#messy again but whos really surprised atp

[chirpzos]

'do you feel that there's a part of you that's missing ?'

[thecountesstribe]

House of the Dragon 2x3 episode reaction. I have alot of thoughts, bare with me.

The episode was eh but that's mostly just because it's the calm before the proverbial shitstorm.

BAELA “I COULD SMELL BITCH FROM A MILE AWAY AND IT'S ON SIGHT” TARGARYEN, HOW I LOVE YOU!! MOONDANCER IS BEAUTIFUL! MY BRAVE GIRL DID HER THING. IKTR POOKIE!! HER SASSING RHAENYRA, 10S across the board. I know Rhaenyra is tired 😩

I'll always feel for Rhaena, she finally was able to speak although, I wanted more dialogue from her, it's fuckin owed atp HBO, but you could feel her resentment, her anger and her frustration during her scenes. I feel so bad for her cause the only people that are really looking out for her are Rhaenys and Baela. Daemon don't give af, Rhaenyra is trying to find a balance between being a mother and queen but you could see that there is a distance between her and Rhaena even though she lived with them instead of on Driftmark with Rhaenys. When Rhaena first accepted the “mission” and walked off you could tell Rhaenyra wanted to tell her something but it looks like she doesn't know how to talk to her, which is fuckin sad. So those headcanons of her probably only having her brothers to talk to and Luke by extension makes her situation even worse. The glass child fr. So she's most definitely claiming a dragon this season and honestly good on her. Although if they do write Nettles out I'm gonna be pissed. That scene with Baela and her warmed my heart though. Another thing Rhaenyra totally brushing her feelings aside and being like my sons, my sons, my sons is totally not helping her character either. I'm honestly mad they fumbled the majority of the team black relationship dynamics. Rhaena going to ward is literally foreshadowing her future in the dance so I'm not mad at her, she did become everything Rhaenyra wanted her to be, was literally the last of the Targaryen's future and history before Dany came along. I know one thing though they better give her Morning idgaf what they gotta do. That is one important part of the plot I won't forgive if they rewrite it.

Honestly I don't give a damn who gets pissed but fuck Corlys. I said what I said and I'm not taking it back. I don't ever want to hear another “Rhaenyra and her bastard boys usurped Rhaena and Baela”, Corlys is just as misogynistic as the rest of the men in the realm. In the books the succession of the Driftmark throne was up in the air but they rewrited it in the show and yes Baela and Rhaena didn't have a claim to it cause Laenor was Corlys firstborn in the show and he did legitimize his boys but he had an opportunity to make Rhaena Lady of the Tides, she would've been either way had she married Luke as intended but he didn't and you wanna know why? Take a guess, exactly. It goes without saying. I understand him not naming Joff, he's heir to the throne in case anything happens to Jace but he could've named Rhaena and he didn't. So fuck him. Also foreshadowing for the end of the dance.

I wish y'all could've heard the long drawn out exhale that I let out knowing we gotta be see Larys Clubfoot ( the old man was so real for that name 🤣🤣😭😭🤣) more on my television screen. So Crispin, Clubfoot and Gwayne and Aegon, I can't win. Battle of the incels and they're failing upward while we lose 💔. I'm sick. The only thing I like about Gwayne is him irritating crybaby Cole and immediately clocking that there's something going on with him and Alicent. He's messy, I could appreciate that.

Young Rhaenyra was a nice little surprise even though the context for the scene was dark. Daemon getting his death notice in Harrenhal (also foreshadowing) and his dream sequence was peak if you ask me.

I need Rhaenys to never ever in her life speak on Luke's name again. I understand what she was trying to say but even having the audacity to insinuate that it's Luke's fault the war even started cause he took Aemond's eye (he was literally trying to protect his brother and her granddaughters) and that Otto and Weak King Vizzy T council wasn't planning to usurp and kill Rhaenyra from the start is blasphemy to the highest degree. Her clocking Rhaenyra's council was good though. The men in this show are just so ughhhhh. Why did they give Rhaena and Rhaenys an off screen goodbye when she was one of the most important people in her life and especially since she's gonna y'know...

Helaena telling Alicent she forgives her is so gonna hurt when we remember in future episodes. This is gonna greatly contribute to Alicent's suffering especially when Helaena goes off the deep end. She's going to realize she had a hand in destroying one of the purest and greatest things in her life and we the viewers are gonna be hurt.

Didn't expect to get a full blown view of Aemond hanging out but okay I guess. There he goes again not addressing his problems (his bum ass older brother, his nuisance, his bane of his existence) and going to take it out in somebody else though 🥱.

Sept Rhaenyra had the same energy as Arryk pretending to be Erryk and you can't convince me otherwise. I know they were gonna do a reunion between the two but Rhae still trying to be a pacifist and not knocking Alicent's head about even a little bit was stupid to me. She literally tormented her and her children for years! What more was there to say? Get in the field Rhaenyra!! Do you guys really think Alicent didn't know Viserys wasn't talking about her son Aegon? Let's all bffr for a second. She knew and they wanna chalk up the entire dance to it being a mistake is rather irritating. Alicent being prideful and can't admit to her wrongdoings even after the fact that Rhaenyra told her the prophecy is not in the least bit surprising. It just cheapens the outlook on the whole “Dance of the dragons” honestly.

I hate the fact that the writers spun the show into an Alicent vs Rhaenyra situation when the whole gist of season 1 and the books was Rhaenyra vs Misogyny. Women not being allowed to rule because they're women y'know.

In terms of screen writing HOTD IS WEAK and I'm blaming the writers for not reading the source material before putting pen to paper. Don't get me wrong I'm not saying they can't rewrite certain stuff, it's a given with the limited amount of episodes per season, sometimes you do need new plots to shock the viewers and you can't really get into everything but at certain points it's downright ridiculous. Spinning the conflict into a misunderstanding is stupid and I stand by that.

[shalomniscient]

haha thank u for ur thoughts on kjsr ask! there's like no fics or in game content for her so i have been starving sm. i love her so much, wish more people got into her character. being a picky reader AND a kjsr fan is torture, since it's hard (for me personally) to find fics that fit the way i have analyzed her. they always write her off as cold when i feel like she justs awkward cause of her lack in experience in socializing.

for college au, your analysis was on spot. thats like how i exactly imagined a college student kjsr to act. i wonder how she'd handle having a complete opposite of her as an s/o? like she's always organized, she probably has the habit of keeping her stuff in their usual positions as she sits by her chair for lectures. being raised by a military family and even attending a military school, would def make her unable to do things out of order. so having an s/o whose actions are always spontaneous and last minute would def place her in an uncomfortable spot. since imo i think of her as someone who hates unusual things, she wants everything in order. so if she met R whose constantly changing things and is the complete opposite of order, i wonder how would she even warm up to that person.

she def be irritated at first meeting with them, and maybe even R would also be annoyed with how she has a stick up her ass 😭

their slowburn would be so slow, ough i love ksr, she makes me ill ❤️

having an extremely disorganized partner would be roughhhhh for her i won’t lie. sara is about efficiency and quality—she’d absolutely loathe pushing things to deadlines and last minute work. and having a messy workspace… it’d give her a headache. also she’s definitely a clutter hater. everything in her room and on her desk has a practical purpose. if it doesn’t, it goes in the trash. as for spontaneity, i think sara would be able to adapt, but i think she would be really uncomfortable as you said. if it’s for the sake of like a project she would bite back her discomfort and press on, but if it’s like a casual thing i think she may just straight up decline. she acts this way because i believe she likes feeling prepared for things and knowing what she’s getting into. this doesn’t mean she’s against learning something completely new, but she just wants to know what she’s getting into yk? she’s very analytical. she likes plans and stuff because it gives her structure and purpose, which is very important to her because outside of that she doesn’t know what to do. she is so far behind in self-development that she clings to outside sources of structure (in canon, this is religion and the military).

so all that being said, having an s/o who abhors structure is going to be incredibly difficult for her. again, she’d be fine with trying new things, as long as her s/o tells her maybe a day in advance saying something like “hey, tomorrow we’ll do a surprise activity. bring x/wear x”. she still doesn’t know exactly what’s going to happen, but she knows there’s going to be a surprise, and she can physically and mentally prepare for it and that’s fine for her. if it’s true, pure, spontaneity she’d very much be thrown off her rhythm. it’s possible she’d even be a little irritated, since she could also have other things planned. all this being said, if there’s an emergency, she won’t crack under that pressure either. if anything, she works better, immediately forming a response plan in her head. am i making sense? i’m just rambling atp lmao i’m so sorry anon. tldr; my personal opinion is that sara would be very poorly compatible with a spontaneous person. she may not be able to even start being their friend to eventually become a romantic partner. ofc, this is my own take, so if u see that this can work, then indulge in it !!

[offbrand-turntech]

Yandere!Hank j. Wimbleton x ATP Engineer!Reader: Oh god it’s done!

I’ve finally finished, this will probably be the last one unlit get REALLY inspired to make another part.

(Cw: Blood, negative thoughts briefly, it’s a yanderexreader fic what did you expect?)

- [ ] I guess the fact that I’m not dead, makes me rare.

- [ ] I’m just one-in-a-million, Easily expendable, but it feels odd to be considered “unique”

- [ ] It’s been a few days since Hank brought me here, to what I assume is his room. I don’t remember much past him stuffing me into the locker…

- [ ] I lift myself up from the bed, sitting with the sheets still covering my legs.

- [ ] the smell of blood and sweat permeates through the air, it’s so dense in this room…

- [ ] Looking over to the small bedside table, one of the corners broken off, probably from repeated blunt force, you see your mask, the thing that kept your face protected from the outside world

- [ ] The option to keep yourself anonymous and apart of the crowd.

- [ ] To the A.A.H.W, you’ve effectively dissented, even though you did nothing wrong.

- [ ] Your crowd, the others that are exactly like you, only personalities differing ever so slightly based upon the seconds separating your birth from theirs

- [ ] They were all gone now, having probably forgotten your face,

- [ ] Even now, all alone, far away from the agency that Hank said “kept you hidden” from him,

- [ ] You feel ostracized.

- [ ] He was on a mission today, as he was yesterday, probably spreading carnage to those who look so similar to you

- [ ] …

- [ ] Meaningless thoughts interrupted by a curt knock on the door.

- [ ] The door retreats to let the other in, revealing a messy Mohawk and tired eyes behind a scratched mask

- [ ] Pressing shoulders back, a stance you would take during roll-call, 2bDamned speaks

- [ ] “I read your files, 1233. You seems to be a reliable ATP engineer, but you never worked with technology that closely did you?”

- [ ] You shake your head no.

- [ ] “Says here your job was to transport equipment in between bases, you drove the trucks, is that correct?”

- [ ] You nodded yes

- [ ] “Well, Hank doesn’t want you leaving this room, in my opinion it would be a shame to put an extra set of hand to waste”

- [ ] Tilting your head, you feign not knowing what he meant.

- [ ] “I have prepared a short list for you, it’s just of a few chores to get you started.”

- [ ] Tossing the blankets off of your legs, you accept the paper from Doc, and to your surprise the list was only 5 tasks long

- [ ] He leaves the room, and you follow him out, “you should probably leave your jacket in the room, it’ll get hot”

- [ ] Backtracking, you toss the leather jacket on the bed, airing out the black shirt you wore underneath

- [ ] Doc leaves you again

- [ ] Getting to work, you feel like your back at home

- [ ] Reminiscing as you sweep the floors, broom bristles getting stuck together on the small droplets of blood scattered around the floor

- [ ] Brushing the tracked-in sand into the dustpan, you leave to regrettably get the mop from the back room

- [ ] As you come back to the main entrance, your grab a bucket, and fill it half way with water

- [ ] You look out the glass window of the entrance way, a locked sliding door made of glass lie dormant

- [ ] It’s been a few days since you’ve seen outside, light grey sandstone and red sky seem nostalgic

- [ ] Refocusing on the task at hand, you scrub the dried blood off the floors with the yarn of the mop

- [ ] …

- [ ] “I kinda wish I had my music with me,,”

- [ ] Collapsing into the back of Sanford’s truck, Hank let the adrenaline of the day flow out of him.

- [ ] Allowing other things to enter his mind…

- [ ] Most notably, the little engineer that rests in his room now

- [ ] He couldn’t wait to get him to see you,

- [ ] But he had to as the ride as about an hour,

- [ ] Deimos got into the passenger side, while Sanford assumed the driver’s seat

- [ ] Taking off, Hank was left in the back seat alone, that doesn’t really bother him but what bothers him is the conversation that Sanford and Deimos engaged in

- [ ] “What do you think We’re gonna do with the engineer” Sanford queried to Deimos

- [ ] “No idea, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Doc already got em’ cleaning”

- [ ] The conversation continued but Hank was mildly annoyed, he had told Doc he didn’t want his engineer to do anything

- [ ] He didn’t want them to socialize with the others, he didn’t want them to get any ideas…

- [ ] As far as they know, the engineer was just another dissenter who wanted out,

- [ ] As far a Doc knew, Hank barely met this new engineer

- [ ] Completely done with the cleaning, having put away the broom, mop, and bucket, you lay on the couch now, admiring your work

- [ ] After a few minutes, Doc enters the room, a coffee cup in one hand and a water bottle in the other,

- [ ] He tosses the bottle to you, instinctively you catch it, twisting it open to indulge in its contents

- [ ] Doc gently praises you for your work, with a simple pat on the head ruffling your hair and knocking your mask out of place

- [ ] Adjusting, he praised you again but this time punctuating his congratulations with a “alright, go back to Hank’s room”

- [ ] Unknown dread, weaves into your expression, hidden by the mask.

- [ ] You didn’t want to go back, the mark of the grunt. Always be useful till’ the day you die. If feels horrible to sit around and look pretty

- [ ] But orders are orders, even if they are not from the higher ups and are from someone’s who’s medical license was revoked a long time ago…

- [ ] Sanford sets the truck to park as the garage’s shudder-door is pulled close with a rumble

- [ ] Deimos ties a chain through the loophole as a method to lock the garage door

- [ ] Hank exits the truck, slamming the door shut. At this point Sanford didn’t bother to complain.

- [ ] Hands twitching, Hank stalked through the garage to the door connecting the main building.

- [ ] To the right, a sliding door made of glass lies dormant, to the right the hall that leads to the living room

- [ ] Stalking through the halls, lights dim and flicker as he passes

- [ ] Closing in on a door, dried blood marked the wooden door in a “H” formation. Representative of the one who resides in the room.

- [ ] Gently fiddling with the doorknob, Hank cracks open the room the door complaining all the way.

- [ ] The room that belongs to Hank, now co-inhabited by a engineer, is dark.

- [ ] Blackout curtains work together with the ceiling light that had burnt out a long time ago, creating a dank but comforting atmosphere to Hank.

- [ ] Fingers twitch, neck bones pop as Hank cranes his head further into the room.

- [ ] Spotting a lump under the sheets of his bed, a person lies beneath, Hank’s favorite person

- [ ] They sleep peacefully under two layers of blanket, His blanket and their fire blanket.

- [ ] Hank finds the sight adorable, not wanting to interrupt but wanting to cuddle,

- [ ] The intrusive thoughts win as he plops into bed alongside you.

- [ ] A mumble of complaint murmured from the engineer, as Hank moved them to the little spoon position

- [ ] The continued to sleep, resting their head on his chest, his heart beating a gentle tempo lulling them further to sleep

- [ ] Hank, after getting over the fact that you (for once) wish to cuddle with him. Also embraces the tight squeeze of sleep, accompanied by a warmth on his side

- [ ] ..

- [ ] A few hours have passed, the sounds of cicadas creating a symphony of love songs outside grow ever louder.

- [ ] Both residents of the room lie awake, unaware of the awakeness of the other

- [ ] The engineer is paralyzed in fear, thoughts of “what will he do with me?” “What does he want?” “Will he kill me?” Race and bounces through their head

- [ ] While more comforting thoughts of “comfy” “wanna stay here forever” “bite them”- huh?

- [ ] Bite?

- [ ] Mmmh bite…

- [ ] No, no that would hurt em’

- [ ] Hurt them?

- [ ] I want that

- [ ] From the spooning position, Hank propped himself up on his elbow

- [ ] He saw your eyes were open

- [ ] A rookie mistake…

- [ ] Hands reach to tug on the edge of your mask,

- [ ] You scream, and try and push his hands away from your face

- [ ] All this does is remove your mask faster, a cold and wet breeze hit the skin of your cheeks

- [ ] Your face turns red, he thinks it’s of embarrassment,

- [ ] It’s not… rather that of fear

- [ ] You sit up and scoot yourself to the edge opposite side of the bed, pressing yourself against the wall, covering your face

- [ ] A misinterpreted tug from Hank makes you scream again, he pulls on your legs bringing you down to him again

- [ ] Laying on you back legs hanging off the bed, Him in between

- [ ] You can’t tell what he’s thinking, let alone what he’s even looking at

- [ ] all he wants to do is to take a scalpel and peel apart the layers of your form. Epidermis, dermis, fat cells, blood vessels, muscle layer and then reserve fat.

- [ ] he wish you were like him, in the fact that god refused to let him die, callously bringing him back every single time.

- [ ] So he could kill you as many times as he wanted, to have his cake and eat it

- [ ] He did want you alive though. The noises and movement he wanted didn’t come from corpses.

- [ ] He gives in to the intrusive thoughts, and bites. Hook, line and sinker.

- [ ] Collecting the fat of your stomach with his hands, he bites down hard

- [ ] Pleasure blooms, he can barely contain the drool coming from his metal jaw as he watches you squirm and whimper under his grasp.

- [ ] Squeals of fear and anguish encouraged him to press further…

- [ ] Your smaller hands clawed at his forearm and he squeezed on your rib cage. Fulfilling his wants of your screams

- [ ] A scream breaks through your throat as he squeezes harder, you feel your ribs bend inward.

- [ ] He sits back up a lifts up your black shirt.

- [ ] You try and kick him away but he’s too strong, or he just doesn’t care.

- [ ] He takes his time pulling it up, exposing the expanse of your stomach. Bringing himself down, smelling the flesh of the only person who’s brought heat rushing to his cheeks.

- [ ] Pleasure blooms, he can barely contain the drool coming from his metal jaw as he watches you squirm and whimper under his grasp.

- [ ] Bolts connecting bone and metal lie whining. A screech rips through the air as he collects the fat of your stomach and clamps down.

- [ ] Salvia and de-oxygenated blood pours out. Adrenaline rushes too, giving you the strength to push Hank off.

- [ ] Heels of the hand press into his forehead as his teeth pierced further, being stretched by the push. He reluctantly released the fat.

- [ ] You look down in a haze at your body. Yellow smeared, a top row of blunt bruises and a bottom one of leaking gold.

- [ ] You’ve seen gallons of blood spill in your days, but the sight of your own made you light headed.

- [ ] You press your hands into your stomach to stop the bleeding

- [ ] Laying his head on your thigh, he draws illegible patterns with your blood on your skin.

- [ ] Bright yellow starts to dry to a mustard.

- [ ] Hank rises from the bed, producing a roll of gauze from… somewhere between the bed and the side table

- [ ] He leans you up, and completely takes off your shirt

- [ ] “Intrusive thoughts won” he dejectedly mutters while dressing your wounds

- [ ] Once he’s done he pressed his face mask to your forehead as a apology, a mock kiss

- [ ] “Maybe something good will come of this?”

- [ ] You thought as you looked up at the man who brought you here