#one of a father and one of the people who want the world to live and not just survive

[capellla]

What is the reputation of your future spouse?

Choose whichever you are drawn to. This is a general reading and there is less options so this may not suit everyone. Take what resonates only.

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This person is definitely a playboy and someone famous for his relationships. I definitely didn't expect to see this energy so clearly on the cards. Maybe meeting you will change him, maybe you're not attracting the right people right now. This person is someone who gets bored easily and sees people and his relationships with them as games. Additionally, this person is known for being rebellious and not listening to what people say, especially sincere suggestions. He does whatever he wants and no one can restrict him, even with good intentions. This person is also known for his wildness and lack of seriousness, he has a strange sense of humor. They have sharp eyes and draw you in, and it's hard not to be drawn or impressed by them. And those eyes are always on the people he attracted to and examining them. I can see why it's attractive. This person may also be famous for his relationship with his mother (for some of your future spouses). He may be working with her and may be notable for his relationship with her. This person has very advanced and big dreams. And he doesn't hesitate to follow them. This person may not like his father and may be doing his best not to be like him. This person is known for his luck and possessions.

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This person is known for his financial acumen and the right choices he makes. This person is very well-read and knowledgeable. He may have completed more than one university. This person is also known for being distant from his family. Maybe he doesn't get along well with a sibling. This person is known for his serious relationships and taking his relationships very seriously. Additionally, this person may be an animal lover and whenever he sees a living creature on the street, he cannot help but love it. This person may have had difficulties in his youth and lived life a little more on the edge. Or, on the contrary, he may have spent his youth alone and questioning with a lacking perspective. This person respects the opposite sex. He has a broad perspective and is known for it. People also respect him, but some also pity him. (You shouldn't take people too seriously at the end.) This person is also known for a significant relationship, sex life, or empathy. (may vary for everyone.) This person will worship you and show you great respect (I had to write this message).

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I don't know why, but Van Gogh comes to my mind. Maybe this person is known for his art, his diversity, his hard work, and yet he does not receive enough attention. He may have too many relationships. But this may be related to him not finding the right person or not believing that he will find her. Gorgeous, that's the word I hear and I see the sun card. This person is amazing. Very authentic and distinctive. He has a lot of potential and has a significant destiny. Many people may oppose this person or have difficulty understanding him. Because he is sincere and has a very different world. And it's a very special world. That world has deep oceans and bright stars that ordinary people cannot see or feel.

[deathofacupid]

you can't remember your last kiss with nanami kento. no matter how much you try, you just can't.

was it this morning? when he woke you up, newborn daughter in-hand? no, that couldn't have been it. because, after, he kissed you again, chaste, as he moved past you to get to the dishwasher.

and then again, when he set your breakfast on the table. another time after, too. when he settled on the couch with you and his baby girl.

but was that the last one? or, was there more after?

you can't remember. in your defense, you didn't have a reason to keep track. there shouldn't have been. the second you told him you were pregnant, he dropped the world of jujutsu. it was over, or it should have been.

speaking of, your pregnancy, it wasn't ever anything you really wanted. it was something he did. kids. it was his dream, you're pretty sure, the whole white-picket-fence fantasy.

and you? you didn't care, not much. as long as you had nanami, you were okay with anything. besides, he'd been so happy when you broke the news. it's not like you guys had been actively trying, which is why you were surprised to see his reaction.

but again, for him, you'd do anything. what did it matter, anyways? it was just a kid, right? and he'd be there every step of the way, right?

wrong.

it was another sunday, the three of you had been snuggled up in bed, just when he got the call.

"they want me to come in," he explained, softly.

"what?" you knew the answer.

"i won't go if you don't want me to. but, darling, i doubt they'd have called me in, if it hadn't been urgent."

you inhaled, watching him gently rock his daughter in his arms. "does- does that mean it's bad, then?"

"well, i'm sure it's nothing i can't handle," he informed you, paired with a soft smile.

"i don't know, na'mi. you said you weren't gonna go back." there was hesitance in your voice, one that trembled.

"honey, that's why i said it's up to you, okay?" nanami pressed his lips to your forehead.

if people really needed him, who were you to not let him go? what were you supposed to do? say no, let those people die? guilt gnawed at you. slowly, you nodded, looking up to meet his gaze.

so, as you stood there at the door, watching him kiss his baby what should've been a temporary goodbye.

you can't remember if he kissed you goodbye, too. he probably did, but you can't remember.

"promise you'll come back to me?" you'd buried your face into the crook of his neck.

"of course, baby. i promise."

fucking liar.

oh, god, and when they told you there wasn't even a body to recover?

too much. all too much.

you think that you would've followed him, had there not have been his baby stopping you.

kiss, kiss, kiss; why can't you remember? why?

the cries of his baby, the baby that yearns for her father, they are etched into your head. you can't get her to stop. you don't blame her. you can't stop, either.

you aren't her mother. she isn't your daughter.

she's nanami's, but he's gone.

the only thing he left you with is a child you never wanted, a living, breathing reminder of his absence, of his broken promise, of the kiss you can't remember — the kiss that might as well have never happened.

[itsabouttimex2]

Not a request, just blabbering about the “not the beloved au” because. God. Poor MK. Obviously, y/n is the one suffering the most from the dynamic, but MK’s development is being stunted by the way the two kings are raising him. Never being told no, having everything and everyone live their life to accommodate around him- sure he’s still a toddler, they’re going to be stupid, but he’s resorting to hurting himself when he doesn’t get what he wants (ie Y/N, a whole person!) that is very troubling behavior.

I’d hate to see how he’d be grown up- he’d definitely still be a hero- he IS a good kid, he’d want to help people- but what happens if he’s not able to beat someone in a fight immediately or he’s outmatched? How much of him fighting would just make things worse because he’s used to the world bending over backwards to make him happy?

Poor kid.

Not The Beloved

Anon, I'm so glad you brought this up, because on surface level, NTB!MK is a little entitled menace. But when you take a moment to scratch past that unfortunate facade, then... well, yeah. He is a victim all in his own right, hard as it may be to see from a certain viewpoint. The only world MK knows is his own family and their home- his two dads, Y/N, the Flower Fruit Mountain monkeys, and the mountain itself.

The end. No school. No friends. Nothing.

And that's just the way his dads like it! Sun Wukong likes that his kiddo is isolated, stunted, socially awkward and somewhat entitled! That just makes him easier to spoil! Easier to love! And Macaque, too! If he helps to custom-cater a world that his beloved baby boy can't survive outside of? Then MK can't leave, and thus can never escape his love and care!

Which is exactly why MK needs the reader.

In spite of being everything that the little kid is not, Y/N's startling normality is the only grounding factor that MK has to let him know that something is wrong. Because Y/N didn't have the upbringing that their little brother had, they have a legitimate claim to being the least mentally-skewed of the family, which is, unsurprisingly, one hell of a boon.

Like, MK has it great... at first. Never Having to do chores or make your own food, and having your overbearing daddies brush your teeth and tie your shoes for you is awesome when you're four, but sucks ass when you're twelve and can barely function outside your role as a spoiled prince-

But! There's still Y/N!

Frustrated, jealous, and angry Y/N. Y/N, who seethes and huffs and kicks their feet and grits their teeth and punches their pillow into pulpy fluff, who curses under their breath and has to burn all the letters they write about how much they despise their family. Y/N who was only spared punishment after the scraps of those letters were found because MK cried and begged for his daddies to forgive his older sibling because-

Because Y/N, in spite of their jealously and anger, will still roll up both sleeves, sit down, and teach their little brother how to tie his shoes, how to roll up a tube of toothpaste to squeeze the last bit out, how to boil water and brown meat.

There's this normalcy to being hated by someone that anchors MK to reality, even though he's a little too young and naive to really put his grateful feelings into words, so instead it all manifests as "Y/N is my favorite person ever and ever!" that Wukong and Macaque don't like (because they are both horribly jealous) but will force Y/N to reciprocate.

And even when his beloved older sibling bullies their parents into coughing up the necessary resources in order to head off to college, MK keeps in touch with the phones he begs both his fathers to buy, and manages to maneuver them both into two strict "buts".

Specifically, "You can go off to college, but you have to keep in touch with us and MK." and "We'll foot the bill, but you have to come back and stay here during the weekends."

Which is... enough. Enough of a thread cut loose that Y/N slips free to experience at least a mildly normal life pursuing their desired field with some actual space to grow and heal and establish normal relationships outside of their toxic family.

(Even though they're definitely becoming the mom/dad friend.)

Then there's the matter of "How good of a hero will MK be without his good-natured upbringing, courtesy of Pigsy and Tang?" that you brought up, and the answer to that question is: "Don't worry about it, because MK doesn't get to be a hero."

After all, why would his dads risk losing their miracle baby?

So it isn't even "Would MK ditch a fight or otherwise give up on it when he struggles?", it's "Can Y/N bare-knuckle Red Son's cute face into pulp with only their long suppressed rage as fuel?" because MK isn't the hero of NTB- Y/N is.

And they don't ever intend on losing the new life they fought to find.

[skay-ali]

Devil

Since you could remember you considered yourself strange, something told you that you were different, although you could fit in and live your day to day, something was wrong with you, you saw the children being happy and ignorant, you should be the same, but for But when you tried, sadness invaded you and fear dominated you.

You didn't consider yourself special in the least, you matured quickly, you had your feet on the ground, no matter how much love your parents gave you, they made you recognize how the world worked, before living your fairy tale you had to be aware of your reality, Your parents allowed you, after all, you were their beloved daughter and their money allowed you, to follow your every whim.

You were able to forget your strange thoughts when you believed thanks to the love of your family, your life was hectic, you no longer thought so much that something was wrong with you.

Well that was... until that day.

Your loving parents died.

You killed them, even your older brother recognized it.

"It's your fault"

"you killed them" those words full of resentment.

They hurt... they felt like thorns pricking your entire body, reaching deep inside.

You just wanted your loving family to be happy and proud of you, you had a talent, singing had become a part of you ever since your mother took you to your first class, you wanted to show your family what made you happy.

You were selfish that night begging them and throwing a big tantrum for them to go, even though your father had an important job and your mother had to host one of her fundraising dances.

You were selfish and you killed them.

That night of your recital, Gotham and its horrible alleys, with the scum of people it possessed, criminals who take the happiness of innocent souls, took yours.

Then that feeling came back, the one that was hidden deep inside your heart.

The sadness.

The hate.

The lack of hope.

You were a stranger in your own life, the world even with your title and inheritance.

You were still a child and you were already condemned.

One knock after another was the sound that played like music in an abandoned alley.

The darkness filled the entire mysterious place, the curious eyes could only capture a fist, which was hitting a sack at high speed with great fury, no... it was more than one sack, more than 5 perhaps, they could catch gasps of pain ringing constantly, along with meows and pleas.

A smile was the only light that came out of that dark alley, a very big one with fangs, laughter of fun and ecstasy accompanied the entire terrifying scene.

The blood was splashed with each hit, it spread all over the walls and the floor, it even stuck to the aggressor's clothes like the victims.

Was it a lot of time or was it a little? HA when you have fun time flies.

“Trash,” you spat.

You still heard sounds of pain, ahh and you who thought they could endure it, after all they strutted in front of you like invincible..... they were nothing more than low level demons.

Your old self would have pitied them, poor innocent people, a few tears would have fallen from your eyes, a whole Mary Magdalene or a crying baby.

Well it was a long time ago, not now some time after you met him.

"How about I'm still their prey" you kicked one of the bodies on the floor hard, you saw how it writhed on the floor upon receiving the impact.

You looked at where you ended up, in a lonely alley, devoid of life, without color, no light that reflected humanity, that word had been lost a long time ago, both in this place and in yourself.

They were about 7 demons that you tried to trap under your control, but they refused, they considered you weak, a possible new toy of theirs to destroy, with their smiles of grandeur and egocentrism.

Annoying, very annoying, you considered yourself very patient in the 2 minutes you gave them, you soon went crazy to proceed to finish them off.

Have fun, it was the only good thing that came out of this failed recruitment.

You felt full of life with every blow you gave them, the pleas that came out of their mouths were music to your ears, the blood ohhh you loved feeling it covering your skin, it was indescribable, much more than wonderful.

Hearing sounds of patrols along with the instinct that a hero was approaching led you to move away.

Your heels clicked against the pavement, a slow walk, you were in no hurry, who would suspect a defenseless woman.

And so a great beauty emerges from the darkness, safe and sound, swaying her hips in time with her steps, every curve highlighted by her tight, expensive-looking clothes, silky hair that swayed with her walk, a sweet smile that enchanted to her viewers, one that ranged from innocence to mischief and flirtation.

For skilled eyes, seeing you was a warning, those that easily captured the evil that you emanated, in addition to the small drops of blood that stood out on your face, few captured the demon that you truly were, capable of carrying out many immoral and cruel activities, but almost no one ever saw beyond your charming appearance, the smiles you gave and your way of relating, their gazes were lost as soon as they caught your silhouette.

It was a shame how everyone fell, your claws caught them, you killed those necessary, your plans came first more than mercy and empathy, like chess pieces, you brought people into your games.

Nobody stopped you...

There was a time when you were nothing, just a zero to the left, along with the entire society, you were just a human...

Surrounded by loneliness, without hope, still trying to be an innocent being.

Those words in your memories of your beloved late mother who always told you to be good, patient and help others.

"What beautiful memories" when your innocence still existed.

But then you became a monster, who you were now.

The moment where your old self, tired of everything, ran away from home, the small act of rebellion towards a brother who ignored you, who carried a great resentment against you.

You ended up in a dark forest, full of desperation, desperately screaming for mercy, some strangers without any hint of empathy, stuck a dagger in your heart..

Lying on a floor full of drawings and symbols, you became what you were now.

"You're late," a deep voice filled the silent room.

A couple of characters surrounded a large table.

Everyone dressed elegantly, with extravagant touches.

The girl (according to her words, although she looked like an adult) who dressed as a Lolita, with her dresses full of layers, bows and glitter.

The succubus woman wore the most revealing but at the same time fashionable clothes, silk fabrics with synoptic colors and lace, she really knew how to make them fit.

A muscular man who cared little about things other than fights, but who was pressured to play his role in the best way, that included having a great appearance.

The weak-looking demon, a great scholar, always wore robes and capes, along with his round gold-plated glasses.

The great being with a goat's head, in a black suit.

Although some seemed more capable than others, they were all strong, you made sure of that when they joined together, demons with great potential to ally with.

“I had some earrings” you walked towards the large table.

"Hah seriously....you smell like weak demon blood" the muscular man mocked.

"Well I couldn't help it" you smiled "at least I didn't miss it" you scoffed "and the best wins, not everyone is capable of achieving it"

That brought a smile to some, remembering the moment a certain domain of fame of being the strongest warrior was defeated.

You headed towards the back, passing the chairs placed along the table, where everyone was sitting, not even the goat-headed demon could sit anywhere else.

You placed yourself in the only chair located at the head of the table, the place where you looked at all your partners or allies, where they waited for your orders, where you showed that you were the head of everyone, you were the tip of this great pyramid that they formed.

Even with one or two faces of annoyance from the previous ones, you sat down without problem in your chair, your throne.

"Well now you can continue Horns"

You put one of your feet on the chair, you rested your two hands on the table, you crossed your two hands between it and rested your head on top of them, you observed everyone present, some showed nerves and others maintained good composure.

You smiled so much that your fangs stuck out.

It was exciting to see people tremble.

"Brother.. please I..." a hand stopped you from continuing to speak.

"No ____, today I don't have time for your games" again he said your name instead of addressing you as his sister or one of the hundreds of nicknames you had.

He stopped calling you that since his parents' funeral.

And he left you aside, you were no longer part of his life, he was full of hatred for the criminal who killed his parents, he still faithfully believed that he would find the murderer and take revenge.

If it wasn't his training to become stronger, it was his new position as the leader of Wayne Industries.

Time passed slowly, you saw your brother less and less, he began to travel a lot, he never told you, no letter or a shitty conversation.

You stayed in the mansion alone, like all the antiques that were collecting dust.

You were useless, even when you wanted to help your brother, he rejected you.

You tried to take care of him when he was hurt or sick, but he always ordered you to go to your room and leave him alone.

"go away"

You tried to run the big family company, but you only earned more anger, your brother distrusted your intentions, accusing you of trying to sabotage him like the others, of putting him out of business like some adults on the board of directors.

"I don't bother you with what happened that day, or with being a nuisance, now you want to take my place"

"go find someone else to ruin their life"

His harsh words hurt more and more... Your brother still suffered for your parents and you couldn't help him, because he only saw you as the one who killed them.

His smiles disappeared, he was no longer the same child who caressed your head and patted you, he no longer played with you, nor secretly made fun of the extravagant dresses or suits of the rich at galas, he no longer ran away with you when they ran away. from their private language tutors and strange subjects that their parents imposed on them to nourish their child brains.

That little hiding place they built in the library was no longer the same, it was one devoid of joy and light.

Now that great shelter full of games and food was nothing more than a miserable hole where you lay down to cry until you fell asleep, where you remembered your beloved family.

The smell of happiness still lingered, but over time it faded.

You were alone, without your dear parents who were always supporting you and paying attention to you even if they were very busy.

You lost your brother who blamed you for everything.

School was no better, the children began to treat you with pity or ignored you, you were no longer a benefit to their family so why hang out with you.

The world was so big, full of people, but no matter how much you tried to get attention, to beg for someone to look at you, no one did, you were a ghost that no matter how much you screamed, you pulled desperately at someone's clothes, no one did. recognized.

It wasn't a surprise when your brother sent you to a girls' boarding school.

You accepted it, without any complaint, as you always did, not just because of a vague promise but rather because of that feeling that prevented you from breaking the rules.

Even with all that, you had to be good, a happy girl, see the positive side.

You promised your mother, even if it was a curse for you, you had to do it.

Be good to the people who hate you, help them, never get angry with someone but understand them, endure everything, wait for your brother who caused you a lot of pain.

Wait for him with open arms when he returns.

It's just that he never came back, and you stopped being you.

You stopped waiting.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hey there! I might have an oddly specific request, but like. I am craving a trope but I am too lazy to write anything myself. Feel free to not accept this :"D

Could you write maybe like a *micro* oneshot about Boothill finding his past lover (from before his planet got nuked), but here's the thing, the lover did an ftm transition, so Boothill may have not realised at first.

And secondly, there is a child. Boothill's, but he had no idea.

The circumstances under what they reconnect is up to you. Wether it's fluff or angst, also.

Thank you in advance, cool writer person!<3

🌑felt that first part😭 ALSO this idea is so good rAAAH I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IIITT (idk if this sucks but i hope i did this wonderful idea justice my dear, i poured all my love into this ❤️)

ALSO ALSO listened to 'Would you fall in love with me again' on loop writing this cuz the vibes are immaculate :)

Warnings: Spoilers for Boothill's backstory, mention of reader pre-transition as 'her' once but by male descriptors everwhere else, I have no experience writing ftm reader's so forgive my ignorance and let me know if I did good if you can 🥺

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

The saloon is lively, crowded, not Boothill’s usual scene but fate or whatever sorry god is in charge of his path brought him here. His mission is complete and he’s exhausted – so out drinking he goes, even though he can barely feel the drink’s effects anymore. He supposes it must be the principle of the thing, a sort of tradition that helps him not lose his mind along the way.

Boothill scans the room by instinct, seeing dancing couples fill the entire room up to the corners – some slowly, some so fast it’s as if the universe is about to implode. A flash of a memory stings at the back of his brain, but he ignores it.

“Uhm! Mister!” Chirps a high pitched voice from below, clearly directed at himself. Looking down he spots a chubby-faced little girl, at which he raises a brow. Why a girl her age would ever think to approach him of all people in the saloon, he cannot imagine.

“Can you help me up, please? I wanna ask for some water,” she asks, polite but determined.

“Oh, well of course little lady!” He responds, gently holding her up and placing her onto the stool, once the cloud of nostalgia is gone from before his eyes. She just looks so familiar… The particular shade of brown of her eyes–

“Thank you mister!” The girl says brightly, sitting all cute and proper as Boothill waves the barkeep over, “It’s no trouble. Whatcha doin’ here, anyway? Y’ain’t alone, right?”

“Oh no mister, I’m here with my papa!” She replies cheerfully, pointing to the center of the room where the most people gather. Between swaying bodies he finds who she points at – twirling a giggling old lady is who Boothill suspects is the girl’s ‘papa’.

The cyborg cowboy no longer has a heart, nor a chest really, but it feels as if it stops in that moment. You don't spot him yet, lost as you are in your own little world, twirling around as sweat builds at your hairline.

But to Boothill everyone else fades as the pieces click into place – a grassfield beneath a starry sky, the love of his life before him, his flesh and bone hands around her blushing face… your face… no matter how you’ve changed, it’s you, he’d recognize you anywhere.

He must be seeing ghosts, surely. The girl’s father must just look like you, that’s it, it has to be, you’re dead… you have to be.

But Boothill knows in his soul that it is. You’re right there, dancing without a care in the world, changed and yet the same.

“Mister?” The little girl to him again, grasping at one of his sleeves and he turns. Her eyes, that particular shade of brown… it’s his, from when he was still flesh and blood. His head hurts. He feels drunk and crazy, maybe he should stop drinking after missions.

“There you are! You should’ve told me you wanted to rest,” You lightheartedly tell the girl, panting as you wipe sweat from your brow. From this close he’s sure it’s you, but Boothill still feels a little crazy for his thoughts. “Made a friend–?!”

The moment your eyes meet his, Boothill is finally sure it’s you. And he can tell you remember him too. Both of you seem stuck in time, gazing at each other like you’ve seen a ghost, which maybe you have, all things considered. The both of you should be dead.

Your mouth opens to speak but no words come out and you’re aching for a glass of water of your own. He’s here, alive and…

“You’ve… changed.” Boothill says lamely – so many things he wants to say, things he should’ve said long ago, things he would’ve said if he knew you were alive all this time.

“S-So have you!” Your voice cracks as you gawk at him, “You’re all… metal?”

Boothill chuckles, nerves eased by the familiarity that settles over the two of you – seems you haven't changed where it counts. “Yeah… it’s a long story.”

“Well, all I have is time.” He can tell you’re still upset with him, perhaps you will be for a while– heck! He’s upset with himself! He should’ve gone back for you, checked, double checked, triple checked!

“Just tell me one thing first;” The cyborg asks, watching as the girl sprints off towards who he assumes is a friend of hers, “Is she…” he points at himself.

“... Yeah. Her name’s Julia.” You tell him, sitting where she was, shoulders still tense as you watch him closely. He’s still as handsome as always, more rugged perhaps, more tired and grim, but the sight of his face still makes your heart stutter with affection. 

Boothill sighs heavily at the information, like the air’s been punched from his lungs, slumping over the bar and covering his eyes. You, alone as your planet burned while he went off to punish the ones who did it, was a heartbreaking enough picture to paint, but with a child? His child?

If they hadn't taken his tear ducts, he’d be filling the saloon up to the ceiling with his tears.

“Hey now, you can cry about it later, ok?” You say awkwardly, knowing you might start crying too if he does. 

He does as you ask, finally raising his head to look at you properly. You’re as beautiful as he remembers, of course you are. You could never stop looking so unfairly stunning to him, never.

Squirming in place as his cybernetic lock onto you, you feel the need to fill the empty space between you – as much as you wish to act like nothing had changed, a lot had, “How did you… recognize me?”

He finds it to be an odd question, of course he’d recognize you, yours is the only face he seems when he closes his eyes, haunting the few dreams he does have like a siren’s song beckoning him to linger within the memories of a better life before he became what he is now, “Y’haven’t changed that much.”

You blink at him, suddenly self-conscious, “... haven't I?”

Oh no, you look upset. He should’ve just said what he was thinking instead of whatever that was, “I– I didn't mean it like– I mean, you look great! Fudge I–”

You’re laughing, open and bright and lovely. Laughing at him no doubt, but laughing, “W-what– why do you– Fudge?”

“Ah, well, that’s part of that long story I told ya’bout.” He replies bashfully, because yeah, it would be strange to hear that coming out of his mouth to you.

Catching your breath and wiping the tears from your eyes, you smile fondly at the cowboy, “Sounds to me like we have some catching up to do.”

The farm boy in him wishes still that nothing had changed, that he could wake up from his dream and lay in the field beneath the stars again, hold you against his warm chest like always and have no IPC blood caked under his metaphorical nails, only dirt and sand from a hard day’s work. But the galaxy ranger he is now likes it better this way – change is inevitable and all things considered, this is one of the more fortunate outcomes of your story. 

You’ve both changed, but not where really it counts.

“That we do, sweetheart.”

[manuellarts]

Hello hello, deidara headcanons because he's all i can think about and i cant stop yapping about him 🫶🫶🫶

this spawned because i've been racking my brain trying to get into his head and find out what happened in his past, since we don't have any canon backstory for him aside from stealing forbidden jutsu and running away

all that i had managed to get was this image of his father breaking his clay sculptures, and the fact that it had left a major impact on him. since then, i waited for more to dawn upon me

little did i know . . THAT was IT. i don't really think that he has a tragic backstory or anything, the way i see it now, is that he was always a little insane (just a little) and it's only gotten worse overtime. there was really no way that he'd live very long with that kind of mentality and lifestyle, as much as it saddens me to say it.... but just as sasori had said upon first meeting him, he just wouldn't last long

not because he lacks the skill, no. but because he is simply insane. reckless, impulsive, and completely obsessed and absorbed with himself, his art, and his vision—which i like to call vision because it is part of the way he idealizes his perception of things. the way he envisions the world and builds his perception of the world is highly idealized, and whenever the world fails to meet this idealized version of what he envisions, he immediately seeks to destroy it

if we really think about it, just.. how come that he got away with stealing forbidden jutsu? how did he know of its existence in the first place as a child? how come he suddenly decided that brutal terror was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life? when trying to answer those questions, i just realized that there was something wrong right from the beginning

i just really think that deidara has a sort of friendly façade that most of the time is not genuine .. + the fact he can switch up on people very quickly. in my views .. i really see him as someone who is very subtly manipulative, and because of the fact that he almost always is truthful, and clear about his intentions, his actual lies would go unnoticed, since yeah ! he's always truthful !

so, who was really a piece of work? his parents, or him?

i think he might've also been quite the troublesome kid behind closed doors

maybe there had always been something off about him, just not always detectable, since he'd probably passed off as a good kid in the eyes of others, but he had other plans

nothing was ever enough for him

he always wanted more

and chased his idealized visions

just how delusional can one man be ?

[falafels]

single father kevin reconnecting with thea in their 30s-40s. both had time to learn who they are and what they like and how to be outside of exy. i don’t believe that thea muldani, ruthless and brilliant thea muldani who nominated herself for both ravens captain and vice captain knowing full well she would be her only vote, would leave exy to have a baby (sorry EC). i don’t know whether kevin’s daughter’s mother died or if it just didn’t work out (i’m inclined to say died because kevin is nothing if not a living breathing tragedy - however i do also think they probably both knew it wasn’t a relationship that would have lasted anyway), but he’s been learning and raising his daughter with constant help babysitting from jean and jeremy (jeremy is very enthusiastic but ultimately useless, jean knows what he’s doing for elodie-shaped reasons that make me cry).

They’re both court, and they’re friends if nothing else. Old friends with a shared history and more time for each other’s brutal criticism, perfectionism, and weird little quirks than most people have for either of them. They’ve started watching people their age retire from the game and both fiercely refuse to let go of it until their bodies force them to (neither of them wants acknowledge that this might be sooner rather than later due to raven regimens). They chat after practice, they start running together. It’s easy, and both of them have struggled with easy for a very very long time. It’s nice to know, it’s nice to be known.

One day Kevin comes to practice looking nothing short of haggard, having come straight from his now-11-year-old daughter’s biggest tantrum to date over the fact Kevin can’t pick her up from her friend’s party next week because he has a (moriyama-mandated) interview (with jeremy and jean). Thea offers to pick her up, but Kevin is hesitant because the two haven’t met. So Thea comes over after practice the next day and Kevin braces for a blowup that doesn’t come. Kevin’s daughter has seen Thea bodyslam men twice her size down the court before and thinks it’s the single coolest thing in the world (and Kevin is trying so hard not to flip his shit because she HATES talking to him about exy but BRINGS IT UP UNPROMPTED TO THEA??)

But yeah. older kevthea. wiser kevthea. your 20s are for ruining your life over and over and fixing it and ruining it and working out who you are and what you want kevthea. coming out the other side of it a real person kevthea.

[vettelsvee]

MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT VOL. X ⸻ MIDNIGHTS A Formula 1 fics compilation based on Taylor Swift's songs from Midnights

This compilation will include short stories about all Formula 1 drivers (current of retired) of your choice. To request one, just send me a message on my Tumblr inbox with the driver you want me to write about alongside the song that will inspire the fic. The ones in bold are already chosen and will be written as soon as possible <3

These works will be driver x reader and will be, mostly, written fics and SMAU.

Taglist is open for all of you who want to join me in my very own tortured drivers department! Just let me know in the comments!

© VETTELSVEE (2025). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

1. MAROON Sebastian Vettel x Best friend!Reader ⋆ SMUT You knew you were in love with each other, but maybe going too quickly just because you wanted to be more than just friends is what takes to lose you

2. ANTI-HERO Driver of your choice x Driver teammate!Reader Your team isn't as strong as you thought it would be with him, but after seeing the news, everything is being said about you and, specially, after a meeting with your team to discuss you leaving before the season even ends, make you realize that, definitely, you're the problem

3. YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID Driver of your choice x Driver!Reader You worked hard all your life to be exactly where you were at: winning races, fighting for championships and making your own name. You lost many people all those years, focused entirely on your career, but when your father dies you realize that you're alone in this world. You decide not to tell anyone, but when he sees you crying on the airport, you can't keep it anymore and realize that, after everything, you're on your own

4. VIGILANTE SHIT Spy!Driver of your choice x Ex girlfriend spy!Reader ⋆ SPY AU You were his everything, but now you're his worst nightmare. After finding out he was the real reason behind you being found guilty of crimes you didn't commit, you decide to disappear just to plan a revenge to make his life a living hell

5. BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE SKY Sebastian Vettel x Pregnant wife!Reader You were highly excited to be parents, but stress has you going like crazy. After feeling a bit off for a few days, a light bleeding makes you panic and, maybe, Seb was right: he should have protected you from the media so you wouldn't have lost your baby

6. HIGH INFIDELITY Boyfriend!Oscar Piastri x Teacher!Sebastian Vettel x Student!Reader ⋆ SMUT / UNIVERSITY AU You were dating Oscar, but just because you found him cute, nice, and a way to, somehow, not being alone... until you decided to give your favourite university a chance

7. DEAR READER Max Verstappen x Best friend writer!Reader After experimenting writer's block for a while, an idea comes to your mind when you start spending way too much time with your best friend: a story based on what you're wildest dreams with him

[darkmagyk]

Fic game prompt! Poorly Timed Confession and pregnancy fic?

More of the Previously written: Annabeth is Married to king Poseidon, Percy is Poseidon's bastard son AU that I started here

A bastard son’s position was precarious. Percy had always known that. He lived and died (perhaps literally) on his father’s desires.

Percy had long been lucky. Both of Poseidon’s first two wives had died before his mother had come to court. Poseidon had been very attached to his mother. And he’d been very proud to sire a son at his age. And for the son to be so healthy and hail and looked just like him.

In recent years it has gotten better. He’d gotten a ducal title. Some of the best Estates in the country, and his military success was proven.

He was 18 and doing as swimmingly as one could imagine.

Except.

No.

Except a lot of things.

His father was old. He would be 70 at his next birthday, and though he was about as healthy as one could be at 70, he would not last forever. And Triton hated Percy. Despised him more than anything else.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to manage in a post Poseidon world, when that day came.

But then, he was already committing treason.

For 5 months, he and the Queen had been… carrying on, as it were.

He hadn’t meant to, not really. Even though Queen Annabeth was his age, and the funniest and smartest person he’d ever known.

Queens, even girlish queens of old men, didn’t conduct affairs with bastard boys. Even favorited sons with ducal titles.

But Annabeth had. It might have been desperation. No one had wanted much to do with her when she arrived. And it was clear she was stifled for both intrigue and friendship.

Percy was so happy to be that friend, and to attempt to take her hurts, and kiss them better.

To kiss her everywhere: to join her in her bed, and make her time in Atlantis better.

He should not have fallen in love with his father’s wife. 

He was in too deep now, dreaming of drowning in her love. 

Bastard’s lived and died by their father’s. And Percy was betraying his in every way imaginable.  And it was worth every second of it. 

***

Annabeth had always known she was meant to be a queen. But she had been furious at her uncle when he’d arranged the marriage with a twice widowed man, with an heir and a bastard spare already. 

It had been everything she’d feared. He was old, which was not necessarily a bad thing. She might have found great satisfaction as a puppet for an old man. Or even in wrapping a man around her fingers. 

But Poseidon was both in fine health and very set in his ways. He did not run his court the way she would, of course, but it had no gaping holes that would bring it to its knees in his lifetime.

He had his friends. He had his women. He had his amusements and the passive love of his people. 

Annabeth still had no idea why he even bothered with another wife. He didn’t yearn for her companionship. He didn’t need her feminine influence on his court. He had an heir who seemed as healthy as he. 

He might want a spare. And that would explain both the marriage and the recruitment of a bride so young. But if he wanted a spare, you would have thought he’d have done his husbandly duties. 

He’d been drunk on their wedding night, and the only saving grace was he’d both passed out before doing anything, and been out of it enough subsequently to believe the blood she’d put on the sheets. 

He had not called on her once in their six months of marriage. And of the 3 times she’d called on him, twice she’d been turned away. And once he had failed. 

And it was no secret that she had failed to make an impression on him. The wedding had been, as far as royal weddings went, a scant affair. The feast had only 12 courses and the King had not even had a new doublet made.

And so she failed to make an impression on anyone else. They had all decided she was not worth it, at least now. A queen only in name. Not in word or deed or every day. 

It would have been ok. Annabeth of Svedland was not merely a pretty face and a good pair of breeding hips. She was smart. And she was clever. And she could plan her way out of this. 

If not for the crushing loneliness that seemed to surround her. Her uncle had not sent any of her companions with her. And though there were ladies to surround the queen here, they barely paid lip service to her. 

And the isolation, the rejection, had been getting to her. 

Until Percy.

“May I have this dance, My Queen?”

“Yes, thank you.” The king was smiling at his son’s choice. Annabeth had realized that he liked the Duke of Thera being attentive to his stepmother. King Poseidon took it as a sign of respect towards him, specifically in contrast to Prince Triton’s treatment of her. Though he didn’t have an opinion on anyone else ignoring her, as long as they bowed when he was by her side. 

Percy made all the difference. 

In more ways than one.

Percy had friends. Percy had a power base. It wasn’t a strong one, he wasn’t ambitious enough for that on his own. But he was well liked, and a war hero. He was known voice in the ear of the king. People paid attention to him. And they saw that he was paying attention to the queen. 

So now, slowly, they did as well. He was not the first to request her dance tonight. Other’s called on her. Or requested her presence at various gatherings. She’d taken to hosting lunches, and had she now had a regular circle of people showing up to attend them. 

And she was very close, she knew, for something that would truly change the game she played. 

Percy was a fairly good dancer. He didn’t have much musicality, but he had the control of his body a warrior needed. So he led her around as he was meant to, and did not step on her toes. 

“I will wish to retire,” She told him, “when the tapers are about halfway gone.” He knew what that meant. It was an established code between them. 

Then she told him of the horses she’s acquired, for they both shared a well known love for the animal. She asked about his estates. And general inquiries of if all his friends were well. 

Then the dance concluded and he left her with a bow.

She spotted him eyeing the candles out of the corner of her eye as she accepted another dance. 

And he made sure he was very near his father when Annabeth made a show of yawning. 

“If it would please you, I would retire.” She said to her husband. 

As expected, he asked Percy to accompany her to her chambers. Though this time he did ask his son to return afterwards. 

She wasn’t thrilled by this. But still, they would get a solid few minutes to speak. And that was really what she needed.

Away from the crowds, she asked him about his mother. She’d not met the woman, Lady Sally didn’t come to court, but she wanted to.

She had a plan for that, too. It all hinged on this one thing. 

She took Percy into her chamber.

Her lady’s maid, Juniper, was waiting for her. Juniper was Percy’s find, and infinitely more trustworthy than the one before. She immediately helped Annabeth out of her hood, and her outer dress, and took them off to be cared for.

“I feel like I have not had a proper moment alone with you in a fortnight,” She complained, taking a seat on her couch, and knowing that it had been 5 days and everyone was more painful then the last. 

“Forgive me, your highness.” He gave his own bow before taking his own seat. She would break him of the habit one day. Perhaps she would even begin to bow to him.

Then he frowned, “I do not have long. The king will be waiting.” 

“I know, Percy, but I do not need long.” 

His frown changed then, more smirk then smile. And so very beautiful. How did people ever say he looked like the king? “Feeling saucy tonight, your majesty?”

“With you, always?” She agreed, grasping the hand that had come to rest on her thigh, “But as you say, we do not have a lot of time right now. And I have something very important to tell you. And you simply must be the first to know.” 

He frowned again. 

“Is everything alright, Annabeth?” And every time he said those words, it was like a dozen moths danced with joy in her tummy. 

“It is more than alright,” She said, leaning in close, “I’m with child.”

[vanilladollette]

No Way Out

Pairing: Park Gyeong-seok x reader

Summary: Gyeong-seok enters the deadly games to help his family, but as he lies bleeding out from a gunshot, he regrets his choice.

He never should have called that number.

Now, Gyeong-seok stands with his hands raised, his entire body frozen in fear. The cold steel of a dozen gun barrels is trained on him, unwavering. The guards, faceless behind their eerie black masks, remain in perfect formation, waiting for the command.

That one desperate call was supposed to save him. It was supposed to be his way out, his chance to fix everything. Instead, it had led him here—to the brink of death, with no escape.

He had entered the games for one reason: his daughter, Na-yeon.

The doctors had said her cancer was treatable, but the cost of treatment was beyond anything he could afford. He had spent countless nights poring over bills, making calculations, searching for options—only to realize that honest work would never be enough.

So, he did what any father would do. He took the risk. He stepped into the unknown, willing to gamble his life if it meant giving Na-yeon a chance to live.

But he hadn't just done it for her. He had done it for you, too.

Gyeong-seok never wanted you to suffer, to watch helplessly as Na-yeon grew weaker by the day. He wanted to be the one who protected you both, shielding you from the cold reality of a world that only cared about money.

Yet, as the guards shift their fingers toward the triggers, he realizes that all his efforts may have been in vain.

His breath comes in short gasps. His heartbeat pounds in his ears.

He has no way out of this.

The silence is suffocating, broken only by the slow, deliberate steps of a guard approaching him. The gun in their hand is raised, its barrel pointed directly at his chest.

Panic grips him.

"Please," Gyeong-seok rasps, his voice raw with desperation. "Please don’t kill me." His knees threaten to buckle, but he forces himself to stay upright. "I have a daughter. She’s very sick."

He knows these people don’t care. Knows his words are meaningless to them. And yet, he pleads anyway.

A single shot rings out.

The bullet tears through his chest, sending a shockwave of pain through his entire body. His breath vanishes, replaced by a sharp, unbearable agony. His legs give out, his back slamming against the cold wall before he crumples to the ground.

Blood spills between his fingers as he clutches the wound, warmth seeping into his clothes, pooling around him.

His vision swims, the edges growing dark.

This isn't how it was supposed to end.

A weak, bitter laugh escapes him—more of a choked wheeze than anything else. He had fought so hard to live, to save the people he loved, only to end up here, bleeding out on a concrete floor.

He wishes you knew.

He wishes he had told you about the games, about the offer, about the impossible choice he had made.

Because you would have stopped him.

You would have never let him go.

Gyeong-seok lies motionless on the ground, his breath shallow and ragged. His fingers twitch weakly, reaching out for something—or someone—that isn’t there.

His thoughts are fading, slipping away like water through his fingers. But one thing remains, one image that lingers in his mind even as the darkness closes in.

You.

He wishes he could see you one last time.

Tell you he’s sorry.

Tell you he loves you.

Tell you that you were right.

But he never gets the chance.

Because, as his eyes flutter closed, the world finally goes silent.

And then—there is nothing.

[urautismdiagnosis]

Please give me your headcanons/ideas on Ranger Marsh, and my life is yours🙏 (He's my favorite old man yeehaw squeeeeeee)

YEAH HE IS

Ranger marsh is THE FATHER OF ALL TIME to me because listen-

I live in Florida. Whenever they talk about manatees or red tide or the effects of a cold snap im like YOOO I KNOW ABOUT THAT!!!

I need yall to understand 🙏 hes part of the fcking ecosystem.

He understands the needs and behaviours and everything about the everglades and its creatures. He knows how to talk to them and they know him and love him. He chooses to go out and help right away with this " I gotcha dont worry about nothing!" attitude

Hes so connected with it and its beautiful-

Its just that sense of community hes got with all the creatures in the everglades that makes me 🥺 hes got such a kind heart and he seems like the person to choose to do something because someone has to yk?

Alot of people would be offput by all the bugs and heat and etc, but he just goes oh well and keeps going along and I think that is SO special

And im gonna be honest here. Alot of people ARENT. Like at all, and they do the dumbest sht

One time my dad and I were on a board walk near a river that had gators in it and there were signs about it too. We saw this??? Fcking guy in a whole business suit with his kid wanting to give a little gator fcking store bought chicken nuggets??? 💀🙏 we like kindly explain uhhh heyyy don't do that cuz u don't want gators to associate humans with food or (gestures broadly to all the many reasons u shouldn't feed wild animals)

And then we continued our walk, but when we turned back we fcking saw a mini crowd (with several small kids leaning THROUGH THE GAP in the railing) surrounding a guy with a kiddie fishing pole trying to??? Idk feed the gator the chicken nuggets.

There were signs about not disturbing the wildlife.

I didnt exaggerate a single aspect of this btw.

Like thank fck gators are ambush predators and not chasers cuz those guys can run and climb like nobody's business... and hide under cars

SIDE TANGEANT ASIDE alot of people just aren't in tune with and have like a totally unrealistic and detached from reality expectation of that kinda nature. But ranger marsh (i headcanon that his first name is Rover btw cuz not only is that a flooding guy name but cmon- RIVER MARSH?!!) Is always so patient about explaining that kind of stuff to the others in the show

Hes got an understanding and a system on how to handle things.

Also I do appreciate how he struggles with understanding technology and prefers old fashioned ways. Because while there are alot of folks like that, alot of people can be... very aggressive about it if u disagree with them :(

But ranger marsh, while he can't understand, he still does come around and appreciates it the best he can yk? Like sure he doesn't get WHY and he sucks at it, but he comes around and appreciates it, even if it isn't always for him

The awe he felt when the gup k went under water and he saw the world he loves from an entirely new angle? Oh my god my heart-

He would absolutely take in any stray creature that needs help, he feels like the kinda guy that would've tried to help a wild animal heal up in the garage when they were a kid and everyone else told him not to touch it 🥺

Also personal headcanon time:

I dont think this guy could keep a secret for the life of him. Like this guy doesn't even realize, he feels like the guy would would see something weird and then go " well ill be i never did see anythin as strange as that before" to a fcking bush or the sky

He sort just has this factual way of speaking that reminds me of people who go "well yeah well when ya go n talk her dont mention x and x cuz I'm pretty sure she's suspecting her boyfrens been cheatin on her and oh I wasn't supposed to share that was i."

Also I feel like maybe I'm just projecting and making him autistic but like??? Has a hard time dealing with change??? Likes being in the wild with a bunch of creatures??? Probably needs his "two hours of contemplating on the back porch" every day ????

Hes absolutely the type to want to dig in the mud for hours thank you, he absolutely went fck living a normal life in society I want to be friends with the animals under my porch

I desperately want him to basically go "hm ok ur staying here for tonight" to calico jack who is the equivalent of a (very kind and gentle) feral stray 🙏

I'm gonna make a post about their dynamic later lol

Cuz likes its an old funky pirate cat with isolation issues thats probably scared of gators and Caimens for I lost me leg reasons and hasn't had like a normal meal in probably over a decade at least

(Cj probably can't handle dairy but he's gonna try (and fail) ranger marsh probably makes delicious mac n cheese)

also cj literally uses a peg leg that can NOT be good for his back, like there's so much special care needed if u have a proper prosthetic but a peg leg is like 💀🙏 so bad

I feel like CJ is this very kind and gentle soul, but the second he meets someone his age (cuz they ARE around the same age) he just becomes a wet gremlin, ill yap more about it on their dynamic post tho

As for the question of "ayyo whats up with ranger marshes wife or rather tweaks mom what's up with that"

I dont think tweaks mom died or anything, I think they just divorced when she was in like middle school and then he got her legos to try to help her feel better 😭

probably just cuz of personal differences... but yk some people can get kinda :| during divorces and stuff

I feel like they were probably high school sweethearts that got married before they even grew as people

It seems to me like tweak was probably homeschooling and definitely was skipping grades and whatever

I liek to think she has lego models of all her gups and that she had an emo phase in middle school 🙏 she still has the spirit in her soul but let's be real she's probably too busy elbows deep in an engine to upkeep that stuff anymore lol

(Ik we saw a younger tweak before in the show but like who says it wasn't at a different point in her life lol)

I dont think she was necessarily into emo specifically as a way to rebel her own parents btw (at least not her dad) but just because she liked the culture lol and was probably on my space as a teen

She 100% tried to take her dad to a monster truck show at least once and he absolutely did not understand the hype 😭 but tweak was inspired to take inspiration from the mix of animal designs and unique shapes into something more eco friendly and versatile tho

Like the gup k is just a wetland monster truck 🙏

She absolutely had years of trial and error with all sorts of gizmos that exploded at least a few times before she got the hang of engineering

Probably tried to make all sorts of things to help the little critters her pa took care of

Might be part of the reason he doesn't understand tech that well because when ur a kid without alot of money u gotta work with what u have and sometimes that doesn't always work out XD but hey restriction of choices can lead to alot of unique and creative solutions!

idk the exact reason why ranger marsh and his wife would've divorced,maybe it was just a difference in how they envisioned their life styles and the fact ranger marsh seems a bit too "introverted and quiet" for a more social life and environment with a normal job tbh

(Cough autism cough they are both autistic in different ways cough)

but the everglades have always been tweaks home and I doubt she wanted to leave. I think she still talks to her mom and stuff but just... not that much

I dont really think ranger marsh would've tried again in that type of relationship, hes too busy being busy with life and enjoying the small moments

And hot cocoa from the machine that tweak gave him as a gift

He absolutely helped her keep her room organized and tidy as a kid tho, but look at her room into he octopod now XD

Also SOMEONE MAKE HIM SAY " BLESS THEIR HEART" PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE THATS THE NUMBER ONE SOUTHERN SAYING-

Like 🥺 idk if yall know but bless ur heart can mean alot of different stuff depending on the context- it can go from "oh my goodness thats awful I can empathize with that and I wish them the best" to "well.... that person has no FCKING idea what they're doing but.... bless that idiots heart hes trying😂 🙏"

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

having twin peaks thoughts & theories bc i just started watching the return (i know spoilers ofc) and i have literally nowhere else to put my thoughts so i'm just gonna dump them here.

obviously i don't every single thing about twin peaks was meant to just be like... One Thing and that's it. i think there's room for interpretation for a reason butttt the one thing i just keep going back to about the show is just that. like. it's about the corruption of innocence and the perversion of family. of cycles of violence and abuse. children being sexually taken advantage of by "trusted" adults. teenage prostitution rings. barely a single relationship in the town wherein people aren't cheating on someone/cheated in the past. bob being "the evil that men do" (tbf this is technically just albert's theory but i choose to believe it) and now this weird thing with judy/the experiment (are they the same thing? idk yet) being the thing that CREATED bob? there's this weird thing i get with the black lodge/waiting room like... good people can't survive there without disappearing completely (nonexistence) or being permanently changed (in the case of annie, ig)

and then ofc you have the tormented souls being trapped there (laura, maddy, caroline(tbh idk what was going on w her doppelganger being there?), leland(he was originally a victim too, i'm getting there)) because of the things that were done TO them. i was thinking like. in regards to the frogmoth that crawled into sarah's mouth (when she was a child) and everything that's going on w/ her in the return (watching insanely violent things on tv, "eating" men, etc.) ... compounded with leland's story about bob "I was just a boy. I saw him in my dreams. He said he - he wanted to play. He opened me and I invited him and he came inside me." ... mr. c's introduction song being a twisted version of "american woman" (i've heard this is also related to diane's doppelganger, as well. makes sense) w/ the stand-out lyrics (aka the backwards ones) being "all my headstrong women... don't let em put you in a corner. make em salute you like a flag on the fourth of july." and sarah palmer having a shortened and remixed version of "good man" blaring in her house that just repeats the lyrics "i'm a good man. i'm having fun." like. there's smth to this i'm not insane...

anyways to go even FURTHER... there being specific emphasis on being in the right time and the right place. opposites (giant and dwarf, young and old, black and white, etc.) and the planets jupiter and saturn.

the experiment violently killing that couple that was watching the glass box bc they were having sex? or because they were(n't) watching? or both? the experiment very obviously being the thing inside of sarah but it pulling off it's own face within sarah and revealing a smile that looks eerily similar to laura's (even if not exact... ppl are such pedants about things being exact in this show where literally everything is drenched in like 8 metaphors at any given time) AND the laura in the black lodge/waiting room removing her own face in the exact same way. it's weird that in this instance, laura's dialectical opposite or opposing force is her own mother who she claims she has so much in common with. but this goes even a step further because when the experiment spawned in the glass box, it has a gold orb (or smth like it) like the one laura's like... spirit? was born from? AND APPARENTLY there's a little clip of what sounds like sheryl lee's voice saying "gone" or "the one" or something like that while the experiment is flying towards them (not unlike an owl) to kill them... hm. not to mention the experiment has a proboscis-like knife that comes out of its mouth that it uses to kill the guy sexually harrassing sarah at the bar... and carrie page has a dead guy in her motel room that has a hole in his head... could obviously def just be a bullet-wound LMAO but idk let's have fun w it!

i do think there's a crazy connection between sarah, laura, and the experiment/judy/whatever. "the room seems different... and men are coming. something happened to me. i don't feel good..." obviously, i will be able to make more connections and add to this theory as i watch more but from what i've seen i think there's a huge connection to children and how easily it is for them to be taken advantage of (literally every member of the palmer family was taken advantage of as a child when an evil entity entered them. i mean. how more on the nose can you be!!) or for their innocence to get stolen (prostitution, drugs, murder, becoming child brides to abusive older men... the list goes on). and there's obvious themes of intense sexual violence and dreams and blahhhh. it's like 5:30am and i'm theorizing about a show that will never have an actual answer LMAO... to be fair though it's not ABOUT actually "solving" it for me. i think most media works well when you get what you want or need from it and just kind of make that The Point and, for me, twin peaks will always be about the tragedy of laura palmer before it's about anything else!

i really do like that theory that dale cooper is just like. an entity that laura dreamed up to save her originally but in the end, after she had finally escaped being laura palmer and that life and that house and her trauma, he ended up bringing her right back to it. it's like. how does that not make people insane?

[goblin-enjoyer]

I swear why are half the things i like/fandoms im in made of mostly younger people while the other half are mostly older people? what are the zoggin odds with that?

How it feels being 20 in a fandom with a bunch of 30-40 somethings.

VS how it feels being 20 in a fandom with a bunch of 14-17 somethings.

like am do i just have extremely odd luck with things i like or is this just what being 20 is like?

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[buttercuparry]

Y'all villainizing Marlene almost cartoonishly and not understanding that the show isn't about binaries is just as bad as those saying Joel took away Ellie's agency.

Joel did good and Ellie shouldn't think that it is her responsibility to die for the whole damn world. But my god the Fireflies aren't the evil mastermind out to get the protagonists! They are a rebel group living in a shitty world under military. And they think a cure at the expense of a life is fair for the good for this world. Not one time in the show I saw this as a venture to further their power grab.

Now we can say that this way of thinking is a personal failure on Marlene's part as this makes her go back on her promise to Anna. That it betrays the trust Anna had in her friend. We can also say that the end cannot justify the means. That even if Ellie's death saves the current human population and frees those who are to come from the threat of cordyceps...it cannot ever bear the weight of what Ellie was, is and would be to those who love her.

But my god I can't believe that instead of an in depth discussion, people are making this a Joel vs Marlene thing! They are arguing about vaccines ( on a zombie show!) and making fun of the doctors 😂 what, you all saw a guy as the protagonist and couldn't wait to tear into the woman ( finally without guilt!) who stands on the opposite end of the line? 🤣🤣

This story is about love and the destructiveness of love. So forgive me if you all sit there and tell me that had there been another immune person, Joel wouldn't have personally tracked them down and delivered them for Marlene to kill, so that Ellie would be safe. How then are you all trying to fit Joel in the role of a "hero"?

The Fireflies don't know Ellie. They care about Ellie as much as they care about their young recruits ( that is not much). You can make posts about whether the Fireflies themselves have lost their way while fighting Fedra. Because from what I gathered, Fedra doesn't care for its people...they are meats to rule over. And it seems like Fireflies care only about their cause, if they send a 17 year old in a sealed off building and don't even care to do a proper sweep. They also had this 17 year old build bombs.

So yeah- the Fireflies even as a rebellion aren't exempt from criticism. But you all are truly out there trying to turn this series into a good vs bad debate. As if you all in their world wouldn't readily kill someone for even the possibility of a cure.

[wacklemons]

i have a beautiful plan called i gotta get out of my parents house as soon as possible and not live with them ever again