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shakapuffin · 2 years ago

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Alert promo for 1x05 “Miguel”

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Alert 1x04 “Andy” Review

Hey everyone!! Here’s my thoughts on this weeks episode 1x04 “Andy:”

- okay so i actually thought that this was a strong episode, dare i say the strongest we’ve seen yet? there wasn’t a ton of unbelievable nonsense (don’t get me wrong there was still some, just not as much as we’ve previously seen lol) and the case of the week kinda had an interesting twist. i read in a recent article (i forget which one) that this case is actually based on a true story…. that’s crazy!

- can i just say the little boy who played Andy was so freaking cute!! that being said, i feel like there was a lot of times when andy could’ve run away from his kidnappers (or real mother idk lol), like when his bio mother and the other guy was arguing he could’ve easily run away but like i guess it would’ve been risky, especially because the other kidnapper had a gun. but idk that’s probs just me being picky haha!

- i thought there was a healthy and more natural balance between the case and the characters personal issues/other storylines. finally! this is the first episode i can mostly confidently say that the balance actually worked!

- to go off of the case more, i have to really question nikki on this one. how the hell is she the leader of the missing persons unit if she writes the report with lies to protect the fake mother? like i get it, it’s better for the child but that woman still stole a child that wasn’t hers and nikki just basically let it happen! i want andy to stay with the fake mom too but that’s not lawfully right and if anyone every found out that nikki didn’t tell the truth in her report, she would definitely be fired! idk nikki was just off to me in this episode. i think she connected too personally with this case and it really showed that she couldn’t do her job with the correct morals of upholding the law.

- speaking of nikki, i thought dania ramirez was a bit bland this episode… it might’ve been just me but some of her dialogue seemed a bit flat. also i don’t know how much more i can take if she keeps calling everyone babies or her catchline of “saving our babies, that’s what we do.” like it was fine the first episode or two but it’s definitely not needed every episode.

- how the heck has jason not talked to june and apologized!! i’m sorry but if i was june i wouldn’t take him back! sorry jason! also, side note, when june said she was seeing someone else, i really thought she was admittedly cheating on jason. but ya if she wants a kid so bad, i don’t blame her for going and getting it done herself without jason’s help. i wonder if they’ll be back together… also does june know that keith is back? we never got that answered! lol

- i will say this again… what the hell is kemi doing? i’m probably ignorant and don’t know a lot about different spiritualities but i feel like it’s not needed in this show. the show is a procedural cop show, they solve the cases based on facts and clues, not so much in faith. it’s super interesting but it’s just not right for this show. now adding the new perspective of sidney and her “darkness” in her eyes, brings a new element for kemi because it relates to the keith mystery.

- i really liked how mike and jason teamed up for a lot of the episode… they obviously don’t see eye to eye on most things but it’s interesting to see them work together. i also like scott caan’s and ryan broussard’s dynamic and i would luv to see more of that in future episodes! also i do kinda luv jason’s recklessness, maybe it’s because scott caan’s danny from H5-0 was so reserved but it adds a bit more spark to the show, even if some of it is a bit unbelievable.

- the keith mystery once again deepens! we didn’t get too much farther this episode… i think we all kinda knew that the dna would match (keith had to of switched the baby hair to his). also i saw a theory that maybe jason wanted “keith” to be his son so bad that he didn’t show all of the dna paperwork to nikki. i’m not too sure about that one but it’s def something to consider as a possibility! now the new thing we found out is that keith supposedly drowned and sidney (and maybe her friend) was there to witness it. now we just have to find out who’s at the bottom of the lake.

- again i thought scott was great, i laughed out loud more this episode than in previous ones. i must admit, i thought it was a strong episode, some obvious blips but overall much better than the pilot! also maybe it was because “C” wasn’t there.. sorry i hate to be that person haha lol! i feel like it’s just a different dynamic when he’s there because he’s basically just filling up unneeded space.. the last two episode have been perfectly (dare i say more than) fine without him. he’s not needed, sorry y’all haha! i like the actor, nothing against him but his characters just isn’t it for me.

again, these are just my personal opinions. next weeks promo looks good! jason seems to be in a bit of trouble?!

what did everyone else think? is the show getting better? maybe? i’d luv to read and talk!💛

#Youtube #hawaii five 0 #scott caan #danny williams #alert #fox tv #alert on fox #dania ramirez #ryan broussard #review

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rzyraffek · 2 years ago

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This is my first time requesting from literally anyone so please excuse the fact I have no clue if there's like, ???a specific??? format??? I should use??? Feel free to ignore this if I'm not doing something right I completely understand 💀

how about some Billy Lenz angst? 👀

Uwaahh😭😭My dear friend I litteraly write anything but angst😭😭BUT since thats ur first time, I guess why not try writting it💖💖 (but next time check my pinned request list)☀️NEVER WROTE ANGST BEFORE

please read notes at the end of this monstosity, didnt want to waste more space here

(Tw: angst, near s/o death, regrets, Billy is his own trigger warining, happy endinig)🤨😈 (they/them pronouns) Request Open

Billy Lenz angst🤯

He didnt mean it, he really didnt mean it to happen, he was full of anger and he really didnt want to push them. S/o told him that they have to go for a while, some sort of family meeting? Far away from home, and Billy didnt want to go there nor let them leave him for those few days. He didnt want to be alone again

Now s/o was laying on ground, not responding to his calls, he froze, pure panic was inside his mind. After few seconds of staring at them he checked if they still are alive. Lucky for him and them, s/o was still breathing, Billy figured that they Just passed out due to hard meeting with the floor. He tried his best to pick them up and carry to nearest bed/couch ('pick them up' is a big word he is shmol he cant really carry people, more like slide them carefully on floor)

He has 0 clue how to act when somone passes out, well he never had to know, he is a serial killer god damn why would he need that knowlage for?

If s/o doesnt wake up in less than half hour he will start to panic again, yep their dead, yuup I killed only person i care for. He will cry and he hug them. IF they wake up, he will be sure that its some kind of miracle and tear up even more. He will promise to himself that he will never even try to argue with them, and if they have any kind of memory loss/brain problems after that, He will never forgive himself and be very very distant for a while( too spooked that he will hurt them again)

If they somehow forgive him, he will think that they are either saint or stoopid, how could s/o forgive him? He nearly killed them? But he wont complain, he is grateful. Also He will get super protective and worried, their head hurts? Oh lourd lay down queen/king i will bring you tea. Someone in work mean? Well not anymore😈! He will do litteraly do anything to pay back for what he did.

Oh also if there was any witness, their dead, no matter if that was some sort of close friend or family member, dead as hell im sorry he wont put up with somone knowing about what he did (even if s/o survives)

GUYS BEFORE YALL WILL UNFALLOW ME AND HAVE TRAUMA DUE STUFF U JUST READ, PLS UNDERSTAND I DIDNT EVEN READ ANGST😭 I JUST WANT TO TRY WRITTING NEW FORMAT😳 plz no bully in comments (also sorry for long waiting, i was really thinking if I even want to upload it)

#billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #angst #slasher x reader #billy lenz angst #billy lenz x y/n #billy lenz x you

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adhdeancas · 4 years ago

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Sunset Sound: Honey Bee

Chapter 17 is available to read on AO3 too :)

trigger warning: panic attack/anxiety attack

Dawn has not quite hit when Dean is suddenly blinded by a light. ��Son of a- what the fuck?” They’re awake before they can notice, blind fear running in their veins. Dean scrambles for his keys, stomps Baby into drive, and they’re 0 to 80 in seconds.

The spotlight hits him straight in the corneas again and he swerves and almost runs into a fence lining the road. Cas jumps back into the front seat, tugs the wheel over and they crash through the barbed wire. “Cas, what the hell?”

“We need away from the road!!” Cas explains, holding a hand up to try to fend off the horrible glare. The spotlight fades as they hit forest, Dean swearing left and right as he guides Baby through tight swaths of tree trunks. They abandon her once it gets too much and make a run for it. The spotlight can’t keep up; it pans across trying to find Dean’s plaid in the overgrowth or Cas’s trench coat, but Cas grabs Dean and throws them both into a bush before it can. Dean spits out a leaf and glares at him. “You’re welcome.” Cas mutters back, except it’s breathless, because for some reason beyond the physical exertion, Cas can’t breathe. It’s then that he realizes he’d left the walkie talkie, their only connection to their friends, in the backseat of the car.

He takes in big gulps of air but it doesn’t seem to matter, or maybe those gulps of air do too much, because it feels like his head is floating. He squeezes his eyes shut and just holds onto Dean; he needs to know that he’s still there but the panic in his skull finds the image of him too much.

“Cas?” Dean whispers, and it sounds far off. “Cas.” Cas can feel Dean’s grip on his arms, pulling at his coat sleeves like he’s trying to reel him back in. “You okay? What’s going on?”

Cas shakes his head then nods. “I’m fine, I just- am having trouble-” he takes another gulp of air because he keeps running out, and his confusion mounts. Is this what running normally feels like, to humans? Is it usually so uncomfortable and debilitating? Perhaps his vessel is just woefully - as Dean would say - flabby. Out of shape.

“Breathing?” Dean gathers from Cas’s exaggerated gasps. The fear in his own chest calms down a little bit now he knows what’s happening. “Cas, it’s alright, look at me,” He puts a hand on his cheek, trying to convince Cas to open his eyes. “Cas, trust me,”

Cas finally does, of course. He takes a breath in and opens his eyes, and it’s a mixture of stunning adrenaline and comfort that goes through his body when he realizes he and Dean are sitting almost on top of each other within the poking branches of the bush. Dean pushes a stick out of his way so Cas can see his eyes clearly. “What’s happening?”

“You’re having a panic attack, doofus,” Dean smiles at him with his best bedside manner. “It’s fine, happens to me all the time. Just-” He grabs hold of Cas’s hand and raises it so Cas can see. “Up means breathe in, down means breathe out.”

“But what if-” Cas throws a glance up, focused completely on the wrath of heaven that could descend upon them at any moment.

“Since when are we scared of a couple dicks with wings? We’ll be fine. C’mon, have I ever let you down?”

Confidence leaks back into Cas at the reassurance, and a glint reaches his eyes as he says, “Well…”

Dean mimes out a sarcastic laugh and holds their hands up again. “Alright, asshole, breathe,” He lifts their hands slowly, Cas’s breath growing past what he’s comfortable with, then lets them down even slower. Over and over again until it’s all Cas is thinking about, and he knows his heartbeat has stopped hammering so fast against his ribs. It’s still there, the panic still bothers him, but it’s manageable, which he guesses is what Dean is going for. He nods at Dean in thanks.

“I’m okay. We can go.” Dean ignores him to do three more breaths, which Cas grudgingly follows. Then he highers himself into a crouch, still holding Cas’s hand.

Dean pulls him back onto the run and they sprint until they see a cabin in the distance. They make eye contact and agree; they can take whoever owns the cabin, if they need to. It’s Cas who pounds on the door and Dean who peeks in the window, which means he only looks after the owner answers the door and Cas has grabbed him by the throat.

“Corbett?”

Cas lets him go almost immediately, but the poor boy’s eyes stay wide. “Uh-D- Dean?” Dean steps up and puts a hand on Cas’s arm, pulling him back to try and make Corbett a little less on edge. It works a little bit; the nervous man withdraws slightly and rubs at his neck. “Dean… Winchester, right?”

“Yeah,” Dean nods encouragingly and steps in front to ease his way in the cabin. Cas has a hand on his back trying to push him in faster, still aware of heaven’s spotlights looking out for them. “Been a while, buddy. Mind if we-?” He pats Corbett on the shoulder as he just stands there and stutters and Cas and Dean both get to work drawing warding on the walls.

“What are you doing?”

“Sigils, to keep the angels off your back,” Dean explains quickly, glancing at the guy’s bewildered expression. “Dude, what are you wearing?”

Corbett looks down, offended, and puts his hands on his hips. “A robe- I didn’t expect visitors!” The robe is baby blue and it stops above his knees, and Dean raises an eyebrow at it. “Hey!” He throws his hands up. “Listen, I’ll change and all, but what are you doing here? And who is he?”

“Cas. He’s- well, you can trust him.”

“...why do I need to trust anyone?” Corbett says suspiciously. He walks over to his bedroom and reemerges wearing actual clothes, not comforted by Dean’s silence. “Do you guys want something to drink- water, coffee?” His politeness takes over by instinct, and he gestures his guests to his table. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Coffee would be great.” Corbett looks over at Cas and he nods the same. “Uh, we got angels on our trail.”

“And that’s… a bad thing?”

“I’m not on their good list.” Now it’s Corbett’s turn to raise an eyebrow from the coffee maker. Dean smiles awkwardly. To this poor guy, being on an angel’s shitlist probably isn’t a ringing character endorsement.

“It’s a long story; promise we’ll tell you some other time. But, uh, you mind if we lay low here for a while?”

Corbett shrugs, not sure he has much of a choice, but he plops down coffees in front of the three of them anyway. “Looks like we have some time then. But, um, Dean… how’s Ed?” The kid looks at Dean hopefully, flashing some puppy-dog eyes that even Sam would be jealous of. Dean looks at Cas for help, but of course Cas has no freaking clue what Dean’s conflicted about. He looks back at him without a care in the fucking world beyond burning his tongue on his coffee.

“He’s good. I mean, not- he’s- he was sad- he mourned you and all, if that’s what you’re asking.” The tips of Dean’s ears turn red and he changes the subject before he can shove his foot in his mouth. Last time Corbett talked to Ed, Ed was pretending to be in love with him. The key word being pretending. “Anyway, so, hate to break it to you but heaven sucks.”

Cas steps in then, helps soften the blow and explains with more eloquence than Dean could. Corbett takes the news surprisingly well, something about always figuring God was a dick (yeah, growing up gay in the Midwest will do that to you), although the fact that Cas was/is an angel threw him for a loop.

“So you don’t have, like, wings or anything?”

“I did. I do.” Cas frowns down at the table. After losing all but all of his grace, his wings are but a mangled decoration for him now. Especially being in heaven, not being able to fly around stings, it feels like he is moving in slow motion sometimes. Dean’s hand appears over the table and taps his, his fingers soft and consoling. He pulls back slowly and Cas wishes he would keep touching him. “I can’t fly now, not without my powers.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah.” Cas smiles up at Corbett. The simple openness of this man is making Cas instantly fond of him. It’s a refreshing change of pace from hunters and ethereal creatures’ secretive nature. “It was worth it, though. I’m alive.”

“... you’re in heaven.”

Dean snorts, and Cas nods, amused. “I’m not here… naturally. Given the ability, I believe I would be able to traverse back to the mortal realm and live as… well, as a human.” He looks up and meets Dean’s eyes, who looks shaken by the information.

Cas could go back and live on Earth as just a regular old human, and Dean… Dean’s dead. Dean’s dead at 41 and that’s that. The thought makes his heart sink like a rock in his chest.

“Well,” Dean stands up and slaps a hand on the table, breaking the quiet of the cabin. “We should probably get going.”

“Wait.” Corbett stands too and grabs Dean’s arm, an action far more forward than he’s used to. “Dean, you gotta… please, tell me. What aren’t you telling me about Ed?”

Dean sighs, looking around the cabin for a possible exit. His eyes land on a stupid framed photo of Corbett and Ed, taken like a selfie before front-facing cameras existed. His stomach twists in a knot. How is he supposed to ruin this guy’s happiness? He thinks Ed is gonna show up someday and they’re gonna be happy and together and gay in a dumb little gay paradise.

“Please. Dean, the truth.”

The knot in his stomach twists further and Dean winces. He’s gotta tell him. Better that than the guy getting his heart ripped out when Ed finally shows up and doesn’t want him. He swallows and looks up at Cas, who’s frowning at him in confusion. Dean looks away. Better to look at Corbett. “Uh, listen, Corbett… Ed… he’s not in love with you.”

Corbett blinks. “Wha- no, he- he said-”

“Yeah, he lied,” Dean sighs and sits back down heavily. “Sorry dude, but…” He shakes his head. Corbett shakes his right back.

“No, he said he loved me.”

“I know what he said!” It bursts out of Dean before he can stop it, louder than he meant. He pauses and clears his throat, and the whole cabin is silent.

Cas puts a hand on Corbett’s shoulder. “I’m sure he meant what he said, in a way.” he says, talking out of his ass. He has no way of knowing what the situation was, but Corbett talks about this Ed man like they were close, friends, pals.

Corbett keeps his eyes fixed on Dean. Dean sighs and turns his head, looking at the young man again. “Listen, I’m sorry,” But he can’t get another word out before Corbett starts crying. He puts his head in his hands and sobs, and Dean and Cas look at each other helplessly. Cas pats his shoulder, but he shrugs it off. Finally Dean heaves himself up and squats down next to Corbett. He tugs on his hands gently, pulling them away from his face, and Cas imagines this is how Dean dealt with it when Sam cried as a child. “Corbett, man… Ed loved you, just not… listen.” He stops and Cas can practically hear the ‘shit’ in his head as he searches for the right words. “Ed loved you enough to tell you he loved you, just so you’d be able to move on. To save you.” his voice is steadier now, quiet and firm. Cas stills, just listening. “And maybe he doesn’t want to come up here and shack up and watch Desperate Housewives, but,”

Cas watches Dean’s train of thought trail away as he catches his eye. He holds his gaze, and Dean looks heartbroken. He looks insecure. He looks like he did that night in the barn, when Cas recognized his self-loathing without a second thought. Now, the expression causes Cas physical pain, and he wants to reach out and soothe him. Instead, he just stares as Dean continues talking without taking his eyes off him.

“I mean, he probably still wants to, y’know, have a beer or something. And that’s shitty, it’s- disappointing as fuck but… you gotta respect that.” He clears his throat and finally looks down. “Everything’s shitty right now.”

“Everything’s shitty.” Corbett agrees, sniffing. He was too lost in his own misery to notice the considerable tension in the room. Cas can’t get the image of Dean’s face out of his head, his words playing like a broken tape-deck over and over.

The rest of the goodbyes are said through a haze of Cas’s thoughts screaming at him, and it isn’t until they get back to the car, fuzzy small talk half-remembered, that Cas gets up the courage to say something. Still, he waits minutes into the car ride, because he doesn’t want to seem like he has been waiting to get into the car. The logic makes no sense but it controls him, and it makes his voice quaver when he finally says, “Dean?”

“Yeah,” Dean smacks his lips and glances at him once, fingers tapping the wheel to the beat of the radio.

“Why did you want me?”

Dean furrows his eyebrows and looks at Cas like he doesn’t understand the question. “Why did I…?”

“Why did you bring me- to go with you to the Garden.” Cas clarifies. Helpfully. Almost confidently, if he’s being generous with himself.

Dean gives him an incredulous glance. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t have my powers, Dean. There are angels you could have brought with you that are far more powerful. Or, if you wanted to attract less attention, there are plenty of hunters who could slip under the radar, who are more skilled in combat.” Cas tries not to let his self-doubt seep into the words. He’s not sure if it works, because Dean shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“I dunno, because I didn’t want to bring those other guys,” he says defensively.

“Dean,” Cas pushes, insistent. His heart is speeding up in his chest and he feels like he might explode if he keeps going, but he has to. His momentum is already started, and the look in Dean’s eyes as he’d talked to Corbett is giving him strength.

“What!” Dean sounds annoyed now, but it’s just more defense. He’s starting to feel like he’s being cornered into doing something terrible, like telling the truth.

“Dean.”

“Because I like you?”

It’s even and it’s uncertain and it’s vulnerable. Dean is scared as hell, but then he looks at Cas and he gets terrified. A flicker of hurt passes across Cas’s face, and it’s so severe even Dean can’t miss it.

Cas feels like a child. He feels like he’s being spoken to like a child. He had expected… but that was too much. Instead of simplicity and vulnerability, he heard patronization. “You don’t need to do that Dean.”

“Do what? I do like you, man. We’re- friends. Didn’t think I needed to spell that out for you.” Dean laughs nervously, completely un-fucking-aware of what is going on right now.

Cas looks at his lap. “Claire has explained to me what ‘friendzone’ means, and I assure you, it’s unnecessary. It always has been.” Feeling is excruciating.

Dean sputters. He had not expected the word “friendzone” to come out of Cas’s mouth like… ever. “I don’t- I haven’t-”

“You’ve called me your brother multiple times.” Humiliation burns across Cas’s face.

“No, no, I don’t mean it like- I’m not trying to friendzone you…” Dean laughs, a little crazed that he’s actually in this conversation. More that he’s about to- “I just- I want you around… because I like having you around. I want you around because I like seeing you and I like your grumpy little jokes and I like your dumb info dumps about plants and I like watching movies with you you’re only watching to humor my dumb ass…” Dean trails off, the little bit of pink in his cheeks matching Cas’s. “Listen, Cas, you’re not like a brother to me. I mean, I love my brothers, but I don’t love them like that.” He swallows, looking at the road in front of them. It stretches quiet and unremarkable, like it has no idea the progress being made in this old hunk of well-shaped metal. “Like this.”

He keeps facing straight ahead, fingers tapping out of beat against the wheel now. Cas is dumbstruck. The car is filled with the heaviness of it. It’s finally out there. Dean loves him. Cas looks over at Dean, and lights throw his face into half shadow, and he looks beautiful. Cas reaches out and grabs his hand off the wheel and holds it in his own. Dean keeps driving. One handed.

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harleenfleck · 5 years ago

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“Despite the danger (Part 2)”

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader

Summary: Joker is the love of your life; despite the reputation it carries. You know that, but you don’t care, after he rescued you from a horrible hole you were trapped in. Now, you both live your lives together, but you ignore all the risks that come with being the lover of the Clown Prince of Crime.

This is the continuation. Part one here (Idk how put links in tumblr AAAAAA)

Warning: Description of violence, smut (Oh yeah), unprotected sex, oral sex, and fluff cause why not.

Words: 3.2k

Notes: OMFG I’M SO SORRY I KNOW I KNOOOW It took me about a month to post the second part, you have no idea what happened to me in all these weeks! New job, a little move, trying to survive, creative block (I’m suffering with this one), I almost itchy a scorpion, I didn't have Internet for two weeks, for a moment I thought I was in contact with someone with COVID-19 and fortunately that someone was sick from something else (Pneumonia in case you had doubts), I started to be attracted to a guy who turned out to be a criminal (HAHA later I'll tell you how this shit was over) anyway, too many weird things happened to me.

Finally I can post the second part, and the truth is that it is the first time I write smut or something in English :'0 honestly I think it was sexy, but I still feel a little ashamed (that’s the correct word?) to post it, ahhh, it's weird the feeling. But wow, I think the thing was beautiful:3 I honestly hope I can beat the creative block and keep writing more stories like that, shit, anyway, Arthur it’s my beautiful muse.

Time for thanks! Thank you to the Microsoft translator for helping me translate things I don't know into English, thank you to Lana del Rey for helping me get out of the creative block with your songs, my two neurons for not giving up and doing synapses, and thank you for your patience <3

And fuuuuckinggg agaaaain the fucking same apology, I’m sorry if I make some grammatical, spelling or writing mistakes, english is not my native language blablablablablalaaablablablaba just enjoy the porn.

Hope you like it! <3

...

He’s out of his mind.

He was yelling at his men to do the damn job, to search the whole damn city. His beauty doll is missing

You were missing, you weren’t by his side, and that was a tragedy.

He was going crazy, and how cannot be? His enemies don’t leave no clue, just the threatening note. He read it, trying to find something, some sign. But nothing.

“In every fucking corner! In every fucking street! In every fucking neighborhood! I don’t fucking care! You have to find her!”

He yelled at his men in clown masks, they were orders that were to be fulfilled. But everything was more complicated than it seemed.

“We've searched all over Gotham and there's no sign of her”

“Keep looking!” He screamed again.

The clowns have never seen their leader so tense and stressed. It wasn't for nothing. His darling was kidnapped by something he had done, and time ran. Anything could happen to you with every hour wasted in found you.

"Mr. Joker, we've searched everywhere, but there's no way to find her, do you really think it's worth it?"

“What? What do you mean by that? What are you implying about that?”

“I mean Mr. Joker, you found her in a disgraceful place... You could do that with any other slut, you can find another-”

Bang!

Before he could keep opening his mouth, that man was already dead.

"I don't have time for this stupid shit! You must don’t give a shit about my doll's past! You must do your fucking damn job!"

The rest of the clowns, seeing the violent scene, came out of the room. Joker ordered two of his men to undo the body.

Sitting on an elegant red couch, he took a hand to his face and breathe out heavily.

Where were you? Would you be ok? You’d be safe?

Every question stressed him. And he felt guilty leaving you alone, he shouldn’t have done that.

Knowing that sometimes his clowns could become useless, he got out of his seat and walked outside of the room. "If they don't find you, I'll do it myself”

He got into the car and went to Gotham.

“My y/n, where are you?”

…

Your hands behind you back were tied. Your feet too.

Could barely remember what happened to you. Hours before, you were reading a book in complete calmness, but someone broke in the house. You screamed and ran for the emergency gun, but the assailants caught you first and put a damp fabric in your face.

You slept soundly for a couple of hours, when you woke up with a blindfold. Immediately, you went into fear.

“Look! The bitch woke up”

Your eyes saw again, they took you the bandage off. Looked at some men you didn’t know who they were.

“Just look, the little whore of Joker” One of the kidnappers took you by the jaw “Are the rumors true? The Joker pulled you out of a brothel after you fuck him so good?”

A big spit came into the kidnapper's eye. You pointed very well at his face.

“Fuck you!” Was the only thing you yell to him “That's something you don't give a shit!”

The others men laugh a lot, making fun of your little defense. The affected person rubbed himself with a tissue and you realized spitting him was a big mistake.

Scared, you looked everywhere, you had to find a way out, you knew that if you stayed there, they could kill you, but there is no escape.

“What idiot would want a whore like his couple?” The kidnapper spoke as he approached you and lifted you from the ground "Although if it's true that you were a prostitute... We could take advantage of that…”

They looked at you with malevolence, you knew your Joker had done terrible things to them, and they revenge were going to drop it on you.

“No, no, no! Don't you dare! If you do, you'll be dead men!”

“Maybe, but the first one to die will be you”

They pulled out a knife right in front of you, played with this one, gently passing it down your chest and face.

They started ripping the fabric of your dress. You cried. They laughed.

Please Arthur come, come for me, please Arthur

“We are three, you're going to have to give each of us pleasure at the same time, you know what that means? Anyway, you're already experienced in that”

They took your dress in pieces, staying only in your underwear, they began grotesquely touch your body and make fun of you. You just implored that it wasn't painful and that your death wasn't so violent.

Although that was improbable.

You closed your eyes, accepting your unfortunate destiny.

A violent noise was heard, and one of the men fell to the ground.

"Leave her alone right now!"

Hearing that scream you felt in heaven, protected. You were safe. Joker was there, pointing the bastards who wanted to hurt you with his gun.

“Oh! Look who's here! Just when we were going to have our banquet, don't you want some?”

Another one fell to the ground. You tried to escape the only one left alive, but he catched you, putting the knife around your neck.

“Let her go of or you're going to regret it!” Joker screamed in a tone of voice you'd never heard before. He was heard so rude and furious, and at once determined.

“Let her go? You ruined what my men and I built for years; I'll take away what you cherish most in front you. And you can’t do anything to avoid it”

Joker's blood boiled with angry. How did he dare to hurt you?

"I won't warn you again, let her go right now, NOW!"

The guy, just for enjoying Joker's furious, put the knife down and cut your abdomen, you cried in pain. Joker went crazy, and when the knife stopped touching your skin, bullets were raining at your kidnapper.

You ran away, tripped and fell, but you could see Joker unloading the bullets on his enemy.

No enemy was left alive. You were free. But you were so scared too.

Joker looked at you, put away his gun and ran to you.

"Arthur!" You hugged him very tightly.

"y/n are you okay? He cut you, that motherfucker, I must to take you to the doc—"

"No! Please Arthur, take me home! Take me with you!"

"But y/n, you’re hurt—"

"It's nothing! I swear, just take me with you!"

Crying, you begged him to get you out of there. Joker took off his red coat and put it on you, covering you. He hugged you and both got out of there.

…

You two came home. He carried you in his arms and you hugged his chest. He left you in the bed while you still crying.

"I won't let you get hurt again, my doll" Arthur drew his fingers to your face, drying away your tears. He hurt him see you crying.

"Arthur, I thought I'd never see you again”

"No, y/n, I'm here, I'll always be here. No one will hurt you again"

You hugged him a lot, you didn't want to let him go. Despite the facade of the worst criminal of all and Gotham's worst lunatic, he saved and protected you.

Arthur left the room for a moment and came back with a medicine cabinet. He healed your wound while you were trying to relax, but that was almost impossible. Once you bandaged, Arthur lay down next to you, and you couldn't help hug him. He did the same thing, caressing your hair and smelling your scent, like the first time he and you met.

You and him slept soundly. You were so afraid you wouldn't sleep in that bed again. However, your night wasn't quiet, you dreamed of those three horrible men again, you dreamed that those men did what they wanted with you, and Arthur never appeared.

You woke up upset, in tears again.

But at the same time, you calmed down, because you were home. Arthur woke up with your crying, he immediately paid attention to you.

"What's going on? y/n, what happened?"

"A nightmare"

He took you carefully and kissed you on the forehead. You hugged him back, you clung to him, you never wanted to leave him in your life.

He really is the love of your life.

And you wanted to thank him for being.

"Arthur..."

"Yes?"

You took air, you never thought you’d be shy to ask Arthur that, even when you did this night after night.

“Could you love me, please?"

The eyes of Arthur lit up, and a big sense of desire ran through his body. But despite that, you were always above everything.

"y/n… But you’re hurt"

"Art… I’m fine, it was something superficial, it's nothing” And that was true, but on his face could you see he wasn’t so convinced “Please Arthur, I need your love”

He looked at you with concern, with silent, perhaps he feared to hurt you.

But at the same time, he looked at you with desire, in need and lust.

Arthur needed you very badly too, but he was afraid to revive your pain. However, you started kissing him, at first shyly, because you didn't know what his reaction would be.

But you knew him perfectly, you knew that with a simple touch of yours he could go crazy. He gently took you from the back of your head and quickly got on top of you. His hands started stroking your neck, your collarbone, your chest. His fingers started playing with the straps of your bra and at the same time left little kisses on your breasts.

Fear left your body, and desperately asked for Arthur.

Arthur took your bra off and threw it somewhere in the room. Hypnotized, he admired your body. You blushed, he always saw you as a deity, even though you two made love a thousand times before.

"You're the most fucking beautiful woman I've ever met"

He bit his lip when he saw you. You, on the other hand, put the shyness aside, your hands went to the buttons on his yellow vest, unbuttoning them. Arthur noticed your intentions and helped you with that. You did the same thing with his turquoise shirt, looking now his chest.

You exhaled. You kissed him deeply, his tongue entered your mouth, and you couldn't help pass your hands through his chest and abdomen.

Without warning, you started to kiss his neck and shoulders, he didn’t wait that, but with a smile, he let you continue. You kept kissing him, went down to his red pants. His lust trapped in that red pants was already evident.

With little kiss on the fabric of his pants, you unbuttoned and zipped down. You looked him before continue. Arthur looked at you in need, desire and a huge smile on his clown face.

You backed off his pants and his underwear, his length appeared on your face and something inside you burned. You took it with your hand and let a little kiss in the top.

With more desire, you pass your tongue, sucking it, you really enjoyed that moment, more when you put it in your mouth and heard his deep moan.

"Damn it, y/n!" Arthur almost cried out loud. He was wet in lust, he looked at you with his green eyes, saw as you gave him pleasure, as you loved making him feel good. He took your hair, started directing the movements.

You relaxed your throat, took some air and got on with your work. You used your tongue to drive him crazy, and hearing his moans caused you to get wet. “Fuck! y/n you… you’re amazing…”.

You viewed that he grabbed the sheets with his free hand, his head was back and his chest became large and small as he breathed deeply. You could think he was close to finishing. But he decided to change things.

He took your hair and forced you to apart himself, you looked at him a little confused, but his gaze said he was going to back to you everything you caused him. Taking your shoulders, he dropped you in bed. He quickly got between your legs, starting to play with the elastic of your lace panties.

He dropped your panties, stared hungry at what these were hiding. And he realized you were already wet.

"Art... Do-Don't be so rude, please" You pled him timidly. Arthur blinked, setting aside his desire, remembering what you had spent the last night. He looked at your reddened face, and felt slightly guilty. He didn't tell you, but he thought maybe he scared you.

"Of course not, my doll" slowly lowered his face until you reached your entrance "If you want to stop, I will, just say it y/n" kissed one of your thighs, and seeing you, started playing with his tongue inside you.

Now, it was your turn to yell.

“Oh fuck!” You remember why Arthur loved that game. He was very skillful. He kissed you, licked you, played really well down there. You took his green hair between your fingers, begging him to go deeper. You heard a little laugh.

“I want you Arthur…” You couldn't take it anymore, you started begging him, as tears of pleasure fell down your cheeks “Please Art, I want you, make me yours…”

He didn't listen to you, he just kept licking you, and you couldn't do it anymore. You cuming in his mouth, and he drank you all.

Bastard you thought You wouldn't let me do the same with you

As you recovered from the orgasm, he stands up, his makeup was already a mess, but that's what you loved, as you could see Arthur and Joker at the same time.

“Come here, boy” You extended your hand to him. He took it and placed himself on top of you "I really want you for me”

“You just want me?”

“Why the question?”

"You seem to need me" Arthur kiss your hand, as you felt the rub of its length in your entrance, he was torturing you.

“Arthur, please…”

“Please what?” He passing his tongue in your hand and finished with a kiss.

“I-I need you…”

“Yes darling?” He saw you again with those emeralds that drove you crazy. How much you love him, and how much he loves you "Did you know I always need you, y/n?" With that deeply voice, he began to play again, giving small blows with his tip, causing you to moan.

“Y-Yeah…” Your voice became trembling at the end of that word “Arthur, please…”

“Please what?” He repeated that question again while without warning, he passed his tongue through your breast, provoking you more and more.

“…Fuck me…” You didn't ask him, you pleaded him. He laughed a little, and kissed you on your lips, looking for your tongue with his. And as your tongues fluttered in your mouths, he entered in you.

You moaned in his mouth, that strange sense of pain and pleasure was so addictive to you. He moved inside you, going out and in. You could hear him moan, and that excited you more, hearing his voice full of pleasure.

With more desire, you hugged him, moaned and cried. You didn't want anyone else in your life. You only want Arthur, just him.

It was so much pleasure and delight that you even forgot the wound on your abdomen.

You raised your hips just to join him more. Arthur kissed your neck, while he too got lost in lust. The bed hit the wall hard, it could break at any time, and you wouldn't mind. You two couldn't separate, nothing could separate.

You didn't know how much time was going on, but every time Arthur made love to you, time seemed to stop alone for the two of you.

“Arthur…” You cried his name “I love you… I love you”.

“I love you, y/n” you heard his hoarse voice against your ear again. He raised his head, only to see you adore this intimate moment “I love you too”

You kissed him, so much passion overflowing. You felt close again.

Before you could tell him, your body couldn't keep it anymore and gave into the pleasure, you screamed so loud. Arthur began to penetrate you slowly and deep at the same time, prolonging your orgasm, making it more torturous and pleasurable.

Breathing deeply, you looked at Arthur, taking his cheek with your hand, you still felt weak, and loved too.

He came out of you, and he started masturbating in front of you. "Could you help me, doll?" Oh yes, you knew that meant.

You knelt in front of him, took his member and carried him into your mouth. He tried to suppress a groan but failed. A few seconds later he made you stop, and you'll look him in the eye from where you were.

"You want it, don't you, doll?" you didn't answer, you just moved your head up and bit your lip. Like the first time you saw him. You began to masturbate him and kiss his member.

He caressed your head, closed his eyes. If that wasn't heaven, he didn't know anything else it could be.

His body tightened, and his breathing became heavy “y/n, I’m gonna coming, come here”.

You stopped, opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue. With a little scream from him, you got his climax in your mouth. Every drop fell into your mouth, and some escaped through the corners of your lips. He tasted so good; you loved his taste.

Arthur took a deep breath, his eyes were still under in his eyelids, recovering. He lowered his head and opened his eyes, watching you. You gave him a naughty smile. He caressed your cheek, and stroked you with his thumb.

"Where have you been all my life?" For a moment he thought about it, but he really said it. And you blush at those words. The naughty smile was replaced by a shy smile.

"Lost, like you, my love"

Smiling at you, he went to kiss you one more, one more loving, more romantic. “Arthur Fleck, you really are the love of my life” You said to him in the middle of the kiss. You could feel it how he trembled at your words. He separated from you and looked you in the eye.

“You too, y/n, you’re the love of my life”.

He kissed your cheek and pulled aside some locks of hair that fell on your face. "Come here" Took your hand "Look at you, you're a mess, we're going to have to clean you up"

You knew that was just the beginning, it was going to be a long day.

But you didn't care because you loved him, you loved Arthur Fleck, and Joker too, despite the danger. You didn't really care about danger, Arthur would always protect you from adversity, and somehow, you also protected him.

End

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looney-joonie · 6 years ago

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50 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @bts-blackpink-bitch about 10 years ago (1 week) and I am finally ready to answer them lol

1. What takes up too much of your time?

Daydreaming about fic possibilities and what I could do with my life if I had the ability to create art.

2. What makes your day better?

Two things: my fiance and laughing.

3. What’s the best thing to happen to you today?

My cat laid on top of me and purred really loud!

4. What fictional place would you like to go to?

One that I have yet to put into writing.

5. Are you good at giving advice?

It depends. I’m pretty good at it in general, but each situation is unique and anyone who takes my advice knows that I have a disclaimer stating that I am not responsible for anything that happens if my advice is applied...just as a precaution lol

6. Do you have any mental illness?

No clue.

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

Yes and it’s terrifying!! I mean, one time I was able to make my head shake, but my fiance ignored my movement because I move in my sleep...so he thought I was asleep...

8. What musician inspired you the most?

I don’t really have just one

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

Yes

10. What’s your dream date?

My dream date is my fiance. HAHA! (It’s true..) 😂

But no, my dream date is being picked up at hotel in a big city <me wearing a very nice dress, my date wearing a tux or suit> and us going out for a ‘night on the town’. We would dine at a 5-star restaurant and then walk around downtown until we came to a romantic place. My date would then ask me to dance even there’s no music because ‘the music is in our hearts'. And then he would take me back to my room and leave me at the door with a searing kiss.

*sigh* I love my fiance, but he would ruin my dream date because he can’t keep a beat to save his life. I’m sure he’d be able to make up for it somehow 😂

11. What do others notice about you?

They tend to notice I have a huge ass. They never really mention anything else that they notice...IF they notice anything else.

12. What is an annoying habit you have?

UM - ALL OF THEM?? I mean, I have so many that it’s hard to name them. Just ask the people around me and they’ll make long lists without saying the same thing as the other. #iannoyeveryone

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

No, but that’s a good thing.

14. How many exes do you have?

Five...and yet, they never took me on a date. #losers😒

15. How many songs are in your playlist?

My largest one has over 600 songs on it...so many genres, so little time.

16. What instruments can you play?

I played the clarinet when I was in high school and the piano before that.

17. What do you have the most pictures of?

Blurry shit because my phone screen gets turned on and then I’m too lazy to delete the pictures. 😬

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

I’m not sure. I’ve always loved traveling, but have never been super passionate about just one place?

19. What is your zodiac?

Gemini

20. Do you relate to it?

Yup. I’m #twinning everyday.

21. What is happiness to you?

Happiness to me is being able to toss away all of my negative thoughts, just for a moment, and focus on something beautiful. It could be the feel of a cool breeze on a warm day. The fluffy white clouds against a light blue sky or speaking the compliments I think instead of just keeping them so myself.

Happiness is something you continuously work towards...and sometimes you have to accept that being content in the moment is the best you’ll get for now. I purposely stop to ‘smell the roses’ and enjoy the little things because everything I know and love is in a balanced state. I want to enjoy the moments I have now so that, when things have shifted and there’s the sense of unbalance, I can look back and draw on those moments. Those little moments are so important to be able to recall so that you can continue to work towards happiness in times of sadness. (Sorry for the mini...rant?)

22. Are you going through anything right now?

Yes. I won’t get too detailed, but back in February I went on emergency hiatus because my dad has CIDP (emergency hiatus post here). He hasn’t had a treatment since February, so his ability to walk and do other things has gradually become much worse. It’s not something that many people have to live with for a long time...which is why I had my happiness rant above. Plus I’ve been trying to get a better job since I graduated from college in December 2018, but practically nobody is hiring. So that’s great.

23. What’s the worst decision you ever made?

There really is no ‘worst decision’ for me. I am who I am today because of all the decisions I have made both good and bad. So, for me to point out my ‘worst decision’ would be to say I have regrets. Which I don’t because I don’t have time for ‘what ifs’ and regrets. I only have time for helping myself and others to better themselves.

24. What’s your favorite store?

Gift shops.

25. What’s your opinion on abortion?

I strongly believe in keeping my political opinions to myself.

26. Do you keep a bucket list?

Mentally, yeah. But I’m forgetful, so it’s ever-changing.

27. Do you have a favorite album?

Yes. Comedown Machine by The Strokes. I bought it because it looked cool and I love every single song.

28. What do you want for your birthday?

I really want to have a full-time job! I also want these BTS Hanahaki Series pins by Wiblash on Instagram!!

29. What are most people’s first impression of you?

People think that I cower at anyone who seems to be an authoritative figure as well as be a ‘yes-man’

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

Everyone has thought I look like I’m either younger or WAY older than I actually am. Everyone also assumes I have kids. And I mean EVERYONE. 😠

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

On my nightstand to prevent an accidental fire.

32. What word do you say the most?

I say um, well, and like a lot because they make it easier to drag my sentences out when I lose my train of thought.

33. What’s the oldest age you would date?

It’s kind of..besides the point now that I’m getting married, but at one point I ‘dated’ a guy who was almost 10 years older than me. I DODGED A BULLET WITH THAT GUY!! With my experience, I probably wouldn’t pick someone more than 5 years older than me.

34. What’s the youngest age you would date?

I’ve always liked my guys to be slightly younger than me ( my fiance is about 9 months younger than me) and all my exs except the one mentioned in the above question were either the same age as me or a little younger. I wouldn’t date anyone born after 2000. Still doesn’t matter much since I’m getting married.😂

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

Retail. But that’s only because I’ve been in customer service so long that I have a lot of mannerisms that I have accidentally brought over into my personal life.

36. What’s your favorite music genre?

I don’t have one.

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

TL;DWR - Too Long; Don’t Wanna Research.

38. What is your current favorite song?

Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

39. How long have you had this blog for?

01/07/2019 1:55:37 AM (thanks @memories)

40. What are you excited for?

The BTS concert on May 12th!!!! And for my ATEEZ project 'When Life Gives You Lemonade' teaser to be revealed on May 15th!!

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

Both. Once I’m started, I can talk for hours, but I love listening to people talk too soooooo...

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

AHGJDSAKLGHJA UHHH, WORK ON MY ATEEZ PROJECT!

43. What do you want for Christmas?

DLCs for some software that I have.

44. What class do you get the best grades in?

Um...College Algebra and English were my best subjects.

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now?

About a 9.8?

46. What can you see yourself doing in ten years?

I can see myself being an author and a mom. 😊

47. When did you get your first heartbreak?

First grade when I...liked this boy so much that I would kiss his cheek at least once every time we had gym class. Then he changed schools... (I found out later that it wasn’t my fault and that he had a slight crush on me then)

48. What age do you want to get married?

23. My wedding is planned for right before my 28th birthday, so ya’ll see how well that panned out.

49. What career did you want to have as a child?

Author!!!

50. What do you crave right now?

MORE TIME TO WORK ON MY ATEEZ PROJECT!!!!!! Gosh...there’s just not enough time in the day..............................................😑

I’m tagging @angstchim @ughdesighhns @parkseonghwa @gothicmingi @requestfairy @mhysaunburnt @yurakwonhoseok @today-we-will-survive @supersailorjoonie once again! If ya’ll get tired of it, let me knowwwwwww......😅

#tag game #50 questions #tag #ily all

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hellacre13 · 7 years ago

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What Superman story made you realize why Lois can’t work as his love interest?

I suspect Superman the movie and everything after that. And then getting into comics themselves. As we mature and the world changes then so do societal norms, I realized how seriously effed up the Lois/Clark/Superman love story is.

Many heroes might have started off in a more camp way, asking us to suspend belief etc but as time went by the story telling got more complex and tied into real world themes etc. Superhero stories often reflects the time we live in. Like the Golden Age Superman was created during a time of the Depression and pre World War 2.. He was rougher, brasher, a man who was the champion of the oppressed and small man, who fought corrupt business men and Nazis etc. The new 52 was more modern and looked at Superman via a more global lens by looking at his alien aspect and making him more socially conscious. Rebirth he has gone back to traditional troupes and is more preachy father figure who seems to be more concerned about his comfort and playing house. He calls his wife and kid his world and so wants to preserve that comfort, he is willing to ply Lois with immortal juice to live for a billion years. It’s got that feel of a guy who isn’t too concerned about the bigger picture as long as life does not change for him. I mean, what he does with Lois isn’t too far off what Mr Freeze wanted to do with his wife if you think about it? But that is “love” according to DC.

Anyway I digress. Lois, Clark and Superman was the original love story for decades. She had the hots for the rock star while the nerd Clark pined for her to notice him. He even prob ignored women who cared for him. She was often mean spirited and very ambitious and walked all over him. She was a career girl in a time it was a largely male centric job but in fiction she was not the only female that did this. In fact she was inspired from another character Torchy Blane who did what she did first. And there were other female characters in fiction that were just as brave, empowered before her too. Anyway as the world evolved and more female characters were created what Lois did became not all that special. We have many strong women in fiction, from different backgrounds and people have their favorites. We are spoiled for choice.

The love triangle or what I like to call now the lie triangle is what define Lois and Clark’s dynamics. I really did not understand why this guy wasted his time on someone who never valued him. I guess he was a bit of a masochist. As as I grew to learn more about Superman’s mythos and who he was and what drove him, I genuinely could not understand why DC kept pushing them as some ideal. The woman did stupid things to try to get his attention or outing his secret when she suspected…from trying to jump off buildings and Niagara Falls. That is not brave. It’s dumb, at least to me. She even had her own comics for a time whereby she was obsessed with trying to get him…Superman… to marry her. Lois and Clark’s iconic imagery is of him carrying her like a baby or saving her. I am sorry but as a female reader and fan of heroes…that just does not interest me nor do I see it as romantic. DC might think it is seeing they still push it.

And Superman himself was a douche bag too. Lying his ass off to her as Superman and Clark. Or dating her as one or the other…yet claims this was love. The guy was even willing to give up his gifts just to bone her in Superman 2. Can you really see a real hero being that needy and hard up? The Reeve movies are considered quintessential Superman but to me it is outdated and the stuff between him and Lois is eye rolling. The other movies like Superman Returns his love for her is not noble. Fact it is creepy and selfish on both their parts considering she was shacked up with another man who was a real father to a boy not even his own.

Man of Steel and the DCEU show how they need to shoe horn her into many things that defy logic and really just to try to find something for her to do. She is a human. She should be subject to its limitations. This woman just throws herself in dangerous situations and survives. Or DC tries to suggest she can handle situations she is not even trained to.

Most recent cases…1. Fighting Female Furies. She has 0 training …people like Barda and Diana who trained all their lives and have to have back up with Darkseid’s elite Lois Lane can take on these women with no problems. That is the stupidity we have come to. 2. MOS Superman is fighting Zod and snaps his neck and Lois who was miles away just appears to pet his head. I didn’t know she had superspeed. 3 Death of Superman ( just like Batman v Superman) the woman is in the middle of the action because? Two heavy hitters battling, Doomsday beat up the whole JL, damaged the city, the earth is crater city, smoke, dust and debris is being kicked up while Superman is battling him…yet Lois is in the middle of all this so these two characters can make google eyes at each other. When Superman dies…after killing Doomsday with a killer blow…she just standing there…unscathed…like she got some force field I was not aware of.

The writing suffers because they have to find something for her to do. Even the most sensible journalist would know to get the hell out of the way and get shelter if you are in between two warring sides. Why are you making your ass a potential causality and distracting a man from his job?

Death of Superman really sealed the deal for me. Lois and Clark act like two jerks.. Clark is dating her but has not told her he is Superman.She has no clue he is Superman. Yet she flirts with Superman even while having Clark on the side. He tells her she knows him better than anyone else. Yet she claims she does not know him at all. ???? It’s bizarre logic. He says he loves her…I have no clue why. He acts insecure and whiny and a bit of a prick to Diana. Given his and Diana’s relationship was based on honesty…she knew who he was…it’s very amusing to see Clark try to convince the viewer Lois is the one for him. They even tried to throw all his other past loves under the bus putting the blame on them.

I found it all forced and dysfunctional. And the Superman we admired and who respected Diana berates her for calling him Clark while sparring in a simulator no less…they were not even in public…because he wants to be called Superman because Lois (who he had not told his secret) gave him the name.I am sorry. But when has Clark/Superman/Kal ever acted such a douche to anyone? And he blames Diana for their “break up” because she wants to live as herself.

Anyone who reads comics know that Clark and Diana had a very close bond. I can get you tons of panels of her calling him Clark or Kal or Superman depending on the situation and he was never this asshole Tomasi wrote here just to prop Lois. Also even if Diana did not like a dual identity here, it’s clear DC does what it wants when it wants because she used Diana Prince off and on for decades. She uses it in the DCEU and other comics. But for Superman to judge her this way makes him come cross as unlikable.

What it mean is Superman is a selfish character. He wants a woman to do what he says and lives as he says. He wants to make no compromise. In truth and fact he never made a compromise for Lois Lane when he told her his secret. She just accepts it and adapts to HIM. They are in love because he can continue to live the way he wants. I thought real love was give and take. In Death of Superman she is not even questioning his lies. She is like oooh my boyfriend is an alien when he tells her he is Superman. Must be nice her boyfriend looks like a man she lusted after and he did not really look like Martian Manhunter, eh? I bet she’d react quite differently. How can anyone elevate this type of relationship over Clark and Diana’s is beyond me.

There was no truth and no trust from the start and when they hook up Clark and Lois continue their charade yet claim to be watchdogs for truth for humanity. This is such a joke to me. They both have no ethics. He still gives her scoops even though they banging each other and they act as if they are more moral than other people.

And let us not forget Superman goes evil troupe or needs her alone to ground him because it is what pisses me off the most. It undermines Superman’s heritage, upbringing, innate goodness and compassion and heroism to suggest he cannot be who he is unless he is banging Lois Lane. If Batman could not be with Selina no one here would suggest he would never be who he is. Same for every other hero. But Superman? The dude is crippled morally, spiritually and emotionally if no Lois. In Justice League the entire League is nerfed so she can call him to heel. A woman he knows all of 2 years. What about his mom? Hell what about the earth?The people? His own mind and goodness? Nah. Only Lois. I am sorry that is bs

We have the superhero landscape where heroes can live openly, many don’t need ID’s, some have given them up. Look to Marvel and how well they do it. These men and women do jobs that don’t require jumping through hoops like Superman and his news room reporter job requires. They might be billionaire scientists, supersoldiers, Gods, Kings, aliens but we feel with and for them because their stories are woven in a coherent manner, and their heroism doesn’t have conditions. It has real and truth sacrifice and growth. Superman with Lois is what I call a fair weather hero. He is concerned about himself and his comfort. All is well and he is happy. Things go a little iffy or something happens to her…his ass is useless.

I could go on and on but if your hero’s entire pov and how he views the world and whether he feels connection to a place he grew up in is based on one person he screws as it is with him and Lois…then I cannot support that. So It is not one story. It is a cumulative thing. And it sucks as a fan of Superman because you realizing he might not be what you thought he was nor hoped he could be.

As someone who was drawn to Superman comics on a story based on him dealing with real challenges and loss and trying to be a leader in the face of great odds as in Kingdom Come…I am at a loss what DC is putting out. I feel like the Superman I want to believe in is no longer around. Punching something very hard doesn’t make you a hero. All the League put their life on the line everyday. Just because SM can hit hard does not make them less than him nor their lives less than his. Wonder Woman nearly died in Death of Superman but for him lunching with Lois. He left her in the lurch for Lois on the battlefield in BM v SM, not even knowing if she could handle Doomsday. No good soldier would do that. Heroism is the way you live and choices you make and how you try to make the world better for others even at the expense of your own comfort. I look to other heroes now outside of DC and I am ironically finding what Superman could or should be there. It’s a shame.

#superman #wonder woman #superwonder #DC comics #death of superman #man of steel #love interests

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the-undertale-mouse · 7 years ago

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Handplates: Tempus CH 1

Handplates is a really cool if dark take on the Papyrus/Sans/Gaster origin story by @zarla-s and if you haven’t seen it already, I highly recommend it. This is a spin off of that in which a human enters their lives. This takes place some time before Justice falls. Tempus(Patience) would be the fifth soul. Some things may be inaccurate, but please be patient with me. I just need to get it out of my head and I need some feedback. I am reposting some chapters because I have revised a few things for greater accuracy. ~Miamouse

Chapter 1 Contact

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“Say hi to King Fluffy Buns for me. Us war survivors got to stick together. Maybe we should have a cards night or-,” Gerson said as Gaster paid for his groceries.

“I’m sorry, I have a very tight schedule,” Gaster said, cutting the conversation short. Not that he didn’t appreciate everything the ‘hammer of justice’ did in his time, but the old war vet had a tendency to ramble, and Gaster really did have a schedule to keep. Any time away from the lab not working was time wasted to Gaster, except he still needed to go out every now and then to buy food.

“Don’t be such a stranger,” Gerson called.

Gaster took his leave and started back along the road to hotland, taking special care to avoid the nonsensical beings dubbed ‘tems.’ he just didn’t have the time to deal with the silly creatures. He made it safely past them without an encounter and sighed with relief as he stepped into the darkening lantern room. He could use his one functioning eye socket to glow and show him the path, but he didn’t bother. He knew the path so well, he didn’t strictly need to see. Not many monsters came this way, it was too dark and depressing. He liked this room, it was peaceful and solitary. He did not expect someone to bump into him. He did not expect to drop half the groceries he just bought. Most of all, he did not expect them to be human. But it happened anyway.

Panic flooded his chest cavity, despite its words of apology and concern directed towards him. A human? Here, now? Right in front of him? What to do? He had confidence he could easily capture it and bring it to the king, as was protocol, but he couldn’t stand the thought of the look in the king’s eyes after he killed yet another human. He could kill the human himself and bring the soul to the king. It would be no trouble. By the look of it, this one was a chil- not yet full grown. Weak. Inexperienced. He would just say he found the soul like that. Tragic for the human, good for the monsters. How long could it last in the underground anyway? He was surprised it made it this far. He was doing it a favor, cutting its misery short.

He shifted into ‘fight mode’ turning its soul dark blue from the get-go. This would be over with soon, if he worked straight through lunch, he could be back on schedule. It wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to.

* * *

Tempus accepted that her apologies didn’t work the moment her soul became heavy and the skeleton across from her started sending bone-shaped bullets her way. The increased gravity made it difficult, but she was very good at detecting patterns and timing her movements just right. She managed to avoid all of his intricate waves of bones with the least amount of energy possible. She was able to catch a breather and “check his stats.” She did this with everyone who chose to fight her in order to understand them a little better and find a way to appease them.

“Wing Dings Gaster. LV 4. Hurt some people on purpose. That’s probably bad. Though maybe some of it was in self-defense or something. I don’t know, I wasn’t there. HP 2000/2000 AT 36 DF 36. Royal Scientist obsessed with breaking the barrier.” Tempus gulped. Even if she didn’t lose her cute ribbon, he could kill her in easily (she was weak for a human, she only had 10 HP.) If she could negotiate a solution, she would always try that first. She had to think fast as she dodged the next, trickier volley of bones.

* * *

The human was exceptionally skilled at dodging. Gaster would have been impressed if it weren’t so annoying. It was just making the battle drag out longer. Between the volleys of bones, the human attempted to reason with him. Its efforts were fruitless. He just tuned it out. Nothing it said mattered. They needed its soul for the barrier. There was no discussing it. Gaster did not indulge it with replies, it probably wouldn’t understand his language anyway, and he doubted it knew how to read his hands. Talking to it would be pointless, and he did not like to do anything pointless.

He was, however, intrigued that it wielded no physical weapon. This was odd for humans since most of them could not wield magic. On the off chance it could use magic, why didn’t it? It was in very real danger and did not defend itself besides dodging and expelling useless chatter. Perhaps it was luring him into a false sense of security. Its soul signature was patience after all. It could be waiting for the right moment to strike, for all he knew. As he was thinking that, the human changed tact, but not in the way he expected.

* * *

Tempus had four different logical actions she could use on Gaster: reason, plead, threaten and joke. In addition to actions, she could manifest magical versions of her toy knife to attack him. She dropped the real one back in the ruins when she promised herself she wouldn’t use it to hurt anyone. With magic, you could manipulate it so that the person on the receiving end could be left with 1 hp, no matter how many times you hit, but that was her most desperate move. More desperate than attempting to actually spare him or run away, both of which would be very desperate indeed, considering his strength. She was getting to that point of desperation though.

She tried pleading and reasoning several times, hoping to wear him down, but to no effect, since he didn’t seem to be listening. Maybe he was deaf. An idea occurred to her: perhaps he wasn’t ignoring her, perhaps he actually couldn’t hear her pleas. He didn’t have ears after all. There was no guarantee he understood ASL, but it had a better chance of success than sparing him. She gave it a shot, thanking her stars she knew sign language since she was little.

“Please stop. I’m not going to try to leave the underground. I don’t want to hurt you or your king. I know you need my soul for the barrier, but you don’t have enough anyway. Can’t I stay in peace, at least until the last two humans fall?” She had studied the plaques on the walls carefully, in an attempt to understand the history here. She knew they needed the equivalent of 7 human souls to be free. A member of the Royal Guard informed her that her soul would be the fifth in their collection, right before they threw a spear at her. Tempus made a split second decision to run for it and she ran all the way back to the darkening lantern room and right into this guy.

* * *

Once again, this human surprised Gaster, this time by speaking in hands; a highly unusual trait, even among monsters. He was so stunned, he forgot to ignore what it was saying. ‘It made a good argument,’ he begrudgingly acknowledged. That didn’t mean it wasn’t lying about being a pacifist. True, it didn’t have any LV or EXP but, who’s to say it would never gain some? No matter what it said, he couldn’t let it roam free. Humans were far too dangerous and unpredictable. But perhaps it didn’t have to be killed yet. If it’s power could be harnessed, then maybe freedom was closer than it seemed. Plans formed in his head for how to get and use that power. The possibilities it presented were endless. It would almost be a waste to kill it so soon.

* * *

Gaster considered for a moment then said both out loud and with his hands, “If I let you live, will you come quietly?”

Tempus did not like the idea of a scientist with an LV of 4 taking her captive, but what choice did she have? “Yes. I’ll come quietly.” she signed and spoke. The battle ended. 0 EXP and 0 G gained.

“Oh, I can hear you just fine. I was just ignoring you earlier.” Gaster said bluntly.

She had a feeling this was the case, though she had hoped better of him. “You don’t have to sign for me either. My hearing is just fine.”

He paused and looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face. “Really now, you can understand me?” he spoke out loud only, not using his hands to sign. His tone was colored in disbelief as if he highly doubted a human like her could know what he was saying.

Tempus had no clue what he was implying. He did have a bit of an accent, but it was nothing crazy. “Yes, I can understand you. We’re speaking the same language, aren’t we?”

“Indeed. But for now, I would rather you didn’t speak unless spoken to until we get back to the lab. You did agree to come quietly.” Tempus decided to obey him, for now. She was patient. She would follow along, do as he said...at least until she figured something out.

* * *

As they walked on in silence, Gaster’s mind was buzzing. ‘The human, hereby referred to as ‘subject 3’ or ‘3-T’ diverges from the norm in several notable ways. First, it understands me, signs or no signs, furthermore, it is capable of using the signs itself. Second, it speaks in a font differing from the norm: ‘Tempus’ hence the ‘T’ in ‘3-T.’ Third, it chooses to wield no physical weapon though it may be in possession of magical ability, a rarity among humans. That is yet to be seen, but upon further inspection, it is noted subject 3 possess a certain aura and frailty unusual to its kind. This aura and frailty are reminiscent of the wizards who sealed us away nearly 1000 years ago. I’d be nostalgic if I didn’t still have the emotional scars. Last, Subject 3 is adept at timing its dodges perfectly. I suspect it has something to do with their soul signature ‘patience.’ All these things ought to be looked into and studied. Subject 3 is lucky to have piqued my interest so thoroughly...or maybe unlucky. It’s too late either way.’

#handplates #undertale #fanfic #tempus #gaster #fallen human #revision #chapter 1

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wayward-marvel-sommer1196 · 7 years ago

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Consequences - Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x Reader ; Jared x BFF!Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, unexpected pregnancy, talks of abortion, implies smut, drunken one-night stand, poor birth control decisions (If you are on the pill, please remember to take it around the same time EVERYDAY or it will lose it’s effectiveness)

Word Count: 3945

A/N: This was written for Ravengirl’s 1.5K Follower Challenge @ravengirl94. My prompt was “We need to fix this before it gets worse. I really don’t want to hear about it for the next six months.” Literally right at the end. This story kinda got away from me and I have more to come with it. Like another part or two. This was nearly 4000 words and that was like only half my outline oopps. Sorry no explicit smut this time just wasn’t feeling it. Congrats on your followers’ girl, sorry this is late but I had to figure out where to split it. No beta and feedback always wanted and appreciated. P.S. No hate towards Danneel, this does mention Jensen getting a divorce, lets pretend it was amicable and they are both happy.

Summary: After a drunken and heated one-night stand with Jensen, you are left with an unexpected consequence. The situation only worsens when your best friend Jared gets involved and the public forms their own opinion.

Masterlist - Consequences

You looked at the two lines in disbelief. How could you be so stupid? So careless, no reckless is a better word. This one little white stick with two little lines was going to change your life the only question was how.

For the last few days you had been feeling ill and getting sick, but you thought nothing of chocking it up to eating something bad. It wasn’t until day four that you looked at the calendar and realized you were a week late. You were never late. Your period came like clockwork every 26-28 days and now you were late and adding that to the sickness, you didn’t like the conclusion you were drawing.

You bought a pregnancy test and now here you were. You had only had sex once in the last year and that was your drunken one-night stand with Jensen AKA your best friend’s best guy friend. You thought back to that night and things were very hazy but you remembered most the details.

You and Jared went to San Jac’s to have a few drinks when Jared had the bright idea to invite Jensen, knowing damn well you had a crush on the green-eyed beauty. But that’s what Jared did, he always pushed you into uncomfortable situations just to get you out of your comfort zone.

Tonight, however, had been going alright considering the situation. Jensen had arrived and you all three took a shot of whiskey and grabbed a beer and settled into a nice conversation. However, with these two together and adding alcohol to the mix things quickly took a turn. Before you knew it you all were laughing at the different scenarios you each planned for each other with another stranger in the bar.

You paired Jared with some slut in the back corner wearing 5-inch heels and a tight cheetah print dress that practically showed her vagina. Jensen paired you with some guy that looked to be in his 50’s and had a beer gut while Jared paired Jensen with the scary biker chick at the end of the bar that looked like she could kill you with a glance.

After a couple of hours and a few beers Jared tapped out for the night leaving you alone with Jensen. Things got awkward for a second when Jensen suggested heading back to his place to continue, but you agreed and went back with him.

Once you got to Jensen’s house, you had a couple more beers and somehow ended up talking about y’all’s sex life.

“Wait, how long has it been since you’ve had sex?” Jensen asked shocked.

“A year. I mean there have been a few almosts but since my last serious relationship I haven’t been able to take it all the way,” you said as you shrugged.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better I’ve only had sex once since my divorce a year and a half ago. It was a shitty one-night stand six months ago and I can still feel the regret.”

You placed your hand on Jensen’s thigh and gave him a sincere smile and before you could say or do anything his lips were on yours. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or what, but instead of pulling away you pushed back and sat on his lap. He grabbed your face ad deepened the kiss before his hands started to travel lower and lower.

At some point his hands ended up on your ass and he lifted you up. As you wrapped your legs around his waist he brought you both back to his bed where you would seal the deal.

You had to have used a condom, right? You always did. You were always careful. As you really began to think about it your eyes widened at the memory. Jensen didn’t have any condoms and neither did you, but you were drunk and horny as hell and he was making you feel so good that you told him it was fine, that you were on the pill.

This wasn’t a lie, but what you neglected to remember, at the time, was that you forgot to take it that morning which screwed up your birth control back up.

The tears began to fall as you called up the only person you could think of to talk to: your best friend Jared. You didn’t tell him over the phone but rather made lunch plans with him to talk in person.

“Jare, I fucked up. Like really bad,” you said.

“What happened Y/N?” he asked with concern in his voice.

“This is worse than anything that happened in high school, Jared. I don’t know what to do.”

“Y/N/N, calm down and look at me. Whatever it is you can tell me. You know that. I’m your best friend, I’m here to help, not to judge.”

“Fuck, Jared I’m…. I’m pregnant.”

“Ok, why is that so bad? As long as you know who the father is. Y/N please tell me you know who the father is.”

“Yes, I know who the father is, Jared. I’m not a whore. But that’s kind of the problem.”

“What? The father?” All you could do was nod. “It can’t be that bad unless he is some murderer or something.”

“It’s Jensen. Jensen is the father.”

Jared looked at you shocked. “Jensen as in Jensen Ackles as in my best guy friend? That Jensen?”

“Yeah. I told you, I fucked up. We were drunk and in the moment and neither of us had a condom. I forgot that I hadn’t took my birth control that morning. Shit! I’m screwed Jared.”

“Y/N, no you’re not. You- “

“Yes, I am Jared. He’s your best friend and you know he doesn’t want any more kids since he had JJ. It was a fucking drunken mistake.”

“Y/N, sweetheart you need to calm down before you give yourself a panic attack,” Jared said as he took your face in-between both his hands, gave that smile that always calmed you, and hugged you tightly.

“Ok, you’re right,” you said as you took a deep breath.

“Besides, if I know Jensen at all he is not going to ditch you on this. He will love this kid as much as JJ. He doesn’t have it in him to ignore his own child regardless if he wanted another kid or not.”

You shook your head and both you and Jared made idle chit chat while you ate your lunch. When you were finished he kissed your temple and you hugged him and said your goodbyes.

Jared always knew how to calm you down. He always knew how to make you feel better. He has since the day you two met. Y’all had been friends since high school and your friendship had never been stronger for that, but that could have to do with how y’all met.

At the beginning of your junior year of high school your parents decided to move you from Houston to San Antonio so that meant you had to attend a new school where you knew exactly 0 people.

Quickly you became the school’s new target. They were somewhat of a smaller school meaning that almost everybody knew each other or at least knew about each other. Since you were the new girl in town meant they could be as devious to you as they pleased because you had no clue about anyone.

One day, a particularly bad day, one of the cutest boys in school came up to you and started talking with you. He wanted to know about you which made you feel good, so when he asked you to meet him under the bleachers (cliché, I know) you did.

That night you were standing there just about to leave, thinking he stood you up when he came running over. He apologized, said something about basketball practice taking too long but you didn’t care. You asked him why you were here and he just leaned in and said, ‘For this’ as he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He broke the kiss to lift your shirt off and you let him, but when he didn’t return his lips to yours, you knew something was off.

That’s when you saw it. A flash. Then another, and another. Then you heard laughing and saw the rest of the basketball team and the cheerleaders crowding around you taking pictures. You started to cry and screamed at them to stop and to give you your shirt back and let you go, but no one did. They just continued to laugh. However, unbeknownst to them a mister Jared Padalecki had also been at school late for a drama thing and heard the commotion.

“HEY!!! What the hell is going on here?” he shouted as he saw you.

“Padalecki, mind your business and just walk your ass home. This does not concern you,” said the guy who lured you here.

Jared looked right at you and saw the tears streaming down your face and your arms wrapped around your body. “I believe it does, Cody. Since it looks like you are harassing this girl.”

“Oh, come on. We are just having a little bit of fun with the new girl,” Cody said as he put his arm over your shoulders making you tense, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Jared. “Aren’t we princess?”

Before you could speak up Jared did. “She doesn’t look like she is having fun. Are you having fun sweetheart?” You shook your head. “It looks more like you are taking advantage of her. Do I need to tell Coach Gary that you are taking advantage of another girl? What did he say the last time if you got caught again? Something about getting kicked off the team, right?”

“You wouldn’t dare, Padalecki.”

“Try me.” With that all the kids took off and you were left a sobbing mess in front of this complete stranger. He approached you and took off his shirt and handed it to you, noticing the asshole took your shirt with him.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as you slipped into his shirt that was way too big on you.

“No thanks necessary,” he said with a charming smile.

“Not just for the shirt. Thanks for rescuing me. That was mortifying.”

“Like I said no thanks necessary. I believe every woman should be treated with respect and Cody is notorious for not doing that.”

“I knew it was too good to be true, but I’m still new here and so desperately just wanted at least one friend and he was nice and I guess I was just desperate enough to fall for it.”

“Well, he is good at being fake. I’m glad I got here before he had a chance to do anything else.”

“Yeah me too.”

“I’m Jared by the way and don’t worry about the whole friend thing because now you got one with me.”

“Y/N and you don’t have to be my friend out of pity. I’ll be fine.”

“I want to be your friend trust me it’s not out of pity. And Y/N is a beautiful name.”

You blushed at his words as you looked down at your watch and noticed the time.

“Shit!”

“What?”

“It’s getting late and I need to get home.”

“Let me walk you to your car.”

“Uhhh...actually I walk.”

“No kidding, so do I. What street do you live on?”

“24th ave why?”

“I live on 24th place. I literally live one road over from you,” he said with a chuckle. “Let me walk you home.”

“I’m ok, you’ve already done so much.”

“Please it’s no hassle. I’m headed that way anyway and I would really like to make sure you make it home alright and that douchebag doesn’t harass you anymore.”

“Ok you can walk me home, but hands to yourself,” you said in a chuckle joking with him.

“Yes ma’am.”

Jared walked you home that night and every day after that in high school. You guys talked and quickly learned you had a lot in common. You became the bestest of friends and have been such for the last 15 years.

This was how he was able to talk you down after you built yourself up. He knew you inside and out like you knew him. He was the big brother you never had and that’s why he was the first person you ran to with this.

However, even though he calmed you down, that didn’t change the uneasiness you felt about the whole situation so you made a decision you weren’t proud of.

You sat in the office where the walls were all white. Most the women there looked to be closer to teenagers or strung out on something. Regardless, they all shared the same look you currently did, regret and sorrow. You guessed that’s why the walls were mostly bare aside from a few motivational posters.

You placed your hand on your stomach over your now nine-week old fetus and started thinking to yourself. This was against everything you believed. Sure, you respected women’s rights to choose for their bodies but you personally never saw yourself sitting in an abortion clinic. You always said the only way you would is if the pregnancy was a product of rape and what you and Jensen did was completely consensual.

That’s when your mind flew to Jensen. This was his child. You could almost see this baby having his emerald green eyes. Then you think about how Jensen would feel if he found out about this. After all, it was his child too and if you were being honest you wanted this baby. You just didn’t think you could do it on your own. But, what if Jared was right? Jensen would never let that happen and that would make this a big mistake.

At that point, you grabbed your phone and dialed the number of the person who has been there with you through everything sine you were teenagers.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” Jared answered in a chipper mood.

The tears started to fall down your cheeks and you choked back a sob as you spoke, “Jared, I need you to come get me I��m about to make a horrible decision.”

“Where are you?”

“Planned Parenthood. Please Jared I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Ok, Y/N/N, take a deep breath and calm down for me. I’m on my way. Don’t make any decisions or go anywhere until I get there, got it?”

“Yeah.”

Jared was there in 15 minutes and he came straight to you and gave you the biggest hug he could muster.

“I-I thought that if I got rid of it, it wouldn’t be a problem anymore but then I started thinking and I can’t do that. This is my baby. This is Jensen’s baby and whether he wants it or not, I want it. I just don’t know how I’m going to do it alone.”

“One, I’m glad you called me. Two, you’d never be alone and you know that. And three, Jensen will want it. Y/N you need to tell him. He deserves to know.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll call him when I get home. Can you give me a ride please? I don’t think I can drive myself without wrecking right now.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

Once you got home, before you could talk yourself out of it you pulled out your phone and called Jensen. You told him you needed to talk to him about something and that he should come over to which he obliged.

Your doorbell rang and the nerves really began to settle in making you want to run and hide under your covers and never come out. You approached the door and let Jensen in motioning to your couch.

“Wanna beer?” you offered.

“Sure, so what did you want to talk about?” he answered.

You grabbed the beer, opened it, and handed it to him.

“You’re not gonna have one?”

“No. That’s kind of what I have to talk to you about. You remember that one night like two months when we went back to your place after the bar?”

“Yeah, how could I forget that,” he said with a grin on his face.

“Well, some of the specifics are a bit hazy for me still, but I remember everything we did.”

“So, do I…. where exactly is this conversation going Y/N?”

“I vaguely remember not using a condom,” you said as the nerves started to build up again.

“Yeah, you said you were on the pill. Don’t tell me you have an STD?”

“No. Nothing like that, but I was on the pill, except that morning I had forgotten to take it.”

“Ok, what does that mean?”

“Well, that brings us back to why I’m not enjoying a nice ice-cold beer with you right now. Jensen, I’m … I’m pregnant and before you ask you are the father. I haven’t been with anyone since you. And I know you said that after having JJ and your divorce you didn’t want any more kids, that’s ok. I-I can do this by myself. I just thought I’d let you know. I know none of it was planned, but this is my child and I want to keep- “

“Y/N! Stop rambling. Can I say something?” You just nodded. “This is unexpected yes, but it’s also wonderful.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I know I said what I said, but hey sometimes life throws you curve balls.”

“So, you’re not mad and want to be a part of this?”

“Mad? Hell no. I’m fucking excited as hell and your damn right I want to be a part of this. This is our baby and I want to be involved with as much as you’ll let me.”

You didn’t know what came over you, maybe pregnancy hormones, but you lunged yourself into Jensen’s arms and kissed him with every fiber in your being before you quickly pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Don’t be. That actually leads me to my next question. I was wondering if maybe, if you wanted, to make things easier, if you wanted to move in with me,” he said in a shaky voice with his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean I know we aren’t exactly together at the moment, but from experience I know this all happens quicker than you think and I think it would be easier. Also, when not filming, I could be right there for support, to drive you to doctor’s appointments, and get you whatever you need. I mean it’s not like we are strangers. We’ve known each other for years, so it shouldn’t really be that awkward. I know it’s not ideal bu- “

“Now you need to stop rambling and let me speak,” you said with a giggle as you placed your hands on his cheeks. Jensen just nodded his head. “I would love too, but you need to ask a very special little girl first. I’m not taking a step into that house until JJ gives the all clear.”

Jensen looked at you with the biggest smile. The fact that you were concerned for what JJ would think just tickled him pink. “Got it. I’ll ask her in the morning when I pick her up from her mom’s. And just as a side note you are going to make a terrific mom.”

“Yeah, well you are already a terrific dad so I know you’ll be just as wonderful with this one.”

You hugged and settled into you couch deciding on just relaxing and watching movies for the rest of the day.

One week later

Headline: Jared Padalecki and best friend Y/N L/N having an affair??!?!?!?

You looked at the magazine in shock. Apparently, some dickhead paparazzi guy got a picture of you and Jared leaving the abortion clinic last week and they were already spinning the story. Instead of Jared being the supportive best friend helping you with your fuck up, he was now the cheater having an affair with you, the homewrecker, and their explanation for the abortion clinic was that you were aborting y’all’s love child.

You began to freak out and called out to Jensen who was in the spare room cleaning it out to become the new nursery. You had moved in with Jensen right after JJ had practically tackled you saying yes and that she couldn’t wait to meet her new sibling. You and Jensen had also made the decision to give the couple thing a shot considering the whole situation.

“Y/N, what is it?” he said.

“The fucking tabloids trying to mess with people’s lives, again. Jeez these scumbags really need to get a life.”

“Who am I supposedly fucking now?” he rolled his eyes as he asked.

“It’s not about who you’re fucking, it’s about who I’m fucking.”

His interest was now piqued as he walked over to see the magazine in your hands.

“Jared?!!??!?!?!?! Really?!?!?! They do know he’s happily married, right?”

“Yeah, according to them I’m the homewrecking whore and he’s the cheating asshole and that in this picture I was aborting our love child.”

“Wow, that’s low even for them. But how did they get abortion from this?”

“Uhhh…. because that’s Planned Parenthood in the background and Jared was coming to pick me up,” you said nervously realizing you never told Jensen what happened earlier in the day that you told him you were pregnant.

“Y/N, were you really that scared I wouldn’t help out?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I mean I guess. You always said you didn’t want any more kids and we weren’t a couple. It was a drunken one-night stand. But it wasn’t just that. I didn’t think I was ready until I was sitting there by myself holding my stomach thinking about our child having your green eyes and how wonderful you would be with them. How you would feel if I went through with that decision. Then I realized how I would feel and realized I wanted to keep this baby no matter what. So, I did what I’ve done for the last 15 years when I’m in a crisis- “

“You called your best friend,” Jensen finished your sentence.

“Yeah. He was the one who pulled my head out of my ass and told me to tell you before I did something I regretted, so that’s when I called you.”

“Wait, so the day you told me, you had gone through all that?” You nodded. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I guess I thought you would be mad that I almost made such a huge decision without you.”

“Well, if you would have gone through with it, I would have been upset but would have respected your decision. I would have never been mad at you regardless.” Jensen brought you in for a kiss when you suddenly remembered you had some explaining to do to a certain female Padalecki.

“Shit, I need to call Gen and explain everything.”

“Yeah, but first we need to make a decision. I know we agreed to keep our relationship under wraps as best we could till we figured everything out but in light of recent douchebaggery I think it’s time we tell the public. What do you think?”

You released a sigh and spoke. “Yeah, I guess our little bubble was nice while it lasted. But, we need to fix this before it gets worse. I really don’t want to hear about it for the next six months.

“I agree,” Jensen replied.

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changseobbing-blog · 7 years ago

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0 Mile : Chapter 2

NCT Fanfic: Bartender AU

Fluff

Main Pairing: Female Reader x Johnny Seo

(A/N: the above gif has no relation to the story other than I find him rude as heck when he runs his fingers through his hair and I cry)

You fiddle with the ring on your middle finger - a nervous habit.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, you notice it’s only 9:45 am. You had arrived early to make sure you didn’t get lost and to try to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

You cup your hands around the steaming mug of fresh coffee that the friendly waitress poured you as soon as you sat down. She also threw you a wink when you told her you were waiting on a friend before you put in your order - were you that obvious?

You sigh to no one in particular and pick up your phone to scroll through your social media news feeds in an attempt to pass the time.

A notification pops up saying your friend from home has sent you a ChatSnap, you open it and giggle to yourself.

It looks like she’s in a bed that doesn’t belong to her, mascara slightly smudged and the caption.

‘This is why you’re not allowed to move away!!!!’

You giggle harder at the accusation that this is your fault and sit up straight to snap your response, you pull a funny face and press capture.

“That was cute, hope you haven’t been waiting long”

You jump in surprise at the deep chuckling voice and look up.

He plops down in the seat opposite you, rolling up the sleeves of his oversized grey sweater and grabbing a menu.

“I am starving! Have you had a chance to look through the menu yet?”

You realise he’s spoken to you twice now and you’ve been a mute, scolding yourself internally you snap yourself out of the haze and stutter out a response.

“Uh-I didn’t want to be late finding the place but I’ve not looked yet, I was waiting for you”

He scoots his chair around until he’s next to you, grinning excitedly. He starts pointing to things on the menu and making suggestions of things to try but all you can focus on is your heart racing at the proximity.

He smells like fabric softener, sandalwood and something musky that you can’t quite figure out. It’s intoxicating and you feel acutely aware of how his shoulder presses up against yours.

Your body tingles in response and you fold your arms to subtly rub your palms into your cardigan sleeves to rid them of the clamminess, you glance up and notice the waitress’s gaze is back on you and she sends you another wink.

Feeling your face heat up you turn your focus back to Johnny, praying your makeup keeps your face from giving you away in this moment.

“…is also pretty good too, but I think my favourite thing on the menu is the classic pancakes with chocolate chips”.

He looks up at you and you nod enthusiastically and smile, you don’t have a clue what he’s been saying the last few minutes but he doesn’t notice and indicates to the waitress that you’re ready to order.

“Hello handsome, it’s been awhile since you came here for breakfast! How’s the bar doing and…”

She pauses to glance at you and her mouth curves into a smirk.

“Is this angel your girlfriend!? How could you hide her from me Johnny, I thought we were like family!” She pouts and crosses her arms over her chest.

You choke, mid sip of your coffee.

Johnny panics and starts patting your back, trying to help but it’s just making you feel more flustered.

He’s hesitant in his actions, unsure of how much pressure to use but you eventually manage to catch your breath, but his hand doesn’t leave your back; keeping a gentle pressure just below your shoulder blades.

Turning his attention back to the waitress he laughs nervously “This is Y/N, she just moved here Molly and I’m showing her where to get the best pancakes in the city”.

He looks sheepishly at you like he’s trying to apologise for the misunderstanding, but why do you feel disappointed and why is he still resting his hand on your back?

“Ah” she breathes quietly “So, did you move with your boyfriend Y/N?”

You’re taken aback at how forward this woman is being but you also notice Johnny is staring at you curiously so you reply.

“I moved here for a new job, alone” trying not to overemphasise the last part.

Johnny nods thoughtfully and Molly claps her hands excitedly.

“Then congratulations and welcome to the neighbourhood Y/N. I’m sure you will settle in marvellously, especially with our Johnny looking out for you. Now, what do you kids want to eat?”

15 minutes, 2 orders of chocolate chip pancakes and Johnny apologising profusely for Molly’s interrogation later, you are presented with what looks like the most mouth watering pancakes you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my god” you exhale in wonder “This actually looks like art, I don’t think I can eat something so beautiful” you whine out.

Johnny chuckles at you amusedly “If you don’t eat the pancakes I’m sure Gus the cook will be very upset”

“Are you scolding me, Johnny Seo?”

You exaggerate a mock outrage and at your words, he points over to the kitchen service window, where Molly is stood chatting to a small older gentleman.

He nods at Johnny in acknowledgement with a toothy smile and you can feel the Cook’s glowing adoration for the man sitting next to you.

You could feel something in the bar last night as he chatted and joked with his customers. It was respect and appreciation, and it created the relaxed atmosphere at ‘0 Mile’ that made you feel comfortable and welcome.

You also realise he is the centre of it and you deflate slightly as feelings of inadequacy start to bubble up.

His gaze is back on you and you return it, raising an eyebrow in question.

He shifts in his seat slightly and your breath hitches as you follow his gaze from your eyes down to your lips, he reaches towards your face and you fight the urge to close your eyes.

It all happens too quick for you to process and he swipes his finger lightly across your cheek.

He holds his finger out to you and whispers.

“Make a wish”

His fringe is falling softly around his heart shape face and your fingers twitch in an urge to reach out and run your fingers through his hair. Your cheek is still tingling from his touch and you look down to the stray eyelash on his large fingertip and then back to his warm gaze.

He notices your hesitation and his face drops.

“Oh my god, was that super weird of me? I’m so sorry - I just saw the eyelash on your cheek and it’s something I do with my friends”

He rests his face in his palm getting more and more flustered as he babbles.

“You must think I’m so strange, should I just see myself out?”

You note how cute he looks when he’s flustered and you shake your head.

“And upset Gus? I don’t think so”

You use his words against him, picking up your fork and gesturing to the pancakes

“Shall we?”

You cut a chunk of pancake, deciding to taste it in its original state before you drown it in maple syrup.

Taking your first bite you feel overcome with emotion as your taste buds practically sing, you must be pulling a face because Johnny is looking at you bemusedly. You swallow quickly and say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Do you think I could marry a pancake?”

He snorts and shoves a forkful into his own mouth, chewing and grinning.

An hour passes quickly and your plates are clear, sides aching from laughing at the stories Johnny shares about his friends.

You almost fall off your chair in stitches as Johnny retells the time Taeyong accidentally became the ‘mother’ figure to a group of ducklings.

The image alone of the intense looking guy being followed around by tiny fluffy chicks had you close to cracking up again.

You don’t even feel like you can move, your body trying to digest the mountain of pancakes consumed but you force yourself up, insisting you must personally thank Gus for blessing the world with his cooking.

You move to the counter where Molly is stood shuffling through some papers. Not wanting to interrupt you wait for her to finish, she looks up and jolts suddenly.

“Bloody hell, you scared me!” she gasps hand on chest.

You fiddle with the sleeves of your cardigan and apologise profusely.

“I wanted to thank Gus for the pancakes, I didn’t mean to startle you”

Molly breaks out into a huge smile and rounds the counter to pull you into a hug. Now you’re the startled one.

She whispers in your ear.

“I have a good feeling about you lovely, we need a morning star to brighten this neighbourhood”

In your peripheral, you are sure you see her mouth something over your shoulder but you can’t make it out.

You turn your head to look back at Johnny but Molly slings her arm around your shoulder and pulls you to the back to see to Gus, who you learn is Molly’s sweet doting husband.

You spend about 5 minutes gushing about how he has a gift making him flush in embarrassment, his wife beaming proudly next to him, nodding in agreement as you compliment him.

You return to the dining area with Molly to settle the bill.

As you hand over your money you feel Johnny peering over your shoulder and he mutters in your ear.

“Come on, let’s at least split the bill”

You ignore him, refusing the change and shoving some extra bills in the tip jar, causing him to huff loudly and exclaim that you are making him look bad.

‘It’s too late, money has been exchanged" you shrug.

Trying to hide your amusement at his protest, you say farewell to Molly and Gus as you exit the diner, Johnny at your side.

He’s taller than you remember, your head barely reaching his shoulder. From this angle, you can really see the sharpness of his jaw in contrast to his other soft facial features.

Usually, a guy his height resembles a beanpole but he looks sturdy. You already noticed the muscular definition of his forearms in the diner but now you can’t help but wonder what else is under that baggy jumper.

You are mostly relying on Johnny to lead you back in the right direction and your eyes search for something familiar about the street you’re on. Hopefully, you can find your way back to the diner.

You’ve fallen into a comfortable silence and you feel his fingers gently brush against your wrist.

It was just an accident, right?

Keeping your eyes straight ahead you assume it’s unintentional.

He called you a friend in the diner so he couldn’t possibly be interested in you.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

His voice sounds far away and you realise he’s stopped walking.

He has his hands stuffed in his pockets, scuffing his heel on the pavement absent mindedly.

“I’m having fun and I don’t want this to end yet…”

You smile and nod at his words in agreement…the butterflies returning.

A/N: And that’s part 2! Sorry not sorry for the abrupt ending and I promise the next part won’t take me over 3 weeks to post…oops?

A big thank you to anyone following this series, feedback is always appreciated so let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged in the upcoming chapters just drop me an ask or message :)

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notafeeling · 7 years ago

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‘Accepting Anxiety, Part 1/2: Excepting Anxiety’ Video Analysis

((Video analysis/take aways from @thatsthat24 ‘s video, “Accepting Anxiety, Part ½: Excepting Anxiety”. Time has the links to that part in the video.))

- Upon Seeing: Immediately there’s so much going on. I only read the first half of the title when I first clicked on it, so I knew that A) this was going to feature Anxiety; and B) that there were two parts. I was happy with this. Until I noticed the thumbnail. “NO MORE ANXIETY” freaks me out a little, then I remember that it’s two parts and I finally read the rest of the title. I am calmed minutely.

- 0:00 Thomas opens the video by appearing disorganised, looking messy and stuttering. At first I thought that it was a joke, but then I watched the rest. He also points out his own video structure (which he does many times throughout).

- 0:21 He mentions that he isn’t ~concerned~ about consistency (which bugs me, but whatever) and it is especially apparent that something is wrong. This hints at how badly (or, more accurately, how much) he is affected by the supposedly missing Anxiety.

- 0:38 Thomas associates Logan with him making a mistake. He blatantly points it out, acting blasé.

- 0:50 Logan is clearly weirded out by this new Thomas. He’s also a little stuttering – not as much as Thomas, but he isn’t as together as usual. This could be because Logic is confused by Thomas’ nature as well as Anxiety’s absence taking its toll on him too (even if he is unaware of it happening). I don’t mean emotional-toll here, more so subtle changes in how they all act without anxiety (the emotion/disorder and character), if that makes sense.

- 1:06 Thomas quite clearly has no filter. His sentences and word choice are uncharacteristically basic. He tells Logan that he messed up but also somewhat encourages him. However, the academic side of me hates when people tell me that even though I messed up, at least I tried, or that trying is what counts. I feel like it would go for Logan as well, though I have no proof as of yet other than his pout and his dejected “thanks”. “That was bad, but like, you’re a really good tryer Logan. You’re really good.”

- 1:18 / 1:33 / 1:50 Thomas explains Logan’s job/character/purpose in a way that’s very uncommon to see when it isn’t solely meta-text. He also calls Roman and Patton what they embody, and establishes that he only did that because it was the easiest way to show newcomers what they do/are. This lack of care grates on Logan’s nerves (and mine, a person who values subtly and consistency). “… You usually provide, you know, the explanatory exposition in my videos …” / “That was just the easiest way to, you know, quickly establish what you guys represent in case there are any new viewers watching.” / “He is my logical side! He’s my logical side…”

- 1:55 “… but that is precisely why I wanted you two here” followed by Patton trying to correct Logan by saying, “You mean us three?” and then Morality being immediately shut down by Logic in a patronising tone.

- 2:03 The last point leads to this one because Patton flaunts Logan’s mistakes as a way of getting back at him. That is completely unlike him! Plus the way he says it, in a kind of muttering-to-those-nearby, snide way, you know? Patton makes a joke out of one of Logan’s mistakes, leading to Logic getting wound up. It’s important to note that Morality doesn’t apologise or even look remotely sorry. “He’s made mistakes before.” “An uncommon occurrence!” “Well then you might say the amount of mistakes you’ve made is… infinitesimal.” “YOU MAKE ONE MISTAKE AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!”

- 2:10 Building off of that previous line and the fact that Logan makes it clear he hates having his mistakes pointed out/him being wrong and my own knowledge that often really ‘intelligent’ people stress out over little mistakes as they believe that they’re not worthy of such high praise, I think that Logan is like me again here. He won’t allow himself to make mistakes because of how the others might tease him later, etc.

- 2:26 Logan once again is visibly distressed/frustrated with Thomas. More important, Thomas makes a slightly NSFW joke. “… highly unproductive.” “You mean I can’t make babies?”

- 2:34 Logic is struggling to get his thoughts in order and stutters over his words more noticeably now. He can’t seem to get what he wants to say out in his usual rational manner, so he switches to a movie reference. The referencing is out of character for him but it could be his way of trying to communicate how he feels to the others. (For those who don’t know, the ‘flames on the side of my face’ comes from the movie Clue.)

- 2:43 It seems as if Patton is asking about Logan’s state of mind until Prince follows it up with Thomas-related stuff. Morality also addresses Thomas after this, so it can be assumed he was talking to Thomas. He could still be a little upset over being talked over again earlier and is taking it out in a petty-ish manner by ignoring him.

- 2:51 Thomas once again outright explains what Patton often does and almost goes into the NSFW side of things. “Oh yeah, you always say that instead of ‘becoming an adult’ or ‘adulthood’. As if you didn’t know the troubling definition of the word you’re using, which actually means, you know, when a-“

- 3:03 Roman cuts him off and Patton pulls an adorable, confused, scooby-doo-like face. I love Morality.

- 3:13 “Now, don’t you go shortening the word family by cutting out my three favourite letters: I, L, Y.” I love Patton.

- 3:29 He seems to be the only one who realises that Anxiety’s disappearance could be related to how Thomas is acting. This has also been mentioned many times before but Patton’s word choice is odd. It kind of insinuates that he knows more than he lets on/he’s frustrated/he’s… subtly insulting Logan and Roman again. “Boy, you both always act like you know all the answers so it’s surprising that you keep overlooking something so simple.”

- 3:37 He has to point out that Anxiety is missing and is the only one to do so. (Picture me clutching my heart here.) Then Logan briefly appears to consider this, and asks a confirmation question that doubles as a dig on Anxiety’s supposed uselessness. (Picture me and everyone else sobbing.) Roman jumps in to reassure Logan that the missing side is entirely unneeded and reiterates the fact that he doesn’t like him. (Picture me setting fire to my url.) “Where is Anxiety?” “Hm. Do you honestly think it’s necessary to have him here?” “To offer his mopey-dopey input? I- I don’t like him.”

- 4:09 Logan either misunderstands the joke or the fact that it even is a joke. “He’s definitely inviting some ants over.” “Just aunts, no uncles?”

- 4:19 Thomas takes off his hoodie and sweet love of death please take me now. (Roman clearly agrees with me that that hair is a nightmare. Still somehow cute though?? Sanders, why are you like this?)

- 4:44 Roman finally wants Anxiety there but mostly because the hair thing disgusts him. Mentioned in a previous analysis of mine and others, Roman is the one who hates mess the most.

- 4:56-5:23 They all try to summon Anxiety. Logan takes a neutral approach, Roman gets offended when he doesn’t bow down to his will and most importantly (because I love Patton, if I haven’t made it clear enough yet) Morality tells them to be nicer and compliments Anxiety as his way of trying to coax him out. And unlike someone, these compliments are genuine. Patton loves everyone and that just mended my heart a little. Then he says “Well, love has failed me,” and I can feel it break a little more. Thomas says what he thinks again and almost reveals personal information.

- 5:28 The others realise that the lack of Anxiety is causing this conundrum. Finally.

- 5:40 Roman brushes off their concern by saying the lack of fear (and therefore lack of Anxiety) is a good thing. (Picture me immediately starting to write a fluffy Anx-centred fic because how dare.) “Shouldn’t a lack of fear be a good thing?”

- 5:44-6:19 Patton is shocked by this. (Good.) He’s the first to jump to Anxiety’s defence and includes him. I just… really love Patton. Roman shoves that aside and lists reasons why Anxiety is unnecessary and should be excluded. The next line is interesting because he mentions them getting along without him originally, and that is true. In the first few videos, Logan was excited to see Roman but now they fight/insult each other constantly. Same goes for the Logan and Patton, though it’s mostly Logan doing the insulting this time. There could be underlying jealousy, especially since now Patton and Anxiety seem closer and Logan and Anxiety formed somewhat of an alliance in My Negative Thinking. Logan defends Anxiety now too in his roundabout way, but Prince still denies this. “Even still, I just don’t see why he’s necessary! If Anxiety is gone, what do we have to lose?”

- 6:28 Thomas is without his natural reflexes and throws caution to the wind.

- 6:36-6:59 Logan tests Thomas slightly then lists the negative side effects of having absolutely no anxiety. He meets Roman’s protests with logic and good rebuttal arguments. It seems he’s officially on the “Anxiety is important after all” side… Two-thirds of the way in.

- 7:18 Roman gets called out by Thomas. Cue flashbacks of some of the times when Prince mentions not liking Anxiety. (Good.) “Princey’s never liked Anxiety, that’s his problem!”

- 7:36 Logan talks about how he and Patton have reconciled slightly with Anxiety in the past, but Roman refuses to. Roman says that it’s because Anxiety has always held him back, and from the Am I Original video we know that he hates that.

- 7:51 Thomas takes his pants off with no concern. Logan now is determined to find Anxiety.

- 7:58 Patton uses his ‘dad voice’ and demands that Thomas puts them on. He actually listens. The one other time we hear Morality’s authoritative tone (that I can remember) is in the Valentine’s video, directed at Prince. He might’ve also used it in Way Too Adult. “You put them back. Right now.”

- 8:03 The separate room theory is confirmed!

- 8:31 Roman is reluctant to go and hasn’t been there before. “So we’re all going to Anxiety’s room? Who knows what that tragic kingdom looks like.”

- 8:35 Patton reveals that to get to another’s room, they need to be transported by Thomas. This could be for whenever or the specific cases when they’re uninvited to the room in particular, or as I thought, when multiple sides are going all at once from reality.

- 9:07 They pop in Anxiety’s room. You can immediately see that it’s a lot darker. There have been many posts about this already, so I’ll only mention the obvious stuff. There’s a clock spinning out of control, which could represent the anxiety over running out of control, and there’s cobwebs on the couch. It seems like he doesn’t use the couch that often then. Oh, and there’s a red glow in the background. The room is rearranged differently, with many different props and details added around.

- 9:11 You can hear Logan’s voice but you don’t see him at all. Is he unable to have a physical manifestation in Anxiety’s room? Personally, I think that Thomas just didn’t have the rest of the new background set up because it’s unlikely that we’ll go the whole next part without seeing them.

- 9:18 TO BE CONTINUED?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU DIDN’T EVEN DO THE OUTRO AND JUST… WHY?! WHY?!

- 9:20-9:38 The sides comment on the cliffhanger and reveal that the next part should be within a couple of days. This is followed by a dig on Thomas’ uploading habits, which made me laugh.

Things I want to see from the next video include moxiety, a proper explanation behind Roman’s dislike of Anxiety, Roman apologising to Anxiety, Roman making it up to Anxiety, Roman being nice to Anxiety, Roman making sure his insults don’t hurt Anxiety, Roman just not being an insensitive idiot towards Anxiety, uh, I’m excited to see the rest of the room. And for Anxiety’s name.

If there are any points you would like to discuss with me or for me to explain myself further, just send an ask!

Last Analysis: “Becoming a Cartoon”

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #accepting anxiety part one #video analysis #mine #virgil sanders #logan sanders #thomas #prince #patton sanders #my posts

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cotton-candy-cone-head · 8 years ago

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My thoughts on Legion so far

First off, sorry for the extra long post! I was rewatching episodes 1 and 2 while writing so I got a lot of ideas! I’ll rewatch 3, 4 and 5 some other day, maybe I’ll write more on them here, who knows.

Syd is really really pretty and I want to copy her hairstyles. She is a manic pixie dream girl though...

They didn’t pay much attention to diversity when casting...

I think Syd and David have 0% chemistry, it drives me crazy! I mean, when they talk about their relationship I just don’t believe it!

In other aspects the show is so great I’ll happily ignore all this though.

About this episode (5)

I think David threw everyone in the astral dimension, I can’t think of another option really.

I’m a little confused on weather yellow eyes is another persona of David’s, or a separate entity... More on this under the cut.

I don’t think David can be controlled! I think Melanie and the others are stupid to think he’s going to help them fight any war of theirs. In my opinion David is always going to do what’s best for him. He isn’t driven by any moral conduct, I mean, as soon as he found his sister the other personas took over and wanted answers. He didn’t care for bonding with his sister or anything...

I think it’s interesting we didn’t see a scene of David reuniting with his sister. It’s probably something they’re going to use later on?

What was wrong with the doctor? I didn’t catch that...

What the hell is the symbolism with dogs on the show? Ep1 there was the scary german shepherd, ep2 a stray dog was barking at David while Lenny was trying to sell the stove, then there’s David’s (imaginary) dog...

My color theory

Remember guys this is just my theory ^^ I’m not trying to step on anyone’s toes here.

I think it’s fairly obvious that primary red and primary blue represent David’s other personas (the dog, Lenny, the angriest boy in the world). These colors are seen also when he uses his powers, although no other persona seems to be present, so the one in control of the powers is not “David”?

And the white room is the portion if his powers he can control? I think white represents control in the show, since Melanie mostly wears white. I don’t think she’s going to wear that for long, though.

So I think things happening “for real” are in muted colors (green, turquoise, orange, yellow, grey, pink, brown etc). I think they use this for contrast as well as emphasis. You can find little clues about the plot if you look at the colors things are.

Examples under the cut :)

For example: in ep1 the hospital is mostly green, the patients are all wearing orange, except Lenny who is wearing primary read. This would be a clue that Lenny was never real, she was never in the hospital. (Of course the fact she’s sometimes wearing an orange jacket over the red top adds complexity. My guess is some aspects of her are/were real.)

When David is in his sister’s basement the whole space is in ochres, oranges, greens - no blue or red except the blue lamp with the stars. When he puts the lamp on, Lenny appears. When he breaks it, she disappears.

Yellow eyes isn’t shown in primary red or blue light so that would make him a real, separate entity from David.

In flashbacks of David’s childhood he is sometimes wearing red and blue but he’s in an environment that is in muted colors. I think this would mean that all of the things in his memories really happened, but he wasn’t there. So the memories are somebody else’s? (His sister’s?) In some memories he’s wearing muted colors like everyone else, so I guess there’s true ones in the mix.

What bothers me is that Ptonomy sometimes wears red... I can’t see how it fits into everything else. There’s also some other random things that are red. Like the chairs in the doctor’s office.

#legion #legion fx #legion spoilers #spoilers #david haller #sydney barrett #syd barrett #dan stevens #rachel keller #x-men #marvel #analysis #analyzing #text post #theory

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mysteriouslyzealouspandalov-blog · 6 years ago

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50 Singles Reveal The Red Flag They Shouldnt Have Ignored At The Start Of Their Relationship

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50 Singles Reveal The Red Flag They Shouldnt Have Ignored At The Start Of Their Relationship

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If your person displays any of these red flags mentioned on Ask Reddit, RUN.

1. “I’ve cheated on everyone I’ve ever been with. But I won’t cheat on you, you’re different.”

SURPRISE! She cheated on me.

2. Started with him not liking one of my friends. Then it moved to hating all my friends. Then it moved to hating my brother and parents. Then it went even further and transformed into wanting to get me away from them as soon as he could. He even told me once or twice that he’d kidnap me if he had to.

3. He was very proud about how good he was at manipulating people and causing them problems – up to and including costing one person her job. Justified in that he only did it to bad people who deserved it.

The problem was, it was people he determined to be deserving.

4. She was always angry about something. I loved being the person to hear her out and take her side, but soon enough, I was always the person that made her angry.

5. I had to always ask for sex, I chalked it up to him being shy… he was gay.

6. Every ex he had was described as “crazy”. I thought maybe he just had bad taste in women. 2 years later, I found out he was pilfering money from my bank account to do drugs. When I confronted him about it he broke my ribs and then played the victim while stalking me for 3 months.

7. We had a summer job painting and repairing dorm rooms. While we worked, one of us would start singing a song. If he picked the song, we would sing it together. If I picked the song, he would sing a different one on top of me until I switched to his song. This was a perfect metaphor for our entire relationship.

8. Instant gratification that was never enough;

A whole relationship of, “I need this, I REALLY need this” and as soon as she had it (I bought it); she discarded it and moved on to something else shiny she REALLY needed.

9. Unreliability, always had an excuse for everything, and never liked being held accountable.

I tried being understanding and forgiving, thinking I was taking the high road. It increasingly frustrated me until I stopped believing her when she gave her word. It was downhill from there.

Trust is a core pillar of any relationship, and if I could go back in time, I would simply tell myself to never compromise on that belief.

10. He would go on these weird rants about how controlling and unreasonable my parents were for giving me a curfew, wanting to meet him, making sure I had food and money. You know, being parents ’cause I was 17 at the time and still in school.

Guess who turned out to be completely controlling and unreasonable?

11. The swarms of people warning me about the person and how terrible they are.

12. He went into a blind range and threw me against the wall, he bawled, and apologized, over and over, told me how sorry he was. I should have known that wasn’t going to be the only time that happened. I should have left.

13. She had a boyfriend when we started dating, was not aware of this fact, but when I found out i told her to choose him or me. She broke up with him and started dating me. I learned pretty quickly that if a girl cheats with you, she will cheat on you.

14. What I thought was low emotional intelligence and lack of introspection turned out to be a complete lack of empathy and full-fledged covert narcissism.

Came to a head when I found out he’d been having sexually explicit conversations online with women, he said it was no big deal, didn’t have anything to apologize for because “why would anyone get upset about that,” and was utterly incapable of recognizing that what he thinks and feels may, perhaps, be different than what I think and feel.

15. Just that we wanted different things in life. She wanted to move to NYC and I wanted to stay in our sleepy college town near the mountains and the ocean. I think we both thought the other would change their mind, but it didn’t happen.

16. Him and I didn’t have toO many plans. Just I would go hang out with him for the day. It was normal. He got a call from one of his boys to go play some basketball. Which is fine imo, we didn’t have to much going on that day and I didn’t want to yoko.

I was his only ride there and back. I’m okay with this. I told him I would sunbathe and read a book while they played. He can have his boy time. (He knows I love my books.)

I got totally engrossed with the book while they were playing. It had only been an hour and he comes up to me and says I need to take him home.

Okay, no problem. I noticed he was upset but thought it was something do to friends. I was surprised that he left so soon.

Nope, seeing me on the grass and enjoying it made him jealous. The book was more important than him. I was so confused. I mean you can have your girl time and your boy time but when both of them kinda collide, would this be the best scenario?

17. I mean, sure, she has a boyfriend and probably shouldn’t be flirting with me so hard, but you know, that dude treats her like shit and doesn’t realize how lucky he is to have her.

I bet you can’t guess how that relationship ended four years later.

18. She told me in passing that she accidentally burned half of her ex’s kitchen while she was cooking. Didn’t think anything of it until I came home to half of my wardrobe on fire in the back yard. Looking back, I probably should have seen that coming.

19. I guess I must have really took to heart the moral of every fairy tale about how ultimately the best people are being poor and humble, so when I was a teenager and very young adult I just didn’t care if a guy was “between jobs” or had no career goals or whatever.

Guess what, ladies, that’s how you wind up dating guys who you wind up supporting while they sit on the couch and make messes they expect you to clean up.

20. He hated when I wore low-cut shirts because that meant people saw some cleavage. He literally took me to the mall to buy me a belt because he was scared my pants would fall down and people might see something. He got pissed the first time he saw me wear a skirt and tried to make me feel bad for choosing it, because he didn’t think I’d be careful enough to keep my legs closed and people might see up my skirt. I should have fucking ran way earlier than I did. Controlling behavior doesn’t stop over time, it just gets worse.

21. She had anger issues. Oh my word.

Don’t ignore that red flag, unless you want to live with someone who gets annoyed by the sound of an ambulance passing by while you are talking to them on the phone.

22. Dated a guy for about a month when he finally invited me over his place. When I showed up I noticed kids toys and he mentioned he was letting his brother and his wife and their kid stay with him. Nope. It was his brothers house and he was crashing in the spare bedroom. The Audi? Also his brothers. Designer clothes, you guess it…not his! The thing is I’m not even shallow. I wouldn’t have cared if he stayed at his bros, took the subway to work, and wore plain clothing. But why lie?

23. Treated waitresses like trash.

Made outrageous demands of my friends, treated them like servants.

Smoked pot daily, and always tried to hide it.

24. That little details in stories didn’t always add up. Any single one could be easily dismissed or laughed off. But they kept coming, and kept getting harder to ignore.

Turned out she was a compulsive liar. I hope she’s better now. I’m pretty sure the cause of this was being molested by her father (something I later surmised by adding up a bunch of clues) and desperately needing to fabricate her own reality.

25. We had mismatched libidos from the start. I convinced myself things would get better when we were married; I chalked it up to Catholic guilt. He actually became completely disinterested in sex after we got married. He had brushed me off several times while we were dating. He even went so far as to throw me out of the bed once and tell me to “take care of it myself” on more than one occasion. The signs were all there. I just ignored it.

26. Guy used to try to get my attention with little puzzles. Don’t judge him, I was into it. Also this was years ago at school and we didn’t have all you kids’ fancy shit.

So he sent over a hangman.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

It took me a while to get it for some reason despite all the vowels. The word was ‘Oedipus’.

I was his girlfriend for 4 years. I don’t know how I ever managed to ignore all the weird shit with his mum. He warned me, kind of.

27. Her habitual abuse of my wallet. She’d come to me for little things at first like her rent being due and she need a tenner or twenty to make it through the week. Some small cash for groceries or bus fare to school or an appointment. This would go from once a month to in the end multiple times a week. She’d always tell some sob story till I gave in. Later found out she always had the money, in fact she had plenty in the bank, she just didn’t want to spend her cause she was saving up for a wild party vacation with her (as it turned out not so gay) male friend.

28. Everyone in her life/past was a terrible person and screwed her over somehow.

Yeeeah, turns out she was the problem.

29. My ex would get upset with me over any contact I had with other guys, every conversation I had I needed to tell him about so he could make sure I wasn’t flirting. It was very cleverly done because he was subtle at first (definitely got scary worse after a while) and anything that I pointed out he chalked up to PTSD and being cheated on in the past.

Also he frequently bragged about having no empathy. That in itself should’ve been my “get out quick” indicator, but I had low self esteem and stuck around.

30. He liked to drink. I mean cool I like to drink too, but whenever he drinks, he drinks a lot like he’s always drunk whenever we drink. I always ended up looking after him like I’m some kind of babysitter.

31. Little lies are really significant. If someone lies about things that are really unimportant, it’s a red flag. I had an ex lie to someone about a situation we were both in together. I didn’t say anything at the time, but I planned my exit at that moment.

32. Clinginess.

Dude got legit upset whenever I had to go to work or whenever I had a prior engagement with friends. I’m talking ‘acting like you’re actually trying to neglect me instead of taking care of actual needs’ levels of upset. Like, ‘gets moody and passive aggressive because you won’t be on the phone responding immediately all the time’.

Also he proposed to me within a few months of us even knowing each other.

We’re friends, now, but with a healthy level of distance.

33. My ex didn’t like my dog. And my dog didn’t like him. Looking back, that was the first red flag I dismissed.

34. My ex-slammed the door in the face of a delivery person because he was taking too long to double check the order. I was appalled of course but didn’t think it was a big enough deal to break up with him. What I should have learned was that if he treats one person that way, he’s liable to treat those closest to him that way as well.

35. Boyfriend literally made a joke about how much he drinks on our first date.

Two years later, we realize he’s a severe alcoholic.

36. My ex husband lied constantly and was so proud of himself for pulling it off. Late for work? Took pictures off the internet of a fender bender and claimed it was him. Didn’t want to hang out with a friend? Comes up with some insane story about a sudden death in the family to get out of it last minute. Could not believe it when I just straight up told people I didn’t want to do something instead of coming up with some story to cover. We were together for ten years and when he started lying to me I noticed pretty fast, but I always thought I should have seen the warning signs.

37. He bragged that he was going to be a great lawyer as he was good at manipulating people.

He gaslit me for well over a year whilst cheating on me. Jokes on him, he flunked law school in the end.

38. Always had to be right even when wrong. Correcting me on absolutely everything to the letter and being offended when I did the same. Thought it was just competitive spirit, realized it was toxic later.

39. He always expected me to take care of things. At first I didn’t mind paying for meals and driving him around occasionally, but it got old real fast when I was also paying for his phone and our apartment.

40. The drinking. I enjoy a drink or several regularly however my ex took drinking to a higher level than I knew possible. The Red Flag was coming home to find her drinking Vodka and grape jelly. She had run out of mixers.

41. His anger issues. It started out as just him holding grudges against past friends, to getting worked up over football games, but then slowly turned into him hating my friends and family, and eventually towards me. I’m honestly lucky I wised up and left when I did, I don’t think it would have been much longer before he got physically abusive.

42. Her buying me tons of stuff and paying for things, including renting me a car when I didn’t have one so I could drive to her place, was a huge red flag that she wanted to control me. But I liked all the free stuff and she gave good blowjobs so I went in even deeper with her. Turns out, yep, she wanted to control me. A few months in she started talking about wanting to “fix” me. The obsessive behavior and the lies, my god the lies (I’m pregnant, I have cancer, etc) just got bigger and bigger.

43. He showed me pictures of his ex fiancé naked in a tub and told me “well they ARE nice pictures, right?”

I just kinda nodded and looked away. I feel so stupid for not breaking up with him at that moment.

44. He would get mad if I hadn’t seen his favorite movies. Not just like “I can’t believe you haven’t seen movie!!!” Like genuinely upset and he’d make me promise I’d watch it as if it were a condition of our being together.

The same guy told me that I’d be exactly his type of I dyed my hair black. He told me that 3 months into already dating. I knew it wasn’t optional to comply.

45. He hated his parents. This red flag is actually more of a grey flag based on a person’s reasons for said hatred. In my case, my ex hated his parents for stifling him, even though he lived off of them and relied on them to cater to his every whim. I thought it was so inspirational that he wasn’t someone who could be controlled, but later it spiraled into him turning that anger towards me. It did not end well.

46. I wasn’t the type that she normally went for. She preferred tall, white, lanky guys with blond curly hair. I’m short-ish, mixed blood brown, more stocky than lanky, and have dark wavy hair.

She continued to fawn over these preferred guys even when we were together for years. Also, we had hobbies that didn’t really overlap. I supported her in her things but she seemed indifferent to my things.

Turns out that she never really wanted me for me. I was an convenient escape from her family life. When I gave her that escape in the form of moving with her 200 miles away from them she no longer needed me. She no longer needed what I represented because her family wasn’t there to give her hell every day anymore.

She pulled away slowly more and more while I was left trying to figure out what was wrong. By this point we were together for 7 years and in the middle of planning a wedding.

She started cheating on me with, who else, but a guy is fits her preferences exactly. Also this guy was 8 years older, unemployed, no degree, no job training, and MARRIED. She knew that he was married. He knew that she was engaged. They knowingly were cheating together.

She only fessed up after I caught them together.

Seven years of my life, stolen.

47. That she didn’t clean up after herself. I didn’t realize this would be a lifelong annoyance but my wife literally won’t clean. She is 100% content sitting on the couch watching her shows while I clean. She hasn’t washed a dish since 2011.

48. He worked as a dispatcher at a police station. Never saw a problem with breaking small laws like speeding because he “knew the officers”. Years later he is in federal prison because he “knew people” and didn’t think he’d get in trouble.

49. Almost all his exes apparently were crazy…

50. For the first 2 months we dated, any time I suggested going to his place instead of mine, there was always some reason why he couldn’t do it.

Eventually discovered that he was a hoarder.

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