sing?” You asked him.

He shook his head. “Nah, you will sing it and i will backing on the bridge and the chorus, what do you think?” And you nodded.

“We’re done.” Ashton shouted proudly. Well honestly you didn’t know whats on Ash today. He challenged you out from nowhere just because i gave him a cocky face for being a cool songwriter. And you accept it because it was some kind of joke right? Seriously you couldn’t tell yourself if he’s mad or not. But one thing for sure you will win this game. Not trying to under estimate them. They’re very talented musicians they even wrote their songs by their own. But still they can’t beat you lyrically.

Luke and Andrew were ready to be judge. They sat in the middle of you and Ashton. “The challegers should be the one to start the game,” said Luke.

“Aight, our song is called Midnight, written by Ashton Irwin and Calum Hood.” Calum did an opening speech and Ashton began to sing and Calum start playing the guitar.

“Why you acting like a stranger

When we do this every night?

Can we get a little closer

Even though you're not that type?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You only ever wanna love me after midnight

I've never seen you in the daylight

'Cause you only ever wanna love me after midnight

But it's better than nothing.”

Luke, Andrew, Mike and You gave them an applause. “It gaves me chill.” Luke said it while laughing and you could tell he’s just joking.

“Okay now the opposite team, Miss B and Mikey.” Luke introduced your team.

You smiled first. “The song called Why Won’t You Love Me by me and Mike. Enjoy.” And then Mike start to play the guitar riff.

“Switching into airplane mode again

We're not alright but I'll pretend

I press my cheek against the glass

Just be good 'til I get back

The ground disappears

I hold back the tears

I check my phone to see your face

Staring back as if to say

Don't worry, you won't be lonely

Why won't you love me?

You imagine when you close your eyes

You're with me on the other side

So why won't you love me?”

“Team Mira (Michael Saara) woooooo,” Luke yelled as a sign that he choose us than Ashton’s team.

“I couldn’t lie Saara and Michael are the winner.” Andrew added.

Mike and you jumped and hugged. “We won!” Mike yelled to your ears. “Free coffee for a week. Woohoo!” We pulled the hug and we faced Ashton and Calum. “We cool huh?” Mike asked Ashton.

“We definitely put Why Won’t You Love Me song to our album.” Said Ashton and he hugged you. “No beef between us?” We both laughed.

And then i approach Calum. “Can we talk?” He nodded and we went to corner beside the door. “Uh I’ve been thinking and... i want to give you back what’s yours.” You took out your key apartment from your pocket and handed it to him.

“Your apartment key? Are you sure?” He looked so surprised and happy at the same time.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’m pretty sure i want you to have it again.” You used to gave him back in 2014 with an intention so that him or the boys could easily came in to your apartment without you open the door. But the JB thing happened and you took away the key from him.

“Oh and-“ You swear to God he was about to pulled something out from his jeans pocket but we got interrupted by Nia.

“Cal we should go now.” She said it to him and she realized you were standing there beside Calum. “Hey girl.” She hugged you. “We should go now, they waiting outside.” She looked at you who’s been confused with their conversation. “We are going to park to pet our dogs” “See you soon, Miss B.” She waved and leave the studio room.

You have been forgot to remember that Calum is still in contact with Nia. Your heart suddenly shattered again. You thought you could have something with Calum but turns out you can’t. He would choose her over you.

“I gotta go, you want to join us?” He asked you awkwardly.

“No, i have to go home actually, bye.” You waved at him and he’s gone behind the door.

You took your bag and your belongings and you ordered an Uber.

“C’mon lemme drive you home.” Ashton took away my phone before you press the order button.

To be continued

Next Part

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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Brother’sHelp

13 Reasons Why

Jeff Atkins x Jensen! female reader

Warning: cursing

Specifics: fluff, comedy, jensen reader, drabble/blurb

People: jeff atkins, clay jensen, jessica davis, alex standall

Words: 886

Requested: By anon Hi oreo!! I just saw your requests for 13 reasons being open and wondered if I could request one. The reader is Clay's (or Justin's) little sister and he helps Jeff Atkins to ask her out. I know Jeff died but I love him so much! Thank you :)

Authors Note: oh lord! i love jeff / brandon so much like yall have no idea. my bby died so bad and so soon like bby noooooo!!!! this was so precious and light hearted like this show is very dark and i made it rainbows. god jeff is so cute like whyyyyyy im legit crying rn cuz im also listening to lovely from billie and khalid. WHY???????

You and Clay helped pick up the dirty dishes and wash them after dinner. Clay dried them while you rinsed them.

“So,” Clay, your older very protective brother, leaned against the counter. “You are going to the dance right?”

Your e/c eyes went from Clay’s to the suds that rested on your skin. Smiling you handed him a huge plate. “Yeah. Why you ask?”

“No I was just wondering.”

“Uh oh Clay wondering? Thats never a good sign.”

“Shut up,” Clay playfully bumped into you. “You know, there are a lot of people going and there will be a lot of, um, guys so like I wanted to know...”

“Are you asking who I’m gonna go to the dance with?” You finished with the dishes, wiping your hands on the towel and placing them on your hip. “Cause if you are. I’m going with Jeff.”

“Jeff? As in Jeff Atkins? As in my best friend?”

“Unless there is another Jeff then yep thats the one.”

“But he’s like really buff,” Clay said.

“Clay...what the h*ll does that have to do with anything?”

Clay was trying to find ways for you not to want to go out with Jeff. Jeff was a kind soul but he sometimes was wild and Clay didn’t want his little sister getting hurt or have any issues. He wanted you to stay little forever. Now you were growing into a woman and it scared him. “Why don’t you go with your friends?”

“Like every year? I don’t think so. I see the way Jeff looks at me and I think he likes me and I like him. I like that he’s nice and kind and he sweet to my brother. When he talks to me he makes me feel smart and he respects me. We talk but I’m too scared to ask him to go and to go on a date. So it probably won’t even work.” You sat gloomly at the table, resting your head in your hands.

Clay saw how down you were and felt bad. Jeff was good and he needed to let you fly in order for you to grow into an adult. All that Clay wanted was for you to be happy, besides he was going with someone, you deserved it as well and he was going to try everything possible to make it happen.

It was lunchtime in Liberty High. Clay was nervous. You were his baby sister. He protected you all his life and made sure nothing ever happened to you. He saw Jeff sitting with his group of friends and thought about ratting out. But then he remembered your face and he became determined. Walking right up to Jeff he sat his lunch tray beside him. “Can I talk to you for a sec?...Alone.”

Jeff signaled to the guys to leave and pointed to the spot next to him. “Proceed. If this is about that girl you like, listen you just need to be courageous-”

“No its not. Its about something else,” Clay was blunt. Right to the point. “I have a favor to ask you and I’m not forcing you.”

Jeff smirked as he was a little weirded out by Clay. “Okay.”

You walked into the lunch room and saw your brother talking to Jeff. “What the f*ck?” You said aloud. Trying to be stealthy you ran behind the garbage can but what you didn’t notice was Jeff saw you.

“What are you doing y/n?” Jessica asked as she ate her lunch.

“Oh this is where I eat now. You didn’t know?”

“Behind the garbage?” Alex questioned, raising his brow.

“Yep! Its nice and cozy and-”

“Smelly,” Alex stated.

You rolled your eyes and waited for Jeff to leave or for something!

“Look y/n has, well I don’t really know how to say this, but y/n really likes you. Like a lot.”

Jeff smiled big and bright hearing this because in all honesty he felt the same way. “Oh really? Does she now?”

“Yes, very much and she was wondering if you would go to the dance with her?”

“Why didn’t y/n ask me herself?”

“My sister is very, very, very shy and she’s had this crush on you since like forever so she’s kept this hidden for a long time.”

Jeff laughed completely fell for you, “I was going to ask y/n myself if she wanted to go.”

“Really?” Clay was surprised that he thought of you. “Well alright that settles it. Are you gonna go with her?”

“Wait right here,” Jeff ran to the garbage can you were at and peered over. “Hi y/n.” He was smirking.

You looked up and almost dropped your food. “H-hi there Jeff! You loo-look great!” You were screaming everything. You didn’t know what your brother told him. “I’m going to go n-now!”

“Wait!” Jeff grabbed a hold of your waist and kissed you on the lips. You almost turned into goo right there. He had that affect on you. “Will you go to the dance with me?”

Your lips were parted as you blushed. Still wanting more. “Yes, I would love to. I was gonna ask you that.” You put two and two together and realized your brother helped with all of this. “Clay!”

“That’s called brotherly love sis. Brotherly love.” He ruffled your hair.

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eyeslikefoxglove · 5 years ago

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Episode 13 - Attack of the Murder Turtle & WangXian dance around their mutual crush

What is this? Three episodes in a day? I’d make a joke about the end of times but *waves hand at 2020*. In other news I washed my hair and it is tying to strangle me, because I have more hair than Medusa.

We open again with WWX offering to carry LWJ, and let me just mention how fucking soft, pained and defeated that “Boring” sounds, followed by WuJi and I’m tearing up.

I’m totally treating LWJ’s “Boring” as his version of “As you wish” and none of y’all can stop me. (Wow suddenly I need a Princess Bride wangxian fic because holy shit the amount of angst -with a happy ending- that could have)

PAPERMAN

WWX is such a good boy oh my god *sniffles*

Does WC thing WWX and WQ have a thing? Is that what that look means? Holy shit I’m cackling.

I’d love to introduce Wang LingJiao to my (deceased unfortunately) grandma, see how long she lasts before she gets la zapatilla to the face for being an asshole.

... the cave was on the other bank of the river. Oh my god these fucking idiots (the Wens I mean)

WWX just being done with LWJ’s refusal and grabbing his arm to help him walk. He learnt that bedside manner from JC.

WC: *starts talking*

Everyone: *eye roll*

Can we stop yeeting WWX off high places? Please?

Also, LWJ with his hurt leg was the first to get down that ravine and help his man off the ground. These two I swear.

And the Peacock is getting sassy, well done character development!

You can see when everybody just silently agrees to not even bother answering WC’s screams.

Listen listen, I don’t know if this is just A Thing me and my friends do, but the second the Idiot Couple singled MianMian out I would’ve been *Kill Bill sirens* and not taken my eyes off her. I mean, I know the Murder Turtle is kind of a big deal here, but my guys, they already want to hurt the girl, close ranks around her, don’t let them catch her alone. (Exactly like LWJ did, dude pretty much Apparated)

LWJ is one chill dude and I love how he knows he’s so above the guards’ level he threw his torch way before procuring a sword. Also, give my wife a sword, if she had one the iron poker thing would’ve gone waaaaaay differently.

WC: *exists*

WWX: I’m about to end this man’s whole career

(And this can also count as a very dark joke for future episodes too)

WZL can’t believe he has to protect this idiot.

Ok, but when WWX asked JC if it was an earthquake I was so expecting to get one of those scenes when two people start bantering with each other in a very inappropriate situation, like holding a dude at sword point. Oh well...

So the Murder Turtle is a T-Rex. Cool cool cool. And WWX is on top of it. I’d say something about his luck but he hasn’t got any.

THIS IS WHAT I MEANT BY CLOSING RANKS AROUND MIANMIAN. If you’re not going to give her a sword don’t leave her alone with a crazy lady who wants to hurt her unaccounted for.

Ok so WWX can’t console people to save his life but imma forgive him cause he’s a teenager in this and lord knows I wasn’t the most tactful teen.

LWJ has temporarily taken custody of the Braincell to give MianMian a moment.

You can see the moment JC’s expression shifts as he realises that yep, his brother is back on his crazy bullshit again, better strap in.

(But why you swimming with all those layers tho whyyyyyy)

Yunmeng bros to the rescue.

Holy shit, LWJ just threw WWX back with one hand, that’s some arm strength.

Ah yes, why not add Murder a Turtle bite on top of a broken leg.

JC screaming he’d come back for WWX, my heart.

WANGXIAN MURDER TURTLE CAVE SHENANIGANS AHOY YALL.

I’m sorry I can’t ship properly with the amount of pain LWJ seems to be in.

... nevermind, it’s the striptease scene I’m already cackling (my parents just asked me what I’m laughing at because they can hear me from downstairs)

LWJ’s whole ass repressed gay teen in panic mode expression is pure gold.

LWJ’s mind: THIN RED ROBE THIN RED ROBE THIN RED ROBE HOLY SHIT TROUSERS.

WWX: thanks give me hives/goosebumps/the creeps.

SAME BRO SAME.

SASSY LWJ STRIKES AGAIN. If he’d paired that “you’re welcome” with a tiny smirk (and if they hadn’t both been grievously injured) neither of those boys would’ve left that cave a virgin.

“You like MianMian”

This look on LWJ’s face is what convinced me that he keeps an inner running monologue that’s mostly swearing and ranting about how pretty WWX is. I so want to write a LWJ POV fic, maybe detailing some of WangXian’s most iconic scenes but 1)can’t write and 2) JC also swears like a sailor so I’d probably screw up their voices or something.

I wonder what would’ve happened if LWJ had told WWX he’s only into dudes? Probably nothing bc WWX is oblivious but...

I would say that, in this version (remember I firmly believe CQL’s WWX developed a monster crush for LWJ during the Library), WWX is rhapsodising about MianMian to try and see if LWJ gets ticked off, but he’s not that subtle, just a disaster bi.

Oops back to the sads. BLANKET AND KITTENS FOR LWJ.

Sweethearts, they’re in danger and in pain and sad and my heart can’t take it they need to be safe and happy and *throws blankets and kittens at them*

Thanks for reading!

#the untamed #cql #mdzs #mdzs live action #foxglove watches cql #foxglove watches the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #commentary #episode 13 #Foxglove has more hair than Medusa

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lilblog-asatreat · 4 years ago

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ADHD can be a blessing and a curse

I'm closing alone again tonight (I had to close alone last night too which was a nightmare even with someone from another department helping me for some of it) and I was able to hyperfocus on getting stuff done (+it was almost dead it was so slow today) so I got a lot more done than I normally would have in the same amount of time. Then I thought I wasn't going to need help after all because when I closed the deli, I had 4 whole hours to get everything done! And that's a long time! So I told the person who was going to help me that I probably wasn't going to need it.

Then after about an hour I realized I forgot exactly how long it takes me to do everything

(Thank God she was able to help me later anyway)

I was still on a roll, but then I had to stop because I had to go on lunch or else I would get in trouble for skipping it 🙄

So that's where I'm at now

I'm afraid of losing steam because I'm not going to be cleaning for at least the next 30 minutes, and like, I was perfectly happy just hyper focusing! I know I'm at least very hungry, but I barely feel it! And there's so much more stuff I need to do!

Whyyyyyy 😭

#actuallyadhd #adhd #personal

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rose-of-gabriel · 5 years ago

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Titans 2x01 Thoughtlings

- omg Jason being like “hey I’m a badass, I can kill you in five seconds, but also WHERE’S MY BIG BROTHER I WANNA HELP HIM” just added ten years to my life

- Jason picking up on the KoryxDonna vibes makes me feel sooooo validated

- I laughed when Kory burned Rachel alive. I’m sorry, it’s bad, I know, but like... the pacing of the scene, the music, and then just like “I’m sorry Rachel” POOF! It was hilarious

- *Gar getting the shit kicked out of him* LEAVE. MY. BABY. BOY. ALONE. Seriously, all I want out of Season 2 is for Gar to be safe and loved and happy. Is that too much to ask?

- *Trigon turns Rachel’s heart into a jewel* And that’s how she get’s her forehead thingy, sure whatever, I don’t - *squishes jewel into her head and it grows out of her skin* AHHHH NO THANK YOU, SIR

- Me, every ten seconds: Can someone PLEASE get Gar to a hospital?

- So Rachel got her heart ripped out and shoved through her head, and that was the confidence booster she needed to kill her dad and get a new haircut? Yeah, sure, fine. Whatever. I’m numb at this point.

- JasonxHank brotp. JasonxHank brotp. JASONxHANK BROTP!!!!!

- Me, sobbing in the corner: I love all this family bonding, I do, but Kory whyyyyyy??? You’re the only competent one among them! They’re doomed without you!

- When Slade came on screen, my friend murmured “Daddy” and we all lost our shit. she ain’t wrong

- Iain Glen as Bruce Wayne may be more acceptable to my brain if his American accent wasn’t the oddest thing I’ve ever heard.

- Wait, Dick’s just like “hey you weaponized me, but I realized it wasn’t your fault and I’m actually glad you did it” like what??? You can forgive your darkness or whatever without completely invalidating the trauma you experienced. Honey, therapy does wonders for some people. May I suggest...?

- I want Gar and Jason to become unstoppable forces of teenage destruction and Dick to become the most salty single father on the West Coast.

R.I.P Warren Appleby

#titans #titans 2018 #robin #beast boy #Jason todd #dick grayson #Rachel roth #raven #starfire #koriand'r #dc #titans thoughtlings

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malicerewatchesdoctorwho · 4 years ago

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The Evil of the Daleks - Episode Five (Old Version)

Written by – David Whitaker Director – Derek Martinus Producer – Innes Lloyd

Part 5

(“I am not a student of human nature. I am a professor of a far wider academy of which human nature is merely a part. All forms of life interest me.” – The Doctor to Terrall about his love of life and the universe.)

Likes

- I like that Victoria was hypnotised into being captured and wasn’t just taken screaming away. I also liked that when it was a good idea to scream, she tried to get help by doing so, even biting the hand over her mouth to do so. It was a bit late and she had already been taken from the room but she isn’t completely helpless, getting away from Terrall.

- That Kemel is treated like a human being that just happens to be missing the ability to speak. He’s known as a friend to both Jamie and Victoria who treat him like an adult. It’s only been Maxtible so far that treats him like an invalidated child for not being able to speak.

- Daleks playing games for fun is actually pretty fun for a cliffhanger, and adds an odd note to the end of the episode.

- I liked Maxtible a lot more in this episode. I liked the added hypnotism aspect to his character. Poor Molly gets what happened to her last episode forgotten.

- Ruth being there when Terrall’s mind control was broken and her fiancé came back to his senses. It must have been horrible for her to see him acting in such a bad and callous way, not only towards Molly, but Jamie too.

- The Doctor. Just...the Doctor. His love of life, his curiosity about the experiment and what would happen, his loyalty and love for Jamie.

Dislikes

- I don’t like that Kemel and Victoria ended up stuck in the cupboard and were never seen again by the end of the episode. What are they doing in there? How do they all fit in a cupboard unless it is bigger on the inside like the TARDIS?

- Fight scenes do not work. I wanted to see Jamie sword fighting Terrall.

Awesome

- Such a shame we can’t see this house clearly with the telesnaps, because it looks gorgeous in this episode.

- The music is still much love.

- Positronic brains for three lucky Daleks, which have good human emotions included. Nice. Wish we could see these props better.

Shitty

- Missing. Whyyyyyy?

- Bad recon, though this one was easier to follow than the last two episodes.

- What does the control box on Terrall’s collar look like? I don’t think I got a look at it at all.

In Conclusion

Things are really beginning to come together in this episode.

The experiment has started, with three Daleks now infused with human emotions. Victoria has a bit more to do, though ends the episode on a low note stuck in a cupboard. The Doctor working his experiment all night with no sleep and has a drink and is excited and happy. Terrall, Ruth and Molly are rescued and get the hell out. I’m actually glad that they survived and made their escape. Especially Molly. Also glad that Ruth is so good at taking charge for a non fighting character.

This episode was brilliant, and probably my favourite one in this story so far. None of it is boring, all of it held my attention. I didn’t even really care that it was a recon with bad quality, it was still watchable for the characters and their interactions alone. A great episode of Doctor Who, and a real shame this episode is missing.

#Classic Doctor Who #doctor who #the evil of the daleks #episode five #epic rewatch #Second Doctor #Jamie McCrimmon #Victoria Waterfield #daleks

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Did you ever give your thoughts on Gamer 2.0? If not, would you mind sharing?

I haven’t given my thoughts, no, and I wouldn’t mind sharing!

(Firstly, just throwing this out there: I have no comment on the fact that we’re clearly missing an episode, so “sad trombone akuma” being there doesn’t strike me in any particular way. I complain about the order that episodes are released in, but I don’t feel that an episode being aired “out-of-order” should count towards what I view as its quality.)

(Also going to ignore Marinette’s much more intense love of gaming because it makes more sense than what she had in “Gamer”. I don’t mind retcons if they’re doing so to make more sense.)

(…though I do wish this had been the episode where Sabine gets into gaming rather than her already liking it)

Anyway, Gamer 2.0 is certainly… something. It asks the question of “what if each villain-of-the-day could duke it out with each other?” It also shows us how Ladybug and Chat would use them if they could take control. Seeing these guys come back in an interesting way (even though some akuma have an inherent disadvantage due to the battlefield, which is admittedly kinda dumb) is very interesting (also adore some of the references there).

I also like the ending, where Marinette brings Max to her parents and they literally drag him away to go play video games together. Her parents getting all excited and the hilarity of Max just being helplessly dragged off was funny. Max also gives up his akumatized object willingly (after Ladybug nails yet another lucky charm), which was a good moment (Chris doesn’t even remotely count for me because they were threatening to destroy his robot).

…That said, I really don’t like the rest of this episode. Now, admittedly, part of it is me judging the episode for what it isn’t rather than what it is, but I’ll get there.

[Level 1 - Max Attack]

Alright, so… Max.

Like, look, I get it. Max is hurting because he put all this work into this game and no one has time to play it for him.

But at the same time, this is one of the weakest akumatizations I’ve ever seen, at least in terms of the set-up.

For example, characters like Kim didn’t establish that they’d be gone for a long time. All Kim said that he was going to the pool. His activity would take the rest of the day at worst.

It’s the same with Kitty Section, who are only planning to try on Marinette’s T-shirts (by the way, completely unrelated, but having that happen before this scene and giving them a different excuse would’ve been way better considering that Kitty Section could’ve suggested Marinette because they know she’s been stressed, but I digress).

If Max is so invested in this game, he can just do small touches while he waits for someone to be free, whether it’s Kim or Kitty Section. It’s one thing to be really excited about it, but it’s another thing (especially for Max) to not even consider asking people when they would be free, because then he could just excitedly work on his game while he waits for that person to be available.

Now, if people had to keep bailing on Max due to obligations, continuously saying that they’d do it but having to cancel due to getting wrapped up in other things, that’d be different. It would be a frustrating (however understandable) situation for Max, where he can’t exactly be angry at his friends, but he has a right to be disappointed.

I simply just don’t buy that he spent maybe an hour asking everyone and then got sad enough to be akumatized because they had prior arrangements they’d already agreed to. If asking people to play with him was just to playtest his game, then he can simply continue working on it while he waits.

Heck, if he made this whole game himself, why not talk to people about design choices instead, which takes up a lot less time? Surely he has beta designs or things he wasn’t sure about. I can’t imagine many of his friends minding if he just showed them some concepts and asked for their opinion, which would only take a few seconds. If he’s aiming to make his game the best it can be, then–

…I’m getting too deep into this.

*ahem* Point being, his game is likely not perfect yet and it would’ve been more believable for his disappointment to be built up more. It’s great that he was a good sport when Ladybug beat him fair and square, but when the episode prioritizes his problems over Marinette’s (which I’ll get to), I want to understand the feelings he has when he gets akumatized, and I don’t.

Even if one were to say that it was Chloe’s insult who caused it…

Max, think for half a second.

Chloe is a bully who lies just to rile people up, and if Max honestly believes that his friends are lying to him (which makes zero sense, since Marinette verified what Kitty Section Minus One™ told Max without him asking), then he needs to have a little more faith in himself and his relationships, because yikes.

[Level 2 - The Pavement of Predictability]

People who have been following me for a long time know how much it irritates me when an episode lays out its plot from the word “go”. I definitely filled my sarcasm quota for the day–for the week, really–as this episode hammered how stressed Marinette was and how much she had to resist gaming, followed by someone being akumatized with a gaming theme.

Like, gee, I wonder what will happen?

I wonder if Ladybug will try to go through this as quickly as possible.

I wonder if her usual gaming skill will vanish when she does so.

I wonder if none of this will be blamed on the fact that she’s likely lacking sleep (she fell asleep during her test even though she managed to fill it out), is stressed beyond belief, and needs a freaking hug.

I wonder if that schedule Adrien mentioned will go completely disregarded as Chat is unbothered skipping out his obligations because being a hero is “fun” for him, further making this all pointless considering that Adrien doesn’t care about his schedule and Marinette does because most of the things she’s doing are things for people she cares about.

I wonder if Chat will continue goofing off as he practically ignores the fact that Ladybug told him that she had things to do, only worsening Ladybug’s mood.

I wonder if Ladybug will be mocked viciously just because she’s in a hurry.

This entire akuma fight played out exactly how I thought it would, right down to Chat purposefully throwing himself off the edge to let Ladybug deal with the final battle alone. The only thing I was happy to be right about predicting was Ladybug’s win over Gamer 2.0, which was legitimately awesome of her as usual.

The problem with this whole fight (more the conversations during the fights, really) is that it’s standard. It’s too easy to see where it’s going, and where it’s going isn’t pleasant.

Marinette wanted to play with Max. She didn’t maliciously deny him or try to lie her way out of it. She just had too many things to do.

And for that, she’s punished by being forced to play a long, drawn-out game with him.

She didn’t do anything to deserve this happening to her, but the narrative is clearly setting this up for comedy because anger is often seen as more funny than sadness and Ladybug is mostly frustrated and nothing else.

But, in this situation, I don’t think that either would be funny, and Gamer 2.0 being a smug akuma who makes fun of Ladybug when she loses just pours salt in a wound that he caused.

Even if the mocking is a punishment for how Ladybug is unable to handle the situation well, it doesn’t work because I can see how she’s not taking it well. She is fourteen years old and has the burden of a miraculous placed upon her without her asking for it. She struggles to say “no”, she still has to go to school and do well, and she has friends and celebrities who unintentionally request things for her at the same time.

And it’s not like this whole “punishment” thing hasn’t happened before. There have been episodes like “Antibug” where Marinette has to learn a “”””lesson“””” because she snapped at Chloe for interfering with her job, and now it’s just the same thing but Marinette how dare you be busy alongside everyone else and how dare you not ignore your obligations to have fun instead.

It’s cruel, plain and simple. It’s the “working-on-actually-important-things” Ladybug versus the person who got akumatized because everyone had too many obligations one day to playtest his game.

Just… whyyyyyy.

[Level 3 - Chat Cove]

We’re gonna have to have another “look, I get it” moment here because… look, I get it, Chat’s character is there to be the goofball while Ladybug is a lot more serious.

But Chat here absolutely cannot catch onto Ladybug’s mood, and the only reason he’s helpful at all is because he likes gaming.

Let’s look at the facts, scene by scene.

Firstly, the one thing I did like, which was him being concerned about Gamer 2.0 laying a trap out for them when Ladybug was clearly stressed and perhaps not thinking straight. Good moment, bravo, and all that, because Chat should be ready to have a little restraint to cover for Ladybug when she doesn’t.

…But then all of that is immediately thrown out the window by the time they step into the game itself.

Here’s what happens: Ladybug picks the Mime for one of her fights. While she’s busy, Chat makes a teasing (or perhaps semi-serious) comment to her, which Ladybug replies to and thus loses what she’d been miming.

Chat then feels the need to tell her that she loses what she mimes if she talks.

…Well then maybe you shouldn’t have said anything that warranted a reply, Chat.

Chat also is aware that Ladybug is stressed (she basically said it to his face), yet when it’s his turn to play the game, he waffles around as he tries to decide on which character to use, cracking jokes about using Copycat but it being “too easy if it’s basically himself” until Ladybug gets irritated by this. He then picks Mr. Pigeon and continues goofing off.

Am I meant to be annoyed that Ladybug snapped at him? Because I’m not. I don’t mind if he’s still his jokester self but he shouldn’t be wasting time when Ladybug stressed how many things she has to do. What he did as Mr. Pigeon was legitimately funny, but the fact that he seems to almost intentionally waste time despite what Ladybug said makes it frustrating.

Theeeen we get to Gamer 2.0’s comment on Ladybug’s rushing and Chat trying to teach Ladybug a lesson.

First, Gamer 2.0, because the problem is not that Ladybug is trying to rush. I mean, speedrunning is a thing that exists. The problem is that she’s not thinking due to intense stress and an increasing lack of interest.

(Not only that, but why is Gamer 2.0 smug and not sad/annoyed by this? That would be actually INTERESTING if he was trying to make the game as fun as possible and was disappointed that Ladybug was just irritated by it. This is supposed to be HIS game, so how can he be satisfied with someone not enjoying it(he’s even glad later that she’s enjoying herself, but he’d been enjoying her frustration, so…???)? And regardless, no self-respecting gamer would get smug at winning because their opponent wasn’t trying or wasn’t into it.)

Second, Chat, and this bizarre lesson of “it’s not about not knowing how to play, it’s because you’re not having fun!”

Like, okay, it’s great that he asked her if she was alright instead of being upset that she lost multiple times, but to then turn around and give her non-advice?

Yeah, no. Just no.

Firstly, knowing how to play IS actually important (can’t believe I have to say this) and whether someone’s having fun or not doesn’t matter.

On the contrary, some people have fun regardless of if they win or not. Some people may not even try to win and just do whatever they want. If two people have the same amount of skill but one of them has more fun, then yes, theoretically the fun person could win, but they could just as easily lose if they’re not focused enough due to having too much fun.

The advice should not be to “have fun;” it should be to remain calm and focus on a plan, because that’s what Ladybug does best at.

Chat is applying his own logic to Ladybug, which only works because plot. Chat and Ladybug have two completely different styles and Chat is only thinking of himself and what he does. It’s as if Chat doesn’t even understand Ladybug or how she works.

Heck, this episode could’ve even been a compromise! Maybe Ladybug is too stressed and Chat goofs off too much, so they’d have to find a happy middle-ground where they’re focused but still having enough fun to not be stressed.

The only reason Chat is on any sort of high-ground here is because this is a game. I mean, we all remember “Stormy Weather” where he was so nonchalant with the akuma that he got flung fifty feet in the air and slammed his face into a car, right? His tendency to have fun and goof off is just convenient here and only here.

Anyway though, back to the actual episode, Chat then feels the need to sacrifice himself so that Ladybug can fight Gamer 2.0 which, coming right after Chat’s so-called “lesson,” just makes me think that he has no communication skills whatsoever (not that it doesn’t make sense, but the show shouldn’t present him as doing the right thing).

The fact that only one of them can face Gamer 2.0 isn’t the problem, because that’s logical given that Gamer’s failure the first time around was due to him going up against two people (since Chat manned the controls while Ladybug dealt with the real Gamer inside the robot).

The problem isn’t even the fact that Chat has sacrificed himself before. I mean, yes, not all of those sacrifices were necessary, and yes, it puts undue pressure on Ladybug every single time. That’s a reasonable frustration and I will never deny that.

The problem then is that Chat failed to convey his sacrifice to Ladybug. They have all the time in the world to talk and Chat is hardly there for a few seconds before just being like “lol bye i trust you.”

This is what I mean when I talk about Chat’s communication problems. I have no issue with him throwing himself off the edge, but only if he and Ladybug had agreed on it.

Ladybug is the planner. She usually gets the akuma. It makes perfect sense why she’d be the one to face Gamer 2.0.

But why did Chat have to be so dramatic about it? Ladybug felt horrified and pressured at his sacrifice because he decided to do it without her consent. All it would’ve taken is a “let’s be real here, you’re the most qualified to do this and neither of us want to fight each other, so is it okay if I just knock myself out of the ring so you can do that, or do you have a reason why I’d be better at fighting this time?” and that would be it.

It’s just an unnecessary way to create drama/tension while needlessly making Chat look bad.

And then, as if that wasn’t enough, the narrative has Gamer 2.0 mock Ladybug over Chat’s sacrifice because she was the one who said she wanted to get the game over quickly.

Seriously? She’d been having fun for the last few rounds and the narrative still wants to get on her case for having obligations that she wanted to take care of? She gets told a phony lesson, manages to work with it, and then still has to be criticized for something that isn’t even a factor anymore.

(Also, I simply do not believe that the Gamer 2.0 who mocked Ladybug relentlessly and was unbearably smug during this whole thing would be so respectful and nice after Ladybug beat him.)

There’s also Chat’s line after Ladybug asks him how he manages to have fun between his superhero and civilian life, which he again brushes off in a very Chat-way.

It’s yet another situation where Chat doesn’t know Ladybug enough to give her advice. Chat simplifies his answer to “I have fun when I’m being a superhero” yet fails to mention that he has fun because his life is boring (due to his schedule) and he enjoys the freedom that being Chat Noir gives him.

Also, it’s a non-answer considering that Ladybug had also asked more specifically if he’s afraid that he’ll have to give everything up to be a superhero someday. Chat clearly isn’t thinking as seriously about his answer as she wanted and their situations aren’t comparable.

Adrien’s obligations are things that often annoy him since they disrupt his plans with others, so I can see why his immediate reaction would be “oh, you mean getting away from my father, never having to do photoshoots again, and being able to spend all my time with you? Heck yeah, sign me up, I’ll sacrifice all of that!” (I know that sounds bad considering he’d be giving up his friends too, but I’m willing to give him the benefit of a doubt and say that he’s only thinking about his obligations and trying to say something flirty to Ladybug at the same time).

But Marinette’s obligations are typically things that she wanted to do.

She wanted to make Kitty Section T-shirts.

She wanted to make Jagged Stone a poster.

And she also wanted to have time to play a game with her father.

Chat’s answer doesn’t apply to her, because Marinette’s happiness doesn’t come from being Ladybug. The show tries to present Chat’s line as something romantic, but ignores the fact that it doesn’t help her.

And, y’know, the fact that Chat “enjoying his time with Ladybug” often involves him throwing himself into danger and falling under an akuma’s influence, further stressing exactly why Ladybug can’t find enjoyment in fights at times.

Just… what did Ladybug do to you, show? Did she spill hot coffee on the lap of one of your writers or what?

Geez.

[Level 4 - I’m Already Sick of Making Level Names And This Episode Doesn’t Understand Focus So Why Should I Bother?]

Okay, so here’s where I talk more about what the episode isn’t, and it all comes back to how the show is portraying Marinette’s struggle and how the characters around her react.

Marinette has a “thousand” things to do. Her week is chock full of stuff and she’s miserable over it. Tikki is helping however she can (kinda), which is something, but what does Tom do?

He gives Marinette non-advice. Like, I legitimately don’t know if this man understands his daughter whatsoever.

It is far too late to talk to Marinette about having “too many cakes in the oven,” and even if it wasn’t, has Tom honestly forgotten the thing that we learned in the first episode ever?

Marinette struggles to say “no.” It’s a character flaw of hers. Whether she knew she had “too many cakes” is pointless because what likely happened is that Marinette knew that she was overloaded and could not control herself when she agreed to “more cakes.”

Tom and Sabine are utterly useless when it comes to Marinette’s conflict. Yet again, they babble about things that aren’t even remotely going to help their daughter (with Sabine focusing more on making Tom feel better than thinking how they can help Marinette). They have no idea of the struggle she’s going through, nor do they try to understand.

They just bury themselves in video games while Marinette suffers. Tom saying something to her is a step up from “Weredad,” but it’s a similar situation to that episode when Tom and Sabine talk to each other about it and then proceed to not do anything.

I’m not asking Tom and Sabine to completely solve Marinette’s problems. Obviously, that’s impossible. A lot of what Marinette needs to do can’t be done by another person.

But, they don’t know that Tikki exists. They could’ve offered to help her with her history. They could’ve offered her advice on how they remembered things when they used to be in school (which doesn’t solve everything but that’s kind of the point when they appear so early in the episode; they also could’ve been busy in the bakery at the start and then gave Marinette better advice later instead).

But they don’t, and that shows a huge problem in the episode. The moral of this episode is garbage because it’s not offering Marinette any actual solutions to her problems.

Some activities are just not fun. That’s an inevitability. “Making things fun” is a worthless, meaningless concept that waffles around the issue and ignores the fact that “having fun” could very well mean that Marinette could slip up by not focusing enough or being too relaxed in the situation of needing to get a lot of things done at once.

And, yet again, the show says that Marinette has a problem without actually giving her a solution.

Where are the people trying to give her strategies for time crunches? Where in this episode do people actually offer help concerning Marinette’s issue of being unable to say “no”? Where is the person who swoops in at the end to at least give actual advice on the issue (which I honestly thought they were going to do with Luka when I first saw that he was strangely absent from Kitty Section; it had nothing to do with me wanting Lukanette, I just thought there was a reason for him not being there)?

Heck, Max is even in the episode and is the focus in terms of getting akumatized and getting his freaking problems actually resolved in the end. With how smart he supposedly is, why not have Max care about Marinette’s problems and offer solutions based on facts and logic instead of something that Chat “feels” is correct?

Maybe he knows the exact time to take breaks and how long to take them so to both avoid burn-out and also refresh Marinette enough for her to remain at her best working speed? Maybe he could’ve even suggested a schedule that would show her how long each activity would realistically take given her usual speed, and how much she would have to work/relax based on that?

Like, just saying, I would hope that the students would want to help their “everyday Ladybug” (I know that phrase is meaningless now, but roll with me here) in any way they can.

Tom sings when he makes bread. He could suggest that Marinette sing/hum while doing her projects to help her relax.

Kitty Section (again, minus Luka for some reason) could all be productive based on music (Rose is even wearing headphones in “Reverser” while she’s in the art club), so each of them would offer Marinette the type of music they use to help them keep calm while still working hard.

Just something. Even on Marinette’s issue of saying “no,” maybe Sabine could suggest that Marinette use a handheld schedule to show all her activities and, when someone asks Marinette to do something, Marinette would check her schedule and “inadvertently” show it to them so they’d be able to see how busy she is. It won’t stop everyone from insisting that she still do it, but it would at least make some people be like “no, it’s okay, I see you’re busy” or “I can wait” while Marinette works on being able to say “no” right to their face (so it’s at least a minor solution to her problem while she works on the major solution).

But no. Marinette helps with someone else’s problems while her issues are brushed aside.

Again.

By the end of the episode, her issue is brushed away with “Well, surely her obligations can wait a while! She can go play with Max, it’s fiiiine! It’s not as if she said that she was overloaded and that breaks were absolutely not an option or anything! Surely, this was just a scenario where Marinette overreacted and it’s all her fault for freaking out so much instead of taking a break!”

This episode isn’t about helping Marinette. It’s about watching Marinette be miserable for minutes on end with no one able to actually help her. For a show that’s supposed to teach lessons, it’s woefully pathetic about it, preferring to make up solutions that don’t actually help anyone.

Just… ugh. I’d rather watch the original “Gamer”, and that’s saying something because I don’t like that episode either. Seeing the akuma fight was cool but it’s just not worth it.

#((I'm a little snarky/sarcastic this time around lol))#category: critique #category: long post #word count: over 4000 #episode: Gamer 2.0 #other: ask and answer

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