#omit the because there‚ that wasn't supposed to be there

[classicintp]

How do I sincerely relay that I am a very plain and boring person (at least, in a general sense of the term by society's standards), but without it sounding self-deprecating, pitiful, or edgy?

[firstprinceofhearts]

In looking for more HANDS content, I gave this scene in the blooper reel a little more attention than I had previously and now I have thoughts...

I'm assuming that the raspberry part wasn't scripted, hence it being a blooper and not a deleted scene (although I wouldn't be surprised if Alex actually did do that - and the reaction could just as easily be Henry's as Nick's), but regardless, Alex straddling Henry and macking on his neck presumably was part of the original script, and I'd love to know what this scene was supposed to be.

The set is quite clearly the Paris hotel room, but since it's during daylight hours, I can only assume it takes place the morning after (where there is indeed a scene omitted from the final script).

I'm guessing that Alex is about to leave for the airport (you can see his case waiting for him by the door), hence why he's dressed and Henry isn't yet, so perhaps this scene would have made up part of their farewell? Alex unable to bring himself to depart without ravishing his boyfriend one more time? In fact, I can absolutely see him stealing every last second with Henry that he can, especially when all that's standing between him and Henry's naked body is a fuzzy robe.

The thing is, though, I can't tell you how much I love that this time Henry is the one in a state of undress while Alex is fully clothed, shoes, jacket and all. (No, you still haven't got over Henry's wardrobe choices in Alex's bedroom - I mean, seriously? Jacket? Bow tie? Sort it out, Henry.)

Of course, there are a bunch of times throughout the film when Henry is somewhere private and so is a little more casual than he would ever be in public, but in general he does give off a proper-at-all-times vibe that Alex doesn't. Whether that's because Alex is actually dressed more casually in a given scene or if it's because his suits are always more fashionable and fitted, making him look less stuffy and formal (my friend's hatred of double breasted jackets has really started to rub off on me), the only scene I can actually think of where Alex is more smartly dressed than Henry is at the polo match and Henry is in his kit then, so I don't think that really counts.

Basically, I don't think Alex is ever dressed more formally than Henry, so I really, really love the reversal here. I know they're in private, so it's not all that different to the other times we see Henry dressed down in some way, but there's something about the contrast of his bathrobe opposite Alex's jacket and trousers that really does it for me.

[eerna]

Hiii I have some thought contributions to the Arcane symposium if you'll have me!

I see people understandably angry at how Arcane handles who is or isn’t a villain and I suppose my two cents is that I didn’t have any hope of them handling it right in the first place, even back in s1 there were always parallels made, always some “both cities have good and bad” nuance when one city doesn’t have air to breathe and is colonized by the other. If anything the beginning of s2 was more consistent in that the second Caitlyn is personally inconvenienced she goes full chemical warfare and mass institutional violence

Personally I thought it unlikely that they suddenly change narrative tones and resolve the plot in a way that was satisfying to me, and I knew the pacifist “choose love not hate <3 zaun and piltover arms in arms” both-sides ending was inevitable, so I’m glad they at least had that whole thing with Viktor and Jayce and the timelines to distract me from it

“they shouldn’t have made Viktor, a Zaunite, the villain” but Arcane always made the villain a Zaunite! Before Viktor there was Silco, Piltover chooses peace but Jinx blows the council up and now they have to do a whole “look what you made us do” arc. This was my beef with Arcane from day 1 (it wasn't emphasized enough, IMO, that the villain is Piltover's oppression and marginalization of Zaun, and that this context renders null any "both cities" comparison)

Also Vi was written so poorly this season what's up with that

All that being said I suppose it’s more complicated to discern “writer’s intent” from that kinda show than it would be in a book or an indie project where there are fewer people involved in the plot writing and less interference. Like one deleted scene or one line of dialogue omitted radically changes the message. But well, there's the intended message and there's the manifest message and as the audience we are allowed to criticize both

Of course we shall, step to the podium~ Truly, the "writer's intent" is truly so complicated here, because anti-capitalist messaging in mainstream art powered by capitalism is always a nightmare to get through.

Oh yes it's a good take, I remember the discussions from s1 era well! However, I still don't think the "both sides have good and bad" thing is a red flag in stories, simply because it's true IRL. A ton of people have trouble committing to a side in a conflict because neither is totally morally pure, which completely blinds them to the truth that NOTHING is morally pure and choosing the lesser evil is the way to go. Silco was a brilliant villain to me because he was an oppressor himself, as people in power are rarely anything else, but that didn't mean that Zaunite ideals were worth any less! After all, Ekko held the same anti-Piltover ideals, but he is morally pure and thus unable to become an influential politician. He can support a small society, but not a large one, because no one really can do that without resorting to some bad shit. Just because Silco dreamed of being the same as Piltover's elite and became a class traitor by forcing his citizens into another toxic work culture, except this time they made HIM rich instead of Piltover, doesn't mean we should just give up on trying to make things better. Zaun during Silco's reign is just as worthy of freedom and equality as Zaun during Vander's reign. It doesn't matter that there are terrorists living there now - that doesn't excuse Piltover's violent actions. And s1 seemed to be aware of that, considering how the Enforcers were depicted, and in the end it's the Piltover council who are forced to give up instead of the Undercity. And the choice of peace wasn't as morally pure as it sounds: the council opposed it and was forced into it by Jayce and Mel's combined power, even Jayce was resistant to the terms at first, AND it still left the Undercity in Silco's hands, fixing absolutely none of the sins they committed there. It wasn't an evil terrorist blowing up a bunch of hippies, it was a hurt Undercity girl setting in motion an event that has been brewing for a long, long time, against a system which gave too little, too late.

So yeah, in short, I don't interpret s1 as ever trying to question whether Zaun was right to demand more from Piltover by saying "well both sides are bad so nothing should change". It simply showed the ugly truth to any revolution: leaders are practically never good people, and those who get too close to it are doomed to very cursed lives. And yet, giving up isn't an option, because the system IS bad and the system HAS to be changed, and if that isn't gonna happen by the way of peace, then you can't help but sympathize with those who were wronged when they do something horrible.

That's why it only worked when it focused on individual characters - that way you can understand why everyone is acting the way they are acting, and you avoid falling into broad strokes. S2 instead focuses on the aesthetic of revolution and war and the characters get lost in the big picture, which absolutely sucks and completely negates everything I've been typing about here. In fact, who knows, maybe my opinion changes too after I sit with s2 for a while and contextualize s1 within it. Maybe I was just wishfully thinking and misinterpreting this whole time. I already feel like a clown for defending this show, so I can totally accept that I could probably be wrong here. But I just wanted to write it all out in the name of discussion and interpretation!

[moonsvillain]

hotwings au where hawks is a fallen angel who happens to crash-land in dabi's backyard on his way down.

hawks' wings are from his status as an angel rather than a separate quirk

i'd like to imagine that quirks aren't really a thing that they're up to date on, as well as being pretty behind in, like, everything else

imagine hawks going into this with an ariel-like disposition

anyway this kicks off with hawks crashing into dabi's backyard in the middle of the night

dabi, who's obviously awake, gets up to go investigate what the fuck that was (naturally assumes someone's here to kill him, as any normal, not-paranoid-at-all person would think)

hawks is very upset (landed on his wing wrong and maybe broke it, which, like, "OWWW...." this guy has never felt pain before and now he's human, which is cool conceptually but why do humans feel pain?? are they like this all the time?? who would do this to them??)

which leads to dabi finding hawk in a pile of limbs armed with a broken wing tangled in the clothes lines that he never bothered to take down after he finally saved up enough for a washer-dryer unit

at this point in time, dabi hasn't been scouted by the league yet, but he's not struggling to survive. he's found a small townhouse to reside in, one story, one bedroom, and a small backyard

(the backyard was an important detail to him—sometimes dabi needs to just. bask in the sun. feel warm when he can)

hawks sees dabi and assumes that he must be someone from hell, and it was some sort of cosmic fate that brought the two together

(hawks has always been the hero-type, even as an angel. he doesn't want to defeat people, rather, he wants to help them.

(hawks is just terribly naive, which impedes this goal of his by a lot)

dabi drags hawks inside once he's figured out that he isn't with the hero commission after threatening to burn the rest of his feathers off (which, the fire isn't helping hawks' case against him)

hawks can't really just say he's an angel, mostly because he gets the feeling that saying as much to someone like dabi would go very sideways

so he spins a story about being kicked out of his home and having nowhere to go and no family to take him in even if they wanted

which, it's not really stretching the truth at all. that is what happened. he just omitted a few details

dabi is stabbed by a violent wave of sympathy that he tries to suppress at first, until remembering that he'd have done anything to have support from someone like dabi is now back when he had been scared, alone, confused and hurt

and even though hawks is cheerful enough, dabi can see the mask he's wearing—he's hiding something. something that hurts

so dabi nods, accepts this answer, and offers hawks the couch for the night, which hawks gladly accepts (and ignores the way his eyes get wet)

the next day both wake up, remember the night before, realize it wasn't a dream and think, fuck

dabi's gotten himself saddled with a roommate—cuz even if he wanted to ignore him, it's too late now, he spent the whole night turning the situation over in his mind and kicking him out would make dabi's already fragile emotional stability skew out of control

and its finally settling into hawks' head that he's been kicked out and he doesn't know where he's going or if he'll ever get the chance to go back even if he wanted to and he's doomed to spend the rest of his life wandering the earth looking for acceptance that will never last

tldr both are having mild panic attacks

dabi finally tries to address the situation by like, asking what hawks plans on doing or if he knows anyone that could help him out

which gets dabi a look so pathetic he immediately regrets asking

("fuckkk he's so sad and lame. what am i supposed to do. it's like staring at a miserable puppy with a bag full of treats in your pocket and pretending you don't know they're there.")

dabi grits out an offer:

stay here and figure out a way to pay rent, and dabi will do his best to fix up hawks' wing so he can fly again but also so it doesn't cost a million dollars to pay for the treatment in the first place

(dabi's plans consist of roaming the underground to find a doctor that could help the both of them out and threatening them—dabi's been putting off finding one for himself after his skin grafts start looking nastier than they should and this is the push he needs to get to it)

hawks, oblivious to this, agrees pretty readily

dabi nods

a moment of silence. then:

"is your real name dabi, or—"

"i'm not hearing this from you, hawks."

[revalition]

OCT 15 - ENDURANCE Take the blows. Don’t let the world kill you.

Endurance!! I don't love him, but that's okay. He's just not as interesting to me as the others, and spearheads the fascist questline. that definitely does him no favours. but I do cherish all the skills nonetheless, including him

Quotes under the cut!

endurance fun facts from my spreadsheet:

- swear score of 8 - damages and heals an equal amount of morale - says "we" more than "I" (almost double) - Endurance says "sorry" just once, when you're about to die

the heart attack endurance quotes are really really sad. which makes them excellent. but it's too painful for me to look at and I want to be able to use these posts as references so they're being omitted!

anyway, endurance quotes!

endurance definitely directing the blame back up to the intellect group here haha

this is so funny to me. endurance begrudgingly letting you have both kim and dora in his hypothetical aerostatic

I wasn't sure if I should give this one to endurance or PT, but I really like it. lovingly adorn him in a ceramic shell

your stomach doing his job well

uhm, is that how it works honey?

what is wrong with this skill?? (so, so many things)

see, there's 'what's wrong with him' said with utmost affection, like when I look at electrochemistry. and then there's without the affection. that's the version endurance gets. sorry my guy

(if you have your badge he confirms it's not your birthday haha) just the idea of harry asking one of his own skills if it's his birthday...

this heartwarming dialogue about being sober! I'm pretty sure it's not implemented in the game but I love it all the same.

this is a godly endurance check for some reason?? (maybe it's a fail? I can't tell on Fayde...)

endurance no! they're all idiots...

hghh endurance ew

this is too funny. tutorial agent not you too...!

this is so totally not here just because volition said it (picking "wait, get who back?" immediately damages volition btw, poor bby) ultramarathon is such a funny nickname. fitting enough, I suppose.

endurance is so stupid...

also endurance compromised!

amazing. ty endurance. I'm sure that's making Harry feel better

alternate:

YOU - Oh my god, I'm going to die! ENDURANCE - Yeah, probably, one day. But not this very minute.

endurance knowing what a focal epileptic seizure is and where it's occurring and then just going i'unno when asked if it's dangerous... why is he like this.

also you're *probably* going to die one day? cmon buddy

instead of asking why, you can also say:

YOU - Don't you sass me. Get on with the story.

hehe. Zone of Irredeemable Catastrophe! :(

of course your gut does, it has to do with gary... savvy having no interest in it is wonderful

as always much love for this infra-materialism book shutting down everyone's methods of thinking (except inland's)

running reservoirs haha. extremely rare polite endurance

I *think* I understand what he's trying to say... Volition has it right. Sometimes you need to be unmade to heal.

stupid endurance...

seagull dialogue has to be in here cause it's awesome. the body remembers... (also endurance saying good boy??)

first endurance line is the antipassive (failure) and the second one is the success. I don't think he's super impressed...

this is so random, just in the middle of talking to klaasje on the first day. uhm good job endurance...

what a normal, straight thing to think! all the skills chiming in on the smoker is so funny to me

don it and live!!

I have two screenshot spots left so here are my WIPs :)

he's just in the background in the banner one (the second one). I think he came out pretty cool in the spring storm one though (first one)

that's it! endurance is my least favourite of the fys skills by a landslide. I'm very excited for the rest of them :)

[ingravinoveritas]

(Note that @angelsadvocate96 also included a screenshot of AL's post, which I am omitting here since we have two already.)

I did see this Insta story yesterday, and again...wow. Before I go any further, I want to be clear that my issue with this has nothing to do with it being "inappropriate" (depending on your definition, of course). I am by no means a prude, and it is not and should not be shocking that Michael and AL have had sex. We know this, and we have proof of this, so that is not a big thing. I do, however, think it is interesting that just a few days ago, we had Michael being David's "boyfriend" and now here's AL seemingly marking her territory again. So that makes me wonder what has suddenly changed.

Also, as angelsadvocate96 mentioned, this does indeed seem to be a Georgia-style brag...but it falls flat. It doesn't help that "sleep next to" is just a really weird turn of phrase, and could as easily mean AL and Michael's beds are next to each other (a la every 1950s TV sitcom) as it does that they're sleeping in the same bed. It also stops short of being overtly sexual (because she didn't say "sleep with"), and so ends up in that weird place of trying to be scandalous, yet also not. But when you have Georgia out here five years ago talking about how much she and David enjoy anal sex and possibly her pegging him, Anna's "innuendos" just seem completely tepid in comparison.

The other thing that stood out to me is the mention of Ian McKellen, the #lifegoals hashtag, and Anna seemingly bragging about the fact that one of the most important parts of her relationship with Michael is meeting celebrities. We knew this already from the Dolittle premiere and the now-infamous picture of her meeting Rami Malek, as well as the fact that she follows many of Michael's co-stars and other famous figures connected to him on social media, and has had a history of replying primarily to comments from those people, to the exclusion of most everyone else. But I'm genuinely confused as to why you would ever want to give that impression of your relationship, especially on a post that's supposed to be promoting a TV appearance of his.

Her post also made me wonder how aware Anna really is of Sir Ian or his work, as I wasn't sure I could see her being a big fan of his...until I realized she shared this post from her and Michael's PR person (@dobbscld). The OP mentioned Sir Ian specifically, and knowing that, it suddenly all made sense. But it also struck me that, rather than make a post or story of her own to promote Michael, AL shared a post from PR...and once again made a post about Michael into a post about herself. Just as we've seen before.

Honestly, I don't think I would even mind this post or similar posts AL has made that much if it felt like Michael was even remotely a part of it. But it's the very fact that he never talks about her or their relationship (and not in a "he's a private person" kind of way) that makes it so awkward. And here he was going on Graham Norton to promote his directorial debut--a project that is hugely important to him--and Anna just brings it down to the most base level, making it seem like she does not take Michael or his work seriously. And I can't think of anything more embarrassing than that.

So yes, that was my reaction to AL's Insta story yesterday. Again, this is just my perspective, and I'm glad to hear from folks in the comments on this post with their thoughts. Thanks for writing in! x

[scoobydoodean]

BOBBY He's gonna find out, you know. One way or another, someone'll tell him, or he'll figure it out on his own. He's not dumb. He should it hear it from us. DEAN Can we just leave it alone for the moment, please? BOBBY Okay. But you better prep for the B side, 'cause when Sam realizes we're shining him, it ain't gonna be cute.

I must have seen this and the scene where Cas scolds Dean for putting Sam's soul back in giffed 10 times at least while looking for 6.12 gifsets in various archives and I think it's obvious why, given how rancid soulless Sam disk horse can get. It suits a narrative certain fans want to sell to take this out of context and make it look like Dean is being controlling—is babying Sam, trying to keep something from Sam that Sam deserves to know—and Sam is going to be rightfully mad at Dean treating him like a kid. That's such a narrow view that omits so much obvious context and Bobby ends up being completely wrong about Sam's reaction.

For one, Bobby says all this because he's struggling with being around Sam after soulless Sam tried to murder him the previous episode. Bobby's motivation for saying this is that he wishes he could clear the air. Unable to do so, he isn't sure how to explain why he doesn't really want to be in the same room with Sam (and boy is that a reversal from 6.06 where Bobby did not understand Dean's discomfort with soulless Sam and told him to stop being a baby).

For another, Dean's pleading "Can we just leave it alone for the moment, please?" really reveals his motivations for hiding the truth aren't about Sam as much as they're about DEAN needing space to process what soulless Sam did to him. What soulless Sam did to Dean and the way he behaved around him was fucking creepy. Telling Sam everything that happened while he was soulless won't just reveal information to Sam about himself—it requires Dean to reveal painful, personal details of some extremely uncomfortable experiences of his own that he doesn't really want to talk about. As a victim of that behavior, Dean deserves space to work through it. And the way he words it here, it's a request for TIME before they tell Sam the truth, so that Dean can BREATHE and PROCESS.

Bobby is right that Sam figures out he was soulless pretty quickly, but after figuring out Dean didn't tell him the truth, Sam isn't full of anger. He immediately understands Dean's hesitation to tell him the truth and understands it isn't about him.

It's about Dean not wanting to talk about the parts of Sam's soulless escapades where Dean was his victim.

SAM: Dean... DEAN: Yeah? SAM: I am so...so sorry. I can't even begin to say. DEAN: For what? SAM: You know what. DEAN: Did Bobby... SAM: Cas. DEAN: Cas. Friggin' child. SAM: You should have told me, Dean. DEAN: You weren't supposed to know. SAM: What I did? To Bobby? To you? Of course I should know.

Sam says "You should have told me," but notably, it isn't in an angry, accusatory tone. He's gentle. His focus is actually on DEAN and BOBBY and how Sam should know what he did so he can adjust his behavior accordingly for THEIR comfort.

Unlike the fans who love to harp on this moment as some proof of SAM being victimized by Dean (which bothers me for several reasons) Sam understands Dean's hesitancy wasn't just about keeping Sam safe, but was also about Dean being HURT by soulless Sam and deserving to have space to process that—the same way Bobby takes his space by deciding not to go on the hunt when Sam wants to join them.

Arguably, nobody should have been pushing for Dean to be the one to tell Sam everything to begin with. It's really for the best that Cas was able to share the details of what happened with Sam (however unwitting he was when doing so) because I don't know that Dean could have really talked about it. The moment in the car before Sam figures out how much time he's missing is bad enough:

SAM: So you never even tried, huh? DEAN: Tried? SAM: To go live a life...after. You do remember you promised that, right? DEAN: Yeah, I remember. SAM: So, why didn't you try? DEAN: What makes you think I didn't? SAM: 'Cause look at you. Look at this. You're exactly the same. DEAN: Yeah, you're probably right. A long pause. DEAN: I was with them for a year—Lisa and Ben. SAM: A year? DEAN nods. SAM: So then what? DEAN: Didn't work out. DEAN turns up the music.

Absolutely brutal. Sam's assumption that Dean didn't try stings all on its own, but it's especially hurtful (without Sam knowing that obviously) given soulless Sam was part of guilting Dean into leaving them in 6.02, and his actions with the vampire in 6.05 were what put such an upsetting end to Dean and Lisa's attempts at long distance. Regardless of whether you as a viewer thought Lisa and Dean could make things work in the absence of Sam's actions, that relationship ended in a particularly painful way riddled with fear and guilt because of Sam's actions in 6.05, instead of being allowed to end in a more amicable manner that could have provided more closure and mutual understanding. Dean can't say "Lisa and I had a terrible breakup because you let me get turned into a vampire on purpose and then I hurt Ben and I could have killed them and it was all because you didn't care about me or them and I was just a disposable piece of meat to you and now you're accusing me of not even trying to have a home like I wanted for so long because I'm a failure and that hurts like hell." All he can do is turn up the music.

[wildpeachfarm]

sorry for the long rant in advance, but I'm so fucking done with this situation. "people are picking apart my story's inconsistencies and not his" what inconsistencies? so far there hasn't been a single contradiction in his story, but plenty in yours. "the people siding with him are his friends" i have no idea how tf this is a valid point in any way. guess who are the people siding with her instead? her friends, who have shown distaste for the dream team. she's trying to allege bias, but are we supposed to believe her friends are not biased? ghostie's recount of the story isn't even consistent with caiti's. the whole comment about people finding out who she was vagueing makes me think the coat of anonimity of the person she was accusing made her more inclined to exaggerate parts of her story. that anonymous person can't defend themself, so parts of the story could be omitted or exaggerated. the way she spoke about it in her first stream gave me the impression it was supposed to be another vague, like rue with her "abuse enabler behind the scenes". Like she was just trying to say "this is another reason not to trust this vague circle of evil people that i'm not going to name but everyone knows who it is". like it was supposed to be a cautionary tale or something. but if people figuring out the identity of the person she was accusing really wasn't her intention, she must be like. really naive. it's like she was trying to bring awareness to this "evil person" without facing the reprocussions of making a public accusation. i really don't think she was trying to go for clout or whatever, and i do think her feelings of disgust and sadness were genuine, but they should've been gone over with a therapist by her side. not shared to millions of reactionary people on the internet.

this situation being compared to shelby's case kinda disgusts me tbh

ok two rants with one stone lol

I definitely see these points well tbh and they are good points. I think that everyone's feelings on this will be affected by their own experiences and I thank you both for sharing yours :)

Overall I really think the treatment of Shelby by caiti and those close to her during this whole thing is painful to watch and its a shame that Shelby's story of a traumatic relationship of repeated abuse got overshadowed by this because that doesn't help anyone.

I deeply believe Caiti needs to seek therapy in order to process this stuff without the influence of her shitty friends or twitter in her ear. A lot of deep introspection would do everyone some good imo.

[hartleysbaldursgateblog]

I love Astarion because he's an imperfect victim, he's someone who believes being hurt justifies hurting others but most of all I love his spawn ending and hate all the ascended Astarion takes about how the spawn ending is taking him away from what he really wants and needs just frustrates me so much.

As a trauma survivor myself and someone who has been surrounded by people with unhealthy coping mechanisms for most of his life, I love the spawn ending because it is, to me, the crux of what it means to start to heal. Sometimes the process of healing hurts too, and it can hurt a lot. And Astarion's story puts you in a position as a player that I've seen a lot myself- where someone you care about and who has been deeply hurt is so fixated on a truly destructive thing because they are genuinely convinced it's what will help them. Saying "no" and talking down someone who is struggling that much is an immensely hard thing to do as someone who has been on both ends of that equation. To let Astarion ascend is to enable him, to tell him he's right to be afraid of the world and that power is what he needs to feel safe. And it can be so, so hard, because when you're in Tav's shoes, it's hard to deny a person who is in so much pain something they are so thoroughly convinced will make them safe. But Astarion only really sees things as people with power and people without, that's what all his time with Cazador had taught him.

I remember seeing a post saying spawn Astarion's ending is "coddling" and "babying" him but it's really the opposite. Ascension is enabling him, not standing up to him and letting him buy into his tunnel-vision fixation about the ritual. Keeping him a spawn is the harder choice and requires more work to convince him, but speaking as someone with some unhealthy coping mechanisms myself and my family members in the same spot, you can't coddle someone engaging in destructive behavior if you ever want them to improve. Astarion is genuinely convinced that the ritual is going to make him safe, and one of the hardest things in the world is trying to push against and deny the requests of someone who is suffering. But myself, if I wasn't talked down from certain things or pathways no matter what I thought I wanted, I wouldn't be here and who I am today. Spawn Astarion is the harder road to travel but it's what Astarion needs to heal. Key example being if you bring up Cazador when he ascends, he lashes out and tells you to never mention him. He has all the power he wants, but he is still afraid, it didn't solve anything for him and he's just going to keep chasing more. Whereas spawn Astarion is willing to talk about Cazador and what happened. Because sometimes as a person with trauma you really do get fixated on something ultimately unhealthy for you and you might not like that truth, but the best people in your lives will be the ones who stand up to that fixation because they care and pull you away from it.

Spawn Astarion's ending is such a beautiful tale of healing, and I adore how it doesn't omit any of the ugly parts, either... because when it comes to healing, there really are a lot of ugly parts.

This was brought on by seeing a lot of people complaining about Ascended Astarion's kisses in patch 6 and how Tav looks scared. I mean, yeah, that's what an abusive relationship looks like... that's what the ascended ending is. It's not supposed to be good. You made your bed, now sleep in it.

[jeankluv]

Snow on the beach || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

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Chapter IX: Shot glass of tears

Neither of you wanted to leave each other's arms, but you had to. So you let go. Law grabbed your hand and walked you both over to the couch. You sat next to him, still holding his hand. Neither you nor he said anything, you stayed silent. Your gaze was fixed on your hands, which made circles with its thumb on your hand. You could feel Law's soft gaze on you, you didn't need to look at him to know that.

“I saw Luffy and his brothers…” He finally spoke. “They told me you took the bus.”

“Yeah, I met them there. I didn’t know Luffy had brothers, but they are actually really nice. They waited for me until the bus came.” You tried avoiding looking at his eyes.

“Y/n…” He said your name, in such a delicate and sweet way, you felt your bones melting. “They told me there was someone else with you.”

“Just a drunk weirdo, don’t worry.”

“Don’t do that.” He said.

“Do what?” You were still avoiding his gaze.

“Lie to me… I know when you do it.”

You snorted. “And I hate you for that.” You whispered.

“Y/n please look at me.” And you did. “I know it was him… and I need you to tell me if he did or said something to you. Please.”

“He… asked me if I knew you.” He told you not to lie, not that you didn't omit information. “I told him I didn’t.”

“And what else y/n? I know there is something else.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Why did he have to read me so well?

“He just… he just said that I shouldn’t play games and something about only hurting me if I…”

“Hurting you? Did he touch you? Did he?”

“Law calm down alright.” You held his hands. “I’m okay and nothing happened. All right?”

Law's jaw was clenched and he was breathing heavily, you wanted to calm him down but you knew there was no way.

”But it could have happened… Damn, I knew it wasn't a good idea. We weren't supposed to be friends, we weren't supposed to be anything, I should have remained the grumpy, stoic neighbor I've always been. Fuck." He grabbed his hair with his hands and sighed in frustration. “Now you would be safe, without him threatening you. You would be fine.

“I’m safe, I’m okay.”

“Please y/n, don’t do this.” He looked at you.

“Law please…. Don’t push me away from you. We can work it out…” You sniffed, while tears rolled down your face. “I’m sure there is a way.”

“I already told you, didn’t I? There isn’t.” He sighed. “It’s better if we stayed apart. It’s the best, you will be safe… I heard Nami was looking for a roommate, maybe you could talk with her, like that you will be closer to work and you won’t have to come home alone every night.” He smirked. “And you won’t have to see my boring ass again. It will be easier.”

“It won’t…” You whispered. “Don’t lie Law, it won’t be easier.”

“Y/n…”

“No don’t…It’s that easy for you?” You looked at him. “I don’t want to leave this place, I still want to have you as my neighbor, I want you to take me home from work while you let me use the radio and let me sing, I want us to watch stars again, I want to come from a run with Bepo and see you waiting. I don’t care if you’re grumpy, “boring”, or whatever you think you are. For me you’re my safe place and I already told you that. But if I have to say it again I will Law, I don’t care how many times.” You felt how you were running out of breath, so you pause for a moment, scanning his side profile. “We can make…”

“We?” He said with a cold tone. “There is no we, and there will never be one.”

“Don’t start like that time Law, like when you tried to push me away.” You tried to hold his hand. “You know me but I also know you Law, so don’t do this.”

“You know nothing y/n.”

“Maybe you’re right but I want to…”

“Why? Because you’re attracted to me y/n?” You looked at him, the tone, the gaze, this was not the Law you knew. “Please y/n, you really thought I would ever feel something for someone like you. You really thought I would even approached you in the first place?”

Pieces, thousands of them. Your heart just broke. Law didn't mean that, he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“You don’t mean that…” You let out.

“I do. Please y/n you really thought something could happen between us?”

Maybe if you hate me, it will be easier. So let me be a villain, let me lie, let me make you hate you. If that means you will be alright, you will be safe. I don’t care not having you with me as long as I know you’re okay. Because that’s everything I want. For you to be okay.

“I don’t believe you.” You shook your head. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” He said with no emotions on his face. “Corazon told me to try and be friends with you… and that’s what I did.”

“How do you want me to believe this shit when you came to my home worried about me? When you hugged me like I was going to go away? How Law?” Your face was full of tears.

“Believe what you want y/n, but it’s true I only approached you because Corazon told me to take care of you since you were new to the town and because you were a pain in the ass, who wouldn’t let me alone.”

You shook your head. Whether real or not, those words were sticking into you one by one like sharp blades. And Anna's memories were coming back, one by one. Had Law really been pretending all this time? No, not what you had felt with him, the knowing looks, the moments, all that couldn't be a lie. They could not. You covered your face with your hands, and let out a sob. Law was hurting you where it hurt the most without knowing it.

How did all this happened, how did you went from blushing and shyly smiling to crying and shouting at each other with lies?

“Stop…”

“Why y/n? Truth hurts? I will never like you, you are impulsive, talkative, doesn’t listen, always singing Taylor Swift songs and you end up crying with the bare minimum and you want me to believe you can handle Doflamingo? Please y/n don’t be a child, this is not a stupid playground game.” He paused for a moment. “Let’s be honest, the main reason why I care about you is because of Corazon, nothing else. The reason why I have been good to you it’s him. That’s why I came here and I want you away from our lives because I know Corazon would blame himself for the rest of his life if something happens to you.” Lie after lie, he was the one who would blame himself if something happened to you.

I’m sorry peachie.

“Stop with the crying you are giving me headache, god sometimes you’re so annoying y/n.”

“Leave…” You whispered.

Law looked at you from his position.

“Leave!” You shouted, something that left Law shocked, it was the first he heard you shouting.

Hate me a little bit more. Do it peachie, please.

“What y/n? Truth hurts, you can’t take it?” He was being a dick and he knew.

“I told you to leave, leave!” You stood up and started hitting him on the chest.

“Good.” He whispered letting you go.

You collapsed to the ground and cried again, deep down you knew that what he had said were lies, but every word that had come out of his mouth had been one stab after another. And no matter how much you wanted to avoid it, your trauma, which you were running away from, was resurfacing again. And you wondered if Anna was right, maybe you were always going to end up alone.

Law dragged his feet home. He was grateful that Corazon was not there, since he would be unable to see him and tell him what had happened and who was the real culprit of everything. He sat on his bed and let out everything he had kept inside him. He hated himself, he hated himself so much for making you feel like this, for making you cry like this. He hated the fact that everything he loved ended up broken, damaged, because of him. Since he was little it had always been like this, first with his parents, then with Corazon, he was always the reason why those he loved the most were hurt. He didn't deserve love, he didn't deserve you to love him and yet he let you get close to him, knowing that as always, what he loves most would be broken.

He let himself cry, in the dark, alone, like he always had done. He had fallen in love with you so easily, from the very beginning with every aspect of your personality, you had made everything so easy and with every heartbeat, look he gave you, he always wondered if he was worthy of loving you. If one day he could love you without any worry, without fear of harming you.

Your fourth cup was in your hand, or was it the third? You didn't know anymore. After you were practically out of tears, you decided to drink from one of the bottles that you and Nami had left over, this way you would at least alleviate the pain. You felt dizzy, the alcohol was already having its effect but that didn't stop you from thinking about Law's words. Did they really believe that you wouldn't be able to handle the situation? To confront that person? You weren't weak and you knew he could trust you, but he didn't.

You sighed and took a sip from your glass, you hated Law, for the words that had come out of him and for not putting more faith in you. You really hated him but you were also fucking in love with him.

You woke up to the sound of the landline ringing, at some point during the night you had fallen asleep on the couch. You stretched and walked over to where the phone was.

“Hi?” You said trying not to sound too sleepy.

“Y/n?” You recognized that voice, it was Mrs. Smith, the owner of the house.

“Oh Mrs. Smith, good morning. How are you?”

“Good honey, how are you?”

“I’m good, thank you for asking.”

“Honey I was actually calling you because well something happened.” Your heart started to pump heavily on your chest. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you will need to leave the house.”

“Wait… why? The contract was for a year…”

“I know but something came up and I will need you to leave. I’m really sorry.” You closed your eyes, why was this happening? “If you need help finding a new place to stay…”

“No, I have a friend who is searching for a roommate, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry but…”

“No it’s okay. When do I have to leave the house?”

“As soon as possible.”

You hung up the phone and huffed, what the fuck? How was it possible that he suddenly asked you to leave. An idea ran through your head and you didn't want it to be true. You left the house, you didn't mind being only in your pajamas, the truth was that you didn't feel any cold at that moment. Law was closing his trunk when you reached him, he hadn't noticed your presence until you were in front of him.

“Was it you?” You crossed your arms. “Are you the reason why I have to leave the house?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He said passing next to you.

“Don’t make me laugh.” You moved again, staying in front of the car door.

“Y/n move.”

“No. How convenient isn’t it? You tell me to move out, to go to Nami and suddenly Mrs. Smith calls this morning telling me that I have to leave the house.” You bite your inner cheek, you could feel your helplessness increasing by the moment.

He looked at you and you noticed the big dark circles he had under his golden eyes. “Unfortunate events I guess.”

You held on tighter to yourself. "It's a joke? That much do you want me to hate you Law? Is that why you are doing this to me? Is that why you told me all that last night? If you think I’m that weak, you’re wrong.”

Law looked at you with a serious expression. “I don’t want to keep listening to you. Now I have to go for work.”

“You’re a coward, Law.” You said and started walking back home.

Law watched your figure disappear into the house, he scratched the back of his neck. He had barely slept a wink last night, he had contacted Doflamingo around 4 in the morning and he had given him clear instructions as to why he was there and what he needed from him. Maybe you were right and he really was a coward, but at least he could keep the two people he loved the most safe.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Nami was hugging you while trying to calm your sobs, you arrived there with a red face after crying again after your encounter with Law that morning. Nami simply opened her arms to you and let you cry in them, she also offered you to stay with her when you told her you had to leave the house and she listened word for word to what happened with Law the night before and this morning.

“He looked so sad, Nami…” You said sniffling. “He looked like a truck had run over him and I... God I wanted to hug him and... I'm screwed Nami.”

“You’re not screwed y/n, you’re just in love with that jerk.” She stroked your hair. ”I don't think what he did was right, there were ways and means to solve this, but to hurt you like that, to make you cry like that. It was not." She sighed. “I don't know what he thought he was going to achieve with this, because it's clear that you know that what he told you was a lie, a way to make you hate him.”

“And he failed, there is no way I would hate him…”

“I have known Law for long enough and he is always reserved but one thing I know about him and that is that he would do anything for those he loves.”

“Do you think Law loves me?” You whispered.

“I don’t think it, I’m certain he does.” You looked at her.

You sighed and wiped out the tears on your cheeks. “I need to start preparing my things to leave.”

“I can help you today, I have a free day and so do you. We could call the boys for help.” She smiled and walked to the kitchen. “Sanji would be more than glad to help, Luffy, Usopp and Chopper too and Zoro, if we tell him there is alcohol he will show up.” You laughed.

“Okay, yeah. Although there is not much to pack.”

She shook her head and gave you a cup. “The most important thing is to spend time together.”

You smiled, she was right.

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Law looked at Monet first and then at Doflamingo, his face serious. It had been Monet who had brought him to town and who had given him the basic information about you.

“Law, son you look like shit.” Doflamingo said, placing himself in the seat. Monet giggled beside him.

“Why did you come here? I paid you what you asked me.”

“I know and good job, but I need you to come with me.”

Law rolled his eyes. “There is no fucking way I’m going with you.”

“Hey Law, respect the boss.” Monet spoke.

Law gave him a cold look and then laid his eyes back on Doflamingo. “Let it out.”

“I need a doctor, a good one. And I know you’re the best one.” He leaned back in his seat. "Look, if you come with me, I will definitely leave my brother alone, I will forget his betrayal and I will not get close to your girlfriend either."

Law swallowed. “For how long?”

"Undefined." His breathing hitched.

Undefined. He would have to leave without knowing when he could return or even if he would ever return.

“And if I accept you will leave them alone.”

“You know I can be a lot of things but I don’t break my promises Law.”

“Okay. I will go with you.”

“Nice! We will be leaving tonight.” Law simply nodded and watched how both, Doflamingo and Monet left his office.

Law stood up of his seat and walked outside his office. He walked down the hallway until he reached Marco's office.

“I’m leaving.” He said as soon as he entered the office.

Marco looked at him in shock. “Oh… what?” He took off his glasses.

“I’m leaving tonight. So I'm quitting the job. I’m here to inform you about it.”

“You have to be joking… Where do you think I can get another doctor from? No one wants to move to this town.”

“Chopper…”

“Oh my god, Law , he is still in high school!”

“He is a good student, he could help you.” Shrugged.

Marco sighed. “We will find something but don’t you think I will forget this. Leaving me like this… I’m hurt, man.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Tell me that at least it’s a really good job.”

“Yeah it is.” He lied.

“Good. I’m happy for you then.”

Law smiled at him and left the office, he had to talk to Corazon and make up an excuse about what job he had gotten. There was no way he was going to tell him that Doflamingo had asked him to go with him or that he had been blackmailing him for years. He went to the police looking for Corazon, if he wasn't mistaken his rest was about to begin. When he got there he saw him and one of his companions chatting animatedly.

“Cora-san.” He called him out.

“Oh! Law.” He stood up, making the cup of coffee fall. “Oh shit…”

“You have to be careful, Cora-san.” Law shook his head.

“How silly is your old man right?” He hugged him. “How are you?”

“I’m good. I wanted to talk with you about something…”

“Oh sure.” He said, saying goodbye to his companion. “Is this about your fight with y/n this morning. She looked pretty sad when she left.”

Law swallowed. “No, no… it’s another thing.”

“Oh okay, but you and y/n are alright right?”

“Hmm… it’s complicated Cora-san.”

“Complicated how, you love her and she clearly loves you too. That for me it’s a good thing.”

“I don’t lo-”

“Oh c’mon son I have seen your drawings.” Law cheeks turned red. How did he know about those drawings? He made sure to hide them. “You haven’t drawn in ages, not since…” Corazon stayed silent. “You used to love drawing and now you want me to believe you don’t have some strong feelings for the girl you have a dozen hidden sketches?”

“Okay fine! I love her.” Law sighed.

“That’s my son.” He hugged him. “I know she was going to be a good influence on you, I just never thought you were going to end up falling in love.” He sighed. “My baby boy in love. I’m like a proud mama.”

“I’m leaving Cora-san.” And with that Corazon’s smile dropped. “Tonight. I got a job offer, a good one and they want me to join them as soon as possible. I accepted. Marco already knows.”

Corazon put his hands on his pockets and nodded. “Wow, that took me by surprise. I honestly was expecting something else. I really thought you were going to end up telling me I was going to be a grandpa or something, not this.” Law rolled his eyes. “Yeah sorry this is serious. So… you’re sure about this?”

“100% sure. It’s a great opportunity.” Corazon nodded.

“Son, you’re 26 years old already. I'm sure whatever you choose will be the right decision and I will be here to support you.”

“Thank you Cora-san.” This time it was Law who hugged him.

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You and Nami had been packing your things for a while to go with her, when the boys came into the house with snacks and drinks.

“Y/n~” Sanji sang. “Where should I put this, my lady?”

You smiled at him. “Here.” You guide him to the kitchen. “Here it should be alright.”

“Okay.” He said leaving the bags on the counter. “By the way how are you?”

“Good.” You said tilting your head. “Why?”

“Oh, I just thought you would be sad. I knew you had something with Law and him leaving so suddenly it’s a surprise.”

You froze. Leaving? Law was leaving. “What?”

“Oh… you didn’t know?” You shook your head. “Yeah apparently he got a better job away from here and it’s leaving tonight. I thought you knew.”

“I…” You breathe. “Is he still here? Did you see his car when coming here?”

“Yeah he was still here.”

You left what you were doing and rushed outside, you saw Corazon and Law hugging and saying goodbye to each other.

“You are leaving…” It wasn’t a question.

“Y/n…” You heard Corazon speak but your attention was only on Law.

“Corazon, could you leave us alone, please?” Corazon accepted and walked away, leaving you both alone.

“Why…? Why are you leaving? Please be honest with me Law.” You begged him.

“It’s not your business.” There it was, his cold voice.

“It is MY business. You can not leave, I don’t want you to.”

“But it doesn’t matter what you want or don’t want y/n don’t you get it?”

“I get it… I fucking get it, I get that you want to protect me and Corazon and the people you care. But it’s not fair… it’s not fair you have to walk that path alone. I already told you that.”

“Y/n you only say this because…”

“I’m not attracted to you… I was but not anymore.”

“That’s good. It will be easier for you to…”

“Let me finish.” You cut him off. “I’m in love with you, Law. You can tell me all those lies once again, try to make me hate you. But it won’t work out, no, because I love you Law and I’m willing to risk myself to be with you and I don’t care about that fucking boss or anyone. You can try to convince yourself that the words you let out last night were real but I know they aren’t.”

Law was stunned looking at you, you had left him speechless. You took a few steps until you were in front of him.

“Law… you are important to me too.”

“Stop y/n.” He whispered.

“No…”

You raised your hands to his chest, his heart beating rapidly. Then you placed them on the back of his neck, Law closed his eyes when he felt your fingers touch his skin.

“Y/n, I…” You saw his eyes getting wet.

“It’s okay Law.”

He grabbed your waist with both hands and pulled you towards him. You couldn't take it anymore, so you pulled him towards you and joined your lips. The kiss was delicate, soft and warm. You could notice Law's tears hitting your faces. And at that moment you just wished you could take away all the pain and weight he was carrying.

Snowflakes began to fall on you, but you didn't care and continued kissing. You didn't want to let Law go, because you knew that when you did, he would just get up and leave, and you didn't want that.

“I’m so sorry peachie.” He whispered in your mouth. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you again. “I love you and I’m sorry for breaking your heart, for making you cry.” He said and this time you were the one crying.

“Please don’t leave.” You said resting your head on his chest. Law hugged you and rested his chin on your head.

“I have to…It’s for the better.” He wiped your tears away. “And please peachie don’t cry. Not for me, it’s not worthy.”

“You’re worthy Law. You always have been.” You looked up at him. “Snow is falling… you promised to take to see the snow…”

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to…”

You hugged him closely and he did the same. If only time could freeze in time, so you could stay like that for longer.

“It’s getting late… I need to go.” He whispered to your ear.

“Mmm…” You protested against his chest.

”Peachie, as much as I would like to stay like this with you, hugging you and kissing you for hours and hours. I have to go and you have to come back inside or you will catch a cold.” He said, brushing strands of hair away from your faces.

“It would be a good excuse for you to stay, you would have to take care of me doctor.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You looked at him with your big eyes.

“Don’t provoke me like that, love.” She said and you blushed at that new nickname. Law did too when he realized what his lips had said. “I mean… peachie.”

“I like the new nickname.” You smiled.

“Alright… but I need to go.” He broke the hug. “But I will come back, as soon as I can.”

“I will be waiting for you, Law.” You held his hands. “But please, you need to tell me that you will be safe.”

“I will be… I pro-”

“Don’t promise me anything, promises don’t last, they break.”

“Okay…” He hugged you one last time. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, you’re acting like me right now.” You joked and made him smile.

“I have one thing for you.” He let your hands go and opened the car. “I was supposed to give it to you yesterday, but well things went wrong… It's not a big deal but I hope you like it.” He said as he handed you the gift.

You unwrapped it carefully, coming across a pair of gloves. “They are gloves…”

”Yes, you are always rubbing your hands or rubbing them inside your clothes and when… well, when we have shaken hands at some point, they usually feel cold. It's not a big deal but I hope you like it.” He smiled shyly.

“I love them.” You hugged him. “Thank you Law.”

He kissed you one last time before getting into the car and leaving, you didn't want to cry again but you did. Nami appeared next to you and hugged you again like she had done hours before. It was at times like this where you were so grateful to have a friend like her. You knew that you wouldn't be calm until Law was back in town, because even if he hadn't told you, you knew that the fact that he left was related to that man.

Ending note: I had to options for this chapter, the ending was going to be the same, Law leaving but in the first opinion y/n and Law never fight but because I love drama and pain, I decided to do it that way. At the end of the day Law still thinks that pushing y/n away is the best option, for him making her hate him was the best opition, that way she would leave him and be safe. But y/n cares deeply about him, I mean the girl is in love and she wasn’t going to give up on him that easily. Now the thing is, Law has left, what will happen? Who knows (I do)? And I don’t know when chapter 10 will be post bc I have personal stuff coming this early December, so you will probably will have to wait. Sorry for the suffering, love you ❤️

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[rea-grimm]

Ghost Desmond Miles

You and your friends decided to do a test of courage on Halloween in an old house at the end of town that was supposed to be haunted. Of course, you wait until dark, because what kind of test of courage would that be in the light?

As soon as it got dark, you went inside with your friends. You went in together and planned to split up there. However, this remained only a plan, as others were afraid to go out on their own.

It was a big old house after all, and you've seen enough horror movies to know that splitting up is always a bad idea.

You all turned on your flashlight and started exploring. There was darkness everywhere, lots of dust and cobwebs. The floor beneath you creaks with every step.

You walked down the main hall and headed up the stairs. You planned to take it systematically from top to bottom. Of course, omit the cellar or only the most daring ones.

As you walked up the stairs, you felt the temperature drop around you and steam left your mouth for a moment. You looked at each other to see if it was really a ghost or what. Immediately, however, the temperature returned to normal.

Here and there you heard the screeching of the floor and walls, but nothing else. It wasn't until you passed the next two rooms that the painting on the wall shook before falling to the ground. Your friend screamed so much at that you thought you went deaf.

As you progressed, objects around you began to move and fall more and more often, and it even happened that the candlestick rose and flew directly at your friend, who missed him by only millimetres.

More screeching noises began to echo through the house as if someone was watching you and whispering around. It felt like someone was there with you.

A light came on in the last room upstairs and a white figure appeared in the doorway. However, the light immediately went out and the figure disappeared with it.

The noise, the movement of the thing and the flashing of the light began to increase in intensity and you took the stairs down almost two at a time.

You immediately headed for the exit when a pale figure appeared in front of you and raised a pitch-black hand towards you. You immediately stopped and headed to the opposite side.

Everything around you was shaking and a male voice carried through the house urging you to leave.

You ran across the living room to the kitchen where the back entrance was supposed to be. You ran through the kitchen as a chill shot through you and you tripped over the raised threshold.

You fell to the ground, but no one noticed in the panic. Maybe also because all the windows and doors were slammed shut.

You scrambled to your feet and noticed that your knees and palms were scraped. You sat on the ground and panted. You didn't expect such an escape. You didn't even notice the white figure appearing next to you.

“You're hurt,” he said, leaning down.

“It's nothing, just a few scratches,” you replied looking at the ghost.

“I guess I got a little carried away,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck before helping you to your feet. He blamed himself for your fall.

“You were amazing. I get the impression they were completely terrified. I was just a little clumsy,” you smiled at him. Even if Desmond was a ghost, he probably wouldn't hurt a fly.

Desmond smiled at you before disappearing, reappearing in a moment with disinfectant and band-aids.

You sat down in the kitchen on a chair and let him treat you. Desmond first applied disinfection to your scrapes and then covered them with plasters. His touch was slightly cold, yet gentle.

"I'll make you your favourite drink for that," he said before walking through the wall into the next room where the old bar was. The alcohol in it was still good though, and Desmond looked after it and kept it kind of clean.

You walked behind him and sat down at the bar. Desmond poured the ingredients into a shaker and started mixing, tossing the shaker around, and it was a bit of a performance. He then poured you a drink and sat across from you.

“My great ghostly bartender,” you said, kissing his cheek. You still wondered a little how it was possible to touch him as a ghost, but neither of you had an answer.

"Just a ghost," he replied dejectedly. You knew he would prefer to be alive again and take you out on a date without any problems.

“It's okay,” you said, smiling at him. You were glad to at least be able to see him, talk to him and touch him. Desmond looked into your eyes and took your hand.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked you hesitantly. You nodded your head in agreement and gave his hand a light squeeze.

Desmond caressed your cheek before leaning in and kissing your lips. It was like a snowflake landed on your lips.

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[deadbydad-writes]

Hi Angel🖤

I wasn't sure if from your list multiple parts were allowed to be chosen but could I get a Brothers Best Friend Mechanic Miguel x plus size f!reader with a breeding kink preferably infront of the fire place??

l won't set anything up for you,if you're not comfortable writing body types then you can totally omit it,however if you're cool with that - please make reader a confident and fiesty girl who has zero issues going toe to toe with Miguel [ he can be a jerk - aka he doesn't know how to convey feelings or attraction and goes about it so so wrong].

I'd be so grateful to receive a piece from you, i enjoy you and your art.I'm truly shocked nobody has requested from your extensive list!

I wish you all the best in your writing Love, may it continue to receive lots of love and support ✨️

I. Fucking. Love. This! But I didn't do chubby! reader because I'm not comfortable writing body stuff yet, but I will always mention breasts, cunt, stuff like that, just not about the body specifically. Hopefully in the future I will be comfortable with writing that stuff, but for now I hope this is okay!

Your brother had made it very clear that you were not allowed near Miguel O'Hara, his best friend since middle school.

Your brother would always say that you were too young to date a guy who's nineteen, even though you were eighteen and a senior. He would always tell you that it would be weird for him to see you and his best friend together, let alone breathe in the same room.

But that didn't stop you from talking to Miguel when your brother wasn't around, but it would always lead to him being a jerk to you even though all you did was try to ask him about his day or ask him how he is doing with working on his motorcycle.

You honestly didn't know why he was an asshole, but he didn't know that you always stand up for yourself and fight back.

It was hot when when your brother made you come with him over to Miguels place, even though he never did and hated the idea, but he had to since he was going to work late that night and he didn't want you to be by yourself.

You were old enough to take care of yourself, but you were too tired to argue.

When he had dropped you off Miguel was working on his car like always, you swore that something was wrong with it every time you saw him, but you never said anything about it.

You let out a sigh and slung your bag over your shoulder and made your way into his garage, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. He looked up at you and turned his attention back to the engine of his vehicle, a scoff escaping his lips as he shook his head.

"Why did your brother decide to drop you off here?" He asked with an annoyed tone. "He never said anything to me about this."

"He has to work late tonight, said he didn't want me to be by myself," you replied and set your bag down and sat in a chair in the corner of the garage.

"Makes sense, you're too stupid to take care of yourself," Miguel chuckled under his breathe. You rolled your eyes and rested your elbows on your knees.

"You're one to talk," you said with a glare. "All you fucking do is work on your damn car all the time."

Miguel let out a frustrated sigh and stood up and looked at you, his expression cold and annoyed as he stared at you, grabbing a rag and wiped off the oil on his hands.

"You're a brat," he stated. "Always complaining about not getting what you want, it's honestly childish of you."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" You stood up and walked over to him, standing in front of him with your arms crossed over your chest as you looked up at him.

"You know what I mean, princess," he answered with a growl, reaching his hand up to grip your chin so you were looking at him. "You don't know when to shut the fuck up or leave me alone, it's annoying."

You glared up at him.

"If you want me to shut up so badly, then fucking making me," you said with determination to get him to leave you alone for the rest of the night.

What you didn't expect what Miguel roughly pressing his lips against yours and to push you until you were laying on the hood of his car, your eyes widening in shock at his actions.

This was wrong, you told yourself, you promised your brother that you would stay away from Miguel, but...your brother wasn't here and wouldn't be for the rest of the night....so one time wouldn't hurt.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you kissed back, your nails digging into the back of his shirt as you closed your eyes and gripped his hair with your other hand.

You felt his growl against your lips and his hands large hands run down your sides and unbutton your shorts, roughly tugging them down your legs and throwing them across the garage, not caring where they went.

You sat up on your elbows and watched as he got down on his knees and took off your panties, stuffing them into his pocket, the action making you blush.

Miguel quickly buried his face in between your thighs, his tongue instantly licking your clit with a growl, his fingers digging into your thighs which would definitely leave bruises for a couple of days.

"Miguel," you moaned and grabbed his hair with your hand, the other covering your mouth as you realized the garage door was open and that someone could see you. Didn't help the fact that everyone basically knew your brother and they would surely tell him if they saw.

Closing your eyes and arching your back off the car, you grinded your sopping cunt against his face, a moan escaping your lips but stifled by the palm of your hand. Yes, you've had sex before but nobody has ever been this talented with their mouth or tongue, you swore that this was the best experience you've ever had.

You knew that you weren't gonna last long, not with the way Miguel was sucking on your clit and drinking up your juices like it was the last think he would drink in his life, not with the way his tongue was thrusting into your pussy, and not with the way he growled against your folds which made a shiver run down your spine.

You let out a quiet moan as you came on his tongue, your hips bucking against his face as you let go of his hair and laid down on your back, throwing your arm across your face as you caught your breath.

Miguel stood up and took your arm away from your face and kissed you again, this time it was slow and gentle as you sighed against his lips, the taste of your release on his tongue. His hands cupped your jaw, his touch gentle making a blush across your cheeks.

"I'm sorry if I...went too far," he whispered against your lips.

"It's okay...I liked it," you said and slowly sat up, Miguel moving out of the way to give you room as you pulled your panties back on. There was an awkward tension in the air, neither of you looking at each other.

"Why are you always so rude to me when I try to be nice to you?" You asked, breaking the silence as you turned your head to look at him with a frown. You watched as the male let out a sigh and run his fingers through his hair, his free hand resting on his hip.

"I was scared of my feelings," he muttered, still not meeting your gaze with his own. "My feelings that I like you...more than I should. So I thought that being rude to you would make you leave me alone so I would get over how I feel towards my best friends sister."

"Oh..." you said and looked down at your feet, biting your lip as you prosessed his words.

"Well, if it makes anything better," you started nervously. "I kept talking to you, even though my brother said not to, because I've had a crush on you for about three years. I wanted you to like me back...Guess you do though.."

Miguel finally turned his attention towards you with a surprised look before letting out a series of laughs.

"What's so funny?" You walked over to him until you were standing in front of him.

"Nothing," the male said with a chuckle. "Just that were both stupid."

You chuckled in agreement.

"So, wanna go out?" Miguel asked with a grin, his hand finding yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. "I'll take you to dinner."

"How about just a movie," you said with a giggle and kissed his cheek. "My brother will get over us being together, hopefully."

Miguel let out another chuckle and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer so he could press his lips against yours once again.

Your brother can hate this all he wanted, but you and Miguel were happy, and that's all that mattered.

This could have been better, if it isn't obvious I have never written cunnilingus before so it probably isn't that good. But I hope you liked this, it's not my best work but I loved writing this. I honestly had an idea for a part two of this where Miguel and the reader get married or well engaged and the readers brother just fucking hates that.

If you want me to I would love to!

[autisticlalna]

OKAY. IM AT THE "NAV AND SAPPH TALK" CHUNK OF THE TRANSCRIPT. and i IMMEDIATELY have to focus on this:

Sapphire: So you… know me. How. Navigator: I do— Of course I know you! Sapphire: Do you. Navigator: You don’t remember?

if this is the same Navigator from the Clocktower stream, why does Sapphire ask him how he knows them? why does Sapphire treat him as a stranger? after all, ze's perfectly familiar with who he is and their relationship with each other in Clocktower. that was not the first time they talked, and Navigator wanted it to be their last.

Sapphire: How do you know me? [...] Navigator: Come on now, sister, don’t be that way. [chuckles] You can see it in the eyes, can’t you? [ there’s an awkward pause. Sapphire glances away. ] Sapphire: So you— Navigator: Oh, wait, I forgot. The eyes look a little different when I’m… in this one. Hm.

this line could be taken a few ways, but all of them center on the fact that this Viking doesn't have green eyes normally. it's a side-effect of being in tViking's body.

and the thing is: Navigator is tRuby's* nickname for green-eyed Viking. we, and likely tRuby as well, assume that if tViking has green eyes, then he's being possessed by the same entity that star spoke to before.

(* i think tViking also says "Navigator" at one point later in this stream but ill get to that when i get there.)

tViking has been possessed before, when he built the bamboo farm in his "sleep", and it likely wasn't by Navigator. Nav isn't too keen on tViking's industrialization, and also thinks he's insane. and, sure, Nav is convinced that tViking doesn't know about the other Vikings, but he absolutely does. again, tViking namedrops Navigator later, but there's also the entire "Vikings help Viking" conversation.

look. something is wrong. things don't add up. the more i think about it, the more it stands out. whoever this Viking is, he lies omits the truth. whoever this Viking is, he's taking advantage of the uncertainty around Navigator's existence.

if he is Navigator, he's spent every interaction before now lying out his ass:

Ruby: How do I know you’re not a liar? Navigator: I’ve never lied before! That’s this one’s specialty, not mine though. [...] Ruby: So you- you lied to me. You lied— First of all, you lied about never having lied to me, because when we first met… You- you told me— Navigator: Well, I omitted the truth… Ruby: No, you kn— You said you didn’t know a lot about them, but it seems you guys go way back! Navigator: And you believed that? Considering how much I asked about them, you believed that? [laughs] Okay, well, maybe you aren’t that good at detecting lies. I’m not very good at them.

...which, okay, he did definitely dodge around things in his very first conversation with tRuby:

Navigator: <Sapphire scares us more than we want to admit. we know nothing> Ruby: “Sapphire scares us more than we want to admit. We know nothing.” How— …Okay. Great, so I scare him, that’s awesome, that’s great. Navigator: <they are an unknown. and we do not like not knowing>

but the most important part here is that he would have been lying to Sapphire. he doesn't need to pretend around Sapphire like he has to around tRuby! if he's such a bad liar, if he only ever omits the truth, then why does he talk to Sapphire like this during Clocktower:

Navigator: How is it gonna be different this time. Sapphire: You feel it, right? They’re different, this time. Both of them. Navigator: Yeah! Yeah, for starters, this one didn’t exist. Sapphire: Chyea! I know. We didn’t exist. You’ve told me before.

Navigator: [pause] You won’t tell me anything. And none of the others seem to know… or know even he exists. So that- that- That’s not the point, though! Why did you wanna talk to me. Sapphire: Well. First of all. I haven’t seen you in so long. So many tries you’ve tried to avoid me. But… why did you reach out to this Ruby. Tell me.

Sapphire: We’ve been much worse. We’re not supposed to be here! Navigator: No! No I’m not! Sapphire: You know where we’re supposed to be? You know where we’re supposed to be? Navigator: Why did you— No!

you can see the difference, right? there's no defensive hostility on Sapphire's side. there's no questioning, because she knows who Navigator is. she knows what he's about, how he knows her, and what she's focused on is "why are you here this time after spending so long dodging me".

so.. what changed?

[tennelleflowers]

Hey, just here to fuel your Dark Fiagra about Riku being gay and the Light.

In KH2 when Sora and Riku are in the Realm Between the portal to the Dark Margin doesn't open until Sora and Riku have the first part of their "heart to heart". He's literally being vunerable in every way and Sora just shows him patience and understanding. Then the portal opens.

Then on the Margin, Riku opens up once again. I think the reason that Riku wasn't the one to open the Door to Light was because Sora confirmed that he was happy to stay in the dark with Riku.

This part is a stretch but I think, maybe, Riku hearing Sora wistfully reading the letter may have opened the door. Or you know, Maybe it was Kairi. Riku is under the impression that Sora is the Loght because Sora is HIS light, which is why he tells Sora that the door to light was his heart.

Who knows, maybe Soras heart DID open the door, but imo, Kairis letter wasn't romantic. It doesn't even make much sense pertaining to the story.

You're so right. You want to know the funny thing tho? In the character files, there's a short story from Riku's pov about their conversation at the Dark Margin at the end of KH2. It's the same one where Riku says that he used to try to act like Sora's older brother as a kid, but doesn't think of their relationship that way anymore.

To tell you the truth, Sora...I was jealous of you.

As I sat on the dark shore next to Sora, I wondered when I began to feel that way.

Was it when Sora became a Keyblade wielder?

Or was it all the way back when we were children on the islands?

It wouldn’t be strange for me to think I was better than Sora. After all, when you’re a child, a year is a big age difference, so I played the older brother and took Sora around with me everywhere. When did that change?

And then, when it gets to the part where Kairi's letter is supposed to come in, it's just completely omitted???

“I wished I could live life the way you do. Just following my heart.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got my share of problems, too.” Sora responded, staring at the horizon.

“Like what?” I asked Sora, smiling a bit.

“Like...wanting to be like you.”

“I see.”

That made me a little sad, so I responded with as cheerful a voice as I could manage.

“Well, there is one advantage to being me..something you could never imitate.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Having you for a friend.”

Sora was surprised for a moment. Then, he exhaled a bit.

“Then, I guess...I’m okay the way I am. I’ve got something you could never imitate too.” Sora responded with a smile, and he looked off beyond the horizon, at the moon shining faintly in the sky - at the world where we would meet our end.

We both had our own things that the other couldn’t do. Our hearts, each just like the other, were both filled to the brim with happy feelings at that moment.

I was glad to have been Sora’s friend.

“Light.”

My eyes instinctively narrowed at the sight of the bright sun-like light that appeared right before us.

“The door to light...we’ll go together!”

Sora stood up and offered his hand to me.

“Yeah.”

I responded and began to walk with Sora.

LIKE? Hello? Look at this thing just directly implying that it was actually Sora and Riku's hearts opening up to each other that opened the Door to Light??? Skipping Kairi's letter entirely??? (why do they keep doing this lol just let Kairi HAVE SOMETHING sakdfljsd)

Now, like I've said before, stuff in the novels/characters files are SECONDARY canon, so it is canon that Kairi's letter in a bottle shows up and Sora reads it, and then the Door to Light appears. But with this added context I wouldn't say it's a reach that the Door to Light opening to them probably has more to do with them than Kairi's letter specifically.

[shallowseeker]

It's my fault. I let my guard down. But it's your fault, too. It's on US. And it...it's more your fault than the others, because--

///

I kinda lost my big Dean farewell tour meta, but I still stand by the fact that Dean's decision not to go into the Mal'ak box was very much based on multiple people's support (Sam, Mary, Cas, Jack). That said, it was so so so conspicuous that he actively avoided Cas and Jack the most.

When Cas cornered him in Prophet and Loss things got, "an awkward beat / So this is goodbye?"...weird fast.

via @spnscripthunt

///

In Ouroboros, all Cas has to do is catch Dean's eyes, and he just...falls right open. It's very clear that Cas's opinion on the matter is a quiet, powerful unsaid-thing.

Cas's hope is important here. More important than perhaps ANYONE is willing to admit. When he reassures Dean, Dean feels more at ease. More hopeful. And with most hopeful things, it feels a long way down when you fall from it.

///

(Aside///Love how Dean throws Cas this cheeky little smile and Cas glares at him btw.)

///

Later, when Dean wakes up after his injury, yes he's talking to all of TFW, of course he is. (He's talking to his brother, his best friend, his foster son.)

Here we have Dean lamenting that, like the chicken in Noah's story, he let his guard down, and now the snake is loose in the bunker.

///

And here, we have such a subtle thing. The first of many cracks. Cas jumps in to talk to him, and Dean immediately fires back. He's reacting to Cas.

The camera focuses on Sam, gets Sam's reaction. But Dean? Dean's squared up to Cas. He's invoking his fresh conversation with Cas in the diner.

Cas is holding Dean's gaze evenly, and they're assuming their usual battle positions. Sam holds up his hands like he's getting between them, de-escalating the thing between them on gut instinct.

(it reminds me of this one)

Already, there's an insidious, human emotion seeming to take hold. Or at least, the seeds of it.

Somewhere deep is the burgeoning blame Dean's going to eventually put on Cas -> putting on him "the things he can't take," expecting him to protect everyone from everything, to be safe and keep them all safe.

("It's your fault I stayed. Because I stayed, [OMITTED, people I loved died]. It's more your fault than the others.")

But why is it more Cas's fault? Why is the reaction so outsized in Dean?

He doesn't just blame Cas for Mary, for the loss of Jack's soul that lead up to it. (Cas was supposed to succeed where John failed.)

He blames Cas for being a big part of why Dean wanted to stay in the first place. Cas made Dean want things.

And Dean's historic willingness to sacrifice himself is built on not wanting things for himself.

///

Heroes die.

JOHN E. WINCHESTER 1954-2006 LOVING HUSBAND & FATHER REMEMBERED FOREVER DEAN: It's like my old life is, is coming after me or something. Like it like it doesn't want me to be happy. Course I know what you'd say.,,, So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?" But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? (begins to cry while talking) What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life, Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? (pause) It's... (Dean's lips tremble. Silence. We hear the sky rumbling. Tears begins to falls on DEAN's cheek.)

2x20

When Dean was willing to blow himself up in season 11, he was rewarded with his Mom coming back. When he wasn't willing to do it in season 14, his son stepped in to do it for him, losing his soul in the process and leading directly to the death of Mary. How horrible.

[mrs-monaghan]

yeah i'm going to need people to stfu about jkk's bond

WARNING BTS BOOK SPOILERS!!!

https://twitter.com/Taemini_Cie7/status/1677749597685313538?s=20

Hold on hold on.... I need to breathe. Anon tysm!!! Omg!!!!!!!!! Freaking out over here

Damn. No wonder they wanted to disband at this time. They really weren't ready for the fame. I'm happy they got through it.

I read this and wonder if the vermin will notice that Jimin says him and JK, by themselves, alone were discussing and decided to go to Japan? Just them 2. No one else. No one cancelled for family reasons. No one else was supposed to be there. No one else was involved in the planning. This was a Jikook trip. Planned by Jikook for Jikook only. I wonder if they will notice this or they will just ignore like they ignore everything else? Oh well. I ain't holding my breath.

So new tiny details about the Tokyo trip, of course they ran it by bang pd who was concerned about it being a good idea. But I'm guessing Jikook insisted so bang organised security. Idk why but I liked this part. Just, knowing this makes me feel better. Idk why.

We were walking down the alley... there weren't many cars, there was light from the street lamps. It was really beautiful.

I'm sorry but I read that and totally knew they took advantage of the dark lighting and empty alley to make out. Sorry not sorry. 🤷🏽‍♀️ I don't see why walking down a dark alley would be this memorable otherwise 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

But this part... this part though, is so cute.

And then Jimin said his feet hurt and so we walked slowly. Those simple things were so fun.

I'm sorry, can we add this to the list of JK being whipped AF?? Like, I mean... we know his favourite part of the whole trip was Jimin on his phone and oversleeping. And now he recounts how Jimin's legs got tired and they had to slow down. Are you guys seeing this??? Like, how is this not a man in love? What kind of trivial detail is this to remember? Its like when they went to the Atomix and JK only remembers that day because Jimin did something and said "I'm sorry" like wtf even?? You don't remember tiny details about a person unless you care about them and love them so much that every little thing they do is endearing AF.

Guys. How many times do we think JK offered to carry Jimin coz his feet hurt? What are the chances he did carry Jimin but omitted it? 🤗🤗

Yo.... guys. Guys. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Oh wow.... wasn't planning on buying this book at all coz I thought it was gonna be boring but now I might reconsider if there is going to be little tidbits like these sprinkled around.... 👀

Holy shit.