#sorry if this isn't well articulated I didn't know how to explain too well

[bugsbenefit]

seeing a "Mike is completely oblivious to his feelings and doesn't know he's in love with Will" take float on my dash from the wild and... i'm sorry i hate this interpretations so much. everyone can see things differently, but Mike having no clue of his own feelings makes absolutely no sense with what we see on screen to me. none

if this is ranty ignore little old me, i just need to complain today lmao

not only does Mike pause to look at Will's lips multiple times, which you could maybe argue he just doesn't realize anymore (doubtful since it's not something he's always done, it only started in s3 which is less than a full year away from s4 canonically)

there's also the whole fact that nothing else of his s4 conflict would make sense anymore. if Mike didn't know he didn't love El, what was he worried about telling her then, that she wouldn't like the truth of? it can't be that he loves her because he knows she would like that. Mike has to consciously be aware of something he knows he should tell El, but can't, because he's scared of how she'll take it

the same also goes for the sbp scene where Mike looks back at Will, shocked or conflicted, because Will is pushing him to confess to El. the initial shock would be inappropriate if Mike was already planning to tell El he loved her anyways and had no idea he actually loved Will

it also means that Mike didn't intentionally lie during the monologue with is almost more egregious because we saw Mike talk to the other's about sending El to Pennhurst with 0 concerns. he didn't know El overheard that so it might be something he thinks El could believe. but he himself would remember that he didn't "fall in love with her that moment", saying otherwise just makes Mike look like the dumbest, most unaware character in the whole show by far. not even just the show, it would probably make him one of the most oblivious characters out of Any show i can think of right now actually

it would also make no sense why we're completely barred from Mike's inner feelings during the monologue. if Mike genuinely believed what he was saying we'd be allowed to know his thoughts, since they wouldn't spoil anything yet. but alas, not only does Finn keep his lips sealed, even the rough drafts from three years ago skip over his internal feelings or thoughts completely which is extremely unusual for an emotional monologue of this importance and magnitude

everything else aside, the idea that Mike would just. not realize. he's queer and in love with his best friend is kind of bizarre to me. it really plays into the fanon version of Mike who is inhumanly oblivious and stupid. because canon Mike is actually not that bad with feelings, he can articulate himself if he wants to and he can pick up on and explain complex emotions he himself feels all the way back in s1. saying that Mike is genuinely too oblivious to realize his feelings isn't at all in line with his canon characterization

and besides it not making sense for his character. it's also a nonsensical choice from a writers perspective. if Mike would genuinely be unaware of his feelings for Will and his queerness; Byler would be rushed. i'm excited for Byler as much as the next person but this would be a horrible way to go about it. because s5 would then need to include:

Mike realizing he's not in love with El

Mike realizing he's queer

Mike dealing with the consequences of being queer in the 80s/coming to terms with said queerness to the point he feels comfortable acting on it

Mike realizing he's in love with Will

Mike and El finally breaking up

Mike and Will confessing to each other and getting together

that is an absurd amount of things to cram into a single seasons and essentially a character 180 in 8ish episodes. and all these points also need space and time to breathe to sit well with the audience. having Mike realize he's not in love with El and realize he's in love with Will would need a significant pause in between to feel good for the audience, but there's only so much time left. that will feel rushed no matter how well you write it. if they just revealed Mike being queer and in love with Will to the audience while having him already be aware of it we'd skip steps 1-4 on this list. the audience getting new information and recontextualizing things that already happened takes significantly less time than having a character go through the realizations first hand since that takes more development time

at this point, there's no way to write Mike realizing he's queer from scratch well with only one season left. there just isn't. especially with the amount of plot we need to cover in s5, the action, and all the other characters that need solid endings. opening a whole new can of worms for Mike is counterproductive. last seasons close character arcs, they don't kick new one's up that would take forever to properly flesh out

the thing that just really bothers me about this whole, "Mike doesn't know yet, he's oblivious" narrative, besides making little sense from a writer's pov and directly contradicting his canon character. is also that most takes just read extremely belittling. because a lot of people who say this seem to be aware that there won't be time to properly explore Mike's character or feelings like this. and they're fine with it because Mike will just be "Will's boyfriend", and only Will needs to come to terms with his queerness, Mike doesn't need an arc. and it's weird. the idea that Mike will have his whole queer realization in s5 hinges on the fact that Mike's character isn't important enough to get a fully fleshed out arc/time to naturally move from point A to point B, and that he'll just go from one relationship to the next with no problems

[intermundia]

Can I ask how having god with a mortal parent worked? Why was the reasoning? I'm sorry if it's meaningless question, I just started Bacchae so I've been wondering,

so this is a complex topic and i'm going to answer off the cuff with my gut reaction, so take this all with a grain of salt. afaik the parentage of gods and the manner of impregnation and delivery always seemed about articulating something about the fundamental characteristics of the resulting entity.

for the ancient greeks, anything that existed that transcended the life of an individual person and existed outside of the human time frame is divine. this includes things like natural phenomena, but also things like desire and creativity that all people experience like it moves through them. your parents felt the desire of aphrodite and your children will too, so aphrodite is divine, you know?

anyway the parentage of a god isn't exactly meant to be understood literally, like don't get hung up on the mechanics of what material the gods are made of and how they enter the human world and what divine sex is like lmao consider it more in terms of the narrative that it creates in their myth.

it's important that the greek world is kind of divided into three: the mortal plane, 'up' where the olympian gods exist, and 'down' where the chthonian gods exist. any time an entity crosses these lines, either to come up to olympus in the case of herakles or to go down in the case of persephone, it is important and meaningful in their story.

humans are both made of earth 'stuff' so they are tied to the chthonian but they also are capable of experiencing and embodying the divine force of the olympians as well. they're kind of in the middle and capable of both, raw material. if an olympian mixes with a mortal, it creates an individual touched by the narrative, capable of ascending to the status of complete divinity, but always associated with the mortal plane.

so let's take dionysus's myth since you're reading the bacchae and consider what his parentage implies. to be the son of zeus and a mortal, he's born with a mixture of mortal human in him, straddling the human plane and the olympian. what is it about wine and the resulting madness that is deeply human but also transcendant? we make wine, but we also make tools, so why is dionysus different from hephaestus who had fully divine origin?

my understanding is that the way that wine alters the subjectivity of humans, elevating and transcending our usual sober and rational experience of reality, is giving the human a touch of the divine madness that is the core of dionysus's divinity. he is born of a mortal, his power exists within the body when you partake of his intoxicating substance.

so the divine madness of dionysus is a both made of the grapes grown from the earth just like people, and altered and fermented by people, so it's all born of a mortal, but the way it alters people's subjective experience and allows them to touch an elevated state, something that will exist before and after them, is divine in an olympian sense.

so that's my take based on my understanding but i didn't look for sources for it, so again please take it with a grain of salt ahaha. but this is how i would explain it!

[kiwichaeng]

I'm sorry it took me a while to get to this but I wanted to take my time to articulate my thoughts on them because there are A Lot Of Thoughts. Fair warning this will be long so it's under the cut

I'll start with Alice! I was really into The Mortal Instruments book series for quite some time as well as all the other books in the shadowhunter chronicles. There's this couple in there Malec (Magnus and Alec) and one day I thought "hey what if I gave them another kid" thus Alice was born. (I will try to explain book canon events as best as I can going forward)

Alice Solaria Lightwood-Bane (she/they) was orphaned during a canon war in the books (The very last one in the dark artifices if anyone knows what I'm talking about) and taken in by Alec and Magnus Lightwood-Bane (in my defence, they were collecting babies like Pokémons) She belonged to a prominent shadowhunter family and was kinda the only one left of her line. They were six btw. They were born in Scranton, Pennsylvania on a farm that had been in the family for generations. She still visits every winter as a tradition.

Alice goes on to become a centurion (a shadowhunter scholar basically) and has a tendency to get too attached sometimes to the cases she's assigned. Her preferred weapons are her trusty twin daggers.

They're really close to her family, loves to read and can play the guitar and piano. Alice's a pretty decent cook but has recently taken up baking and is enjoying that far more. A pretty good artist too actually. She's a cat person through and through and right now has both a cat and dog (we'll get into this in a sec). She pretty much keeps to themselves most of the time but isn't one to take anyone's shit. They also have one (1) friend group they are emotionally attached to. You'll have to drag those people away from each other with a crowbar. (More on the friend group in a sec too!) One of their favourite things to indulge in is fashion and mixing and matching outfits.

She loves so fiercely and cares deeply. Every single person who's ever touched their life has a special place in their heart that's not going to change. Alice isn't the best at getting over people and will always have a door open for them. Unless you really did something. Then they're holding that grudge forever. There's a reason Alice can relate to Poison Poison by Reneé Rapp

Alice is also one stubborn bitch /affectionate. Headstrong, perfectionist with a tendency to use her words more sharply than knives. Probably has an anxiety disorder but they'll admit to something being wrong with them on their death bed. Extremely curious individual but doesn't always know where to stop.

Here's my Pinterest board for Alice, a song from my Alice playlist

and the moodboard

Okay let's get into Olivia! Olivia kind of just happened. I was shaping Alice in my head when I started to imagine someone with them. A friend first and then more later. Pretty soon I was looking at Olivia and I absolutely loved her.

Olivia Stormrose (she/her) is half fae half shadowhunter which was quite controversial, mostly because of the timing. She spent the first few years of her life in the faerie realm with her faerie father but then because of events that took place the relationship between Shadowhunters and faeries declined BADLY. Like, fuck you, don't talk to us ever again, badly. Olivia's mother (shadowhunter) wanted her daughter to be with her because she knew if it didn't happen now she would never get to see her daughter again. So yeah it was controversial as hell because "we just said we hate faeries and are not gonna have relations with them WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM" it was not good! But! Legally there wasn't anything wrong (she was conceived before relationships soured) so she got to stay! Did people like it? No her life in the academy was absolutely miserable for the most part.

There's an academy where shadowhunter children go to and learn how to be a Shadowhunter. It's optional (at least that's what I remember) and many children are trained by their Shadowhunter families instead. Both Alice and Olivia went, which is where they properly meet for the first time. They're assigned to be roommates! Or rather, Alice is the first person who doesn't mind sharing her room with a half-faerie after a long list of kids who refused. They become friends fast and their friendship is the only highlight of Olivia's time there. Olivia also gets to meet Alice's Shadowhunter friends Safah and Zach and they all form a nice group.

Olivia's in the academy when her mom dies; a demon hunt gone wrong. She's 15. Instead of facing living in institutes (Shadowhunter headquarters sort of) she gets herself into the scholomance (school to become centurions). She keeps her head down and gets herself through.

Alice and Olivia are nineteen when they stop tiptoeing the line of friends-maybe more and a drunken night leads to finally getting together for good 🩷

Olivia is an amazing cook, loves collecting vinyls and cassettes, has a soft spot for cheesy queer romance novels and horror movies, a total dog person. There's a reason Alice and Olivia have both a dog and cat. Olivia is not the best socially and inadvertently hurts people sometimes but she's working on it! She loves to dye her hair from time to time (her hair is crying) and researching obscure topics. Oh and an obscene amount of coffee. Alice and Olivia's kitchen is a constant battlefield with tea on one side and coffee on the other

She holds herself at a distance from everyone and can come across as off-putting at times. There are very few people who have managed to scale the mile high walls around her. Olivia has a tendency to shut everyone else out. She tends to put up extremely high standards for herself and will do anything to get to them

As she grows up, Olivia learns things about her family and her mother that makes her question her entire childhood. A discovery changes everything she ever knew about her childhood. I'm still figuring out the minor details and am hesitant to share more for now.

Here's the Pinterest board , a song from her playlist,

And the moodboard!

I'm gonna talk a bit about these two together! They're really good for each other and my favourite thing is that they are best friends first and foremost. They love each other so much I get happy thinking about them 🩷. Absolutely will tear the world down for each other :)

One of my favourite things ever is to put them into different universes and play with them. My most loved universe is the one where Alice is a Shadowhunter and Olivia is a mundane (a normal human). Shadowhunters and mundanes cannot be together unless the mundane becomes a Shadowhunter (an extremely difficult process that the mundane may not even survive) or the Shadowhunter gives up Shadowhunting (has their powers stripped, lose all contact to their Shadowhunter family, extremely painful). I love putting them in pain basically. They're my babies

Anyway check out the moodbaord I made for that specific universe

Obviously this isn't the only universe but we would be here all day if I started going into those.

Right, friend group! Zach, Aaron, Trixie and Safah. They all came to me one by one and I fell in love with them. I'm not going to go into a lot of detail because this is Very Long. In the traditional Shadowhunter au, Safah and Zach are Shadowhunters while Trixie and Aaron are werewolves. They're all really close and adopted Olivia into the group.

Trix and Alice bond through TV shows and moves. Safah, Alice and Zach are always discovering new restaurants together where all of them go together later. Aaron and Alice are artists. Olivia and Zach bake together all the time. Trix got Olivia into running and now it's their thing together. Together, they will have group hangs as often as they can and as they grew up they became a monthly thing when they would all get together

I can go into more details but this is so fucking long I will not blame you for not reading most of it. This is definitely more than you bargained for but like...these are my children who I love more than anything so...

Bye!

current hyperfixation?

Oh wow okay! Do my own OCs count? Because I've been thinking about Alice and Olivia A Lot. Been writing for them too which I've been too hesitant to do. Nothing substantial because I don't really have the time for that and I need to finish my Lone Star fic before I do any other writing but yeah I'm gonna go with my OCs for now!

[transcredwaters]

29. What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most?

I almost forgot to answer this when I woke up like. 4 hours ago ?

the great dice have said Kukra. At least he's easy to answer for.

Kukra leans heavily towards nouliths, pretty much exclusively. By his bias towards working as a Sage; he finds he's the most comfortable as a healer. He has tried scholar at some point, but it just wasn't as comfortable for him, and he just didn't enjoy the feel. Nor was he able to adjust to it.

It is canon that previously, when working with Mjara, he was a Paladin; though due to a sort of death by association he's very uncomfortable using it. He's not much to do tanking at all; Greatswords, Axes, Swords, it's all just very uncomfortable for him and he's prone to fight if you try to take him off somewhere as the tank. There was actually a point where he accidentally kicked Thancred over it. The others were holding him back as he started kicking and Thancred came too close.

[mobiused]

ah did you like loonas latest queendom two stage?? i loved it as an orbit but i would’ve loved to see more theatrical stage stuff yk…it was still great regardless. also the instrumental was fucking amazing…. sorry if you’re tired of getting questions about queendom but to me you’re like Thee Loona Blog and you’re usually updated on loona related stuff. hope u have a good rest of ur day ^^

I think the camerawork did a disservice to the performance, like Choerry's straight cradle (for lack of better descriptor sorry idk) wasn't shown in a way that showed it well at all, I saw some of the supporting dancers struggled with some other stunts too which I suppose can't be helped, and so Mnet trying to avoid highlighting these awkward parts (and just generally shitty camerawork) might've ended up downplaying how beautiful the performance is. I think the fullcam might help with seeing it at its full potential. (That reminds me of how I saw a hanbit 'remix' the cinematography of Tell Me Now using the full cam and fancams to improve the camerawork - might be nice if someone did this for this round too)

Butterfly, and the message they wanted to deliver with it, isn't a song that needs theatrics - it speaks for itself. It would come across as insincere and desperate to pad it out with theatrics imo - keeping it grounded in performance is what gave it so much emotion. Their choice of outfits (flowing pants that facilitated movement), their inclusion of ballet which is in reference to how they were made to learn ballet and yet never had the chance to demonstrate their skills, the spiderweb representing feelings of entrapment, stagnation, that sense of fear waiting for their impending doom... the carefully articulated narration in the intro... I don't know, after watching I was an emotional wreck, in a good way of course.

Also quite frustrated that Mnet didn't show Yves' powerpoint presentation on the creative decisions where they could've explained that, yes, Orbits like Butterfly but the reason why Orbits and LOONA like Butterfly, the almost year long hiatus, the mistreatment and uncertainty of the fate of the company, KCON, all the other stuff that we don't know, was missing... felt as if it, as a performance, was so misunderstood due to the complete lack of context.

[delusion-of-negation]

Hi! So I just recently came across the info that you have DID, and I wanted to ask - is this a blog for all alters/parts in your body or are you just one of them/the host?

This isn't meant to be rude or something, I'm just curious

I don't take it as rude, don't worry! I hope you don't mind that I'm answering it publicly, just figured it might be useful for other folks who want to ask similar questions. first of all, language like "host" or "original", or even the "protector/persecutor" categories, don't apply very well to my situation, and I'd prefer if people didn't use them to refer to any alters here. we definitely don't have an original (more responding to other people there than you, obviously you didn't say that), it happened long before we ever integrated a singular identity - so it makes no sense to ask who the original is, it's like seeing a person who was born without legs and asking which leg left first. and it's kind of similar regarding hosts, being polyfragmented means we aren't some easily described system of ten people you can track and then say Fronter McGee gets the most screentime, y'know? the term host is too simplistic for what's going on with us (I made this complaint once and somebody said "I just take host to mean whoever is controlling the body right now :)" and it was like ma'am that's not what the term means, the term for that is to front, the host is the boss who typically fronts the most and sits in the big boy chair with a fancy desk and a pipe). we don't have a host, we do have a big handful of alters who are more closely "related" to each other, for lack of a better word (it's really hard to explain this stuff, and I don't want to go on eight different rants in this one reply), who front more often than some of the more distant or specific alters (ones with very specific triggers, for example), but to call them hosts would be stretching the definition of the word, given how many of them there are and how little their role or behaviour resembles that of a traditional host. as for the categories, we just don't fit neatly into them, and they always felt to me like I was doing the DID version of a buzzfeed personality quiz when I tried to use them. I'm sure they work for some people and help them to articulate an experience, but I just don't vibe with them. so yeah, sorry this got long, but I figured since you used one of those words (and only one, I know, they're just all commonly used ones), I'd just take the opportunity to mention that I don't like them and would appreciate them not being used. this blog is for anyone, we're not the type to be very rigid in who's allowed to post where, because of various issues (both related and unrelated to those already mentioned, and I'm too lazy to list them all), but there are alters who prefer to use other blogs that have themes more akin to what they like to post or what they want to see on their dash or whatever. and similarly, none of those blogs are locked from anyone else. overall, we tend to find it easier to take a more wishy-washy approach than to be like "this is who's out right now, they can only use these accounts, they aren't allowed to steal my ice-cream!" otherwise we'd be micromanaging more than your average business owner. alters who might say something truly out of character for this blog know it'd be a dick move to the rest of us to do that, and would probably get them shit from my followers anyway, so they don't do that, and similarly I don't go on their yandere blog and go "actually I kinda prefer people give me space" for the same reason. mutual respect, I think, is a better system for us than each person having wholly differentiated spaces, especially with the amount of blurring and fragmentation and such we suffer from. so yeah, to answer your question, it's open to anyone, but most typically used by a select group of alters for various reasons.

[hamliet]

Hello, this is a long ask about RWBY. I asked someone else about this too but I wanted to gain more insights.

Do you think that Yang's and the Branwen Twins writing is lacking in some parts?

Magic is considered to be a heritable trait in Remnant, so why does Yang show no signs of shapeshifting? (Unless it's a mistake done by the creators since Yang and Raven were supposed to be in some scenes back in Volume 2 and 3)

Raven and Qrow both shed feathers after transforming into a bird/back into human, would it a stretch for people to think that they are faunuses since they don't know about magic?

Raven is a possibly well known bandit considering that she used to be in Team STRQ who were given media coverage during the time they participated in the Vytal Tournaments and Raven is wearing a grimm mask which the general public associates with the White Fang. Shouldn't the residents of Patch/Mistral be more wary about Yang considering her heritage and her action's in the tournament?

What about Yang's writing in Volume 4? CRWBY didn't show us the ugly sides of it since they didn't want to show the audience about Yang "moping" around and when they showed us Taiyang being a "good" father, the message didn't come across as good (especially with the not every semblance is basically a temper tantrum, and the lost some braincells with her arm). Also shouldn't Yang also have some PTSD about her incident when she almost got herself and Ruby killed?

Yang and the Twins story are very interesting to me, but I don't think that Roosterteeth is using their full potential like Adam Taurus. It would actually be interesting if Yang played both sides to found out what happened to Summer Rose, it would be interesting if we are shown the effects of what happened after Yang almost got herself and Ruby killed.

I'm sorry that I rambled a lot to you, I could have said more but I can't articulate my thoughts properly. I just want every character in the series to get the same treatment as Oscar, Ruby, Jaune, Weiss, Salem, Cinder, and Ironwood since their writing/characterization is well done (even though it also has some mistakes, but nothing is perfect) compared to the others.

Thank you for seeing my long ask, and I hope that I don't overwhelm you or annoy you by this. Good day.

Hi!! Don't worry, I'm not annoyed! I 'll answer each of your points, but my answer is honestly for the large part that I don't think they're lacking.

The turn-into-birds thing isn't entirely explained, but it's clearly not a faunus thing. It's also definitely not a hereditary thing, and this is directly stated in the show. Why people don't think this I'll get into in a bit, but first:

Volume 5 has Raven, Ozpin, and Qrow all state that Ozpin gave them that power through magic, and that it was wrong to do so. Raven clearly views it as a violation, and when she proves it to Weiss and Yang and they in turn tell the rest of the crew, everyone is disturbed and upset. Why it is so disturbing and upset I don't quite understand honestly (seems a little disproportionate?), but the implication is that Ozpin misused magic to do that to them. It may be further elaborated on.

Why everyone instantly knows it's not a faunus or hereditary thing is because faunus are people with animal characteristics. That is clearly very, very different from literally transforming from a person into an animal. I don't think it's strange that people don't notice--plus, a lot of people don't know that Raven and Qrow can do this, nor really do Raven and Qrow want them to know.

I don't think many people know Yang's heritage (I don't think Team STRQ is known very well outside of certain communities of hunters--think about how the kids don't know Jaune's heritage even though it's also pretty substantial usually). I think the implication on the show is actually pretty consistent and normal--yeah, people in cities and places that pay attention are very in tune to what happened in Beacon, but the majority of people especially in rural areas don't give a damn or don't pay that much attention. Yang probably had notoriety among other academies for a bit (but that also probably changed when it was revealed her opponent was one of the enemies). But that doesn't equate to the general public being intimately aware. This is actaully highly realistic, imo.

I cannot disagree more with the portrayal of Yang in Volume 4, though I do agree that Tai wasn't always framed well. I wrote a whole meta on Yang and PTSD actually!

I also do think that Yang shows trauma from the time she almost got herself and Ruby killed. (That also said, not everyone responds to each trauma in the exact same way!) Yang's entire arc is about finding balance. She's been kind of a maternal figure to Ruby her whole life, and struggles with that. When she refuses to accompany Ruby to Mistral at first, Yang feels incredibly guilty (even disproportionally so) because she's seeing it as Raven abandoning her (hence, the symbolism of Yang going to Raven to get to Ruby). I do think this has been fully explored as it should be up until this point, honestly, though I also expect Raven to come back at some point (likely to die saving Yang--which may give final closure for that incident).

Thank you for the ask!

[cheelduh]

How to strike your way into someone’s heart (Highschool AU)

Part 2 to this. Can be read alone!

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Warnings: A lot of swearing I mean what do you expect they’re all teenagers. Lots of brick slapping. Childe clowns Scaramouche. OH YES this isn’t edited at all lmfao have fun.

Synopsis: It’s your big date with Childe after you lost the bet miserably. You decide to pay the occult club a visit in hopes of finding something that can...ease your concerns. Childe on the other hand has Signora give him a friendly piece of advice, believe it or not. 

Note: SRY THIS TOOK ME LIKE A MONTH

For as long as you can remember, you've never believed in ghosts, demons, or souls that lose their way in the endless void, forced to roam the earth in repentance.

Believing in the unknown takes creativity, adventure, maybe even a little sense of fear. Scratch that—a shitton of fear, because humans love to weave in their insecurities and inability to explain something into something of a phenomenon.

Bad luck lies in this category. Bad luck is simply a way to justify the catastrophe that one cannot admit they have fabricated themselves. Everyone wants a reason as to why shit hits the fan, and it can be anything but their own fault.

Bad luck is nothing but a load of bull to you. That's totally why you're standing outside the calculus classroom during lunch break, which happens to be the official meet spot for the occult club.

You raise a fist to knock, but then falter, thinking over your options once again. Is this what it has come to? Putting your faith into the weird kids that once tried to summon Schrödinger's cat for the physics final.

Fischl kicks the door wide open, a smirk playing at her lips once she spots you. "One cannot refrain from the song of your cogitation. The feline for which thou dwell on—"

A squeak leaves your throat and you flinch back, cutting her off. "You can read my mind?"

"Fischl," An icy eyed boy shows up from behind her and points a thumb back. "Mona needs your help."

Fischl squints at you for a brief moment, and then spins onto her heel to go back into the room.

The blue haired lower class man, Chongyun you guess, narrows his eyes at you. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Finally you manage to speak, palms all sweaty. "Yeah uh, I need your help. You know, with occulty things." You use your hands to articulate your thoughts, but ultimately give up.

You're not sure if it's pity towards your pathetic explanation or simply annoyance, but Chongyun widens the opening. He silently gestures for you to follow.

Stumbling on your feet and putting on your big girl pants, you hurry inside of the room, hoping you aren't seen by Beidou. She wouldn't let you hear the end of this.

The temperature instantly drops, and you have to adjust your sight to navigate. There's heavy incense in the air as well as a a few lighted candles from the dollar store, you guess.

Sitting smack dab in the middle of all the demonic markings is Mona, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Chongyun has made his way next to her, crossing his arms with a sigh, and Fischl is busy cooing at her bird.

"Well well well..." Mona's amused, eyes almost twinkling as she gets up from the poor desk that had to suffer the wrath of her ass. "If it isn't Y/N."

Mona is a glorified dick wiper in your books. One time, she partnered up with you in chemistry last year and refused to do any work because apparently her "star sign" said she was incompatible with science. You haven't forgiven her since.

"I need your help." You barely manage to choke out the words, reigning yourself in by clenching your fists instead. It'll be unethical to claw her face, especially since you're the one who's come to her.

"Oh?" She smiles wickedly, revelling in every moment of this no doubt. "Why would the high and mighty Y/N need help from the 'Whoroscope whore'?"

Fischl nearly slips out a laugh, trying with her upmost ability to refrain from rolling all over the floor.

You blink away your tears of almost-laughter, casually sliding in twenty mora across the table dividing you two. If she's a whoroscope whore like you say she is, she'll definitely put it in her bra.

Mona raises a brow, but her eyes linger on the bill for a second too much. "What makes you think I'll do it for money?"

"That's simple," You say, rolling your eyes. "When you see mora, you cling to it like a baby clings to a tit. Now just take it and solve my issues."

She fumes a litany of curses but snatches the money up anyways.

"What do you want?"

You breathe in, then out. "I need a talisman."

Mona raises a brow, hand on her hip. "I'm sorry. Did I get that right?"

How dare she. You will your eye into not twitching, the beginnings of fire thrumming through your veins, scalding hot. How dare she make me repeat myself.

"You know, the thing to fend off evil spirits," Your statement hangs heavy in the air as the cogs in their brains click into place. "I need one that can remove the most evilest thing times ten to the power of twenty five on this planet."

Everyone immediately thinks of Hu Tao.

Chongyun is the first to speak from an area of expertise, seemingly shocked at your words. "Are you sure you want a talisman that powerful? How bad is the evil spirit you've come across?"

You glance out the window, through the semi-open blinds. The apprehension curls in your stomach once you spot Childe chasing Aether with safety scissors, and you've never been more sure of than anything in your life.

Gulping, you turn back to the exorcist. "I'm 110% sure."

He doesn't ask any more questions and goes to fetch the talisman.

Mona clears her throat. "So I hear you have a date with Childe today. Quite the character you've taken to."

"Oh please," You hiss through your teeth, your blood pressure going up tenfold, "you're the one that told him our star signs were intertwined and that we're fated lovers."

She shrugs innocently, stance casual unlike your own that is ready to lunge an attack.

"Here you are," Chongyun hands you a talisman, a colourful mix of some charms, some kind of liquid in a bottle, and about a shitton of other things. "You'll need these if you're going to face the most demonic of all evils."

You think of Childe's stupidly handsome smirk, the playful life of his eyes, and how gentle and considerate he is with you. You think about how cruel he is to others, but how loving he can be to you.

"Oh, I will be."

—

Childe is getting his ass handed to him by Scaramouche on the switch. It's just that he can't seem to focus, not with the forthcoming date all over his mind.

He hasn't experienced these kind of jitters in a long time. Has to endure that foolish smile that's about to plaster all over his face.

Scaramouche may be a son of a bitch with an agenda, but he doesn't appreciate his acquaintances safeguarding their personal crap when it starts to leak onto him. Especially when it comes to video games.

"Okay," The short boy sighs, stretching over the staff room sofa to drop his controller on the cushions. "Let's hear it." He can't even properly enjoy his victories when Childe isn't giving it his all.

"Hear what?" Childe lays his head back, relaxing from all the strain of endless gaming during the lunch hour. He seems too relaxed for someone who's broken into the teacher's lounge.

"Why you're so distracted." Scaramouche points out. "Not that I care—hey! I'm serious here!"

Childe's cracking up for absolutely no reason, rudely cutting him off. "I'm sorry—sorry it's just so hard to take you seriously when you're wearing that stupid fucking hat."

"Don't question the drip." The older moves his head to glare at him, but the thin stripe of silk on his hat swooshes with him, and it's enough to have Childe clutching his stomach in pain as he barks out in laughter.

"Grow the fuck up." Scaramouche says, no doubt exasperated from the constant shit he gets.

"Ok—ok I'm sorry."

There's a knock on the door before Scaramouche gets the chance to intimidate him again.

"Fuck shit fuck who is that? Wasn't there a staff meeting?" Childe whisper yells, panic clear in the ocean of his eyes.

Scaramouche shrugs and downs a can of soda with no care in the world.

Childe would be nonchalant too. If it were a normal day, he wouldn't give two shits about getting caught.

However, he's looking forward to that date he has with you today. Detention is going foil all his lecherous plans.

"It's me." The feminine sound of a threat calls out from the other side. "Open the door." The clicks and clacks of her toes tapping the floor indicating her impatience.

The two sigh in relief, Childe getting up to open the door. It's way too early in the afternoon to deal with this crap.

"Surprised to see me?" Signora greets sweetly, and if not for the murderous glint in her eyes, he would smile back.

"Yeah, I didn't say Bloody Mary three times." The ginger replies, keeping a steady eye on the upperclassman in case she pulls a fast one.

The blonde shoves him aside in offence, and prances in like she owns the goddamn place. Scaramouche greets her with the bird.

"There's this rumour going around—I'm sure you've heard..."

"Oh?" Childe pockets his keys, ready for an attack, not even remotely interested in the topic.

"Something about how Y/N gave Mona a visit today" Signora muses, elegantly taking a seat on the arm of the couch, "with your date and all, I just thought you should know."

"Hah!" Scaramouche bursts out in laughter, tears in the corner of his eyes. "I can't believe she went to get a horoscope reading on how shitty your date's gonna be."

"Get castrated." Childe growls, flipping him off on both hands.

"Now now boys," Signora's lips curl, and she clasps both manicured hands together, prepared to break the fight if it ever reaches its peak. "Settle down. You two are comrades."

"As if I'm comrades with this SIMP!" Scaramouche has to wheeze out the words.

The youngest clenches his fists, unclenches, and then lets a smirk grow. "Oh? I'm the simp? What about that time Mona pantsed you in-front of all the freshmen and you fell in love with her."

Scaramouche glares at him, a glare strong enough to have anyone shaking in their shoes. "I'm attracted at her sheer audacity of trying to fuck I, Scaramouche, the 8th harbinger, over. It takes balls."

"Mad respect." Signora leans forward to place her phone on the coffee table, then approaches Childe. "Moving on, the reason I've decided to bestow my precious intel on you is because I have a favour to ask of you."

"What?" He says blankly, confused that she has a request for him out of all people.

"I need you to let me get you ready for this date of yours." She gives him a gaze that is enough to wither away any arguments.

Childe shares a look with Scaramouche as if to say "am I fucking deaf because I sure as shit didn't just hear that."

"You sure as hell did, boys." Signora intercepts the connection of their two brainwaves with a dreaded sigh. "I hate Y/N. This is the only way I can get back at her."

"Hey!" Childe exclaims loudly, waving his hands in the air incessantly. "What makes you think I'll let you shit on my future girlfriend."

"I'll be doing nothing of the sorts." She points out, giving him a sly smile. "I just know she's terrified of what's coming. The better the date is, the more she's gonna hate herself. What more do I need but to sprinkle some inner conflict within her airtight resolve?"

As favorable as the proposal is, Childe  contemplates for a second. Signora...helping him? This could work to his advantage if he plays his cards right.

His inner turmoil takes him into the future, where you two are happily married with eight and a half kids. If you ever managed to find out Signora was the culprit that was finally able to set you two up, you'd never forgive him.

"Nah I'll take a hard pass." He doesn't want to think about divorce and custody battles this early on. He'd rather face the brunt of Signora's wrath.

Scaramouche chooses right then to make a tactical withdrawal out through the window since he doesn't want to be a witness to a murder he hasn't caused.

Surprisingly— "Fine then." Signora shrugs, unbothered when summoning out a minty juul from no where. She's disappointed nonetheless.

Childe tilts his head, perplexed, but decides against mulling over it for too long. Instead, he strides off to the door, wanting to get the last two periods over with so he can run home and freshen up for this date.

"Oh and Childe?" Signora calls out to him, but he barely acknowledges her, only pausing momentarily without looking back. "A piece of friendly advice. A diligent student like Y/N, there's no way she'd be into rash things like fighting. So try and control yourself, hmm?"

He flashes the senior a sheepish smile, the front row tickets to the illegal underground fight-club burning in the back pocket of his pants.

—

Childe conceals near the bushes by the gate, expertly hiding his shaking hands by pretending to look for something in his back. His goal isn't to seem desperate, even though he's raced out here at the speed of light after Havria's dismissal.

It's not like he's trying to eavesdrop or anything. He just wants a little insight on how you're feeling about this, in case the rumors of you visiting the occult club wasn't a farce.

From his peripheral, he spots you and a familiar figure that is Lisa, leisurely walking side by side as you approach the main side walk.

"Ready for your date, Y/N? You've been daydreaming all afternoon." Lisa winks, and dodges the shove you send her way with experience like no other.

"Yes, daydreaming about punching you in the face." Your left eye twitches in annoyance as you fix your hold on your skateboard.

"Well then, I'll be off—ah!"

The gorilla grip you have on her sleeve takes away all the time she has to get on the last bus she's about to miss.

Your utter strength is enough to make Childe's knees weak. How pathetic he thinks.

"Oh no you don't," You say in a sing-song voice, "you got me into this, so you're going to help."

"Help with what?" Lisa fakes a hard pout as she bats her lashes, trying to collect pity points.

"I—" You inhale, loosening your grip on her and averting your eyes nervously to see if anyone's watching. "Don't make me say it."

The older girl motions for you to continue, and you're sure you've suffered more for less at this point.

"I've never...been on a..." The sentence ends in a trailed murmur.

Childe doesn't think he's ever seen you so flustered. He's about to snap a picture for later, but decides against it. They'll be plenty of moments later on to see your cute expressions.

Lisa's grin is both seductive and terrifying, Childe notices. "You've never been on a date?"

"Shut up!" You hiss, dropping your board so you can cover her lips with your palm, eyes darting around your surroundings frantically. "Not so loud."

He has to bite at his fist to hide his amusement.

As if she has a sixth sense, Lisa's eyes somehow find Childe's through the abundance of leaves, and there's a glint in her eyes that nearly makes him shart his pants.

"Of course Y/N," She replies sweetly to you, who is currently unaware of the staring match going on. "I'll teach you everything you need to know...and more."

Childe doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing. Nor does he want to find out.

—

You ponder on what's taking him so long, more on edge than you usually are. Thankfully, Lisa basically pried your hair down from its usual up-do. Said something about how you can hide your lack of shits given as to not offend him.

Except you think you're giving more shits that you expected to. Why else would your heart be pounding so hard?

"What took you so long?" You sense him creeping up on you, ceasing his chance to pounce.

Childe groans playfully and slaps a hand over his face as he comes into view. "How'd you know?"

"You have a douche-styled gait." You reply as you remove your gaze off your phone to approach him.

He's prepared to shoot a witty reply, but it dies halfway through his throat when he procures a good look at you. Your hair frames your face elegantly, eyes shining despite the tiredness that's so clear, all complete with a cooling spring dress that hugs you just right.

Mouth going dry, he forgets how to speak the common tongue, unable to tear his gaze off your form.

You shift in place awkwardly. "Uh are you okay? Looking a little...blank."

"Sorry—sorry just thinking." Childe stumbles over his words like the complete idiot and a half he is, berating himself countlessly on the inside. He regains his confidence once he spots the light dust on your cheeks. "You ready for the best date ever?"

"The best date huh?" It's the first time you smile today, and he swears his heart leaps in his rib cage. You're the prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on. "I'm ready. I better not be disappointed."

"I wouldn't dare disappoint, girlie." He feigns mock offence as dramatically as possible. "I'll show you how to have some real fun. Cool keychain by the way, for good luck?"

It's one of the charms Chongyun urged you to carry with you at all times to keep all forms of evil away.

"Yeah...something like that."

The two of you ease into the walk in a relatively comfortable fashion, contributing with lively chatter and a few jabs here and there. It's not awkward at all, not like you thought it would be. Your nerves loosen up, mind diverting from the roots of the stress of high school.

"—And you won't believe what Kaeya did the other day. I'm telling you there's something wrong with him because that SoundCloud rapper wannabe Venti goaded him into birdboxing through the hallways at lunch."

"And the son of a bitch did it?"

"The son of a bitch did it." Childe confirmed, gasping through his laughs as the two of you converse in psychobabble. "And guess who he bumped into?"

You're choking in laughter, tears in your eyes as you hunch over and shake. "He didn't. Childe—no he didn't."

"Straightttt into Diluc. And he had the balls to feel him up because he thought he bumped into a hot bab—"

Childe crashes into a sturdy chest and stumbles backwards towards you, but manages to catch his balance midway. Both of you freeze when faced with a buff guy from another school, bandages on his fist and a crooked smirk on his face.

Fuck. You think. Classic high school cliché.

Realizing he can't risk the remainder of this date when it hasn't even begun, Childe raises a hand in apology, aiming to be the bigger person instead of socking the kid in the face.

"Sorry. I wasn't looking." He offers to the guy, but you can tell he isn't buying any of it. There are about four more kids who group, a setup that isn't going to end in your favour.

"Hey punk. You don't remember me?" The upperclassmen barks out, glaring holes into your date.

You deadpan towards Childe, but he's too is racking his brain to remember. Ends up shrugging with no recollection.

"I have a list of names but they're in my other pants." Shit, what an a-grade reply. Now you know you're done for. "Listen dude, I'm kind of on a date and the vibe is going great. Don't ruin it."

"It's a good thing she's here to watch then!" The guy yells, stomping so that he's right in-front of Childe, ready to pounce. "You humiliated me in front of my gang last week. I'm here to rip you a new one."

Childe blinks, tries to remember, and when he doesn't, he grabs a wad full of cash from the his Fanny pack and throws it at the guy's feet.

Everyone's eyes bulge out of their sockets, including yours at the amount of money placed there casually on the crack of the dirty sidewalk.

"Hopefully this is enough for the damages." Childe offers, aiming to not further escalate the situation albeit how pissed he is right now. If you weren't here...well that would be another, much more violent story.

With a soft tug, Childe brings you close and begins to pass the guy, until he's abruptly stopped by a hand gripping his shoulder tightly.

"I don't think so!" The guys barks, and his lackeys move to surround you two. "You gotta pay taxes too buddy." Oh he's getting way too comfortable now.

A feral smile grows on Childe's face as he looks over his shoulder. "Oh?"

"Yeah shithead." The guy seethes, puffing out his chest to size him up.

Childe itches for a fight. He can no longer keep in the urge and is just about ready to raise a heavy fist, but is beaten by the sound of a loud thwack, and then a painful groan following.

There you are, standing in front of the trembling asshole, spinning your crossbody bag in circles like it's a nunchuck in all it's glory. There's a deadly glint in your eyes, pure, unadulterated vexation in your features.

If Childe could fall for you any harder, it's probably happening now. In that exact moment, his heart beats in his ears uncontrollably, and there's nothing but raw adoration that piles up all at once.

You're an angel of destruction, a force not to be reckoned with, and shit, you're the eye of the fucking storm.

Fire courses through your veins as you pulverize the guy with your bag, swinging with such expertise it has Childe in awe. "He may be an absolute idiot for not remembering—"

"Hey girlie you're killing me here!" Your date snaps out of his astonishment temporarily.

"—but you don't get to call him a shithead, you asshole!" You snarl angrily, gripping the handle of your bag tightly, decking everyone that lunges at you, letting out strings of curses with every hit. Every hit sends a flock of them either stumbling back in pain, or knocked out completely.

Childe doesn't even get a chance to lift a finger by the time you're done violating them with your heavy ass pink bag. Stands there like an absolute loser.

"Apologize." You pant, prepared to send another flurry of attacks at the leader, who is crawling away with a battered face. "Apologize or I'll—I'll fucking Russian neck tie your ass."

"S-sorry!" The guy whimpers out and tries not to piss his pants at the threat.

Childe is still in too much shock at the whole ordeal to reply, short circuiting.

Another thirty seconds pass until he registers the smaller hand waving in front of his face. He catches your cold hand through his haze, brings it closer.

Running a free hand through his locks, he doesn't hide his astonishment. "You're fucking gorgeous, girlie." He whistles lowly, eyeing you with a new kind of regard.

"I-I uh." Your face is all shades of red by now, the adrenaline from kicking ass wearing down. "Let's go."

"How is that bag so heavy?" One of the fallen gasps out in pain, clutching his ribs as he trembles on the floor. "Like a buh-brick."

A part of your zipper in open, and Childe briefly peeks out of morbid curiosity. His jaw slackens. "Is that a...no, it can't be."

"It's a brick." You murmur guiltily, gnawing at your bottom lip. "Just in case." Fingers tentatively play with the straps.

Childe is head over heels by now, all smitten as a foreign warmth bubbles up in his throat, and he's just about sure he'll puke his heart out.

His next words are picked out carefully. "There's an underground fight club going on—"

You lock and aim for his right kidney.

Worth a try, Childe thinks.

"SIKE. Joking—joking. Just a joke." He insists, gloved hands raised by his ears in defence.

Clicking your tongue, you scowl and rush past him.

It hasn't even been an hour and it's been the most exciting date Childe's ever experienced. When he sees your lips twitch, he knows it's the same for you as well.

"Are we going or not?" You mumble, avoiding eye contact, a tinge of red still decorating your cheeks.

Childe crumbles into his hands at your deadly duality. One that comes for his enemies and one that comes straight for his heart.

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Something About Pride

Summary: It's Pride Month! Dean tries to make sure you feel celebrated today, while Sammy has an inner dilemma about Castiel.

Pairings: Bi!Reader x Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester x Castiel

A/N: I had more alternative titles for that one (too in love to think straight and the gay angel), but this one fits a lot! A bit late, I know.

"Shouldn't you buy him a gift or something? It's like a full on gay Valentine's Day," Dean said in a husky voice, barely functioning in the light of morning as he prepared the daily coffee for him and Sam along with your cold lemon tea.

His little brother didn't bother giving him an articulate answer other than a mild glare at his back. (Y/N) simply rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's statement, a small grin on your lips. Dean could be simultaneously clueless, dumb and cute sometimes.

‘’I doubt Cass knows what pride month is, honestly.’’ You glance at Sam, resting your hand on his arm with a friendly smile. “But I think it would be cool if you somehow celebrated with him.’’ 

‘’Wait,’’ Dean interrupted the conversation, placing the coffee pot and your cup of tea on the table. ‘’Do you want to celebrate it?’’ he asked, suddenly worried about somehow being negligent on something important to you.

‘’Nah, I'm good. Being myself is all the celebration I need right now.’’ You grinned at him, withdrawing your hand arm to grab the cup full of chilled tea. It was adorable how caring Dean was. ‘’Besides, your gift this morning was good enough.’’

The wink you offered, followed by Dean's double-meaning smirk caused Sammy to huff lightly and purse his lips. ‘’Leave the weird kinks for the bedroom, guys. And more silently. I can hear.’’

His elder brother rolled his eyes and claimed the seat next to you. ‘’And I thought he would get some after he got with Cass.’’

‘’I think he would like it,” you continued after taking a sip of your tea. ‘’Maybe you could bring him to a parade?’’

‘’And explain him that pride month happens because people were killed and tortured for loving someone?’’ Sam replied, a hint of harshness in his voice. It was obvious he didn’t want to snap, but it could be a delicate situation when the brunette male thought about it. Castiel clearly knew that love has no boundaries regarding to gender — his angel nature and the fact that he had various vessels through the ages made him indifferent when it came to sex — but he probably wasn't aware that it hadn't been always like this on earth. Part of Sam didn't want to explain too much. For once, he wanted to make himself believe that not knowing could be a blessing.

You laid your eyes on him, a frown on your face. Dean was silent like he usually would be during conversations like this. Rather, he was pouring coffee for him and Sammy.

Sighing, the taller man tried to reason with himself. "I'm sorry, it's just — "

‘’It's okay. I get it,” you said, refusing further explanation. You remembered how nervous Sam was to tell Dean and how broken he was after realizing that John would never know part of what made him who he was. He was paralyzed, even, spine chilled with horror as he’d considered how his father could react. ‘’The accumulation of history, this heteronormative society. it’s buried deep inside everyone. It makes coming out necessary and scary, and even sometimes it backfires as if we were doing something wrong. Some people even tell us it’s something wrong, but that doesn’t make all that we have achieved any less important or beautiful.”

Dean's hand found your high under the table. It’s a soft squeeze and not in the teasing manner that you’re used to. His own little way of supporting you, of saying I'm here if you want to talk or drink about it. I have your back. He has been always supportive when it came to your bisexuality and his brother's sexuality. You pecked his cheek.

‘’I know, it is just…’’ Sam shrugged, his hazel eyes getting puffy. ‘’What Cas and I have — It's innocent. It's good. I don't want him to doubt it or something because of what a bunch of ignorant people think. Does that make sense?’’

‘’Cass has had the hots for you for years, dude. He didn't run away from us when he had to go against Chuck, go to the purgatory or when you offered him rabbit food. He won't leave anymore.’’

Although he coated his tongue with a humorous truth, it broke Dean's heart to hear the fragility in his little brother's voice. For as much as Castiel was his best friend, he was ready to punch the grace out of that angel if he hurt Sammy.

‘’He is right, Sam. Castiel wouldn't doubt your relationship for that. It's Pride Month. History isn't known for being pretty, but victorious. And we won.’’

‘’Sometimes I just wish we didn't have to fight,’’ Sammy said quietly, shrugging while he grabbed the cup of coffee to bring to his lips.

You gave him a solidary glare, an empathetic smile adding in your expression. You held his huge hand in yours, rubbing your thumb into Sam's palm.

‘’I know.’’ What was left to say? It was unfair as most things in centuries. It was revolting. But above all, it was changing. Love was finally being seen in every way. Things were slowly getting better. ‘’But we keep fighting, right? And we get something good.’’ You pulled away, drinking more of your lemon tea. Sam nodded, sniffling a bit while he recomposed himself. ‘’You could keep it simple if you explain, like…’’ 

‘’Tell him it is a full-month of exclusively gay Valentine,’’ Dean suggested, smiling genuinely at his idea and wiggling his eyebrows.

Sam sighed and you scrunched your nose, but had to agree with your boyfriend. That would be a good way to describe it to Castiel. 

‘’You could bring him to a parade or give him one of those tiny rainbow flags, like Captain Holt’s. It's cute!’’

Dean grimaced. ‘’Don't be that chick flick, Sammy.’’

‘’How is that chick flick, Winchester?’’ You arched your eyebrow, almost challenging him to continue.

The long-haired brother just chuckled at you two, rising from the chair with his cup in hand. He needed to think about Castiel and the whole month's explanation deal.

‘’All right, I'll let you two argue alone.’’

Sammy could hear the words that grow more quietly as he stepped away from the kitchen.

‘’Are you sure you don't want to go to a parade or something?’’

It brings an amount of pride that he didn't think he would feel, just like the joy.

Sam Winchester wasn’t the kind of man to get nervous mincing words, especially near his family. That was why he almost felt ashamed when the faint tremble in his voice became noticeable enough for even him to detect when he spoke to his boyfriend.

‘’So, Cass, I wanted to talk to you about something.’’

The hunter wanted to scream stupid at himself for the tiny frown on Castiel's usual tranquil expression. When Sam said similar words to the angel, it was most likely to be a life or death situation, or a Dean becoming a demon situation, or a Chuck about to destroy the world situation.

And he certainly wasn't this anxious when he first brought it up to his brother and you.

‘’What is this about?’’

‘’Full-gay Valentine's Day, but it's a month.’’ Dean arched his eyebrows, pursed lips parting into a proud smile. You slapped his arm. Unbelievable. ‘’What? You agree!’’

You held his arm and dragged him out of the room. Sam needed privacy. As you and his brother walked away between whispers, he let out a breath that he didn't even notice the holding. 

For a split of second, Sammy almost followed you two to bring Dean and his stupid jokes back to the subject.

The hunter coughed, but his angel lover just remained standing there; calm blue eyes waiting for his next speech, head subtly titled to the side because of his curiosity.

‘’Uh, Pride Month.’’

For his surprise, Castiel answered with a nod, ‘’The month of love, I believe? It is very colorful to see.’’

‘’You know what it is?’’ Sammy frowned in confusion, approaching his boyfriend with a soft smile. It was a weird relief. He wouldn't dare to tell Cass how some humans saw their relationship. Not that they mattered, anyway. But it'd haunt him how his lover could react. After all, Castiel was still considerably new to the human world as a dweller.

‘’Yes, I do. A month to celebrate romantic relationships,” the blue-eyed man said. Once he saw the look on Sam’s face, he quickly added, ‘’I saw it on the television.’’

‘’Yeah, it's, huh, kinda like that. But not fully.’’ He gave him a tight smile. Sammy was close enough to hold his hand, and so he did. God, it was possible to feel his body relax just with that mere touch. If Samuel didn't know any better, he'd theorize that he could sense Castiel's grace. But no, it must've been love in its purest form. ‘’It's important for relationships too, but it is mostly about self pride. Like accepting and praising part of who you are.’’

Cass intertwined their fingers, enjoying the way Sam's soul shone brighter to his closeness. It was such a majestic view.

‘’I was thinking, maybe we could go to one of them. Or just have a date. It's kind of our special month on earth. Well, the backstory isn't that nice, but — ’’

‘’Many things in humanity aren't, Sam. You are not a harmonic kind. Like bees,’’ Castiel said, butting into his human's babbling as he noticed how agitated his aura became. As if he was scared for some reason. Sam gulped, the prior anxious feeling crawling back in a bigger form. ‘’Although, it is an honorable celebration for a great cause. I would like to enjoy this with you.”

Sammy's mouth was open in a perfect shape of an O. Features echoing his mixed feelings of intrigue and shock, he had to make sure of what he heard by asking: ‘’You would?’’ 

‘’Yes, Sa — Honey.’’ The graceful being was still learning the perks of being in a romantic relationship. Pet names were a new thing to him, but honey was his favorite. Mostly because of its association with his favorite insect. ‘’We could go for one of the group walks on the street? The sensation to be there seems — ’’

“Freeing?’’ He smiled, pulling Castiel closer to his taller figure with a free hand. Not a worry in earth, hell and heaven catching his mind now.

Castiel curved his lips into a smile. It was tiny, but it was there, just like the hold on his waist. Would every move of his angel make him experience this peaceful embrace? He believed so. Perhaps that was the happiness that he found in the chaos of his life. That his brother found. And it was good. God, it was amazing. Heaven in one angel, just for him. 

‘’Exactly, like pride.’’ Sam's words come only to be soon replaced by his lips pressing against Castiel's in a kiss.

He felt so proud to love him. No one could take it away.

And they wouldn't.

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Hi, me again 😶

I appreciate the lengthy answer you gave my ask. (I obviously can't read the tone through text, but you didn't seem as annoyed as i thought you might be(?) so that's a lowkey win for me actually explaining why i sent the first ask(?) Lol)

Also yeah, no, i wasn't 'cockblocked'. Amended isn't a fic i go to for that kind of instant gratification :) Out of all four, it was the only one i actually wanted to read at first (only followed by TL, but not soon after) And it wasn't for the sex, I read the tags.

With that out of the way,

I tried thoroughly answering your answer (lol) but I kept running in circles and not being able to properly articulate what I'm thinking, so I'm just going to write a shorter version :)

I think it does eventually come down to what you said about Amended being intended more for readers who personally relate than for those who don't.

While I've obviously had certain negative life experiences, i doubt they can be seen as traumatic. Or if they can, they're nowhere near Isabella's level. I suppose i've also had different coping mechanisms than her so that's probably another one of the reasons I didn't think all of her reactions were justified. It's all a question of whether it made sense to me or not. Did jk's behavior look faultless to me? No. But I could understand jk's p.o.v more than hers, even if he was wrong in some of his assumptions and didn't voice them calmly. Sometimes I wish they could read each other's minds..

I did, however, understand the analogies you made and they did give me a better understanding of why she acts the way she does.

Honestly I was surprised there even was another sex scene in this chapter. Thought they'd talk about it properly before attempting again. But noPe :) I'm rather apprehensive about the date and how Jungkook's.. "plans" are going to go, considering everything..

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I do appreciate you truthfully picturing the process of her overcoming parts of her past trauma and learning that it's okay to trust someone again. It's just quite difficult to grasp the depth and gravity of her trauma from an.. "outsider" 's perspective 😅

-👀

Hello again 👀!

First, I do want to apologize that my joke about being cockblocked sounds like it landed poorly. I had not read your initial comment as being very serious (since it just said you were annoyed with Isabella) so I responded in what I understand the tone to be. I'm sorry I misunderstood that initial ask!

Second of all, I'm not annoyed! I find and hope all these discussions are actually useful for anyone reading. Mental health is a big, huge aspect of life that I just feel like is so poorly represented or discussed. I have had serious anxiety all my life (without even knowing it! I thought that's just how everyone's brain worked!) but when I had my first major depressive episode, I remember after I was out of it being like: holy shit. I did not understand what depression was before this! Even now, it's hard for me to fully recall how utterly potato I was because it seems impossible that I was that way but I was! Our brains map the world and our place in it, and it can be challenging to get into the head of someone whose brain functions very differently than our own. So that's all to say, I think talking about these things is valuable to broaden our own understanding of ourselves and the people around us who navigate the world differently than we may.

One thing I think is worth pointing out in this story too that hasn't actually come up tonight: JK in this story also has trauma. And he also went through a period of deep pain that caused him to isolate himself and hurt the people around him badly. And his traumas still influence how he behaves. Isabella is his first "real" relationship. Remember how hurt Miranda was when he committed to her without committing to her?? And then didn't tell her he'd fucking gotten MARRIED? We just are seeing JK further along in his healing journey because he has been in a safe, loving, supportive place for far longer than Isabella has, and he always had family love and support, even at his worst (in high school when he really hurt Isabella). Isabella didn't have that. She has been alone and is now having to learn how to function without being in survival mode all the time. It may be worth everyone remembering that this isn't a story where JK stumbled into what is definitely a relationship with someone only starting to process intense trauma. He went into this eyes wide open, and with his own experience helping him understand the fear, and the loneliness. He's not actually a saint, he's just been through something similar and he understands (at least a little) and he loves her.

As for coping mechanisms, that's another good point: they're different for everyone and just like love languages, we can most easily understand behavior similar to our own. I love learning more about the way people work, and I hope my stories can help readers learn more beyond their own experiences or patterns as well, like how to recognize other love languages or coping or defense mechanisms.

Jimin actually called JK out on one of his this chapter: "you'll have sex with her before you love her because you're confident about sex." Is it worth thinking how different this story might be if Jungkook had been honest with Isabella at any point in their relationship about the love and guilt and regret he has from how he treated her when they were younger? Maybe not, but maybe!

And finally, as for sex: I had actually expected a lot of people to be upset about them having sex before they'd resolved more, haha. Because it's totally fair to theorize they jumped the gun getting physical! But they did it! Because they're horny for each other! It was a big step forward though before they were really ready to talk about some of the Big Feelings that might come up for either of them. They are a couple that tends to take a big leap and then scramble to figure out wtf they just did

Anyway, hope all this gives some more food for thought!

[thestarsarecool]

No offense but I think you're projecting things onto me based on other people's comments. I never said Paul was cold or that this was the reason for the break-up. Maybe I'm not articulating myself well. What I'm trying to explain is that the emotional closeness wasn't the only issue here. There was a lot going on between Paul and George. When you say Paul not letting George in was a lack of respect, that's what I'm talking about. Not emotionally but literally not trusting him enough to have the responsibility of a seat at the table. I just think it was one factor and that for George the rejection was as hurtful on a friendship level as it was as a band member. Music was an important part of bonding with his friends but with Paul it became a source of tension. Mix this in what their increasing lack of common ground as people and it makes the cracks worse.

You say there isn't evidence of Paul lacking an emotional connection compared to the others but do you have examples from the 60s showing the contrary? Paul and George's bond came from knowing each other the longest. I haven't seen any proof they found something new to deepen their relationship beyond that. By contrast John got into spirituality with George, took a bunch of acid with him, and worked closely with him on projects like Revolver.

Their relationship had problems too and I'm not saying Paul should've pretended to have these same interests when he didn't or that it was only on him to put the effort in. However, John doing these things meant he got to know George for who he was in that moment and you can tell this made a difference. George spoke at length about John understanding him on another level while he never mentioned spending meaningful time with Paul outside work.

Mainly what I'm getting at is that people are missing the real problem by treating the bad trip story as if it happened in a vacuum.

Yeah, there's nothing I really disagree with here so I'm a little confused. Yes, George was closer to John than he was to Paul in the late 60s. I didn't mean to suggest that George and Paul were just as close during this era; I only meant that he wasn't, like, not close to them at all because of his emotional invulnerability. Sorry if that was "projection," but it seemed relevant and my goal here is to write generally on the points you are bringing up, not to debate you point by point. I also agree that Paul was hurting George on a friend level by not respecting him musically.

I guess I was only viewing the bad trip story in terms of emotional closeness because that's how you put it initially and, additionally, I don't think it tells us anything about Paul not respecting George and treating him as lesser. I don't think Paul not taking George's hand really ties into that at all. But I guess you're saying that maybe George viewed it that way? Like, he saw Paul not taking his hand as a metaphor for Paul wanting to stay in control. I can see that.

But anyway, in your first ask, it seemed to me that you were saying "Paul must have hurt George by not being truly vulnerable with him" and that THAT encapsulated their relationship problems. That was how I read it and that was what I was disagreeing with because I think Paul's controlling and belittling attitudes toward George are separate from his problems with emotional intimacy. But, keep in mind, I'm viewing emotional intimacy here to mean "Paul opening up to George." That is what I think people generally are talking about regarding the bad trip story, and that's what I'm saying wasn't the main source of tension between them.

But regarding your "treating the bad trip story as if it happened in a vacuum" point, yeah, I think George is using that one story to describe a larger problem. I just don't give that much weight to the story itself since it's from someone else 50 years later. And since I haven't really seen other quotes that talk about Paul refusing emotional connection that George was offering, I don't think we should base our view of their relationship in the late 60s around it.

Side note, wow, I get why anon conversations are so weird on tumblr now. I've never really had anons before; I've only been the person sending them. And it's super strange because you are viewing this as a dialogue, as a conversation between two people. But you're just like, a robot to me, like a prompt generator. So I took greater liberties in diverging from your original point because my brain can't conceptualize this as a fluid dialogue. Very interesting.

[theuniversecalled]

The Truth is, it's a YOU problem

me n future you are cool, an im laughing my fucking ass off about it, but also absolutely rooting from a distance for to be on YOUR happiness Time Line.  While also simultaneously Hating your choice because you let your Trama controle you. I told you you're fucking blind af. 

Time for me to get this shit over with for me. Im  not sending you this for communication, im sending you this for me, what you choose to do with it..idgaf I dont need to know. This is how I chose to handle this. 

The you now, I still hate you an the path your choosing,  I doubt we will ever be friends again. An NO, I guarantee you don't know or actually understand why, but you will if you read all this shit. An in Classic me Fashion, I broke it down  into bite size pieces so you can actually comprehend, it's a YOU problem 😉 

Preface:

1. Life absolutely has a nessicary evil, Because PEOPLE don't change until it hurts. An absolutely there's a required balance of pos/neg on Earth/Universe

2. It was absolutely part of the bigger picture, but funny catch you put that in your contract, what you choose to do, was actually meant for you to evolve, lmfao bro... You n I are no longer friends, an because of your Trama Programming you blame me, all good, im speaking my truth an presenting the facts.

3. *CHEERS*to closure of a book. an a tap to a whole new world, coming soon 😏

*And Action*

The Problem isn't what you did,  it's what you ignored and denied.

Me, your "Friend" an my Validity of being a human with Emotions. The effect that Imfalmed a Burried Trama in me, an the fact I dont like being touched an I c-ptsd

(All things you where aware of, BUT because you don't understand the gravity of them, the cause n effect as well as aftermath, you Logically thought. "This will be conducive" an knowing you as I did, yeah Logically for you it did. But you somehow couldn't see me, but I now can articulate it all.

I already knew, right in that moment that look I gave you was because your  Ark told me right in that moment. Blink of an eye, you where not my Jimithy anymore, time had come for you to move on to the next chapter of your life.

Unfortunately your choice to react n treat me the way you did was all too familiar, an I was just crawling inside myself as YOU continued to take the programed nessicary steps to "push me out" an blame me for your inability to control your mind because you don't understand your programming. 

I didn't need you to "save" me or help" heal "me, or even try make me "feel" better. I needed your respect. Respect I thought you as my formee friend you "had" respect for me.

(An I know you did,  but I made you feel, so your ego was like that bitch had to go, sorry, nope do something to push the envelope.

BUT Actions speak louder than words, an your inability to still stand behind blaming me, lmfao *iconic* 🤣😂 James,  I see people for who they are not what the world has told them to be. I see everyones soul not the stupid hologram you portray in your "meat suit" 

I told you, im not like you. Simply, scientifically I'm an Anomaly.

I know without a doubt you where trying to make a point an to you Logically your choice made sense in that moment.  I totally get that. 

When I tried to speak with you an explain to you the dismay it caused me, as well as advocate for myself an articulate to you; you where right in your way of thinking but your Actions where not. An I was trying to respectfully educate you on the situation, you refused to hear me. An I know why.

So here's the thing an why, I dispise you. The friendship you n I had, this was actually not supposed to happen. But it did, so moving along, how you choose to invalidated me as a human was not an active variable possibility in an out come with our friendship. 

An here is another thing, I KNOW, it fucked you up, an I know why. It wasn't what you did, an it wasn't how we ended (I am actually greatful how we handled /ended things as far as "goodbye" I Digress, YOU, it was the in-between.

You would NOT allow me to speak my truth in the slightest, you would shut me down every time an you would appologize, explain your reason logic an justification.  All great things for YOU. An this is why I know it killed you. You could not n would not accept seeing me hurting because of you an your choices.  Your TRAMAS where blatant af after that.

You did NOT cause My Trama, you Triggered it. An again that wasn't even the Big issue. The issue was You Refused to accept that REGARDLESS of YOUR intentions, it wasn't about YOU.  It was my body, my emotions.

James, I've told you this world is upside down and backwards to me always has been.  I was born into this world AWAKE. You people still aren't even fucking woke yet. 🤦🏽‍♀️

But you sure af made it about you. The problem was an still is that you refused to let Me, be Valid in my own feelings. Because you dont want to feel your own emotions let alone feel pain form me that you caused.

Because YOU JIMITHY  REFUSED  to learn you are not your brain,  an that YOU can control YOU. it was NOT my job or responsibility to send you "less" the WHOLE  point was to get you annoyed enough to realize you have control over the settings n notifications in YOUR PHONE.  That YOU FEELING you needed to do ABC was YOU an YOUR TRAMAS  n conditioned programming.

(Remember that documentary we watch n how science has proven Men are EMOTIONAL af, 🤦🏽‍♀️  or Google it idgaf

Also, just FYI, YES I literally told you this to your face,  BUT you do that thing you do (also another Trama Response Cope) where you "forget" 😑

This is was the Problem , an why I had to say goodbye.

You refused to let me speak my truth, you refused to acknowledge I was hurt an hurting, you refused to let me communicate my experience boundaries an denied me compassion as a human being in general.

Just as a basic human being, it's like we where never friends. I didn NOT hurt you James. An I have always communicated with you,, treated you  with respect, valued you, I did NOT deserve what you did to me. An I know my worth, unlike the other people you can controle. Your choice, actions an abandoned you put  on me, because YOU didn't want to take accountability. I treat people how I want to be treated.

You justified your actions because of what the world did to you, an made me expendable. 🤔

I identify peoples Tramas, I do NOT cause them, but yall love to fucking blame me because I'm an "easy target" dude TRAMA  response who the fuck hurt you.? I already know,  but  we ain't here for that.

So lol 😆 🤣wait🤫, lmfao  🤣🤣🤣

Okay, YOU , justified ruining our friendship and absolutely breaking my heart  treating me like shit AND X zoning me because I was Worth giving up, because you are so fucking traumatized, loosing me as a friend was worth all this, just so you didn't have to feel or accept YOU hurt me...

Right 👌 lmfao,  I literally published so much shjt about this 🤣😂

Yall are SICK as fuck from prolonged generation Trama exposure an Conditioning, that this world thinks this is "normal" or okay.  .. nope. Not,  nope,  moving along.

You where Right in your way of thinking for YOU

Your a actions, choices an Xxx to me where wrong, because you dont own me, or have any right to my  being of existence.

Simply, absolutely  NO one has the right to touch another human. but Society has conditioned  Domesticed Animals that is "socially" acceptable to Force your will upon another .

An yes, it would be Forcing YOUR Will upon me,

BECAUSE YOU assumed you could per your conditioned programming

Additionaly, it was also Gaslighting,  an absolutely balls deep Narssacist.

YOU U-S-E people to Serve YOU

There is ONE RULE James, just one.

DON'T force your Will upon another.

The fact that this is so utterly "socially" forced onto this world. Even if its a hug. One should not assume anything about another's choice let alone their body.

Because see Darling,

if you don't communicate, there's no room for 2, there's only 1

If you make decisions for another an infringe on their say, their life, an disregard their free-will an just assume an impose your Will onto another you just Broke the Law of One, Do NOT Purposly force your will upon another, you fucking Robotic Monkeys!

Monkey without the K(ey) spells Mon-ey

Money doesn't serve you, you serve money Capitalism , Terrorism an White Supremacy , "Working" Society.

Sew, YOU weighed the variables an Logically choose to do what YOU did, because YOU felt upset because YOU felt an Obligation to Respond as well as deemed it a nuisance. An insted of evolving yourself so you could evolve your own programming, you wanted to controle me. 😏🤣😂👌

You want me to take control an help you, so I did, but some decided to throw a fucking tantrum vs taking control of your own life an the electronics you own n operate. Smh🤦🏽‍♀️ im Not Penny Potts Iorn Man, im like Cortana and Jarvis had a Love child that was too advanced for this mundane Logically basic ass planet.  RUDE!

Back to you Jimithy

You absutly explained why you Validated the choice you made.

An again I nodded my head, an said yes I know, I understand.

So this is funny af too, but its actually not....

You did to me exactly what everyone does you are no different to than My Mom, Family, Izzy, n Angel, not mention the rest of the list of people. 

I do NOT want or need your pity nor an "apology", I dont accept  being treated like I am.not of value, because you're on your fucking period.

I just wanted to point one last thing out. Remember when you asked me "but who's there for you?"

An i told you "I have no one they all blame me for their inability to deal with hurting me, so they blame me n push me out for dead.  Because evidently yall are Fuck terrified of accepting you made a mistake an loosing me as a friend is way better than you feeling the consequences of your own actions. 

I told you, im chill af, laid back, until you  blatantly disregard me as a human because you dont want to take accountability for your choices because you dont want to feel xyz because that was NOT your intention.  An 100% i hear you I do.

But here the thing, just because "Daddy" said he is Sorry, does NOT mean I have to ignore MY  feelings an the more YOU refused to acknowledge what I was saying, the more YOU invalidated me, an showed me with your actions. You did not n do not value Me , let alone "our friendship"

You U-S-E people to service YOU

Which means, YOU sir do NOT know your own Values or Moras, let alone that you are worthy.

An that because of your Tramas from your life.  You an the world are high off of Prolonged Trama exposure in this world. Wtf?!

*NEXT

Your soul is where your Emotions are. Its also the feeling you get when im around, lower chest area. I do it to everyone evidently, an then when I leave the feeling leaves with me. Sometimes I guess It can linger. But ANYWAYS the  "safe" feeling i omit that allows people to open up with me like they do.... it's why your Ark, would talk with me, it knew.

So the feeling i omit that people feel. Its called True Unconditional Love.

I was  born awake in this world. I have always given Unconditional Love until I was pushed n made to be "the bad guy" I was Born awake radiating unconditional love an being fully aware people didn't have free will an this was supposed to be heaven....

34 years, it took me 34 years to learn enough people so I can explain you all are sick af every one is, this world is a Narssacist society , Normalizi g abusive an toxic behavior. Everyone has a spectrum an you all have been forced to become Domesticed Animals.  Today2022 is the best possible out from where part of the conditioning stems from minimum 1000 years ago. That 100 generations.

34 years for me to figure out, I am an Anomaly, an there's no one else like me. I might look like a normal human , but I am NOT wired like anyone of you. I am Unconditional Love. None of you know it because it doesn't exist in this world anymore. 

Internal Wealth is only obtainable from the Fountain that is Unconditional Love. Yeah Fuck you ass hat, I have always known my worth, because if I ever lost it, I wouldn't be able to Love Unconditional like I do.

Anyways. So you're all sick, it's all mental health. People shove me out n blame me because I dont bow to anyone.

I know the facts an the truth.  Only Cowardly Narssacist point blame n run away like a scared animal to its cage an deny an fault n paint another out as scum and round up the people to not "pick a side" but bird's of a feather do flock together don't they.  An of course Monkey see Monkey do.

But BEST FUCKING PART 😂🤣 there's absolutely no doubt in my mind, being or in my heart, that my intellectual abilities of understanding an knowing what this world realy is far  Exceed yours. Lmfao, I used to look up to you and admire you.  Smh. What ever you do, I hope it make you happy , what ever that look like for ya.

Lmfao, crazy i was constantly trying to teach you what I knew so you could reap the joys of understanding the universe.  You wanted a slap From the Universe, you had me in the flesh. N you wanted to Fuck Around n find out 👁🌹

You where more worried about how I could serve you while you used me to benefit you, an YOUR happiness. Jim, I'm the Big Rat your the Small one. I control energy, I told you that too, so you think Idk how to transmute my own energy to controle the room. 💋

Lmfao like you're fuck smart af, but you're also dense af, your compilation to need an require "Order" is also a trama response.  Im mean everything about you is. Dead ass, I am not even trying to be a CUNT just honest. 

As well as drowning yourself in anything an everything to avoid real emotions. because you live in fear of that experience.  Its Trama induced Congratulations you too bought into the "marrix" chasing the Carrots becoming addicted to materialism to negate true self love reflection an balance.  All so you can have the GRAND title of a "good boy" an "productive" member of society.  #CoolKid

Do you even know who you are with Money n Power?

Does NOT matter to me. Its all very much a YOU problem Darling, your Tramas are showing, you might want to heal those.

If anything i said in this message pissed you off, good, every triggers I caused was a bandaid rip off to your wounded ego, enjoy 😏

Karma Does NOT have an Agenda, she Just.

BONVOYAGE

5/14/22 5:55

I wrote this for me,  idk If im gunna send it to you are not, who knows. 

But in case I do, YOU are 100% RIGHT in your way of thinking n knowing this LOGICAL world, but I'm not wrong there's so much more.

Your addiction to YOUR "structure n order" it's a security blanket for you, it's an average cope. But your life exposure  to abuse an or neglect creates a Trama Response that Turned into a controlled coping skill which you then evolved into "functioning order"

Unless you redesign your condo recently , boom case n point.. how may years?  11? Idk its you on you.

[weirdlydarkthots]

As I have started to read more I have realised mehak is a bimbo in a way who actually gets away with things because she knows how to articulate it well and ends up looking like an intellectual. I am so sorry for myself for ever getting involved in a debate with her. She has skills though not going to lie but she isn't well read and well versed with the subject for sure anyway she did make me question stuff I didn't know back then what was so off about her argument so as to stop the argument so I knowingly made an incorrect statement and stuck with it because I wanted the whole debate to be over without it actually getting over lol obviously I know there is army in kashmir bitch there is pakistan obviously no shit sherlock walli baat hai woh external security jaha hai waha you will have armed forces the fact the bitch still wouldn't stop lullllllllllllllll who cares though but it's just frustrating when you know the other person is just saying things without knowledge and you can't pinpoint that fact because you aren't well read about it either oooooooooof obviously I was triggered because her information was off bandi ko yeh bhi nahi patta the difference between internal security kon sambhal ta hai and external kon mai kya hi correct krun? ;-; kush though he knows lol though I still don't agree with him but he doesn't kill mx brain cells just gets on my nerves sometimes. I don't like dumb people. I genuinely don't. I don't even know how to gel with them for long. I am actually annoyed because if only I had read upon it properly but I was not getting good sources to read from not my fault I can't read non fiction if it's not well versed, engaging, has jargons that aren't even explained and is written with a basic assumption ki google kr le ga reader or they have picked up this book so they will have basic knowledge. No bro I am too lazy and I am not about read 3 or 4 books I am anyway still trying to train myself to read non fiction because I genuinely suck at sticking to them. Fiction also only if I have a proper e-book copy or paperback and for some reason I have actually stopped enjoying the whole process of reading only. Reader's block just said bam you bitchhhhh.

[dragonagewhore]

Dragon Age Inquisition - a short summary

Justinia: so let's begin this concl *huge explosion that kills everyone*

Me: ah yes this is it that's how it should be very nice very fucKING NICE

Inquisitor: *checks own hand* I jacked off too much

Cassandra: *grabs Inquisitor's hand* explain this

Inquisitor: *sweats nervously*

Cassandra: look at that big green thing in the sky

Inquisitor: magnificent

Cassandra: it is linked to your hand and it's killing you

Inquisitor: magnificent my ass

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Solas: quick we have to close the thing gimme your hand

Inquisitor: why is this egg touching me

Varric: I'm here too and Bianca also

Inquisitor: did you named your crossbow

Varric: I'm still unromanceable

---

Leliana: a lot of people died

Josephine: we have no resources

Cullen: everyone is against us

Cassandra: I hereby declare the Inquisition reborn

Cullen: who'll be the leader

Inquisitor: I

Leliana: why

Inquisitor: talk to the hand

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Blacwall: I'm a grey warden

Inquisitor: where are the other grey wardens?

Blackwall: dunno lol

Inquisitor: what are they doing now?

Blackwall: um

Inquisitor: why are you not dressed like them?

Blackwall: I... ah...

Inquisitor: well I'm sure there is a legit reason you don't know shit nevermind peace

Blackwall: smooth

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Random orlesian noble: *talks shit about the Inquisitor*

Vivienne: well excuse YOU

Random orlesian noble: *turns into ice and explodes*

Vivienne: that bitch dared to mess my floor someone clean this

Inquisitor: why can't I romance you

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Sera: *unintelligible speaking*

Inquisitor: yeah sure

Sera: *poorly articulated sentences*

Inquisitor: of course

Sera: shite

Inquisitor: welcome aboard

---

Iron Bull: hello yes I would like to join your respectable organisation if that is legit to ask

Iron Bull: by the way I'm a qunari spy which means I'll spy you for the qunari

Inquisitor: sure we'll bang like rabbits

Krem: I'm joining too

Inquisitor: a threesome nice

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Cullen: so we help the mages or templars?

Inquisitor: why not both

Leliana: sorry that isn't possible it's from Dragon Age Origins that you can only choose one of them we're not changning now

Inquisitor: well that's a tough question let me see I choose... Josephine

Josephine: god I'm so fucking cute

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Corypheus: here I am, I'm the main antagonist hello

Inquisitor: fuck where do you come from

Corypheus: I was in Dragon Age II

Varric: no you were not

Corypheus: yes I was in that DLC rude

Varric: well I didn't play it so I don't know you therefore you don't exist

Corypheus: damn don't treat me like that I got a dragon

Inquisitor: you dragon looks pretty dead

Corypheus: it's an archdemon you wanker

Corypheus' dragon: *destroys Haven*

Inquisitor: shit Corydoras and his pet got mad let's get out of here

---

Everyone: *sings*

Inquisitor: oh fuck yes this is my jam

Solas: here we are that's Skyhold

Inquisitor: listen here you hard-boiled egg how the fuck did you know there was a big ass castle in the middle of the cosmic void

Solas: I, like, read that somewhere I think

Inquisitor: and why were you exactly near the conclave when it exploded?

Solas: *sweats like a fried egg*

Inquisitor: how do you know my hand could close the rifts? Why do you know Corynne's sphere? Hmm???

Solas: ehm...

Inquisitor: shit we're lucky to have you don't we

Solas: *slighty approves*

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Dorian: I'm gay

Dorian's dad: you fucking disgrace homosexuality is sin

Dorian: shut up I hate you

Dorian's mom: don't talk to my brother like that

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Cole: what am I

Solas: you spirit

Varric: you human

Inquisitor: listen Cole it doesn't matter what you are the only important thing is that you act well do you understand

Cole: I'm invisible and I watch you while you shower

Inquisitor: son of biatch

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Celene: the game

Inquisitor: fuck I lost but so have you

Celene: dang

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Morrigan: so we have to go get Cory-in-the-house's sidekick we have 2 options

Morrigan: we simply follow and kill said sidekick or

Morrigan: we solve a shitload of puzzle and riddles created with the only purpose of wasting our time

Inquisitor: hm what should I do let's ask the bullseye egg

Solas: I don't know but those fen'harel statues have nothing to do with me

Morrigan: I'm gonna drink from the well of sorrows

Abelas: bitch that's our latrine

Morrigan: I see sounds now

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Corypheus: I'm so mad I'm gonna become a god and kill everyone like for real

Inquisitor: Corythosaurus please don't do it

Corypheus: why

Inquisitor: bc Varric loves you

Corypheus: r-really?

Varric: sike!

Corypheus: *dies in tears*

Solas: I may be outspoken but the sphere's broken

Inquisitor: who made the rhyme committed the crime

Solas: *leaves crying*