#sorry i sound so mean but this is literally what the majority of the younger mbti community sounds like

[gummiibladii]

quirky 14 year old mbticels typing their families like:

dad: xstj cuz he MEAN AND BORING UGH!!! old man doesnt UNDERSTAND ME. 😡

mom: xsfj cuz nice :) still very boring an normie unfortunately (get well soon)

younger sibling: esxp/enfp cuz soooo louuudd and hyper🙄🙄

me: intj/intp/entp/infp swag big brain ethereal being because im deep. no one gets me. im just too intuitive and intelligent for these people. they just dont get it. ugh

family dog: estp i guess. runs around a lot lol😂

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Anonymous asked:

Are there any rare pairs you find yourself enjoying? Or ships you hadn't considered before? I think Ace and Malleus would be funny to entertain if he could get passed the intimidation. Just normal boy and etheral prince (giving Connecticut Clerk and Malfina vibes, lol)

It’s difficult to say, Anon, apparently the majority of our ships are considered rare ships…

Ace and Malleus does have potential, the contrast between a normal boy and ethereal prince is always fun + I still think about that one time when Ace called Malleus out during the Halloween event. The boy is ballsy, and with Malleus this is both a plus and a hazard lol

We actually did this chart not that ago, so might as well post it here! It must have some rare ships lol

Anonymous asked:

Does this mean he’ll kiss inanimate objects too? 🤨

(related to this post (I think))

He might! Rook doesn’t discriminate, and Tettere doesn’t discriminate either, so combined they are unstoppable lol

Anonymous asked:

I’m surprised Ace didn’t just hire Ruggie for the hickeys. He seems to have more experience than Epel who seems to vacuum skin up like french fries

(this is about this sketch from ko-fi)

Ruggie is indeed much more experienced than Epel-the-vacuum-sucker, but Ruggie would take money for that, and Epel was kind enough to help just like that! Plus, Ruggie is a senpai with whom Ace doesn’t talk too often, so it’s probably very awkward for him to ask for something like this…

Anonymous asked:

This is a long ask and about dumb takes so feel free to ignore it, but most made me laugh at how absurd they are so I wanted to share.

Tumblr does have some odd takes but I think Pinterest/Reddit has more...not bright people.  NSFW ship art of the 1st and 2nd years always has some people upset that there's kids in sexual situations cause they think you can't have or know about sex till you're 18.  SFW ships between 3rd years and not 3rd years have people saying it's illegal cause adults dating minors is always wrong (people seriously think the only stages of life are legal adult and legal minor.  I never thought saying someone younger than 10 is different than someone going through puberty was mindblowing...  So happy I found an adblocker that hides comments).  Reddit had someone freaking out that Yuu stayed in Leona's room even though Leona's 20 and Yuu could be 16 (existing in the same space as someone a different age than you is wrong now I guess), people taking Malleus' age literally and thinking this non-human fantasy species ages the same as humans so since he's older than 18 he's an adult like the staff are (which had gems such as people saying thinking he's a teen/not an adult is infantizing him and that he may be not an adult in fae years but he's a tax-paying adult in human years), and my favorite, people seriously debating who's on the inter-school spelldrive team and how could they lose with Malleus cause even though he's not in the club there's still a chance to be on the team since one person from every dorm has to join it... (I...I guess they don't know what a sports club is...)

But my top favorite take is from Tumblr:

Someone said they like that TWST's fanservice is always tasteful and NEVER suggestive. (???)

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Anonymous asked:

An amendment to my ask about dumb Pinterest/Reddit takes.  People think 18 years old dating 16 and 17 years olds is illegal cause the 18 years old is a legal adult and the others aren't

Anon, I am super late with my reply, sorry for that, but honestly this topic is unfortunately evergreen… I wanted to add both of these ask to our replies from yesterday since the topic is similar, but unfortunately ran out of time. I’ll reply to you properly now though~ Thank you so much for your ask!

I am trying my hardest not to start yelling about forced purity again and how it ruins everything for everyone lol At this point it just makes me sound like a broken record, so I’ll try to word it in a slightly different way this time: people (the type that you’ve talked about) reeeeally love using the “this is inappropriate” excuse to police others, and it always freaks me out just how similar it is to a certain other category of people. You know, the type to boils everything down to “I don’t like it, therefore it’s illegal or at least immoral”. I don’t like them using illegal and immoral interchangeably in general because ultimately it’s just them going “this shouldn’t exist because I say so”.

I genuinely think that all those people don’t give a shit about sexy art of the 1st and 2nd years’ characters, they don’t actually give a shit about the 17 y.o. characters being shipped with 18 y.o. characters either, this is just such a convenient excuse to use when attacking someone. It isn’t consistent at all, they ship whoever they want if they really want to, or try to find a way around their own logic.

You mentioned Malleus (that poor thing), and he is actually a great example of that: is he too old to be shipped with other characters? Is he too young to be shipped with Lilia or too old (or too young because “mentally!” he’s 17 or whatever the fuck that means) to be with Yuusona of someone who is over 20? Who knows and who cares, but with these folk you have to care, and don’t you dare to assume that maybe fae’s maturity (mental + sexual) doesn’t relate to their age in a way that human’s does. Or maybe it actually does, so it makes him a 170+ year old senior citizen in our eyes, and us literal 50 year old children in his eyes. God forbid we treat anything with a fun and fantasy approach, god forbid we use TWST as a dollhouse it was intended to be lol No one should give a fuck about any of this.

I don’t think minors should date 18 year olds if that makes them uncomfortable, I don’t think anyone should date anyone if they’re uncomfortable, but those of us who were dating as teenagers once know how weird this whole thing is and how for a lot of people this isn’t a big deal. This transition from minor to non-minor feels very “on paper”, that’s why a lot of teenagers joke around as they turn 18: yesterday I was a kid and today I am an adult. Does it make sense legally? Yes, it is a very important distinction, and a very important turning point. But mental maturity doesn’t work like that: if all of your friends are 17 and you turn 18, you are still of the same age group. Even if they are one school class younger. Katsu and I have a little less than 2 years of difference, but since I started going to school when I was 6, there was a period of time when Katsu was still in middle school and I was already a university student. We made tons of jokes about it back then, and this was exactly what it was: jokes. Because we knew that both of us are kids, and we were even younger kids when we first met and started dating. And this is just one example, tons of people have examples like that.

There are some aspects of life where putting a hard “NO” in terms of allowing people of certain age to interact with people of younger age is a good and very necessary thing, we have this minor/adult differentiation for a good reason. But character shipping just isn’t this kind of aspect: it doesn’t exist. All shipping is fiction. And I refuse to believe that the type of people that you mentioned don’t think so, the more I look at them, the more I genuinely think that they are intentionally lying to cause trouble. People can’t be this dumb (although after reading what you said about the Spelldrive thing I started to doubt that lol they really don’t know how sports clubs work huh).

Some of them also love to use made-up stuff in an argument lol Like people who think that Ortho is 8… or was it 6? Honestly, he ages down every single time the antis try to bring up how wrong it is to ship him with anyone.

Well, at least I can’t say anything about twst fanservice. Can’t argue with that, it is indeed very pure and almost nonexistent… especially this Riddle card <3

[777charm]

Child!MC swearing infont of the Brothers

Request: "Child!mc who heard any of the brothers(obey me) swears and says "f*ck" or any curse 😭 would like to see there reaction :)!! I understand if you don't accept my request ^7^"

Note: I AM SO SORRY ANON I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE WHOLE REQUEST 😭😭

Warnings: Cursing/Swear Words + Middle Aged Mom Lucifer (he gets his own warning)

Lucifer

Definitely saw this one coming, but wasn't exactly expecting the exact moment. I mean you are a young child, and you are prone to pickup some words the brothers (esp MAMMON) use sooner or later. You were playing in his office while he finished up some work, before your trip to the park later. You accidentally tripped on a crayon, crashing into a vase on a nearby table, senting it crashing onto the floor with a loud shattering sound. Almost immediately Lucifer is beside you making sure you are okay, and that no glass shards hurt you. Before he even gets the words out to ask you are even okay, you yell out "FUCK!". This one shocks him because. Well. This isn't the time he expected you to say that. At least, it was a small swear word and not a major swear-word. He kinda awkwardly skips past that, helping you up while having you sit down while he cleans up the remains of the now broken vase. Afterwords he scolds you for using the "bad word".

"MC. You know we do not say that word is this house. That is bad, and we do not repeat what others say."—Sounds like a angry middle-aged mom LMAOOOO

I think he might scold them for a good fifteen minutes, reminding them to not say anymore bad words, as that can to lead to punishment (no toys for starters).

Mammon

I feel like he's that one uncle/brother who teaches the younger kids THE SWEAR WORDS IN THE FIRST PLACE 💀 He def sets them up, and tells them to "show off" to Lucifer. He literally taught them every swear word he knows, and said "I bet Lucifer will probably like if you greeted him that way!". Speed forward Dinner, Lucifer walks in sitting down in his usual chair. MC getting happy especially when Mammon sends them the thumbs-up to go along with their little "plan". Satan and Belphegor found it alittle weird that MC was suddenly so happier than usual, and to add onto it, so was Mammon. It was like he planning another scheme....OH FOR FUCKS SAKE WHAT DID MC JUST SAY????? The table went eerily slient after MC looked Lucifer dead in the eyes and yelled out "Hi you son of a BITCH! SUCK MY DICK!". The silence was interrupted by Mamon laughing, barely holding back tears at this point. Satan and Levi joined in–Satan not believing MC actually said what he had wanted to say for so long, and Levi finding it hilarious that someone as small and weird as a "Normie Child" like MC, could swear like that. Dinner was somewhat quiet after that, and it only worsened as towards the end MC spoke up again. "Hey you fucker! I want the rest of the godamn fucking mashing fucking potatoes!" You said pointing to the mashed potatoes now on Asmo's Plate. He himself was taken back by your now more demanding vocabulary than usual. "MC-!" "NO YOU LISTEN HERE FUCKER!". Even though your words so aggressive, you said them with such a happy face that the whole table was confused. How were you happy but so angry???–Okay Dinner was cut short. Yeaaaaah very short, and a early bedtime and timeout chair for you. After Lucifer did some instigating (literally threatening to tie them from the celling) he found out this was Mammon's doing. Let's just say, not a fun week for you and Mammon..🚶‍♂️

-Might do the rest of the brothers later ! Thank you for requesting, and I'm so sorry for deleting your whole request :[ 🥞

[tacticalhimbo]

god like. i'm sorry for being negative (not really), but watched through a video of someone doing ashura's questline and i am beyond pissed about the way it's handled. in depth spoilers below the cut for anyone who cares.

any pics are not mine, obvs, i watched a playthrough.

the ONLY ways to learn more about the "war" (the genocide of the umbraan people by the palians) is to either talk to villagers or to read a single, heavily edited book that caleri has in her library.

the villagers are of no fucking help. not a single one has any nuance to them. it's either "i was younger and didn't care because it didn't effect me", or "i was in this role and had my own things to do" (re: eshe being at the queen's side and chayne being a combat medic).

which, is a realistic scenario because we have an ongoing genocide right now, and the majority of people are turning their cheek to it because it's "just middle east/arab things" or "criticizing the israeli government is antisemitic" (it isn't).

but if singularity 6 is trying to make me like these villagers any more by removing them from the situation... it's not.

and the actual start of the war? palian government wanted to lease mines from the umbraan people to obtain more flow resources. umbraan government said no (which they are in their right to do; esp bc we don't know what else they asked for. everything we have seen about the palian monarchy/the order shows they're conniving bastards with ulterior motives... aka the usual monarchy/imperialist government)

also some not so subtle references to real world circumstances through their "overwhelming numbers matched by tunneled landscape and explosive weaponry" comments. 🤔i wonder who s6 is trying to compare the umbraan people to.

so where does ashura fall into that? oh yeah, the crown princess? the literal child? he killed her. and he didn't even bother to check his target. he just heard someone who sounded "umbraan enough" and opened fire.

and your only reaction to that? "oh, it's okay buddy :( you didn't mean to blindly open fire on what could have been a child or civilian, you were just doing your job!!! "

give me a fucking break. so then you think the quest ends, yea? no.

now you get to help him finally send a letter off to his son about how he "regrets" his "mistakes", and hold a seance to his dead wife to let him tell her about that too, i fucking guess.

and s6 gave him this whole little animated cinematic of sighing dramatically and handing the letter to auni, then turning to look up at the portrait of said dead wife like he's just done a good thing. like he's absolved of his actions and that it's all better now!!

it's totally fine that, again, he blind fired based on the assumption the umbraan voice he heard was a clear enemy, ignored the potential of it being a civilian/child/whatever. he said sorry after avoiding prosecution and (allegedly; it's hinted at through dialogs not shown) writing revisionist history!

hm. seems s6 has made their stances on things very clear. no politics unless it's being "neutral" (complicit) or trying to "see both sides" (justifying atrocity for the sake of "intellectual discussion").

and people are suggesting to write feedback to them, so if you want to do that (i know i will be), here's their form:

[bokettochild]

LU Opera AU

Links, Zeldas and other major characters run a moderately successful opera house/musical theater. Some are onstage, others are in the orchestra pit or are working Behind The Scenes (special effects, costuming, etc)

Wars is the headlining diva singer

I love it

I can see Four and Flora as like, the special effects crew, they handle anything and everything that isn't the actors and they're fantastic at it.

Lullaby is their director/the owner of the opera house, and Time is her trusty right hand who also acts as the choreography director and main stunt writer. He doesn't preform, but he runs the actors through their hoops before they can even think of stepping out onto the stage.

I see Wind less as a performer and more like the gopher, and Legend is less an actor and more a jack-of-all-trades. Costume department had a flummox? Call Legend, he'll fix it. One of the props is missing? Legend will find something you can use until that one shows up again. Someone's sick? Get a wig and a dress, Legend will fill in tonight. Just, dude does everything, but never consistently, and never without complaining at least a little.

Warriors would totally be a diva 100%, but he also works hard for it and puts his all into every role. Blood, sweat, and tears, baby, literally. He loves his work and will do whatever it takes to keep his role and status (short of harming someone else of course)

I see Twilight as playing one of two roles, or potentially both. He's the top stunt guy, but he also does the heavy lifting backstage and helps craft the sets with Four. Both are decent actors to boot, so if they need a large cast, both will fill in roles that suit them (Four ends up playing the villain a lot for some reason) as long as someone else can cover their asses in other departments (Flora had lights/sounds covered, no worries)

Wild is that one actor who plays random roles whenever is needed, and he's a comedy genius. My current manager's husband and I were in theater club together and he was brilliant with turning boring moments into comedy gold, and Wild does this 100%. He's best when paired with Fable (they make a good team in SMASH I hear) and they're a brilliant duo, although Legend threatens Wild about his sister a LOT.

Dusk and Artemis are both Warriors' most common co-stars (besides Twilight, Lullaby likes playing up their contrast with each other on stage) and Dusk takes an almost mentorly role with the younger woman. They and Warriors make up the Diva Trio of the group and are the ones who's names pull in teh most money. The only downside is that while Artemis and Wars can both sing, Dusk cannot and it's kinda acting as a road-block in her career.

For this reason, I can see Malon as a music coach Time hired (and is totally not falling in love with, what are you talking about) who kinda just works beside Ravio (their in house prop maker)to get this group of dedicated idiots to take care of themselves. not that Time's sisters and brothers (Saria and the others) don't try, but they don't work there.

Honestly, i'm running out of ideas. But to finish off Sky would be Time's best student. I mean, his sword-fighting and stunts are through the roof (sometimes literally) and he enjoys most of his work. maybe because he has a sword-fighting instructor outside of work (Fi) but that's beside the point.

Hyrule is the new kid who signed on to help Legend and Ravio with props and costumes and stuff, but he's like, really talented and crap and all the teams are trying to poach him from Leg and Rav, despite how fiercely protective of him they are. He's not exactly comfortable with the idea of performing yet, but everyone is trying to have him at least try (were this a story, warriors would try and coach him, end up mysteriously and plot-relevantly sick/injured and Hyrule would have to heroically step up and fill his role because Legend can't for some reason)

....

Okay that's all I got, sorry for the dump, but inspiration hit me like a lightning bolt to Legend's boat

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

july 7, 2021 1:15 p.m. grant's house

[colm] wait, how do you have this recipe then?

[grant] i literally don't know. i found the note with it when i moved to los angeles before and, uh, it just said "xoxo, your boyfriend" at the bottom. like i know vaguely where it came from but my memory stops there.

[grant] now stop deflecting!

[colm] you first.

[colm] but alright, alright. you know the basic shit about my life, right? single mom, dad out of the picture, three siblings all with different baby daddies, and no other family because they disowned my mother for getting pregnant with me as a teen. the white trash experience. but wait, it gets worse.

[colm] my mom’s oldest brother was kind of still there, but not in any real fashion. more like: “sure, ellen, i suppose your son can sit at the back table at my pub and watch hurley on the television until his sisters are done with their after school activities and can walk them home.”

[colm] bastard. hey, ellen, i know you’re nearly homeless and your nine year old son is reading on the internet at the library how to make macaroni and cheese for dinner for all of you while you're busy waiting tables, but i won’t come over to babysit or nothing.

[colm] still, he let me over in the afternoons and was nice enough to teach me how to pour beers and such when i was the right age to do it, so here i am.

[colm] it’s really the only skill i have. despite my degree in philosophy, i was always a terrible student. i have the worst dyslexia known to man and my other jobs in the past were doing security at an airport and moving furniture. real impressive. so, this is miles better in pay and for my sanity.

[colm] besides, if we’re getting real emotionally squishy here, i was so lonely all the time growing up. nothing’s better for your social life than your mom always out working, no other family around, and having to turn down your friends’ invitations to hang out most of the time because you have to look after your siblings.

[colm] going to my uncle’s place was the least lonely place i ever was because all the old men who came as regulars felt bad for me and would talk to me. mostly about sports, but i like sports, so that was fine. i suppose you could say this place i own makes me feel a little less lonely as well.

[grant] i'm sorry things were so–

[colm] ahh, cut that shit out, it’s fine! i'd rather the man with a mammy who beat him not apologize to me about my childhood. i'm over it. fucking sucks but whatever. at least my guardian wasn’t my biological father. that piece of shit’s in prison for life for murder.

[grant] mur–

[colm] he got in with organized crime because he was broke and out of work. oh, and he was way older than my mom. surprise, surprise. classic stab city in the 90s. he actually tried to murder my mother once after she broke up with him, too. that day's hard to forget.

[grant] man, that sounds pretty bad. like egregiously bad. major childhood trauma bad.

[colm] old ellen’s alive.

[grant] uhhhhh, well, some person out there isn’t.

[colm] people.

[grant] oh.

[grant] oh my god.

[grant] anyway, uh, i was just going to say that i'm sorry you suffered. you deserved to have your needs met and you deserved stability and safety. i know nothing can be done about the past but that’s not a fair way for a child to grow up, even if your mother has reasons and explanations for it. and you don’t have to minimize it on grounds of other people’s experiences. bad is just that: bad. it’s not the sad childhood olympics here.

[colm] i really don’t care. i left all of that behind when i came here to live with shannon. you all are very nice to me. you’re my replacement family. you all mean a lot to me.

[colm] maybe replacement sounds bad...but, ah, well...

[colm] i can't believe i'm telling anyone other than shannon any of this bullshit. i feel absolutely disgusting.

[colm] sometimes when i was younger i'd look at other families and wish i had that. i used to wonder what it was like to have a family, and i suppose i finally understand. and it's nice.

[grant] i'm glad that you know we love you. you are a part of us. you are family. hell, i love you dearly. you're a great friend and a great person and you make shannon happy, which is important.

[grant] do you ever talk to your family? like your biological family?

[colm] yes and no. i invited them to the wedding and clearly you know they came. you were there. the only one i talk to often is molly but it’s because they’re the youngest and, well, the most like me, so i try to steer them away from making the same mistakes as me. that is, please don’t become a delinquent and please tell someone you think something’s wrong with your brain when you think there is.

[colm] my mother just pisses me off. i know she loves me and always has but she tries so much harder to show it now that i'm an adult and i can’t stand it. it’s overbearing. it's like, where was all this affection twenty years ago, ellen? and my other siblings...one’s fine, the other i don’t get along with.

[colm] don’t go apologizing about that either.

[grant] i won’t. but i get it. family relationships are complicated. siblings are difficult sometimes.

[colm] do you have–

[grant] i have two sisters. and yes, i don’t talk about them, like, ever. now continue what you were saying!

[colm] don’t get me wrong, i love all of them. i'd die for them. i might not want to talk to them much but i'm not disloyal or nothing. but because i love them, i reserve the right to admit when they’re obnoxious or what they’ve done wrong. it’s a disservice to all of us to lie and say i'm so happy with them and that we get along swimmingly.

[grant] so...you’re admitting things weren’t great.

[colm] i'm alive and not all the way fucked up. that’s good enough.

[colm] but thank you. i know you mean it. you’re like shannon and you say it because you care, not because you pity me, which is what a lot of others do. i do appreciate it.

[auranova26]

Mei-Ling Design Notes and Inspiration 1/2

Unlike her younger twin, Mei-Ling actually went through a large degree of changes compared to both versions of her design in the main timeline. Honestly, went through a large degree of some research and thought to get to the current design that I now have for Mei-Ling. I hope you find some of these notes interesting and fun to read.

I say two designs, but technically Mei-Ling has like 3 designs: Vampire Hunter, the Darkstalkers OVA, and Vampire Savior. Really sad the only full body look of her VHunter design is literally her sprite. The illustration of her Hunter design from one of the covers of a Street Fighter vs. Darkstalkers comic by Udon is quite the beautiful pin up shot, but makes the mistake of giving her the bracelets she has as part of VSAV design. Oops.

Her design is honestly not that different in the OVA compared to her VHunter design. Only big differences are the color of her clothes under her robes, her pants being a different color, the main color of her robe being a defined orange color, and how her hat is both taller and is both orange and yellow. Actually, sounds like a lot really, but design of the clothes themselves are not that different.

Her VSAV design is a general overhaul of the Hunter design. I can only imagine the reason that was done is because they had to animate her for the 'Detached Souls' Dark Force and it might have been a major pain in the ass to animate her robe and sleeves. It isn't bad, but I hate the hat and prefer her robe being open rather than closed. It is genuinely surprising that despite being a non-playable character, the team gave her a different design. A nice consolation.

OH RIGHT, I need to talk about what my thought process was. Sorry, just needed to note all the interesting design things regarding her different designs. So, I generally have stuck with the design she had in VHunter as I just prefer it more compared to her VSAV design. I might have given a jab to the artist who made that pin up of her for that Udon comic. Let me retract that cause I did basically the same thing when I first started drawing her back in 2020. Tweaked the colors here and there to my liking and made her sleeves not as large, but generally the same idea.

Later on, added a little detail on her clothes that I saw an artist by the name of Murai do with her interpretation. This won't be the last I will bring up this artist, hoo boi.

At one point, I changed the sash around Mei-Ling's waste to be an Obi Sash as to make things easier for me.

Around mid 2021, when I was getting more serious about my Cryas Darkstalkers mythos and even further with my love and obsession with the Shao sisters, I went about the process of giving them a makeover, truly trying to give them distinct enough designs. While Hsien-Ko was not too different as her core design was basically near perfect, there was a lot of room for change for Mei-Ling. I mean hell, she had different official designs anyway, what is stopping me from going ham. I mean hecc, look at this concept sketch when they were considering her design change from VHunter to VSAV. Quite a bit of thought. However, I wanted to go further.

Since I wanted to flesh out the sisters, I went about thinking about their potential heritage, the time period they were alive in during the Qing Dynasty, women's fashion at the time for the potential social status they could have been in at the time, the occupation they were training for, and the fact that…well they are Chinese. Since Mei-Ling gives the vibe of being very into her culture and wanting to maintain it, I wanted her clothing to both show off her heritage and her role as a Xianshushi Mystic. Hsien-Ko is said to be more 'modern' in her mannerisms compared to her older twin, so why not have Mei-Ling be more traditional. The first thing to get us on track is to start at the beginning. Mei-Ling and Hsien-Ko were born in 1730 in China during the Qing Dynasty period. In my research and with corroboration with a friend of mine, I decided that the Shao sisters would be a mix of Han and Manchu, two ethnic groups that were the most prevalent at the time period. Their mother was Manchu while their father was Han. However, since their father was killed before they were born, they were more influenced in the ways of the Manchu people as they grew up. The Shao family in themselves are not among the imperial courts or the elite. However, because they have provided a great service over the centuries, they are given more leniency and not treated like the common folk. Plus, with eventually being trained to become Xiānshù warriors as their mother saw great potential in them, that helped to influence them as well.

To start with, let us begin with the robe. So, to my understanding in the main timeline Mei-Ling was generally based on the idea of Daoist priest attire. Doing some searches, jiangshi films did feature such priest like characters with that general idea, even with the color. However, I wanted to do a bit more looking. In my search, the open robe design that her VHunter and my design go with is something referred to a beizi (褙子).

Some parts of Daoism do have their priest having an open robe design, but also the beizi in general was a form of wear that the Chinese people did wear.

It was around during the time of the Qing Dynasty and according to Wikipedia, it was something that was dominant among the Han women of the time. A nice way to acknowledge her Han roots. Yellow doesn't seem to be really a thing with actual Daoist priests' attire, but it just fits Mei-Ling so well, I stuck with that color. While the beizi is prominent with having long sleeves, I decided to trim it down enough to where it ends past her elbow, kinda like her VSAV robe's sleeve length. Ey, giving some credit to that design. As for the trimming, this card I came across showed it in a neat way where it is actually not just flat but has some dimension to it. I liked that and went with it, along with the idea of the trimming being orange.

The hat is loosely based on a hat known as a guānjīn, shown on the far left of this image.

The main timeline version was certainly not one to one about it. But honestly, I like the stylized, simpler idea, so I used that as a base. I took a lot of observations and notes from the way the OVA hat is drawn. However, I just prefer the hat to be one color, so I stuck with yellow. I liked the yin-yang symbol as well, so kept that too.

Another minor detail about Mei-Ling's beizi are these almost padded looking pieces of cloth that follow her trapezius to around the middle of her shoulder. Honestly, I just made them up. These concept sketches I made show me coming up with the idea as I was thinking of her design. It just looks cool and neat.

On to the garment underneath.

With the Shao sisters also being Manchu, this is where some of the influence kicks in. The Manchu wore a set of clothing known as 旗裝 (qízhuāng). The specific kind that the sisters wear falls under something known as Bianfu (便服). Mei-Ling's bianfu is stylized to be a robe that is the length of a magua.

The sleeves are loose and long enough to reach her wrists. The main part of the robe is rich red color while having trimmings and a collar of a lavender color. Contrasts nicely against her beizi.

You may be curious what is going on with the cloth around her waist. Honestly, it was only put there mostly to help solve an issue I had with Mei-Ling's design: the bagua mirror. So, in this shot from the OVA, it is held up by a set of straps.

Ok, fair enough. But the issue is that nothing from the front suggest that those straps even exist. The mirror may as well just be magnetically attached to her a la video game style. In my concept phase, I was wondering what to do. One thing I did notice that was really cool was from the story 'Monsters and the Secret of Immortality'.

Granted, the design of Mei-Ling in that story is wildly different from any incarnation of Mei-Ling, but it presented a neat idea: her mirror was holstered at her waist. Not only that, but it did also look a lot more like a bagua mirror in its design. The mirror's design in this story set the base for how I design the mirror, though I only have two rows rather than the typical three. However, she is wearing attire that doesn't really fit with either her Han or Manchu roots, so I needed to come up with something more fitting to her culture. In my research, I did stumble on something that fascinated me.

What you see is not the original image that inspired me, but still illustrates the idea. Cloth at the waist held in place by a ribbon. I honestly don't know if that idea of garment has a name, but it struck a chord: Have the mirror hang around her waist.

Unlike any official design of Mei-Ling and to differentiate herself from Hsien-Ko, I decided to switch from the baggy trousers to a more straight cut pair. Looks nice and smooth and still goes along with the kind of trousers they wore in that time era. The color I chose just honestly meshed well with her bianfu, plus is warm compared the cool colors of the trim of her bianfu.

While the wristbands she has for her VSAV design are cool looking, something about them just doesn't mesh well with what Mei-Ling is supposed to be. While yes, she is a weapon master (and likely taught Hsien-Ko all she knew about weapons), she is presented more as the mystic of the duo. They look rough and tough. Honestly, would look better on Hsien-Ko in all honestly since she is in the thick of battle. However, I still wanted her to have something at her wrist. I chose to go with a simple orange jewel bead wristband. Simple and elegant for her.

So, if the mirror was moved to hanging around her waist, is there nothing at her back? For a while, there wasn't anything. But eventually, the idea of putting some kind of design back there did come to mind. Eventually, I landed on this design.

Her ref sheet goes into to detail about it, but to put it simply dragons have a big thing with their family considering their mother upon using the Art of Unusual Transformation turned into one. According to what I found via searching Japanese sources, primarily the Japanese Wikipedia entry for Hsien-Ko, there is mention of their mother transforming into a golden dragon. That is very cool since the OVA and a few anthology stories show this.

Mei-Ling's official hairstyle is best described as a bob cut. I went with the OVA as a general base, but slowly overtime adjusted it.

On both sides of her hair and near her hairline, there are these basically fangs. Despite her being more human in appearance, I thought it was still a nice idea to subtlety add some mildly wild elements to her since she is non-human. A bit crazier are these two pincer locks of hair. Honestly, I just took what was already part of her official design and exaggerated it into something cool. For some asymmetry, one is larger than the other. As for the general shape of her hair, I did fan it out more for volume as to make her hair different from her human form.

Mei-Ling's general body shape. Honestly, besides making her distinct from Hsien-Ko as they are both fraternal twins, I just wanted to really make her unbelievably beautiful. In a way, considering hardly anyone gives her the time of day because she is non playable, I just like the idea that she is actually very voluptuous and gorgeous. So that is why she has the general proportions she has. I wouldn't say she is skinny or the typical anime proportions: She is just fit, well endowed, and curvy. Among the Cryas DS cast, the only character that is around her breast and butt size is Felicia. As for why she also has tone to some parts of her body, the fact is she was conceptualized with that as you can see with this concept sketch of her official design. Mei-Ling has just about everything going for her in terms of looks.

Whenever she has appeared in games or media, Mei-Ling has had a multitude of different eye colors. I personally just stuck with green, like the OVA did. Green just looks nice on her, really makes her face mesmerizing. Specifically, I wanted the shades of her eyes to be more of like jade.

For now, will need to end things here for the first part of this design blog as I have used the permitted 30 images for a blog and the last bits require more images to explain things. So be sure to head to part 2, the final part right here:

[just-jordie-things]

This year is literal HELL.

Okay, to better explain and understand why this year is hell on Earth for me, you need to know how the Italian school works.

We have 5 years elementary, 3 years middle school and 5 years of high school. I'm currently in 3rd grade middle school. Italian high schools are not all the same. Each one has like a major (kind of like college in America). That means that we have to choose a high school major this year in January (and I have absolutely no idea what I should choose).

But the worst part? We have an exam at the end of this year. I'M ALREADY FREAKING OUT.

Now take all this, and smash it togheter with the teachers that constantly remind you of this.

It is not funny I don't recommend.

(this probably leaked my age, but fuck it)

that does sound really stressful and i’m sorry that you’re going through it. i hope things clear up and get better soon.

i was not aware of your age and i’m sorry for interacting in the past— but truthfully i’m uncomfortable interacting with someone so much younger than me. i have stated multiple times in the past that im ok with minors reading my fics, but i just will not be comfortable with talking with someone so young on the internet, i don’t think it’s appropriate.

i don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings but please understand and respect this boundary 🫶

[papirouge]

papi, I keep hearing about how evil women who want divorce will learn what it means to be lonely but most divorced women I know seem happy to be single or if they do pursue romantic partners, they don't end up marrying them. meanwhile divorced men are far likelier to remarry

a lot of this rhetoric just sounds like a cope, like most manosphere stuff is. like they'll assume every woman seeking divorce is doing it for entirely selfish reasons and take great (and perverse) delight in thinking of her being miserable somewhere down the line. I am sorry but what sex has entire movements obsessing about being miserable and lonely? most women's movements are about looking forward and improving themselves and society, or about being away from men, men's movements meanwhile seem very vindictive and focused on punishing women for not wanting to be around them anymore. it's like MGTOW... most MGTOW and MGTOW-adjacent social media content I ever see are about how mad women make them lmao and you could say the same for feminism, but at least that's grounded in women having grievances against male-run civilizations treating women poorly. the manosphere has like two legitimate points and the rest is just "I'm so mad I can't get a girlfriend"

then there are those who think women shouldn't get anything in a divorce settlement, as if every married woman is a stay at home wife and only her husband is bringing in money... I'm sorry but most women contribute financially to their households nowadays. so why is she supposed to get nothing in a settlement?? is that not her property too lmao

like, idk, I've never known a woman who wanted to get a divorce for no reason, or worse just to make her husband sad lmao (I've heard stories of people seeking divorce out of spite but it seems split pretty evenly between the sexes). three of my female relatives divorced because their husbands either became abusive or started cheating, and divorced female friends of mine have similar stories, that their husband was a piece of crap. but the divorce was a last resort, they tried to make things work before giving up entirely. there are absolutely women who ruin their marriages (I've known women like this too) but the way people just vilify EVERY divorced woman and blame her for the failure of the marriage is weird to me

sorry for the rant. I hope you're doing well

Hi ! yeah I'm doing well - currently trying to edit my next youtube video but my laptop is so slow I'm lowkey losing it lol

Of course all of this is a major cope. Reality & stats actually prove that MEN are those suffering the most from female rejection : Dating app are dominated by males, clubs have to offer free entry for women to appeal to them, males literally created a movement to whine about how they couldn't get laid.... Men ACTIVELY pursue women, but they're trying to gaslight women into thinking that it's the opposite and that if they don't lower their standards, they're going to end up old and alone, when none of this is backed up by actual reality. Don't you find interesting that those incel NEVER bring up actual objective evidence about "women hitting the wall" ? they only bring up older men age preference, but NOTHING about how actual WOMEN live their singleness at older age. It's just pure projection ; they assume that because older like younger women, then older women feel misrable about, which is untrue. Actually, those men are the first to seethe at silly tiktok of childless mature women enjoying their life..... Sorry but their behavior betrays their words. Meanwhile, there are plentiful data available about how men outnumber women in dating app- and let's not forget sexual violence because men "need" women for their sexual depravity. So it's pretty obvious which sex is actually desperate to find companionship.

Say what you want about feminist, but at least they're consistent in advocating for a certain emotional independence from men (there's a whole discourse about removing ourselves from the male gaze, internal misogyny, etc.) but most male activist movement are seething against women.....while actively seeking fulfillment FROM women. It creates a cognitive dissonance (those men seek to dominate women, but by relying on female sexual availability, it ultimately makes them dominated by women) that why Which is pretty funny to witness considering that those men pretend being the rational sex....🙃 That's why female movement like FDS/hypergamy are actively attacked by men (FDS reddit got routinely raided by scrotes to the point they left the platform) because they are threatened by the idea of women elevating their standards, because that would mean even less sexually available women for them. It's no coincidence MGTOW caught less traction than the incel movement (+ all these dating coach/"how to become an alpha male" grifters) because the former is for men trying to remove themselves from dating women, but men cannot stop themselves from being reliant on women sexually speaking, so they'd rather whine about it online than learn to seek independence.

[muzzled-kelevra]

I would say look into IFS (Internal Family Systems) parts first, alongside the Theory Of Structural Dissociation. These are both good places to start since so many people don't realize that *everyone on earth* has parts. PTSD, CPTSD, and BPD are the most notable ones in the lower parts of the theory, and although IFS is a type of therapy, it's still good to educate on how the brain has parts of self.

Some of the major questions, however, when questioning DID is part of the DSM-5 criteria. Do you have daily amnesia? Amnesia for childhood memories? Did you endure constant trauma rather than a few that you couldn't escape from? Around the ages 6-9 or before? Stuff like that. Dissociation is a massive part of the disorder. So is PTSD and lots of confusion and uncertainty.

Typing quirks doesn't always mean alters btw. I see that a lot with younger systems who have a wide variety of typing quirks and it always feels a little odd to me. But you do you, typing quirks isn't required to be a system. It's personal preference but it shouldn't be what distinguishes you from other parts. Neither should names. Not all parts will have names. I went through over 250 names trying to figure out my identity and I can tell you only like 2 of them might have been alters. I still don't know for sure cause I haven't met them but I've seen myself use the names online and have little to no recollection of them.

Some of this doesn't outright sound like DID to me though. There's a lot of things it could be but the things that strike me as odd is how you can consciously switch, without amnesia, with different names and typing etc that you already know. Yes, there's OSDD, Partial DID, UDD, etc, but I would say start with researching into parts in the theory and such. Write down in a journal your experiences. If it happens when you don't want it to, you're likely not faking. It could also be a ton of other disorders.

Here's the DSM-V if you want to look into more proper research though. I've got a massive Google doc about OSDDID so I'll send some research from those as well.

Definitely dig into research before coming to any conclusions. Keep in mind that DID is covert and you're not supposed to know about the system. You're not likely to have immediate communication or know your headspace or your alters at first. I'm just letting you know even though I do personally think it could be something else. Got educate the peeps, yk 💪

It could also just be figuring out your identity alone. Idk how old you are but assuming you're a teenager that's literally very normal. I did it too and I can say for sure some of that was def not DID 💀

I hope this helps though! I'm sorry to hear you went through that. As a trauma blog I'm open to people venting if you ever need an ear.

You're welcome to follow @hiraeth-inquiry for research and the server when it opens.

DSM-V

Theory of Structural Dissociation

Dissociative Experiences Scale Diagnostic Tool (something I've learned in my research is that scores any higher than 60 presents symptoms of fictitious DID)

What Is IFS?

dear systems(?) of tumblr; (a genuine ask/vent)

i've been showing signs of dissociative identity disorder, and would like to know what people who do have the disorder see my experience as. disclaimer; i have not done much research on dissociative identity disorder, and i am tagging this with tags related to the content of the vent to reach an audience with actual knowledge on dissociative identity disorder, not because i think i have it. i hope that the way i tag doesnt offend people.

buffer for s/a(?), gaslighting, and ed mention also in case you dont wanna hear my sob story and want to know my actual ask, the actual ask is highlighted. the tldr is in red

so, when i was not even ten, my younger sisters would lick my boobs and try humping me and holding me down to slap my bare buttcheeks. my parents didn't help me at all, they said that they're too young to know it was sexual and i should set my own boundaries. i've had dreams about it but im unsure whether i should actually label it as s/a since my sisters are younger than me and less mature. i've also been told small things like "this song is called (example)" only to be told "i've never heard of that song, no it's called (example 2)" since i was 5. this has led to me questioning my identity, and not in the "im not cishet" way, and more of the "how old am i? am i even fourteen? was i even born as (deadname)?" way where i dont know my surroundings. until i was 6-7, i would assume everything i believed was a dream and end every sentence with "but yeah it was probably just a dream and not real". and then, there's my sisters body shaming me AT EIGHT until i started showing signs of bulimia and anorexia (although, my experiences have only aligned with certain systems and i have never seen a therapist, im NOT saying im diagnosed). they would make fun of my for my boobs, stomach, arms, etc.

i've been having multiple "personalities"? not really identities. i mean, the ones i make a distinction with (such as my blogs; i have three blogs right now) use different names and pronouns. but there are other ones with different habits and typing quirks. they never really manifest irl (other than my names, but all the ppl irl know (not my family) is that i go by salem, millie, and eris). sometimes, i dont want to speak at all, sometimes i talk way too much, other times, "i talk liek thizz :333 X333". my main blog, starrinymph, (even tho i dont use it much) goes by ambrose; but i go by ambrose a lot online. this blog (celestiallyslimy) goes by orion, daughterofnoridoorman, for fictionkin content, goes by sage, uzi, and v. it feels weird to put my names/pronouns that i use on one blog on another but i've been doing it anyways because i want to be consistent. but, even when im using a different personality than my basic one, i dont have gaps in my memory. i can switch between these identities voluntarily, but once it happens subconsiously (i dont know a better word), it doesnt really go away. and if i purposefully try and suppress it, then, i start getting anxious, and get the need to pick at my skin and hair. its also sometimes like i can hear different "people" in my head. if it helps, i've also shown signs of other disorders from many quizzes (i would get a professional diagnosis if i could), such as schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, depression, borderline personality disorder, adhd, and more.

tldr; i've had experiences at the age where i was supposed to develop that many would consider to be "traumatic". i am wondering if me having multiple personalities (which i can choose to act as, but can not actively switch out of if it happens on its own, and usually only has changes in typing/ minor changes in personality) may be a sign of dissociative identity disorder.

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Helsinki chapter 11: Hyung?

Helsinki syndrome is a term sometimes used incorrectly in place of Stockholm syndrome. It’s use in literature is often ironic and deliberate and literally means when a captive refuses to cooperate with their captor.

Summary: A war of wits does have some rules too. But if one party refuses to acknowledge the sacred rule of leaving family out of it, the other must retaliate stronger to quell any such advances for the future… Or at least that’s what Min Yoongi told himself when he abducted Kim Namjoon’s younger sister. That was before he realized that this elaborate game of chess didn’t have just two players and before he had promised Namjoon he’d keep her safe, But also before he realized that one month was enough to leave his whole life in chaos.

Genre: MAFIA AU, slight yandere themes, smut, a happy sprinkling of fluff/comfort, and a truckload of ANGST.

WARNINGS: Guns. Lots of gun action, please be cautious. Major character gets shot. High speed chase. Crying. Fainting.

Pairing: Main pairing: Mafia!MIN YOONGI X READER

Others include: Collegeboyfriend!Hosoek x reader + Mafia!Taehyung x reader + Kidnapper!Seokjin x reader.

Word count: 6k words

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A/n: I MISSED YOU GUYS SO MUCH 😭😭 I promise, I'll try to be more regular with my updates. Honestly I missed there two idiots so much. Infact, all these idiots. This chapter was an adrenaline rush to write, I hope it translated well.

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You were exhausted. You had slept uneasily on the plane ride home. And now, you sat stoic in the backseat of the car that some chauffeur had brought, which Yoongi had ushered you into, opting to sit beside you so that Taehyung, who he was still fuming at, would have no choice but to cast a dejected glance your way and settle into the passenger side.

You had no idea which city you were going towards, all you knew was that you were back on Korean soil. And that was the only comfort you had, heart still heavy because you missed Mrs. Fen. You debated asking Yoongi where you were, especially because you had a feeling he’d tell you anything at the moment, with the way he was constantly looking over at you with concerned eyes, and not being subtle about it at all. But you knew that you had to make things right with Taehyung first. He had been silent and miserable the whole plane ride and you were too tired to do anything about it, even though it was your fault.

“Taehyung?” you called.

His head snapped back immediately. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. I just had a lot of pent up emotions and they all came out because of something-” you paused, aware of the way not only Taehyung, but also Yoongi were staring at you, “-completely unrelated.”

Taehyung smiled softly at you. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s alright.”

You felt slight relief, and left it at that. It was enough for now anyways.

“Yoongi?” you turned to him. Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat. This was the first time you’d called him by his name. It might be the fact that you had sounded so tired saying it, but Yoongi just wanted to tuck you into a comfortable bed and swaddle you in blankets and comfort.

Instead, he opted for a “Yes?”

“Where are we?”

He smiled softly. There was no hesitation on his part to tell you this time around. “Gwangju.” it fell off his tongue easily, because he trusted you enough.

Gwangju?

The world imploded on itself. Of all the cities in the world?

You sighed dejectedly. You couldn’t be any more upset than you already were. And so, the fact that you were literally rolling into Hoseok’s hometown, hours after having a mental breakdown about how much you missed him, didn’t faze you much anymore. Instead, you only hugged Yoongi’s black hoodie closer to you, hoping to all things holy in this universe, that you wouldn’t run into him here. For as long as you were with Yoongi, there was no happiness for Hoseok near you.

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The penthouse was everything the mansion was not. Ultra modern and minimalistic, with a view of the city’s skyline that lit up brighter than the stars at night.

And absolutely void of a soul or anything to do.

You stood at the massive floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, looking up at the night sky, and refusing to look at the city that twinkled merrily beneath you. You heard footsteps behind you and looked back to see a sleepy Yoongi coming to stand beside you.

“Jet lag?” he asked.

“No. I took a nap when we got here. So I’m not sleepy yet. What about you?” you said, a little endeared at his ruffled hair and oversized t-shirt. You knew how soft his hair felt against your skin and how soft and cuddly he was when he woke up. And so, you were warmer to him than you usually would be.

“Jet lag.” he said decisively.

“Don’t you fly a lot? Does jet lag still bother you?” you asked, looking back out at the sky, craning to get a better view of the moon.

“It does when I don’t have somewhere to rush to.” he shrugged.

“You know both of you don’t have to stand guard over me at all times right? I’m not going to run away.” you turned to look at him. He smiled at you. “We’re not just standing guard over you. Our business is going about well, and since you being here and being safe is such an important part of it, we’re technically still at work. And this,” he gestured at you, “is the longest I've ever worked. I mean it’s 2 am.”

You giggled softly. “Well, I beg your pardon for all the extra trouble Mr. Min.” you bowed your head.

“You’re no trouble kitten.” he said, half to himself.

A few beats of companionable silence passed. “You’re always on about my safety. I get that you value your word and you promised Namjoon oppa I’d be safe, but how did he convince you to be so obsessive?” you turned to him.

Yoongi raised a brow, “It’s only natural being scared for your loved ones y/n. I would be the same if Taehyung was in danger.”

You frowned. If what he said was true, that would mean he actually cared about Namjoon’s suffering. That seemed highly unlikely to you.

“Yoongi?”

“Yes?”

“I’d like to talk to him.”

“Now?”

“If that’s possible.”

He didn’t waste time replying. Almost instantly, his hand flew to his pocket to retrieve his phone, flipping it open to dial a familiar number. He handed you the phone, your heart thudding in anxiety and excitement.

It rang a couple of times, and then a deep “Hello?” greeted you.

“Oppa.” you sighed.

“Y/n-ie? Oh my God, are you okay? I never heard a word about you after that night. I was so worried. Are you okay? How are you calling me? Did you run away?”

“No, I didn’t run away. I asked to speak to you.” you said.

“And… he let you?” Namjoon sounded surprised.

“Mhm…”

“Are you okay little one? Is he keeping his word?” Namjoon sounded so defeated, it made you unbearably sad. You wanted to reassure him that both of you were doing the best you could given the conditions, and that he shouldn’t be beating himself up too much about it.

“He is, oppa. I just wanted to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“I miss you.” you breathed.

“I miss you too y/n-ie. We all do.” Namjoon’s voice broke.

“Did-” the question you so desperately wanted to ask as Gwangju sparkled in front of your eyes, died on your lips when you caught Yoongi’s soft gaze. You couldn’t fool yourself too much. Those were a predator’s eyes, you knew. Asking about Hoseok would not be wise, at all. You pursed your lips.

“Did- you eat well?” you asked instead.

“Did you?” your brother asked dejectedly.

“I will if you do.” you said softly, using the same dialogue you’d use on him when he’d stay up at night studying for his academy exams and you studied for your college entrance ones, both of you having skipped dinner. But when you brought him a tray of reheated leftovers and said you hadn’t eaten either, because you’d eat if he did, Namjoon would drop whatever he was doing and sit to have a meal with you. A sad chuckle on the other end confirmed that he was also thinking of the same memory.

“Stay healthy for me little one, there are people waiting for you to come back well to us.” he said gently.

“I will.” you said.

“I miss you.” he repeated.

“I feel better now that I’ve heard your voice oppa. I might make it through a few more days.”

“You’re my strong little fighter. I’m sure you’ll beat Min’s ass if he bugs you too much. You have my permission to.” he joked to ease the tension.

You hummed, a strange peace settling over your whole body. “I’ll sleep now.”

“Goodnight, little one.” he said softly, almost a whisper.

“Goodnight oppa.” you lingered till he disconnected the call. Handing the phone back to Yoongi, your heart felt substantially lighter.

“Thank you Min.”

He smiled softly, taking the phone from you as the silence extended again, your heart much more at peace now.

“I’m sorry for all the stuff I said earlier. You didn’t deserve all that, there at least.” you shrugged, the apology coming easier now that you felt a little sleepier, words coming easy.

Yoongi chuckled. “I'm used to you being a fireball kitty. I wasn’t as phased as you’d think.”

Your stomach flipped at the soft pet name. Sleepy Yoongi was definitely something else. “Well then I guess I’ll go to bed. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight kitten.” he whispered after you as you disappeared into your new room.

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The days passed with absolutely nothing to do. After the first day, when you realized that Yoongi was gone for the entire day, and even Taehyung was cooped up in his room, his voice audible sometimes when he’d be on the phone, you decided that was what you’d do too. You had brought a couple of books back from Shanghai and those now littered your bed, as you sat criss cross on the rug, reading.

A knock at the door got your attention. “Yeah?” you looked up.

“Taehyung told me you were inside all day. Did you eat?” Yoongi stood in the doorway, dressed in a tailored black suit, his tie loosened around his neck and his hair styled sleek. You looked out the window, at the dimming light of dusk.

“Um… I didn’t realize it was this late.” you answered truthfully, straightening your cramped legs in front of you, wincing slightly.

Yoongi held you in an amused gaze. You really were the strangest creature he had come across in all his years. He took a step towards you, holding out his hand to take. You gratefully accepted his hand, pulling yourself up and holding onto it as circulation returned to your legs.

Yoongi’s hand felt heavy in yours. Heavy yet firm and grounding. You felt his veins under your fingers, the pale, smooth skin not doing much to hide their blue tint. There was comfort in that grip, one that you had never felt before. One that made you feel a little braver despite your circumstances, and made you trust him a little more.

He was silent, letting you hold on as long as it took for you to get ready to take a step.

“So what’s for dinner?” you asked him, aware that there was no housekeeper here who would do the cooking.

“I ordered bibimmyeon.” he answered, making you realize it had been long since you had Korean food. You nodded, finally dropping his hand, and making your way out.

Yoongi stood there for a moment, taking in the lingering warmth of your hand in his, before the phantom sensation faded away and he turned to join you and Taehyung.

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I CAN'T HELP IT, THIS IS WHERE IT ALL GOES TO SHITTTT 😭😭👉🏻👈🏻

“We need to go get groceries.” you padded over to Taehyung’s room, and knocked at his door, that was open for once. He looked up from his desk, looking at you all over once.

“What do you mean, we?” he asked bluntly.

“Well, we need groceries and since you’re the only one at home, I thought I was supposed to ask you.” you shrugged.

“You are,” he nodded, “But I'll go get them.”

“I wanna come with.” you crossed your arms.

“Absolutely not.” he said, turning in his chair to face you head on.

“Taehyung!” you whined, “What was the point of bringing me back to Korea if you weren’t even going to let me step out? The mansion was better than this, at least I had Mrs.Fen!”

He paused to consider you, at that. You tilted your head at him, “We’ll be back before you know it.” you egged a little more.

“Hyung will beat me up if something goes wrong.” he mumbled.

“What could?” you countered.

You have no idea. Taehyung thought to himself, but looked up at you and nodded, “Okay, go get dressed, I’ll be out in a minute, I just have to finish this.”

You beamed at him. “Okay!” you said happily, rushing off to your room. As you pulled out one of the lilac dresses Taehyung had bought you, you couldn’t help but think about how you had never considered that going for a grocery run would be the extent of your interactions with the outside world. You, who had always been the outgoing type. One to arrange meetups with your friends over the weekends at all the cafes your university boasted, you who took your mother to shopping sprees and tea dates, and would often drag your brother out to get coffee or ice cream when the weather cleared after a long gloomy spell. The energy with which you had sprinted into the room, dulled a little.

Slipping into the dress, you reminded yourself about one thing that your father had always told you. “Make the most of whatever you have.”

Taehyung’s stomach did a little flip when you slipped out, looking all demure and feminine in your wonderful purple dress, your hair tied up into a ponytail. He realized you must be craving human interaction. He knew well enough that he had been ignoring you, after that incident in the garden, and Yoongi was rarely home. The comment about Mrs. Fen was what had gotten to his heart, in the first place. No one deserved to be this lonely.

“We’ll get ice cream later, how about that?” he nudged your arm as both of you put on your shoes. The twinkle in your eyes told him all he needed to know about how you felt about that.

‘Hyung, I’m taking y/n out to the shops, she had to buy some things, and we’ll get ice cream later. I’ll keep her safe, but thought I’d let you know.’ Taehyung’s text sat on Yoongi’s screen. It was unassuming and honest, but Yoongi simply couldn’t shake off the feeling that something bad might happen. Over the course of the next two hours, he’d find himself absentmindedly debating if he should just go to both of you, but would shake it off, thinking about how dumb and overbearing that would be. Until he couldn’t shake it off anymore.

You placed the last jar of kimchi into the almost full cart, and wheeled it towards Taehyung, who was standing in front of a whole line of different flavored popcorns, deciding what to pick. He looked adorably out of place with his dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up and pressed trousers and shiny shoes, standing in the middle of the aisle trying to figure out if he wanted caramel popcorn or the chocolate kind. You giggled at the sight, making him look at you. He shot you a sweet smile, he did have such a beautiful smile. You found yourself waddling towards him, trying to make him laugh, your own little laughs falling past your lips.

Taehyung was laughing with you, eyes crinkling and voice rising in octaves as you approached him with the silly look on your face, not letting up just yet.

His eyes easily roamed a little over your shoulder as he was admiring you fondly, and then his smile instantly dropped, all mirth draining from his face.

You, who were practically beside him at that point, got whiplash from whatever show of duality that was and made to turn back to see what it was that had affected Taehyung like that. But before you could turn around, Taehyung's hands were on your wrists and he immediately pulled you behind him, flipping both of you so now you faced his broad back, hidden behind his tall frame and he faced whoever had stood behind you moments ago.

“Seokjin Hyung.” Taehyung nodded.

“Taehyungie!” a foreign, almost singsong voice cooed at Taehyung. You frowned, still unaware as to who this Seokjin was, but heart beating erratically at the reaction Taehyung had shown. “What brings you here?” he continued.

Taehyung was stiff and unmoving. “A man’s gotta eat hyung.” he answered, even his tone strained.

Seokjin glanced down at the cart, then looked back at Taehyung’s stoic face and then looked lower, to the crease in his shirt at the side where you were gripping him, and the shuffle of your feet behind him. “And who’s this lovely lady?” he asked.

His tone was so soft and gentle, but upon enquiry about yourself, you felt an involuntary tremor run through you. You weren’t stupid. You knew well that anyone who knew about Taehyung was someone you didn’t want to know about you.

“A friend.” the tall man in front of you replied simply.

Seokjin hummed, his curiosity piqued. “A special friend, I see.”

Taehyung shrugged.

“Let’s meet her then, come on.”

Your heart sank.

“Where are your manners little one, greet you elders, come along.” the poisonously sweet voice addressed you. You tightened your hold on Taehyung’s shirt.

One of his hands gently came behind his back, palm side up. A sign of comfort. You didn’t know what to do. But in all honesty, neither did Taehyung.

His heart was beating, a single bead of sweat running down his temple as his mind contemplated all the possibilities of what to do now. Of all the stupid things he had thought could happen by bringing you out of the house, running into his oldest, disowned brother was the last thing he had thought of.

You took Taehyung’s hand, eyes focused on the ground beneath you and moved to come into Seokjin’s line of sight.

“Taehyung!” You had never been more relieved to hear Yoongi’s voice in all your life. Your knees nearly gave way at the relief that flooded into you.

“Hyung!” even Taehyung’s tight shoulders visibly eased in front of you and Seokjin was the one who stiffened and met Yoongi’s approaching form with an ice cold glare.

“Well, if it isn’t the family disgrace.” Seokjin shot at Yoongi.

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi was quick to retaliate.

“The last time I checked, you didn’t own this supermarket Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi came to stand behind you, fingers grazing the outside of your arm, and also pushing you back behind Taehyung, the physical touch calming you down like it always did. Something about him was magical, but you would have to ponder on that sometime later. For now, you were content to take a step back and peek from between the shoulders of the two hunky men who stood in front of you.

“I don’t. And apparently, we’re done here. So don’t let us hold you up, hyung.” he nearly seethed at the last word, venom dripping from his words. Seokjin, who you could now see was a miraculously handsome specimen of a man, tilted his head and caught your eye, smirking a little, before looking Yoongi right in the eye again. “I’ll see you around dongsaeng.”

“I sincerely hope not.” Yoongi turned, grabbing your arm and swiftly turning you around with him, your legs moving in step with him before you could realize. Taehyung stood holding Seokjin’s eyes for a moment longer, before he grabbed the shopping cart and swiftly made his exit too.

Yoongi flew past the checkout counter, mumbling to you that Taehyung would pay and get the groceries home. He sped up even more as soon as you both were out in the open parking lot, moving determinedly and swiftly to his Palisade.

“What was that about?” you asked, rushing behind him. He didn’t answer, instead held the passenger door open for you, and slammed it shut as soon as you got in. You flinched at the force, wide eyes following him as he crossed to his side and slid in, turning the engine on. His hand reached to his belt and pulled out the object of your nightmares, a black revolver. You visibly blanched, panicked eyes looking at him.

“I’m sorry y/n, but I need to have this accessible right now. Look outside if it bothers you too much.” You could tell he was trying to be considerate despite his panicked motions, so you decided not to push it, and trained your eyes on the exit of the store. Yoongi too, was looking that way, slowly pulling out.

Soon enough, Taehyung walked out, holding two big bags of grocery, that he swiftly tossed in the trunk of his black Nissan that both of you had rode there. He caught Yoongi’s eyes for a swift moment,and you saw apologies in his eyes, but then as he made his way to his driver’s side, Yoongi was pulling out speedily and you were on the road, going the opposite direction that you had come from, Taehyung visible in the rearview mirror.

Incoming call, Taehyung. flashed across the screen in front of you and Yoongi attended, a string of curse words tumbling out of his lips the instant the call connected. “How did that bastard follow us here?”

“I don’t think he followed us hyung. This time around it was just an ugly twist of fate.” Taehyung said, sounding as urgent as Yoongi did.

Your stomach was doing cartwheels by now, as you scratched the area between your thumb and index finger that was raw by now, as the car glided between other cars at speeds you didn’t dare look at.

“Split up at the next intersection and meet me after you cross the stream a little further, we’ll switch.” Yoongi said, teeth clenched.

“Is he following us?” you asked meekly, still scared at the granite set of Yoongi’s jaw and his icy glare at the road ahead.

Yoongi nodded. Ice cold fear settled into your being. “Why?” you asked.

“Seokjin isn’t exactly someone who has reasons to do what he does,” Taehyung’s voice sounded from the speaker, “He loves to tease people. Us, specifically. He separated from us years ago, and has been a thorn in our side since then. If he takes a fancy to something, which is more often than not something we have, he goes to the ends of the earth to snatch it from us.”

“Why?”

“To spite us.” Yoongi answered this time. “Simply to spite us.”

“And… does he want me?” you asked, refusing to believe you were suddenly this popular.

“He probably didn’t approach Taehyung with that in mind, but our reaction must have set him off. The way we sheltered you from even his gaze, he was intrigued to say the least. He won’t let it go this easily.” Yoongi replied, flying past the intersection he had told Taehyung to split at.

In the rearview mirror, you saw Taehyung exit the highway, and a deep sense of unease wrecked you. You felt like you had left Taehyung defenseless to fight alone if Seokjin followed him. You wished he would follow you, because if harm came to Taehyung, you wouldn’t forgive yourself.

You felt sick, and you voiced as much. You heard Taehyung sigh, and pictured him running a hand through his hair. Yoongi’s hand came to rest on yours. You looked at him, his fiery gaze trained on you, telling you not to be afraid. “We’ll be okay.” he assured you. You blinked away a couple of tears, focusing back on the road ahead, as your hand sat in Yoongi’s, him refusing to let go, as he changed gears with the interlocked hands, speeding up.

A few minutes of silence ensued, then Taehyung spoke up. “Hyung, I’m crossing the bridge.”

“Yeah, I’m exiting.” The car swerved to the exit lane and Yoongi dangerously overtook the few cars lazily making their way off the highway. In front of you, you saw the bridge Taehyung mentioned, and his car parked over it.

“We’re gonna switch for a little while okay?” Yoongi looked at you, concern in his soft eyes. “We’ll see what happens, and if all goes okay, Taehyung will take you home.”

“What about you?” Suddenly your airway seemed constricted.

“I’ll be there before you can call for me, kitten.” he smiled reassuringly, as the car slowed down to a stop in front of Taehyung’s. Yoongi stepped out with you, walked you to the other car, and closed the door behind you.

Immediately the engine roared to life and Taehyung reversed, as Yoongi nearly sprinted back to his car. As you pulled away, Yoongi’s voice sounded from the speakers, “Keep a steady course straight ahead, but don’t leave the city. Try and circle around as much as you can. Hopefully, he’ll be after me and you guys can go home.”

A strange sorrow clenched your heart at his words. You looked at Taehyung, who was looking concerned but was keeping up stoic exterior for your sake. You had never seen these men this concerned, and in turn worry ate away at your insides. “Please be safe Min.” you urged him.

“Likewise.” he said, before the call disconnected, and you felt like a lifeline got disconnected too.

You kept glancing in the rearview mirror, even though you knew Yoongi wasn't following. Infact Yoongi had sped right back into the mouth of the dragon, if Seokjin was infact following you.

Taehyung didn't get back on the highway, instead he sped over unpaved country roads, as the terrain told you you were not in the heart of the city anymore. "Do you have your gun on you Tae?" You asked, a question you never thought you'd utter.

Apparently, he shared the same view as he regarded you with wide eyes. "Yeah..." He said. Strangely enough, that made you calmer about the whole situation.

"All this because of a grocery run " you said miserably.

"Hey, this isn't on you okay? " Taehyung said firmly. You remained silent. "Y/n, I'm serious" he reaffirmed.

You hummed to indicate you'd heard. You spared another glance at the rearview mirror, but Taehyung was already screaming "Get down and hold on!" as he slammed the breaks as you nearly hit your head on the dashboard but his arm held you back just in time. In the next second, he was reversing and swerving the car away from the white Lamborghini that had materialized out of thin air it had seemed. You thought, in the fleeting second you had to look behind the wheel, you saw Seokjin let out a loud laugh, and then off you went, the cursed vehicle hot on your tail.

The sound of a call going through and then Yoongi's "Yeah?" sounded from the speaker.

"Hyung! He's onto us, he's right behind me!" Taehyung said, his composure breaking.

"Ah fuck!" Yoongi cursed, the muffled sound of a smack on the leather of his steering wheel followed, "Where are you?"

"We nearly completed the circuit around the city, but he was already there. I'm going back but I don't know where to go yet."

In Taehyung's side mirror, you saw the white car's bumper cross the level of your trunk. "Tae!" You yelled as a disgusting crunch of metal sounded and Seokjin bumped into you from the side.

Taehyung switched gears, nearly slamming the accelerator as the rpm jumped up and you were thrown back in your seat with a grunt.

"Get on the highway the first chance you get. Try to get lost in civilization and for God's sake, keep your gun in reach. I'm coming! " You could hear the panic in Yoongi's voice as clear as you saw it on Taehyung's face.

"Yoongi." You had nothing to say to him, yet you called out to him, only to hear his voice for a little longer. You felt like you'd pass out in a moment if his anchor of a voice didn't hold you down.

"It's okay kitten, I'm coming. It'll be okay." But for the first time he didn't sound as convincing. A dry sob escaped your throat and Taehyung turned his eyes to you momentarily, concerned and surprised.

"Please don't cry" Yoongi half whispered. "Listen to me, I want you to focus on my words, can you do that?"

"Mhmm" you whimpered.

"Taehyung, give her your gun."

"What?" You exclaimed.

"Just trust me on this, are you holding it?" His voice kept steady, the authority back in his tone.

"Yes" with trembling hands, you took the weapon from Taehyung's hand, casting a swift glance at the car that was tailing you, that seemed to be catching up. "Oh God, Tae he's getting closer."

"Look ahead!" Yoongi snapped, "Don't you dare look back again. Can you see the little lever thing above the trigger?"

You focused on the gun in your hand, finding the switch. "Yes."

"That's the safety pin. If anything happens to Taehyung, I want you to make sure that the safety is off and I want you to shoot. I don't care what you hit, I just want you to shoot. Okay?"

Your blood ran cold. " S-shoot? "

"Yes. You can do that for me right?" He urged, as the car lurched forward as Seokjin rear ended you. Taehyung cursed loudly.

"Y/n-ie, do you understand?!" Yoongi's voice was urgent.

"Yes" you cried.

"Don't cry. Don't feed Seokjin's sick little fantasy. He loves to make girls cry. I don't want to see a single tear in your eyes you got me?" He said firmly.

"Y/n, get down." Taehyung said through clenched teeth, as you realized a second too late that the white Ferrari was right next to you. The next thing you knew, metal and rubber were screeching as Seokjin drove your car off the road, into the dirt, dust flying everywhere.

"God fucking dammit Taehyung if I see a scratch on her, I'll ki-" the call disconnected.

An eerie silence sat on the scene. Then, you heard a door shut and steps crunching over the gravel. Taehyung looked at you, "Stay here." He said, undoing his seatbelt and stepping out.

"Hyung…" you heard him say as he approached the older man, you watched from inside the car, twisting in your seat. You squealed in terror as a smiling Seokjin, who almost had a skip in his step, neared Taehyung and easily swung a fist straight into his face, tossing him back on the car's trunk.

It took Taehyung a second, but he was swiftly on his feet again, standing at full height, fists clenched at his side. You scrambled to duck down as Seokjin glanced inside the car, as the horrid realization that Taehyung had left his gun with you, hit you.

"Yunno Taehyungah, I expected this from Yoongi, but why would you disappoint me so?" Seokjin goaded.

He swung again, but this time since Taehyung was ready, he dodged and slipped behind Jin, catching his arm in a compromising position.

"And how exactly did I disappoint you hyung? Because I'm not the one chasing me down the city and stressing out my friend."

Surprisingly nimble for his width, Jin turned, kneeing Taehyung straight in the groin. "All I asked for was a proper introduction, and all of you had the audacity to be disrespectful to me" he kicked the man again, even though he was already on the ground, groaning.

With trembling hands, you unclasped your seatbelt, the gun held as firm as you could manage in your other hand.

" Stop it!" You called out, training the gun at Seokjin vaguely, " Don't you dare touch him again!" But even though your voice was stable, the nuzzle of the gun trembled in your shaky hands.

Seokjin turned to you, eyes wide in wonder, disregarding the lethal weapon you held completely.

" My, my. There you are, sweet thing." He smiled at you. He made a motion to come towards you. Taehyung's hands closed around his ankles and pulled hard, making him lose his balance as he stumbled in your direction. "God, you're so fucking annoying!" He screamed at Taehyung, kneeling down to pinch his cheeks. You stared in horror as he slapped him clean on the cheek, "Stay down why don't you?" He said sweetly.

And the next thing you knew, he was coming at you again, "I'll shoot!" You screamed, trying to convince yourself that you would.

"For someone who can't even hold a gun, you make bold claims." He said, now in front of you, the nuzzle resting on his chest.

Your finger tightened around the trigger, but you couldn't bring yourself to pull it. Tears blurred your vision, as his hand rose to your wrist wrenching the gun out of your hands.

"Aww, what a pretty little thing you are" his other hand grazed over your arm, ghosting up to your shoulder, up your neck, and grabbed your chin harshly.

That's when Taehyung lurched forward and grabbed Jin by the collar and you realized, too late, that the hand holding the gun slammed down on Taehyung's head, effectively making him slump unconscious onto the car.

"Now," he turned back to you, who had your breath held and tears streaming down your rosy cheeks, "what's your name?" The gun came to rest on your temple.

"Please…" you whispered

His hand closed around your neck and he pushed you against the frame of the car door, pushing into you with his body weight. "What a stupid name." He laughed. "Try again."

A roaring engine screeched to a stop nearby and Seokjin smirked at you, not bothering to unhand you as his nails bit into your neck and you gasped for air, as he looked over his shoulder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Min Yoongi had murder on his mind the moment he registered the scene in front of him. He raised his gun and shot a little left to where Taehyung's car was, the bullet flying past you both and Jin flinched, releasing you and turning to face his brother.

You fell to your knees covering your ears as you screamed at the gunshot being so close.

"You dare shoot at me?!" Seokjin yelled, training Taehyung's gun at Yoongi, who had his own trained straight at Jin's chest.

"Yeah." Yoongi said simply, hands moving faster than light as he lowered his aim and shot straight at Jin's leg, as the older let out a scream of agony and fell to his knees, the gun falling from his grip right in front of you.

In a strange instant of bravery, you grabbed onto the gun as if your life depended on it and just as you had seen Jin strike Taehyung you swung the blunt of the gun full force right on his temple, immediately making him collapse.

Yoongi rushed to you, heart brimming with pride at the sudden show of this new side of you, but also overflowing with worry at the bruises that were beginning to form across your neck and chin. "Are you okay? Are you alright? Look at me." He grabbed your shoulders.

"Yoongi" you gasped, the adrenaline draining from your system as if it was never there.

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm sorry I was so late but I'm here." He hugged you to his chest, unable to express how worthless he felt.

But to you, he wasn't worthless. He was the last beacon of hope you had been holding onto. And as soon as you felt his familiar scent and warmth surround you, you heaved a tired sigh and your body slumped into his, passing out. You had reached your limit

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The Heartbreak Prince - Chapter Three

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

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A/N - Amelia saving Bradley's love life, Physics, Bradley being the lovable chaotic millennial we all adore, a lot of MCR and Star Wars references (I'm sorry but prequels were damn good don't fight me), and an easter egg to another one of my story set in the same universe.

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Next Day, Monday

“Ask her out.”

Bradley side-eyed Amelia sitting in the passenger seat, driving towards her High School. She’s been hanging on his neck ever since she annoyed him into telling her about Nisha. 

“Is she engaged? Married? In a relationship?” she asks, scrolling through her phone. “No. I don’t think so,” he says, trying not to think about the clear absence of a ring from her hand as he tried to focus on the road ahead. Truth be told, he too wanted to know what happened, and he was dying to meet her again.

They had so much to talk about, and years to catch up.

“Her Instagram says she isn't”

She shoved her phone in his face. It was opened on her profile:

NishiiiBagchi Professor at UC San Diego Getting better with age, In physics, that means you get cooler and smarter

He smiled looking at her profile picture, it was Ronnie. He must have been gone by now. That cat spent 4 years of its life hating Bradley to the core. Yet he curled up beside him when he slept over at Nisha’s house for the last time. Almost like it knew Bradey wouldn't return.

“How can you say she’s single?” “She has a cat on her profile pic, she’s single.” Amelia deadpanned.

He huffed out a breath and looked back at the road.

“Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to make an Instagram account. And send requests to everyone you know on the base-” “-Why would I ever-” "-You must do that or else she will learn that you made your account for her when it shows zero followers and no following. When you have at least 5 followers from when your friends follow you, then send her a request and ask her out.” “I will do no such thing.” “Well, then you’re kicking your fate in the ass after it literally led you to the love of your life.” “she’s not-” "You're not getting any younger, Bradshaw. Take the chance, don't be Pete. Plus, I really don't want to be your maid of honor when I'm in a wheelchair." "You sound like a grandma." "I will be one when you finally realize Nisha is it for you!" "Amelie!" “You don’t stammer when you talk to her? Does time stop when she smiles? smiles? And you never thought about what would happen if you were together. Never?”

He was rendered speechless by how goddamn accurate Amelia was. He stares at her, trying to seem calm, “You, miss, have watched way too many rom-coms and you’re trying to make my life one.” Bradley stops the jeep in front of the High School entrance.

Amelia glares back, “Brad-Brad, what I’m about to say is maybe the last time I’ll be saying these words to you so you better listen carefully.”

She grabs her bag and turns to him, “You’re an insanely attractive man. Men and women, young and old, long to be with you. And despite being an elite Aviator and somehow making a porn stache look cool, you are a softie who would sacrifice to lengths for someone you love. I bet if I were Nisha, I would have been pining for you despite your lack of abs in High School. Now stop being the frustratingly clueless bastard in every romance movie and fucking talk to that woman.”

She opens the door, jumps out, dabs, and disappears into the crowd of teenagers.

Bradley keeps staring at the opened door of his Bronco trying to process what the hell just happened. He closes the door in a trance, thinking about the MCR song that got famous recently.

Teenagers do scare the shit out of me.

He looks at the clock on his dashboard, realizing he was running late for the base. And still, here he was 10 minutes later, sitting in the parking lot of his base and making a profile.

There's a chance Amelia Benjamin shook him to his senses, and he'll learn if that's the case real soon.

—/—/—

"- so how about we pull the jet in reverse and call it a day.” Sinopa, the only person in the class with the balls to oppose Nisha was back at it again.

Nisha appreciated the questions from her students more than anything. It means they were studying the subject in depth and were attentive. She never shamed someone for asking questions, unlike her own teachers. No matter how basic or lame they are, she would answer them. Sinopa was one of the students who took her field seriously and never failed to impress her.

“It is possible, but the g-forces applied to the body of the pilot will be dangerously high. We’re talking about 1200 km/s. Almost the speed of a bullet train.” she addresses everyone, nodding to the young woman for her observation. 

Case studies in physics were her favorite. They had a story, something you can easily apply in real life, and questions that toy with your brain. As frustrating as some could get, Nisha loved a challenge.

The bell rang, and the two-hour lecture was finally over.

"Your thesis submission deadline might be a month away, but I expect submissions by the next week. And please, as much as I love Star Wars, no Pop Culture references." There was an uproar of laughter, and her students started to shuffle through the seats, heading out to their next class.

“Dr. Bagchi, please tell me you finally caught up with the MCU. I have so much to discuss.” Sinopa walked towards the table. “I want to talk about everything wrong that happened there. The quantum realm-” “-Quantum Realm?” “Gosh, I’m sorry I don’t want to spoil anything but the theory they presented was insane, you have to watch it.”

"Of course, I will!" she grins at her and looks at her Star Wars t-shirt before walking out of the classroom.

Although she never mentioned it, she felt quite happy when young minds like Sinopa looked up to her, and talked to her about their interests and ideas. This made her realize all the sleepless nights and studying for ungodly hours paid off.

Her office was larger than her LA one, and there was still a lot of space to be filled in the future. She settles down on her chair and mournfully looks at the mountain of papers from the first-year students waiting on her desk. She can only delay it, but not get out of it.

As she was about to pick up the first one, her phone buzzed. Her attention was drawn to the newest notification that had just appeared.

BradshawBradley84 has requested to follow you

She raised her eyebrows at the screen as she read his bio.

BradshawBradley84 Flying is the best way to gain freedom Aviator | Proud Gryffindor

Then she noticed he had sent her a message too. She opened it, and could not stop laughing as she read his text

BradshawBradley84 Deeply saddened by the fact that you let go of your Ravenclaw heritage so easily when I clearly remember you saying, “I can and will be the finest fucking Ravenclaw this world has ever seen”

She replied

NishiiiBagchi Not a way it is to address a Jedi, Bradshaw

BradshawBradley84 And here I was thinking you were a stormtrooper

NishiiiBagchi I was undercover, dammit.

BradshawBradley84 I can bet on the fact you were swooning over Anakin Skywalker when the prequels came out.

NishiiiBagchi Shut. Up.

BradshawBradley84 Oh wait, I was right.

He sends Nisha a pic from her own profile, which was her sitting in her dorm room bed. The wall behind her was filled with posters, including one of Hayden Christensen and Natalie Portman from Attack Of The Clones.

BradshawBradley84 Are you free tonight?

Nisha thought about it, a part of her desperate to hang out with him, and the other urging her to act reasonably. She was only recently hired at the university and had only been teaching for weeks. Although she thinks everyone is cool with her, taking a break will be frowned upon by someone.

NishiiiBagchi I got some papers to grade ☹

BradshawBradley84 Well, shit.

Oh, fuck it

NishiiiBagchi I’m heading to the beach on Wednesday. You in?

BradshawBradley84 Yeah, sure! I’ll bring snacks 😊

NishiiiBagchi Cool!

Her heart was filled with warmth. It had been a while since she felt it.

She’s got a date. With Bradley Bradshaw And she was totally cool with it.

Right?

---/---/---

“You’re a Gryffindor? I’m Hufflepuff!” Bob gleefully admitted to Bradley, unaware of the fact he was having a stroke reading the text from her, thinking about what to send next.

“Huh?” he asked Bob.

“I’m a Hufflepuff man!” he says, smiling at him

“Um, no offense Bob but I guess everyone guessed that.” Mickey's voice followed.

He laughed as Fanboy and Payback, Mickey and Reuben, joined him, the latter saying, “Really want to meet the person who convinced you to join social media dude, even Hangan couldn’t do it”

“That’s because he wasn’t being nice about it.” He scoffs.

"I have a really cool idea about your first post. Look!" Mickey didn't give him any time as he snatched his phone and took a candid selfie with all four of them. He then proceeded to post it on Bradley's profile with the caption.

A fun day with my fellow aviators. Missing you @ Tasha24 <3

He tagged Natasha, who had to return to her home for a family emergency. She was getting stationed in Arizona, and she swore she would only leave after meeting everyone. Hangman seemed to be chill about it, but that didn't stop the boys from teasing him once in a while.

“Anyways,” Reuben interrupted, “Hard Deck is opening this Sunday and we’re heading there to welcome Penny back. And you have to be there no matter what." “Sure.” He smiled as Reuben and Bob talked about the flight plans for the week.

"Where are you stationed next?” Mickey asked “I have zero idea. Cyclone seemed impressed by the flight plans we've been following so I really hope I get a break before another mission."

"I have a mission with Hangman and Payback. We have a few months before we start, middle of the Pacific." he grinned, but Bradley could clearly sense it was forced.

"What happened? is he bothering you?" he fisked Mickey away to a corner, already forming a speech in his head about what he should say to Hangman.

"No, it's just," he looked around and then said, "I need your advice on something."

"Okay," Bradley says, eager to help his friend.

"So, you know I'm dating this girl. It's only been a few months but I really think she is it for me."

"Yeah, you mentioned her once. Y/N, right?" he remembered a pool game with Payback, Bob, and Mickey after the uranium mission, where they talked about their partners and Mickey told them about Y/N, who was an art student and boy was he floored for her.

"Yeah, Y/N Sersin."

Oh.

Oh!

A memory flashed before his eyes, watching a picture on Jake's locker from his High School days. He was holding a little girl on his shoulders while dressed in full football gear. Forget me not big bro, good luck! - Y/N Scribbled under it in neat handwriting.

"Holy shit," Bradley said the only acceptable words that came into his brain at the moment. "Yeah." Mickey grimaced. "Jake will annihilate you. I'm not even kidding." "Don't you think I know that!" he whispered to Bradley. "Why would you voluntarily do something like this?" "I had no idea she was his sister!" He resisted the urge to shake Mickey out of it, "Well, now you do!" "I'm not breaking up with her." "Don't even think about it. Get Y/N and tell him together before he finds out, simple and clear. And please do it in public so someone stops him from committing manslaughter." Mickey looks hopeful. "That's it," he says. "Yeah," Bradley replies

He huffs out a frustrated breath, "There is no way I'm finding a loophole in this, am I?" "Nope." Bradley deadpanned.

Wanna know what happened when Hangman found out that Mickey and his sister are together? Read it here!

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[wehadfaces]

@warningsine this is WAY longer than i thought it was i am so sorry. it’s also somewhat incoherent and very much unedited and is the result of getting it all out after two 11 hour shifts. shaker of salt, of course, as this is from a single viewing and i’m also cinematically inexperienced, so to speak. 

i’m really selling this, aren’t i? 

Firstly, I think it a bit alarming that the majority of critics feel like the audience has been tasked with trying to be sympathetic to Blanchett’s Tar. In fact, I don’t think the film presents her as such at all, even in the end, nor wants that from us. When she’s crying to Bernstein, wearing a flimsy medal from childhood, you don’t even really pity her. You might even want her blubbering to stop. And in the end end, when she’s literally and geographically as south as she gets, where we leave her (and I mean that diegetically as well—a Western audience), it fits. I won’t say Tar got what she deserved, simply what she…earned, perhaps, though that doesn’t quite fit the bill either. I could go on about how ending up in an unnamed country in Southeast Asia as “punishment” toes the problematic line, however, I resist only because this doesn’t seem to be Tar’s punishment at all. 

She’s still doing what she loves (conducting), though it might be her worst imagined version. The film I think then asks us, what punishment fits this crime? I think the ending is a quite sophisticated foray into “cancel culture,” honestly if you can call it that: Tar conducting a video game soundtrack (“Monster Hunter,” if a bit on the nose, well-suited) to an audience of cosplayers (who we can read as the Hunters themselves). *also noting the contrast of how Berlin is depicted, streets almost always barren, and her new location overwhelmingly crowded. The conductor is no longer alone at the podium, nor alone in her corruption (massage parlor/brothel scene at the end, driving Tar to be sick when she sees the women arranged in a “fishbowl” (direct quote) in the shape of her orchestra, accidentally indicating to Girl 5 (her failure to complete and record Mahler’s Fifth) who kneels in the same place as Olga—her final attempt to seduce and her utter failure, Olga��s disinterest). 

Moving forward with the film’s “noncommittal” stance on cancel culture (noncommittal being a negative critique I’ve come across a few times, strangely), I think the scene in which Blanchett teaches at Juilliard is… good? Quite frankly, I don’t disagree with everything she’s saying. The young BIPOC, pangender student expresses their disdain for Bach, having not even listened, due to his actions and his status as a cisgendered, straight white man. I really would like to watch this scene again to get a better grasp on it and found it a bit tough to keep up with the lack of subtitles that I’ve grown dependent on, so hence the lack here. 

The brilliant! parallel! though! when Tar complains to her mentor about being more sensitive to sound, and he comments on someone who once said intelligence can be measured by sensitivity to sound, to which she replies, “Didn’t he also throw a woman down a flight of stairs?” (or a ladder or something like it, again, single viewing, but you get the gist)

Student shaking his leg, like a metronome (her white metronome, that is later vandalized? keeping time—hers?; running out?), as the student rushes out of the room. 

But back on the Juilliard scene, we hear (I think?) for the first time Tar refer to younger people as robots. Later on, we learn bits of the class had been recorded (Tar’s first dry response being “it was supposed to be a tech free zone”). Manipulated footage appears to show Tar’s behavior as crude, borderline abusive. But the audience knows it isn’t, not quite. Not in this instance. Robot name follows through the film, another concept I’d like to go into more if given the chance. 

The framing of some shots as on being filmed “live” as someone is texting someone else. It’s never revealed who this person or persons is/are. Francesca? Olga? Perhaps. if anything, I think they help the audience understand Tar is the spectacle here, not exactly the subject, and that we aren’t supposed to relate or empathize with her. 

COLOR! Olga’s blue boots, Krista (AT RISK- Tar’s own anagram of her victim’s name, which she claimed of the unstable state the girl was in with her “baseless” claims)’s red hair, Joanna’s red coat. Black and white morality? Grey areas? Not sure, but Field is doing something with color here and though it might not be much, it doesn’t go unnoticed. Contrast of her Deutsche-Brutalist shared home and Schiele-deficient side apartment in Berlin to Southeast Asia as well. ALSO w color: Tar’s constant use of what appears to be hand sanitizer throughout the film. At one moment before it all goes up in flames, her assistant Francesca offers it to her as per usual and for the first time, she denies it. 

Blanchett might be at her best in the film when she approaches her daughter’s bully, threatening the girl in a way so calm and calculating it borders on unhinged. Or when she rushes and attacks Eliot, who takes over the recording she has put everything into. Blanchett’s restrained and composed, aloof performance when dealing with her own offenses only heightens these moments and we see Tar’s unbridled viciousness really come out. I keep repeating ,,Hallo Joanna, ich bin Petras Vater” ad nauseam, the alto delivery bordering on camp lol. Her assertion to the child that if she tells, no one will believe her, because she (Tar) is a grown up, is a chilling. That scene is truly thrilling to watch, though. 

Tar asserting that the conductor’s role is keeping time, even more, it begins time, time being continually brought to the forefront throughout the film: the dying neighbor we don’t even realize is dying until she’s near the brink of death, Tar having to dirty herself to prop up the near corpse. The accordion playing (Tar’s origin and her first connection with Krista) after the decedent’s family knocks on her door asking when rehearsals are so they can show the apartment without scaring off future buyers. Tar speeding in a roundabout, nearly hitting another vehicle. When her wife says slow down or let me out, she pulls over and kicks her out of the car. In the beginning during her interview, Francesca’s ever so slightly off lip-synching to the interviewer listing of Tar’s accomplishments. And time— her brother revealing her real name is Linda, her childhood room, the constant reminder and clutter of records, scorecards, books, and VHSs that she can so easily control.

Most striking and especially early on in the film, when Tar returns home to her wife, we see Sharon having heart palpitations, who tells her she can’t find her medication. Even earlier in the film, Tar asks Francesca for “Sharon’s pills” only to be informed she has taken them all. That catches up and the two moments collide as Tar enters their bathroom, removes loose pills from her coat pocket, and delivers them to Sharon, claiming she found them in a bathroom drawer. Ah yes, proper gaslighting, for once. Tar then holds her, after making sure she downs the pills, placing her hand on her heart and says something to the effect of, “Let’s get it back down to 64 (bpm), hm?” 

Cut to another scene in the movie when the two discuss Olga, the new cellist. As their discussion flows, and contention grows, Tar asks Sharon if she took her medication. She didn’t and goes to take it. Tar wins. 

Her choice or claim to approach Mahler’s Fifth not from grief but from love, when he wrote it originally, not after the relationship with his wife ending. Francesca saying if a woman agrees to the terms she should be able to leave them, re: Alma Mahler agreeing to stop composing upon her marriage. 

The chiropractor remarking offhand “you’re a little crooked.” 

Another critique has been that this is yet another film taking place from the perpetrator’s viewpoint, or more accurately, focusing on the perpetrator. But I want to also consider how many critiques have been brought about on media focused on or from the viewpoint of the abused. I tend to agree that the world hardly needs more gratuitous footage of women being assaulted. But for the second half or more of the film, the primary victim is dead after taking her own life, and then how can we cross over? from her family’s viewpoint (who we never actually see, and Tar even trails off when being told about her death (that she had already known about— “her parents must be so…”). 

From the iPhone shots to the opening of the film being her interview, I think Tar knows she’s being monitored, before people bringing it up. We aren’t privy to her mind or view so much as we are intent vultures upon her narrative, clearly seeing she won’t make it out of this. That also makes the difference: no exploit indication of this is given, yet the audience can tell from the start how this is going to go down. 

Even the opening interview shows us Francesca, also a victim, by the way. I guess I just have less of an issue with it being about a bad person than a lot of people do, probably in part because this happens to be a fictional telling rather than an actual event. 

Another wise move is that we don’t really see people “falling” for Tar. She’s not a seductive predator by any means, she’s awkward even, and I’m saying that as someone who has had a dull but steady crush on Cate Blanchett since “Carol.” I found her not repulsive in this film, but not attractive either, despite the “idea” of Tar being someone I would consider myself to typically be definitely attracted to. Does that make sense? People see through her, even her wife hints at this with “there are some things I can forgive about you” (something like that anyway). 

Further on that, I think that definitely speaks to Blanchett’s talent. Field wrote the role specifically for her, knowing of her following in the LGBTQ community, which adds another layer to the whole film and her acting too I think. 

It was the first film i’ve seen in a long time i didn’t have a definite opinion of immediately. It didn’t prompt an option, either.  When it ended, I didn’t have a particular taste in my mouth about it and I quite liked that. 

[1111jenx]

Hi. Can you please tell us more about Lilith in the 2nd house? Thank you 🥰

Hi there!

I took a few days to myself and my family as a treat after finishing all of my paid readings 🥳 So glad to be back with you guys! ^ I wrote that literally 2 weeks ago omg I've been slacking for real haha sorry guys. Lets get right into it shall we:

🩸Lilith in the 2nd house🩸

Check out my full Lilith in the house series here

The 2nd house, the house of Taurus, being ruled by Venus, the 2H covers finance, money and general resources.

More than whats on the surface, the 2H even goes in-depth about topics such as one's self-worth, one's natural abilities to generate money and how the native defines safety and security.

The 2H signifies the material resources that the person must come to terms with both in the physical world and the spiritual world. Assets, wealth and physical resources. Priorities and principles will also be represented in this House.

Planets in the Second House are related to material needs, often reflecting what you value most.

Lilith spends lots of time discussing instinctual impulses that come from deep inside and lead us to transcendence. She becomes a major supporter for salvation and regaining fulfilment as her power is created and explored through spirituality. Lilith here is reluctant at Venus's soft and passive energy. She doesn't hate Venus yet she and Venus has a lot of difference between one another. Yet since the Venus energy here is represent through an earth house (2H), Lilith(air) sees herself constantly contradicting whats best for the individual as a whole yet she also feels extra guarded here, in traditional astrology 2H is referred to as the gates of Hades, hence Lilith feels extra defensive and aloof.

As a result, natives with Lilith 2H as a child may have a hard time with subjects surrounding their own self-worth and financial stability. The forces in which caused these individuals to feel as such could possibly be a higher authority or someone that has more power over them.

They constantly feel the need to protect themselves and their finance. They would have extra plans drawn up to make sure they can enjoy retirement without worrying. These natives can be very careful with their money in general.

When they were younger I would not be surprised to hear that there were things taken away from them. It could be a toy, a puppy or something that reside very close to their heart. They feel as if they have no control over things they call theirs. Desperately want to feel in control. To them security=money.

This manifest in their later adult lives a very picky personality, if not closed off and extra possessive. What belongs to them will always belong to them. Think about this both in terms of belongings and people. Have an extra hard time letting things go and not knowing whats gonna happen next.

Very similar to Lilith in 10H, but more fixated on the idea of owning. They don't care about their reputation as much as Lilith in the 10H, what they need is resources, people, ownership, money, estates and possessions in general.

Wealth comforts them and they thrive in the knowledge that their financial are stable and sound. Would not hesitate to go to the extreme to make sure things stay where they should. Would do bizarre things for money if badly aspected.

^Either that, or they could strongly reject the idea of assets and materials. They hate the materialistic side of things and how it has affected people. Often times they find themselves having a love-hate relationship with their ambitions and possessive traits.

Nothing can satisfy them. Would always want more power, wealth and money. If Lilith is powerful in the chart, the individual will use literally anything, will do anything, and I mean this, to become rich. Even if it goes against societal standards, as long as it aligns with their purpose, they would give it a go.

Thirst for resources. Because they understand that ultimately, resources=money=power. They want people to know what they have been through, could be very ruthless in the sense that they refuse to see things from other perspectives sometimes.

Sex with them is very personal. Makes you feel like you are adored and valued. Would want you to give them all of your secrets and all of you. Would want to own you, to consume you. To possess you. Surprisingly dominant.

Mind my words once you have received physical experience with them, you won't be able to forget their sensual touches, their lingering kisses and their ability to almost mimic whatever you're doing.

Interestingly, others would not be able to see this side of them right away. It would take some time of digging, of connecting the dots and of seeing over their front to recognize their thirst. Cruel and heartless even if they have Lilith-Mars or Lilith strong aspects to Pluto.

Take pleasure in the material world. They often are pretty aware of how materialistic they are yet they brush it off. What they need and crave is the green colour of the dollar bills.

If badly aspected can indicate a greedy person. Will be very prone to going in spending sprees and retail therapy. Use money to cover their trauma. Truly thinks dollar bills can do anything.

A lot of time it could have been very possible that these people have felt rejected in terms of their social classes or lack of resources when younger, this becomes the drive to their insatiable need for financial security.

In terms of sexuality, these people are very sexually repressed individuals. They take great pleasure in sex yet also experience a lot of pain in love. Its possible that they might try to get detached as quick as possible after having sex with someone. They can't afford it.

In addition, could have also felt very burden with the wealth and position that were put upon them. Could have grown up in a family where everyone had GREAT expectation for them but they strongly hate this dynamic. They hate how shallow some of their family can be and how they don't value whats underneath. With aspects to the sun or prominent planet can indicate being an unhappy heir, literally. Inner rebels.

Since 2H does talk about desire, these natives in their earlier years or even as they start to become a young adult, had felt shamed for their inner desires and want, or perhaps even rejected for their choices and preferences.

The type to hold grudges but can be surprising amazing with people. A lot of wealthy celebs have this placement. (Beyonce, Steve Jobs, Warren Buffet)

Amazing with their finance, blessed placements (to venus or sun, 8H ruler, 10H ruler) can even indicate that they have exquisite and calculating minds when it comes to their money. Know what to do to make sure the income flow stabilized. Typically can be very goal oriented individuals.

If badly aspected, we have people who can be very stingy with their money sometimes. The type to make millions but still go thrift shopping. Don't blame them for this, not all of them came from money.

Will always want what they can not have. Prone to go after wrong people and wrong thing. They will question their ability and self worth if they aren't able to get what they want. It is crucial for these people to learn about boundaries and what's healthy for them.

In a partnership, they need someone who they can trust, who teach them that its okay to share and as you give you'll eventually receive, someone who's able to tap into their softer&charitable side. Someone that can offer them a lot peace of mind and utmost loyalty. God they value loyalty so so much, stability comes hand in hand with it as they deep down, crave this so much, as much as Lilith 4H do.

Use their Lilith to get to the top. Will use their charming&lustful nature to get what they want. Whether its power or resources, they'll get it at all cost.

Finally!!!! One more step to finishing my Lilith in the houses series🥲 So so happy guys ahaha, once again tysm for your immense support. Please let me know what you guys think down below🤎

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saint jenx<3

[thegirlwhowrites642]

Your Harry Potter favorite characters

I imagine that this question implies a "besides Harry and Ginny".

One of my first posts on this blog was an answer to someone asking me my top 10 of my favorite HP characters and I remember saying that the first five were set in stone, and yet I'm not so sure anymore. They were in order: Harry, Ginny, James, Ron, Hermione.

The first three are really always going to be there. I still really love Ron, but Hermione? I don't know. I've always had mixed feelings about her and I've always analyzed these books but writing things down on this blog made me look at things that I never fully registered about her because I was never particularly interested in her character. I have an ask about Hermione that is tormenting me because the jury is still out on her.

On that list, there were also characters like Luna, and sure, great character, but saying that you love Luna is like saying that you love rainbows, it doesn't really mean anything. She's a positive secondary character we know three things about. Of course, everybody likes her.

The same goes for McGonagall, I love her to death but like who doesn't?

So frankly I do not know how to do a top 10 or something like that. I guess it is not that surprising, I've been a hardcore Taylor Swift fan since age 12 and I'm still unable to do a ranking of her albums.

But I thought that maybe I could still do something interesting with this ask and give you little windows on some characters that I love but that are considered controversial.

For example, in that famous list, I avoided putting Dumbledore because it was one of my first posts and I wasn't in the mood to deal with someone wanting to murder me. But the truth is that I love Dumbledore, ok? I do, I'm sorry. The man was in a large-scale version of the trolley problem, villainizing him makes no sense. How heartless you need to be to read the King's Cross chapter in DH and hate Dumbledore? He's not perfect but that's kind of the point. I think that, unlike Harry, a lot of people didn't get over the betrayal of finding out that he wasn't just a saint-like, wise, grandpa like it seemed in the first books.

Another character that I love is Slughorn. He's so real as a character. He is far from being an exemplary man but I believe him to be the best example of a good Slytherin in the entire series. And while he does sin in cowardice he ends up showing true braveness and the core of a fundamentally good man. I also find him extremely interesting in regards to all his connections and parties and while his method in the way he offers opportunities to his students may sound elitist (and it is) he's also literally the only professor who cares about introducing his students to the work market in a world (the wizarding one) that is far from being democratic and meritocratic. Even if, to be honest, that has probably more to do with JKR's poor world-building skills.

I also really like Percy. I find him quite fascinating honestly. He comes back for the battle doing the right thing and ultimately showing that he truly belongs in Gryffindor. But what interests me is the "betrayal" of his family. I've always seen the Voldermort-is-back debate as a bit of an excuse that he used. I'm sure he did believe to be right initially, like the letter he sends to Ron proves, but I think that it was more of an opportunity he jumped on to separate himself from the Weasleys. We often talk about the consequences on Ron's confidence due to growing up in his family but Percy was forced into a pretty shitty role too. He's four years younger than Charlie. There's a significant distance with his older brothers that cuts him off from the older siblings club. The Weasleys also all go to boarding school since age eleven, Bill and Ginny have never lived under the same roof for a whole year. So Percy was basically the older brother for the majority of his life, the one who had to take care of the young ones. But the thing is, he's not the oldest brother. So the youngest four glorify Bill and Charlie, which is pretty normal, but it's usually balanced by the oldest siblings becoming annoying because they impose themselves as additional parents. But Bill and Charlie escape the majority of the usual older siblings' responsibilities for years. So they take the glory and Percy is stuck with just being "hated" for imposing himself as a responsible figure. He tends to isolate himself and be very different from the rest of his family, and also, of course, he becomes defensive of his being responsible. As the cherry on top, his interests are then ridiculed. And his breaking point is in fact his father, the person he seems to admire the most, not believing in him (at least this is what happens in his perspective). There's also resentment for their economic condition, and let's face it, Percy is not totally wrong but this is another discussion. I don't know, while his method was certainly wrong, maybe I would have wanted to go away from home too in his place.

Are James and Sirius controversial characters to like? If you talk to a Snape apologist they are Lucifer incarnated. I guess it's not surprising that I love them. I think this post makes it clear that I enjoy flawed yet fundamentally good characters that own up to their mistakes. James and Sirius are funny and charismatic and talented. Their attacking Snape is obviously wrong but there are a lot of circumstances around that action that now I'm not getting into because this is something I could talk about for hours. And James' hexing random people in the halls, while certainly a sign of immaturity (an immaturity he grew out of to the point of becoming Head Boy), can't be considered bullism. A hex is not our equivalent of a punch. Think about 15-year-old boys and then give them magic wands. What do you think they would do with them, honestly? Harry does it too in HBP when he starts learning spells from the Prince and James and Sirius are basically two young geniuses, who knows how many spells they knew. I could prattle on about these two endlessly but if you've read JKR's short story about them and you still do not love them, then I'm afraid we'll have to agree to disagree.

[golden-barnes]

Plum tarts and red carnations

Pairing: Florist! Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

Summary: Bucky is enamored with one of the employees of the bakery in front of his store.

Category: Fluff

Warning:s some self-doubting thoughts and cursing .

Word count: 2.5k

Author’s note: I have been thinking about this since that one anon and thank you @buckycuddlebuddy because you helped to inspire me further with this. Also think of Bucky as Beefy because I'm a softy for a gentle giant. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

“Damn Jerry. You’ve been growing nicely. A little bit more, and you will be ready to find a new home, bud.” Bucky whispered to the little sprout he was watering. Bucky loved his morning routine.

Before opening up his shop, he would check on his nursery. Water the plants in his greenhouse, checking them to see how they have grown. He liked talking to them; they never judged him or ignored him. He even named them. Sam would help, too, though he treated it more as a joke.

After checking on the nursery, he would focus on making bouquets and arrangements for the store. Nobody knew he was the one who made those beautiful arrangements, and he liked it.

It was like therapy for him. Matching the flowers and creating bouquets with meaning was a talent Bucky didn’t know he had. By this point, the shop was opened and ready for business.

While preparing a rose bouquet, he saw a woman in an apron running out of the new coffee shop from the table next to the cash register. Oh shit, she’s pretty. He thought. He kept staring at her and forgot the fresh roses next to him, grabbed one carelessly.

“Fuck.” He accidentally pricked his finger with a thorn. He applied pressure to his wounded finger.

“Oh, are you okay, sir?” The pretty woman from the bakery asked. Bucky didn’t notice her entering the shop, and now she was here. Looking disheveled but incredibly beautiful.

“Yeah, happens all the time. What can I help you with?” He said, trying to sound as composed as possible. He could hear Sam’s voice in his head. “Play it cool, Buck.”The woman let out a sigh.

“I’m co-owner of the coffee shop, and it’s our opening day. I was encharged of the decorations, and I ordered some flowers from this other place, but when they got here, they were horrible. Like really bad. And oh god, I’m rambling, but I need a brand new arrangement.” She said all in one breath. Bucky had to fight a smile from appearing. Adorable.

“It’s okay. What colors did you want?” Bucky asked. The woman smiled at him.

“We wanted white and purples. Something simple. But honestly, I know nothing of flowers. I don’t understand why Wanda put me up with this? Now we are late, and I still have to finish decorating the cupcakes.” She explained while Bucky started to search for the flowers in his shop.

“Lilacs, with white peonies and lavender roses, would make a nice bouquet. How does that sound?” Bucky showed her the flowers he was referring to. The woman gasped.

“Oh, they are so pretty! You, sir, are a genius.” She gushed, still looking at the flowers. Bucky felt his cheeks getting red from receiving praise.

“I can bring it to you,” Buckywhispered, afraid that she might not like that idea. “You know, because you still have some stuff to finish, so you can do it, and I’ll bring it to you in less than 10 minutes.” She looked at him and went to hug him. Bucky tensed, not expecting the hug, but soon relaxed.

“You are literally my hero. Just ask for Y/N,” She said, walking towards the exit. “Wait, what’s your name?” She added, opening the door to leave.

“Bucky.” Y/N smiled at him. “See you later, Bucky.”

Bucky has never worked on an arrangement as hard as this one. He was already meticulous, but he really wanted to impress Y/N. Can you blame him? The pretty girl needed his help, and he wanted her to be happy. He even added some baby’s breath and this new white ribbon that had come in for weddings. He was very proud of it but also very nervous.

With a deep breath, Bucky entered the coffee shop. A brunette was at the door, cleaning the tables.

“Sorry, Sir. We are still aren’t open.” She said. Bucky gulped.

“Uhm. I’m looking for Y/N.” He told her; she looked at the flowers in his hands and understood. She yelled for Y/N, who came out of the kitchen with icing on her check, giving him the brightest smile.

“Hey, Bucky! That’s beautiful! How did you make such a pretty arrangement in less than 20 minutes?” She grabbed the vase out of his hands and set it on the counter. Bucky blushed and scratched his neck, shying away.

“It’s nothing.. I’m just happy you liked it.”

“How much do I owe you?” She asked. Bucky put his hands up.

“Oh, it’s on the house. Don’t worry. Call it a welcome gift.” He explained; Y/N jumped and gave him another hug. This time Bucky wrapped his arms around her.

“You are the nicest person on this fucking planet. I have to make it up to you. What’s your favorite fruit?” She pulled away from him and looked at Bucky in the eye. Bucky felt his breath hitch, and his palms get sweaty.

“I-I like plums.” He stuttered. She gave him a big smile and handed him a cookie.

“Hmm, I can make something with that.” She winked at him.

-

“I still haven’t named you, but honestly, I don’t know. You look like a Janelle, but also, I feel like that doesn’t fit.” Bucky said to the new cactus that arrived yesterday, in the afternoon.

“I think she looks like a Lucille.” Bucky turned around and saw Y/N with a box in hand.

“Oh, hi.” He felt embarrassed. She had heard him talk to his plants. Not even Steve had seen that. It was his private thing.

“She’s cute. What type of cactus is it?” She looked at it, not looking weirded out or anything.

“It’s called a Bishop’s cap. They grow to be very pretty and sprout a yellow flower. Not very popular in the shop, but there’s this new cactus crazy going on, and I thought to stock up.” Bucky explained, putting the cactus down next to the others.

“Do you name all your plants?” Bucky gulped and turned around to face her.

“Yeah, and talk to them too.” Bucky fought the urge to punch himself. Why would he say that? Fuck, now she is gonna think he is a fucking weirdo.

Much to his surprise, she smiled at him. She suddenly remembered the box she brought and opened it.

“For saving me yesterday, I made you a plum tart.” She opened it and pulled out the tart. Bucky felt his heart beating faster, and his hands get clammy.

“You didn’t have to.” “Ah! I beg to differ. Everyone that walked into our shop loved the flowers. They were really something. Like I couldn’t stop looking at them. So I had to show you my gratitude the only way I know how. With treats.”

“I couldn’t possibly eat that all alone. Want to share?” Bucky asked, giving her puppy eyes so she wouldn’t say no.

“You drive a hard bargain, Bucky. Has anyone ever told you can get away with murder with those eyes?” Y/N joked.

“I think my grandma’ probably said it. I have some silverware in the shop’s kitchen. When you have to be at your shop?” Bucky said, signaling her to follow him.

“I’m on break—perks of being the boss.” She explained while Bucky grabbed a few paper plates, forks, and a knife. She grabbed the knife and cut a big piece, and gave it to Bucky. Then she cut a piece for herself.

Bucky took a bite and accidentally let out a moan.

“I take it; you like it.” She winked at Bucky. He diverted his gaze from her. Why the fuck did I do that? Bucky screamed internally.

“It’s delicious. I can see why your shop has been packed since yesterday. Reminds me of my ma’s.” Bucky admitted.

“I’m glad, but I can’t take all the credit. You should see the coffee mixes Wanda came up with. They are the real star.” Bucky smiled at her. Nice and pretty… She let out a cough.

“How did you get really good with plants? Like sorry for the personal question, but you have a talent.” She inquired.

“Well, uhm. After getting discharged, my friend Sam suggested that I take classes to handle stress and PTSD. One of the classes was gardening, and I just found it so calming. So I started taking more courses and learning ‘till I decided to start my own business. I don’t think I could ever work anywhere else.” Bucky noticed her staring at him. “What?” He said, smiling awkwardly at her.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how you are the nicest man I’ve ever meet.” She said nonchalantly. Bucky chuckled.

“It’s nothing major. I just found my calling.” Bucky stated.

“I feel the same. I baked a lot in college, and then suddenly I was like fuck, this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.” She recalled. Her eyes glowed under the light of the kitchen.

“I felt the same way when I started this shop.” Bucky admitted, she bit back a smile.

“By the way, I like the name—Howling’s flowers. Oh, and how pretty this store is, it looks like I walked in a magical forest.” She complimented.

“I- thanks. I named my store after my squad and the decor well; that’s kind of an embarrassing story.” Bucky chuckled nervously. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please. I own a coffee shop named Magic café, and all of our items are named after magical things. I am the last person to judge.” Bucky bit his lip nervously while listening to her.

“I based it on The Hobbit. It was my favorite book when I was younger, and I just couldn’t imagine decoring this store anyway else.” Y/N looked at him with an open mouth.

“Okay, are you government android? Because you are friendly, great with plants and well-read. You are too good to be true.” She laughed. Bucky needs to find a way to blush less in her presence because this is like the fourth or fifth time it has happened.

They finished eating their pieces of tart and talking for a while. Y/N decided to go back to the shop, not realizing how much time she spent there. Before leaving, Bucky gave her some more lavender roses.

“Oh, Bucky, you don’t have to.” She protested.

“It’s just to add to the arrangement. I feel like it was missing a few more roses. You’ll be doing me a favor.” He assured. She grabbed the flowers and smelt them before smiling and giving him a small thanks.

Little did she know that lavender Roses mean love at first sight.

They played that little game for weeks, almost 2 months. Y/N would take her lunch break at Bucky’s shop. Feed him some food and pastries that she was experimenting with, and he would give her flowers.

“To put on the counter. Your store deserves fresh flowers every day.” Bucky claimed. But in actuality, all the flowers meant something. The white camellias? He was telling her that he admired her. The amaryllis? That he found you beautiful. The white and purple stocks? A silent plea for bonds of affection from your part. But he couldn’t bring himself to say these things out loud.

Speaking to Y/N in flowers was much easier. Maybe because she didn’t know and couldn’t reject him.

“Bucky, you gotta tell her, man.” Steve would try to reason with him. “She likes you; you like her. Just tell her that you like her or ask her out on a date.”

“You don’t get it, Steve.” Bucky would argue, which led to an entire discussion on how Bucky is being a coward that ended with him telling Steve and Sam to fuck off.

But they were right; it was simple. She has been an absolute doll with him. She doesn’t mind hearing his rants about the new book he read and helped him water his plants. She even bought waterproof labels to put their names on their planters. She even asked (more like demanded) Bucky to send her the pictures of every bouquet and arrangement he made. She loved seen his creations.

And he loved being her test subject. She would bring him new pastries to try. He was her official taste tester. Anything new in the store, Bucky had already tried it in every one of its variations. Y/N would speak to him of all of her special interests and all of her new hobbies. He had even met all her friends, and they loved him.

So why was this so difficult? Bucky groaned while arranging the flowers at the front of the shop.

“What’s got you all groaning and gloomy, Bucky-bear?” Y/N asked him. She looked radiant in her work clothes. Ugh, Bucky had it bad.

“Nothing, j-just thinking.” He nervously replied.

“Don’t overthink. You might over-heat your brain, bubs.” She joked, entering Bucky’s shop. And like the hopeless romantic he is, he followed.

“Soooooooo I have been trying out this new pasta recipe, and you are the only one I trust to give me the truth.” She said, opening the Tupperware she brought. Bucky’s heart fluttered at her words. He felt light-headed; maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth.

“I like you.” He blurted out. He slapped his hand over his mouth. Y/N turned to him, widen eyes, and mouth gaped.

“Bucky, do you mean that? Because if you are playing with me, I will fight you with this.” She warned Bucky, threatening with a spoon.

“I like you a lot. Actually love you. I- that’s what those flowers meant.” Bucky explained. Y/N put down the spoon.

“What flowers?” She asked, in the softest tone he has ever heard her speak in. Bucky turned his gaze to the floor, embarrassed that this was his confession.

“All of them. They all meant love in one form or the other.” He admitted. Y/N stood in front of him and put her hand on his cheek. He felt his heart do backflips.

“What flower means I’m in love with you, Bucky?” She asked, caressing his cheek.

“Maybe red carnations.” He joked, leaning into her touch.

“I’ll ask this handsome florist with a heart of gold to make me a bouquet to give you.” Bucky chuckled while she let out a little giggle.

“I would love a bouquet, but I would much rather have a plum tart from the sexy baker on the store out front.” Y/N hummed.

“I think I can make that happen.” She said, pulling him closer. “Can I kiss you, Bucky?” She asked; Bucky could only nod.

She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. Bucky wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer, molding her body against him. Their lips gliding over each other smoothly, as if they were made for each other.

They pulled away to take a breath, and they both had the same dopey smile. Tarts and carnations. Who knew they mixed so well?