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dottie lasso is the final boss of the show (and ted loses)
someone commented on my ted-is-a-feminine-junior-too post about recognizing dottie lasso and what she did, and i'm a Johnny-come-lately to this fandom so i missed all the discourse
but surely it's been discussed to death that Dottie Lasso is the Final Boss of Ted's life, right? like, she shows up on that bench and you should feel the opening of "MEGALOVANIA" in your soul because she's the villain of the story.
honestly, in Ted Lasso, the main villains are: Rupert Mannion, Twitter, Rupert Mannion again, cisnormativity/heteronormativity, and Dottie Lasso, kind of in that order IMO.
"Mom City" is kind of a genius episode with its thesis and punchline. Because Dottie shows up and derails Ted's entire life and not in a good way. She makes him palpably uncomfortable and all of his usual kindness and interest is just turned off around her.
This episode isn't shy about reminding the audience that Richmond has become Ted's home. From the most fish outta water who nearly gets killed looking the wrong way crossing the street, Ted knows his neighbors, knows the culture here, and is defensive with that knowledge because it's been hard-won over time.
No but really, look at how UNCOMFORTABLE Ted is EVERY MINUTE of this episode. It's so stark bc this charm offensive Dottie's doing on everyone at Richmond is so clearly a Lasso Thing. This is the exact tactic Ted used when he was new in town and completely at sea.
(fuck this got long, there's a lot more under the jump)
But he isn't charmed or permissive or entertained, he never once Yes, Ands what Dottie says. In fact, he corrects her all the time.
jesus fuck look at this specific moment!!!
who the fuck are you and where is ted
because Dottie being here is a nightmare. she's the person who knows the Ted Lasso Source Code and the way she maneuvers and nudges him, he seems helpless against it. So he continuously separates himself from her in what feels to me like a fearful reaction.
Like, when Dottie explains where she's staying, she does this trick
DOTTIE: An adorable little hostel. I've met so many Australians. They are backpacking through Europe. So much sex. TED: Mom. DOTTIE: Not me, the Australians. TED: No, no, I get it, okay. How about you stay here for the rest of your trip, all right? DOTTIE: Only if I'm not a hassle.
This is such a fucking move, you realize? She has been in London a fucking WEEK without telling him, then as soon as she tells him where she's staying, she, a midwestern mom to her open-minded but very romantically private son, invokes sex so he'll be uncomfortable with the situation and invite her to stay. This is a chess move they should call the Wichita Shuffle.
And Ted absolutely hates the way Dottie lies about him. The connection is pretty straightforward; Dottie deals with her trauma and pain by covering them up with pretty little lies and melting truths until they fit the shape she wants them to be in. Everything she says in this episode is bullshit.
(points up) THIS INCLUDED, BTW. This is the Ted that Dottie wants him to be, the guy who will fall on his sword at the first sign of someone else's discomfort.
But that isn't who Ted is anymore and Dottie saying this is vicious and cruel. It's disrespectful to Rebecca, to everyone at Richmond, and to the work Ted's done with Sharon.
which oooooooooh
hey, anyone else remember Ted's "I love meeting people's moms, it's like an instruction manual on why they're nuts" from S2? boy that's a brick joke
and this bit of dottie saying her anxiety re: ted's therapy out loud, that hissing sound is a fuse being lit in this moment
Ted calls her out directly. He knows how she operates because she raised him in her own image. As I noted in the other post, Leslie Higgins is not the only feminine junior at Richmond, so is Theodore Lasso, son of Dorothy Lasso.
THAT FUCKING DARK CHUCKLE, THE "YEAH OKAY" MOMENT this is the fuse finally reaching the dynamite
this is the moment, this moment of push-back, implicitly the first time Ted's ever pushed back in his life
this is the moment Dottie takes every single thing she knows about Ted, everything she put into him, and she destroys his fucking life with the exact four words it would take to make Ted give up everything he's worked for, all so he'll go back to being what she expects from him.
and hell if he doesn't know it.
everything he's done for himself, all the space he's finally allowed himself to fill, the progress and labor he's put into becoming a better person
mom shows up and tells him no, you're coming back.
(and the fact Dottie Lasso, a character who has not said five truthful things this entire episode, tells us how someone else feels should be questioned very fucking directly. i don't trust this woman to honestly report on Henry's opinion of peanut butter and jelly, let alone if he wants his father to give up his life and return to Kansas. i know every single fic has brought up the question of "hey why doesn't anyone ask Henry what he wants" but that's because SOMEONE needs to ask the question instead of taking Dorothy fucking Lasso's word for it, christ)
I don't know how tf you don't read this show as a tragedy. Dottie Lasso is incredible, she's so pitch-perfectly written and acted, and she's absolutely the final boss of the show. And Ted doesn't win that fight.
hell THE SHOW SAYS THE QUIET PART OUT LOUD, i would put the screencap here but I've run out of images, but THEY FUCK YOU UP, YOUR MUM AND DAD, THE SHOW SAYS IT this is a fantastic tragedy, i love it
#ted lasso#dottie lasso#Mom City is a masterpiece and Dottie Lasso is a piece of work#this show is a tragedy
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PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x celestial!reader
SUMMARY: all thanks to leo, charles finally got the chance to meet youâthe celestial being who has consumed his every waking thoughts, and managed to find out new things.
REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.
WARNINGS: bible angel names references, some people may find this fic offensive, concept of divine beings and heaven & life and death, no use of y/n, angels and devils, mentions of papa leclerc (beginning is set in 2017) and jules bianchi, fluff, falling (literally & figuratively) in love, named side characters, angst but with a happy ending, purely written fic, a little bit of world building (concepts), mentions of death, bad/evil people, cursing, not proofread, and typos.
WORD COUNT: 5k
AUTHORâS NOTE: this fic may not be some peopleâs cup of tea, if you donât like it, donât read it. sorry it took me a LONG time to post the part 2 of this series, i already have this on my drafts but never got the time to check on it bc iâve been working on my other series (fa14 series), but finally, here it is! the part 3 may take a long time to be posted again 𼲠but you donât have to worry bc i intend on finishing this series. taglist is open for this series, so just comment or message me if you want to be tagged. your comment/reblog is highly appreciated, and i hope youâll enjoy this second part of the series!
It was a warm late afternoon in Monaco, and Charles had finally pulled himself out of his apartment, hoping that some fresh air and Leoâs cheerful company might turn off the constant thoughts running through his mind. Since that night in Singapore, you had been all Charles could think aboutâthe image of you standing before him, looking at him as though you knew the secrets he hadnât even dared to ask himself. Charles had barely gotten a word in before you disappeared, leaving him with nothing but more questions.
The park was mostly empty, allowing him and Leo to stroll without the usual flood of cameras or people hoping to get a quick word with him. Charles enjoyed these rare quiet moments, watching Leo run through the grass, capturing photos of him mid-leap, his ears flapping, and his tail wagging in pure delight. For a while, it was peacefulâthat is until Leo began barking persistently, his gaze fixed on something in the distance.
âLeo, calme-toi.â Charles called, trying to soothe his normally docile dachshund.
Leo rarely barked at nothing, and Charles couldnât see what had him all stirred up. As he looked past Leo, his heart skipped. There you were, standing at the edge of the park, just as he had remembered you, dressed in black, untouched by the brightness of the world around you, as if you had stepped from a different realm entirely. Slowly, Charles walked over, kneeling beside Leo, who was still barking.
âCan you see her too, buddy?â Charles asked softly, but Leo only turned his head back towards you.
His barks began shifting into a delighted whine, tail wagging as though greeting an old friend. To Charlesâ amazement, Leo took off towards you, bounding across the grass with uncharacteristic excitement. You bent down on one knee as Leo reached you, his small body pressing happily against your touch. Charles just stood there and watched, captivated by the whole sight, how your hand moved over Leoâs fur, and how the dog responded, oblivious to the fact that what he felt was something beyond the ordinary. You then looked up at Charles and smiled, a gentle, knowing expression on your face.
âHello, little one,â you murmured to Leo, reaching out to stroke him. Your gaze followed Leoâs figure as he trotted back toward Charles. âHeâs a beautiful soul. Itâs clear how well you take good care of him, he is very happy with this life.â
Charles swallowed, taken aback by the warmth of your words. He felt a huge wave of relief washing over him, and somehow, you were not a figment of his imagination. You were in front of him, speaking to him, your voice soft but firm, grounding him in the reality of your presence.
Noticing a bench nearby, you gestured, âshall we sit?â Charles nodded.
He followed you as you walked, though he kept glancing around as if worried that someone might catch him talking to thin air. The two of you sat side by side, your gaze focused on Leo as he scampered around, while Charles couldnât seem to look anywhere but at you. The silence between you felt almost sacred, deafening, thick with all the unspoken questions he longed to ask.
âI know you have many questions,â finally, you broke the silence. Your voice was gentle. âEspecially as to why you can see me, when others could not.â
Charles let out a shaky breath, nodding. âIâI donât understand. Iâve seen you before, but you keep on disappearing, and no one elseâŚthey never see you.â his voice was a soft murmur, filled with confusion and wonder.
âOur kind, like myself, weâre not meant to be seen by human eyes. Weâre here to watch and guide, but only from afar. Most humans only sense us as a passing feeling, a presence.â you softly said, as you studied him with a faint smile. âBut in your case, you see me. Truly see me.â
âWhy, though? Why am I able to see you?â Charlesâ brows furrowed, his gaze intent on yours.
You turned to look at Leo, who was now sitting a short distance away, watching the two of you with a curious tilt of his head, and you couldnât help but smile at the sight of Leo.
âItâs rare, Charles. But sometimes, there is a connection between our kind to your kind that goes beyond the veil. Iâve thought about it myself, and though I donât have all the answers, itâs clear that thereâs a reason you and I keep crossing paths.â
Charlesâ heart raced. The way you spoke, as though fate had woven an invisible thread between you had left him reeling. He glanced around the park, reminded of how strange this conversation must look to anyone passing by, but he did not care at all. The need to understand, to know you, outweighed any risk of prying eyes.
âMaybeâŚmaybe we should go somewhere less public?â Charles suggested, his voice low.
He did not want this moment to end, he couldnât let you disappear on him again before he had the chance to understand this kind of connection. You looked at him for a long contemplative moment, then nodded.
âAll right, lead the way.â
Charles led you quietly through the streets of Monaco and up to his apartment. He hadnât said much on the way, clearly lost in thought, yet there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. When you entered his apartment, you immediately noticed how it held an essence of him. Warm, understated, and filled with memories. The walls were decorated with framed photographs spanning his life from childhood karting days to podium celebrations in F1. Trophies were all lined up on the shelf, and each piece seemed to carry a story of its own.
You were drawn to the photos, especially those capturing his relationships, the warm smiles he shared with his family, playful moments with his friends, and candid shots of him and his brothers. Then your gaze settled on one particular photograph, and a bittersweet feeling bloomed within you. It was a younger version of Charles, perhaps in his teens, standing alongside a man whose face you recognize. Jules Bianchi.
Charles noticed the direction of your attention as he finished filling up Leoâs dog bowl, and he stepped over to join you, his expression softening as he saw the photograph. Jules had been so much more than just a mentor to him. The man in that photo had shaped parts of his soul and his dreams. You could feel the weight of Charlesâ emotions lingering in the air, a tender ache mixed with recognition.
âYou knew him?â Charlesâ voice was quiet as he stood beside you.
You nodded softly, your own voice taking on a gentle tone. âI was there in his final moments. I was the one who guided him when he was ready to go, helping him crossover.â
Charlesâ face was a mix of expression, caught between surprise and disbelief. For a second, he seemed unable to respond, the information settling slowly. You watched him intently as he took a deep breath, grounding himself.
âYouâŚyou spoke to him?â he managed, his voice strained with a mix of sorrow and longing.
âYes,â you said, your voice steady but tender. âI spoke with his soul as he lingered between here and the afterlife. It wasâŚpeaceful. He was calm when I arrived, almost as if he knew he was not going to stay.â
You paused, âI then asked him about his life, what his favorite thing about life was.â
âHe told me that his family meant everything to him. He then mentioned being a godfather, and his dreams for his protĂŠgĂŠ, a young man named Charles.â you added.
âHe said that?â he whispered, breath hitched as he instinctively reached up to touch the frame, his fingers resting just over the image of Julesâ face.
âHe spoke of you with such pride, with hope that you would go on to achieve everything he had dreamed for you. Jules saw himself in you, Charles. His last thoughts were with his family and you.�� you looked at him softly. A quiet rage simmered in Charlesâ eyes as he turned to look at you, his voice tinged with frustration.
âBut why? Why couldnât you let his family speak to him, too? They waited for so long, hoping heâd wake up, to say goodbye properly.â the raw pain and anger in his voice were unmistakable.
Charles had not meant to question your intentions, but the loss of Jules had carved a wound that had never fully healed, and in his grief, he momentarily forgot you were not human. You looked at him with a soft, understanding smile, letting the weight of his sorrow wash over you. You had witnessed this kind of reaction before, how those who are grief-stricken often felt deprived of closure.
âI understand, Charles. If I could have done differently, I would have,â you replied, your voice gentle but firm. âBut it wasnât his body I spoke to, it was his soul. Jules was already watching from the other side, beyond the reach of the physical world. In those moments, he wasnât in his body anymore, he was seeing all of you from a place where time no longer held sway.â
Charles looked down, processing your words, the anger fading slowly as he tried to keep his emotions steady. He tried to reconcile his emotions with the reality of what you had just shared. He ran a hand through his hair, gaze fixed on the floor as he took in a shaky breath.
âSo heâŚhe was watching us all along?â he whispered.
âYes,â you assured him. âHe was with you. Every tear, every moment spent beside his hospital bed, he saw it all, even if he himself couldnât respond in a way you wished for it to be.â
âSouls donât always leave the way we want them to. They transition gently, often lingering just to be close to the people they love.â you added. Charlesâ shoulder slumped slightly, and he let out a shaky sigh, nodding as if finally accepting what had once seemed unimaginable.
âItâŚit makes sense,â he murmured. âJules was always calm, even in the most difficult moments. Maybe he knew it would be easier this way.â
There was a peaceful silence that settled between the both of you, the only sound being Leoâs soft footsteps as he padded over to sit by Charlesâ feet. Charles looked at you again, the sorrow in his eyes tinted by a glimmer of gratitude.
âThank you,â he said quietly, a sincerity in his words that touched you deeply. âForâŚfor being there with him, and for telling me.â
You gave him a reassuring nod, feeling the depth of his appreciation. âHe is proud of you, Charles. More than you know. You are honoring his legacy every time you step onto the track.â
Charles closed his eyes briefly, absorbing your words, a new sense of peace settling over him. He knew that the ache would remain, but perhaps now, with you there to share this part of Julesâ journey, it would be a little easier to carry.
Eventually, you found yourself seated on the barstool, observing how Charles moved around the kitchen, gathering ingredients as he prepared a dish called pasta, and noting the way he moved with a quiet confidence. He seemed at ease, but you could tell by the occasional glance he cast your way that he was still processing everything. The strange connection he had with you, a Celestial he could see but others could not. As he stirred the sauce on the stove, he broke the silence, glancing over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
âSoâŚwhat exactly are you?â Charles asked, attempting to sound casual, though his curiosity was clear. âAre you like an angel of death or something?â his brows furrowed slightly as he added.
âNo, Charles. Iâm not here to take you away,â you assured him, tone gentle, and couldnât help but smile at his suspicion. âThink of me as a guide and a protector. My duty is to help souls cross the afterlife, to make sure that they are not alone and lonely when they cross the other side.â
âSo, youâreâŚyouâre not here for me?â he asked, his voice tentative. You could see the worry in his eyes, as if he had been half afraid that he might be speaking with the very spirit that would one day guide him out of this life.
âNot at all,â you replied. âIâm here because, somehow, we have this connection. I was there in the hospital room, with your father, when you saw me for the first time. It was a natural part of my duty, I was waiting to guide him. Just as I was there for Jules.â
âSo you only appear whenâŚsomeoneâs close to death?â Charlesâ gaze dropped to the countertop, and he nodded slowly, as if piercing it all together.
âTypically, yes,â you replied. âHumans are not meant to see me. They may sense it, a presence, calmness, or even a cool warmth when Iâm near, but thatâs usually all. So, I could not quite understand why you could see me. It isnât common.â
âBut I can see you.â he said, almost to himself, as if still trying to grasp this phenomenon.
âExactly.â you looked at him thoughtfully. âOver time, as I have watched over you, youâve somehow become aware of me. Itâs as if the bond between us allowed you to see me when others canât.â
You let the words hang, hoping it answered the mystery that had puzzled him for so long. Charles turned back to the stove, his movements slower, as if he were allowing himself time to absorb what you had just said. After a moment, he turned to look at you again.
âBack in SingaporeâŚI kept thinking of you, wondering if you were real or just in my head.â he hesitated, then continued. âAnd you appeared, it was like you sensed me or something.â
âThatâs precisely what happened,â a gentle smile crossed your face as you saw the gears turning inside his head. âI could feel your thoughts, your longing to see me, and so I came to you. Your thoughts, they called to me.â
âBut why do you always disappear?â he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and exasperation. âEvery time I think I already have you here, youâre gone the second I look away.â
âItâs not by choice, Charles.â you met his gaze, understanding his frustration. âMy presence here beside you is not permanent. I have duties beyond just watching over you, it is my duty to guide other people as well. My duty is to help those souls cross peacefully into the afterlife, which means Iâm often called away. Thatâs why I canât always be here, even if you want me to be.â
âI understand,â he said softly as he looked down, absorbing your words. âItâsâŚstrange, but it does make sense.â
A comfortable silence fell between you and Charles as he took out a plate and transferred the pasta dish on it. You could still feel the wheels turning in his mind as he processed everything. After a moment, you spoke again.
âIf you want me to be with you, well, there is a way.â you said.
He looked up at you, now intrigued. âA way?â
You nodded. âYes. If you light a match or a lighter and call for me, then blow it out, Iâll hear it, and Iâll come to you.â
âWhy a match?â Charlesâ brows furrowed as he considered it.
âFire.â you explained. âIt is a symbol of transition. Itâs an ancient element that is used to connect realms, to call forth spirits, and to bridge the distance between worlds. When you light a match or a lighter, you are creating a momentary flame that connects you to my realm, and when you blow the fire out, it becomes a messageâa summons. Iâll hear it, wherever I am.â
âSo, I justâŚcall out to you, light a flame, and youâll come?â Charlesâ lips curved into a small smile.
âYes.â you returned his smile, feeling the warmth in his gaze. âAs long as you need me, Charles. Wherever you are, Iâll always find a way to be there.â
Charles looked at you with a mix of gratitude and something deeper, a newfound comfort that seemed to settle over him. In that quiet moment, Charles reached for his fork, but his gaze lingered on you, a newfound clarity softening his features.
âThank you.â he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
He then placed a plate of pasta right in front of you, and you tilted your head, looking at the dish with sheer curiosity and slight confusion. Charles noticed your expression, stopping mid-motion as he raised his own fork.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, his voice gentle but genuinely concerned.
âI donâtâŚeat,â you explained softly, gaze flickering between him and the plate, offering him a small, apologetic smile. âCelestials donât have the need for food, so I donât know what itâs like to taste something, let alone pasta.â you could see a flicker of surprise and something that almost looked like offense pass over his face.
âWhat? Youâve never tasted pasta?â he asked, shocked, as he looked down at his beloved dish, looking genuinely horrified. âPasta isâŚitâs comforting, itâs warmth and tradition. Itâs something everyone has to try.â
âOkay, imagine thisâitâs soft and a little chewy, warm andâŚkind of like a hug, but for your mouth.â he added, grinning at you with his eyes lighting up. âAnd with this tomato sauce, its got this balance of sweet and tangy, a bit salty too, it justâŚmakes everything feel better.â his expression softened.
You watched Charles as he spoke, entranced and touched by his earnest attempt to describe something so familiar to him yet so foreign to you. Spending this time with him, watching his animated expression, hearing his heartfelt explanations, you begin to understand why his father and Jules had spoken of him so warmly in their final moments. Charles was not only passionate, but genuinely kind and unpretentiously funny. There was a gentleness to him that touched your heart, even if it couldnât beat the way a humanâs did.
Hours slipped by so fast, and you both found yourselves seated on his living room couch, talking quietly, the evening light fading around you. Charles asked questions after questions, fascinated by your world and by what you do. You answered each one as best as you could, and with each answer, his awe seemed to deepen. You shared stories of guiding other souls, moments of peace and love you had witnessed. He listened, hanging onto each word, and you could see a newfound calmness in his eyes.
While you were in the middle of telling him a story about guiding an elderly woman who had waited until all her children were by her side before letting go, you heard a soft sound. Glancing to your right, you found Charles with his head tipped back against the couch cushion, his breathing steady and calm. He had drifted off, exhaustion settling over him like a soft blanket. For a moment, you just watched him, studying his peaceful face. Charlesâ long lashes rested against his cheeks, and a gentle warmth seemed to radiate from him, a stark contrast to the chill you carried with you.
A quiet yearning tugged at you as you lifted a hand, your fingers hovering near his face. You wanted, just once, to feel the warmth of human skin, to know what it was like to truly touch, but you know better. If you let your fingers graze him, he would only feel a cold wisp of air, a reminder that you didnât belong to this world in the same way as Charles did. So, reluctantly, you lowered your hand and simply looked at him, memorizing the moment.
You had spent nearly the entire day with Charles, and though part of you longed to stay, you knew it was time to leave. Quietly, you stood up from the couch and made your way to where Leo was resting nearby. You knelt down beside the little dachshund, who lifted his head to watch you with those soulful eyes, tail giving a soft wag, and you reached out, your fingers ghosting over his fur.
âLeo, I know that your past life was not kind to you and had been cut short, but youâre safe now. In this life, youâre well taken care of and so loved.â you spoke softly, as Leo seemed to tilt his head, like he understood every word you say. âCharles is a good man, he will love and take care of you, always.â
As you straightened up, Leo continued to watch you, his eyes filled with a sense of understanding. You turned to take one last look at Charles, still asleep on the couch, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. A soft smile crept over your face as you watched him, there was a wave of warmth washing over you, even without a heartbeat to drive it.
With a final, quiet glance at Leo, who looked back at you with trusting eyes, you let yourself disappear, and slipped back into the unseen world that had always separated you from the people you guided. Yet, for a short moment, you knew you had left a part of yourself with Charles and Leo in that Monaco apartment.
Charles woke up with a dull ache running through his neck, reminding him of the night he had spent sleeping on the couch. He rubbed the sore spot, groaning slightly as he tried to stretch out the stiffness. For a moment, he just sat there, gathering his thoughts, until the memories of last nightâs memory surfaced. The conversation, quiet moments, and then the emptiness when he realized you had left. He sat back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as a sense of longing settled over him, a quiet ache that wasnât so easily stretched away.
A small bark drew his attention to Leo, who was sitting nearby, watching him with an endearing tilt of his head, and noticing Charlesâ contemplative state. He smiled and reached out, calling Leo over.
âWhat do you think, Leo? It was one strange night, huh?â Leo padded over gently, wagging his tail as Charles scooped him up, holding him close.
For a few minutes, Charles simply enjoyed and basked in the warmth of Leo in his arms, the familiar comfort that Leo offered in the midst of all the strange, unexplainable things that he was feeling. Last night had been a fever dream for him, but he knew that it was real, that it happened.
âDo you think itâs strange? Wanting to see her again?â he added. Leo just responded with a quiet, comforting look and nestled close to Charles.
After a while, curiosity began to gnaw at him. Charles could not shake the desire to know more about you, as to why he felt this pull, this connection that seemed impossible and yet so real. He padded into his bedroom, grabbed his laptop and settled in, typing Celestial Angels into the search bar. Countless articles, myths, and even fiction flooded his screen. Charles sifted through several pages, skipping over anything that seemed overly romanticized or far-fetched, until one article caught his eye.
The article spoke of Celestial Angels who formed deep bonds with their humans, describing how they acted as protectors, watchers, and guides. It mentioned the rare connection that could occur, a phenomenon where an angel might become so deeply intertwined with a human soul that they developed a sense of longing or even love, something that was both a blessing and a curse for the Celestial. As he read further, Charles could not help but wonder if this was what he had experienced, if this was the reason he kept seeing you, why he felt such a pull toward you.
Charles then stumbled upon a book: The Celestials by an author named Celestine Williams. The cover featured a faint, ethereal image of a figure wrapped in light, the silhouette barely discernible, much like he imagined you, and the description noted that it explored the stories and folklore surrounding Celestials and their interactions with humans, a deep dive book. The reviews were glowing, a few feedbacks talking about how the book shed light on the mysteries of these beings and the unique connections they could form. Without a second thought, Charles clicked buy, hoping the book would give him a glimpse into your world, something that might help him understand you much better.
Charles then returned his attention back to the article. But his focus kept drifting, thoughts of you had surfaced in his mind unbidden, wondering where you were right now, what you might be doing, if you were watching over someone else or wandering through some hidden place unknown to humans. The pull to see you, to call you, was growing stronger by the second, becoming a quiet ache that settled deep in his chest.
He set the laptop aside, exhaling as he mulled over the idea. Charles remembered what you had told him when he needed youâthat he could call you by lighting a match or a lighter, a summon that would draw you to him. He doesn't know if it would even work, or if you would even come, but the need to see you was already overriding any doubts that he has. So he then grabbed a small lighter that he kept somewhere hidden in his kitchen and went to his living room, sitting down on the couch with Leo curled up beside him.
Charles knew it was kind of absurd, like it was something straight out of a fairy tale of a late-night ghost story, but last night, you had told him that if he wanted to see you, all he had to do was light a flame and call out to you. A part of him, the rational side, wanted to shrug it off as nonsense. But then the other part of him had witnessed things that were impossible and felt that strange connection to you, urging him to at least give it a try.
âAm I really fucking doing this?â he murmured, looking down at Leo for approval. But Leo just looked at him, with a face that said âwhatâs the harm in trying?â âAh, fuck it.â
Finally, with a deep breath, he flicked the lighter on, watching the tiny flame flame dance as he whispered out to you, a barely audible plea for you to return. The flame flickered as he called out to you, then he blew it out gently, his eyes lingering on the wisp of smoke that rose and faded. His heart was pounding, unsure if should expect an immediate response or if he had simply made a wish to the empty air.
A hush settled over the quiet living room, and for a moment, nothing really happened. Charles felt a pang of disappointment, even a touch of embarrassment at how eager he was and had hoped. He let out a disheartening chuckle, letting out a quiet sight right after, and lowering the lighter, thinking that maybe he had been mistaken or that the depth of the bond he felt was just his pure imagination.
Just as he stood up, about to return the lighter back into the kitchen, Charles felt a shift in the air, a delicate, almost undetectable shimmer, like a faint breeze brushing across his skin. He looked up, and there you were, standing in the soft morning light, an almost imperceptible glow framing your presence. The world seemed to pause, the weight of the day fading away as he took in the sight of you. You stood there, a soft, otherworldly light around you, the faintest hint of warmth in your eyes as you looked at him. Charles felt his breath hitching, he had not realized how much he missed seeing you until now. He began feeling a strange mix of relief and happiness.
âYou called for me?â you asked softly, your voice like a distant melody.
Charles nodded, suddenly feeling a little bit embarrassed, but unable to look away at you. âIâŚI did, I hope itâs okay. I justâŚâ he paused, fumbling over his words. âI wanted to see if it works, and to see you again. I donât know why, but I couldnât stop thinking about you.â
âYouâre allowed to call for me, Charles. Thatâs why I told you how you can reach for me.â you smiled gently, a warmth in your expression that seemed to reach him despite your distance.
âIâve been reading about Celestial Angels, trying to understand.â he let out a soft chuckle, placing his hands inside of his pockets, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable. âI came across all these stories about angels whoâŚform connections with their humans.â Charles looked down, collecting his thoughts.
âI guess I just wanted to understand what we have. Why do you keep on appearing, and why does it feel like I know you, even though I donât really.â he added.
âThe connection between an angel and their human isnât something that happens every day. Itâs rare, something beyond explanation.â your expression softened, and took a slow step forward, closing the gap between you. âWeâre not supposed to form attachments, but sometimes, itâs as if the universe allows it, just for a moment.â
âSoâŚitâs real, then? Iâm not imagining it at all?â his gaze never leaving you, but filled with curiosity.
âNo, Charles,â you shook your head. âYouâre not imagining it. Itâs real. You were always different, even from the first time I saw you.â
âI donât know what this all means, but I want to understand.â he let out a breath he hadnât realized he was holding, voice quiet, and a raw honesty was lacing his tone as he held your gaze.
âSometimes, understanding isnât possible, not in a way humans desire. Some things simply are.â you said quietly.
You then placed a hand near his, close enough that Charles could almost feel your presence, but not quite touching. The silence stretched, rich and weighty, filled with words left unsaid. Finally, he managed a faint smile.
âThank you. For you know, for coming.â Charles said softly.
âFor you, I always will.â you replied, smiling at him.
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đđŞđŽđ˘đ đđđŚđ đđ¨đŚđđ§ + đđđđ˘đ§đ đĄđ đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛
ft. No eul (guard 11) + Se mi (player 380) separately
warnings: suggestive themes but overall fluff
author's notes: thank you guys for the support!! I'm not even a good writer, but I'm glad you guys enjoy my work âĄ
đđ¨ đđŽđĽ ִָ֜࣪âž.
{Sfw}
đ No eul was hesitant to date you at first, not that there was anything wrong with you specifically. She just didn't want to disappoint you as she has trouble expressing herself. But you reassured her that it was ok to open up to you. It took a while but she eventually did and you two couldn't be happier.
đ You guys obviously met at the amusement park that she used worked at duh. At the time you worked as a kinder garden teacher , bringing the kids to watch the parade. You had lost one of the kids and No eul had found him for you, he was a crying mess but safe nonetheless. Wanting to repay her you suggested to take her out to lunch the next day. She refused at first but soon agreed after you kept on insisting.
đ No eul is pretty protective over you, not that you need it but she feels content on keeping you by her side. Always looking out for you ,if any creepy guy tried flirting with you she'd give them a stern glare and tell them to f off. If they still persisted, que No eul dragging his ass to a dark alleyway to beat him up.
" You didn't have to go that far," you say as you frantically looked around to see if there were any witnesses. "I know , but he deserved it," she simply stated while she headed towards the direction of your shared apartment to blow off some steam.
đ pda isn't really her thing unless she's really pissed at someone flirting with you that she loses her cool and would dead ass look the person in the eyes while kissing you. Other than that she likes holding your hand and giving you small pecks on your cheek/forehead throughout the day.
đ Dating spots/ideas: libraries, your apartment rooftop, cute cafes or sometimes you guys would travel to the countryside.
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đ oh boy, she's rough and assertive during intimacy. This is mostly due to her personality but she also likes your cute reactions whenever she goes down at you. She's open to anything as long as your OK with it. Lots of bandage and maybe gunplay if she has one. But if you just wanted to go slow and gentle then she will do so.
đđ đŚđ˘ ďžđśďžđś
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đ Let's be honest , you fell for her first, but she fell for you harder. Se mi's the one who asked you out first cause she found you cute and endearing, something that she's needs in her dull life.
đ A group of gangsters who tried stealing from you which Se mi had noticed when she went by with her motorbike (yes she owns one its canon yall). She stepped in to save you and they ended up in a dumpster. That day was the day you felt a small spark between you both and Se mi felt it too.
đ Omg you guys would definitely go to the nearest animal shelter and adopt a black female kitty. Her name would be Noir cause why not, also she reminds you so much of Se mi. The way the both act and look so similar baffled you but you didn't complain.
đ Se mi would occasionally bring you bouquets of your favourite flowers and would gift you small presents/trinkets that remind her of you. One time she bought you her perfume that she wears so you would smell of her while she was away. Or you'd just steal her clothes (she smells of cherries/smoke).
đ Big fan of pda, she'd have her hands all over you. Whether it was holding your waist/hand or resting her arm over your shoulder, bringing you into her chest. Totally would be smug about it whenever she'd see how flustered you were. If you didn't like pda then she would respect your opinion and stick with just holding your hand.
Dating spots/ideas: motorbike rides. I repeat motorbike ridess. Y'all would deffo be freaky on the bike but you didn't hear that from me. Beach dates, music festivals/concerts, funfairs and rides around the city. If Se mi wasn't broke then she'd take you to fancy restaurants, because you deserve all her love.
{Nsfw}
đ Lordd, she's amazing in bed. Literally knows how to make you come undone with just her tongue and fingers. Would definitely lock eyes with you the whole time she's eating you out. She'd make you have eye contact with hers the whole time otherwise she won't let you cum. Has all sorts of toys to test on you and a special black dildo just for you. Shes never really gotten to this point with other partners so consider yourself lucky. Omg the piercing would just turn you on even more like hello?? She'd use it to her advantage.
"You slut, look at me not the ceiling" she'd drawled, making you whine and forced yourself to look back down at her. She had that damn smirk on her lips while she trusted her fingers into you hitting the right spot , making you squirt all over her face.
Ps. Let me if you guys want more hc's and send more requests if you like my work <3 also like, reblog or follow if you like my content âĄ
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cw for d slur reclaimed, sexual content.
"Reclaiming femme... again" by Mary Frances Platt, featured in The Persistent Desire: a Femme-Butch Reader (1992)
ID below the cut. I also want to direct you to a section of a piece by Arlene Istar also in this collection, but I'm gonna link this here once I publish it separately so this isn't too long.
[ID: Scan of pages of a book. Title reads: "Reclaiming femme... again" in big text. Above that, slightly smaller text says "Mary Frances Platt". The story reads: "Yes, it's true: I was the type of young femme who managed the girls' basketball team in high school, just to be able to take in the sight of those butches parading their muscles up and down the court. I found Girl Scout camp to be femme heaven and reveled in being able to explore my athletic self and still maintain my femmeness. And, to my horror, I have to admit pushing Tina away from my breasts in the back seat of a Buick while attending Mount Saint Mary Seminary.
And then there was feminism ... Although I came out as a "gay" woman before reading The Feminine Mystique, the seventies brand of white feminism had me trimming my nails and cutting off my hair. Soon I was outfitted in farmer jeans and high tops. And still I was told by my 'sisters' that I didn't 'look like a dyke' (read: I didn't look butch).
I began to lead two lives â one as an outrageous, skirted, lipsticked femme while I worked in and traveled with carnivals, and another as an imitation butch back home in the women's community. Eventually, I pulled the pieces of my being back together and proclaimed boldly, 'I am a working-class lesbian femme.'
So, I had maybe six years of revelling in unleashing my seductive femme self when, as lives go, mine changed: slowly at first and then more dramatically.
Recurring back pain and limited range of motion were finally diagnosed. Soon after came decreased mobility. No more mountain climbing. No long mall walks in search of the perfect piece of sleaze. No more standing against kitchen walls while being gloriously fucked by some handsome butch. I stopped using alcohol and drugs, became ill with what is now known as CFIDS (Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome), and began to use a three-wheeled power chair.
The more disabled I became, the more I mourned the ways my sexual femme self had manifested through the nondisabled me: cruising at the local lezzie bar, picking a dyke whose eyes refused to stray from mine,
dancing seductively, moving all of me for all of her. Cooking: love and suggestion neatly tucked into the folds of a broccoli quiche. Serving my date in varying, sleazy clothing, removing layers as the meal and our passion progressed. And making love ... feeling only pleasure as my hips rose and fell under the weight of her. Accomplishment and pride smirked across my face as her wrists finally submitted to the pressure of strong, persistent hands. These are the ways I knew to be femme, to be the essence of me.
It's been five years now since I began using a wheelchair. I am just awakening to a new reclamation of femme. Yes, I still grieve the way I was, am still often unsure how this femme with disabilities will act out her seduction scenes. I still marvel when women find passion amidst the chrome and rubber that is now part of me.
There have been numerous dates, lovers, relationships, sexual partners, and flirtations along the way. Cindy, Jenny, Ellie, Emma, Diane, Dorothy, Gail, June, Clove, Lenny, Cherry, Diana, Sarah I, and Sarah II. You have all reminded me in your own subtle or overt, quiet or wild ways that I am desirable, passionate, exciting, wanted.
Yes, I am an incredibly sexual being. An outrageous, loud-mouthed femme who's learning to dress, dance, cook, and seduce on wheels; finding new ways to be gloriously fucked by handsome butches and aggressive femmes. I hang out more with the sexual outlaws now â you know, the motorcycle lesbians who see wheels and chrome between your legs as something exciting, the leather women whose vision of passion doesn't exclude fat, disabled me.
Ableism tells us that lesbians with disabilities are asexual. (When was the last time you dated a dyke who uses a wheelchair?) Fat oppression insists that thin is in and round is repulsive. At times, these voices became very loud, and my femme, she hid quietly amidst the lies.
Now, my femme is rising again. The time of doubt, fear, and retreat has passed. I have found my way out of the lies and the oppression and moved into a space of loving and honoring the new femme who has emerged. This lesbian femme with disabilities is wise, wild, wet, and wanting. Watch out." End image description.]
we need so much more love for androgynous femme dykes who donât fit a very narrow idea of what it is to be a femme. femmes donât always wear makeup, shave, wear skirts or dresses, and might seem masculine by societyâs standards and I love them so much.
this should go without saying but this goes doubly for femmes of color & trans femmes. society sometimes questions and invalidates your presentation & femininity for not fitting into the narrative that is pushed and you are loved the way you are đ§Ą
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Finally got to see âNosferatuâ (2024) and what a masterpiece. Peak gothic horror, my teenage self came alive with this film. This is truly for the gothic horror, history and folklore enjoyers.
Eggers brings the audience into the Victorian era; not only visually but on the storytelling itself. There are so many layers happening here. This film is a meditation on sex and death, modernity and spirituality, science and superstition. Itâs set in the 19th century, at the dawn of the modern Western world; and as Europeans move towards technology and science, they drift away from folklore and pagan religions. Itâs no coincidence that Orlok comes into Germany to terrorize a city, the ultimate symbol of civilization.
Our protagonist Ellen is a seer, a medium, an âenchantressâ like Orlok calls her, and even Von Franz recognizes she could have been a âPriestess of Isisâ had she been born in pagan times. Unfortunately for Ellen, she was born in the âwrong eraâ and sheâs brutally medicalized for her gifts, being diagnosed as a âmelancholic hysteric somnambulistâ aka hyper-sexual depressive and suicidal. Sheâs able to see beyond the realm of the living, which causes her to summon and awake Orlok from his centuries old nap, at the beginning of the movie, and develop a psychosexual connection with him; which is, indeed, what separates this story from the other âDraculaâ adaptations.
Count Orlok is the archetypal Death, here; which culminates with the âDeath and the Maidenâ motif at the end. This was a very popular Art History archetype around the so-called âPlague yearsâ (14th to 16th century) in Europe, and itâs often connected with other motifs like âDanse Macabreâ and âMemento Moriâ. It has several meanings depending on the author intent, usually a reminder of our mortality, but also a meditation on sex and death, as in the French âla petite mortâ (âlittle deathâ), the post-orgasm sensation, sexual release potentially causing temporary loss of consciousness (fainting) or dizziness. In the Medieval Ages, physicians believed orgasms could lead to death because they drained the âlife forceâ from the body. This was when the term âpetite mortâ was created, and this belief persisted into the Renaissance and beyond. In âNosferatuâ this probably translates in the sexual pleasure that Orlok imprints on his victims as he drains their life force.
Thomas is a ambitious young man who marries Ellen, and he craves the status and the money his long-friend Friedrich Harding has. At Thomasâ side, Ellen âgiftsâ appear to have been blocked, and sheâs able to lead a ânormal lifeâ. This caused her to developed a somewhat co-dependent relationship with him. And this makes me ask: does Ellen truly loves him or does she loves the idea of herself with him? Ellen profound need to feel loved also extends to her friendship with Anna, and she even thanks her for loving her. This is also a desire she expresses to Orlok, as she accuses him of being incapable of loving her (in the human sense), this being the reason for her resisting to succumb to his offer (Thomas loves her, he doesnât).
Many interpretations have been brought forward about Ellen story (abuse, grooming, etc.), personally I disagree. I see it as a metaphorical story of depression (Ellen not only gets diagnosed with âmelancholyâ, the Victorian equivalent for âDepressionâ, but she also presents a lot of synonyms of Bordeline Personality Disorder), and how it can wreck havoc on the lives of those around us when the proper medical treatment is not available, and it culminates with Ellen joining Orlok/Death = committing suicide. Like Orlok himself, she can never be satiated with the world of the living, and finds fulfillment in death, and him as a âpast loverâ can be interpreted not only with suicidal ideation but actual attempts.
The influence of Grand Guignol theatre is also visible in some scenes, where horror and comedy are blended. Some scenes are indeed very theatrical and this seems intentional.
Personally, I didnât find this film scary (as in terrifying). Itâs macabre and eerie, for sure. Visually, itâs stunning. Amazing cinematography, very atmospheric and dream-like. Customs and sets are incredible. A feast for historians like myself. I was gushing over the medieval architecture of Orlok castle because of course I was. The attention to detail in this film is incredible. I absolutely loved Orlok character design as the âRenaissance plague carrierâ.
#nosferatu 2024#Nosferatu#robert eggers#ellen hutter#count orlok#lily rose depp#bill skarsgĂĽrd#bill skargard
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very like, very like.
for @janeuary-month. day 4 - portraiture. Fandom: Persuasion. Anne Elliot/Frederick Wentworth, Established Relationship.
Also on AO3.
They sit for the portrait in CĂĄdiz, in a cramped artist's studio with a view to the marina.
High masts prickling a low sky, the business of a short-lived peacetime climbing inside the windows along with a few tendrils of fragrant honeysuckle, not enough to cover the smells of turpentine or bitter almond liqueur ingrained into the walls.
A good use for the profits of Frederick's most recent prize, and a peculiar hankering of his. A whim of the day, at the end of a long conversation when they took shelter from the high sun beside the church.
"I have spent years avoiding thinking of you, and wondering how much I had forgotten of your countenance," he said. "How much you may have changed."
"I grew sallower, I think," Anne noted."Thinner, and with less roses upon my cheeks, though I was not so freckled as I am now. No, one of us only grew handsomer in separation."
Her husband kissed the back of her hand over her glove, pressed the warmth of it against his breast.
Years after their marriage, the old injuries they had dealt each other had much eroded in sharpness, a reminder that ached and prickled and did not mark the shape of their days.
Not easily laughed at; though Frederick could make her smile, not happily, by mentioning some of the foolish things he had done in trying to hold her in his heart only with dismay - walking out of recitals when a song she had liked was played on the piano, pretend to loathe Figaro when speaking to a disciple of one of Mozart's disciple, lie unwisely to his sister to little and unprofitable results.
"Your eyes were lovelier," Frederick said. His fingers, light and careful, wrapped around a stray curl of the windswept hair beneath her bonnet. "And they are lovelier yet today. As they may grow moreso in time, I would like to have a keepsake for memory, for when the mind falters."
The composition did not permit much irreverence; it was to be a small painting, larger than a miniature but not overly large, just the right size for a Captain's cabin.
Still, the artist was young and forceful, used to a clientele of officers and officer's wives and sweethearts. He flirted politely with Mrs. Wentworth, was politely indifferent to the Captain's opinions on background colors, made himself amusing with presenting a number of nautical implements laid out for choice.
"I have not seen so many broken astrolabes all together since my midshipman days," Frederick commented, turned a small model of a ship inside a bottle between his palms. "Many officer's children brought to pose, then?"
Indeed. Indeed, of course; and midshipmen, too. Anne took the small bottle, rubbed some old jammy thumbprints with the edge of her kerchief. For a moment her thoughts turned to her nephews, as they sometimes did, not often. It was good to live in peacetime, better to live in peacetime with no child of her family in the lists of the Navy.
You must sent us a copy. The sketches at the very least, so we might have them engraved, Sophy wrote to her brother and sister-in-law.
It is past time. In truth I had expected Frederick to beg you to sit for a miniature when you were wed; though there was little time then, and being lucky enough to sail together, I suppose he prefers the living model. But it is good to have these things; I for one brag quite badly of you to my acquaintances, so make certain to send a decent likeness, and a handsome one at that. The better, if you can have Frederick to do as Nelson did and trim his sideburns for it. He has not the cheeks to do them justice, as he indeed he ought to have learned already, if means to do justice to Anne's countenance.
Frederick did trim his sideburns for it. He did however sent his sister the first sketch only, before visiting his barber. Anne touched the neat line of his jaw afterwards, pressed her cheek to his to test them pleasing rasp of skin against skin.
They stood side-by-side, Captain and Mrs. Wentworth, for the initial sketching and then three or four further sessions, in between social engagements and official meetings.
It was something of a bother, but no true irritation, made better for the mirror against the studio wall, from which they could gauge their stance, and spy the other.
Few things in marriage are better conductive to love than a happy secret in company. The Wentworths had learned that even in their first betrothal, had long mastered the art of speaking from the side of their mouths in company, and having conversations in glances alone, which many a happy couple does possess, and few own to.
In the end Anne held a spyglass against her breast, while her husband rested a hand upon his sword, and another against the curve of her arm. Near enough the starch in his collar filled her nose. A few times he did touch her loose curls, to tease or adore; then the artist turned his back to fetch some paint or linseed oil, and pretended at polite deafness. Sailors, port side artists know, were very like each other, no more so than when in love.
 Not more than three months they stayed in Cådiz, and a pleasant time it was, more so by the knowledge of its brevity. In this fashion they passed some afternoons, and referred friends in their circles to the care of the artist. As for the painting, it referred itself.
A fine painting from a fairly mediocre hand, with some fine Mediterranean light to it; all that saw it agreed something to that effect. His epaulets glittered, her mantilla was well-made, and the lace passably managed in oil.
A handsome man; and the lady's eyes were striking. One could tell, not by the varnish or the trick of light in a delicate paint stroke, but the angle of her husband's chin, tilted to glance sideways at her profile.Â
#janeuary 2025#janeuary#persuasion#anne elliot#frederick wentworth#anne elliot x frederick wentworth#day 4#sophia croft#jane austen fanfiction#persuasion fanfiction#no content warning applies
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Hand on Heart (Jake Seresin x Singlemom!reader) chapter 7
Summary: While Jake is coming to terms with the strong feeling building , y/n is trying to make sense of her own while showing she was ok , only when everything become to real well it hard to ignore it all
warning: some angst, allusions to shitty childhood and toxic parents, Jake coming to the rescue in more ways than one , some goofy humour , some feels , not proofread also written on my phone so if there is error let pretend there isnt ok đ
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Why was it so difficult , it shouldnât be this wasnât the first time she was this close . Yet she was forcing her eyes to look at the screen in front of her and stop staring the man , her friend who was here to comfort her . She tried to remind herself of the play boy thing but even she was starting to doubt that or maybe he was just like that with friends ⌠but he didnât do that for the other right? .Â
â hey whats up donât tell me your bored after defending the hell out of this so called masterpiece â he chuckled.Â
â no itâs still good just iâm hungry â she lied wondering was his voice always that sexy .Â
â javy got us burgers they should be here in twenty â he laughed and she bit her bottomed lip ignoring how the touch made her skin come alive , she was upset was all or what she kept telling herself.Â
â What time is Belle coming home at?â he asked.Â
â benny fucked up the flights so gonna be the afternoon â she rolled her eyes.Â
â I can't wait to see her , itâs too quiet hereâ he teased.Â
â i can be noisy snake and ladders â she got up and headed to the kitchen . â want a beer? â she called .Â
â yupâ he called back . â i sure hell need one â he muttered ignoring how hot his skin felt . this wasnât like him reduce to flushing at silly remarks like a puberty ridden boy popping boners all cause of pretty girls paid him attention . â pull it together â he scolded himselfÂ
â i appreciate you keeping me company tonight â he looked up to see her handing him the beer . â it means alot but i hope i ainât cramping your style â .Â
â cramping my style â his brow raise and an amused grin on his face.Â
â you know the whole lady killer thing you got going on , you know what i mean asshole â she laughed , her head thrown back he love seeing her like this , happy and herself . Â
â nah itâs not as fun as you make it sound like âhe shook his head.Â
â what sex is boringâ she arched her brow.Â
â meaningless sex after awhile is , not at the time but afterâ he admitted a truth he never thought he would be saying out loud . but sure as shit did he mean it .Â
â sound like you want a connection â she smiled softly her cheek laying on the arm that was propped on the back of sofa .Â
â guess i am â he didnât know how or why it happened as he leaned forward suddenly he was doing the same almost studying her face every single part lost in the action to see her doing the very same time , like he was moving more forward , he was close so close yet the doorbell ringing snapped whatever trance the two were in before she was rushing off of the chair and heading off. the soft giggle and door closing she held the bag up almost awkward smile on her face as she looked back .Â
â the burgersâÂ
â good i'm hungry â he nodded sadly knowing he was so close and so far all in one breathe. the rest of the night was back to normal neither bringing up the almost moment , not knowing if it was just them or something that was pulling them to each other. it was like the universe was calling to them both and them refusing to see it . talking away to the point when he leaving , his hug lingered , his steps slow almost hesitation in the movement before sucking it up and getting in his  truck and driving home . His mind trying to separate his wishes from reality , did he image it or did he actually nearly kiss the woman he couldn't get out since he's first laid eyes on her. it had to be some hypnosis of some form , how it was impossible to even fathom it all seemed nuts , crazy , it was something himself before her would of laughed at yet it was happening and he didn't know what to do . this wasnât like all the others , he knew that a quick fuck and goodbye would help cure it all. yet his cocky ego was no where to be found only some part of himself he didn't recognise , a vulnerable almost afraid side that would bare himself to this woman and it end badly so maybe keeping it inside , keeping himself from acting and it would pass would be the right call because he did not want to lose two people who became a fast and sure part of his life . he could suck it up right? .Â
she barely lifted her head from the pillow and already she felt it coming . that sick gut wrenching feeling of knowing she would see him , was she ready  to stand face to face with beau simpson ⌠not even a little bit . she was raised better than that , her grandmother raised her strong and resilient . she could be civil , she could do this . mainly because one she just got here , two moving wouldn't be good for belle and three she liked it here so her maybe (definitely is) sperm donor was not going to mess with that , it wasn't going to mess with her life . she went through her life of messy parental drama that she wasn't going to let it dictate her adult one too. a stretch and yawn as she headed to grab a shower , knowing jake was probably on his way giving the new sort of routine the two had not that she minded one bit. just like she predicted the moment she got dried off and into her overalls the doorbell rang and she was opening the door there he stood the tray of coffee in one hand and bag filled with food in the other .Â
â Why are you dressed? â his eyebrows furrowed as he followed her down to the kitchen .
â can't go work naked i mean i want mav to look at me differently but not too differently â she teased taking two plates out for the food . â Look, a dad abandoning me isn't new so I'm not gonna hide awayâ she shrugged even though the world made her stomach twist and feelings pushing down .Â
â if you wanna go home at any point tell me or mav ok â  he sighed knowing it was useless even if he thought it was a bad idea . He hoped that Belle would be home earlier than scheduled knowing one that her mama missed her and two so did he and the dagger squad plus belle could take her mind off of every as well as her big brother that was for .  he could tell she was off no matter how much she pretended it didn't . that strong unbothered front showing cracks before the facade of being ok showed once more. when they left out her front door instead of carpooling she hopped into her own car so he got in with her, leaving his truck in the driveway even waving to her neighbours as they headed out .Â
â i don't need a babysitter gameboyâ she rolled her eyes .Â
â I ain't babysitting nectarineâ he shot back . â that's nats job â he chuckled as she whined.Â
 â I'm ok really look its shitty , it is and it sucks but i ain't gonna cry over a repeated situation , i don't want to be babied"she sighed .Â
â ok but if it gets too much ?â he asked.Â
â i will tell mav.. and you â she rolled her eyes as they pulled  into the car park ... somewhat satisfied he got out of her car , heading into the base. The first sign was her greetings. they weren't cheer filled greetings more half assed , force just like the smile on her face . it didn't quite reach her eyes and then when her eyes landed on beau simpson she froze , visibly froze in her spot before he wrapped his arm around her off shaking his head when he saw the man was about to move towards them . Â
The dagger squad knew something was up , they knew something happened with the cyclone but not to the full extent only drawing their own sort of conclusions .  each wanting to comfort her in some way and yet not knowing what to say without upsetting her more. Mav could see throughout the morning of her watching the entrance every now and again or during lunch how she walked in her head low. Nothing like the woman who walked in like life itself , no she was almost making herself so small , hidden away from everyone . His heart hurt for the young girl , a small amount of time she certainly made a big impact in their lives that was for sure . Then he looked down at his phone , maybe breaking rules and laws wasn't a good thing to do but when it would help he didn't mind. a small smile on his face as he headed out the cafeteria . while she ate she could feel their eyes on her , each mouth opening and closing something and nothing to say all in one . Â
â ask , i know y'all wanna so go â she looked up as they suddenly  found their food very interesting except nat who wanted to get to the point .Â
â was he inappropriate with you?â .
â not in the way your thinking , he maybe my dad my mama said he is but then again she also said ny dad is my dad so i cant really confirm her word on thingsâ she watched each and every fork fall . â you where there why you surprise , even punch his ass â she looked at jake . only for rooster to choke on his drink .Â
â you punched cyclone are you crazy â javy hissed.Â
â it ok i warned him not to do anything â she waved them off .Â
â ok back to he might be your father what the hellâ nat whispered.Â
â yeah apparently when he was stationed in texas he and my mom had a fling while my maybe , maybe not father was on a bender and well then he watched me grow up til i was a child without thinking hmm that could be mine or he did and just didnât care â she hummed. as they all looked back at their superior than looked at her  a couple of time but just as she went to stop them something else gained her attention .Â
âMAMA , MAMA â The little voice that made her hardest days the brightest as she turned to see her big brother and the light of her life standing at the entrance of the cafeteria . right there and then the woman before the massive secret , before her world was shifted . The bright happy cheer filled smile they new and loved .Â
â Belle â rooster cheered .Â
â back of turkey i will fight you â she warned getting up from her seat as the man gulped and her friends laugh .  rushing up gaining the toddlers attention but not only the toddlers attention .Â
he felt her heart fall into his stomach , the moment he saw Benny standing at the doorway with a small child , he knew who it was straight off the bat . the mini version of y/n calling out for her . how he wanted to be able to enjoy the reunion and yet the fact of being a grandfather being all too real . The fact he had missed out on so much made the guilt rise more and more and yet he was stuck to the seat. Beau Simpson never claimed to be perfect but in that moment right there and then he felt lower than garbage for ignoring and not doing the right thing all those years . It took all of him not to crawl to her and her daughter on his hand and knee begging for forgiveness , to catch up to make up for everything he missed out on . he kept himself stuck to that chair like the rest of the people in that cafeteria . he was stuck being a bystander in the scene instead of a participant. he had to make it right , he had to find a way to be in her life and he was ready to go through hell and back if that was the case.Â
Just that little smile , the feeling of her little body in her arms was what she needed, what made her centered. It was also what made her aware of the mess of the situation , another thing she was going to have to explain to her daughter once she was older. when it really felt real and made her hypersensitive to her surroundings . She could feel an audience , feel his eyes and belle was there . that sinking feeling making her rush out with her daughter in her arms from the peering eyes and worried looks . not a moment of hesitation , not a second passing before Jake was out of his own seat and rushing after her . It didn't matter nothing in that moment, only the fact that she was ok .Â
â Just friends my ass â Benny smirked before walking over to the one man he did have a problem with . â Sir, I would like to speak to you,personal matter, maybe tomorrow at the hard deck i believe it's called, â he said as Beau nodded before making his own exit in the direction to find his little sister.Â
she was sitting in the her car belle on her lap , feeling more herself , more free of his presence . she wasn't in his view hell she made it her sole goal to keep her daughter out of the her own parental messes , her mom nor father could she even call him that now have met belle and if she could keep it that way. just because she grew up in their messes it was never going to be that way for belle , she made that promise that day in the hospital when she first held her daughter in her arms .Â
âjakeâ the little voice giggled only for Y/n to see the blonde smiling down at her daughter .Â
â i wanna go home â she finally said .Â
â ok let get you girls home â Â
â y'all wait for me would be niceâ she could hear Benny calling making her realise she completely forgot he was there. â you ok peachâ he asked softly taking no offense knowing she was going through to much and putting on too brave of a face .Â
â I wanna go homeâ that voice was so small , so vulnerable, something she never showed to anyone other than her brothers.Â
â sit in back with belle , hey you not gonna get in trouble for heading off baseâ he turned to the blonde .Â
â nah i already talked with mav he cleared me to leave at any timeâ he shrugged . it wasn't a complete lie , he waited til she was completely busy before talking with the captain. Honestly, permission or not he was willing to break rules , she was worth breaking rules if it meant she was ok . The fact he was so happy to see Belle to know what he was feeling wasn't going to go away soon or maybe at all . no he knew there and then those two had his heart , he knew he had to tell her at some stage but now wasn't that time , he could put his feelings aside for now they in his mind were not important not now when she needed him , needed her friend .Â
 the relief she felt even more so when they walked into her home , her safe space . she notice as they walked in how perfectly he fit in that space how even when she thought she was going to break each and every time Jake seresin held her up and kept her grounded . how much Belle was excited for the man to be around as he carried her into the house while Benny was looking at his sister , almost seeing a gaze he hadnât seen in a long time but he knew it a long time ago .Â
âain't that a funny thingâ he chuckled .
â what ?â yet she didn't look his way not once .Â
âI never thought I see it again, that look I only ever saw growing up when she did anything from cooking dinner to helping with homework â he explained, making her turn brows furrowed in confusion at the nonsense . â yeah like the way grandpa used to look at grandma, the look of true loveâ he pushed her gently making his way into the house looking, giving himself a tour while she stood in shock and realization that only added to her jumble messy mind. Her eyes shot to the blonde and a gasp spilt from her lips, she was falling for her new friend and she was falling hard.Â
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Okay, I found my writing rhythm and reconstructed the last few chapters of "Wedding Plans". I was trying to jump directly into the wedding scene, but I'm going to do an intermediary/interlude chapter. Enjoy some Obamitsu fluff.
âMitsuri,â Obanai said and kissed her temple. She snuggled into his arms. âWe have to get up now,â he said and rubbed her upper arms. His lover grumbled lightly before opening her eyes.Â
âWhy canât we have five more minutes?â Mitsuri asked sleepily.Â
âBecause you said that five minutes ago,â Obanai reminded her. She pouted like a child being told she couldnât have sprinkles on her ice cream.Â
Mornings like these were his favorite. Lying in bed with Mitsuri until one of them had to leave for work and other errands. Watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest while he looked at the constellation of freckles over her cheeks. âCome on, we canât be late and itâs already-â he glanced at her white clock on the nightstand â-5:30. I agreed to pick up Genya.â
She kissed him lightly before separating. The morning light reflected in her eyes. He stroked her cheek. Maybe one day he would get used to the bubbling sense of love and admiration whenever she looked at him.Â
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As the day begins, Class 1-A files into their classroom, their teacher not yet arrived. They begin chatting amongst themselves, curious about the announcement Mr. Aizawa had made the day before.
âI wonder who the new teacher is,â Midoriya said, flipping through his notebook. âMr. Aizawa didnât say much about them. Is it someone we know?â
Bakugo snorted in response, rolling his eyes with a huff, âWho cares? As long as they donât slow us down, Iâm fine with it.â
âMaybe theyâll be cool!â Kaminari added, leaning back in his chair with a grin. âA new teacher means new training, right? Iâm ready to show off my stuff, and being separated will give us more one-on-one!â
âKeep dreaming,â Kirishima laughed, elbowing Kaminari in the side. âA new teacher means a chance to learn more. Gotta be positive, right?â he adds pointedly to Bakugou with a bright smile.
Just as the conversation heated up with everyone giving their own opinion on the upcoming change, the door slid open, and Aizawa walked in, his usual tired expression on his face. But this time, he wasnât alone.
The students immediately fell silent, eyes on the newcomer standing beside their teacher.
âClass, this is Y/N,â Aizawa said, his voice steady but not without the usual gruffness. âTheyâll be joining us today to help split the class for one-on-one training. From now on, theyâll be working alongside me to make sure you all get the attention you need, you probably know her as the number 4 hero, Loaded Dice.â
The students blinked in surprise as they sized you up. You werenât exactly a strangerâ Theyâd all seen you on the tv and even again when you helped with the battle to save Bakugou from the League, some of the more observant students mightâve noticed the familiarity between the two of you. But they couldnât shake the curiosity about this new teacher, and why such a highly ranked hero was now a teacher.
You smiled softly at the students, a warm but confident presence. âItâs nice to meet you all. I know Mr. Aizawa has been working hard to make sure each of you gets the right training, so Iâll be here to help with that,â you said, voice steady but kind. âIâll be taking on a smaller group to give you all more one-on-one time with your instructors.â
Some of the students were still looking a little unsure, but the reassurance in your tone seemed to settle their nerves.
âGood,â Aizawa grunted, his expression softening just a little as he glanced over at you. âNow, she will be splitting the class. Weâve already planned out the groupings, so weâll start today with some basic exercises like usual.â
The studentsâ chatter picked up again, but now there was more excitement in the air. They had questionsâwho would be working with who, what kinds of new training they could expect, and, most importantly, who you were as a teacher.
You could feel the weight of their gazes, the curiosityâand in some of them, a bit of skepticismâbut you were excited to be in a classroom with young heroes eager to prove themselves. You glanced at Aizawa for a moment, who gave you a silent, almost imperceptible nod, as if giving you permission to handle the situation your own way.
For a moment, you were reminded of when you and Aizawa were both students here at U.A. The two of you had faced challenges together, from grueling exams to the internal struggles of training to be heroes. Back then, you were inseparableâpartners in crime, always ready to support each other.
Now, it was a different kind of partnership. And while the students looked up to you both, you couldnât help but notice the subtle shift in the air between you and Aizawa. You were still figuring out how to navigate this new dynamic, as colleagues rather than friends.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of groupings, adjustments, and adjustments again as you and Aizawa worked together to balance the class and ensure everyone received the proper attention. It wasnât as easy as it soundedâdividing your teaching styles, managing the group dynamics, and figuring out the most effective way to train each student individuallyâbut it was a challenge you were both willing to take on.
After the students had been dismissed for the day, you found yourself alone with Aizawa in the teacherâs lounge. The room was quiet, save for the sound of distant footsteps and the hum of the overhead lights.
You collapsed into a chair, exhausted. âThat was⌠intense. Theyâre all so different, but I think weâre getting the hang of it.â
Aizawa, who had been leaning against the counter, watched you with his usual tired gaze. âTheyâll adjust. Itâll take time, but theyâll get used to it. You did well today.â
You smiled warmly at the compliment, though you noticed how Aizawa seemed to be avoiding eye contact, fiddling with his coffee cup. You could feel the distance between you, a weight that had grown over the years despite your shared history.
âI guess weâll have to do this more often now, you said this was a permanent change right?â you said, breaking the silence. âI donât mind the challenge. Itâs just⌠strange, isnât it? Working with you like this, iâve barely seen you since graduation...â
Aizawaâs tired eyes finally met yours. There was something soft in his expression, a trace of familiarity that you hadnât seen in a long time.
âYeah,â he murmured, leaning forward slightly. âItâs different⌠but itâs not bad.â
For a brief moment, there was silence between you, and in that quiet, you both felt the pull of something unspokenâsomething that had been there for years but never fully acknowledged.
âIâve missed this,â Aizawa admitted quietly, almost too soft to hear. âHaving you around. Not just as a colleague, but⌠as someone who gets it.â
You looked at him, the weight of his words sinking in. Youâd both grown up together, but now, the lines between friendship and something more were starting to blur.
âYouâve always had a way of saying things without really saying them,â you teased softly, though your heart was pounding in your chest.
Aizawa gave you a small, genuine smileâa rare, fleeting moment of softness.
âI guess youâre right,â he said, his voice quieter now, almost introspective. âMaybe itâs time I say more.â
âI missed this Sho⌠We were so close when we went here..â You say softly, legs tucked up in the chair, knees to your chest as you fiddled with the rim of your cup of coffee.
He glances up from his own cup, meeting your gaze, his eyes softening as he stares at you.
âIâve missed this too, iâm glad we could convince you to come back here.. i know it canât be easy, not only doing hero work full time but now teaching?â He says softly.
âYeah.. but itâs not like iâve stopped being a hero yaknow? i just have two full time jobs now. But itâs worth it.â You answer softly, a warm smile blossoming on your lips.
The air in the teacherâs lounge was thick with the weight of unspoken words. You could feel the shift between the two of you, how it was no longer just a conversation between colleagues, but something moreâsomething that neither of you had fully acknowledged until now. You pulled your legs closer to your chest, your eyes drifting down to your coffee cup as you tried to steady your thoughts.
Aizawa watched you for a moment, his tired eyes softening as they took in the subtle way you curled in on yourself, trying to regain composure. Youâd always been a little guarded, always keeping something hidden behind your calm demeanor, but now, after all these years, he could still see the little things that gave you awayâthe way you fiddled with your cup, the faint nervousness in your voice when you spoke about your life as a hero and a teacher.
âI know it canât be easy,â Aizawa continued softly, his voice carrying a certain tenderness that wasnât often heard. âDoing both⌠I mean, being a full-time hero and then teaching? I donât know how you do it.â
You smiled, the warmth of his words reaching you more than you expected. âItâs a balancing act,â you said with a shrug, leaning back in your chair. âBut itâs worth it. Iâve always wanted to help kids like we were, back when we were here. Besides, itâs a chance to give back to the next generation.â
Aizawa didnât respond immediately. His gaze dropped to his coffee cup again, and you noticed how his fingers curled around the mug, the faintest sign of tension. You had known him for so longâhis stoic, calm demeanor was second nature to him, but it didnât mean he didnât care deeply about the things that mattered. You had always been able to read him, even when he was reluctant to show it.
âIâm glad you came back,â he said, his voice quieter now, almost like he was unsure of what to say next. âItâs been⌠a long time, since we were at U.A. together. Iâm glad youâre here to help the kids. And⌠help me.â
You met his gaze, your heart skipping a beat at the honesty in his eyes. âIt feels good to be here again. Even if itâs not exactly how I imagined it. We were always a team back then, right?â you said with a soft laugh, trying to ease the tension, but the smile on your face was gentle, sincere.
Aizawaâs expression softened further, and for a moment, you saw the flicker of something more in his gaze. Something vulnerable, something that had been buried under the years of teaching and hero work.
âYeah,â he murmured, his voice lowering, âWe were a team.â He took a small, deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. âI guess⌠Iâve missed having you around more than I let on.â
The words hung in the air, and you felt your heart race as they settled between you. Aizawa, always so guarded, never one to openly express his emotions, was finally admitting something that you had long suspected. You shifted slightly in your seat, suddenly feeling a little more exposed. Your chest tightened, but you found it difficult to look away.
âIâve missed you too, Sho,â you said softly, the name slipping from your lips without hesitation. It felt natural, like it always had when you two were younger. âWe were so close back then. Itâs strange, isnât it? How everythingâs changed.â
Aizawa looked at you then, really looked at you, as though he were trying to piece together the time that had passed between you, the years of distance, the years of silence. His gaze was searching, almost as though he were looking for something in your eyes, something you had kept hidden for so long.
âI thought about it,â he said slowly, his voice growing even softer, âHow things were⌠how easy it was to talk back then. How easy it was to just be around you. I didnât think it would take this long to get back to it, but⌠Iâm glad weâre here now.â
Your heart fluttered, and you couldnât help but chuckle softly, trying to deflect some of the intensity in the room. âYou always were a man of few words, Aizawa,â you teased gently, though your voice shook ever so slightly. âBut I get what you mean. I think itâs been a long time for both of us.â
He shifted slightly, the movement so subtle it couldâve been overlooked if you werenât so tuned in to him. His eyes flicked to the door as though he were contemplating somethingâmaybe the lateness of the hour, maybe the feeling of this conversation hanging in the airâbut then he sighed, a quiet, almost resigned sound.
âItâs not like I havenât noticed, you know,â Aizawa continued, finally breaking the silence that had enveloped the room. âYouâve always been able to balance everything, even when you didnât have to. Hero work, teaching⌠and still somehow finding time for the people you care about.â
You blinked, caught off guard by his words, and for a moment, the air felt thick with emotions both old and new. You opened your mouth to say something, but Aizawa cut you off with a slight shake of his head.
âIâm not good at saying these things, but⌠Iâve always cared about you. And not just as a colleague. I think Iâve always felt something more.â
The honesty in his words hit you harder than you anticipated. You felt a warmth spreading through your chest, the realization that the quiet, gruff Aizawa had been hiding this part of himself for so long. But now, in this small, quiet space, you could finally see it.
Without thinking, you reached over and placed your hand on his, the contact simple but grounding. Aizawa tensed for a moment, but then he relaxed, his fingers brushing gently against yours as though testing the waters.
âIâve felt it too, Sho,â you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper. âI think Iâve always known⌠weâve just never been ready for it.â
There was a long pause between you, as if both of you were silently processing the shift that had occurred between you. The walls that had stood between you for so long now felt fragile, maybe even unnecessary.
Aizawa let out a deep breath, his fingers tightening around yours for a moment before releasing. He glanced at you with a look of quiet understanding.
âMaybe itâs time we stopped pretending we donât feel it,â he said, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
You couldnât help but smile back, feeling a mixture of relief and something new, something exciting blossoming between you both.
âYeah,â you murmured, âMaybe it is.â
I hope you guys liked it? iâm not sure how good it is but i wanted to do a cute little one shot!
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#like ffs if i wanted Harry Potter stuff iâd follow a Harry Potter account đž#even before Rowling went mask off I didnât consider HP to be sufficiently Halloweeny#but the longer she loudly & proudly reigns as Queen Terf#the less forgiving I am to ppl trying to uncritically shove her IP into more general spaces#if u donât give her money & just wanna go off into yr separate niche nostalgia corner for fanart & fics u do u#but a lot of us donât wanna be reminded of that bigotâs existence when weâre just trying to get spooky#and donât give me the whole âbut itâs got witches in it so itâs Halloweeny by defaultâ bs#because if ur bar for Halloween content is âthereâs witches and/or other magic users in itâ then NEWS FLASH#thereâs other fantasy movies & books u could get aesthetic quotes & gif material from#that werenât made by a still very much alive very actively harmful spokesperson of a hate movement#and the Instagram/TikTok ppl can find different music/sounds to sample#halloween#harry potter critical#fuck jk rowling#fuck jkr#halloween blogs#halloween aesthetic#tw harry potter#tw jkr mention#halloween movies
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I need an answer why do y'all hate on s7 like it's in vogue here what is going on I fucking loved that season. like hello? I can't decide if s5 or now s7 is my favourite of the show it was that good of a watch to me
I missed the closeness of the scoobies so bad I didn't even realize until we hit episode three and I was aching for it. oh, god. and the spuffy of it all! I can't even get into it right here but ohhhh. oh. and DAWNIE my sweet girl oh sweet niblet I love her so much. anya's episode? probably one of my favourite episodes of the entire show tyvm. I really liked kennedy and honestly I think she made a great second in command for buffy when she actually listened, though I think she'd be a god-awful leader. almost all of the episodes held my attention that weren't, y'know, bewitched bothered bewildered part two electric boogaloo over there. and DRUSILLAAAAAA ik she wasn't real but IDC I was fawning every time she was on screen both as the first as actually her oh I just adore her I'll never understand her and I don't even care. taking it back actually getting into the spuffy of it all for a second because oh my GOD they had an actual conversation about themselves where she neither ran away nor punched him!! and the montage of everyone screwing, only to cut to spuffy simply cuddling? to show THAT'S their intimacy? 'bout fuckin killed me it did
them kicking buffy out of her house and then literally no one saying ANYTHING about how she was RIGHT except spike ofc really bothered me. and gosh the way they just kinda... did buffy's plan anyways. a little different, but not really? still invaded the vineyard when half the reason no one was listening to her was bc they didn't wanna go back that. but that was like the biggest issue I had the entire season honestly. there was no riley to make me furious, 15 minutes of angel that I hated every second of but is so small it's whatever, and robin wood kinda annoyed me once he turned on buffy and spike there but y'know he gets less relevant so pshh. I'll admit I also got a bit peeved at myself every time I smiled at something andrew said but he grew on me wayyy quicker than I was expecting or wanting I get why he shows up in fics so often now he's entertaining to watch
anyways. I'm sure there's like a billion million things I've missed in my endeavor to simply enjoy myself while watching but as it stands? I love this season. I love it to bits and pieces and I think it was incredibly fun. y'all might just be the biggest haters in the world cause I am SO glad I decided to actually give it a go
#like sure we've had the scoobies ofc but like I was reminded of earlier seasons scoobies here. and I missed it very very much#the ONLY reason I've not mentioned anya's death in the cons part is bc I've already gotten into that in a separate post#but that was NOT OKAY. WHO DID THAT. WHO LET THAT HAPPEN TO HER. WE WON'T HAVE WORDS I WILL JUST USE MY CLAWS#I need to read s7 fics NOW I need them oh my great heavens I'm going a-hunting#I was SO. WORRIED. watching this season. cause I'd heard bad things about s6 but I'd heard even WORSE about s7#but I liked s7 so much more???#I think s6 has stronger individual episodes but as a whole I enjoyed s7 more y'know#I just had a good time the ENTIRE time which I cannot say about s6 at all#also I know like objectively s5 was WAY better than s7 but oh I just LIKED s7. plus s5 has RILEY that's automatically of the bad to me#also I think glory is the best villain this show ever had the neither the first nor misogyny guy come even close to her#but hey it wasn't as bad as adam at least imo#I absolutely loved this season but please do start a conversation with me cause I am genuinely curious why it's so disliked#I wanna know what I overlooked lol#btvs#buffy the vampire slayer
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never forget when cassie did this đ¤§
why is she doing this to us?
#fr who asked for this pain huh#AS IF I'M NOT SUFFERING ENOUGH#not @ her reminding us that they are separated#LIKE????#WE KNOW#TRUST ME#WE KNOW!!!#WE HAVE KNOWN SINCE 2018#STOP MESSING WITH US#WE'RE FRAGILE AF HERE#(can't hold it in any longer guys)#give me a minute im gonna sob#anyway i know that ty is taller so no worries#kit herondale#ty blackthorn#kitty#kit x ty#the dark artifices#the wicked powers#cassandra clare#tda#twp#tsc
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Magnificent Century Rewatch: One Picspam per Episode
Episode 17: The Double Joy
-My dear mother used to say "walk barefoot on earth and it shall take away all your troubles and sorrows, earth shall give you happiness and joy"
-Your mother spoke well, one can only find peace in earth. But I'm not sure if it is on earth or in it.
#the quote is a little bit silly but it adquires seriousness when you know everything that comes later#especially because it's hurrem's mother's quote from when she lived in ruthenia. when peace was possible. when she was going to marry leo#and had her future all planned. and there was stability#but the joke is suleyman's. after all becoming part of his family is what brings that ambiguity to the quote for hurrem's story#as it could be argued she never found true peace. at least for the most of her life#but also suleyman speaks in general terms here. so the quote can be extended to all the characters and in this episode of double joy it's#even more significant. because peace it's going to go sooner than later. and the signals of future ibratice problems are already there#and just as the birds are partly symbolic of that temporal peace and joy in love for hurrem the gifts the marriage gets are very important#as well#this episode is just gifts gifts gifts all around#suleyman's necklace for hatice has the tulips of the dynasty and it's something ibrahim himself recognizes could never give her#she says she's always going to have it w her. tho i don't remember seeing it too much in her tbh sdfy#in the other side ibrahim gets a lot of gifts. but the one that reminds him of his origin is his father's ofc. and he says he will always#have it with him as well. and later he gets suleyman's ring [i'm w haticehurrem. this totally looks like a subrahim wedding asfg]#which goes to remind us that he's now officially part of his family as well. he returned but he converted again. and THEN there's the table!#and taking away the politic alliance it could signify. it is venetian. his mother's heritage is there. in all the palace. and in the same#episode hurrem mentioned her mother's saying. the dynasty [or at least the most conservative side represented by ayse] it's unconfortable#the converts are not only winning more power and getting closer to the family. but they're also bringing their cultures & traditions to the#*ba dum tss* table#there's more to the whole return/convert and how it shows in the ibratice palace especially later w the statues but if i ever write about it#it deserves a post of its own ofc [and prolly someone that knows what they're talking about more than me lmao]#noo why did i write so much đ i should've done a separate post this is a mess to be under an already long picspam#anyways there's other significant gifts as the clock that musti likes or mahi's lucky charm for selim. and also the ones we already knew:#the ibratice gifts together đ. and these contrast a lot with the rest because it's something of their own. when the couple was separated#from dynastic or even ibro's family. will they ever find peace again? we'll see it in the next episode [i'm lying]#maybe i should organize this in a post of its own#magnificent century#muhtesem yuzyil#mc1picspam4episode
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just randomly remembered that during my like 10+ attempts at the shadow yukiko fight i more or less consistently ran out of revival beads so yosuke was just dead (well unconscious but whatever) on the ground for like half the fight gfhfjvhfhfhd-
#puppy rambles#persona 4#p4#as much as i love him he's not always the most useful. that fight is one of those times-#still always keep him in the party though. perfect p4 team to me is yosuke teddie and naoto#i haven't gotten to naoto joining the party yet but i love her. trans icon. vibing naoto is the best thing to happen to the persona 4 fandom#and yosuke and teddie are my favorites of the investigation team thus far. the others are all very close but they're above the others#dunno why i like yosuke so much. souyo is def part of it#and teddie is very very silly. idk why people hate him so much like yea he can be kinda annoying but he's only existed for a few months#he doesn't understand social cues yet. he's just autistic leave him alone vhgbhmfhdf- /hj#i feel like a lot of persona characters have autism vibes but that's probably at least partially just me projecting#at the very least i'm sure we can all agree that aigis and marie do. autism arcana#that's. probably why they're my favorite girls ggyfubhngd-#aigis is easily my favorite persona character. she's cute and also silly :3 and bisexual i love the bisexual toaster and her doors <3#(aikoto + hamugis polycule for the win. makoto and kotone aren't dating obv. ryoji's also dating both of them separately#)#and marie is cute and also silly i'm totally dating her. love how persona technically lets you polyamory so long as you don't date everyone#i have to max her social link for the golden-exclusive content anyway so might as well#âââ this post got derailed. i like the part where i talked about my beloved persona 3 bisexual polycule#p4's def the best persona game i think but i love p3 very much too. makoto kotone aigis and ryoji are unsurprisingly my faves#really love yukari too. i spent several hours trying to figure out how to add mods to p3p so i could date her as kotone#it was not successful. i'll probably get it on steam when i inevitably play it gghdhchvhv-#and i'll get reload at somepoint too. probably on steam at least first so i can use the kotone mod i need my girlie#makoto is also great i love him. emo non-binary icon. but also silly girlboss. they're both so mentally unwell#that reminds me of a drawing i have in my drafts i should post that#oh also it's aikoto week apparently??? which is very poggers. idk the prompts but i need to draw my sillies regardless#i do slightly prefer hamugis but they're both very very cute to me. the toaster has two hands she can kiss both the doors-#idk why that joke's so funny to me. i should stop now-
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see someone spreading misinformation about ancient greece online, gently correct them, they say "well discerning whats canon and whats fanon in greek mythology is really difficult". i am killed instantly.
#my brother in christ contemporary texts are free online <3#sometimes by multiple different translators#trying to correct people who believe that in the '''''original myth'''''' persephone just walked to the underworld of her own accord is hel#fyi i was saying hell on earth and ran out of letters#i was not trying to be quirky and reference a completely separate culture's myths i prommy#if i ever use 'hel' in like a casual context instead of when specifically talking about norse mythology i need to be put down#greek mythology#i speak#reminds me of that post that claimed that gorgon heads were used to mark womens shelters in ancient greece w/ no source#and everyone believed it#as if gorgon heads weren't on basically every building#(being hyperbolic obv but. basically)#like i don't get this modern urge to give power and agency to women in mythology by either#(a) pretending nothing bad ever happened to them and everything was of their own volition (bad. stop it.)#or (b) pretending that they have uniquely bad stuff happen to them and no one else had bad stuff happen to them and its only this lady#so therefore everyone else involved is evil (also bad. also stop it.)#like when one of those modern 'feminist retelling' greek myth stories w/ the same covers about ariadne#it actively adds bad stuff to happen to ariadne when shes a mortal woman in greco roman myth who actually gets a happy ending#like whats the point of that??
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Also...reading this line again, I do wonder if the purpose of bringing up Shawn here was actually meant as a way for her to distinguish what fans are saying from what gets published in media like the NYT. Like, she's acknowledging that artists like Shawn do generate a LOT of sexuality speculation from their fans, but NYT isn't publishing articles (even "opinion pieces") on what those fans are saying. Only her and her fans.
Honestly, at this point I think Taylor knows that nothing she can do is going to stop certain fans from speculating on whether she's queer, and she (and by extension, we as a fanbase) do not have to like that, but at a certain point...we should also acknowledge that a lot of those fans are young queers trying to find their place and relate to their favorite artist and maybe not doing that in the best way, yes, but...it is what it is. However, there's a major difference between fans tweeting amongst themselves speculation on twitter.com, and a publication like the NYT both giving it a wider platform and adding legitimacy to it by putting their name atop an article that states, "Taylor Swift is gay" (yes, even if it's an opinion article.)
I still think bringing up gender was a stupid and aimless notion here, but in a way I also think this line was meant to try to protect her fans while still making it clear that articles like the NYT's one are very much invasive, harmful & not okay with her.
#ts#taylor swift#which is not to say anything about my personal opinion on g*ylors or on speculating about a real person's sexuality#as to which i think i've made my thoughts clear in the past#but I also can't ignore that many swifties use g*ylors as a scapegoat for their own homophobia#and we should all maybe examine that before blindly attacking certain groups#& of course this is all separate from the conversation abt fans relating her lyrics to their lgbtq+ experiences which is COMPLETELY NORMAL#and COMPLETELY OKAY. and taylor i am sure is fully fully in support of. as a reminder#okay this is all i'm going to say on the matter
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