#okay yes i was biased in saying everyones favourite

[leviiackrman]

Sugar, spice and everything nice! Everyone's favourite soft gal is finally finished, enjoy Asami's Completed Timeline!

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[thelikesofus]

Buddie Fic Recs

AKA Talented Mutuals Tuesday

Except I spent so long making this list that the timezones changed over BUT I wanted to show my mutuals some love and now that we are going into the hiatus I thought you might all like a list of quality fics to keep you occupied while there is no new Weewoo show. 

I don't know if anyone will actually want to join in on this but if you do the rules are simple:

SHOW YOUR MUTUALS SOME LOVE! Share your favourite fics, (or gifs, edits, literally anything that your very talented mutuals have made), as many or as few as you like but let's share the love around <3

Apologises in advance for the long post btw

@speaknowdiaz I would literally read anything that April writes and would probably sell a limb for the incredible WIPs I know she's still cooking up but here are a couple of my faves:

pining and anticipation (I don't want you like a best friend)

Buck challenges Eddie to try to hit on him after teasing Eddie for not having any ‘game’. This fic is very funny and very soft.

believe in one thing (i won't go away)

This fic hit me straight in the feels. Buck and Eddie go to couples therapy even though they aren't a couple and they work through some stuff.

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@thosetwofirefighters Incredible amazing Nat ily xx

Say It All Out Loud

Eddie comes out to Aunt Pepa after his ‘date’ with Vanessa. I am a little bit biased towards this one because she did write it for me but it's honestly just so good!

How to Cure Boredom: Buckley Edition

The 118 are stuck at the firehouse during a slow shift and Buck entertains them all by mattress-surfing the loft stairs. It’s soft and silly and in the same universe as her other fic Safe in His Arms.

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@loveyourownsmiilee The wonderful amazing Juju not only writes incredible meta and keeps us all fed with Oliver content but Juju also writes wonderful buddie fic. 

When Were You Under Me?

Who doesn’t love a Friends AU. This is Buck and Eddie as Ross and Rachel and it is hilarious and so sweet. 

You should also check out her Buddie Language Meta if you have not read it before <3

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@elvensorceress Jenwyn’s work always astounds me so be sure to check these out:

Color Him Father, Color Him Love

I will scream from the rafters how much I adore this fic and yes it did make me cry (happy tears). It’s a look into Buck’s head after his sperm donor kid is born and he realizes what Christopher (and Eddie) truly mean to him. I know I have recced this before but it deserves all the love. 

Unless You Ask Me To

Eddie dates a man for the first time, and Buck is completely 'Fine'. This is a preemptive rec because it is one chapter away from completion and I have been saving it to binge in one sitting but knowing Jenwyn and her incredible talent I guarantee this will be worth the read. 

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@spotsandsocks If anyone’s work is guaranteed to make me sob like a baby (happy, sad, or tears of laughter) it’s Spotty. 

Everything But (temptation)

This is Spotty’s newest fic and it's just brilliant. Buck is practicing extreme self-control whilst Eddie is being an irresistible menace. 

Could Have, Should Have, Would Have

Buck finally tells Eddie he loves him right before Eddie’s new boyfriend is supposed to meet Christopher. Honestly, all I can say about this fic is that it’s a masterpiece and I screamed many times while reading it. 

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@shortsighted-owl Wonderful amazing Owly (Abbi). I appreciate you so and you make my dash so happy xx

Of foam-moustached kisses, and button combinations

For all your sweet domestic buddie needs this is the fic. Eddie is practicing a video game to get better than Chris and Buck makes fun of his ex-technophobe boyfriend. 

Also THIS EDIT SET to the lyrics of You’re All That I Have by Snow Patrol make me assdffgghjjklkll

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@lilbuddie Okay, this one is just a brag because Minja doesn’t actually have any fics published yet (side eye) but I wanna make sure she is on everyone’s radar for when she does because yall are not ready for the incredible amazing talent that is this girl’s writing!! So go check out the snippets on her Tumblr and badger her until she finishes something plssssss

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@wheelsupin-five Hi! <3

Almost Almost Almost

This adorable of Buck who is always cold and Eddie warms him up I– asfffghhjkklllll

Under Kitchen Light

SO SOFT! Buck wakes up and Eddie isn't there, Buck finds him in the kitchen. 

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@rogerzsteven Simi owns my heart and by that I mean my heart is locked in a cage in Simi’s basement where it is occasionally beaten to a pulp by the most incredibly angsty fics you've ever read.

Cleanse

Buck is extremely nauseous and Eddie takes care of him while I sob over them in a corner.

build me a home underground (free from light and sound)

This fic is so brutal in all the best ways, my heart was in my throat the entire read! Buck gets trapped in a sensory deprivation room while the 118 and Athena race to find him. 

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@ashavahishta another incredibly talented mutual of mine

out of ashes

Is it really a Meegs rec list if I don’t rec this fic honestly it's engraved on my soul. This is a criminal minds/greys inspired fic where Buck is kidnapped and tortured until the 118 can find him. This fic is so so well written and means a million things to me I could never explain but pleaseeeee read it!! 

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@jobairdxx hello lovely xx

Oh, We Pray to Make it Through the Night

Highly recommend this fic, I do love a near-death experience fic! Buck gets injured on a call and Eddie falls asleep holding vigil at his bedside. 

Jules also writes beautiful poetry on Tumblr so go read some of that too <3

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@monsterrae1 MISS RAE! YOU INCREDIBLE THING! <3

love is on its way

I know we’re all a little bit in mourning over the couch theory but it lives on in our hearts and in this fic which has six moments between Buck and Eddie on the Diaz couch (and she’s a wee bit spicy too).

Buck's café (take my heart, just not my order)

Coffee Shop AU. Buck runs the shop where the 118 order all their drinks on shift. I absolutely adore this fic! 

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@alyxmastershipper RYAN!! INCREDIBLY TALENTED MUTUAL THAT YOU ARE!! 

there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head

If “aasdsdfghhjkl” was a person it was me reading this fic. Eddie comes out to Buck, receives a quirky mug, and gets together with the love of his life. In that order.

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@bekkachaos Wonderful, amazing Bekka xxx

lose yourself in the feeling

I am a sucker for ‘accidental kisses’ and this was just wonderful. Buck is so excited about Maddie and Chim getting engaged that he kisses Eddie when he tells him. 

start me up, open my eyes

Okay, the mild sexual content tag is a lie, nothing has ever been closer to smut without actually being smut than this fic, I have never been so wound up reading a fic. Bekka builds the tension so so well. 

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@sibylsleaves honestly I'm still a little in shock that we're mutuals now so please excuse me while I fangirl over your incredible writing!

with a bird at your door

Eddie starts spending all his time with Buck. Which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that Buck is in love with him. This fic is the perfect mixture of pining, angst, and a happy ending. And yes I think about this fic frequently I love it okay. 

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@mysteriouslyyounggalaxy last but certainly not least (for now). hello lovely xx

(tell the gravedigger) better dig two

Missing scenes from while eddie is trapped in the well followed by the most perfect extended reunion scene. We all know I am a sucker for fics based on the well incident, it’s literally how i started writing for buddie but omg this fic!!!! 

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Remember to share the love around and happy hiatus to you all.

Love, Meegs xxxx

[petit-papillion]

It's crazy how misinformation keeps being spread. I saw a person on twitter who had a lot of followers and a podcast about f1 saying ferrari asked what tires carlos thought it was better and carlos answered "soft". And then they gave the soft to charles and hard to carlos.

When someone posted the transcription of the radio (from twitter user team55) that shows carlos answered "hards or softs" they said the transcription was wrong.

When someone mentioned ferrari wanted to give charles hards but charles refused, they said its not true and the only reason they gave charles soft was because carlos said it was the better tire.

I went back to listen the radios and the person is simply lying.

Ferrari asked carlos what he prefer between mediums, soft or hards and he said "hards or soft"

Ferrari told charles they were thinking about putting hards and he said "no that's stupid".

So whats the point to make up things like this ? Just so people can keep the narrative that carlos is the strategy master and ferrari favors charles ?

And it's one thing if it was just a random account but it's someone with a plataform. there's a lot of fans that don't have access to f1tv there are just believing what this person said.

Hi Anon! I feel like the F1 broadcasts have hugely contributed to this perception of Carlos being a strategic mastermind by being very selective about what they broadcast from team radio. Drive to Survive gets picked on for painting false narratives, but the main broadcast is, at times, just as bad. They pick and choose team radio, sometimes don't broadcast everything that was said or omit follow-up radio that puts the original one in a different light, or don't transcribe it correctly ("There was a cut." when Charles said "There was a cat." comes to mind). I do like that they put "I'm OK." on screen when a driver has crashed and they know from team radio the driver is okay. And I also understand it takes a little while to transcribe team radio. But to my recollection they have never actually said it's just a standard message they use, and instead they make it seem like they are quoting the driver, who in fact may have said, "I'm in the fucking wall." or "Red flag! Red flag! I'm in the middle of the track!!!"

Anyway, on to your point: why make things up? For the same reason drivers lie (and yes, they all do at one point or another) when they are on team radio or talking to the media. To make themselves look good/innocent. And some go to far more extremes than others. Fans are no different: we are biased towards our fave and have a really hard time accepting when he does something we don't like or agree with, as our meow meow just can do no wrong. Some people come up with excuses, others with just blatant lies. See recently Lestappen fans when Max chose Lando, Daniel and Checo as his top 3 friends on the grid, and they said he had to pick Checo because he's his teammate, otherwise he would've said Charles. Could be true, but that would still only put Charles as his 3rd best friend. Wouldn't Max have put Charles as his undisputed number 1 if they are really that close?

Sorry, I digress. The point is, we all need to use critical thinking to the best of our ability, check facts when we can, and try not to stay in a vacuum of like-minded people, but it's unavoidable to have false narratives slip in when it is being fed to us every race weekend. Commentators are biased and although we expect them to be objective, they often are not. I stopped listening to Sky, but it is incredibly clear Crofty's favourite driver is Norris, Chandhok is a Carlos-fan, etc. And you are right, not everyone has access to F1TV to check the onboards, but in this case, they do have access to Twitter and can look at more than just the tweets telling them lies.

In case anyone needs proof of what Charles said:

🎥 bliss_n16

[comfycuddles]

You know what I think...

It's time we start talking about Peter Capaldi.

When we talk about Doctor Who and our favourite modern doctors, we always go round and round in the same circles:

"David Tennant is the greatest Doctor!"

"No way! Matt Smith brought this goofy nature to the character, while maintaining the Doctor's eternal darkness!"

"Please! Nine was funny and sassy and just overall great. He deserved more credit. Eccelston was the best Doctor!"

And sometimes even a:

"I think that although she had to endure poor writing, a female Doctor was refreshing!"

I agree with this of course, and every Doctor brings something with them, you know who we don't post enough about? Or even generally talk about enough?

Peter fucking Capaldi. I seriously think he might be one of the most underrated Doctors of the modern era and It's a WASTE.

From the very beginning he was just amazing. "Do you know how to fly this thing?" ICONIC. His first episode was pure crack in the very best way. (The way he flirted with the dinosaur, anybody?)

Capaldi had this amazing connection with Jenna as Clara (Although I am a Clara stan idc so I might be a little biased about that) and their dynamic was so much fun to watch.

Not unlike David Tennant Peter is such a fan of the show. (As was confirmed by Jenna) But is also nice about it too. He doesn't go around just correcting everyone, but he wants everyone to know what an amazing show it is and wants people to love it just as much as he does.

Also 12 was so iconic??? Fighting fucking Robin Hood with a spoon? Awesome! Rolling into the middle ages on a fucking tank, calling people "Dude", making puns and dumb jokes and above else SLAYING that guitar?! Yes! A thousands times Yes! Just the best space grandpa ever!

Capaldi is so unhinged and has this chaotic energy while still appearing as the sanest person in the room. Just look up some stories about him fucking around on the set.

It was also very refreshing to see an older Doctor. I mean, I think Capaldi wad the oldest guy to play the Doctor since HARTNELL. He still had this youthful energy, but he just seemed so DONE with everyones bullshit. 12 handled things with a certain maturity that I kinda loved.

Like he has life experience, he KNOWS what his actions will cause and that's GOOD to see of the Doctor. And at the same time he's also forgiving himself for all the things he's done, which is even BETTER.

And don't even talk to me about his relationship with his companions and Missy. First of all the latter gives me life. And his relationship with Bill was so good y'all. I mean, he punched a racist in the face for her. (ICON!!!!) And were just adorable.

And my final point, the biggest point: Peter Capaldi is just an AMAZING actor. We all love "Heaven sent" and It's just the greatest episode EVER and this is party because Moffat wrote it so beautifully, but also because of Capaldi's Jaw dropping performance!!! If he wasn't SUCH an amazing actor the episode would have never worked. And I am certain of this fact. He did that y'all! HE. DID. THAT.

Capaldi gave some of the best speeches and performances in Doctor Who history. And everyone sleeps on it, and I say "No more!" Also his line. "Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?" DONE, SOBBING ON THE DAMN FLOOR. I need to say with this that I'm NOT an emotional person at all. But somehow that line hit me right in the feels and never stopped.

So yeah

Eccelston was hilarious and fun and amazing

David was awesome and I think It's definitely deserved that he goes down in history as one of the greatest Doctors.

Matt had some heartwrenging moments that I'll never get over, was as cool as bowties and just lovely

And Jody was unique and ADORABLE!

But y'all are SLEEPING on Peter Capaldi and 12 and that is SO undeserved.

Mister Capaldi Sir, if you ever see this, (You probably won't, but that's okay. I hope it does though) just know, that I love and adore you so much and think you are one of the greatest actors and human beings in the history of everything. And you DESERVE to know that. I will forever be proud to say that 12 that is my favourite Doctor of all time. And I say this without half a doubt in my mind. I'm a proud Peter Capaldi stan until the end of time. And just know that I and so many more people along with me have so much LOVE for you. (Most of us not in a creepy way though) and you are CRIMINALLY underrated.

Thank you so much for reading my rant.

This has been a Peter Capaldi/12th Doctor appreciation post. And I invite you to reblog this and show your love for the best Doctor. Only positivity though, stay nice.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Skinny people can be in a fic without it being fatphobic. Get over utsealf

Get your bingo cards everyone!!!

It's time to check off: 'skinny people being offended when they are not obviously the center of attention' oh! and 'skinny people taking any discussion of fatphobia as a direct attack'

Okay, so - who has bingo? I certainly do.

Yes - skinny people can be in a fic without it being fatphobic. But if the writer claims that their fic is open ended and the reader character is meant to describe as wide of a range as people as possible, then it is fatphobic if there is unconscious descriptions or implications that the reader character is a thin person.

One of the most common implications that the reader character is a thin person? Describing the reader character wearing a tee shirt (or another piece of clothing) that belongs to a thin canon character, especially if it is described as being 'oversized' on the reader.

Other common indicators that the writer is a thin person and is unconsciously picturing a thin Y/N when writing their fic:

Saying that the canon character lifted the reader character off the ground completely (especially if the canon character is someone non-athletic, like Spencer Reid)

Saying that the canon character's hands looked large or are large in comparison to parts of the reader character's body - especially her upper arms or her waist (saying that the canon character 'dwarfs' her in any way is just... big ick)

Belly bulge kink! I have so many issues with this one anyway, but if you can see a cock through someone's stomach, no matter how gigantic that cock is, it means that person has very, very little stomach fat. So again - you are picturing a skinny person (borderline anorexic) when writing this (in general, this kink is not a glorification of big cocks, which my blog is all about, it's a glorification of low body fat and thin stomachs, so... big ick)

(Among many others)

The presence of skinny people in fanfics in itself is not fatphobic.

Though I do believe that skinny people dominate way too many spaces as it is, and as I have said before, I always write my fics with fat readers in mind first and let skinny people enjoy my fics as a perk.

If you do any of these ^^^ things, and you don't put a blatant warning on your fics that they feature a skinny/thin reader character, then you are being fatphobic. A plus sized fanfiction enjoyer shouldn't have to get halfway through your supposedly inclusive fic and be jumpscared by the implicit implication of thinness.

Especially if is a romantic fic - they are being fed the idea that only thin people can be loved by their favourite character in a world where they have already been told a thousand times that their fatness is not desirable. Fics should be not only an escape for us, but a place for us to be loved for our bodies despite our supposed flaws. (Which is why I have so many fics featuring plus sized reader characters, and I continually preach ways to avoid fatphobia in fics for those who might not know about their unconscious biases when writing.)

But as usual - skinny people get all up in arms when fatphobia is even mentioned, because they think that it's an attack on them somehow. sigh

[jreads]

Unexpected Constellations (Part 14)

Rating: No crazy stuff

Word Count: 6.8K

Warnings: Warnings: Angst, Mentions of blood, Canon-level violence, Dark themes, Foul language, Din being a cutie

A/N: Sorry I pushed this back for so long! It was giving me such grief but I think I am okay with posting it now. I was overwhelmed with the love from the previous part and I am so so happy that everyone liked it. As it stands, this is the penultimate part! As always, comment on this post or the masterlist to get added to the taglist. So much love 🤍

Waking up next to him was bliss. Your body felt tired and achy and sore, but his head was resting on your chest, curls tickling your chin, body pressed possessively against your own. Breathing even. It was so new to see him like this, and it had quickly become one of your favourite things. You ran fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp and his sleepy groan was so deep that it might have been a purr.

“You’re so beautiful.” It sort of slipped out. You were becoming loose lipped around him.

“You keep saying that.”

“It’s true.” Maker, and his voice. Rich like sweet candy. 

He huffed into your skin, arms tightening around you like a band. 

You stilled your fingers in his hair. “You don’t believe me?”

No answer. But he lifted his head, brows raising quizzically, eyes still heavy with sleep. It was impossible. Intolerable. 

“I mean… Have you looked at yourself?”

Din answered too matter-of-factly. “Yes. In the fresher sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“I don’t look at my reflection a lot.”

“Why not?”

He seemed to get fed up with your line of questioning, collapsing back against you and nuzzling into your stomach to avoid an answer. But you weren’t letting it go so easily.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

“I think you’re biased.” He kissed your navel.

You tried to ignore the flutter that went through you. “I think you’re insufferable.”

He pressed you to the bed then, hovering over you just slightly. “I guess you’ll have to suffer then. You’re stuck with me now.”

Snarky, gorgeous, unbelievable. “Can’t imagine how I’m ever going to survive—”

“Shut up.” He captured your laugh in a kiss, slow and sensual and lazy, and you lost yourself in it. You let him guide your wrists above your head, where he pinned them with a broad palm. You let him trail the other hand down your side, over the curve of your waist. 

You let him, you let him, you let him. 

It took the both of you far too long to make it out of Boba’s guest suite. Din had even quipped about him starting to charge rent. But eventually, and quite unfortunately, you were reminded that a galaxy existed outside of each other, and that you needed to get back to it.

Din had only told you about the Imp that morning, reluctantly. And perhaps that was lucky, because if you had known earlier, there was little chance you would have been able to sleep let alone focus on anything else. Focus on Din.

But you knew now.

What Din had done wasn’t lost on you. He could have killed the man himself; he had had plenty of time while you were still unconscious. He could have drawn it out, made it bloody. You knew he enjoyed that sometimes… when given the right circumstances… when the victim was deserving. But he had captured him instead, left him alive. Not just so you could kill him yourself if you pleased, but because he knew you needed closure. Thus, the day’s responsibilities would be far from easy and would also take some time. 

A quick comm chat with Peli had ended with the lady practically demanding that she take Grogu to a podrace, and that if you two were early to Mos Eisley this evening, you ‘would just have to park your asses down in the hangar and wait.’ It was so good to hear the child’s coos from the other end of the line, though it only eased your trepidation by a fraction.

“You don’t have to do this.” Din’s presence was unyielding behind you as you made your way down darkened sandstone steps. “Say the word, and I can—”

You silenced the rest of his sentence, stopping abruptly on the staircase and spinning on him. A step above, he towered over you. Ever the protector. “As much as I’m sure you’d love to…” You rose onto the tips of your toes and caressed the indents in his helmet. “…I have to handle this myself.”

He nodded once. “I’ll be here. If you need anything—” Before he could finish, another voice sounded from behind you.

“You’re awake. I was getting worried.” 

It was enough to make you reconsider the rest of the descent into the Rancor’s cave. Truthfully, you might have preferred coming face-to-face with the Rancor instead. Powerless. You had to remind yourself. He has no power here. Over you. Over anything.

With a shaky breath, you reached the bottom of the pit, advancing on a menacing portcullis. Though he was silent, you knew Din followed.

He was grasping onto the gate bars with white knuckles. He looked a sight. Usually pristine Imperial uniform now torn and singed, he was covered in dirt and dried blood. A nasty gash had crusted over on the top of his head, staining his hair. You wondered who had done it. Your money was on Boba. If it had been Din, he wouldn’t have stopped there.

“Leaving you alone with two Mandalorians and a bounty hunter?” He scoffed, as if the idea were preposterous. “Their kind are ravagers. I’m relieved you’re alright.”

To act as if he was concerned about your well-being at all was almost insulting. What was worse was the assumption that the ones who had cared for you would have put you in harm’s way. A reversal of roles… a projection.

You tried to summon an air of phony assertiveness, though your hands were shaking. Fear? Anxiety? Rage? It was anyone’s guess. “Here’s how this is going to work. You don’t insult my friends. In fact, don’t speak unless you’re answering a question. Are we clear?”

He seemed to pay you no mind. “Look at you! So confident. Perhaps those years apart were a blessing in disguise.” He seemed comfortable, assured even, but his knuckles, blanched against the gate metal, gave him away. 

“I’ve been meaning to tell you… what you did in that control room. It was amazing. Magnificent.”

The control room? When you knocked him out?

“I always knew you had it in you.” His eyes were glazing over with some sort of sick admiration. “Your master would be so proud.”

The control room. The water, the cables. The electricity. Oh. Stars. He thought you had summoned lightning.

“I don’t… I didn’t.” You suddenly felt the need to defend yourself. Not to him, but to the man behind you. The one you were trying to convince that you were good. The one you were trying to convince yourself that you were deserving of.

“You don’t need to be afraid.” His smile made you feel sick, whatever calm mask you had put in place quickly slipping. “This is what you were meant for. Don’t you see? Everything we—” He was quick to correct himself. “Everything they did was for this… And look how strong you are now.” Dirty fingers reached past the bars, grasping for you. You stumbled back into Din’s chest. 

He ran a hand over you side, squeezing at your hip, barely a featherlight touch but grounding nonetheless. You breathed a few times, timing your inhales with the rise and fall of his chest.

However, the Imp was now surveying the Mandalorian with a repulsed expression. Looking from him to you… and back again. He sneered. “Wow, really?” He waited, as if for an answer. “You could conquer worlds, topple governments. The galaxy would bow at your feet.” That petulant entitlement had found its way back into his cadence. “Is this what you’d throw it all away for? A trivial romance?” Disgust dripped from his words. “You could be a god.”

When you broke his eye contact, he turned to Din instead. “And you could be rich.”

“I’m not interested in credits.” There was a sharp edge in his modulated voice, a promise of violence.

“No, I’m sure you’re not. It’s power you’re after.” The hatred between the two men hung so thick in the air that it was starting to suffocate. “What is it? Planning on using her to retake your home world?” Din stilled. “Who would dare to stand against you with a Sith at your side?”

“Enough.” Your tone was sharp, but not sharp enough.

“How long has it been since your people have even seen Mandalore? Set foot on the scorched soil? I wonder what they’ll find beneath its surface.” His tone was all too knowing. Din’s mind roared like a wildfire behind you.

“I said enough.” Your raised voice finally seemed to break their murderous concentration on one another. “You don’t get to ask questions. But you can answer mine.”

His energy changed immediately. “Anything you want to know. I’ve only ever been honest with you.” A flicker of a glare over your shoulder. “But your bodyguard will have to leave.”

You could feel Din reach for his blaster. No, not the blaster… that was on the other side of his hip. 

You spun, a hand on his own to halt him. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” There was a beat of silence as he considered. Rage, violence, bloodlust. This wasn’t Din; there was nothing of the man you knew in him. This was The Mandalorian.

“You don’t open the gate; you stay away from the bars.” His voice was hushed, steady, lethal. “He tries anything, or you sense anything, you call for me.” You nodded. Still, he hesitated. 

“I’ve got this.” You ran a thumb under the edge of his glove, over the soft skin of his inner wrist. Over the pulse point. It was jumping rapidly, a sign of him. “Go.”

With what you could tell was one more glance at the man behind you, he turned, footfalls heavy, and made his way back up the steps. Before he could disappear from sight, the man spoke. 

“Good. Now we can stop pretending.” You knew Din had heard it. He was egging him on. Did he not understand that you were the only thing stopping Din from shoving the saber through his throat? Or maybe that was the whole point.

Without Din’s protective presence, you instantly felt more unpredictable. You needed a moment to calm, recenter yourself. You paced in a circle. However, the Imp had other plans.

“So, this is the company you’re keeping nowadays? Bounty hunters and criminals?”

Focus. Don’t get carried away.

“You understand it, right? They’re not on our level. Nowhere near it. Completely inferior. I suppose it’s my own fault for letting you go.”

Letting you go. As if you hadn’t tried to remove his head from his shoulders in your fight for an escape pod.

“Won’t you say something? As much as I’m glad you’re okay, I’m not overly fond of the hospitality here and would like for us to get going as soon as possible.”

What?

“You think I’m going anywhere with you?” You practically hissed it. Only once he smiled did you realize you had given him what he wanted… engagement.

His head tilted. “Aren’t you? What life do you have here, amongst the rabble?”

You have one. You have one. A place, a purpose.

“Don’t you remember?” You hate his smile. You could slice lines up his face, from the corners of his mouth to his hairline. “You were made to serve.”

There’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop the onslaught of memories, the mere utterance of those words enough to shake them loose. Even through the haze of repression.

You’re shaking, so weak that you can barely keep your head from drooping. Your hands are tied with binders to the ceiling, so high that you have to rise on your toes to release the strain from your shoulder. A rib might be broken, maybe two. Not that it mattered; the droid would patch you up anyway. It always did, after every round, over and over and over…

“Let me go.” It was a pathetic wheeze, croaky and quiet.

Two of the men leer. “Sorry? What was that?” One caresses your face before rearing back and throwing a fist. You’ve numbed to the pain a bit, but you still feel the sharp sting of your own teeth cutting into the inside of your cheek. You lose purchase on the floor and hang, the impact brutal on your shoulders.

“Please.” You would beg, on your knees if you needed to. “Please, let me go.”

He’s there. Lifting your head with an iron grip on your chin. “And where would you go, dear?”

You have no ship, you can’t fly, your knowledge of planets is minimal. You have nowhere to go.

“What life could you have outside of this?” 

Your head is throbbing. You might pass out.

“This is your purpose. You were made to serve. Don’t ever forget that.”

Your vision goes black.

Perhaps it’s because you were squeezing your eyelids shut, trying so hard to block out the vivid recollection. You shook your head like a crazed person, grabbing at your scalp. Like you could feel the pain. The pounding ache of having been hit too many times. Oh maker, the pain.

Breathe. You’re out. Din’s just outside the stairwell. Listen. You can hear his heartbeat. He’s right there. Breathe with him.

He was solid as a stone when you sensed him, leaned against the wall. You wondered if he could hear—probably not. You could remember what it was like to kiss him, feel his skin against your own, his hair, trace the angles of his jaw. It was so recent, so fresh. Not like the other memories. You could forget the agony, replace it with pleasure. Softness and warm pressure. 

Your eyes opened in their natural hue. The Imp was clapping, a slow, sharp staccato. “Impressive. Is that a Jedi technique? Does it help to play pretend?”

Get the info. Get it done and get out. You took another deep breath.

“You answer my questions, or I walk.”

He didn’t reply, just assessed you. It wasn’t a yes, but it also wasn’t a no. But you could feel that he wanted to answer—or rather, he wanted to talk—but either way, he didn’t want you to leave. It was beyond unsettling.

“Have you found him?” Please no, please no, please—

“So, you believe me now?”

“No. I just want to make sure Palpatine stays dead.”

His smile was absolutely vile. “There are more ways than one to ensure that that doesn’t happen.”

He could be lying. Trying to extend his relevance, his usefulness. Half truths. Half answers. Always cryptic. You were so tired of this. Of the worry, the fear, of looking behind you anytime the light dimmed and the dark intensified, just in case.

You stepped closer. “What do you know?” 

There was a sparkle of crazed excitement in his eyes. “I know that it’s inevitable. There’s not a single thing you can do to stop it from happening. All you can do is be ready.”

“Ready for what?” But he was already on the uncontrolled ramble of a zealot.

“I’ve made you ready. I’ll be a hero. I’ll get what I was promised. We—”

“We what?” Every muscle in your body was tensing dangerously. Warning alarms. “What were you promised?”

“Look at you.” He was breathless. “You’re perfect. I crafted you—”

He believed it. All of it. It may be bullshit, but it was the truth from his tongue. There was a pain in your chest. You wouldn’t go back. Couldn’t. Because if he was right and Palpatine did come for you, you knew that Dinwouldn’t stand aside. Grogu wouldn’t. And you knew what he would do to them, what he would make you watch him do. Din was a powerful warrior, but he wouldn’t stand a chance against the Emperor. Palpatine would break him apart.

“What were you promised?” You didn’t notice the walls start to tremble. The loose sandstone start to fall in small puffs of dust.

“The Force. I was promised the Force.” His eyes were blown wide, rimmed with red. “We would be equals. We will be.”

Shaking. Your bones, your eyes, the very structure of the palace around you. “That’s not possible.”

“Times are changing. Why do you think Gideon wanted the child so badly?”

Grogu. Everything stilled. He looked triumphant.

“I could just kill you right now.”

“You won’t do that.” He reached an arm through the bars, as if he expected you to take his hand. “Because if you do, you prove me right. If you do, you become everything you insist you aren’t.”

That was it. That was all you could take. Because as you turned for the steps, blocking out the voice behind you, you knew that he had a point. You wanted to kill him. You wanted to take your time with it. Make it hurt. And what did that make you?

You made it to the top of the steps and turned the corner too sharply, bumping into a wall of beskar. He didn’t say a word, just held you. You couldn’t find the energy to hold him back. You were still seeing flashes of imagined images. His helmet, splattered with blood. The handsome head you were just starting to become familiar with severed from his broad shoulders. Grogu’s cry of anguish. There was something numbing about the information he had given, a sense of futility to every action you had taken and would take. What if none of it mattered?

“I’m going to get some air.” You pushed away from him, and he let you go.

He had seen you through many moods recently, but never such empty hopelessness. And he felt hollow himself, watching you walk away, because he had no idea what to say to make any of it better. Din could tell you what he believed, but this wasn’t up to him. There was, however, one thing he could do. Maybe it was petty and stupid, but Din descended the stone staircase with a muted smile on his face.

The Imp was facing the back wall of the Rancor pit, kicking at a pile of picked-clean bones in the corner. They might have been human; Din wasn’t sure. He must have heard the footfalls because he called out without turning: “Made up your mind that quickly?”

“Oh, my mind’s made up.” It was satisfying to catch him off guard. “My mind was made up the second she told me about you.”

“She told you, did she?” Din had no mind-reading abilities, but he could easily sense just how much this man despised him. And he had a nauseating hunch as to why. “What, exactly, did she tell you Mandalorian? I’m curious as to which parts she conveniently left out.” He pulled down the dirty collar of his uniform. “Did she tell you about this?”

You hadn’t. But he found himself smiling wider. The pale pink scar practically stretched from ear to ear. You had tried to slit his throat. Good girl.

“Did she tell you about how she slaughtered my men? How she left a trail of blood to the escape pod? She was still young then. She murdered them like animals. Did she tell you about that?”

Din crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He was actually quite enjoying this story.

“What about the choke? I doubt she’s learned to control it.” He cocked his head. “But, then again, maybe you’re into that sort of thing.”

Ah. “That’s it, isn’t it?” Din could tell he had struck a nerve. “It’s jealousy.”

“I don’t know what you’re—”

He pushed off, stepped forward a touch, into the light of the opening above. “You wish you were me. You wish she saw you the way she sees me. As an ally, a protector…” A vein was starting to bulge in the Imp’s forhead. “…a lover.” 

He threw a fist against the bars. “You’re fooling yourself, Mandalorian. You’re like a child holding a blaster. You have no idea how dangerous she is. She’s some pretty girl to you… a trophy.” He spat at Din’s feet. “You make me sick.”

Struck a nerve. He had to laugh, though it was humorless. He still believed in your superiority, truly; next to him you were practically royalty. But you had chosen him… and that was enough. His riduur. 

He pondered for a moment, about telling the Imp of the vows you had made last night, the depth of them. If only just to piss him off. But it was none of his business. He didn’t need to prove himself. So instead, he said: “You’re going to die here. And maybe she won’t be the one to kill you, but if she doesn’t then I will. And if she doesn’t want me to, then Fett will, or Shand. You won’t leave this palace alive; you’ll bleed out in that cell. That’s a promise.”

“What’s your point, Mandalorian?”

“My point is that I suggest you make peace with the things you did to an innocent girl.” He turned to leave. “And I sincerely hope you don’t believe in the afterlife.”

It was a scorching day on Tatooine, but you had been lucky enough to catch an edge of the rounded palace walls that welcomed both shade and a light breeze. It was there that you had sat for the past hour, staring out over the dunes, lost in an endless free fall of thoughts.

Since the day you escaped and crashed onto Sorgan, you had taken part in a never-ceasing internal battle between light and dark. Trying to prove to yourself that you weren’t the culmination of your history. And this—the decision to kill him or leave him alive—it played directly into that conflict. He was right. But he had to die. And it was no one’s responsibility but your own.

You heard him coming, you always did. But Din still didn’t say a word, just sat cross-legged to your left. You were both silent for a long time, the hiss of shifting sand the only sound. But you eventually leaned closer, like magnets drawn together, until your head met his shoulder.

“He’s right, you know. About me.”

“Bantha shit.”

“Din…”

He straightened and you moved your head, already loathing the loss of contact. “No. Stop. You don’t get to do this now. I know you.”

“You know who I am since I met you, that’s different.” You pulled at your scalp in frustration. “Who I was before, the things that I did—”

“You did to survive. You didn’t have a choice. With me, you do.”

“So then what about the Weequay in Mos Eisley? The crystal, Din. And on the Razor Crest when I had that nightmare, and you woke me?”

“Stop it.” His tone was harsh in a way you hadn’t heard from him very often. “I have never…” He trailed off, voice straining. “I have never met anyone like you. Who acts for others, cares so strongly, even after what you’ve been through.” You can hear his shaky inhale. “Cyare, you’re a fucking miracle.”

You were trying so damn hard to keep your bottom lip from trembling.

“Killing him won’t change that. It won’t change a damn thing. Not to me.” He cupped your jaw, turning it to face him. “You’re still you. You always will be.” A light laugh. “Even with yellow eyes.”

You managed a smile through the few tears that had already fallen. He wiped at one with a gloved thumb.

“He might be right about some things, but the depth of your character is not one of them.”

That got your attention.

“What do you mean?” He didn’t reply. “Din. What did he say to you?” 

He kept stroking a thumb absentmindedly over your cheekbone. When he finally spoke, it was only a breathy whisper. “You are. Above me. I don’t deserve to touch you; I don’t even deserve to breathe your air.” It felt like you were being gutted. “I don’t deserve to want you. He’s right about that.” He huffed a mirthless laugh. “As if I could even help it.”

Oh, stars. What a fucking pair the two of you made, both so convinced you were unworthy of the other. It was almost hilarious. “This is stupid,” you said as if it was an epiphany. “That is so stupid.” You punched him, square on the breastplate. He barely even moved, but your hand hurt so badly that you had to shake it out.

That eclipsed your problems. Din Djarin, singlehandedly responsible for teaching you to trust again, for bringing you back from the brink maker knows how many times, for making you feel love and pleasure so strong it burned a hole in your chest. He thought himself unworthy of you.

“I’m going to kill him.” Din’s helmet cocked to one side at your quick change of heart. “And then I’m going to show you why that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”

“I love you.” Those three words, the way they rolled off his tongue, crackled through the vocoder, they were so charged with emotion that they singed through you like a blaster bolt.

He stood and then offered a hand down. “Do you want me with you?” You took it, rising to your feet and brushing sand off of your trousers.

“Yes. Please.” Always.

He only nodded. Waited for you to make the first move. And when you finally stepped ahead of him, walking back to the mouth of the palace, he had a hand on the small of your back, as if he knew the depth of comfort that it offered.

You didn’t want to keep looking over your shoulder. Because you would. If you left him alive now, no matter where the three of you went in the galaxy, there would always be the possibility of him looming, of Palpatinelooming, just around the corner. And it wasn’t just about you. This was about keeping Grogu safe too. And you would do absolutely anything to protect him, even if it meant… whatever it meant.

The roughly hewn rock cavern was cool, mercifully. Though it did little to stifle the heat of your nerves, the sweat rolling between your shoulder blades. The clamminess of your hands. Din stayed a few paces behind.

“So, what’s it going to be?” His ability to remain unruffled in the face of possible death was almost admirable. You throat was too dry to reply, so you focused instead on the gate control panel. It rose up with an unpleasant screech. You could see him assessing your own features, Din’s stance. He didn’t believe you would do it, but he was smart enough to realise he wasn’t escaping.

“Really?” His eyebrows rose. “You’re going to make him do it for you? At least have the decency to kill me yourself.” A last ditch attempt. If only he knew that your mind was made up. You reached a hand behind you, not taking your eyes off the Imp. You weren’t taking any chances. Din understood; he always did.

But you had expected the blaster. A single shot to the head and it would be over. That wasn’t what Din handed you. The handle was smooth, heavier than you expected, all sharp angles and cool steel. Harsh? Maybe. But people had been known to survive a blaster bolt. 

It ignited smoothly. You swung it low, experimental. The blade hummed in response.

And suddenly there was fear—real fear—in his eyes. And oh, how it made your blood sing. 

“You won’t.” I sounded like he was trying to convince himself. He gaped at you, mouth opening and closing, searching desperately for words that might spare his worthless life. “He’ll come for you!”

You advanced, rolling the darksaber’s hilt in your grasp. Palms slick with sweat. “You’re delusional.” You wish you believed it more. There was no fanfare, no grand moment. You drove the darksaber through his chest without pause, without hesitation. And it didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel evil. You were glad to see the light leave his eyes. But the words he uttered in his last breaths would stay with you for a long time, rousing you from nightmares for years to come.

“The master… needs an apprentice.”

You looked majestic holding the saber. It didn’t seem as heavy for you as it did for him, perhaps because you were already used to the weight of power. Din felt pride swell in his chest like a blooming flower.

The symbolism that the Imp had put upon his own death was bullshit, but he had known it would affect you, cloud your judgement. The truth? It was that he deserved to die, brutally, and that regardless of who made the killing blow, it was justified. Din only thought, fleetingly, that it was too easy. That he deserved a slower demise, more painful. That perhaps your actions had even been merciful. Maker knows that if Din had been the one to do it, his methods may have blanched even Fett’s already Sarlacc-bleached skin.

He had crumpled to the floor, the edges of his wound glowing slightly as the skin cauterized. You were heaving, lost in the moment of death. So he brought you back, and hand on your elbow snaking to your hand, helping you to extinguish the darksaber. You let it happen, leaned into his touch. Turned to him and smiled, because it was over, because this time he wasn’t coming back. He loved being the one to center you. That smile was haunted, tinged with some far-reaching darkness that he knew wouldn’t pass easily. But it wouldpass. With time.

“Let’s go get our kid.” 

You nodded, and he watched the stiffness ease from your shoulders. You looked tired. So tired. Din pulled you into his chest.

“It’ll be okay.” He would burn the galaxy down to ensure it.

You went to take a shower. You had stumbled over your words, trying to explain why. Din had stopped you, knowing the reason innately, having experienced it himself. A need to wash the deed off, to clean the blood that hadn’t even stained your hands. He sought out Fett while you were gone, thanked him, refueled the Crest. 

They were both quiet as they worked, a lack of words available to describe what they wished to say. Finally, Boba broke the silence.

“Take care of her. Protect her. She needs you. They both do.” 

Din nodded in acknowledgement, not trusting himself to speak stably. Boba seemed to catch on quite easily, stopping his tinkering with one of the hull’s new outer panels. 

“I know what it’s like… to feel like you don’t deserve happiness. After everything you’ve done.” Din stilled, hand hovering over the fuel tank lid. “Learn to be selfish sometimes, Djarin. It’s the one thing you’ll never regret.” 

Fett didn’t wait for a reply, clapping him once on the back before moving to exit the hanger. “You’ve always got a landing pad with us. Don’t forget that.” His murmur of thanks came too late; Boba had already left.

The shower had only half helped, but seeing Din again, bent over and fussing with wiring, was much more effective.

“Need a hand?” He jumped a little; you must have been too quiet on approach. “Sorry.”

He rose to full height, and you shrunk under what you could tell was an assessing look, even with the helmet. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now.”

 His head tilted. “Be honest with me, please.”

You sighed, because of course he could read you. “I’ll be okay.” He was too quiet, probably running through ideas of how to put a smile on your face. The idea of it was enough to do just that. You swore that you could see his stature loosen. “Let me help with the cables. Your hands are too big.” You swatted Din to the side, crouching over the panel he had been studying.

“The ramp’s been fussing. I came in too hard when I landed, probably shorted something. And the cockpit door doesn’t close. Um. It’s dented.” You knew why. But the information made you study him, looking up into the dark T of the visor. Fennec had told you briefly about how he had practically stormed the palace, leaving a trail of incapacitated Gamorreans in his wake in his rush to get to the throne room. ‘Panicked,’ Shand had said. You had never seen him panicked before, even when the kid had been taken. Always cool and calculated.

Wires momentarily forgotten, you rose steadily and circled your arms around his middle, cheek resting against that divot in his breastplate. He stiffened at the suddenness of your movement. 

“Thank you. I haven’t said it… I don’t say it nearly enough.” His body felt nice in the circle of your arms, warm and sure and real. You could feel the shudder of his inhale as he hugged you back.

You had pushed your boundaries with him recently, physically. But this… the simplicity of being able to curl your arms around each other, share breath, feel his heartbeat on the other side of a beskar plate, and know what it meant; you wouldn’t trade it for a single thing. 

And to think that you thought you might never experience this. Such an all-consuming type of love, a fierce protectiveness, a family. 

Maybe the stories had been right; perhaps the stars did align sometimes.

Even with all the events of the day, Din and you were early to Mos Eisley. The suns were getting low, but only enough to cast that warm reddish glow upon the sand. You both sat on the ship’s extended ramp, looking out towards the street. It regaled you with memories of only a few days prior. And how impossible it seemed that so much had happened in such a short period of time. 

Din had kissed you before opening the Crest, once… twice… more times than you could count. Your lips felt swollen, but you doubted you would ever get enough of him. The crowds were getting louder as spectators made their way back from the podracing track, their ruckus travelling into the landing bay and echoing off the walls. It was… nice. Really nice. One thing could make it perfect.

A shrill cry stood out over the commotion. One that you knew all too well. He tried his best to run towards you, short legs tripping over the long fabric of his cloak. You and Din met him halfway, scooping him up from the sand, dusting it off his clawed feet. Grogu cried out in joy, and you tried and failed to stop the wave of emotion before it crested. Because from him you felt such love that it bore a hole straight through your heart. Love and happiness and bone-crushing relief. 

“He was worried about us,” you told Din, laughing through blurred vision. You were holding the child in your arms, and Din was holding you in his. Grogu messed with your earlobe with one clawed hand, and the fabric of Din’s cowl with the other. 

So this was what home felt like.

“We’re good, Grogu. We’re okay.” Din was fussing with his ears, such a tender motion. “Hope you minded your manners, kid.”

Peli’s high pitched voice cut through the moment. “Well, what am I? Chopped liver?” All three of you looked up at the same time.

The tiny woman had both hands on her hips, a fond smirk across her lips. She closed the distance between you. “Kid’s an absolute joy. A menace… but a joy. You two sure you don’t have any more galaxy-wide adventures you need to take care of?”

Din squeezed your waist. “We’re on sabbatical. Extended leave.” 

She nodded in appreciation. “Good. Take them both somewhere real nice then. Five-star resort, renowned chefs, the works.” She muttered under breath: “Maker knows you can afford it.”

Grogu cooed. You wondered if he was starting to recognize the word chef, given its association with his absolute favourite word, food.

“Something like that,” Din answered. You hadn’t really discussed you plans to follow this, your priority having been getting the kid back. It didn’t matter too much to you, not really, not as long as you had the two of them at your side. 

He had already punched in the coordinates when you came up behind him, Grogu on your shoulder, your hand on his own.

“Can I ask something of you?” You were wearing the vambraces. He was momentarily speechless, forgetting you had just posed a question. They fit perfectly. He wondered, awestruck, just how the Armourer did it. She had once said that each piece speaks of its wearer as she strikes it into shape. He wondered if she saw you.

Beautiful. And all his. 

“Din?”

“Anything you want.” His voice was breathy, caught off guard. Your bashful smile was heavenly. He wanted to kiss you… kiss the beskar… fuck you with nothing but the gauntlets on. Grogu squawked sharply at the both of you, as if to say ‘Get on with it.’ 

You laughed, before the smile faded into something more muted. Apprehension, curiosity.

“I want…” You fiddled with the tattered edge of his cape, toying with a hole in it, taking a deep breath before meeting his eyes again. “I want to go see Skywalker.”

“I thought you might say that.” He noted your look of well-camouflaged surprise. “There’s a box for you in hull storage, when you’re ready.” He knew that you knew what was in it. He was going to get choked up if you kept looking at him like that. Din spun back around to face the dash. “I’ve got to redo my calculations now.”

“I’m sorry.” He had to smile at the dismayed tone of your voice.

He was quick to reassure. “Don’t be. It’s the right choice. I’m proud of you.” He let the words settle and it was quiet in the cockpit for a time, apart from Grogu’s occasional babble, which was starting to sound concerningly more like actual words. Maker, forbid.

As he circled Tatooine and emerged into the inky blackness of space, you asked: “Where were we going to go?”

He grinned under the helmet. “I’d rather keep that a surprise for now, if that’s alright with you?” You probably knew anyways; you could probably guess.

You slept with him.

Not like that; you were both a little apprehensive with Grogu only metres away. The pram was closed, as was the door to the cot, but it was still new. Simply sharing a bed with Din, however, was just as nice.

He snored—albeit lightly—but it made you smile. He had tugged the helmet off once the kid was asleep and had let you run your fingers through his tamped-down hair. He had said you were fussing. You had told him to shut it. So he had fallen asleep with his head on your lap, a broad hand curled over your knee. He had bent his spine at an impossible angle, but you could wake and shift him as soon as you put this damn datapad down.

You were looking up Luke Skywalker, ‘doing your homework,’ as Din had said earlier in a gruff and sleepy voice. However, it had only worsened your nervousness. He was a hero, known across the galaxy for his role in the defeat of the Empire… of the Emperor. He stood against everything you were taught, a figure of unyielding good in the face of what was once impending darkness. Practically a deity. Would he loathe you? Because you might remind him of his past, what he fought against, what he lost. Or would he be sympathetic? Vader was his father, after all. Would he understand corruption, a turn to the dark for survival, because there was no other choice? Would he see you as someone who could be redeemed?

You sighed, sweeping a hand across your face. Your vision was starting to go unfocused, eyelids getting heavy as you fought against your own fatigue.

“Put it down,” he mumbled, squeezing your knee. “I can hear you overthinking; it woke me up.”

That made you laugh. “No, it didn’t. Liar.”

Din grunted and rose on his elbows, plucking the tech from your hands and depositing it in the makeshift hammock above. He then grabbed you by the hips and dragged you down, until you were flat on your back. You yelped. “Sleep.” It was a command.

You couldn’t have resisted even if you wanted to. Because he had caged you into him, arms winding around your waist and tightening. You melted to fit his body.

“Love you.” It was barely intelligible, just a string of syllables muttered into your neck, but it was enough. More than enough. It was everything.

“I love you, Din,” you replied. He hummed in satisfaction.

You left your worries behind for another night.

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[ruanbaijie]

You watch a lot shows. Is snowfall one you would highly recommend?

I don’t watch a lot of shows or movies but I’m kind of feeling like picking one up, but I want it to be a good one.

okay this comes with a hugeass disclaimer: I am extremely biased towards this show, because my all-time favourite hyper-specific trope is vampires Done Right - i.e. with a healthy dose of longing and yearning, angst and pain, and inner conflict

and snowfall delivers that ✨ exquisitely ✨

so yes, it's one of the best shows of all time that I've watched, never mind the 7.9 rating on mdl (am I salty? yes I'm salty. some people don't have taste.), never mind how the plot is actually pretty simple. secondhand embarrassment-inducing cgi aside, I've actually come to terms with how it ended especially after having read the novel, and I'd say I'm actually pretty satisfied even with the show ending

in any case, it's not a long show (another thing I'm also very salty about) and it's very easy to binge

more reasons why you should totally watch it:

A++++ cinematography

republican era aesthetics

everyone looks like they've walked out from a runway (in this house we do not talk about the ninja knights in sparkly disco pants)

the most unexpected humour

hints of yaoi (I'm not kidding)

a soundtrack that is small but really hits

brilliant acting

gao weiguang

gao weiguang with long hair

gao weiguang with long hair in republican era clothes

[i-think-were-alone-n0w]

if i see ONE MORE PERSON say that season 4 five was "mischaracterised" or "written poorly" im gonna seriously say some (not) nice words.

So, here's a break down of five and lila's arc importance to his character, and to the show

note: this is not biased, and not centered on the ship. this is purely an analisys on his behaviour and it's not held togheter by the fact i ship them. in fact, i was the biggest diego and lila shipper, with diego being my favourite character.

to begin with, as we know, five has only ever "loved" a goddamned mannequin before.

throughout the entirety of the show, how many times have we seen this man be happy? how many times have we seen him genuinely smile?

it felt like for the first time in a good while, we saw five happy. we saw a smile on his face like never before. the look in his eyes when talking to lila, especially in this exact scene;

here we can see how in love he looks, he looks like lila put the stars in the sky just for him, he looks as if they were the last humans alive.

at last, five's ideal timeline was growing old with lila, even if it meant abandoning his entire family and leaving the two of them alone.

now, can you imagine his emotions when lila was upset and wanted to go back? can you imagine his heart shatter when he heard her saying it all meant nothing to her?

because to him, it meant everything. she was his everything now. after seven long years, he was ready to give it all up. here we see five opening up in a way, (for probably the first time in the show), where he's soft, he's emotional, and he has so much love to give. he would make her a hand-made bracelet. he would hunt for their food. he would sit there alone and water those stupid strawberries all day, if it meant being by her side and loving each other. and at last, he would tell her the truth, risking his ideal life he's achieved, but hoping that she felt the same.

but she didn't.

no, i will not deny any of diego's pain. he's been through so much and he did NOT deserve any of what happened to him. lila managed to hurt both of these men and managed to make it a mess. i dont entirely blame her, but you get me. at the same time, yes, i will pity five. he's been through so much, and at his final moments, he managed to get stuck and fall in love with someone he can't have. no matter how hard he loved her, theres was something to stop it.

in this arc, its important we see through and to five. its important we see once again how much he values love. after all, all he does fir his family, is from love. do you people remember how much he valued delores in the first season? he was protecting that mannequin with his life. here we can see how a man's desperation can push him to things, sure. but some of you don't see how he was genuinely in love here!

i love them ALL so much, and they will forever hold a special place in my heart. if you're still not convinced five was in love with lila, here's some further evidence:

- of course, the bonding moments they've has during those years, that we've already seen or never got to

- the look in his eyes whenever they talked

-"okay, love." after he gave her the bracelet;

-at the end, when he held her in the subway. that look, that hold. it held so much love. the soft and reassuring action here, as well as the "i know." in response to lila's "i hate you for this"

- the way that, even when her and diego were arguing, and she already told him she has to go back, five was still looking at her with hope and anticipation. hoping she could still love him.

-the way she's the only one he's ever opened up to. he's been in that apocalypse for far longer, and when he came back, he didnt open up to any of his family that he trusted. but to lila, he did. he would.

i could probably add more, and i'll make more if needed. what's real is that five and lila have always had great chemistry, and i didn't hate them as much as everyone says. in fact, i kind of ship them. however, this is heavily influenced by the fact i just want five to be happy, but it seems he's fell in love with the wrong person. well. not like it matters now. they're all gone. happy tua ending, fuck me

[theoutcastrogue]

[D&D PLAYTEST] Pleasant surprise: 5.5 is actually getting good! And in combat I can FINALLY do something more exciting than "hit it again"

So this was my biggest issue with 5e: when I play a character who's good at hitting things, as opposed to flinging spells at things, I want to do cool shit! I love tactical combat, and I can't stand it when "I hit it again" is the only option of a martial character. Everyone should have options, but especially the Rogue. (I'm biased, yes, but the Rogue is conceptually the one class that fights dirty.) And disappointingly, not even the Swashbuckler got manoeuvres in 5e. For everyone other than Battle Masters and monks with Stunning Strike, our only options in 2014 were a measly Shove / Grapple / Disarm IN PLACE of an attack (for many of us, our only attack), and that was WITH optional DMG features. And Tasha's additions were only a marginal improvement.

You couldn't impose conditions with an attack, which, from a simulation aspect, is just silly. Any two-bit caster could do the craziest shit with spells, but an epic level martial couldn't even say "I hit 'em so hard or so deftly that they got a headache". For the most part, they could only say "I hit it again" and deal damage. And I hate that. It's boring. I even had an unfinished homebrew project of Called Shots, where you could spend a resource to do interesting shit with your attacks (give 'em disadvantage, make 'em dazed, reduce speed, that sort of thing). For Rogues, that resource was Sneak Attack dice. And guess what! In the latest version of the 5.5 playtest, WE GET THAT!

Can I get a fuck yeah, and also a fucking finally.

It's not an automatic win button, and that's good! I don't want win buttons (that's also boring), I want options. Cunning Strike is situationally useful, and that's ideal: if it's always good, you'd do it every time (so why isn't it a standard rule?), and if it's always bad, you'd never do it (so why does it exist at all?). If it's potentially good, depending on the situation, it means I get to THINK what I'm gonna do on my turn, and that's such a joy.

For years now, the only combat decisions my Rogues made in 5e were about movement/positioning, and how to get advantage. And co-ordinating with the others, which always happens, I mean it's a group game. But I had very little to contribute in that department other than flanking, I usually just waited for THEM to help ME to get advantage or something.

With this feature (which I'll be stealing as is, regardless of what happens to the playtest, or if I'm gonna adopt 5.5 as a whole or not), I can set up moves for others, I can impose conditions, so many things. Plus, it's customisable. Now that this basic framework is in place, anyone can fiddle with it and come up with new effects that fit their game and style. (I am NOT in favour of perfect rulesets that cover all bases, needs, and preferences, since that's an impossible and silly thing to ask. I am in favour of solid frameworks, that can be easily tweaked and built upon.) So I am ecstatic. I don't have to hit it again every time! Holy shit!

This is not a blanket endorsement of "One D&D" (I'll keep calling it 5.5, thankyouverymuch). It's still a work in progress, I haven't even read all of it in yet, and I do have issues with it, big and small. (And if my favourite class was the Monk, I'd be thumbs down right now: this one needs a lot of work, oof.) But with Weapon Mastery rules (another interesting development for martial characters), and better feats, and with this enormous improvement, I feel that some of the fundamental problems I had with 5e get... kinda solved. The new Rogue simply KICKS ASS. The whole class, not just Cunning Strike, it's a huge improvement. [Go read it, here's the PDF link.]

It's not overpowered, mind you. In terms of damage output it still lags behind Fighters and Barbarians and whathaveyou (which I'm perfectly okay with: Rogues are experts and skillmonkeys, they got stuff to do out of combat, meanwhile Barbarians have ONE JOB so they better be scary good at it), and full casters still slay. It just does cool shit, and I ask you: why do we even bother with the fuckton of combat rules in D&D if not to do cool shit?

See treantmonk's video below for a nice breakdown of the new Rogue. It's a few months old, and a couple of things have been revised since then: there's no "Arcane" spell list any more, so the Arcane Trickster presumably reverts to the Wizard spell list, and the Weapon Mastery rules are slightly different now. But they're very minor changes, and all the conclusions, with which I wholeheartedly agree, stand: this is simply FANTASTIC.

[akookminsupporter]

Hi

I hope you are well.

Please do not take this the wrong way or that I am attacking in any way because thats absolutely not my intention. I am also aware that someone's language can derive different meaning because it's so hard to decipher the tone while reading things as opposed to when someone speaks to you face to face. I would like to express this because I love the way you write and express yourself.

I hadnt actually been on Tumblr for a while because life has been hard lately but I have finally gotten some reprieve from real life so thought I would check it. You have been one of my favourite blogs so I of course read your stuff first. Now I would like to put my own cent for one of your posts. I read the one where you speak about how a lot of Jikook Tumblr blogs are Jimin biased. I actually completely disagree with you. And the only reason I disagree with you is because I am from the other side of Tumblr where most if not all the blog posts I follow for Jikook are JK biased pretending to be Jikook biased.

I have literally had so many of these people say to me that it's okay for JK to get all the company support because JK will ensure that JM gets the support he needs. What the fuck does that even mean? Like I get that they are okay with JK getting a lot of.suport and I am fine with that because who the fuck am I judge what they get and don't get. But to stop me from voicing my disappointment with the company because apparently noticing the blatant lack of support to Jimin's music and promotion is somehow anti JK. How does that even make sense when I am fully happy with JK and his achievement.

These set of people were pissed off at JM because he didn't make the time out of his busy schedule to come to JKs concert after his Budapest stint. Mind you these people were trying to tell me how it was uncool of JM not to attend his concert but these were the same people who then were okay with JK just watching JMs content from his own home. Mind you, when I called them out on their double standard, their response was passive aggressive as fuck. Like yes it cute that JK was watching JMs stuff but also he was in Korea most of the time. Why did he not attend a lot of Jimins promotional stuff? The car scene of AYS further reiterated the fact that JK was free and had a lot of time when JM was busy as fuck but why isn't he expect to go and physically visit him? How is Jimin expected to be on everyone's stuff but Jimin can't be expected to have the same.

I think what I am trying to say is that the double standards are stupid as fuck but super gross when it comes to Jikook. I have only seen side where the way they treat JM is kinda gross but I am glad that you are part of the other side so I can see that they are all immature and there is no winning them.

I read the one where you speak about how a lot of Jikook Tumblr blogs are Jimin biased.

When did I say that? Did I say those exact words? Would you mind sending me the link to the post where I said that?

[decchanlover]

DAY 14 OF 14DAYSOFMHA

Anything You Want

At first I wanted to dedicate the last day to the love that I have for this series and revisit some of my favourite memories. But because everyone has something to say about the ending of the series, I decided to also dump whatever I have on my mind.

Especially with the topic of Horikoshi's treatment towards Izuku and the villains.

Because with this fandoms logic:

Killing a beloved character = omg the writer hates them!

Now, if Horikoshi killed them in cold blood without having them find their happiness/purpose/peace, then yes I would agree that this ending sucked.

But I never saw it this way.

Now this is my personal (and very biased opinion) that could be extremely wrong. But at last, BNHA ended and everyone and their mother is talking about it so, here goes nothing.

"The villains didn't get what they wanted"

Tenko/Tomura Shigaraki

"His only desire was to destroy" was it though?

Why don't we go back, to the very beginning of Tenko Shimura.

No, his first ever desire was to become a hero.

"Okay then he should have lived and become heroes with Deku"

.... First of all, I highly doubt that ANY citizen of Japan would be happy to have the guy that was so heavily involved in two deadly wars become one of their heroes. This scene conveys the message perfectly.

So no, he can't become their hero but that ... shouldn't matter anyway because Tenko was already a hero to the villains.

He fought for them, protected them, promised them a new beginning with freedom. The moment where he states his true goal, is still my favourite moment from his character. Because we know that he has been feeling lost. Who was he? Were his thoughts his own or AFO's?

The need to protect them was his. Finally for the first time he's talking straight from him heart, without AFO's influence. Tenko Shimura never wanted to destroy but to save.

Tenko Shimura didn't die being AFO's puppet . His life, his whole existence was planned by him. That's the moment he's breaking free from the AFO shackles and makes his own decision. He's a hero. AFO's desperation to mold him into a heartless super villain gets destroyed by Shigaraki himself.

So Tenko wanted to survive in order to continue being their hero. But here's the problem, the Lov didn't exist anymore. As Tenko was saying how he's the hero of the villains, said villains were either dead (Twice) dying on the battlefield (Toga) and were about to die in a few months (Dabi)

So if not for them then what would keep Tenko alive? His will was to protect them, and he did. You can't blame any of their deaths on him, from his part he did a good job being their leader. He truly cared about them.

His first wish was to be a hero, and a hero he became. Just with a twist. Instead of taking down bad guys, he protected them. He found his purpose before he died.

(Side note) Shigaraki makes his last appearance in the last page of the finale... and I loved it. I didn't get emotional just because he's there but because of what he's wearing.

It's the clothes that he had in the beginning of the series :')

But most importantly, look at his body, the hands of his dead family that AFO forced on him, aren't there anymore.

He's free. He finally found peace.

Twice

All Twice ever wanted was to belong. To have a family. Simple as that but because of who he was he truly thought that it was almost impossible to fit in. But the Lov became his family. The Lov made him feel like he belonged. You can just see how grateful he is as he's slowly dying. He thinks back to his life and states proudly that he had never been unlucky, which is obviously not true.

Twice have been anything but lucky but in his final moments he thinks that he was. Because while yes most of his life was miserable, just by meeting the Lov and have them be a part in his life, he looks back and can only think how lucky he was, to live and meet them. He found his family before he died.

(u can see a pattern here and yes you're right)

Toga Himiko

Toga wanted to be accepted as she was. To have people not judge or get disgusted by her. For someone to understand her. And she found that comfort in Ochako. The line about Togas smile means so much more than what many think.

And I know because it has been meme-ed to death that a lot of people can't take this scene seriously anymore and it is a shame!! Cuz that's what Toga always wanted to hear. Because she was targeted and ridiculed for that same smile and now for the first time there was someone that not only accepted her smile but she thought that she was beautiful, the most beautiful. So come on say it with me, she got what she wanted before she died.

She doesn't think of herself as a monster. No, she's normal and she's the cutest girl in the world!

(ps, I just realised that Twice died in the arms of the person that accepted him the most, Toga. And then Toga also died in the arms of the person that accepted her in the end the most, Ochako)

Dabi/ Toya

He wanted approval. He wanted his father's attention. But he also wanted love (all people who think dabi as a heartless monster can go now!) that boy thought his need for revenge cancelled all his desperation for love but HA NO! And I'm so glad that at the very end you can see his true self shine through. Dabi got Endeavours attention, he had him apologising for everything. He got his family together and the knowledge that Shoto, the brother that he tried to kill on multiple occasions, doesn't hate him, only asks him about his favourite food.

He. Got. What. He. Wanted. Before. He. Died.

I think Izuku, Ochako and Shoto will always live with that burden. When the whole world thinks of these guys as monsters, they can say otherwise.

The public doesn't see little Tenko in the villain Shigaraki. Only Izuku does. Only Izuku has seen a small boy getting abused by his family, and then manipulated by AFO.

The public will not find Togas smile the prettiest but most likely creepy. But Ochako thinks it's beautiful!

And the public couldn't care less about Toyas favourite food because he's just Dabi to them. But that was what Shoto only wanted to know.

Along side Izuku, Ochako, and Shoto stands us, the readers. Just like how these three know what truly these villains were, we also know because we lived through their povs. We've seen them being silly and making jokes, living life as "normally" as possible. We've seen why they ended up becoming villains. And now we have to live with their absence.

Which is why for me Spinner and Mr. Compress are the saddest part.

To question what was the point of the league of villains is like you're insulting them. The point was the happiness that they found. Their home, the place to belong.

Spinners scene is heartbreaking but personally what breaks me the most is Mr. Compress. Yes that small panel of him smiling while reading (probably) the book that Spinner wrote about the Lov. Just seeing the fondness in his smile is enough to convince me that after everything that went down, he doesn't regret it. He doesn't regret the league of villains. It was probably the happiest he'd ever felt in his life. And after 8 years not a single thing could change his mind. He was and still is, happy that he got to meet them.

But then I ask myself, what ending would fit them? A "happy ending" only sounds happy to us. And apparently for BNHA fans:

happy ending = all characters must live.

Would Tenko be happy to know that what awaits him is a life trapped in a prison without the Lov being alive? As if they would ever let him out. So what, Izuku visits to trauma dump on each other and then when it's over Izuku goes back to his happy little life being a Pro Hero, and Tenko goes back to being alone? Trapped in a room with only his thoughts and the remaining trauma? Would that even make him happy? I personally can't think of another ending that doesn't revolve Tenko being thrown in prison. I just go with what sounds more realistic. Trust me, I would LOVE to see him as a Pro Hero alongside Deku and Dynamight. But that's maybe for an alternative universe :')

Toga was (and still kinda is) the one that confused me the most. Hori just kept avoiding to show us any actual evidence of her being dead. It felt like it was building up, that it was going somewhere but at the end she's really gone. But again, same question with Tenko, would Toga be happy as a prisoner for life? I just imagine Ochako visiting her to update on her life and lift her mood, but then again, Toga would only be happy because of Ochako's happiness and not her own. It's tricky, I really really wanted her to live. But at the same time I don't know how it could have been handled.

(Alternative ending: Toga lives, she hides until Ochako becomes a Pro Hero. Then they meet and immediately fall in love and decide to run away together ❤️)

Dabi is the most complicated one. I will say that what we got from chapter 426 was pretty satisfying to me.

It's bittersweet, exactly like I expected it to be.

For Dabi to live, logistically would be impossible. He's quite literally a walking corpse. I'm assuming he died after a few months from chapter 426.

And this is where the open ending solution can be unsatisfying.

I wanna know how he died. Was he alone? Was he crying? Apologizing? Was his family with him? Maybe Shoto? And if yes, then did he apologize to him? Did he die peacefully? :')

That's why open endings can be 50/50 for me. It's nice to leave things up to the readers interpretation but sometimes you just really wanna know what exactly went down.

Alive doesn't equal to happy.

As a fan of these characters (myself included) of course you'd wish for them to stay alive because you're attached to them.

And you have a every right to feel attached to them, even if they are the "villains" of the show.

Horikoshi didn't punish them with death. He clearly cared about these characters. Otherwise he wouldn't go out of his way to humanize them.

To dedicate two volumes on them and their backstories, knowing fully well that they aren't as popular as the heroes in Japan.

Of course not all endings are satisfying. But personally to me, seeing them break their walls down and either accept love (Toga, Touya) or find their purpose (Tenko) was enough for me to smile in the end.

It's a sad smile nonetheless, but loving and cheering for the "bad guys" is always like you're playing directly with fire.

Izuku Midoriya: Do Not Be Defeated By The Rain

Don't get me wrong, Izuku deserved to have an emotional breakdown. He deserved to be comforted and be told that he isn't a murderer.

It hurts to see him move on while his heart is still heavy with pain.

He needed a hug. Someone to hold him.

But Izuku doesn't allow himself to have an emotional breakdown.

He thinks he completely deserves it.

It's almost like he thinks this:

Breakdown means your heart is complaining about something. You can't complain, that's ungrateful.

(He's still alive while someone else isn't)

You need to stay humble and live with it.

(He said he's fine while feeling slightly lonely for years)

If others are crying, you should go and comfort them.

(Katsuki, Spinner, Ochako)

But don't expect or even wish to be comforted back.

(He never did)

The choices that you made will live alongside you.

(.....)

And the only thing that you can do, is move forward and be grateful even if unhappy.

Sounds awfully familiar, right?

Better dismissed as useless than flattered as a "Great Man"

Izuku stayed true to his character until the very end.

That's Deku for you. A selfless person that will never put himself first, will never truly think of himself as important, will always question his worth and will always downgrade his value.

It's frustrating to watch, it's hard. You love that character so much, you just wanna bang your head against the wall thinking just how much more he deserves.

I don't think Horikoshi is the one that thinks Izuku doesn't deserve to have a moment for himself, it's Izuku himself who's against it.

That's why I'm so glad that even after many years, he's surrounded by the loveliest people that care and want to show him how incredible he is.

He might not want to face it, but he truly is a "Great Man" :)

At the end, you can say and feel however you want. Things could have easily been handled with more care. But this wasn't my or your story. If that's what Horikoshi wanted then I'm ok with it. The open ending leaves so much for us the fans to figure out and get creative with! I'm honestly grateful for that. Now I know for sure that this fandom won't die that easily.

I will be honest with my next topic:

Calling Horikoshi a useless writer and saying things like "put that pen down" and "maybe it's time to retire" is very disrespectful and just plain rude. I get it, you didn't like the ending. But I personally find it too harsh.

People saying that Horikoshi now sucks but used to be good, mind you, the "used to be good" literally refers to a few chapters before the finale. So in a spam of five chapters he became the worst writer possible? No. That's the ending that he had in his mind. Like it or hate it, it shouldn't cancel all of Horikoshi's work.

We all know that he has given us amazing arcs with brilliant characters and backstories. That man knows how to write, he's just not perfect. He's a good writer with flaws. You know, like any other normal human out there?

No matter what ending we'd get, it would never satisfy every single fan.

Some wanted for all the villains to stay alive while others didn't care about their survival.

Some wanted for all the main characters (especially Izuku) to get married with kids and stuff and others (like myself) hated that idea.

Hell some people still wanted Bakugou to end up dead somehow. Or for Izuku to get revenge. For Toga and Ochako to become canon. Katsuki and Izuku to become canon. Mina and Kirishima, Denki and Jirou, Izuku and Ochako... You get the point!

Everybody wanted something different. How on earth could you satisfy a fandom with so many different needs? You simply can't.

I'm not saying that I LOVED the ending. But I also don't think it's a bad ending. Is it rushed? Yes. But is it bad? It depends on who you ask. If you ask me, I wouldn't call it bad at all.

And for the love of god, stop saying that Horikoshi got sick of BNHA and wanted to end it as soon as possible. That he "hates Deku" omfg are you listening to yourselves?

First of all, even if Horikoshi really wanted to end BNHA, that doesn't mean that he hates it! His love and adoration for his series can coexist with his need to move on to something different. It's been ten whole years and I get it. If he wants to create something new I will definitely stick around to see it.

At last, people undermine how worst we could have had it. Getting the ending of a long series right is difficult .

He's still a good writer in my eyes. Not perfect but very good with interesting ideas to share. Overall I enjoyed this ride. And the more time passes the more I like this ending.

I still hope for more material tho. Maybe from team up or light novels? Perhaps any original ova or movie? (I will always beg for a fantasy movie PLEASE BONES JUST DO IT)

Either way I definitely want more from adult class 1A. Headcanons and fanon stories to fill gaps are good but come on Horikoshi 👁️👁️ don't be shy, share some facts with the class.

Saying goodbye to BNHA feels weird...

Those 3 years of being in the fandom brought me so much happiness and laughter. I will forever be grateful to Kohei Horikoshi for creating this wonderful series. Nothing will ever come this close in my heart.

[leclerced]

So since I’m done with angst here come some analysis. This is going to be completely biased because I have my favourites yk😌

So I imagine that they’d have their personal favourites. They LIKE everyone but with some there’s some deeper connection if u know what I mean.

And it would be with of course Lando and Oscar but they kinda don’t count right. So after them it’s Carlos because duh. He knows how to please their girl and is always so considerate it’s absolutely amazing and makes all three feel warm inside (and not only because of orgasms). Maybe one time but just one. He shows Oscar how to make Lando cum in seconds. He gives him expert blowjob or hand job idk and Oscar is like “Okay you can’t just do that to him I have a dick too. It’s the first and last time you did it but yes it was hot”

Then Lestappen because they are actually more interested in each other than anything else. So much that the poor girl has to be like “yes you’re hot when you’re making out but you know that the whole point of the meeting is having sex with me right?” And they blush and make her cum like six times and at the end they ask her if they can cum and she loves the power.

Then I think Daniel and he’s below lestappen only because they don’t fuck very often. They like it very much and it’s always a good time but still they don’t really need that with each other. But when it happens…the room needs to be soundproof because they’re both vocal af.

Lewis is next. Same as Daniel not very often and he’s more of a good friend all in all. There are just times when she feels the need to be manhandled by Lewis or Lewis really wants her. She likes his experience but it can also be overwhelming so healthy doses are recommended.

Then Alex and his courting. She absolutely adores it and always giggles when her boys are a bit flustered when Alex gets them something. Especially Oscar that’s new to this and he can be dominant and power hungry with everyone but Alex. I mean how could he be when he got chocolates, new hoodie, a whole meal from the best restaurant in town and freaking flowers because Alex didn’t know what Oscar likes so he kind of got him everything that came to his mind😭✋ And about sex, well she likes being dominating with the boy. He always begs so pretty and it’s exhilarating because usually it’s her in that position.

I’d give George here because he’s always so eager that Lando or Oscar has to remind him about condoms. He ironically has an amazing memory so he remembers all of her spots and can rile her up so the foreplay is always the most enjoyable but then the sex in itself…well let’s say she prefers when Oscar or Lando finish what George started.

And last but not least we’ve got Lance. Sorry not sorry I just don’t really like him so I’m gonna be nice and not elaborate.

Have an amazing day sweetie (can I call you that?)

no this is so good im crying 🫶🏻 yes u can call me sweetie

i have nothing to add this is perfect in everyyyy way. esp the part about lance, so relatable. i forget he exists. in my head he’d be a pity fuck bc they feel bad lance is being left out of the party 😭 but ik some ppl actually like him so i dont wanna be toooo mean to him

[redshift-corridor]

Okay consider this me feeling prompted to just send an ask about whatever

What are some of your favourite Octopath tracks, from either game?

OKAY time to dig into this. I'm trying not to get too excessive so I'll keep it to a few thematic categories (yes there are way too many tracks I like that I don't want to cut out :,D) This will be heavily OT2-biased too - while OT1 is still my second favorite OST of all time, it lost a bit of ground in direct comparison to 2.

Character Themes

1. Agnea / Partitio

This is a case of "whichever I'm listening to atm is the better one" but overall I think Agnea has the upper hand if I take all versions of her theme into account (Song of Hope goes without saying, and I'm very partial to her pursuit theme).

2. Osvald

No one seems to like this one as much as I do :,) It's not as immediately in your face as most of the other themes and takes a bit to pick up, which is a bit of a problem with the pursuit theme (my favorite in the game by far) and short battle intro dialogue. I feel this this is the only theme where you can really hear the character development in the progression from character theme to final battle.

3. Primrose

Mainstream choice, I know, but this one stuck with me. Probably because of the immense Yuki Kajiura vibes.

Region Themes

1. Leaflands

Literally the reason why I decided to buy the soundtrack based on a 40 second sample lol. The day version is my second favorite theme overall.

2. Hinoeuma

A theme I didn't pay too much attention to until I played the game and ended up standing in the desert just to listen. The night version wins here. That flute. <3

3. Sundering Sea (Night)

Extremely underrated. Idk how much time I spent hanging out on the ocean to this theme.

4. Frostlands

Just so I have three real region themes in here, but this is one of my favorite winter/snow themes in games.

Town Themes

1. Wellgrove/Timberain (Day)

Probably my favorite game theme period. Wellgrove has kicked Tarrey Town of all things off the favorite town top spot and that's saying something. I just love that place okay. Sometimes it gets hard to listen to the rest of the soundtrack because I keep getting stuck on this one lol. (Reminds me a lot of Wild Wind too, another old favorite.)

2. Montwise/Merry Hills (Night)

I don't actually have a lot to say here, I just love this SO much.

3. Crackridge/Gravell (Day)

You know a soundtrack is fantastic when the theme that caters exactly to your tastes is only your third favorite.

4. Flamesgrace

Honorable mention to my favorite town theme ever before OT2 came out.

Battle Themes

1. Normal Battle I (OT2)

Another unpopular one because everyone seems to prefer II. I don't care. I wish this would play in higher level places.

2. They Who Govern Reason

Oh hey, OT1 got in the top 3 without the nostalgia boost. Favorite boss theme ever and not even the OT2 themes come close.

3. Fierce Confrontation / Critical Clash I

Another shared slot for the same reason as the character themes, I can't pick one.

OT2 Final Battle Themes

(yes these get their own section :D)

1. Song of Hope

No competition here, next. Lol. Agnea's theme is already that good on its own and this makes it so much better.

2. The Journey for Revenge Ends

Like I said, character development my beloved. You can hear how this man goes from nothing to lose to something to protect and they didn't even change the theme much.

3. The Journey for Kingship Ends

Took Hikari's theme long enough to do something for me, but it does it really well now. Points deducted for the fact that I couldn't really enjoy the battle because I loathe boss rushes and I didn't want to risk having to do the tedious duel again.

4. The Journey for Happiness Ends

Four again because I can't leave my beloved merchant out lol. What can I say, it's Partitio's theme. Probably the one that worked best for me while playing. Protip: sunset looks great here.

Other themes in no particular order

Victory Fanfares

Love those, especially 2.

Unshakable Resolve

I'm not crying. Phenomenal use in Castti's final chapter.

Beneath the Surface

OT1 wins in the dungeon theme department with this one, hands down.

Invitation to Darkness

Why didn't we get a whole dungeon with this. JFD felt really rushed tbh.

Final Final Battle Themes

Both are fantastic, but I very much prefer 2 to 1.

Sorry for the wall of text ;D

[ikram1909]

well culers aren’t really shit at defending players lol when gavi was getting hate they’d chant his name every match and everyone on this app defended him everyday pedri isn’t from la masia so they don’t care about him

Okay see now you're confusing fans who go to games and social media fans (especially the ones on twitter) there's a huge difference between the two. When I say culers suck at defending our players I mean the second type. The ones you say stood up for Gavi would do the same for Pedri. Hell, Pedri is probably even more loved or they're at least on the same level. Moreover, I don't think the situation Gavi was in when they started chanting his name and Pedri's are in any way comparable. Context matters. Gavi literally had an entire institution with their players, their coach, their huge media power doing everything in their power to destroy him mentally. They attacked him, they slandered his character and made him seem like a monster (his image is yet to recover to this day btw), they made up lies about his family and the list goes on. And like that wasn't enough, his contract just had to go and be unregistered by la liga because when it rains it fucking pours and the media launched their campaigns of fear mongering saying he won't play anymore or that he'll be a free agent and clubs were seeking him out etc I'm just a fan and I was stressed out imagine being him. A KID finally living his dream and suddenly everything is falling apart and he's getting booed in stadiums because people ate up the media campaigns. Like I think people don't grasp the gravity of what he had to deal with just because he dealt with it better than anyone in his situation could have. Because surely you wouldn't be begrudging him his name being chanted if you understood what he was going through. At least I hope you wouldn't. As for the social media type, Gavi is literally our most disrespected player on sns. And he's far from being protected, culers literally joined the hate train against him last season and some are still on it now. He was literally blamed for Jules' injury just a couple of weeks ago. I don't know about you but I wouldn't wish the way Gavi is treated on my worst enemy nvm my favourite player so bringing him up as a point of comparison made no sense to me.

All that being said, I can't say I disagree that culers are biased towards la masía kids I'm guilty of it too and I don't think that's a bad thing at all. These are kids who grew up dreaming of wearing the barça shirt and that have spent their childhood away from home fighting every day to keep their place. Not just anyone makes it out of la masía, it's a very competitive environment perhaps even unhealthy for kids to grow up in but they still do so we love them and enjoy their success because we have an idea about what it took for them to get here and that's okay. They also have Barça in their veins and it's nice to see that your players are as in love with barça as you are or maybe even moreso. So yes there's a bias towards la masía players sure but I honestly think Pedri is the player that's affected by it the least among all our non la masía players (along with Ronald). Culers literally love him so much they managed to convince themselves and everyone else that he is in fact from la masía 🤣🤣 he's a la masía graduate in our books and no one can tell us otherwise. He's very loved, don't let the twitter trolls convince you otherwise.

[cerisia76]

1, 8, 12 and 16 for the ask game (winx, but of course in the end you can choose the fandom 🙈)

~ leni

Don't think I forgot about you its not the case! Let's dive into this...

1 the character everyone gets wrong

There are so many characters this fandom gets wrong... But let's be honest Riven is still receiving trash for his season 1 character while he grew so much in seasons 2 and 4. He is seen as "an arrogant and toxic jerk who doesn't deserve Musa". And he is not. He's a guy suffering a terrible inferiority complex that he tries to hide behind a false superiority complex. He's a guy who grew alone, was abandoned by his mother, saw rich people get better than him easier because they could afford everything that he couldn't and he is an arrogant jerk in first half of season 1 because it's his protection. We see in the terrible episode where he is mind-tortured by Darcy (and actually I sometimes wonder if she did that to make him suffer or to make him grow) that he acknowledges his mistakes and wants to become a better person. and what people seem to get wrong is that HE DID change and became a better person. When people say he is the toxic one in season 4 it annoys me because they were both toxic for each other and when he realised it, what did he do? He tried to repare his mistakes. Riven deserves more love.

8 common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

"Valtor is the best Winx Club villain". Sorry not sorry, I really am not a huge fan of him. Probably because his french voice makes him look like an arrogant jerk. Which he is. But I just don't get what he has that is more interesting than the Trix, Darkar (honestly he IS the best villain) or Wizards of the Black Circle (they are my favourites I'm biased) and is nowhere near the level of the Ancestral Witches. Do people love him because they find him beautiful? I really don't know because he's so overrated to me when he lost in such a shitty way (but it's because the end of the season was rushed). He is a really good villain I won't deny it. But is he superior to all the other villains we've been introduced to? If we only talk about the four first seasons I don't think so.

12 the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Krystal wins this post easily. People hate her for the whole drama in season 5 when it's clear that she's a sixteen years-old girl who acts without thinking bad and who tries her best to help. Yes she's being very close to Helia and wants his approval and attention but she is introduced as a childhood friend and we know that even with the reboot, Helia is older than the rest of the group and older than Krystal which always made evident to me that she saw him as this big brother she had to impress. To me she never showed a romantic interest in him and had more romantic tension when she apologizes to Flora than in any other scene. Yes, she's put in scenes for plot sake like when she heals Sky or Helia but it's not her fault and she acts out of pure goodness and good heart. She deserves more than being insulted all the time by a part of this fandom. She's an adorable fairy, she would make an awesome couple with Galatea and she deserves to be recognized, finally, as the adorable girl she is.

16 you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Okay it's a though one to be honest because there are many options and I don't know where to start. But to be honest I'm gonna have to go with Mirta because I already explained everything here. Also I would say I don't get why so many people love Valtor/Icy. They could be a powerful couple but I don't feel like he had a different relationship with her than with Darcy and Stormy.

[saemi-the-dreamer]

I hope it isn’t too much but:

1, 7, 8, 12, 16, 18, 25

It can be any fandom :D

Thank you very much! I think I'm going to go "fandom general" or what comes to my mind spontaneously then :D

Now, let's get down!

The character everyone gets wrong

Two characters come to mind for this:

Nadia from "The Arcana", and Kristoph from "Apollo Justice".

Okay "everyone" is an exaggeration of course, but most of the popular takes and characterisations I stumbled upon don't seem right.

Nadia is way too often softened and shown as this Goddess who can do no wrong although her whole premise and route (partly) says otherwise!! And even the creators and narrative go and write how nothing is her fault and everyone quickly forgives and loves her even though it doesn't make sense! Nadia is a wonderful, very interesting character, but her flaws are way too often overlooked!

Kristoph, just like Godot, suffers from the bad English translation (or rather interpretation of the translators and players) and gets a lot of hate for it. Is almost always written as an abusive brother/lover and a sociopath and his black psyche locks get swept under the rug as "his paranoia" when it's obviously not! Canon gave an explanation for what these locks are, stop finding excuses because you don't want to see that Kristoph is actually more complex, not so rotten as you'd like to!!!

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Not "hate" but... I really got fed up of these two at one point:

While I've calmed myself about Sans and (fortunately) started finding more satisfying fanwork with him, and less multi-universe Sanses who are the creators and absolute core character of the story didn't you know; I'm still salty about Elsa, and not just because of the fandom, but also because of how CANON. The blatant favouritism and neglect of Anna because of that bitch her gets on my nerves so bad!!

And while I don't hate or despise, I am getting saltier with this one when it comes to how fandom portrays his relationship with Phoenix:

Don't get me wrong, I still like the character, but my enjoyment of WrightWorth has dropped quite a lot lately because I am SO SICK of how fandom is most often making Phoenix the "irresponsible one", ridiculing him and his traumas, or worst! Like, if these people are biased AF for Edgy and projecting on him; then I must say that I relate a lot to Phoenix, especially his experience with that letter, yes THAT ONE! DO YOU HAVE ANY FREAKING IDEA OF HOW HARD IT IS TO RECEIVE THIS KIND OF MESSAGE FROM SOMEONE YOU CARE ABOUT ONLY FOR THEM TO JUST THEN WALK BACK AND ACT AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED?!!! I had a similar experience in the past and IT STILL HURT THINKING ABOUT IT!! And stangely, if you look up with tags like "Edgeworth critical", "Edgeworth salt" or anything where you want some catharsis or just see if there's a story where Edgy's mess catches up to him and he isn't miraculously forgiven or anything and he must live with the consequences? Like many fics do with Phoenix, where he's either an asshole or authors insist on how "his actions are CONSEQUENCES!!", but there ARE NONE (to my knowledge!) for Edgy?! At best, it's a "the wrongs are shared"; Phoenix can get some bashing, but Miles cannot. How is that, I wonder...

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

In general: when a character isn't good at school, or interested in it or something like that = they're dumb (and vice versa). No, JUST NO! Just because someone doesn't get good marks or doesn't like school doesn't mean they're stupid or won't get anywhere in life, that's just plain propaganda we've been hammered for too long! You want a fictional example? Chloe Price - from "Life is Strange; Before the Storm" - loves chemistry and is quite knowledgeable about it, but she doesn't get good grades because she doesn't put any effort into her studies or is bravading. As for her "dumb" decisions and life choices, it's not linked to her academic results, full stop.

On the same category: naive and/or innocent =/= dumb, please!!

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I think I like too many unpopular characters to pick one and I don't want to persuade anyone. I just wish people would respect people who have a different opinion, and accept that what they see in a character, others don't but they see something in the character they don't like. No one has to justify why they like this or that.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Very salty version of a character or story, while I can get the catharsis aspect and use a character as a mouthpiece sometimes, pushing it so far that said chara is unrecognizable and just gratuitously mean/rude to others? Nope.

The "Y character was raped/sexually abused by X" with basically nothing in canon to support that theory. Not everything is about sex! And it's mostly used as an excuse to pile more traumas on a character, but then they never explore or really address it afterwards.

The "homewrecker" fake friend. I know fake/bad friends can be interesting to work with, given how it can affect someone (both irl and fictional), but I'm freaking tired of seeing girl/woman being reduced as petty and whose ultimate goal is to steal the MC's bf/fiancé. (Even if I admit that there are stories that have this trope that I like a lot, mostly because it's well-developed and has a good contest for it!)

18. It's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

Princess Peach's origins!! Where are the theories?! Any story? Any concept for her parents or family?! And I'm not just talking about the movie! I remember seeing people having theories about Rosalina being the future daughter of Mario and Peach, but what if the two were (distantly) related another way? I mean, Peach has special powers no one else has in her world, and is very close to the Stars in general, what if one of her parents (her father in my HC) was from the Stars?

25. Common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

In Miraculous: "Chloé deserved redemption and it was robbed from her."

Even without taking season 5 into account, no. She didn't "deserve" it. It would have been nice and/or interesting, but Chloé choosing not to change or change for the worse could be interesting too.

Do I have a problem with the writing of the show in general? YES. With Chloé, even if I'm not a fan? Yep. But I'm sick of people whining and going on about how everything would have been better if she had been a heroine (reminds me of Malfoy in HP fandom) and saying she's a poor abused baby girl when she's not. Abuse is a cycle, full of various manipulations, and neither André or Audrey used this on her! Unless you mean "abused" as in "suffers for bad parenting/poorly raised from André and negligence from Audrey", which I agree with.