#ok i don't think he's lying-lying but you know. that balcony scene

[winepresswrath]

also i do think it's funny how with louis everyone behind the scenes is very trauma informed "memory is a monster," "everyone has their own truth," "how do we reconcile the imperfections and unreliability of our own memories with the way our sense of self relies on them." and then armand writes his little friendfiction and bts it's all "the question is how much he is making up to make himself look better. because he is a liar. and a manipulator." kisses for armand dungeon freak kidnapping stalkers need love too!

[dribs-and-drabbles]

#BADBUDDYREWATCH

Ep 12!

The fucking timeskip.

Look, I'll be honest...when I first watched this and saw the 'Advanced English Grammar' book on Pat's bedside table* I wondered if it was a hint that he and Pran were still together - after all, who would need that book more, Pat in Thailand or Pran in Singapore? - but I didn't trust myself to believe...I thought I was clutching at straws. But I should trust my instinct in the future.

*and Pat's red and blue bedsheets, and that Pat got up straight away, and Pran's mint green towel, and Pran's red, yellow, and blue bedsheets, and that Pran still had The Watch, and that Pat took a photo of Pran's dorm room door, and the mint green balloons... 🤦🏽‍♀️

I can't get over how bad Wai's trousers are, they're too high-waisted for him, they don't look good at all.

"You keep staring at him. Why don't you punch him already?" Don't get fooled by those stern expressions. One is the face of the man who went to the wrong airport to pick up his boyfriend and the other is the face of the man who didn't get picked up by his boyfriend because he went to the wrong airport 😂 Oh Pran's disappointment and Pat's guilt...and both lamenting the missed opportunity for reunion sex 🤷🏽‍♀️

I have to say it, I still think the pacing of this ep isn't great. We spend far too much time with the reunion party, with the flashbacks and the music and the photo and the mc character...each of these could have been shorter and we could have gotten on to Pat and Pran being together quicker. I think the impact would have been just as strong but without all the waffle. I mean, ELEVEN minutes could have been reduced to 5 tbh.

Add Pran's shoes to the bad wardrobe choices.

This ep's not giving us good 'girlfriend representation' - three male characters now have implied that their girlfriends are controlling or demanding of them...whereas it could have been framed more like wanting to get home because they love their girlfriends so much. smh

Oh but Pat swallowing when he sees Pran on the other side of the door...PRICELESS. And Pran's "I'm delivering food." Horny devils.

My absolute favourite moment of this ep? The way Pat is lying at the beginning of part 3.

Their fucking grins when they're being 'comforted' by their mothers. 😂😂😂

I WANT PRAN'S SWEATER FROM WHEN HE LEAVES FOR SINGAPORE. I WANT IT!

God, Feral Musky Scented Hoe Pran was unleashed this ep!

And my absolute second favourite moment of the ep? The way Pran looks/says "Really?!" at 10:44 of part 3.

Oh and also add Wai's shirt in the bar to the questionable wardrobe choices...

The smile t-shirt from ep 1!!! We've come full circle.

I LOVE Pat's mum's reaction to Pa seeing Pran. She perks up so much - she must know that it means Pat has a reason to be happy again...and that he might visit home...and he does not even a minute later! And she's so enthusiastic about Pat's 'friend's' gift...so obviously from Pran...and Man Baby Ming is just sat there sour-faced 😄

Why does Ming picking up the whisky glass make me emotional?! ffs 😭 And Dissaya leaving the guitar. And Ming leaving the post. AND Dissaya's fucking smile after she hears Pat and Pran laughing. 😭😭😭 ajslkefnFNA;LNFLKNGLAKDNGLAKD

Oh no Oh no... When We Were Younger instrumental...and the tin can scene...oh no I am not ok... No don't... It's when they switch to their younger versions that breaks me.

NOOOOooooooooo it can't end. I need more of them!

The rooftop/balcony scene! And we end at peak PatPran - the competitiveness, the feral musky scented hoe Pran-ness, the "Pran, it's not a porno!".

Quite frankly, it's perfect.

[nightcall99]

Soul writing PM from 15.3.24

You're very close to the surface today. Is there anything you want to say?

I see an apartment building. A young girl in the street looks up and waves up to an older lady on her balcony, who waves back.

I see a snow blizzard. While driving, you can't see a thing. The windshield wiper working on overdrive. Lots of snow on roof tops and gardens. It's melting now. Remnants of a snowman, a carrot nose and stones for eyes. I bump into the car in front of me. It's a man with a truck towing a trailer with a yacht. There is still snow, but he is in a Hawaiian shirt. I don't think he noticed that my car bumped into his. He looks very happy.

There's a cat. Long-haired, yellow marble eyes. It is standing before two bowls, one with food, one with water. It is bored. Then I see the cat is suddenly donning a pearl necklace, and a little ruffled shirt. It looks very proud. It stalks up to look at itself in the floor-length mirror. The cat turns into a beautiful young lady of Indian descent. She looks like Princess Jasmine from Aladdin. She slinks to the balcony (in the same way a cat might) and looks out at the sunset.

How do I know I'm not making these scenes up? That this is real?

I see a girl with thick-rimmed glasses, wearing a bathrobe and her hair in a messy bun. She is sitting at the kitchen table, with a pen and paper. But nothing comes. She tries to write a few lines but ends up scrunching the paper into a ball and throwing it in the rubbish. There are balls of paper all around. This happens for awhile. But then she gets an idea. It appears into her mind. The epic light-bulb moment. She hurriedly scratches the thoughts to paper, the ideas flowing. The next scene, she is rich. Successful. A winner.

Then I'm reminded of the memory where I have been saying ever since finishing uni that I never, ever, ever want to participate in any type of studying ever again. The thought filled me with dread. Then basically overnight, I suddenly found the energy and motivation to enrol in that course last year and complete it. Nothings come of it (which is my choice) but I learnt a lot of valuable things and had so many experiences that wouldn't have happened otherwise if I hadn't followed that 'call' to do so.

What did you observe today? Anything of interest?

I see a flag of a crest. On one of those pole things that important people like royals wave around to announce their arrival. There's a servant holding it on a horse, and whole bunch of cavalry flanking a carriage. It's medieval times. The moat to a castle gets lowered and the carriage enters the fortress. The lady climbs out and is welcomed. She looks around, unfamiliar with her surroundings. She chats with her host, plays the game but she's not really here for that. She is looking around. Observing. Then I see that scene from Sleeping Beauty where Prince Phillip and Princess Aurora's fathers are celebrating the betrothal of their children, which will unite their kingdoms. They get drunk off wine and eventually fall asleep on the floor.

Right... Ok, so is that dude I'm supposed to have a romantic relationship on NE still waiting around for me?

I'm lying under a Japanese maple tree. It's autumn. The leaves have changed colours. Red, green and yellow. I am watching the leaves fall in slow motion. Zooming in on the details, the leaf veins, the leaf lobes, how each leaf is unique. I am enjoying my own company. After awhile I notice in the branches are some white birds, doves or pigeons. They keep their distance but I could call out to them if I wanted to. They would fly down.

Is there something about the takedown that I'm not expecting? That I should know about?

I see the Earth spinning from space. And then it turns into an apple, spinning on it's twig. It's a poisoned apple. Blood red like the one offered to Snow White by the Evil Witch. I take bites (destroying it). I keep eating the apple. I fall into a bewitched sleep. (I think this means I'm underestimating how much I'm gonna be tired af and want to recuperate for a long time after this whole toxic ordeal. I keep thinking I'm gonna prance off and do everything I want to do immediately but that won't be the case)

I am sensing Mort. He will be there. (great)

Okay. Well. Anything else?

You've done well today with processing the energy. Didn't we say the barriers would fall? They will continue to do so [I hear police sirens]. The veil is coming off the bride. Of course it was always just nothing, a piece of lace that the sun shines through regardless. Reaching it's target, always. But now there is a woman's face (you) unobstructed, smiling back toward the sun.

[polarishymn-blog]

I'm bored so here is another theory. Be warned HERE BE SPOILERS!

Tacking on to the Elgar'nan theory here:

I discussed how I think the Evanuris were originally spirits. Well folks I have a personal head canon for my Inquisitor. Let me make this clear MY LAVELLAN INQUISITOR. NOT SAYING ANYONE HAS TO AGREE. I JUST USE THIS WHEN I PLAY THROUGH.

Ok? Ok.

Get your tinfoil hats on. This one is a doozy.

Lavellan is the spirit of sacrifice.

I hear people now like "that's ridiculous." Give me a chance to explain before you scroll on.

The Inquisitor is in the fade after being part of an explosion that kills EVERYONE ELSE. Even Corypheus takes a big ol L on this one.

Everyone is dead. What happens to Divine Justinia? A spirit that identifies with her so much it takes on her persona and memories. As does Compassion who becomes Cole. So we have a precedence for this.

Cole shows us that a spirit can take physical form. Justinia shows us that a spirit can fully believe they are that person. And the ancient elves just...these guys...looking at you Solas.

Var lath vir suledin!

I digress. So a spirit can not only retain the thoughts and memories of a person but take physical form.

"Then how come she doesn't know she is a spirit?" You ask?

Simple the spirit doesn't want to remember. It was a traumatic event. The person they identified with, quite possibly has been watching for some time, died a horrible death trying to save Justinia from that red lyrium blight infused ballsack. They basically ran into a situation any of us would have noped out of. All to try and save (for Lavellan) a woman that made no nevermind to them.

Instead our intrepid little elf is like "nah I should definitely fuck with that big scary guy and grab this clearly magical item."

In the immortal words of Sandal "BOOM!"

Everything goes to shit. Our lady elf wakes in the Fade with no memory how she got there. She recovers her memory later but not all of it. After the explosion there isn't shit until she wakes up.

Sus.

So she wakes up and spends the rest of her time throwing herself into one hellscape after another. Putting herself in constant danger and giving up whatever life they had before to save the world. Spoiler: and her fucking arm. Thank Solas. You lying manipulative beautiful bastard you.

Var lath vir suledin!

Speaking of that wolfish sex pistol...he has some...odd dialouge.

Solas: spirit wish to join then living. Demons are that wish gone wrong.

Interesting. He doesn't say they can't. Cole is proof they can. So lets look at some Cole and Solas exchanges:

Solas: The rifts draw spirits through, and the shock makes demons of them.

Cole: Pushing through makes you be yourself. You can hold onto the you.

Cole: Being pulled through means you don't have enough you. You become what batters you, bruises your being.

Solas: Yes, exactly. Deliberately crossing the Veil requires that a spirit form will, personality.

Solas: That concept of self gives a spirit the chance to maintain its nature.

So according to Cole a spirit that comes through willingly doesn't necessarily become a demon. Solas follows up with a spirit needs the will to do so and to form a personality. If the spirit has a blueprint...say...a person they identify with...they could assume that person's personality and indomitable will and focus.

His voice....sigh.

Let's move on to:

Solas: You may well become fully human, after all. I never thought to see it.

Cole: When did you see it before?

Solas: I did not say that I had.

Cole: No, you didn't. It's harder to hear, sometimes. Sorry.

Solas: Good luck, Cole. You have taken a difficult road.

Ya'll Cole can see/sense that Solas has seen this before. And he also knows who and what Solas is. Our murder bebe all but outs him several times. After Tresspasser you see the breadcrumbs clearly. This exchange could on the surface just be about them but as Solas is also a spirit taken form I find it interesting he doesn't say "You where once like me Solas." If he doesn't out him here he may not out the Inquisitor.

Next! Ah...the balcony scene. WHY MUST YOU BE SO DAMN CHARMING!

Solas: Has it affected you? Changed you in any way? Your mind, your morals, your... spirit?"

Lavellan: If it had do you really think I'd have notice?

Solas: No. That's an excellent point.

Lavellan: Why do you ask?

Solas: You show a wisdom I have not seen since... since my deepest journies into the ancient memories of the Fade.

Solas: If the Dailsh could raise someone with a spirit like yours. Have I misjudged them?

Ok...why is he emphasizing her spirit. Not soul. Not you. SPIRIT! He asks if the mark has affected her. But it could be his way of prying information without "hey bitch are you aware you are a spirit. I know crazy, right?" Js he does this "I like your spirit" talk more than once.

I enter into evidence a snippet from the heart shattering breakup conversation:

Solas: You have a rare and marvelous spirit.

I'm not crying. You're crying. DRINK MY TEARS PATRICK WEEKES YOU BEAUTIFUL BEING!

A rare and marvelous spirit huh...Cole what was it he said to you?

Cole: I didn't know there were spirits of wisdom.

Solas: There are few. Spirits form as a reflection of this world and its passions.

Solas: We will never lack for spirits of rage, or hunger, or desire. The world gives them plenty to mirror.

Solas: The gentler spirits are far more rare. We can ill afford the loss of even one spirit of wisdom, or faith...

Solas: Or compassion.

Or sacrifice! If compassion and wisdom are rare. How rare would sacrifice be?

Solas says the Inquisitor changed everything for him. He is someone who is ready to do whatever it takes to restore his people. Surly he would value sacrifice. If he came across a rare and marvelous spirit of sacrifice would he not at least be intrigued? Or inspired?

Let's face it he is an artist. His lady would definitely be his muse. Especially after she accidentally gives him permission to destroy the world.

...Dammit Lavellan.

Finally, why didn't our precious lying egg not mention this? When the Inquisitor is having the very terse elven conversation and the city elves are brought up this is the dialogue:

Solas: Why? What would it benefit some poor man in a Ferelden alieanage to learn his ancestors strode the land like gods? It would only make him bitter. Or inspire him to take a foolish risk and get himself killed.

Lavellan: You have decided his reaction for him.

Solas: Perhaps I have.

Clearly wolf boy has no problem keeping information from someone he thinks will only serve to harm them. If the Inquisitor knew they were a spirit perhaps Solas would think their reaction would be troublesome. Or even dangerous.

There is more but this is already ridiculously long. All this is to say my Lavellan was a real elf. She was killed during the explosion and a spirit of sacrifice identified with her so much she became her. The elf Solas falls in love with is (in my rp) like him. A rare spirit that became flesh and blood. She chose to be real like Cole can. Her lack of memory of the moment it happened is both self serving and part of the effects of becoming real. I know it is most likely all bs but it makes for an interesting thought.

Solas is the force that will end Thedas. Lavellan may be the sacrifice needed to stop it.

I hope you enjoyed this rant nobody asked for.

Oh and:

SOLAS! VAR LATH VIR SULEDIN!

[imaginationkonoha]

Son - Imagine with Kakashi Hatake

The thought doesn't get out of my head.

Being friends with Kurenai, it only got worse.

Sitting on the balcony of my house, I saw myself watching the children playing, wondering what it would be like to have one inside the house.

I never filled my head with this because I always knew how difficult and dangerous my profession is, but when Kurenai got pregnant, it was like a life slap, and that mother's desire was born strong inside me.

I sighed getting up and closing the curtains.

Maybe it's just the loneliness of when my days off don't match his.

I heard the phone ring and walked downstairs to answer it.

"Let me guess, are you feeling alone?" My friend asked and I laughed.

"Help your pregnant friend go shopping?" She asked and I laughed even more.

"Of course I will help. I'll be there in 2 minutes".

I tied my hair, brushed my teeth and went to Kurenai's house.

Upon arriving, the woman wrapped me in a tight hug.

"I missed you, you hardly come here" she said, letting me go.

"I came here two days ago" I said placing my hands on the woman's belly.

 "How are you my princess? Mommy is very boring, right?" I spoke to my goddaughter and my friend laughed at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked helping the woman out of the house. She was almost at the end of her pregnancy, about 15 days before this cute thing was born.

"Yes, it's been hard to sleep" She said, scratching his eyes and I laughed.

"And it will be for the next few years" I said and she gave me a sullen look.

"And you, did you talk to Kakashi?" Kurenai asked curiously and I denied it.

"He will never know that you want to have children if you don't talk," she said angrily.

"I don't think he wants children, I don't want to upset him with that. He's already the Hokage. I'm going to settle for Naruto. I already have a nephew." I spoke and she punched me in the shoulder.

"Well, Shikamaru said that pregnancy is making you aggressive." I spoke and she laughed.

"I can't take it, a baby with that man would be the most beautiful child ever." She spoke looking at me full of love.

"Stop fantasizing about my son" I said laughing.

We arrived at the market and I was taking the things that the woman asked for, which were many, worthy of passage.

While she paid, I organized to get everything, I didn't want Kurenai to get something.

"Need help?" I heard my husband speak behind me and smiled.

"Of course Anata, I would be very grateful." Kakashi helped me get some things and we started walking back to Kurenai's house.

"How are you, Kurenai? The day is coming, right?" Kakashi asked and she smiled.

"I love it but I can't wait for this child to leave, I can't wait any longer." The woman spoke and we started to laugh.

"I want to know what her face looks like, if it is my face and that of her father's idiot. When you have yours, you will understand this crazy feeling" continue spoke naturally and I blushed. Unlike me, Kakashi smiled.

"I can't wait for the time" said my husband and I looked at him with fear.

Kurenai had a smile the size of the world.

"You could appreciate yourself, right? So my daughter would have a friend to play with" she said with grace and I gasped.

"Stop being like this" I said entering the woman's kitchen and depositing things on the table.

"Thanks for helping me," he said and smiled. I walked over to her and hugged her.

"Anything calls me ok?" I spoke and she agreed.

We left her house hand in hand, we were walking when we saw two children running, playing among them. I smiled at the scene.

"I never asked you, but do you want to?" I heard Kakashi and I looked at him without understanding.

"Do you want to have children? I never had that desire before but just to think that it is our mix, that it is our son. That seems so right" he said looking forward and then looked at me deeply.

Tears came out of my eyes.

"I would like it, if it were with you, I would like it." I spoke and he hugged me sideways.

We walked home, I was silly with our conversation, Kakashi wanted a son, just like me.

I was so distracted that I only noticed about him when his hands tightened on my waist subtly.

I looked into his eyes and, like mine, cried out for desire.

"I think we should follow Kurenai's advice. We don't want her daughter to be without friends" he said laughing and I laughed even more and climbed on his lap.

"I would never go against Kurenai's advice" I said playing with his lips.

He took me to our room, undressing me entirely.

"I'm so happy to have you with me," he said in my ear as our bodies entered into a single harmony.

"I am happy that you have been my companion since forever" I said kissing him.

A few months later.

I couldn't sleep, after turning over in bed more than 20 times, I got up frustrated.

I was almost 9 months pregnant, my boy kicked all day, I think he would be a ninja just like us.

Unfortunately, the only one who managed to calm him down was Kakashi, but he had not arrived yet even though it was already dawn.

"You have to like Mom too, you know? Let's go to sleep" I talked to him. With every word, he answered me with a kick.

"Listen, Akira Hatake, if you don't stop kicking mom, she'll be really mad" I said, pointing a finger at my belly and heard Kakashi's laughter behind me.

"Don't you want to sleep again?" He asked, kneeling and kissing my belly. "Hey champion, Daddy is here, are we going to let Mommy sleep? She is very angry when she wants to, and believe me. You will want to see her angry." He spoke and I slapped his head.

He got up and kissed me.

"Did you just come and see us or are you going to stay?" I asked and he looked out the window.

"I'm going to stay, let me take a shower, then I'll sleep with you" he said and I agreed.

I lay on my side and soon I felt Kakashi settle down, giving me a kiss on the neck. In the next second, I was already asleep.

A while later.

"Papa" shouted the boy and I looked back with a start.

"Akira, your father is working" I said sitting on the bed, he crawled to my lap.

"Miss my papa" spoke and I smiled.

"Mom misses him too, but soon he's here. Do you want to sleep with Mom today?" I asked and he smiled.

I bathed my son and took mine. Akira would do one year in a few months and soon Kakashi would leave the Hokage post, to dedicate himself more to the family. We worked very well, obviously some days were longer than others, but everything always ended very well.

I lay down with Akira already asleep. I smiled looking at the copy of Kakashi in front of me, the platinum hair and the lazy way, I couldn't have won anything better. I heard the door open and soon saw my husband entering the room with his typical lazy look.

" Hard day?" I asked and he agreed. He kissed me and went into the bathroom, then he came out wearing only pajama shorts. I looked at the man I loved there, so simple and so in his. Kakashi watched me and smiled, lying in front of me. Akira who was clinging to me, as soon as he felt him father's presence, pulled him closer. That act made Kakashi smile even more.

His gaze overflowed with gratitude, the same feeling that lived inside my chest.

"Arigato Anata, I love you" I said and he smiled.

"I love you" he said and so we fell asleep.