#so it's like honestly like A FOOT DIFFERENCE

[alexas-fandom-and-random-blog]

More thoughts about Striker and Bitzo parallels and oppression:

For starters I saw the "Bombproof Vet after trial" scribble later cause others pointed in out

and holy shit it legit got me in the feels! So sweet!🥺 I'm so happy they show he loves his horse! I would go absolutely feral if they tried to give him the complete Stella treatment and make him irredeemable in every way. That would be so cartoonishly evil! Not to mention boring.😒

Anyways I get prompted to rant a bit cause I had to roll my eyes in some fandom takes I saw going "See! See! He sides with royals! He's a fake bitch and everything he said about Stolas was hypocritical"

Which some are in good fun🤭 but I'd like take it as serious character study for a moment and say ...honey no. Not like that.

Striker can totally be hypocritical about his stance with class issues without devalueing his beef against royals.

He's an opportunist in core while taking pleasure by being nasty to his enemies and no shit his priorities would be in self-preservation.

He's not villainous just for shits and giggles though. It has to do about survival too. Being frustrated with unfair treatment doesn't make you a fighter for justice and a class hero and I have no clue why the fandom wanted to make that comparison so badly!

I like Striker's character that way I hope it remains as such and gets explored further 🙏 Makes him such an interesting foil to the narrative and to Blitzo.

And honestly speaking of, it's true that Blitzo's speech was better suited there for him at the moment to put his foot down while his life was in danger and stick to his stance and even his half cooked morals about lower class demons.

Which they are worthy of respect to have developed at this point, considering how selfish he himself has been in the past and how little access he's had to education, opportunities and society as a whole limiting his view of how everything really functions.

Still it's not like he started his company with noble intentions to save impkind. He wanted to rise above his limitations sure and was also frustrated by his status as in imp but growing into a spokesperson for them at the moment also happened to align with his own self preservation. He wasn't rallying anyone for an uprising or anything even if it is a naturally progressed spark in that direction and acceptance of that role might come later.

In the end the difference of between Striker's and Blitzo's approach is that Blitzo came to care about other people and be willing to be sacrificed for them while Striker is trying to uplift himself fist and foremost by any means necessary.

And that is good writing for character development! Even if the writing in general often fumbles and messes these core points by making some out of place jokes in between emotional moments making you question if the care Blitzo claims to have for his found family is legit.

But that's like a personal issue I have with the joke structure being hit and miss imo. Humor is subjective and the lot.🤷

That's all.

[guiltysungho]

— Mona lisa

genre : tags. fluff, childhood crush, class clown x class president

pairing. high school classmate!woonhak x gn!reader

wordcount. 1110

a/n. we are so back!! i hope y’all like this. idk how often ill be writing here cause school but feedback is always appreciated as usual.

@onedoornet

It was time for english class, one of the few classes you enjoyed, and yet you weren’t rushing in the same direction as your classmates. The echoing siren of the school bell resounded through the halls around you as you stared at your hand firmly locked in his grip, letting the force pulling you forward drag you along further.

With the sudden silence in the air, you brought your feet to a stop and pulled your hand out of his. Honestly, you wanted to yell at him but that would only put you in more trouble. You stood face to face in the stairwell, while you kept your eyebrows furrowed with a slight pout in your lips, he couldn’t help but smile at his accomplishment.

Before you could turn your back to make your way back to your class, his hand met yours once again. Now all your face reflected was worry. You glanced at your hands watching as his fingers slipped in between your fingers, holding onto you.

“Trust me” you looked up at him with the sound of those words, he smiled softly, the same smile you had seen throughout your school years, and somehow this time it felt different.

You gave him a quick nod, pushing all your anxious thoughts behind and letting him guide you into his world, the same way you had done for him.

Once you finally reached the storage room you felt his grip loosen, and through it seemed like the normal thing to do, you felt it in your chest like a stab in your heart. The more you tried to act like you weren’t thinking about it, as you watched him move things around, trying to unlock the window as quickly as possible, the more you found yourself realizing that you didn’t just like the feeling of his hand squeezing your knuckles.

Tutoring the Kim Woonhak wasn’t a good nor a bad thing, he wasn’t a lost cause but he wasn’t interested either. Most days you’d stay behind in class together, he’d have his seat backwards while facing you, then he’d ask about your day, and it never stopped there. With all the preparations you had done, mentally and concretely, he would always find a way to make you talk, and you never really wanted to stop because you never really got to talk anywhere else.

“You know, you have a really soothing voice. Like whenever you’re called up to read out I try to stay awake just to listen to you.” he said that once, while you were lecturing him on pronunciation. You stared at him for a while after that, a mix of embarrassment and relief bubbling in your belly.

The only constant would be the work you would give him to have done for the next session, which he always did, you would let him talk to you while you corrected his answers. You weren’t sure how you got to the point of skipping class with him but that was where you were now.

Did it even make sense to fall for your classmate on the last day of high school? You shook the idea out of your head, you lost your chance, if you ever had one to begin with.

“I’m going to go first, it’ll be easier to help you out from outside.” he told you as you stood by the half open window, he could see your weariness and placed a hand on your head patting gently.

“Do we have to do this?”

“Of course not, but where’s the fun in that?” You hadn’t realized you were holding on to the corner of his shirt till he took your hand off gently, holding onto it carefully, “I promise you’ll feel better once this part is over.”

So you watched him climb out the window, keeping guard incase of any trouble. Before you knew it he was out and it was your turn.

“Be careful y/n. Don’t worry too much if you fall I’ll catch you.” He tried to keep his voice down while yelling these words at you, somewhat reassuring words that helped you put your foot out.

You were a lot slower than he was and he was a lot more patient than you were, the wall wasn’t incredibly tall but you couldn’t shake your fears away so easily. His voice kept you grounded, indications on where you could put your hands to get lower. Soon enough you felt his hand on your leg guiding you and you were able to relax.

“I got you, you can let go.” He held on to the back on your knees and your back, you followed his instructions, keeping your eyes shut, and ended up in his arms.

The moment you opened your eyes, you were met with his face, closer than you expected, closer than he has ever been to you. You turned your gaze away hoping he would put you down, and you could just ignore it, but he doesn’t so you look at him again.

Your wide eyes, lips slightly open, eyebrows confusedly furrowed only made him amused, while your heart pounded louder in your chest each time his eyes would land on your lips.

It was embarrassing. You turned your head away, tapping on his arm for him to put you down.

As soon as you felt your feet on the ground, you created some distance between the two of you walking a few steps further from him. You let him hand you your bag while maintaining the space, trying to avoid his obvious staring at the same time.

His hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back to his side. You tried to release yourself from his grip, struggling to break the bind.

“What are you doing?” He laughed watching you try to shake his hand off.

“…You’re too close.” You looked up at him hesitantly, you hated that his smile had any effects on you, but the more he looked at you flashing his perfectly shaped teeth, the more you wanted to just give in.

“You don’t want me close?” He titled his head, seeming almost offended.

You stared at him confused, he was teasing you, you thought as you glanced at the corner of his lips, curved up as it usually was whenever he made fun of you.

“Should I make it more obvious?” He asked as he leaned in closer. You felt an urge to back up, to look away, you were scared because you knew nothing of this. As his hand found it’s place at the back of your neck, you wondered to yourself. Had it been obvious this whole time?

[novastaree]

i love 15x8 but its sometimes a little nonsensical to me but also so amazing at the same time?!?!

first off chuck being at a casino just killing people and being served is so real because if i was god and i was fed up id pull the same shit as him. And then when we see Adam and Michael they treat the waiter and the people at the dinner kindly even paying when they don't really need to and Michael going out of his way to fix everyones memory was a good non-mentioned comparison between the two and also made me feel like even though he wasn't on screen Michael changed alongside adam because szn 5 Michael was scary as shit and probably didn't care about the peoples feelings like his father

then we get to the nonsensical part which is honestly the dialog first up the diner scene. Adam says he can't go to college but he wants to get a little job and i just don't think Michael will sit back as Adam gets a little job in any way he wouldn't sit back during college. it is nice Adam wants to actually pay people even though if i was in his stop no way in hell (pun hehe) id do that

(edit but also them talking about the fast food killing him??? No it won't You're an archangel buddy nothing can affect him why are you shaming him 😭😭😭)

next is Michael getting caught in fucking holy fire by Castiel??? In season 5 literally Uriel got rid of holy oil before he entered a room (or maybe it was Michael I'm pretty sure it was uriel tho) And you're telling me Michael who got torched by holy fire and didn't seem to have a good time the first time by the person he was called by didn't get rid of the oil before he stepped foot near them and also it's a Castiel forever to drop that stupid fucking lighter he could stepped out. And How did Michael just let them put the stupid cuffs on He could have just thrown one of these hoes into the fire and stepped out when they were trying to cuff him??? Also they literally got him to have a conversation with him why the fuck would they kidnap him?

and my favorite favorite thing to complain about in this episode is their stupid ass conversations They start off by trying to get Michael who they just kidnapped practically to understand their side. And then when that's not obviously working and he's being kind of bitchy to them Michael says like "You who left me in hell and let your own brother rot" Sam spews some bullshit like "Well in our line of work We got to get used to lost causes blah blah blah blah blah" And first off Michael saying you who left your brother to rot in hell?? So did you and for like a million times longer what 😭 But then they think instead of calling him out on his hypocrisy they start going off about their job and bullshit! WHY WOULD MICHAEL CARE DUDE HE'S AN ANGEL HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR LINE OF WORK!!!

I did love Michael and castiel's fight but they both looked just a bit constipated 🤏

What made me really mad and like confused was 'when we locked away the darkness this was the spell' DIDN'T YOU DO THAT BEFORE EARTH AND PURGATORY AND THE UNIVERSE WAS A THING???? How the fuck is it a spell??? The final season I feel like they really were just giving any solution.

Also it's so funny to me how incredibly powerful Michael is even in these stupid fucking angel cuffs like it felt like the only thing it really was doing was making it so he couldn't get out of the cuffs but didn't do shit besides that. like he opened up a portal to purgatory which Raphael another archangel couldn't fucking do except for like one day a year or something. BUT MICHAEL BEING SO POWERFUL ALSO CONFUSES ME BECAUSE IF HE CAN JUST OPEN UP FUCKING PORTALS TO ANOTHER FUCKING UNIVERSES WHY DIDN'T HE JUST OPEN UP A FEW DIFFERENT PORTALS TO GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAGE

Also I might be the only one but I feel like Adam accepting their apology just felt like him saying 'get me the fuck out of here I'm so done' Also him cursing Castiel was funny "Since when do we get what we deserve?" looks to Castiel and walks out. yeah he totally knew that the gay angel was fucked personally if I was Adam I would have slapped Dean before I walked out but you know cursing his angel boyfriend is probably just as good

Also Adam's so peaceful in this episode like maybe it's cuz he doesn't want to like repeat what happened the first time he met his brothers when he kind of got possessed immediately by an archangel but now that he is what was his like consequence for being kind of a dick to them, like imo he totally should have cuz even though he doesn't really look it to us I'm pretty sure canonically he was still 19 yk

anyways that was a lot but I'm pretty sure it's all of my thoughts on this episode a beautiful crazy episode

[faint-taste-of-almonds]

ik they're Jewish, but "Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call" by Bleachers is so Stan Twins-coded it honestly makes me cry

no actually I'm not done with this

I don't have the ability to animate for shit (maybe one day) so y'all will just have to suffer through my vaguely-described brainchild bc this makes me so ill not even joking

ok so:

(intro music) We see a split screen, on the left (LSS) is Stan and on the right (RSS) is Ford. Stan is early into his grifter years, and Ford is in college. Both look a little older than when Stan is kicked out. Both are laying awake at night staring at the ceiling, Stan in his car and Ford in his dorm bed.

To the tempo of your uptight Uptight being a synonym for an anxious state, we see each of them tapping a foot or a finger

Is the flicker of a street light A streetlight is visible from the Stanleymobile and from Ford's dorm window, though visibly different ones. The light is flickering, for both of them.

You know this moment don't ya Both twins squeeze their eyes shut, and the lights combine into a single one, different from the ones before. This is the light from outside their Jersey home, the night Stan is kicked out.

And time is strangely calm now Both twins stare off into space, the split screen back in place. Stan is in his car, and Ford in their his room. They are young(er) again. (so, so young)

'Cause everybody's gone it's (LSS): Stan looks to his passenger side, where Ford would sit if he were driving them both. (RSS): Ford looks at Stan's empty bunk, at all the stuff he's left behind.

Just you and your anger We see Stan's fists tightening around the steering wheel, and Ford's around the pamphlet. They are both gritting their teeth while tears drip down their faces.

Oh golden boy We now see singularly from Stan's perspective. The boys as children run past, Ford beaming while playing around with Stan. This is tinged with fondness.

don't act like you were kind This is Ford on the swing, talking about West Coast Tech. This is Ford, shutting the curtains, leaving Stan hanging with his High Six in the air.

You were mine but you were awful every time This is Stan with Ford in the basement, smiling about reconciling before being handed the journal.

So don't tell them what you told me Stan and Ford argue in the basement - This is specifically the line "I'm giving you the chance to do something worthwhile for once in your life."

Don't hold me like you know me Ford and Fiddleford, either in college or working on the portal. Ford looks at a picture of the twins before Fidds calls his attention and he stuffs it back in a pocket.

I would rather burn forever Stan, smoking a cigarette down as far as it will go

But you should know that I died slow Stan, alone in Ford's bathroom, tending to his brand.

Running through the halls of your haunted home Stan looks around the mess that is the cabin while Ford is in his deepest paranoia.

And the toughest part is that we both know Stan leafs through Journal 1, desperate for answers.

What to happened to you Stan, hurt and angry, shoving Ford toward the portal accidentally.

Why you're out on your own Stan, watching Ford begging for him to do something as he is swallowed by the portal.

Merry Christmas, please don't call We see Stan's figure outline sitting in the darkness of the broken portal, hugging the journal. He wants his brother back.

You really left me on the line kid 17 year old Ford in their room, cradling something that triggers a memory of Young Stan and Ford

Holding all your baggage Ford puts this item in a box labeled Keep.

You know I'm not your father Portal-Years Ford stares into a mirror. A comparison of Ford, Stan (the way Ford remembers him), and Filbrick in a mirror. Ford looks away.

Who says welcome to your uptight Filbrick stares at a college-age Ford, inquiring about money.

While it flickers like a street light Ford is still nervous in the face of his father. He remembers what happened to Stan.

He flickers through your damage Ford looks at his hands. Five-fingered hands, rough with callouses and boxing scars overlay them. He curls them into fists and looks away.

Oh golden boy you shined a light on our home Ford's view of Stan, a strong and sociable protector and companion. Similar to the photo of them boxing, with Filbrick in the background.

And at your best you were magic we were sold Young Ford, enraptured by the story that a young Stan is weaving for him.

But don't tell em what you told me Post-Portal Stan and Ford, when Stan renounces Ford as family.

Don't even tell em that you know me Stan with the twins, explaining Ford's relation to him as Ford watches, missing something that he can't quite name.

I would rather burn forever Ford, working himself to the bone to prepare for Weirdmaggedon, ignoring Stan.

But you should know that I died slow Ford's time in the portal. He is constantly reminded of Stan, his memory version of Stan (young and loving) wherever he goes, and it pains him incredibly. Hunted and injured, he goes to talk to his brother, but there's only air.

Running through the halls of your haunted home 17 year old Ford walks past family portraits in their childhood home, pointedly ignoring them.

And the toughest part is that we both know We switch to split screen again. Stan is alone and grifting, Ford is at his HS graduation. There is an empty seat next to him.

What to happened to you Single screen again. This is the packed duffle bag by the door.

Why you're out on your own This is the perpetual motion machine, spinning until it breaks. Stans horrified face appears, then Ford's furiously betrayed one.

Merry Christmas, please don't call Split screen. Snow falls gently, Stan in his car and Ford in the cabin. Phones are in frame for both of them. They don't even look at them.

One ticket out of your heavy gaze Post-college Ford, feeling guilty/remorseful looking at an old picture. He flashes back to Stan pleading eyes looking up from the street that night.

I want one ticket off of your carousel Ford then lays awake at night, thinking about how Stan might be doing.

I want one ticket out of your heavy gaze Grifter Stan, staring at the boxing picture. He flashes back to Ford's betrayed face looking down from the window that night.

I want one ticket off of your carousel Stan then lays awake at night, thinking about how Ford might be doing.

But you should know that I die slow Split Screen: Stan and Ford, fighting/running from Nightmare creatures separately during Weirdmaggedon.

Running through the halls of your haunted home Single Screen: Both running to save the Mystery twins.

And the toughest part is that we both know Both twins locking eyes while caged, the plan forming silently.

What happened to you The memory gun being set to "Stanley Pines"

Why you're out on your own Stan in that clearing in the woods, Ford and the twins running to hug him.

Merry Christmas, please don't call Young Grifter Stan, standing at a phone booth as it snows. Ford answers, but Stan doesn't say anything.

Merry Christmas, I'm not yours at all College Ford sits at the table with his parents and Shermie/Shermie's family, having a holiday dinner. Caryn has put out an empty chair. Ford keeps glancing at it.

Merry Christmas, Please don't call me Slightly Older Grifter Stan stands at a different phone booth, holiday sales being advertised nearby. Ford doesn't answer this time.

Please don't call me The landline in Ford's house rings. Bill symbols have begun to appear.

Please don't call me The landline in Ford's house rings. There's even more of Bill this time.

Please don't call me The landline rings, and Soos answers. The Grunkles are at sea. Stan calls something out to Ford, who is standing at the bow. He turns, and answers. The water is calm, and their arms are now around each other. They don't need a phone, they're right there with each other.

Anyway thanks for bearing with me, I hope you can see my vision :)

[wolfstarhaven]

Christmas additions 2024

It’s tiiiiime! You can find my earlier Christmas recs here. I just wanted to add some others, mainly some adorable Christmas fluff.

the oldest recipe for parsnip soup (32k)

By: eyra

Christmastime in the Cotswolds: cold hands, crackling fires, and Remus's indefatigable quest for parsnips.

Themes: winter; muggle!au; food; strangers to lovers; ED; past trauma and some dark themes; pov sirius; very soft; Remus is sunshine in a person; so very well-written!!

like a dog at the foot of your bed (16k)

By: drowsyanddazed

Three years since Remus had stared down at that hand, a bit bewildered, before reaching out to grasp it and Sirius had smiled up at him, butterscotch sweet, and his hand had been soft and warm and Remus hadn’t wanted him to let go. The feeling has never gone away.

Themes: Halloween+Christmas+new years; muggle!au; past friends with benefits; pining!!!; domestic fluff; love in the kitchen is my favourite thing; honestly the revelation scene is to die for.

Through the white night (3k)

By: soufflesaregay

“What is this, Sirius?” Remus interrupts, shifting sideways, hands hovering. He looks wrecked and broken open and bloody and Sirius wants to reach into his heart and wants Remus to reach into his. Wants him to lick his ribs and suck out his blood. “What are you saying?”

Themes: Christmas; mistletoe; eggnog; confessions; fluff; absolutely adorable.

Christmas 1977 (6k)

By: nightswatch

Sirius is bored during the Christmas holidays and convinces Remus to visit him at his new flat in London.

Themes: mistletoe; pining; kissing; fluff.

Need a little Christmas now (2k)

By: aryastark_valarmorghulis

Remus stays at Hogwarts on Christmas Eve.

Themes: Hogwarts Christmas; awkward confession: fluff.

A Good League Hence (15k)

By: eyra

A country hotel in the wintertime. Plenty of snow, plenty of mulled wine, and a feeling that this Christmas might be different.

Themes: wintery; muggle!au; strangers to lovers; countryside; fluff.

This Love We Got Is the Best Of All (3k)

By: Engie_Ivy

Sirius is the town’s most eligible bachelor, and while home for the Holidays, everyone seems eager to get him coupled up.

Themes: muggle!au; strangers to lovers; coffee shop!au; fluff.

The Season's Upon Us (1k)

By: shadow_prince

Sirius is drunk on a table singing, and Remus is too smitten to be mad.

Themes: Hogwarts era; drunken confession; pining; fluff.

Wolfstar Short Stories - The Christmas Collection (43k<)

By: Engie_Ivy

Seasonal Wolfstar Oneshots! Mostly fluffy get-togethers, with various December and Christmas themes.

Have a lovely December!

xx Elliot❄️

[madhatterbri]

Birthday Surprise | C.C.

Summary: Y/N finds out she drank a little too much last night. 18+.

Author's Note: Happy birthday to everyone's favorite Patriarch. It was between this or Professor Cage AU and honestly this came to me so quickly. ❤️

Happy Collision Saturday, babes. 🫶

Christian Cage Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @surdelcielo @magicalbuttertarts

The sound of a shower running slowly stirred Y/N from her slumber. She blinked a few times to adjust her vision. The plain white ceiling above slowly comes into view. She rubbed her eyes slowly. Her hand reached out to the nightstand. With cell phone in hand, she frowned at the low battery percentage.

How could it possibly be so low? Wasn't it charging all night?

The wrestler reasoned that her cellphone charger must have fallen out over night. She rolled over to grab the cord, but noticed it was nowhere in sight. Maybe Kris stole it. She had been complaining about it lately.

Now that she thought about it. The layout of the room was different than the room she checked into yesterday. The other room had two queen beds. This one currently seemed to have one king-sized bed. Her bra and underwear were lying on the floor. Y/N always proud herself in being neat and putting all her dirty clothes in the luggage. A sudden realization hit her like a ton of bricks. The blankets around her weren't hitting her clothes. They were hitting her skin.

You aren't naked.

She repeated this in her head like a mantra. Maybe if she repeated it one hundred times, this would be true. When she was mentally ready, she raised the covers that shielded her from the world. In her shock and horror, she was as naked as the day she was born.

Her clothes weren't far from her. They laid just a few feet away. The shower in the bathroom was still running. Maybe she could get dressed quickly and run out of here like the building was on fire.

After gathering enough belief in herself, she kicked off the covers over her body. The white sheets bunched at the foot of her bed. She ran to the first item of clothing she could grab: her bra.

"Come on, come on, Y/N, faster," she told herself. Her arms were the first through the bra, followed by her head. Her fingers fiddled with the bra until it clung to her body just as she wanted. Before she could reach the rest of her clothes, the shower turned off.

The bathroom door opened, and the smell of a man's cologne filled the room. It smelled expensive. Maybe she didn't completely screw this all up. At least he had money.

Y/N cursed under her breath and made her way back to the bed. The presumed man walked out of the bathroom wearing a polo with jeans. A tattoo stuck out underneath one of the sleeves. He was muscular. A mister blonde hair and light eyes hottie. Okay, she definitely didn't screw this up. Until she noticed who was standing in front of her. Christian Cage.

She gasped and placed the blankets higher to cover her bra.

He chuckled at her sudden movement. "Don't be shy. I saw it all last night,"

She glared at him. "You didn't see anything, and we are not talking about this.... How did I get here?"

"I thought we weren't talking about this,"

"Answer the question, Cage,"

He rolled his eyes. "Don't be dramatic, Y/N. We drank too much and had sex,"

Impossible. She wasn't that type of girl. There must be some sort of mistake. Maybe she poured some food on her clothes or something. Y/N looked at the dress she wore last night. There was not a single blemish or stain on it.

They stared at each other momentarily. "Aren't you going to look away? I need to get dressed,"

"I literally saw everything last night," he interjected.

In true gentleman fashion, Christian started to list off of every birthmark and scar on her body. Some definitely couldn't be seen unless her clothes were off.

"Just turn around so I can get dressed," she groaned.

Christian muttered under his breath. He stomped his feet to turn around. Arms crossed over his chest. A loud sigh heaved from him like this was the biggest inconvenience in his perfect life.

Y/N dashed out of the bed. She slipped on her underwear first and then her dress.

"Can I organize my room now?" Christian asked impatiently.

Y/N answered a yes with attitude. She pinched the bridge of her nose. A headache started to form. Years must have been taken off her life by now from him increasing her blood pressure.

"There are literally housekeepers here that'll tidy up your room,"

Christian turned around. He rubbed his face in frustration. Oh, yeah, like she's the problem in this situation.

"Yeah, and I would greatly appreciate it if they didn't see the open condom wrapper on my nightstand,"

To make a point, he grabbed the condom wrapper from the table. The wrapper crinkled loudly in his fingers. Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped. The indisputable evidence in the biggest pain of the ass' fingers.

Oh my God, they did have sex.

Well, at least it was protected, right?

"We aren't saying a word to anyone. You stick with the weird little family you have, and I stick with my totally cool and amazing friends," Y/N told him. She grabbed her shoes by the couch and slipped them on.

Kris was going to bombard her with questions. Questions she didn't exactly feel like answering now or ever.

"Don't worry I won't tell Kip,"

Y/N tensed at her ex-boyfriend's name. They only broke up about a month ago, and it was still so fresh. Well, to her it was. The healing was taking longer than she anticipated. One of the drawbacks of having to work close to her ex.

"I am leaving," she announced to no one in particular. Her feet started to carry her towards the door.

"Hey, wait!" He exclaimed. Christian walked to her. The condom wrapper was still in his hand. "Don't you want a souvenir to remember the best lay of your entire life?"

She glared at him, but continued to walk away.

"Can I at least get a happy birthday?"

She stopped at the door. Her hand reated securely on the door handle. Before she left, she only had three little words for him.

"Go fuck yourself,"

[syndrossi]

Is there a scenario in which Jon or Daemon succeeds in discreetly disposing of Otto? Make it look like an accident? But a few people still suspect.

Daemon would jump at the chance. Jon was Lord Commander and a Queen's heir during the War for the Dawn. Wouldn't be the first time he removed an irritant.

D

Sorry for the bloodthirstyness.

Your fic and scenarios have made me hate him in ways that the show didn't manage.

Hah, I can understand some bloodthirst toward Otto, though I don't have an answer that would make you very happy.

It's just a very risky move, honestly. Otto himself doesn't stoop to murder, whether because he finds it distasteful/dishonorable or because he doesn't want to take the risk either. (I tend to view Larys as the likely culprit behind his brother's and father's deaths.)

Daemon would have to believe that the threat is that dire to take action, because if he's revealed as the person behind his death, then Lord Hightower will be demanding his head, and the lords of the realm will also be clamoring for justice. Remember Lyanna's kidnapping? Lord Stark traveled all the way to King's Landing to seek an audience with a notoriously unstable Aerys and felt justified in demanding Rhaegar's execution, and Rhaegar was Aerys's heir! Daemon isn't nearly as important.

Viserys is an absolute monarch, but he's no Maegor. Ignoring a bunch of angry lords would risk civil war. I have to think he exiles Daemon at that point (aka not a banishment, where he could potentially return, but a "you may never step foot on Westeros again" judgment).

So the calculus is whether the threat Otto poses is worth the risk of permanent exile, which would include Viserys keeping the twins. So he loses them too.

Is that all a moot point if Daemon and/or Jon are able to maintain some secrecy? Of course! But that cannot be assumed. Maybe with Reyne as master of whisperers, but if Larys is around, that's a huge risk.

Like, I certainly don't think Jon would be morally opposed at all, but he was a wartime commander, where rules don't really apply. Peacetime is a very different arena to be operating in.

Between Daemon and Jon, I view Jon as the more likely to deem him a great enough threat. Remember, Daemon doesn't know anything about what Otto ultimately will cause. He's a mortal enemy, but mostly in the context of interfering in his relationship with Viserys and personally thwarting Daemon.

The safest way to take Otto out isn't to kill him, honestly, it's to incriminate or disgrace him, and for that, Rhaegar would probably be best suited to figure out how to approach it.

I've had a comment or two on AO3 bemoaning that Otto has plot armor / that it's unrealistic that he gets away without consequences, but the stability of the realm (currently) is precisely why he "keeps getting away with it." Otto plays within the rules, and law breakers are punished in times of peace and prosperity, so resorting to murder is a risk generally not worth taking if you think there's another option.

I think it's telling that there weren't any notable assassinations/murders during the pre-Dance years, other than the Strongs, and that wasn't a killing that necessarily benefited either faction--only Larys, really. There were tons in the years of the Dance, of course, but that's because war and especially civil war is brutal.

TL;DR: It would have to be a scenario where Jon or Daemon felt a direct, imminent threat to themselves or their loved ones but one where a diplomatic approach cannot be taken.

[naturepointstheway]

Vienna 1989/90 giving me that tasty Tuggoffelees juice at the end of Mistoffelees' number. Love how Misto just spins Tugger away. It also actually reminds me a lot of a very similar duo spin dance at the end of this number that happens in Zurich with Lindsay Chambers' Misto, but instead it's with Munkustrap rather than Tugger.

And in Zurich's case, well, let's say that this Misto has a very different experience to Valentin's (who reminds me a lot of Tim Scott's Misto, especially with the makeup), and Munk is more showing he has accepted him fully.

@absolutehumandisaster - hope you don't mind me tagging you as I feel you'd be interested in my "little" tag ramble/thoughts on Valentin's vs Chambers' Mistos and how Valentin's is Chambers' Misto once he is fully accepted and has grown exponentially in confidence by the next Jellicle Ball.

[emry-stars-art]

hi i just wanna say... FAT ANDREW!!! FAT ANDREW!!!!!!!! FAT ANDREW!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💞💘💓💝💗💝💖💗💝💓💘💓💘💗💗💓💞💗

I thoroughly appreciate your rep if my lurking in your art tag didn't show that yet 🥹

THANK YOU FOR LURKING AND FOR THE ASK I’ve been going off messing around with body types for the girls… and for everyone really, I just love drawing humans so much ✨ YEAH FAT STOCKY ANDREW

He’s doing his cool down stretches bc Kevin won’t let them leave until everyone’s done

[caitlynmeow]

Headcanons about the girls in college ?

sure!

All three daughters know what is expected of them, they know that they are responsible for the future of their family and they don’t take this lightly at all. They are very aware that House Dimitrescu is a noble house, and they have no intention to mar its name. They are very proud of their bloodline, and aren’t shy about who they are.

Bela was already set on what she wanted to study by the time she was around 16. It was a no brained for her, really. She wanted to study something related to what she plans on doing, because she will never be caught not knowing what to do in certain situations because she doesn’t have the knowledge for it.

Bela double majored in business management and finance, university wasn’t that big of an issue for her. Since campus is quite the drive, almost two hours away, she decided to get an apartment in the city nearby the university.

She spent the summer packing her things and looking for the perfect location. She found a nice spacious apartment, overlooking the city. It was an open space layout, with windows taking up two walls. It has three large bedrooms (two of them en suite) and two bathrooms. All in all, it was an ideal place.

She packed and left, accompanied by her mother and sisters (Cassandra was only fifteen by then, and Daniela was barely 12) they all spent the weekend there, but had to go back to the castle by Monday morning.

Bela was considering going abroad. She was applying to Cambridge and she would go there after she is done with freshman year.

Monday evening she retired form classes, to an empty apartment. She enjoyed the peace and quiet, it was a stark change from what her life was like back home. Her sister are annoying and are always up in her business. She can certainly use the break from that.

Also, she doesn’t have to worry about her stuff being messed with. Wherever she leaves her things she finds them. No clothes and makeup going missing out of nowhere.

She really loved the change.

Although, she couldn’t ignore the tightness she felt in her chest. Surely, she can have a quiet evening by herself; watch some tv then go to bed. She won’t have to listen to Daniela and Cassandra tell her about their day before the went to bed. She won’t go to her mother’s room and catch her up with everything. Things are different now. She doesn’t live at home. She is adult.

It’s only two hours away.

Bela arrived at the castle around 10:30 pm. Her sisters are already asleep but her mother wasn’t.

If she switches some classes into late morning, she can drive to and from campus with no issues.

Bela tried, for days and days. But homesickness was always stronger. She shamefully and tearfully admitted that she will be the daughter to disappoint her mother. She cannot possibly go to Cambridge if she can’t bear to live alone while in the same country, right?

Alcina had different thoughts. While she will never stand in her daughters’ way, and while she was welcoming of the idea of studying abroad, she really didn’t think of Bela as a disappointment when she couldn’t bear to be away from home.

On the contrary, Alcina was full of pride knowing how hard it must be for Bela to admit such a thing. Alcina was upfront with her, and she didn’t spare her the praise. She said that it made her happy that Bela has confided in her. That deep down, Alcina is very happy that her daughter is attached to her family. Alcina is assured that if she isn’t around, Bela is going to take care of the family and her sisters.

To make things somewhat easier, Bela kept the apartment for when it’s needed. During school breaks, Cassandra went with her, the two of them were enough company to ward off any homesickness (and knowing it’s a brief stay always helps) Bela would stay there during midterms and finals, but she mainly lived at home.

She generally did well; honor roll and everything.

But honestly? She couldn’t leave her home and she felt conflicted about that.

Cassandra is different. Out of the three sisters, she is the more emotional one. She saw how Bela couldn’t spend a night alone in her apartment, she knew that she wouldn’t even try. The apartment is there, deserted most of the year, but the two sisters spend time there together when it’s time for midterms and finals.

In university, Cassandra was very studious. Unlike Bela, who prioritized social life, Cassandra was focused on academics. She had he schedule set up with the help of her sister. Classes were overwhelming and she figured that she can have a lighter load than she planned because she cannot afford to get anything less than straight A’s.

Cassandra didn’t want to be on the honor roll, she wanted to be the top student at her university and nothing was going to sway her from reaching that goal.

Despite that, she made plenty of friends.

Cassandra is one of those people who study hard and party hard. It’s not unusual to see her at parties in the evenings. Her alcohol tolerance is quite good so she spends the night downing shots and dabbling with weed because she has no impulse control.

Overall, Cassandra did have a fun time at university. Yes, she was often stressed with her classes and break down crying more times than she wants to count. But overall, it was a fun experience.

She was one of those people who are naturally popular. People flock around her and everyone wants to be her friend. Just the kind of attention Cassandra Dimitrescu lives for. She had it all: too grades and a very busy social life so there isn’t anything for her to complain about.

Daniela takes more after Bela, even if she was lazier. She stayed in the castle, if her two big sisters stayed home then so will she. Besides, living away from home will make her miss all the drama and tea and Daniela can’t allow that.

Daniela lowkey idolizes Bela, so it was natural that she will study the exact same thing. But that came after getting yelled by said older sister because Daniela declared that she didn’t want to go to university. She doesn’t need to, if she’s being honest. That declaration made Bela seethe in anger. she sat her down and drilled into her how important it is that she has the qualification otherwise people will use that against her. And besides, it’s Bela. She will never let anyone of her sisters get anything below what they deserve.

That talk sobered Daniela up, and she decided to go to university because Bela would probably kill her if she bring up not going again.

She wasn’t as wild as Cassandra, or even as studious. She did study and got good grades. She made plenty of friends, but it was the normal amount: people she met in class and other places she frequents.

Honestly despite what some might think, Daniela was the most lowkey among her sisters. She just did her own thing and went with that. She enjoyed the peacefulness more than anything else.

[lightasthesun]

just wanted to thank everyone that's been encouraging me or offering some kind of support the last few times I talked about getting a cane... because I went and got one today and I didn't think it would make that much of a difference. I underestimated how much it would change for me.

So thank you <33

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

As an addendum to the travelling for Eras post I’d like to add that I feel like I offered a public service because I ended up acting as a translator between a French fan and a Brit because of the piss poor communication and security at the stadium and all info was being shared through the grapevine of fans in line lol

[lcpmon]

i need to practise walk cycles so i can animate the whole kälher family but that will take patience. something i dont have 😔

[chainsawworld]

Guess who's finished:]c my funny little guy has finally been all assembled!! I think I did quite well !

[sereniv]

so fucking sick of taylor swift!!!!

[our-lady-of-mcr]

everytime i think im done ranting i remember something else LMFAO this one is extra long i hit tag limit god mf damn