#nobody talk to me nobody touch me nobody look at me

[femmenature]

nobody gets me, you do

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f! reader (ofc)

Summary: where your ex Ellie can't spend another day pretending she doesn't still love you.

Warnings: Inappropriate language.

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you usually appreciated this kind of nights. Where you don't have to work and you can watch a series or put more effort into the food, and not just make a simple white rice. You used to appreciate it in Ellie's company. Now you prefer to keep your head busy, work, study, do some gardening even though you know perfectly well how horrible you are at it. And that your head will probably play tricks on you and remind you of how Els laughed for a week because a damn cactus dried up on you. A sigh escapes your thoughts. “See, this is what happens when you're distracted,” you say to yourself, leaning against the kitchen counter. But your relaxed posture didn't last long, as someone knocked on your door. Strange, knowing that you didn't order anything to eat and didn't invite your friends. You walked to the door and opened it with your eyebrows furrowed, you were going to open your mouth but it was her, and you just stood with your hand on the door frame and your heart in your mouth.

Ellie looked at me and blinked rapidly, as if checking that this was not a dream. Her heel rested on the floor, leaving the toe of her slipper raised nervously. “hey” she let out in a sigh, which she seemed to have been holding back for quite some time.

“hey…” my voice betrayed me and trembled as I said something as small as a greeting. Though I guess it only matters who you're saying it to, and having her in front of you isn't easy, more so when you've had no contact for the past five months.

“I know it's weird, knocking on your door knowing we're not together” she spoke fast on the last words, wanting to cover up the fact that you guys are apart, because it hurts her more than anything else in this world ”but I'd rather you see me as a freaking weirdo than keep this to myself any longer. Altough you know I'm weird, I mean, you know me better than anyone else and-” she stopped talking, knowing she was getting distracted.

“do you want to come in and we can talk inside?” even though you're scared to death and more uneasy than ever, you acted calm so she would be too. She nodded and you invited her in, closing the door behind her. “so…why are you here?” you don't act disinterested, not excited either, Even if you are. You disguise the fireworks in your stomach as you smell her perfume when she walked inside. As if your house is complete again.

“uhm, these five months” she licked her lips nervously as she looks away remembering the days she spent without you ”were the worst months in the world. And it's just pathetic to tell you knowing that you're the reason I had such a hard time. Or the absence of you. I was with a part of you, with your ghost that haunted me everywhere I went reminding me that it wasn't going to be the same without you, and the worst part is that even though it wasn't really you it was all I had left to not feel completely alone in the world. So somehow I didn't want it to go away” her eyes finally met mine, softening ”our pictures are still in my room, even our saved game from the last time we played Life is Strange together. I didn't touch it waiting for you to come back, in that stupid hope that you'd show up and we'd forget our stupid fight. But I guess our pride won us over once again.” she moves a little closer, slowly, as if she's afraid the floor beneath her will crumble ”and for the first time in my life I couldn't care less about my pride because I know you're on the other side of the scale. And the love I have for you compares to absolutely nothing I have or will ever be able to have.”

your eyes become crystal clear, you think this is not real, you imagined so much that this moment would come, you made so many scenarios with Ellie and that she will come back into your life, but not like this. She is practically showing you her heart like never before, in a desperate attempt to get back to being everything she loves and still loves. You were going to say something, but she cut you off, she had more to tell you, more to show you how much she misses you.

“So I'm here. I'm not going to lie to you and pretend that I don't expect you to answer me, that I'll be able to wait for you to think and answer me without falling apart from the anticipation of not being able to hold you in my arms again. I don't even know how I could endure these months without you” finally closes the immense distance and gently caresses your hand tenderly ”do you know how desperate it is that no one understands you, that the only one who knew how to calm you down was miles away from me in body and soul?”

her eyes are desperately searching for yours and her voice is begging you “the only person who could do that was you and it killed me to know that you didn't want to see me when all I wanted to do was kiss you as if the world would end after that. Nobody gets me, you do. Nobody can beat your eyes, your touch, your voice, your jokes, your love. I couldn't even look at another woman because I knew no one was worth it, no one is worth it. No one can look at me and know when I'm anxious, or how much I love space. They would see the stuffed dinosaur I have in my room as a simple stuffed animal, when you took the time to know which one is my favorite and buy it for my birthday and when I would give an explanation of that dinosaur and why I have that damn stuffed animal the only thing I will think about is that I lost you forever and and-"

you approached her and gave her a sudden kiss, knowing that if you let her talk anymore, anxiety would eat her up. The kiss is tender, desperate for time apart, but at the same time soft and romantic. Her hands brought your hips closer to hers while you caressed the back of her neck. After a few seconds you separated and rested your foreheads without taking your hands off where you had them

"I hope you never have to explain to anyone why you have a dinosaur in your room because I'm not going to lose you again" Ellie smiled and hugged you, hiding her face in your neck "I wasn't planning on doing it anyway. I was going to die without you then I wouldn't give myself the chance to have another girlfriend" you laughed caressing her hair "I missed you, Els" she kissed your neck tenderly without letting go "I missed you too baby"

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I'M SORRY if it's not well written, I don't speak English and it's hard for me not to get lost!!! Enjoy <333

[nocturnalrorobin]

STOLEN

(Mihawk x reader x Shanks)

cw: selfharm, minor medical procedure

Taglist: @animefreak818

Minors DNI

AN: Finally a bit of lore. I hope you enjoy it! :) Thanks for being my beta @hannahbarberra162 <3

Prev. Chap.

Chapter 4: Nobody's Soldier

Mihawk made something proper to eat for Lilly without uttering a single word. The air was so thick one could cut it with a knife. He put a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and two pieces of toast, and a bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit. He walked over and placed it in front of her with juice and coffee. His index finger gently lifted her chin to force eye contact with him. “You got something you want to say to me, darling?” Lilly could feel heat rising to her cheeks and she rubbed her thighs unconsciously together, which didn't go unnoticed by either of the men. 

“I-I'm sorry I broke my promise, sir.” Lilly silently cursed at herself - the two of them always turned her into a mumbling mess. “I know it's not an excuse, but I heard such a loud groaning from Shanks’ room and got worried.” She looked him anxiously in the eyes, her body tense. Shanks who sat right from her squeezed her thigh gently and comfortingly. 

Mihawk showed her one of his rare smiles, she really was adorable like this he thought and patted her head. “Good girl. Now eat up.” Mihawk kissed the top of her head and circled behind her to check the nape of her neck. He carefully moved her shirt with his finger and even if Shanks tried his best to disinfect it, the bite was infected and needed to be looked at. Mihawk sighed annoyed and put his head on Lilly’s trying to calm down. He wasn't just angry with Shanks he was furious for being so careless about biting her. Mihawk wanted to to tear him to shreds, but he also knew that they needed to have a more important conversation for now, he could still kill Shanks afterward. He walked around the table glaring at Shanks and eventually sat down. “By the way darling I bought you a couple of things. Some clothes and necessities you might need. I'm not sure if you will like them,  but at least you don't need to wear our clothes all the time and have something to wear until you buy your own new wardrobe.” Mihawk said matter of factly while watching her munching on the food. 

Shanks chuckled at the sight of her eating faster. “Slow down baby girl, the food won't run away.” Shanks rubbed her back soothingly as she coughed because it went down the wrong pipe. 

“Is it ok if I check the items out?” Lilly looked excitedly between her men. 

“Of course darling. We will be there shortly. I just want to talk to Shanks first.” Mihawk answered her with a thoughtful look in his eyes. After Lilly left the kitchen Mihawk got up and took out a big folder from a cupboard. He took the chair next to Shanks, his expression darkening. “Take a look at this.” He placed the folder in front of Shanks. 

“What is this?” Shanks’ tone was serious as he opened it and found Lilly’s picture in there but instead of a name was a subject number. 

“The truth. It's doubtful she knows about any of this.” Mihawk swirled some more wine in his glass. “Look through it, but don't do anything foolish, mutt. She's gonna need you here!” Mihawk huffed. 

Shanks growled, he usually ignored Mihawk's name-calling, but he felt personally attacked by him. “Will you let it go? It's been years!!! YEARS! What will it take for you to forgive me?” Shanks snarled at him, frustrated that they couldn't see eye to eye even when they had the same lover. 

“Just read through the damn file and then come to the living room.” He forcefully cupped Shanks’ cheek with his thumb and index finger and tilted his head upwards. “You don't get to raise your voice at me. Are we understood?” He said in a pointed tone. 

“Yes sir.” Shanks wanted to lean into his touch so badly, but he controlled himself just this once.

Mihawk came close to Lilly and wrapped his arms around her waist, gingerly kissing her shoulders. “I missed you, darling.” He rested his head on hers and sighed. 

Lilly turned in his hold to face him. “Are you ok? Did you fight with Shanks?” her hands reaching out for his cheeks carefully holding his face and pulling him in for a kiss. He sighed into the kiss with content. 

“You always know how to cheer me up, darling. Don't worry about me and Shanks. He will get disciplined just like you will.” His voice was pointed, his ringed irises stared deep into her eyes, his thumb slowly tracing her lips. Before she could suck or bite it he withdrew his thumb. “You like the things I bought?” 

“Hmm yes. Thank you, they fit perfectly. How did you know my size?” She wondered. 

“I pay attention to you darling that's how.” He saw her puzzled expression and chuckled. “I saw the sizes on the clothes we had to wash.” He pecked her forehead. He was not looking forward to what was happening now. “Well darling if you are done, then follow me to the living room.” Lilly wore the black and red wine dress with frills at the top, just like Mihawk's shirts. “Stunning. Absolutely gorgeous.” He twirled her around to inspect his buy. He intertwined his fingers with hers and led her to the living area, he felt restless and he hated that feeling

 As Mihawk opened the heavy wooden door they already saw Shanks sitting on a red velvet couch that was made out of dark brown heavy wood, it matched the rest of the furniture. Lilly didn’t like the expression on his face, she wasn't sure if it was because he made her his mate but she could feel his rage and it wasn't just because she looked at his face. It made her very uneasy. She moved past Mihawk and walked over to Shanks sitting down on his lap. “Are you ok?” She leaned her forehead against his, and he smiled sadly at her. 

Mihawk placed a heavy chair in front of them, causing Lilly to look in confusion as she knew something was going on and could feel her anxiety rising. “Did you bring the folder with you?” He glared at Shanks. 

“Ok, time out, both of you. What's going on? You are freaking me out! And Mihawk please stop murdering Shanks with your eyes.” Lilly stood up and moved around making dramatic hand gestures. Her boys looked at her with remorseful looks and both walked over to her. 

“I am sorry my dear, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He softly kissed her temple while embracing her. “And for the record, I’m not ‘murdering’ him with my eyes, I’m stabbing him in my mind. Very different.” He huffed and made quotation marks with his fingers.

“I’m sorry too Baby girl. There is just something we have to talk about with you and it’s not easy for us. Do you think you can listen to Mihawk for a bit?” Shanks caressed her cheek and looked deep into her eyes. She nodded nervously, looking between the two of them. “The file is still in the kitchen.” He pointed to Mihawk who left to retrieve it. “Baby, do you know what Mihawk's job is?” Shanks asked her while pulling Lilly back into his lap as they sat back on the couch. 

“Well I always thought the Dojo was his main job, but after he left the other night I’m not so sure anymore.” She contemplated.

“Hmm. The Dojo is just something I picked up doing because I was bored.” Mihawk hummed when he came back into the room. “I just had so much free time when I stopped working as a doctor. I’m the security chief for the Mayor Sir Crocodile.” He sat down in his chair with a huge folder on his lap. Lilly’s eyes widened at this new information. “The other night when I was asked to go to work, I asked my partner Perona to look into your parents, because everything about your story bothered me love. And to clarify it was not because I thought you were lying it's just your father's behavior and also the fact that you are human.” Lilly looked very confused at that last statement, but let him continue before she would say anything. “You see humans can’t see us. You shouldn’t be able to interact with us at all. When I drank your blood I fully expected some resistance or that I couldn’t drink it, but you darling tasted divine.” His hand reached out and traced over Lilly’s wrist.

“Focus Dracule!” Shanks scolded the older man. 

“Right. Forgive me.” A blush tinted his cheeks. He was too embarrassed that Shanks just called him out. He opened the folder with a sigh, but before he could continue she interrupted him. 

“Maybe I’m special? My parents can see you too after all.”  She mumbled mostly to herself. 

“Indeed they are, but they modified themselves with wolves' blood. Have your parents ever taken you hunting, love?” He inquired while looking through the file. He really didn't enjoy this, because he didn't know how to approach this topic. 

“Wolves… blood? What?” Lilly asked, perturbed. “They did. When I was young they always took me hunting but I didn't like to hurt animals and always threw a fit so they stopped.” She continued. “What is this about?” She looked between Mihawk and Shanks. 

“For goodness sake, just tell her. Even I’m getting anxious.” Shanks tried to reason. He grew out his tail and wrapped it around Lilly so she had something to ground herself with. She instinctively cuddled close to it. 

Mihawk pinched the place between his eyes and took a deep breath. “Your parents are monster hunters and you are not their biological child.” He opened the folder and handed her the first page. It had a baby photo of her on it and a subject number, underneath was a long text. 

“T-That's me. What is this?!” Lilly looked at him in utter confusion and distress. She wasn’t too surprised to learn that she wasn’t their biological child though, there was just always a barrier of sorts that she couldn't explain. Over the text was a big stamp in red saying ‘FAILURE’. 

“In short. You weren’t adopted, nor were you kidnapped. Your existence is a mystery, you are an enigma if you will. They were training in the forest when you, just a baby appeared out of thin air before their feet. Since your ‘father’ has medical training he did blood tests and only found human traces. So they took you in and trained you, but you weren't supposed to see us nor fall in love with us for that matter. Your purpose was to be bait more or less and to kill us if we attack.” Mihawk stopped there, Lilly was as white as a ghost. 

“I-I'm sorry. I need some air.” Lilly felt as if she was suffocating, her chest was so tight. Everything around her started to blur as she wobbled through the big living room towards the big glass door. There were three pine trees in the huge backyard and it's all she saw, the noise of the crunching snow as she walked barefoot on it, the feeling of it and the blistering burning cold sensation vanished into the distance. As she reached them, she stopped and could feel her thoughts racing.

“I KNEW IT!” 

Bam! Her fist hit the tree, covering her in more snow. 

“THOSE ASSHOLES. I CAN'T BELIEVE THEM!” 

BAM! The other fist hit the tree. 

“HOW COULD THEY DO THIS?” 

She rapidly kept hitting the tree, until two warm hands cupped them. They were raw and bloody, but she didn't feel the pain. A warm and fluffy bordeaux blanket was wrapped around her and she was picked up bridal style. “Let's get you inside baby girl.” Shanks held her close as he carried her inside. “It's gonna be alright baby.” He consoled her as he sat down on the couch and she sniffled in his arms. He licked her knuckles and whined in worry. 

Mihawk returned to the living room, handed Lilly a hot cup of tea, and sat down next to them. “I'm sorry if I overwhelmed you darling.” He rubbed soothing circles in the small of her back. She shook her head, because she didn't blame him at all. “I called the hospital though, love, I have friends there and they are willing to take a proper look at you if you want.” He explained he wanted her to go for his own peace of mind but he wouldn't force her. 

She turned in Shanks’ lap so she could face Mihawk. “I-I would never hurt you. Either of you.” She sobbed. 

“Oh darling I know. We both do. I just want you to get a proper check up and your knuckles definitely need to be treated, love. But we are not angry with you, we have no reason to be, you are a victim too.” He wiped her stray tears away with his hands when he lovingly caressed her cheeks. She leaned into both of her lover's touches, it grounded her and calmed her down. 

“Ok, I will see your friends if you think it’s necessary.” She finally agreed, making both of her boys breathe a sigh of relief. 

“I think it would be for the best.” He pecked her forehead. “Are you done with your tea?” She nodded and handed him the mug. “Then get ready, love.” 

She left Shanks’ lap and went to the bedroom to put on some stockings and the winter Lolita shoes he bought that went well with the dress. 

She closed the entrance door behind her after Shanks made sure to wrap her in his scarf, he really just wanted his scent on her. She sat in the middle seat in the back so she could talk easier with both of them. “How long will the ride take?” She inquired. 

“Not that long, maybe 15 to 20 minutes.” Mihawk answered looking through the rearview mirror. 

“Was there more that I should know? I mean I just ran out.” Lilly let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

Mihawk and Shanks shared a concerned look and there was a thick silence in the car. “Darling, are you certain you want to discuss this now?” Mihawk

“Hmmm.” She hummed. 

“All of your belongings were gone, Perona investigated and found traces of a new child already living there, but no one was at home that day so it could also be that they just prepared while they got a new victim, orphans by our investigations. Street kids. Kids that don’t have a home to return to.” Mihawks voice was somber and low. 

“EXCUSE ME?!” Lilly raised her voice. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THERE’S ANOTHER KID?” She yelled. 

“They watch them 24/7 baby girl, trust that sir is doing everything he can.” Shanks tried to calm her down. 

“I-I know. I’m sorry for yelling at you sir, I’m not upset with you, it’s the situation.” Lilly closed her eyes, her head was spinning. The rest of the ride was quiet and uneventful. 

The hospital wasn’t too big and they immediately headed to the office of the Chief Physician Dr. Marco Newgate. “Did you have to call him?” Shanks sighed. 

“Behave yourself. Don't make me throw you out!” Mihawk glared at Shanks. 

“You are still as annoying as ever, aren’t you? Yoi.” The door opened and a handsome man with glowing blue and yellow eyes opened. “Hi you must be Lilly, I'm Marco. It's nice to meet you. Yoi. Please come in.” 

After the door shut, there was a brief silence between the two men. “We probably should have a talk with her about Werewolves and Vampires at least. Don’t you think? Are you in any pain? You usually try to avoid going out in the sunlight.” Shanks knew there was little choice in the matter now, but he was concerned for him. 

“Hmmm indeed. For now, let’s focus on her well-being though.” Mihawk seemed in thought for a second. “I’m fine though, it's luckily cloudy today so it’s not too bad. I thank you for your concern though and maybe you and I should have a proper talk as well.” He softened his stern gaze as he looked at Shanks. 

“Mihawk informed me about your situation, and he also mentioned you were with Shanks during his rut. Did he bite you by chance?” Marco’s eyes never left Lilly, it almost made her uneasy. She felt like a little mouse being hunted by yet another bird of prey. 

“He did,”  Lilly said,  revealing the bite on the back of her neck. “But didn’t Mihawk tell you?” 

“Oh we talked when you were still in his room, so he did not know. That said he told me you might be stopping by when he called me earlier. Yoi.” Marco walked around her and pulled a stool close. He cleaned the bite mark and touched it to see if there was any pus, as he couldn’t find any he used his flame to heal it.    

Lilly relaxed at the feel of his flames. They felt so soothing and she whined a little when the sensation was over. “Do your eyes always glow like  this?” 

“Nope. Only when I'm excited or have to use my flames. Yoi. It's a bit irritating to look at. Sorry.” He rolled in front of her with his stool and took both her hands in his and looked at them, carefully touching it.

“It’s not OW!” She cried and tried to pull away her hands by reflex. “I think they are pretty.” She admitted. 

“Thanks. I'm sure Shanks would agree.” He chuckled. “Luckily you don't need stitches on this hand, but your right one does.” He sighed.

Lilly frowned but couldn't really say anything it was her own doing after all. “I know the answer might be obvious, but you and Shanks have a history. Yeah?” 

“Ha! You can say that again. Yoi.” He chuckled as he got up to prepare the anesthesia and sutures. “I'm his ex. We weren't that long together, he was too intense for me. If he could have, he would have chained me to a cage.” His half-lidded gaze softened as he smiled at her. “Sorry, that's gonna sting. A bit.” He said, but Lilly didn't notice a thing. 

“Yeah it certainly helps if Mihawk keeps a leash on him.” Lilly laughed and Marco joined in while he pictured Shanks on a leash wagging his tail. 

“Can you feel that?” He started to push the needle through her skin, but as she showed no reaction and just shook her head he continued. “You know, I have a proposition for you. Me and my brothers were all orphans, until Edward Newgate took us in, he gave us a home and a family.  He died two years ago, he was,” Marco paused and sighed. “Murdered. So me and my brothers are running the place now. We take in orphans and give them a home. To be honest I would like for you to join our crazy family. All done, just need to bandage it. Yoi.” He got up and got two bandages for her hands. 

Lilly was deep in thought. “You realise I'm an adult though?” She was flattered, but would there be a point to this. 

“Oh sure, but we all need a place to return to,? And I'm not talking about the space we share with the ones we love. Yoi. Just think about it is all I'm saying. Now on that note, is it OK if we keep you here for two nights? There are a couple of tests that I'd like to run. You can decline though.” Marco switched back to Doctor mode. 

“That is alright, but you tell Shanks.” Lilly smiled. 

[clarkeybabey]

❝ i wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy ❞

# summary; somethings do really get under his skin

# playlist; luther - kendrick lamar (ft. sza)

# word count; 748

# note; ive seen some distasteful comments on our bf lately. leave my man alone, he's the chillest guy. #parasocial. lazy ending im so sorry

Arthur absolutely adores his job, who wouldn't just want to hang out with their mates all day or film themselves reacting to Reddit posts to pay their bills? None of this was on his life bingo card, but he didn't think he'd change a single thing about his current situation. That was until he started collaborating with larger YouTubers.

Their fans always found a way to make him out to be the butt of the joke 24/7. He's been on social media for a while now, and of course, he understood that being unreasonably disliked came with his job, he just wished that he could express his feelings without being seen as 'soft'. It's almost as if the more he tries to ignore it all, the more comments emerge.

Some of his friends who recently began to gain traction were nearly completely dodging the brutal comments and he couldn't figure out why. Not that he wants them to experience it, because it's awful, he wouldn't wish it upon his worst enemy, but what do they have that he doesn't?

When you return from grocery shopping, he's sat in his desk chair tapping a socked foot. You take immediate notice of the furrow in his brow he seems to be scrolling through something, "You okay, baby?" Arthur startles a bit, seemingly having not realized your presence, he hums wordlessly, not bothering to look up at you.

His lack of acknowledgment makes you frown slightly. You let your purse slide off your shoulder, landing with a thunk in a pile at the end of his desk. You place a hand on his knee, bringing his anxiety-riddled movements to a halt. Finally, he looks up at you just in time for you to speak again, "Tell me."

His reply comes out sounding almost offended, "Tell you what?" He's playing stupid, but it's not going to work, not even he's been convinced by his words. You've been to him before he even knew you were home.

Your head tilts to the side and you fold your arms over your chest and without another sound from you, he knows he lost, "Just people on the internet, that's all." He's bitter and hurt, which is very evident as he continues, "Don't think they realize I'm human too."

A glance at the glowing screen in his hands tells you what he's been doing since you left a half hour ago. You take the phone from him, setting it on top of his mousepad, taking a second to situate yourself in his lap, "Listen, I know you really wanna know how people feel about you." You pause momentarily to place a chaste kiss on either cheek, "We've talked about how bad it is for you."

"It's so difficult to pretend I don't care," He begins, stopping when he feels like his throat's going to close, uncontrollable tears dot his waterline, breaking your heart. "I wish I could understand more, but I just don't know what its like, 'm not sure if I ever will be."

Your index finger finds his stubbled jaw, stroking it as you do your best to console him, if only you could take everything he's feeling and place it onto yourself even if only for a day, he deserves a break. "Those people are nobodies, they're just jealous." He leans into your touch, "You'd think I'd be used to it all by now," he mumbles against your palm, pressing a kiss to it.

Shaking your head involuntarily as he pours out all of his thoughts, but when he says that it pisses you off, "Shouldn't have to be used to it, the internet's a joke. You're a wonderful, intelligent person with opinions and feelings that are allowed to be expressed," words tumble from your lips so fast you can't control them he just sits there, a hand on your side drawing shapes on the skin where your top had ridden up, taking in all you say.

"I'm a chronic people pleaser, but I think you have me beat," you say wagging your brows, playing with his hair, finally he cracks a smile. A sigh of relief escapes you at that, "Think we should lower your screen time."

"Yes, mum," he salutes you, and a loud laugh bubbles up through him making you giggle, he pokes your tummy, "or maybe we can just run away together," he suggests kissing the upturned corner of your mouth.

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

[animangalover-writes]

Yk it really bothers me when I see people talking about eurylochus and the crew like they were the problem. It just feels like everyone is just missing the point. Yes they stopped listening to ody, yes eurylochus opened the wind bag, but that's what makes them so human.

Picture this, you leave your home to fight in a war. It takes literal years for this war to be over. You've lost friends, you miss your family, you've been through hell. You're starving and your captain tells you they found food on this island.

And then the cyclops happens. More friends die, you barely escape with your life, and your captain gives his name to the creature that killed your friends.

And everything after that is a direct cause of that decision.

So you hesitate to trust him. Yes he's smart, he's capable, he always has a plan. But he would do anything to get home, and you know that. So when he comes back to the ship claiming to have a bag full of wind, and when he refuses to let anyone near, refuses to trust his own crew, you get suspicious.

Its been about a decade by this point, and your captain seems to get more and more desperate to get home. A god is after you. Odysseus is forcing himself to stay away, all to make sure nobody touches that bag.

Its human, it's realistic, it makes sense that someone would open the bag. Because odysseus stopped trusting you, and so you stop trusting him. So you open the bag.

I just find it frustrating that people look at the crew/eurylochus as bad guys because of this, as pawns for ody to get home and thats it. The point of the show is that ody has become a monster, has dealt with and left behind his humanity. We, as listeners, root for him. We give him grace because of his circumstances. Because he's the main character.

But for some reason, people don't give that same grace to the crew. They're human, their circumstances are awful too. They have no idea if they will get home, they aren't sure then can trust their captain anymore. They question things. They make mistakes. They cause the deaths of others. It's human, its that feeling you get when you think that maybe hope is lost after all, it's what this story is about. Mistakes and loss and blame.

People dislike Eurylochus because he opened the bag. But odysseus gave the cyclops his name. And polites trusted the lotus eaters. And Athena told odysseus to be cruel to a fault. Nobody here is innocent, not really. And none of them knew better either. They were working with what they had, with the terrible circumstances at hand. It's no wonder they made mistakes. It's no wonder people died.

Why are we ignoring the humanity of the crew? Why are we arguing that they, or that eurylochus, deserved it? If the story was about them, odysseus would be seen as the bad guy. But he's the main character, so the others are stupid and wrong, right? All that matters is that odysseus gets home, right? Even if it costs the lives of his crew. His crew who stopped trusting him when he stopped trusting them. His crew who he sacrificed to get home.

I think we're missing the point here. Odysseus did become a monster, and although we cheer for him getting home and Penelope and Telemachus forgive him, we have to acknowledge that he did do terrible things. Those men will never see their families again. Why are we erasing that humanity in them?

Humans do bad things for the sake of saving themselves or the ones they love. That includes Odysseus. That includes Eurylochus. That includes the crew. And that includes every other character in this musical.

[angelackless]

NEED SOMEONE OLDER

Professor!Sam Winchester x student!reader

SAM KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING IS WRONG, but that still didn't stopped him from doing it. Being this close with one of his students? especially one as pretty as you? Sam was ready to throw away his job just so nobody will shame him more for being with someone ten years younger than him.

Not like you minded either, Sam was perfect in your eyes. All the boys that ever took you out could never even be at the same level as he was, but you two never acted on your feelings, well not untill now, when you knocked on his door on a friday night.

Sam opened the door and as soon as he saw you,in that pretty little red dress, your hair in a braid, fuck you looked so pretty. He opened his mouth to ask what you were doing here when he noticed your teary eyes.

"(y/n), what happened?" Sam pulled you inside his house, his hand stayed on your arm, his touch was gentle, you could easily pulled away if you wanted to "talk to me" he tucked your hair behind your ear

"I went on a date" you managed to speak up "and it was bad, he was rude and so obnoxious" Sam shaked his head and pulled you into a tight embrace, placing a kiss against your temple

"well, that guy must be freaking stupid if he can't act like a gentleman with someone like you" he said while his hand ran up and down your back, just slightly touching your ass every now and then "maybe you need someone older, princess" he continued "someone who can treat you like you deserve, someone who knows what to do and can satisfy you" someone like him, he though, but didn't said it out loud.

You raised your head up to look at him, your make-up was smeared and he could feel his heart breaking because of how broken and fragile you looked at the moment. "like who?" you asked, your voice came out shaky and quiet

"Like me" Sam said and cupped your cheek "I would burn the whole fucking world down if that's what you wanted" he brushed a tear away with his thumb "just give me a chance to show you that i'm better for you than those little boys" your heart skipped a beat at his words, and the next thing you know you pulled him into a deep kiss which he reciprocated almost immadetly and pulled you closer to him by your hips leaving no space between the two of you.

He was the one who broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours "so?can I take you on a date?" Sam asked while he caressed your side with his hands

"you can" you answered and nodded your head. Maybe it's wrong,but who cares?the heart wants what it wants.

[bisexualdawnsummers]

I can't get her out of my mind.

[pardonmydelays]

those note changes in backslide, OH MY GOD???

[viktorgf]

have some tragic lesbians in this picrew 🫶🏻🩷💎

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[unproduciblesmackdown]

(genderly) chill as hell if i was only ever glimpsed / detected like this

[evansbby]

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[trashbaget]

everybody get the fuck off tumblr and watch nimona right fucking now i am so serious

[dispotatorulzz]

In my heart I have a cool tail and ears and cool awesome claws . Alas my physical body fails me

[bag-of-milk69]

GOD I am a mess that last episode was so good

[guiltyinnocencedgm]

[thedreadvampy]

I mean sure, I can understand this perspective, but I'm not sure whether most people feel less shaken to be thrust into conversations about "self-unaliving" than conversations about "suicide"

and I for one as a survivor would much rather unexpectedly encounter somebody talking about "rape" than somebody talking about how funny it is to have sex with somebody when they don't want to, a normal thing that doesn't need to be named because it's So Normal.

which is to say. this is a post about words. the words are not the distressing thing about the discussion. the distressing thing is the distressing thing about the discussion. sugarcoating, dodging or renaming the distressing thing doesn't make it less distressing but it DOES often make it harder to have a frank discussion about it or address it in serious terms.

[pinch of salt: solid probability from their blog that this person is a Literal 14 Year Old and the perspective from 30 and 14 are very different. I do stand by all the points I'm making but I think this conversation lands a lot different for people at different life stages - there is something to be said for the general issue that the internet has flattened social groups to the degree that I as a 30 year old can make a post to my audience of largely adult millennials that immediately enters the same conversational space as people half my age and still in school. that seems. ungreat. as the primary way we engage in conversation. but I don't have solutions to offer.]

you gotta be able to say "die"

you gotta be able to say "suicide"

you gotta be able to talk about "sex"

they're uncomfortable topics, YEAH for SURE

because LIFE is uncomfortable. Death and suicide and sex and pain are straight up going to happen. not having words for the way it discomforts you doesn't make it more comfortable, it just makes you less able to reach out about it.

even more vital, you gotta be able to say words like "rape", "abuse", "queer" or "racist". cause we fought fucking hard to name those experiences. to identify "rape" as distinct from "sex" and "racism" as distinct from "acceptable behaviour" and "queer" as distinct from "invert"

like the function of communication is not to minimise immediate discomfort. we gotta be able to talk about stuff that's hard or sucks or causes difficult conversations.

[emeraldcitynerdfighter]

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