#quiet crushes

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Quiet Crushes

Summary: Joel Miller x Fe!Reader ~ You have always been nervous around Joel Miller. Ever since he came to town it's like you're a teenager again with a crush on the hottest guy in school. But, when someone unexpected turns up, it seems that even Joel has found the courage to talk to you.

Disclaimer: I haven't written in a while so there may be some spelling mistakes (I'm gonna blame the lack of sleep). Fluff, angst, idiots in love, speechless around crushes, kissing.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you’d last slept. 12 hours? 24? None of it mattered. All you could focus on was your brother, lay on the bed in your spare room, breathing up and down, freshly cleaned and slowly healing physically. 

Joel was downstairs in the kitchen cooking something. 

You’d heard the pans clatter every couple of minutes until you heard the mugs and the plates. But you couldn’t concentrate on that. Your gaze and mind remained focused on your brother’s chest, watching it rise and fall; fearful that if you looked away, even if just for a second, he would stop and he’d be gone from you and this world permanently. 

You’d not seen him in almost four years and in that time you’d somehow convinced yourself he’d died. That a clicker or worse had got to him and killed him. He’d been dead to you for just over three years. But despite this, part of you still held hope. 

That was the only part of you that was happy. 

It was proved right. Your brother was alive…to an extent. 

Lord knows what he saw and what he went through to find you. You didn’t even want to imagine. Your mind had been so focused on getting him cleaned up, you couldn’t bring yourself to step over the line and ask the questions about his scars. 

He’d tell you in his own time, you hoped. 

The moment you saw him walk through the doors of Jackson…you felt your heart both drop and soar at the same time. He was like a drowned-rat in the rain. Both of you were by the time you left Joel’s side from the covered porch of the Tipsy Bison to run out to the muddied path in the rain and embrace your brother. 

The mud on your jeans proved to you that you’d been there to hold him in the mud when you both collapsed from the sheer impact of the hug. 

You vaguely remembered Joel telling you to get a shower…but you couldn’t remember how long ago that was. The moment they carried your brother into his room, you hadn’t so much as left his side, let alone the room. 

You patched up his wounds whilst he slept and woke him part way through so he’d finally eat something and get his strength up. 

It was only as you sat alone in the silence of your sleeping brother that you let your mind go back to the moments just before he’d come through the gates. 

You’d been talking to Joel or, at least, trying. 

Ever since Joel arrived in Jackson, your crush on him had been a burden to bear.

You never liked having crushes; they either lead to embarrassment or pain. Neither sounded appealing. 

And, so, for the first eight months, any conversation you had with him never extended past three words a day, if that. You’d remain quiet and get your work done. 

It was only after these eight months that Tommy came to you, asking you to actually try and talk to Joel. You were only one of the few that didn’t. Whilst the others seemed to have something against Joel, Tommy seemed to be blind to the fact that you actually had something for Joel. 

But Maria wasn’t. 

She saw it instantly. 

The way the blood rushed to your face. The way your breathing became unsteady and you couldn’t seem to form a single sentence in his presence. 

You liked Joel…a lot. 

As did many other women in Jackson. 

And men.

But still, no matter how hard you tried, you were just a bumbling mess around Joel. 

After Tommy’s talk, you’d been fixing a lightbulb in the Tipsy Byson when the bulb shone too bright, shocking you and causing the ladder to rattle beneath you. 

However, it stopped falling when Joel caught it, and you. 

His hands were on your waist. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” you eventually managed to answer as you climbed down. 

You could only be thankful that your back was to Joel but the instant you turned around, you were met with his gaze and any human function you had in your body seemed to instantly disappear. After a couple of attempts, you managed to make your “Thank you,” loud enough for the human ear to hear before running off. 

It seemed to only get worse after that. 

And already being aware that you were a blushing mess when you even thought about him only added to that. Feeling the heat of your cheeks, and being all too aware of it when faced with Joel Miller only increased your embarrassment. 

There were some moments where you thought he was flirting with you but your conscience quickly brushed that aside. After all, why would Joel Miller be interested in you when most of Jackson was after him?

And that evening, everything felt like it was coming to a head. You were so sure Joel knew about your feelings towards him, despite the fact you wanted to forget about them. Why else would he ask you to go outside with him? You figured he’d let you down gently at least. Tell you he wasn’t interested but he’d be sure you were a lovely woman.

Instead, he’d stepped closer to you. 

If it had been anyone else, maybe you would have backed away. But not with Joel. 

He wasn’t threatening to you in his gaze or his touch but rather gentle, soft and kind. Despite all what you had heard about him, you’d never seen him be anything but kind and caring to those around him. A vastly different version that Tommy had been expecting, that’s for sure. 

You couldn’t even remember what Joel had said to you. 

One minute your mind was growing dizzy with the simple thought of him. The next, you’d flicked your eyes away for a moment only to see a lad run at full speed past the bar and towards the gates. 

Both you and Joel’s gaze followed the lad and when you saw your brother…Joel saw the change in you. 

Most times, you were flustered. Running here, there and everywhere. Hell, you rarely seemed to have time to have a conversation with him before you were dashing off to somewhere else. 

Since he started working with Tommy again, he wanted to know more about you. 

You seemed to keep to yourself, mostly. Tommy said you were trustworthy and the one to go to whenever or if ever he had a problem whether that be with a light fixture, plumbing, cooking or even just with life. 

That day you’d nearly fallen from the ladder, he’d hoped to have a drink with you - talk to you. Get to know you. 

He’d tried for weeks after that, but again, always flustered. Part of him figured that perhaps, maybe, you felt the same way about him as he did about you. 

So, that night at the Tipsy Byson, he was hoping to ask you. 

But then you looked away and suddenly everything about you became…cool. 

You were no longer a “flustered mess” as he’d heard someone call you in the bar one night. You no longer had that light dusting blush across your cheeks that seemed to brighten every time he got closer which made his stomach summersault. 

No, instead, you became more reserved. 

You stood straight and had your arms folded. Your eyes narrowed to look at the face of the weakened man in the middle of the two brother’s helping carry him inside the walls of Jackson. 

Joel had called your name and asked you a question but he knew none of it had registered. But you had managed to answer his next question without him having to ask it. 

“That’s my brother.”

Without a second thought or care to the rain, you left the shelter of the porch and walked out and once you were close enough, you called your brother’s name and Joel watched you run to your brother, and him run to you. 

He watched the pair of you reunite before dropping to the mud beneath you both. You pulled back for a second to look your brother over before pulling him close again and holding the back of his head. 

Joel had told you to go for a shower when your brother got settled but since he didn’t hear the shower turn on, he decided to cook. You hadn’t eaten since before you got to the bar and, despite your brother needing nourishment, you’d be in need of it, too. 

“Hey,”

You turned to look at Joel who was standing in the doorway. 

“Hey.”

“Here. I made you some stew.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“There’s more in the pot in the kitchen but, I’ve got to go and get Ellie. I’ll be back later, though.”

“Thank you, Joel. But, honestly, you don’t have to.”

“If I don’t, I have a feeling you’ll sit here all day and watch him and forget to look after yourself.”

“Joel-”

“I’ll be back. I promise.”

As Joel gave you a warm smile and left you with a bowl of fresh stew, you heard your brother’s voice. 

“Well, he’s nice. When’s the wedding?”

You put down the stew and rushed to his side. “You’re awake.”

“And you’re in love.”

“Randy.”

“Y/n.”

“He’s just a friend.”

“Well, I don’t know what you’ve been doing for the last four years, but that is definitely not the look of friendship and don’t give me any of that bullshit about how he doesn’t like you. He’s in love with you.”

“Now who’s the one with the bullshit.”

“Hey, don’t forget, I have the luxury of the male perspective. He’s in love with you, kid.”

“Did you get a concussion on your way here?”

“Maybe a few. But I’m still right. And so is he. You need to eat. And stop watching me sleep. It’s both weird and creepy. It’s like when you were six and would sleep walk into my room and watch me sleep.”

“I did not do that.”

“You totally did. Do you not remember mom had to start locking my door at night so you couldn’t get in?”

“Oh, yeah.” you smiled at the weird memory.

“Go on, eat. And then go and get me a bowl. It smells good.”

“Taste’s good, too.” you said, trying not to burn your mouth on a hot piece of carrot. 

God, if that man didn’t make you fall from his looks and charm alone, his cooking tipped you over the edge. 

Hours passed and eventually Joel came back only to find you sat outside in the back garden. The window to your brother’s bedroom was open so you’d be able to hear him call if he needed you though you doubted it since he was a heavy sleeper and he would sleep all day and night if he could. 

“Hey, what are you doing out here?”

“Wanted to watch the rain fall.”

“Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head and smiled, “Not at all.”

Joel sat just close enough to you for you to feel his body heat as he covered his lap with a spare blanket you had on the bench. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I could sleep for a year.”

Joel mirrored your smile as you laughed and set your book down. “I just…for the longest time I thought he was gone. I’d made myself believe it and then suddenly he’s back and he’s alive and he’s…he’s here.”

“You look really happy.”

“I am really happy. How’s Ellie?”

“She’s good. She’s having a sleepover tonight with a couple friends she met at school. I’m just hoping she won’t be a bad influence on them.”

“I’m sure she won’t.” you assured him. “Besides, it might not hurt for those kids to learn a couple swear words here and there.”

“God, you sound just like her.”

“Oh, come on, Joel. You can’t tell me you weren’t swearing like a sailor when you were her age.”

“Growing up is a tough gig.”

“Amen to that. Why not be able to swear your way through the rough periods?”

Joel simply smiled at you and you smiled back before turning to watch the rain pour its way down and land on the country garden you’d managed to plant for yourself. 

What you didn’t notice, at first at least, was Joel���s gaze fixing itself on your side profile. He looked at you with such wonder and kindness and love, Randy - who watched from his bedroom window - wanted to throw a rock at you just so you might, in fact, look in Joel’s direction and see that your brother was right in saying that Joel was completely head-over-heels in love with you. 

And probably had been for the longest time. 

Though, rather than interfere and have you poison his stew with some random plant you’d been growing in your garden, probably plotting his death, he quietly closed his window and left you and Joel to it. 

But not before wishing upon the highest star he could see. 

“Please. Please, please, please, for the love of God, let these two idiots be together. I don’t know how much more of the lovey-dovey eyes I can take. And I’ve only been here for 24 hours. Thank you. Amen…and all that.”

You both sat for a while, in a quiet solitude. 

It was quaint. 

It was also the first time you’d held an audience with the man and not freaked out, tripped over your words or even blushed so hard you thought your blood vessels might, in fact, break or burst at any moment. 

“You know, when we were kids, we’d spend hours outside. He’d always be playing football and I’d be with my dad in the garden.”

“Was he the one that taught you about plants?”

You nodded with a soft smile graced on your lips. “Yeah. He was a Horticultural and Agricultural Professor. He knew everything that could ever be known about plants and what they helped with, also what they hindered with.”

“And your mom?”

“She worked in Business Management.” you said. “Randy took after her more. Was closer to her, too. I mean, we were all close. And I was close to my mom, but…you know that connection a child has with their parents. One is stronger than the other? When they’re ill or they get hurt, it’s the parent they go to?”

Joel nodded. 

“For him, that was my mom. For me, it was my dad. Randy spent more time at her office - mostly because he had a crush on her co-worker Annie. Meanwhile, I’d go to Dad’s lectures and tell Mom all about them and she and Randy would sit and listen for hours. I loved it.”

“So, is that what you did? Before the world went to shit and all?”

“The world has always been shit, but, yes. Though, I studied Biology instead. It gave me more places to find a job. And, for about two years I taught High School Science. I loved it but I always needed something else to keep me busy so I’d go to the library and pick out books and I taught myself to be my own mechanic. It was cheaper and easier than dealing with those who would ask if my husband would be coming with me to drop off my car and when my ‘husband’ didn’t turn up, would hit on me to the point where I once threatened to break their nose.”

“And did you? Break it, I mean?”

“Joel Miller. I only threatened to break his nose. I broke his wrist, instead.”

Joel smiled for a moment. “Did he not press charges?”

“Nope. Luckily his sister had just come round the corner and she was some fancy lawyer in New York. She threatened to break his other and then we went out to lunch. Turned out he had a history of broken bones.”

Joel laughed and you found yourself laughing, too. 

It felt freeing. 

“What about you? Tommy told me you had your own business.”

“Yeah, I, uh, I was a contractor in Texas.”

From there, you and Joel spent over two hours talking about the past and your lives before the Outbreak. Everything; from your childhood to his, you work and eventually, children. 

Joel hadn’t meant to bring Sarah up. Hell, he didn’t even talk about her with Tommy, or Tess for that matter. Sure, there was some mention of her here and there, but he’d never told anyone of her as a baby or of the silly things she used to do as a kid that would make him laugh and smile. 

“She sounds wonderful.” you smiled. 

Joel’s smile, although still with him, faded a little as he looked to his hands, rubbing his fingers against each other. 

“Yeah, she was.”

“It sounds like she would have liked Ellie, too.”

Part of Joel returned at the mention of Ellie from you. “Oh, completely. They’re not similar - I mean, Sarah was more…girly? But they’re also not unsimilar. She would have loved her.”

Neither you or Joel fully knew which daughter he meant when he said that; She would have loved her. Ellie? Ellie would have loved her. Sarah? Sarah would have loved her. Both? They would have loved each other. 

However, just as you both sat, looking at each other with sad yet content smiles, a light began to flicker on the porch and with a sigh, you got up. 

“This damn thing. I just changed the bulb yesterday.”

Within moments, you had your ladder and tool box out as well as a new bulb. 

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“Nope. I’ve got it.”

“Okay, but, be careful. It’s still a little slippy out here.”

Joel spoke the truth. Despite being the spot where they sat being completely dry, the other half of the porch was still somehow sprayed with water. 

Whilst you got to work trying to take the cover from the light, hammering the screwdriver end in with your hand until you heard the pop!, Joel had his foot on the bottom step of the ladder, watching you from below. 

Yet, somehow, you still managed to slip once you, after a very rare struggle, managed to get the cover from the bulb off. 

Maybe it was some twist of fate, but somehow you ended up in Joel’s arms. 

At first, your back remained to him. 

“You okay, Darlin’?”

For the first time since being sat with him, you found yourself speechless again. Flustered. 

“Oh, I, uh…mm-hmm.”

“You sure?”

Turning your head, you found Joel inches from you. Your bodies were pressed so tight, you’d be surprised if even a shadow could fit between you both. 

“Yes.”

Joel swallowed thickly as his gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips and back again. You could feel his warm palm spreading across your hip, his strong forearm flush against the bottom of your back, pulling you just that little bit closer to him. And when he spoke, you found your breath caught in your throat. 

“Can I kiss you?”

Your brain felt both electric and fried at the same time. Maybe you were just hallucinating; imagining he wanted to kiss you. 

But then his other hand came up and brushed the stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear. 

“Because I’d really like to, Darlin’. But I won’t unless I have your permission.”

If that wasn’t enough to make a girl melt on the spot. 

At first, all you could do was nod. 

“I need words, Darlin’.”

Good, Lord!

Swallowing thickly, you forced your voice from your throat. “Y-Yes.”

“You don’t sound too sure.” Joel hesitated. 

“Yes, Joel. You can kiss me.”

Your voice, although still quiet, was more assertive that time. 

“Are you-”

“Just shut up and kiss me, Miller.”

You saw a split second of Joel’s smile grace his face before he pulled you closer to him and kissed your lips. 

And it. Was. Electric. 

Your hand came to his collar, pulling him closer to you although you both figured that was impossible by now. 

His thumb brushed the side of your temple before he pushed his hand through your hair and drank you in once more. Meanwhile, the arm that held you securely around your back, tensed. His hand came into a fist and it scrunched the corner of your jumper and t-shirt with it. 

You moved your hand to his neck, pulling him closer still until finally you both had to stop in order to catch your breath. 

Joel’s hand relaxed for a moment before you felt his palm touch your skin beneath your clothes. 

“Sorry,” he apologised after a moment, his voice husky. “Got carried away.”

You smiled and shook your head against his. “Don’t be.”

“Mind if I do it again?”

“Not at all.”

[squidinu]

chapter 3 story update is on the way

[seiwas]

thinking of kind of first meet with atsumu but he’s had the biggest crush on you from being a friend of a friend and the first time he talks to you he’s fumbling and stuttering and he doesn’t know what to say because you’re smiling at him prettier than he could have ever even imagined, and you’re saying his name, and did it always sound this good? did his ma name him atsumu because she knew, just like she always does, that you’d be saying it like that?

[lukazade]

These kids are NOT studying rn

[astraerystarr]

Mothra and Battra have me in my feelings again and I don't know what to do with it so woe; little doodles be upon us all

this was supposed to be a comic but I almost died just coloring this, I'm not finishing that thing >:(

[illusive-delusions]

have we considered: kingdon legally blonde AU, but langdon is elle?

[sugarphoric]

bsf!suguru silently draping his jacket over your shoulders seeing you shiver in the summer night; youre always forgetting how cold it gets during the dark, almost mocking the heavy, suffocating heat earlier that day. nightly walks, a quiet routine you two fell into some day; often times it was a short stroll to wind down from the day, releshing in each others presence. no need to exchange words, you both already understood what each other were thinking, but really, to fully engage in the present existence of each other without unnecessary distractions.

bsf!suguru noticing how you hum softly to express your gratitude + content, shifting the fabric closer to your body, pulling up the hood while taking in a deeper breath inhaling his scent.

bsf!suguru slowing his pace with each step trying to stretch out the night as long as possible.

bsf!suguru seeing you take more frequent breaks, yawn, rub at your legs to build up some heat (the jacket helped, but you wish sugu had a pair of pants you could also borrow to cover up your exposed legs from the (way too) cooling breeze).

now, hes a gentleman (especially to you), and hes never going to make you uncomfortable (whether its from him or from this damned 40 degrees) so how about offering you a piggyback ride for the remainder of the walk before you head off to your respective dorms?

bsf!suguru softening with each of your soft giggles as you run your fingers through his scalp, playing with his hair, soon turning to soft snores right next to his ears- a soft smile fighting his lips to appear (its already showing in his blown out pupils eyes). clinging your arms around his neck with legs around his waist like a koala, pressing as close as possible to hold onto this source of warmth, he basks in your assuring weight on him. mellow laughs as your hair tickles his face. his hands on your thighs, providing support and heat (he wishes you were holding onto him from the front baby steps)

bsf!suguru stilling as he sees your dorm come close in the distance. how he prays for just a second longer with you, before moving once more, even slower than before (if that was even possible), melting in your infrequent babbles from a dream, soft groans while shifting, content hums and sighs when he speaks (his soft, deep voice reverberating through your sleep induced body, a steady vibration guiding you to be more restful). his zephyr-like songs of leathery "shh's", quiet praises, even quieter needs wants of you (it all falls on empty ears, but that doesnt mean his love is not reciprocated (the day comes closer as each night passes))

bsf!suguru squeezing your legs just a bit, raising his voice just a bit to wake you up. "angel? weve made it back to your dorm, lets get you inside okay?". he forces himself to not dwell on your hitched breath from waking up, to not dwell on how your lips graze the side of his neck as you mumble an incoherent "youre the best, sugu", to not dwell on how you wrap his jacket even closer than before as you slip out of his grasp, longing mixed in your half-asleep eyes as you reluctantly open your door to your room. he bends down coming face-to-face with you, so close to exchange your breaths with one another. he cups your face with one hand, your tired-driven mind letting you fall deep into his touch, before letting out an almost silent, slow,

"... stay? please sugu?"

and who is he, the gentleman, to deny his world you when you ask so nicely, using as many tactics you can think of to make him do what you oh so wished(he knows that you know that your shining eyes, your pleads, paired with his nickname will always get you what you want)

best friend be damned as he picks you up princess style, laying you on your bed before ridding you and him both of your respective footwear. you immediately roll on top of him as he lies down, him letting out a surprised laugh as you fall chest to almost chest, face resting on his steady heartbeat. his hands are already on its way to rub small circles right below the nape of your neck, while the other rests on the small of your back.

its not long before the two of you fall asleep, serene smiles shared in the promises of darkness. (and maybe youll wake up to soft kisses pressed on your hairline, and he'll wake up to shy confessions (and maybe, just maybe, the soft kisses wont stop at just your hairline)) ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[violent138]

Tim: "Aw, does someone have a crush?"

Damian: "Silence, Drake, there's only one love of my life--"

Bruce, wincing as he remembers his past experiences when Dick was around that age, and really hoping he doesn't have to be embarrassed in front of multiple colleagues again:

Damian: "--and it's my katana."

Tim: "Good God, you're lame."

Bruce, nearly collapsing from relief:

[kkissedbywinterr]

The Art Of Love

Jeon Jungkook x Choi Suyeon (Original Female Character)

Soulmates AU | Strangers to Lovers | Idol x Youtuber AU

The Art of Love

He wasn’t supposed to fall in love, not with a girl who spoke only through silence and music.

Her videos had no words, just soft glances and melodies that spoke louder than any voice.

She wasn’t just a crush.

She was his dream girl, the one who captured his heart without saying a thing.

A stranger who felt like home.

A soulmate waiting to be found.

Because some connections don’t need words.

And love?

Love is the quiet art between the notes.

❤︎

[cillsworld]

Cillian Murphy✧₊⁺

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Pretty pretty man⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚

[irenespring]

Thoughts on Bertha Russell (Many Thoughts)

I am So curious about Bertha Russell's backstory. We have little snippets:

Her father was a potato farmer.

She has lots of mommy issues. (George mentions her mother said she was the only child "worthy of her dreams" to which Bertha angrily responds that her mother's dreams were worthless because she died with nothing which is A Lot)

She has sibling issues. (George offers to invite her sister to a thing and she refuses)

She and George met when they were both poor, they made the fortune together.

She had a distinct learning curve when they first got to New York. She bought The Wrong House and made The Wrong Friends and had to learn and relearn things over a period of years. (I am especially interested about this time, because she would know Nothing, being the ultimate outsider, but she is a tactical genius and viciously ambitious...I want to see young!Bertha in the early stages of the struggle before she knows how to dress/talk/act).

I hope we will learn more about her because more than any of the other characters she wants things. Things that are nebulous, but she doesn't seem to realize are nebulous, because she has clear goals but they don't satisfy her so she has to make another goal. Loving husband doing well? Not enough. They have enough money to hear the call of the guillotine? It's not enough, they need status. They have status? Not enough, they need to beat Lina Astor. Now they've beaten Lina Astor, but I don't think anyone thinks that's going to be enough. George points out multiple times that he is content where he is and content to let their children marry for love to people of what Bertha considers middling station. She's the sole driving force for continued social climbing. And it doesn't matter how high they get, she wants to go higher, she wants to go "all the way" but there isn't an all the way unless I guess you're Empress of the World. But then the moon starts looking awfully conquerable.

She claims she's doing it for their children, but both children have said her suggestions aren't what they want. And it is heavily implied she just sold her only daughter to the Duke so he would attend an opera performance. She wants Gladys to marry the Duke so that she will be grandmother to English nobility. It's for her. So she is willing to use her children, her alleged motivation, as pawns. They aren't her real motivation after all, even if she may think they are. I do think she loves her children and George. I also think that she thinks she's helping Gladys, but I also think there's a limit to that love because it exists beside the yawning void of hunger within her psyche. George outright asks her if his love for her is enough to make her happy early in s1, because her love is enough for him. She says it's "almost enough" and that's significant and enough for him, which is telling, when usually any answer other than "yes of course" would be taken by a love interest as a searing betrayal. Anyway, the point is, her kids/her family are, at least, not her entire motivation and might not factor into her motivation at all, if she is fully honest with herself.

So, the hunger. The call to Rise. The rage that has her hyperventilating in bed alone after her failed party instead of crying in her husband's arms like most television characters would do. The instinct to look upon a room of people and think you will all bow to me you sniveling mortals. Why is it there? Like...why is she Like This? I think some of it has to come from what we can learn just from George's comment about impossibly ambitious, ruthless, low empathy Bertha being the only one "worthy of her mother's dreams." Which means her mother had dreams that were very important to her and that she never achieved. Her mother also guarded said dreams and judged her children harshly, we know Bertha has at least one sister, who is apparently judged not worthy in the eyes of her own mother. We know Bertha does not like talking about this and tries to dismiss it. Was there pressure on Bertha to be worthy? When could that have started and how did it manifest? Circling back to my interest in young!Bertha in NY, if the social rejection was bad in s1, it was probably worse then, and constant social failures would have made her angrier and more determined to both to become the queen of New York society and to see it burn. This is all stuff I want to learn more about in season 3.

HERE IS WHERE I PRETTY MUCH JUST DO PREDICTIONS (WHICH MAY BE TINFOIL, IDK):

Because I think we will finally get to see Bertha Russell: Season Villain. Every season needs a villain, and Bertha has pretty much vanquished all of them. The first couple seasons the overarching villain has been New York Society with its inequalities and pointless social cruelty, if that holds, Bertha is now the head of that system, having beaten Lina Astor and set herself up as the queen. Additionally, side opponents (not really villains) like Agnes also aren't in a position to make major problems for the protagonists because the Van Rhijn household is now the Forte household and cinnamon roll Ada is now in charge. Unless Agnes attempts to usurp her sister in a subplot (which I don't think will happen except for maybe one episode of hijinx) she's not in a powerful spot. The Society character is indisputably Bertha. And Bertha has been up to some serious villain shit. If she did agree to marry Gladys to the Duke, she's now against All the Protagonists---a sure sign of villain status. She's even against her husband, who swore to back Gladys in her choice of love match, and Gladys doesn't like the Duke. If Gladys wants out, Larry will almost certainly help her. And Saint Marian will help Larry either for love reasons or moral reasons, and hopefully Peggy has better things to do but she will probably get dragged into it somehow and if Marian's involved Ada's also involved and you see where this is going.

Also, show pacing wise, Bertha is due for a loss. I love her and I want her to win everything and be declared Empress of Earth and Moon but realistically that isn't going to happen. In a show where villains lose, it checks out. Gladys isn't going to marry the Duke, and if she does, everyone is going to regret it. One reason I think we will learn more about Bertha and her history is because if she loses she's going to Lose It. Dramatic monologue style. When she had a party and no one came she swore eternal vengeance and spent the night Angry Breathing and presumably fantasizing about the Red Wedding. She doesn't handle losing well. A big public loss after achieving every status symbol she could think of would probably break her mind, and she'll probably tell whoever she's talking to (probably George) enough backstory info that we the audience can fill in stuff. This is also where I would guess she and George would reconcile where he would see she is the person he loves and has not transformed into an automaton, she's just Messed Up, which he always knew and loved so he is Back In.

IN CONCLUSION:

This is who Marina was writing about. She is a primadonna girl, and all she ever wanted was the world. She cannot help that she needs it all, in this case the primadonna life: both the rise and the fall. She also knows exactly what she wants and who she wants to be. This is why she walks and talks like a machine. Unfortunately, she is becoming a self-fulfilled prophecy.

Oh, oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh.

[eatsbooks]

azriel getting startled when he spoke for the first time after being dumped into the illyrian war camp because his voice, even beyond being gravelly with disuse, was so much deeper than he remembers it being while he was crying out for his half-brothers to stop, please stop, please don’t, help me help me help me somebody help me

[starleska]

meet my silly Wander Over Yonder OC, Edwax! 🌋🔥 they're a little lava lamp alien who works as part of Emperor Awesome's entourage. someone's gotta be in charge of all those rave lights, right? 😂💖

[dummydovely]

if you look a lil sum like this hmu ♡♡♡

dms are open

[jrueships]

Desmond trade how we feeling 😭

jaren couldn't even say anything .. he's too heartbroken to even post a heart, can't even piece the pieces back together, they're so shattered.

WHAT THE FUCK

they got his freckles.......

UM. anyway.

i'm heartbroken. i am.

every group needs that kinda straightman go about my business but i tolerate yours kinda vibe, & des was that.. with like a cool butch lesbian spin. he's like that one business major amongst all the other party Harty type business majors who actually does finance and doesn't make it part of his personality or anything. He does the grizzlies' taxes. he tells gg not to fall for online shopping scams (jaren already has for gg, little does he know). he's just kinda cool with everyone and it can kind of make self conscious people almost wanna compete with others/themselves bcs they're like... does he just. Tolerate me? Bcs hes just tolerable of everyone? Or does he tolerate me bcs he actually likes me and is strong enough to stay still in the storms type shit like. & it was very interesting to watch ppl like jaren and ja who pride themselves as being viewed as cool, aloof, someone ppl wanna look up to & emulate ... immediately become giggling messes for a guy whose expression is lowkey just '._.' With his giant buff af trex arms. Ja giving him the most improved trophy and des just being like 'wow. This guy, jesus, lol.' THEY WANT THAT NONVERBAL MAN SO DAMN BAD!!!!! LIKE THEY LOVE THEIR NORMAL GUY SO MUCH!!!! just that one guy in the chat who always reads the chat messages and rarely adds anything at all, especially when there's drama, he just kinda reads.. keeps up to date... but if u say hi and don't get a reply for 2 mins.. he will be ur first hi back. like he's just secure. He's sturdy. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM?? ( HIM him. Not the.. not the bleacher creachure... that is... that should be a crime. ) Des is SOLID. he's a foundation you lean on after exhausting yourself, and these grizzlies are EXHAUSTED. ja's flying dunks, Jaren's furry panther persona jungle leaping dreams, like. UGH. THEY TOOK AWAY NOEL. THEY TOOK AWAY THE CHILL BRO. idc idc how many picks idc THEY TOOK AWAY CHILL BRO!!!

THEY TOOK AWAY CHIPMUNK !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[deliasdays]

reconnecting with nature after having a dream about the guy i swore i was over