#that the entire public image we had of them was wrong for so long

[awhitehead17]

Sit Tight

TimKon, Established Relationship, Humour, Fluff.

Summary: Tim has to deal with a restless Kon on a long haul flight.

Enjoy! :D

He hasn’t said anything, but the signs are obvious. From his peripheral Tim can see how the divider between their seats is constantly going up and down and how it has been doing so for the last ten minutes. If that wasn’t a clear sign then the huffing, puffing and over exaggerated sighing are the other signs.  

Letting out a breath Tim places down his tablet on the seat table in front of him, leans back and looks to his left. Kon is slumped over, using one arm to prop his head up as he vividly watches the divider attract and retract.  

“Kon.” 

Like a puppy, Kon perks up and beams happily once he realises he finally has Tim’s attention on him.  

“Hey Tim...” Kon drawls out, also leaning back against his chair and smiling innocently like he hadn't been trying to get Tim's attention for the last hour.  

Tim sighs shaking his head. “If you’re that bored, watch a film, or take a nap, or order a meal. I don't know Kon, I’m sure you can entertain yourself for the next eight hours or so.” 

He knows it’s a long flight; there’s no denying that. It’s not like it’s Tim’s first choice either, but it is what it is. Kon wanted to tag along and being stuck on a plane for nearly twelve hours is the consequence of tagging along and while Tim appreciates the company, it’s not his fault Kon didn't think it through.  

Groaning Kon throws his head back. “I'm bored though! Why do we have to do this! It would have been quicker for me to fly us instead.”  

Reaching over Tim takes Kon’s hand in his own, intertwining their fingers and squeezes. “I know, but there will be people at the airport expecting a Tim Drake-Wayne. I can’t get away with not showing up after all the arrangements have been made.”  

Kon gives him a pointed a look. “Exactly. You’re Tim Drake-Wayne, you could make it work!”  

Bringing their joined hands to his lips Tim kisses the back of Kon’s and drops them again. “Not this time.”  

Kon groans again and goes quiet. A moment passes and just as Tim thinks Kon’s moved on, his boyfriend squeezes his hand grabbing his attention again.  

“Hey.” With the way he says it both with a leer and a pause has Tim slightly worried for what’s about to come out of his mouth. “Wanna join the mile high club?”  

Tim stops functioning for a full minute. He blinks then quickly looks around to see if anyone had heard what Kon had said and lets a sigh of relief when everyone is minding their own business. He looks sharply at Kon, lowering his voice down to a whispered hiss. “Kon. Seriously. No. Just – just no!” 

Kon pouts like it’s Tim who is being the unreasonable one. “Why not?” 

“We’re on a public plane Kon. No. We’re not doing that. Even if we did, what would happen if we got caught? We would be banned for life and then it would be plastered all over the internet. No one would take me seriously ever again.”  

“So, if we were on a private jet you would?” Kon questions looking thoughtful and focusing on the wrong thing entirely.  

Tim gives him a scandalised look. “I am not hiring a private jet just so we can have sex in the air!”  

Kon shrugs completely unbothered by the prospect of it. “I mean, if anyone can afford it, it would be you.” He pauses, his expression turning back into his thoughtful one before he speaks up again. “Would you do it if I was flying us?”  

That has Tim pausing. An image crosses his mind of the two of them tangling together up in the clouds, naked and relying on Kon’s ability to multitask to keep them safely in the air as they do it. He feels himself flush and scowls at Kon.  

“No. Now shut up about it before you pop a boner or something.”  

“You hesitated. You totally would! You totally just thought about it!” Kon grins widely, his complete focus on Tim like a dog’s attention on a bone. “What did you think about? How no one would be able to see us, what the clouds would feel like against your skin, how I would keep us up in air, who would top and bottom or rather what position we would do? Hands? Oral? Penetration? All the above?”  

“Oh my god Kon, shut up!” Tim half yells, he lurches across the divider to slap his hand over Kon’s mouth. The action draws the attention of a nearby air hostess who Tim quickly convinces that everything is in fact okay and no they don’t need anything thank you.  

Because he’s a mature adult, Kon licks Tim’s palm to get him to let go of his face. Pulling a face and wiping his hand on his shirt Tim draws back and settles in his seat. Kon is still grinning at him and Tim scowls, unimpressed with the situation.  

Eventually Kon relaxes back in his seat. “Next time then.”  

Tim buries his face in his hand and sighs resignedly.  

In the end Tim manages to convince Kon to order some food and a drink while he finishes his document on his tablet. Once he’s done and Kon’s finished eating they select a film to watch together across their two screens and sit comfortably with their fingers linked across the divider.  

As Kon’s head starts to drop with sleep Tim hears him mumble, “I know you’re still thinking about it. I certainly am.”  

Tim lets out a long breath and curses Kon in his head, because yeah dammit, he is.  

[yuri-is-online]

Ok so jadeyuu! Jadeyuu? Jade is an eel. Jade has never been in a relationship- never even got the urge. So he's kinda panicking when he finally snaps out of his little domestic daydreams only to realize. He has no idea how to actually get to those daydreams.

How do humans court? Fuck humans for a second how does his own species court??? He only know surface level (ha) shit he never paid attention beyond that cause it was "irrelevant" (he wants to go back in time and punch himself so bad. For several reasons).

So now he's trying to figure it out but heres the thing, he only has super cheesy media to work with. Bro is taking it so seriously but some of the stuff is just???

Why is sharing clothing so important?

Are flowers really that big of a deal?

Why do all these couple fight all the time? He doesn't want to fight with yuu he just wants to feed them mushroom dishes and cuddle and "cuddle" He doesn't want to fight! Why do couple always fight in these movies is it necessary?? Is it a love language??

What's a one night stand?

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? WITH SOMEONE YOU JUST MET???

... has yuu had any? They told him once that most of their past relationships were "situationships" and he had to laugh and pretend he wasn't about to simultaneously raise hell and profusely thank your exes for fumbling so hard.

What's this about your father's consent? Does he need to get your father's consent? Would any parent work or just your father? Do you even like your father- shit you haven't even seen your father since you've been here and he's a literal world away. ....shit.

Someone stop him he's about to create an entire world wide scheme to invent otherworldly communication just to ask his not-parners dad if he can even court them in the first place-

Oh it's not that important in modern day?? Oh. Thank goodness.

At what point in this can he ask you to be his officially?

At what point can he start indulging himself in all his somewhat ugly jealous urges in public without scaring you off?

Would it be considered a "red flag" to ask you to only talk to him? He knows it is he's just holding out hope that maybe you'll agree to be kept in a large terrarium of his and be completely his and-

You would never agree to that. Oh well, an eel can dream. If Ace gets all clingy with you again he's going to break his arm off.

How long does he have to wait until he can show you to list of names he's already thought about giving your future children?

CAN HE PLEASE JUST HOLD YOU??? PLEASE!!!

Idk where I'm going with this I just got the mental image of jade watching titanic (something something convenient potion accident) and hurriedly scribbling down notes every time something romantic happens and I wanted to share that image.

I like the idea of Jade doing research about human courtship. I really really like it I think it's so stupidly funny to picture Mr. Suave, one hell of an eel butler reading human x merfolk fanfiction and going O: that's me (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) Or watching romcoms and taking notes that's hilarious. He watches titanic and nods "yes this would never happen with us, I would simply drag them into the sea and then we would live together happily ever after while everyone else drowns- ah or is that too fatalistic?"

But yes he doesn't know much about courtship in general. He can "flirt" but its not intentional on his part, he's just being snarky. But with you he has no idea what to do. The clothing thing makes no sense to him, is it to stake a claim? Then why not bite you? That would get the point across faster... is it a him thing to want to do that or is it a mer thing? One night stands are too complicated, there's too many ways for that to go wrong the only reason Jade could think to have one is if someone has information you want to steal and he's not interested in obtaining things that way. They don't owe you anything that way.

Jade with soft yan! urges he tries to tamp down because he knows they're not healthy but he just wants to protect you form the dangerous that exist in the coral sea. Even if you become a merfolk you still used to be human, soft, fragile, and so naive... really there's no end to the things that could steal you away from him. Like Ace! Now if you could please look the other way while he disposes of this pest- he jests. He would never rob you of your friends, everyone needs them and he needs you to need him the same way humans need air.

Also the sheer irony of Yuu complaining all of their past relationships being situationships when that's what they have going on with Jade right at that very moment. Maybe that was intentional huh Jade ever think of that? Maybe the pretty human was huffing at you and batting their eyes because they are frustrated that history is repeating itself and the sketchy guy their friends don't approve of is being unclear about his feelings again. He figures that out once he finally finds out the definition and he feels so so stupid

[haine-kleine]

A potential I wish I could see more of in this fandom is the League on their days off. Same way we briefly saw Jin before the Overhaul arc.

Just like the heroes, the villains have their villain costumes, which they put on for 'work'. Unlike the heroes, who are prevented from having this due to PR and public's overall perception of them, the villains can just take those costumes off to blend in with the crowd without being noticed. As we already know, for Shigaraki just taking off his 'family' is enough.

To Toga, the highschool girl uniform serves as a disguise similarly to how Monoma's hero costume does. But combined with her distinctive red spider lily hairstyle, it makes it fairly easy to recognize her. So on her days off crime duty, she dresses as a regular girl, sometimes stealing Shigaraki's hoodies, opting to experiment with her hairstyles.

Similarly to her, Twice's villain costume comes out only on the days they have work scheduled. Otherwise, he shows up on his regular civilian clothes. After Kamino, they tried to make him wear something else instead of his usual mask for secrecy reasons, but after he turned up with a paperbag on his head, Shigaraki mercifully allowed him to wear whatever he wanted.

Mister Compress tries to keep his fancy villain suit for memorable occasions (the state it was in by the My villain academia arc was truly devastating), so usually he dresses like this.

Spinner's Stain cosplay stays in the closet most of the time. Usually he joins Shigaraki's pajama party, especially during their gaming marathons. Due to his trauma, it's hard to get him to go outside and when he does, he tries to cover as much of his body as possible. Once Shigaraki notices this, he makes sure to join Spinner outside as often as he can. After Shigaraki decays two people who gave Spinner trouble for his quirk, Shuichi stops covering his face and hands as much. It's also the reason they targeted that heteromorphobic cult specifically in MVA introduction.

After his face being seen had led to them almost being captured, Dabi starts hiding himself behind long sleeved high collared hoodies and huge sunglasses. Compress and Toga attempt to make him dress more normal and channel his inner emo aesthetic more than amateur drug dealer, to no avail. Indoors, he tends to ditch the three layered black outfit and go for loose shirts and shorts that won't catch his staples by accident with one wrong move. Also, when no fateful meetings with oblivious family members are scheduled, he tends to forego doing his hair. Attempting to avoid infection from the chemical dye when you are a walking open wound is more hassle than it's worth, so for quick villain outings or his meeting with Hawks, he throws a cap or a hoodie on and calls it a day.

Shigaraki dresses exactly the same as he does when on villain duty, minus the hands. Even though it's convenient, it pisses him off how easy it is for him to blend in and go around unrecognized. When the League gets more popular and their merch replaces Stain's, even having Father on his face can get in the way of his recognition as the Symbol of Fear, when teenagers compliment him on his sick Shigaraki cosplay.

I'd say Kurogiri remains just as well dressed and proper as usual whether he is working at the bar, chaperoning Shigaraki or has a day off, but the image of him channelling his inner Shirakumo and going around naked is just too funny to pass up. He sends the entire League into hysterics, but he is mist, what improper is there about being mist without any clothes on?..

[yuutakei]

not my usual post (i’ve been busy w college since i had to take some time off due after hurting my back n now i’m behindddd 〣( ºΔº )〣) but i can’t stop thinking about seunghan; sitting and watching all of this unfold i just feel so lost and helpless.

as a predebut stan who followed the project to support sungtaro (with an older sister who was an smrookies fan, namely seunghan’s) i have always been a huge advocate for all seven members since their debut announcement. each and every one of them hold a special place in my heart and the memories i have of their earlier days are a treasure to me.

but, as i lie here reflecting on their journey from debut to now, i can only scrutinise and question. ‘how did it ever get this bad?’.

after the mishaps and mistreatment within nct, riize was the promised boygroup a lot of the members almost never received. it was a sparkling path forward for these idols and trainees who were for so long uncertain about their futures almost too good to be true. even in their somewhat ‘humble’ beginnings, their brotherhood was remarkable and undeniable; these boys had worked so hard to build a collective identity and image for themselves. revolving around their found family of seven, riize was (to me) the epitome of youth and friendship. from their music to their choreography and variety content, they remained synonymous as a promising young group of seven - a notion that by all means should remain despite what further changes may be in store.

throughout my entire adolescence i was bullied, threatened and harassed by adults and peers alike. though my experiences are worlds different from seunghan’s, i can confidently recount and express the immense isolation, loneliness and guilt that harbours within oneself when singled out in these situations. we are social creatures constantly seeking approval and acceptance from those around us; the human psyche is malleable and extremely susceptible towards externally projected negative emotions and criticism. right or wrong it will often play in favour of the loudest voices and strongest presence in the room. tldr, if you drill into someone’s head enough that they are the cause of their group’s failure and reputation, they will believe it regardless of its truthfulness. he was left alone, cornered and threatened until he felt he had no choice but to step down.

that being said, as much as i respect seunghan's decision/proposal to withdraw, i (and many other briize) are left in overwhelming contention over his mental state, worrying for his wellbeing and worrying for his brothers that were distanced from him during such a difficult time.

and now, as more time passes with no elaborated statement, clear resolution or response my anger towards his label and respective production team only festers. observing the state of the fandom it’s reasonable to expect some level of protest or backlash against his return, but to leave him privy to such graphic and horrific scenes - hundreds of funeral wreaths displayed in his name - and make no moves, not even a stir, to merely mitigate such a childish display of emotion is beyond unfathomable. as his management it is their job to keep him safe and allow him to continue his work at an artist alongside the other members, a role that should never fall upon the group themselves who have now also been targeted because of the organisation’s continued blunders. how can you as an established individual comfortably allow your talent to not only wrongfully suffer, but openly blame themselves for a situation that escalated as a result of your own incompetence? and to make such an important decision without the presence and support of the other six members is irresponsible and disregards their feelings on the matter.

seunghan had no advocates in that room.

i can only pray for a peaceful future for him outside of public scrutiny and misdirected hatred and attention. may he spend this period in peace, surrounded by love and compassion.

[a-heart-attack-ow]

The Arrangement. Part Eight

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight: Smut/unedited

The cameras flashed like lightning snaking across a dark sky. Blinding and magical all at the same time. I held the soup ladle with my left hand as I’d been instructed to, my massive black diamond ring on display to my audience. I smile widely, making sure to remember that the smile needs to reach my eyes to be believable. Before me was a line of homeless individuals waiting for me to serve them. I’d done work with the soup kitchens before, but this was the first time that I had photographers watching my every move. I try to focus on the people I’m serving, the camera flashing as daunting for them as it is for me. I recognize some of the faces of the people in line and I greet them accordingly, an action that makes the cameras flash in another quick frenzy. I serve the food and try to remain focused on the people I want to bring awareness to. I mentally remind myself that this is why I’m doing this. 

Well, one of the reasons why I’m doing this. Aside from keeping my in-laws happy and aiding their goal of making Colby Brock’s image better to the public. Aside from the fact that if I don’t do this my father could pay the price for my insubordination. 

Worse than he already had. 

I try to shake the thought from my head, my focus returning to my work. I try to remember all of the points that Sam had walked me through this morning. The angles I needed to stand at and the facial expressions I needed to maintain appearances. 

Appearances that couldn’t indicate the agony bubbling beneath the surface of my skin.

The true nature of the family I married into. The true nature of what my husband got up to on behalf of his family. My smile grows as I serve the last person in line, my eyes locking with the cameras. 

As if on command, I feel Colby’s hand on the small of my back as he joins me at my side, the sensation uncomfortable and alien after the past seven months since that night. Months that had made us strangers once more. Except when there was a camera pointed in our direction, then we had a show to put on. He kisses the side of my head, my eyes fluttering closed. My heart skips a beat when he does this, the spark still evident between the two of us. 

God I loved him. Despite everything I loved him. Despite the distance that had grown between us.

He feels it too. The spark. I can tell by the way that his fingertips lightly rub where his hand is resting on the small of my back. A small reassuring gesture. I open my eyes and look over at him, our gazes meeting. 

Suddenly, it feels like it’s just the two of us. The way that it should be.

I want to tell him I love him, but I don’t. Instead, I simply smile up at him and he smiles back. The rest of the event passes by in a blur and before I know it, he’s holding my hand and guiding me to the car. Making sure the cameras see that we’re holding hands. It’s not until we are in the car and he pulls away that we drop the act. His hands grip the wheel tightly as he drives, his eyes on the road ahead. 

I can feel he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. He’s quiet. 

The way that he had been for the past seven months. Since that night.

Sure, we still fucked, but he seemed more reserved around me. More determined to only truly interact when he had to. He slept next to me every night and brought me along with him to his meetings with his associates, but I couldn’t place why he was so distant. I kept repeating that night in my head and I couldn’t figure out what I’d done wrong. He was just hot and cold and hard to read. 

Without realizing it, I’d been watching him for too long and he noticed. His jaw clenches and his eyes remain focused on the road ahead.

“There isn’t anyone watching us, you don’t have to pretend you care.” 

His words hurt and I can’t stop my eyes from watering. I couldn’t understand why he was so mad at me. I hadn’t done anything to warrant this response. I’d done what I was told the entire time we’d been together. This entire arranged marriage, I’d been good and now he was punishing me for something I wasn’t aware of.

I just couldn’t figure out what that something was. 

I hadn’t been unfaithful or strayed. All that had happened was my father got hurt by his parents and ever since then he was distant. The tears sting my eyes as I look down at my dress covered stomach. Down at the secret I’d been keeping from everyone for the last three weeks. 

I’m pregnant.

The removal of the I.U.D. had been a success and now I was carrying the heir to the Brock Family Estate. 

Just like I’d been told to.

The tears slip out silently as the weight of my situation hits me. I know that I needed to tell Colby, but I didn’t want to. Not when he’d been acting like this. I wasn’t even sure he’d be happy about the baby. 

Would he be upset that things were going to change? Would things get worse when they did? 

I tuck my hair behind my ear and remain silent as I break down in the passenger seat. I don’t know if he’s noticed, but I decide that I don’t care if he has. All I do is try to control my breathing as he pulls up to the gate outside of our house, buzzing security to let us inside. He parks the car in our driveway loop and I don’t wait for him to turn off the car before unbuckling and getting out of the vehicle. 

My feet move along the gravel of the driveway and up the thirteen marble stairs that lead up to our front door. I hear him turn off the car and get out. The sound of the car door slamming behind him the moment I reach the front door. I leave the door wide open for him, but I don’t make it too far into the house before I’m met by Sam’s sympathetic blue eyes. He sat on the steps of the grand staircase, waiting for an update on today’s events.  A look of confusion flashes over his face as he studies the tears escaping me. He glances behind me at Colby when the front door closes. 

“What the fuck did you do to her?”

He growls at Colby, standing up from the steps. The blonde brushes past me, his hands going for Colby’s black button up as he pulls his friend in close. I turn to face the two of them, my tear soaked face now evident to Colby. From the look on his face, he didn’t know I was crying, but now that he does an undetectable look flickers over his face. 

“Sam, please. He didn’t do anything to me. He just said something rude in the car. I’m sorry for getting upset.”

The words fall from my lips in a sad desperate tone. A tone that causes Sam to look over at me. His grip is still firm on Colby, who doesn’t move out of Sam’s grasp. 

“Don’t say sorry Emilia. This entire time that you’ve been here it’s always you apologizing for his behavior towards you. It’s fucked up and I’m tired of it…”

He pauses looking from me to his friend and adopted brother.

“... You’ve been treating her like shit since our parents hurt her father. As if it’s her fault or something, but if it's anyone’s fault it's yours. You’re supposed to protect her and you should’ve been the one to talk to mom and dad before anything happened to her dad in the first place. Instead, you ran away and did a delivery that any one of the guys could’ve done. You just didn’t want to step up.” 

Sam’s words hit hard to my husband and I can tell. It's in the way that he looks at Sam, the bitter look of disgust that overtakes his handsome face. My tears worsen at the words, my hand moving to my nonexistent baby bump. I can’t help but the feeling of heartbreak that I’m experiencing will kill me. Surely, I would shatter underneath all of this weight. 

“I’m pregnant.”

The words fall from my mouth in a gasp. Like a breath that had been held for too long. The desire to keep it a secret seemed to vanish under the tension I hadn’t been expected to feel today. The moment I speak, it’s like the air has been sucked out of the room. 

Two sets of eyes stare back at me in shock. Two mouths agape at the newest development. A sob escapes me as I look at Sam, my heart breaking at the look of kindness that he directs to me. Over the past seven months, Kris, Celina, and Sam had been my only friends at the house while my husband had chosen to ignore me. 

Until he wanted a fuck.

Even the other guys that worked with Colby had come by to visit. I’d become friends with Corey, Johnnie, Jake, and Nate. What would they all think when they found out? Would they look at me like Sam is right now? I hate to imagine how disabling that would be to experience. How their looks of sympathy might be the straw that breaks me completely. 

“When were you going to tell me?” Colby’s voice rasps in a mixture of frustration and disbelief. The tone of his voice is enough to make me want to snap and instantly I’m defensive. 

“I don’t know Colbs, considering you only truly talk to me now when there’s a camera stuck in our faces I wasn’t sure.”

His eyes narrow at my words. 

“What about last night when I was balls deep in you? Or this morning? You didn’t think to tell me then?”

There’s a smirk that finds the corner of his lips. The same smirk he wore whenever he talked about fucking me. A smirk that normally got me hot and bothered, but now made me want to slap him. This time I look at him with a clenched jaw, anger radiating through me. 

“Fuck you…”

The words come out in a broken sob. It had been years since I’d let myself get so angry that I cried.

“... All I’ve done is love you. Despite everything and every gut feeling that told me not to. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be the bright spot in this fucked up situation and for months you were. I thought maybe everything would be okay, but you took that from me the same night your parents chose to threaten me…”

Sam lets go of Colby and moves to my side, holding me against him as I break down, my knees wobbling. 

“... And the worst part is I’m still in love with you. Even though it’s clear you aren’t anymore. I don’t know what happened that night, but I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been mourning you and you didn’t even notice. I’ve been so alone even when you’re next to me and it's been agony.”

I stop speaking because I can’t say another word. I just crumble against Sam and his arms wrap around me as I sob against his chest.

 I hear him mutter something to Colby about ‘getting the fuck out of here’. 

But I can’t bring myself to care. 

I’m so tired of caring.

—

I fell asleep on the couch after spending hours crying into Sam’s lap, his fingers playing with my hair to soothe me. I don’t know how long I’d been out before I felt someone lift me from the couch, their arms strong as they held me tightly against them. The smell of his cologne is all that gives me the hint that it's Colby’s arms I’m in. Despite our arguing earlier, he gives my head a soft tender kiss. His grip on me tighter when he starts to take me up the stairs. It’s this softness that had made me fall in love with him in the first place, a softness that I’d been missing recently. 

“I got you darling.”

He whispers once he reaches the top of the stairs. I’m still out of it enough to be sleeping, but awake enough to know that he’s bringing me to our bedroom. Once we are inside, he lays me down on the bed and makes sure to pull the comforter up over me. I feel him brush the hair out of my face as he sighs. 

“I don’t know if you can hear me, but I have to say this now or I won’t say it at all. The dinner with my parents was harder than I let on. Yeah I cried like a little bitch and you saw that, but it's the way my parents view me that really got under my skin. I have a history of messing up or not being enough of what my parents wanted me to be. I never worked hard enough, I never kept secrets well enough, and then I messed up with you. The thing that happened with your father should’ve been avoided, I should’ve done the talking that night we had dinner with my parents. They saw that you’d become someone I cared for, that I didn’t have you under control and in line with what they wanted you to be with me. So they hurt you to punish me. I am so sorry about that...” 

He pauses to take another deep breath.

“... That’s why I’ve been so distant. If they knew that I was keeping you in line and not letting my feelings for you cloud my judgment they wouldn’t hurt you again. But in doing that, I’ve hurt you and I honestly didn’t mean to do that. I am still in love with you Emilia. I’m so proud of you and your ability to keep your head up in all of this. I promise to be better about communicating and I promise to be a better husband. I promise to be the best dad I can be. I want a future with you, not just an image in front of a camera. I hope that you’ll let me do that. I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.”

He finishes speaking without realizing I’ve opened my eyes. He’d been looking forward the entire time that he didn’t notice until he felt my gaze. A small smile finds his lips when our eyes meet.

A smile I don’t return. Instead I look at him blankly, my body still tired from the hysterics brought on by today. I’ve never cried as hard as I cried today. My heart hadn’t ever shattered as badly as it had today. A simple sorry wasn’t going to do it and I needed to stick to that. Even though the sight of him in only his black sweats causes my mind to wander for a second, desire laced deep within me despite it all. 

“This cycle needs to stop. The hot and cold bullshit has to stop. We are having a baby and I’m not going to allow this type of atmosphere for them. You’re either all in now or I’m not doing this anymore. I’ll have our child, but I’ll stay in my own room and keep up appearances for the sake of my father’s life. But if you don’t want us then I’m done.”

He listens to what I have to say, truly listens to every word and contemplates. Not even when I sit up in our bed and look at him does he speak. He really mulls it over and I do appreciate that. We’d both spoken more words to each other in the last few minutes than we had in months. 

I missed hearing him speak.

I shake the thought out of my head as he reaches for me, his hands pulling me onto his lap. I try not to meet his gaze as he does this, but it’s no use. He places a hand under my chin and focuses his attention on me. 

“I want us.” 

He speaks so softly that I almost can’t hear him. Like he’s afraid that he’s going to upset me again if he speaks any louder. I place my hands on his bare chest and breathe out a deep sigh as I trace the tattoo above his heart. He’d explained what it was to me once, a symbol that meant ‘protect your heart’ , something I thought was cute, but now I look at it and I wish that I’d done the same. My heart had been through the ringer for the last year.

Year.

The thought enters my head as I recall the date. One year ago today we’d been married. An anniversary that snuck up on us both with cruel irony.

“We’ve been married an entire year Mr. Brock.”

I state lifelessly as I swallow hard. He nods as if he already knew it, something that makes today worse. He had to choose today of all days to be an ass. 

“Has it all been bad, my darling wife?”

He asks. Eyes trained on me. 

“No, some of it has been good. But my husbands a real dick sometimes.”

I respond quickly, unable to stop myself from smiling when he feigns offense. He places his hands on either side of my waist and I can feel what direction we’re heading in. He bites down on his bottom lip and focuses on how my breathing hitches. Slight annoyance with my own body’s inability to chill the fuck out overtakes me briefly, before he places his lips to mine in caution. 

I don’t bother trying to fight how good he feels as he kisses me. Nor do I bother with the fact that he’s lifting up my dress, his hands finding my thighs. Instead, I lean into it, my hands on top of his as I help him unwrap me. He groans at the action, satisfied that I want him as badly as he wants me. But wanting Colby has never been an issue for me, which is how I’d ended up in this mess in the first place. I can feel him getting hard beneath me, harder as I grind myself against him. An action that practically causes him to growl in sexual frustration. He moves me off of his lap and into our bed, his body straddling mine. He keeps his attention on me as he slides my underwear down my legs and lifts my dress up. 

“I’m sorry I made you cry.”

He rasps, placing light kisses on the inside of my thighs. I lay there with my eyes fluttering closed as the sensation of him kissing further and further up my thigh fills me with anticipation. Anticipation that feels worth it the moment I feel his mouth against my aching core, his tongue dipping inside of my slick sex. The feeling of his mouth was always incredible, but today it felt even better. Today I could feel the extra care he was spending on me as if his tongue was trying to atone for his actions earlier. My back arches into the bed beneath me as his tongue works on me, soft whimpers escaping me with each flick of his mouth. He works on me for several minutes of indescribable pleasure, my head spinning the entire time. I hear him chuckle darkly to himself as he can feel me getting closer to the edge. 

“Come on baby, cum all over daddy’s tongue.”

He speaks in a lower register as he whispers the words against my needy sex. The invitation is all that I need to release, his tongue lapping up my orgasm with feverish need. A moan escapes my lips as I come down from my high. My hands grip the comforter I’m laying on top of as my chest heaves up and down. 

“Fuck, Colbs.”

I whimper as his mouth moves from me, his body suddenly straddling mine. In the darkness his pale blue eyes find me, his face serious as he studies me closely. I can tell he wants to say something, but that he’s unsure of what exactly to say. He knew words wouldn’t change my frustration. He needed his actions to reflect a change, but he wasn’t sure where to start. 

I didn’t know either.

But at this moment I make the executive decision to deal with all of that later. Instead I move my left hand to the back of his head, guiding his lips to mine. His breathing gets heavy, when I deepen the kiss and my fingers lace in his hair. Moments like this made me thankful for the electricity burning between the both of us. It was undeniable and magnetic. 

It had always been. Regardless of whatever else was happening at the time. 

A groan escapes him as my hips lift slightly, enough to cause friction between the two of us. I may have just came, but I was more than ready to feel him inside of me. 

It didn’t matter how many times we’d done this. Everytime felt like the first. 

The air around us is heated, our bodies needy for each other. I slowly move my hands from his hair, my fingertips ghosting along his toned body and down his chest. I reach his sweatpants, the pads of my fingers lightly toying with the fabric. I drag them down an action that causes him to chuckle. 

“You seem to know exactly what you want Mrs. Brock.”

He lets me drag the sweats down and to expose himself to me. A sight that I knew I wouldn’t ever get tired of seeing. For a moment he stares down at me in wonder, at the mess he’s made of me. The heap of uneven breaths and a look of desire in my eyes. I smile up at him, a smile he returns. 

“I’ll always want you, Colbs.”

My voice sounds more sentimental than I intended it to, but I meant every word. He knows I mean it as he looks down at me, his face sweet as he presses his lips back to mine. This kiss is slower, more cautious as if he’s trying to savor the moment. As we kiss, he aligns himself with me, the tip of his cock sliding in slowly. Another groan from him sounds against my lips as he allows himself to savor how tight I am around him. He breaks the kiss as he slowly starts to thrust inside of me, our eyes meeting once more. He’s so gentle as he fucks me, a slow satisfaction that I didn’t want to stop. 

We remain entwined in each other, his head leaning down to rest in the crook of my neck. Light kisses a trail along my collarbone as he continues moving in and out of me, my body moving with his in perfect rhythm. He marks me carefully, aware of where he’s leaving the marks. The gentle sucking of his lips sent shivers up my spine. He thrusts deeper and deeper inside of me and with each movement I feel the nerves of my stomach building up. I can feel him getting closer to the edge as he thrusts. 

“I’m going to cum Emilia, but I want you to cum with me too.”

He rasps against my skin, breath heated. I moan in response, unable to form a coherent word. As he thrusts once more, I feel myself spill over the edge at the same time he does. Filling me with his cum. 

We lay in heated silence as we try to catch our breaths, our bodies slowly coming down from their high. We remain entangled together as I feel his cock twitch inside of me one more time before he pulls out of me to lay at my side in our bed. His blue eyes remain on me as he studies me closely. 

“I really am sorry.”

Softly he speaks, his hand reaching out to tuck some of my hair behind my ear. I can hear how sorry he is, but again I need to see a change before I’ll fully believe him. 

“How do you feel about me being pregnant?”

I ask instead of responding to his ‘sorry’. I knew that we had to get pregnant because that’s what his parents wanted, but now that it was happening I didn’t know how he actually felt about it. We’d only briefly spoken about it prior to this moment. He sees the insecurity in my eyes and the uncertainty of this new chapter of our lives. 

“I’m excited. There’s no one else I would want to have children with, but…”

He hesitates, his brows furrowing as he chooses his words carefully. 

“...I’ve got to figure something out about my parents. I don’t want my parents to get their grubby hands on our child. They’re not going to do what they did to me to them. I have to figure out a way of standing up for us and what we need without them retaliating in some way.”

His fingertips run through my hair, his face full of thought. I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t worried about the same thing. If I hadn’t worried that somehow they’d retaliate if we did one thing they didn’t approve of with our child. 

How else would they hurt my father?

The thought dances in my head, spinning out of control for a second before Colby’s hand moves to my face, his thumb lightly tracing over my cheekbone. The worry must’ve been evident on my face. 

“I’ll take care of my parents. In the meantime, you are literally growing a human inside of you so I want you to just focus on that. I’ll do the heavy stuff with my family.”

He draws me in against him, my head resting against his chest as he kisses my forehead. After what had happened with my father I wasn’t sure if I could fully relax. 

I trusted that Colby wanted to do the right thing, but could we out smart his family when they always seemed to be two steps ahead?

I wasn’t sure if we would be able to.

But God, did I hope I was wrong. 

[totallyveryallosexual]

I see a lot of people say that people self diagnose neurodivergence because it's "quirky" or cool or something, which shows a lack of understanding of self diagnosis that I would like to correct.

1. I personally do not think I have autism because I "saw a tiktok and related to it". I think I have autism because I fulfill the diagnostic criteria that I have looked into extensively. I have sensory difficulties. I get overwhelmed by sound, and light, and the wrong fucking texture un my clothes or food. I was made fun of my entire childhood for "taking things too seriously", and I took what people said at face value, because I took things far too literally. I spent my entire childhood figuring out how to act normal, how to say the right thing at the right time so I wouldn't be made fun of or excluded. I am extremely comforted by various types of stimming, but was punished as a child for anything considered fidgety or abnormal. I love biology, and can infodump to you about genetics (special interest) for hours. This is an interest that can be considered abnormal, and it has consumed most of my available brain space for many years. Also, every single autistic person I've ever met has clocked me in about five seconds and immediately told me I have autism. The truth is, people don't self-diagnose themselves with a highly stigmatized disorder unless it is seriously impacting their lives.

2. Autism, especially in girls and bipoc, is often missed. If they can learn to mask it, it doesn't get diagnosed. I got straight A's all throughout high school, and I had teachers tell me that they thought I had autism, but that it was probably fine because it didn't impact my academics or my life. Spoiler alert: it did! People think that when a seemingly functional person claims to have autism, they are hopping on a trend, but most of the time, they are suffering. I was depressed and sometimes suicidal before I figured out I had autism. I got called a psychopath for things that should have been recognized as symptoms of autism, and a lot of the time I believed it because I didn't have any other words for myself. Our society is shitty and if you aren't a little cis white boy, it's much harder to get diagnosed.

3. Diagnosis is expensive, and hard to access! A lot of people don't realize that it's a privilege! It costs a lot of money to get diagnosed, money that not everyone can afford. It's also hard to get a diagnosis because of social stigma, especially if you figure out you have some form of neurodivergence under the age of 18. I'm a month shy of being a legal adult, and I know that while I'm working towards it, it will be a while before I can get properly tested and diagnosed. My mother, who would scream if she ever saw me wearing noise cancelling headphones in public, is not going to help me get a diagnosis. My mother, who has thrown what can practically be considered temper tantrums over me stimming (literally just tapping my fingers against each other) is not going to help me get a diagnosis. The children of parents who aren't ready to give up their image of a perfect child and think autism can be wished away don't have the same access to diagnosis as the children of parents who are willing to work with them and contribute financially, and neither does any adult who has gotten through life alright but struggles financially because They Have A Disability!!!

In conclusion, don't shame people who diagnosed themselves. I absolutely think the end goal should always be to work toward a professional diagnosis, but that isn't always feasible for people, and we can't sit around slowly drowning in the meantime. If you are worried about self diagnosed people taking away resources: guess what, there are no resources!

Self-diagnosis shouldn't be quick. It comes after a long time spent diving through symptoms and diagnostic criteria. But it gives people without access to diagnosis the ability to nonetheless understand themselves better. For me, it means being able to say "I'm overstimulated, I'm going to find a quiet place" instead of sitting and suffering. It means being able to say "I'm going to sit on the floor instead of my desk, because that grounds me and stops me from spiralling". It means stimming when I'm overwhelmed, and stopping when I need to, all without shaming myself or thinking of myself as lesser for not being able to do things I was told I should be able to.

[hcgossips]

Sound Of Silence (#2)

He will continue on the job, making movies, being the face of campaigns and doing PR stunts with fake girlfriends (Well, maybe not). But, based on the way things are going, the bond he had with his fans,... Well, that is lost. Now, half of his fandom and ex fans will always question every post, every interview, every paid article on cheap tabloids. It didn’t have to be this way. He could have reversed the situation. But, vanity and pride didn’t let him.

One of the most humbled attitudes is when a person recognizes and admits a mistake. People say Cavill doesn’t have to admit anything. No, he doesn’t. But, admitting, shows simplicity and humbleness, makes a person greater. It can avoid the arrogant image he created. And, it is a gesture of nobility and maturity. People also say Cavill owes his fans nothing. Well, I have to disagree on that. As an individual, he doesn't. But, as a public figure... He always cultivated his fans’ admiration and attention to gain what fans are not obligated to give, but gave it to him, generously, what certainly made him the celeb he is today.

Fans were always there,  reacted to his public figure the way he wanted and giving him a feedback. They were faithful. Until Cavil was ungrateful. But, despite disappoinment, they never let go and continued here. Fans and followers continue giving him all the attention. They are still here, creating fanfics, stories, conspiracy theories. Fans continue being fans. Blind, toxic, ex, haters, jealous, but fans. But, Cavill.... He changed. He let the mask off and is having difficulty in putting it back. And, as soon as there was a first sign of criticism, he vanished, afraid and ashamed, after using a redneck promiscuous to tease his fans.

He gaslighted them, spliting them apart and motivating hate on the internet, while exposing his PR to public execration. But, the consequences weren’t on fans, but, on himself, because, unfortunately, he wasn’t humble to admit he made the wrong choices and screwed up. But, he doesn’t care. As long as he continues making movies, gaining his money, fans are only pawns so he can achieve what he wants. And, independently from having the fandom as it used to or the way it is today, he will continue being a Hollywood muppet, gaining his Hollywood money - which compensates for the fans he lost and for his lack of coherence -, while staging fake private plots and pretending to be someone else.

Despite having an entire, whole fandom or a fandom that is split apart, he will continue to succeed. Because bad publicity is also publicity and he's a hot stuff. And people will continue creating stories and conspiracy theories, which will help him anyway. He wanted the attention, he got it. Unfortunately for his redneck and pitiful promiscuous, she won’t be that lucky. She might slowly disappear the same way a few of his ex and fake girlfriends did and will gain nothing more than her blue checkmark on IG with a list of celebs, which means nothing, for Viscuso brought nothing to the table, no talent, no skill. So, that’s how she’s going to leave this circus.

Oh! I forgot! Now, she has the responsibility to hold on to the title of “mother”. So, apparently, she has a baby to take care of. A baby who actually, doesn’t seem to have a celeb father, but a father who is unknown. Other than that, she got a list of celebs’ on her IG, a deal she only managed, because of Cavill. A list that gives her IG the idea of professional, which, in practice, is now fictional and part of Hollywood’s Truman show. Yes! It might take a while until she vanishes. For her escort arranged to promote her as involved in his projects to give her a fake title.

We all know how these profiles are created. In Hollywood, people exchange favors, especially when paid. And we all know her page is now an extension of Cavill’s. So, that’s why those celebs are there. They are not on her IG for her, but because of him. We all know celebs’ IGs are business tools. They are not accounts that intend to be private for self entertainment, but a tool to support and be supported by a group of people, using it as a chain ring. And, some are managed by the same PR agency, following somebody or being followed, because of a deal that usually involves interests in common and/or money.

Viscuso paid to have Cavill as her escort so she would get her IG a blue checkmark with a list of celebs. Cavill was her bitchy “coyote”, so she could enter Hollywood through the back door (offering nothing, while paying a celeb escort to promote her). I’m curious: How much does Cavill charge to be wannabes’ escort and their bitchy “coyote”, while having to entertain them sexually?

[lollipopsnowy]

warning !! rant. if you don’t wanna read a rant about the state of the tally hall community then pls scroll on, and I hope you have a nice day ^^

I’ve been thinking this for a pretty long while, and honestly I’ve always been too afraid to speak out in fear that it is the “wrong” opinion, but I feel I need to say this now more than ever. It’s probably obvious and it’s probably been said a billion times, it’s practically just talking to a wall at this point, but I still want to make this point clear:

This community has a huge problem with empathy and nuance.

Full stop. I’m not sure what it is about this fandom, but it’s almost as if you are walking on eggshells every single second. In the eyes of the people in this community, you are either a saint who can do no wrong, or you are human scum, ready to be fed to the bloodthirsty legions of Christ. It’s horrible, and it’s causing people in this community to stress about their public image or even causing people to full on leave. I have so many friends that have lost interest in this band because the community has been so awful to them, and honestly I understand why. At the end of the day, this community is festered with hormonal teenagers that, at times, seriously don’t know any better, and make stupid decisions that will be forever imprinted on the internet. It happens to the best of us, and I share sympathy with them and refuse to hold them as “evil” because of that.

That is not what you guys are doing.

Just because someone makes one mistake doesn’t make them a monster. Just because someone is sharing an opinion differing from yours doesn’t make them evil. Just because someone is doing something that is generally frowned upon doesn’t mean that they’re doing that to be malicious. Sometimes, that’s genuinely the only way that people can cope. Yes, it is important to help them break out of these mindsets, but screaming at them and belittling them for the things that they do doesn’t make them want to change, it just makes them feel afraid. Bullied. Ostracized. The least we could do is listen to their explanation, and if they’re going to be aggressive, then don’t be aggressive back, that only fuels their rage. Instead, keep a levelheaded approach on the situation and try to diffuse it. Be nuanced, people. Everyone’s a shade of gray. Good people can do bad things, and bad people can do good things. That’s just the way the world works. Treat everyone as a fellow human, because truthfully, that’s what they are. There is a person behind the screen. Someone with thoughts, feelings, and experiences that you may not know about, and just being a little more peaceful and less aggressive in your approach to them can go a long way.

I’m making this post for a few reasons. One, just to speak for my friends, but also to try and help my fellow tally tumblr fans out with this information, as I think it will make this place much less divided and so much less toxic and scary to be in.

I’ll give an example. Last night, I made a rather insensitive post about tallyshippers, claiming that they “weren’t real” and that they were “made in labs.” Truthfully, I made that just to shitpost, and it was all in good fun, but not everyone sees it that way, and I will admit, it was rather insensitive for me to group an entire subset of people in that manner, even if I don’t agree with what they do. In that aspect, I apologize. However, the aftermath was not fun whatsoever. I had a tallyshipper roll into my ask box on anon, so I could not identify and block them, and basically just spew all of their frustrations about the anti-tallyshipping crowd onto one person (me), and make accusations and claims about me that were completely unwarranted and, truthfully, quite cruel, while still trying to convince me that they meant no harm. No matter what “side” of this community you’re on, please acknowledge that this isn’t okay. It’s never okay to waltz into someone’s ask box when they are not comfortable with speaking to you (bandshippers are on my dni list), and air out all of your grievances on that one person, whether it’s someone you agree with or not. You don’t know what they’re going through and you don’t know how much it’s going to affect them. Please consider the other side before you go and leave messages like that.

Sorry for the yap spree, but it’s just been on my mind for a while. I promise that the rest of my blog is not like this. Please, just have some more empathy, my friends. You don’t have to love everything and everyone in this community, but the least you could do is show them some respect, even if they aren’t willing to show that respect to you. Because, after all, you are your own person, and they are their own. Everyone is different and everyone deals with things in varying ways. Everyone is human, and everyone should be treated as such.

-Eddie

[ericmicael]

Elsa + Queen Disa VS Elsa + Honeymaren

A conversation about this before it turns into a discussion beyond what I'm seeing in my social circle.

The look of Queen Disa from the "Frozen Podcast" was recently revealed, and due to her interaction with Elsa in it, a new shipp is being born in the Frozen fandom: Elsa + Queen Disa.

I haven't watched the entire podcast yet, but I've seen some analyzes and in fact Elsa and Disa have a lot of interesting scenes: they start off having problems with each other because of their thoughts about magic and technology, they eventually end up helping each other (especially Disa helps Elsa), and in the end they really become friends, promising a new moment for them to meet. It's almost like "enemies to lovers".

And because Elsa + Honeymaren is the current shipp, it is obviously leading to a certain principle of rivalry. And a lot of people jumped on the theory that Elsa is a lesbian because of Elsa + Honeymaren, and now we have a new girl to steal some of the spotlight.

I went through this myself in "Frozen 2" with the appearance of Elsa + Honeymaren to the detriment of Elsa + Marisol. As I said before, I had certain problems with "Frozen 2" at the beginning: I hated the separation of the sisters and that Marisol was technically replaced by Honeymaren. It took me a while to understand "Frozen 2" and accept ElsaMaren, and especially to understand that Honeymaren is the mainstream version of Marisol, the version that Disney could take to the cinema.

And so today we have an absence of the Northuldra tribe in material that precisely addresses the Enchanted Forest, and in Honeymaren's place we have Queen Disa who is appearing on the "Frozen Podcast" alongside her sisters.

A few days ago I made a post talking about the possibility that in “Frozen 3” instead of having an approximation of Elsa with Honeymaren, there would be an approximation of Elsa with an original woman, a more mainstream character and free for Disney to use in merchandising. And therefore be different from a woman linked to a tribe that exists in real life and that perhaps has some control over her image, as is perhaps the case with Honeymaren. And now we have Queen Disa.

I really don't believe that Queen Disa is in "Frozen 3", although a podcast released close to the franchise's anniversary is more mainstream than a book or a comic, I still don't think it's relevant enough to be the gateway to a character that it will be in a film... but I could be wrong, I never rule anything out.

But unlike my initial problem with Honeymaren, I don't intend to create any resistance to the possibility of a new woman for Elsa. As long as it's a woman I have no problem.

And one last text about Elsa + Queen Disa vs Elsa + Honeymaren. Queen Disa and Honeymaren are almost opposites:

Disa seems to be much more extroverted while Honeymaren has already demonstrated that she has some problems speaking in public (Disney Magic Kingdoms).

Disa is a book girl, Honeymaren is a warrior.

Disa is knowledgeable in technology while Honeymaren has some knowledge in magic.

Disa is the girl of the city and modernity while Honeymaren is the girl of the forest and traditions.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, I found this interesting, and it's really easy to see Elsa pairing up with the two women: friendship beginning until an eventual romance.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

(I actually think TTPD is full of so many parallels to older work that I could like, quote the entire album.)

Do it (inserts image of Kermit the frog wearing a black cloak)

Jokes aside, I’d love to read what parallels you found with her older work

OK well now that you’ve put me on the spot, I can’t actually think of them that freely 😂

This isn’t going to be exhaustive, nor particularly accurate I guess, but maybe more like… similarities? (Man, I’m gonna fumble the ball here.)

This is kind of out of left field, but from the very first listen, for instance, But Daddy I Love Him reminded me of Love Story. I joked on release night that But Daddy was just the unfiltered version of Love Story; the girl is the Scarlet Letter because she’s the loud, mouthy heathen who’s been caught with her dress unbuttoned iykwim. The girl in LS feels misunderstood, is infatuated with this boy, begs to run away with him away from the prying eyes and judgment… Which is exactly what the narrator in BDILH feels too, except more explicitly. The girl in LS is demure and mindful, the one in BDILH gives zero fucks. Which is reflective of Taylor’s own evolution in her relationship to her public image, I feel: she strove to be a perfect role model never putting a foot wrong in her younger days, but the whole point of TTPD is that she is done listening to anyone else’s opinions on how she lives her life. In LS, the boy talks to her dad and pulls out a ring, and in BDILH, no one else is invited to that wedding after everything she’s learned. For all we’ve talked about how one of the major themes of TTPD is about reclaiming her youth, I think it’s kind of genius that BDILH, intentionally or not, plays on the song that launched her megastardom as a teenager and gives it a grown-up bite.

This is maybe less parallels and more just a continuation of a story, but I think one of the obvious ones is You’re Losing Me and So Long, London. One of the immediate callbacks is the thread from “I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore” to “I stopped CPR, after all it’s no use.” YLM comes at a crisis point, the make or break moment of the relationship, and SLL is the aftermath reflecting on that. Her stopping the CPR after that moment in YLM is what leads to the dissolution of the relationship and the reflection in SLL.

The rest of the two songs mirror each other so painfully well. “Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?” To “You say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it.” “How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?” To “You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?” “I know my pain is such an imposition” to “Just how low did you think I'd go before I'd self-implode?” “How long could we be a sad song 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life?” To “So how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me? How much tragedy?” “I wouldn’t marry me either” to “I died on the altar waiting for the proof.”

And I think the one that really brings it full circle is the evolution from “My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick,” to “And I'm just getting color back into my face, I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place.” In YLM she’s dying a slow death at her partner’s ignorance (unintentional or willful) of the crisis she’s in, and in SLL, the decision to leave has brought her back to life, even if she mourns everything she had to give up to get there. To go from sitting in the room that was once lit with what they loved to sitting in the dark mulling this life-changing decision, to reflecting on the moment of “warm sun” in her life that this relationship will ultimately end up being in her memories (but just that: a memory, not a life) is really nuanced, and really shows how it’s the end of a chapter but not the end of the book.

Another parallel that is so powerful is between The Manuscript and, among others, All Too Well, but really so much of her work from her younger days, as well as the ATW music video. This is maybe cheating because it’s not like a 1:1 parallel, but just the way that The Manuscript reframes so much of her older work and experiences is illuminating. The way in ATW the early memories are wistful, feel like home, etc., and you can feel the warmth radiate through the music and the lyrics, but the slightly unsettling melody of The Manuscript highlights the unease in which that situation actually occurred. To go from sweet disposition and wide-eyed gazes heading out of town to be together, to realizing a decade later that that might have been less romance and more manipulation? What a gut punch.

Similarly, when you think about “nights when you made me your own” in the context of “He said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers,” you really feel how her youthful naivety about their relationship was heavily influenced by the way this person laid it on thick. Like, all these years later, she wasn’t wrong to feel like this thing was serious, or for being so bewildered when it ended. It’s just that what she failed to realize at the time is that what she took as a promise, he intended as foreplay. Then the way the bridge of The Manuscript reveals what is presumably the shooting of the ATW video, where she comes to the realization of just what she went through and how she’s been able to use it to make her art and heal? That’s beautiful.

There are soooooooooo many more, but I’d be here all day, and similarly, I can’t think of any off the top of my head.

[lunar-years]

roy and jamie and keeley are so hot together and i wonder what you think the public perception of them is like? jamie and keeley were into pda (at the gala, in the locker room, jamie’s pics of keeley lmao) but keeley implied that jamie would hate the tabloids invading their privacy. do we know how long jamiekeeley were even together for?? and then there’s roy who’s super protective about keeley, hates talking to the media, and threatens the paparazzi taking pics of them in s1. idk where i’m going with this but I’m just thinking about that throwaway line in s3, where jack assumes keeley’s talking about jamie when she refers to her “famous footballer ex”. in my head i think keeley likes the grand gestures in the public eye with jamie, but she also loves the private sacred moments no one else gets to see. it’s just really interesting to imagine what they’d be like when they all get together!

Ugh they really ARE so hot together aren’t they!!

Anyway this is such a fun thing to discuss. First off, I don’t think we know for sure how long Jamie and Keeley were together :( But the entire locker room seems pretty familiar with her in episode one, and as a couple, the two of them seem fairly established to me. Not as in like, a serious way necessarily, but in a way where it’s clear they’ve got a lot of trust between them and do know one another. Also, it’s been both long enough for Jamie to have fallen in love with her and for Keeley to have had the deep impact on him that sets into motion all the growth we see in him from that point on. So in my mind, I think they were together for like, a year and a bit. Pretty much as long as Keeley and Roy were together, honestly.

I think the two of them definitely enjoy being public-facing enough to like, have online fan clubs and a big Twitter Stan presence LOL and also they’d be totally pumped to make it onto like, top power couples and best dressed lists. And they both really care about ~their brand~, reputation and image in a way Roy just doesn’t. So I do think they like attending events together and showing out on red carpets and posting pics together on their socials!!

I LOVED that line in season one about Jamie hating the tabloids getting in their business. I think it shows that he respects Keeley, that in his own way, that relationship was special and sacred to him even when it was happening, and that he does have a line between his public and personal life. And then I think we see throughout the series that Jamie is (maybe surprisingly?) actually a fairly private person. Yeah he’s got this whole very loud online presence, but that’s very different than like, him.

So yeah, I think he and Keeley enjoy being public, but only when they can curate what they’re putting out there and have it be under their control. And Jamie would’ve fully supported and endorsed Roy’s smashing that pap’s camera on his first date with Keeley, lol. All three of them I think cherish the moments the world isn’t privy to the most :)

My headcanon is that they don’t go public as a throuple until after Jamie retires, and I think they wouldn’t couple off (as in, publicize that just roykeeley or jamiekeeley are together) when it means leaving someone out, even if that person is Roy who hates the publicity anyway. It would just rub them all the wrong and they all agree they don’t need to kiss one another in public that bad. So I think they keep the romantic/relationship side of things pretty private amongst their families and close friends, BUT I also think they wouldn’t hide being close to one another. The fans definitely know how close they all are, and they don’t try to totally avoid being seen publicly hanging out, in pairs and all three. Also the online rpf shipping community is definitely rampant lmao.

And I think there’s also an element of like, they want to be available to publicly support one another. Being totally private isn’t worth it if they can’t show up for one another when it matters. Obviously, Keeley wants to be there for all their games, and Jamie and Roy want to be at her work functions and events that matter to her just as much, and at a certain point, if people are gonna talk they’re gonna talk! I think Jamie kind of helps Roy come around to this way of thinking as well. Enough to where they can be a little more open with caring about one another, and hug on the pitch maybe a bit longer than they hug anyone else, and even joke about one another in interviews (okay, that one’s mostly Jamie), and not give a shit. So everyone is aware on some level they’ve got a deep bond, but they just don’t know the exact nature of that bond and rjk aren’t forthcoming lol.

[paranatura-verse]

Bombarding you >:)

James- 13, 42, 50

Umbrielle- 19, 31, 58, 60

Harmony Ryan- 1, 34, 44

Oliver- 8, 16, 49, 57

CANDY- 2, 36, 55

Okay buckle up gang this is gonna be a long one lmaoo

(under the cut bc. Long kjdsjkd)

James Albright/Freezeflame

[13] What kind of sense of humor do they have, if any?

A ridiculous one, honestly. Being raised on comedies like the Young Ones and Red Dwarf does that do you.

[42] What is their idea of a perfect friendly hangout and/or romantic date?

He'd plan something traditional like a movie night, but if the other person showed any interest in machinery he'd probably take them to dismantle an engine or something.

[50] What are they really good and really bad at?

He's a brilliant mechanic, some customers request him specifically to work on their vehicle. However he's really bad with dates, he sometimes gets days and months mixed up.

Umbrielle LaFleur

[19] If they could change one thing about their past, what would they change?

She probably would've asked for even more from the Bargainers.

[31] How hard it is for them to own up to their mistakes and wrongdoings?

Extremely. She either deflects and denies, or fully justifies her actions. It's not that she's unaware that many of her decisions are morally wrong, she very much understands, she just fully believes her actions are reasonable, because she deserves the outcome they lead to.

[58] In the situation where they had to choose, would they rather stay loyal to their morals or to people they love?

Absolutely stick to her morals, even if they're... incredibly skewed. She only tried to protect her daughter from the Bargainers to protect her own reputation, as the disappearance of her child could reflect poorly on her (offering up her bloodline once she died, however, was more palatable to her).

[60] If they were to commit a crime, what kind of crime would it most likely be?

I'm not sure what the legal term for "sacrificing your descendants to a eldritch horror and fracturing space-time" would be but I think we can safely consider it a crime against humanity?

Harmony Ryan

[34] Do they have vices they don't want others to know about?

[1] What first impression do they typically make? Are they likeable from the get go, or take time to grow on people?

They can be a little cold and aloof to start with, but once you get to know them they're a very loyal friend.

They're a chronic smoker, although they feel it ruins their image so do what they can not to make it known to the public.

[44] At a party, where would you find them?

Surrounded by others. Although very cool and collected they're often considered the life of a party, with most attendees jumping at an opportunity to talk with them.

Oliver Duke

[8] How open they are about their true feelings, both positive and negative?

Oliver tries to keep his feelings to himself, but he's not very good at it. His expressions are very easy to read, even if people can't tell why he's feeling something, it's obvious what emotion it is.

[16] Do they easily rely on others to help them out, or prefer doing everything themselves?

Whilst he'd be much more comfortable doing things himself, Oliver is willing to admit he needs help with most things. With the entire town unable to remember him -and most deeming him crazy- he's grateful that Opal and her friends are willing to hear him out and try to rediscover his past.

[49] Do they possess any unexpected skill or knowledge that surprises others, and otherwise, what is something anyone would assume they know or can do, but in fact they don’t?

Most of Oliver's memories were replaced with an incredible comprehension of faeryfolk and other supernatural beings, giving him an edge in certain situations. On the other hand, he has almost no survival skills despite having been lost in Raven's Forest for an undetermined amount of time.

[57] What was the most stupid or dangerous thing they have ever done?

Going into the Raven's Forest, fucking dumbass. The town has laws against going into the woods for a reason, but it doesn't stop the town's youths from going in. Whether Oliver lucked out by being able to escape is debatable, depending on who you ask.

CANDY

[2] How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

There's not much difference honestly. Being quite a social butterfly, performing onstage came naturally given her upbeat and friendly attitude.

[36] Do they own items that have sentimental value?

Her mother made her signature jacket for her, in honour of Poprocks' first gig. No matter what outfit she wears onstage, the jacket is a must.

[55] How long does it take for them to make a new place feel like home, and what do they need for it?

Due to being on tour often, she's used to moving around so can quickly adjust to a place. She brings her own bedsheets and record player, plus some strings of lights and that makes a place comfortable enough for her.

[kodapi]

"He is going to think this entire idea silly."

"He will not, I assure you. Sit and look pretty, you are very, very good at that, amongst a myriad of other things that would take millenia to list in full."

Aymeric's cheeks warm to the compliment, not that they weren't already flushed from the 'surprise' Estinien had garbed him in. It's a tiny, relatively thin outfit. Lacey, intimate. One so scant that Aymeric has tugged it down nigh a dozen times as if the 13th tug will be enough to cover... well, what matters. It clearly wasn't fashioned with the vertically blessed in mind, which Estinien had certainly figured out before even purchasing it, but with gentle encouragement and reassurance that Shuuji, in particular, would like it, the dragoon had somehow managed to convince Aymeric to put it on.

Whilst Aymeric sits inside his quarters and waits, Estinien wanders off to find Shuuji. "Were we not here to relax?" He comes up behind the other, leaning in to nose affectionately into his neck. Estinien is not one for public displays, but he has found a few ways he is comfortable with to still show his beloveds love even outside their private quarters. "I pray this is not some task or commission you have picked up. Aught special awaits you back home, after all."

     [ Promptless Asks || Always Accepting ]

     ‹ When it came to the Warrior of Light, it was deemed impossible to ever get him to fully relax; the second someone approached with an interesting opportunity, be it big or small, he was one to pounce on it and see it through. Even offering him an entire island to himself somehow became a venture he cheerily forged ahead on, many bells sunk into the project to maximize what it could give in return to others. It was little surprise then that the dragoon would find Shuuji surrounded by Ishgardians in the Crozier stalls, some wanting him to purchase their wares, others wishing for his aid, and some just there to express gratitude; all would scatter at Estinien's arrival, however. ›

    ❝ Okay, I promise this wasn't supposed to take long, ❞ ‹ Shuuji sheepishly replied as he tilted his head back to press a soft kiss to the dragoon's cheek. It was a tiny gesture, one easily missed, restrained to respect this partner's desires to be discreet. A couple of well-wrapped parcels were in his hands, freshly purchased as snow had not even began to accumulate upon its cloth surfaces. › ❝ But something special at home? I can't pass that up for anything in the world! I actually bought these for you both as well, So let's not tarry! ❞

     ‹ Every step taken was filled with energy, a giddiness that was a hallmark of Shuuji's personality; he was never able to hide his enthusiasm, no matter how cool or smug he tried to be about it. This let Estinien see that every passing moment only built the suspense visibly as he had gently cut corners or found little shortcuts until he had approached the Borel home. The two entered in, and with some hints from Estinien, would soon find themselves entering the chambers. ›

     ‹ The moment he observed what sat in waiting for him, his eyes positively flew open and his cheeks had become dyed a bright scarlet red, lips left agape with a soft gasp passed through them. Then a few steps were hurriedly taken so he could close the door and keep this view solely between the three lovers, keep the image of such a stunning man in a cute little lacy outfit all to them. ›

     ‹ The reactions that followed were not of the verbal kind, but of the physical; he eagerly closed the gap between them to press a kiss to the Lord Commander's lips, his heavily-scarred hands raised to carefully graze his fingertips along the fitted straps that could barely be considered fabric. ›

    ❝ Mnh, Estinien put you up to this, didn't he? ❞ ‹ Shuuji then hummed as he flashed their other partner a wicked grin. › ❝ It's a gorgeous gift, don't get me wrong, but it's missing something. ❞

     ‹ At "something" he rose a hand to gesture towards the dragoon, fingers then curled a couple times over to beckon the man to join them. ›

    ❝ If you're content to watch me unwrap such a beautiful gift, that's alright, but I'd love for you to be close. You wouldn't want to miss anything, would you? ❞

[shelbydelrey]

Isa, we've discussed this a few times so it will come as no surprise when I ask you a question about the 10th anniversary of Peaky!! I'm wondering what you would rate the top 10 kisses?

Hi Lee 🤗 This was a surprinsingly difficult question since i've never even considered rating the show's kisses before (a mistake i now realize) and also because tumblr gif engine is absolute shit in aiding me in this task 😅 I've unfortunately came two kisses short from what you asked but i hope you enjoy it anyway 😚

8. I didn't manage to find a gif or even just a cropped image but Number #8 goes to those two fellas making out at the entrance of Eden Club. They were there just entering the roaring 20's, in a drug induced chaotic party, living their best lives so i would like to give props to them 😆

7. I love Arthur and his genuine reaction to Linda's news warms my heart despite me knowing that everything from here goes downhill. I read this kiss as a gesture full of hope, promises and even some pride showing that Arthur had some desire to be a better father than the one he had. This, unfortunately, didn't come into fruition as we know but i appreciate that the spark to be something other lived in heart.

6. Polly and Aberama were something else, weren't they? Admittedly their relationship kinda came out of nowhere but it worked even if short-lived. So their mention on the list it's also a memento of their dynamic ☺

5. And we finally arrived at my two beloveds🥰 I love May's slight desperation and Tommy's slight surprise as they kiss 🤭 It holds an adorable level of awkwardness as May states (with the kiss not with words) that she's willing to stand the public ridicule for Tommy!

4. I guess this one speaks for itself 😳 A deep passionate kiss in the midst of love making. You can't go wrong with that.

3. This is the perfect level of devotion for a wedding kiss (the exchanged gaze and the comfort between the two is *chef's kiss*) and it's enhanced by the way Tommy helds her face 🫠

2. This could be easily my favourite kiss in the entire show... I mean, look at Tommy's shoulder dip, the tenderness of his lips and how May starts to grip his coat... (and they even start to sway a little bit, i couldn't find a longer gif that showed it) 🥹 It's beautiful and it plasters all over my face the ENORMOUS chemistry potential these two had 😭

1. But number one comes and does THIS to me:

It's Derby day, May is clinging onto the hope that he will stay with her and it's heartbreaking because even despite not yet knowing about Grace's pregnancy, we as an audience now that (for plot reasons) Tommy has no interest in staying by her side. BUT Cillian and Charlotte were in another frequency over here 🤭 All the elements that made Kiss Number #2 great are here as well, dusted on this small peck on the lips 🤩 Instead of the detachment and indiference Tommy is suppose to feel, it reads more like a domestic bliss scenario where May says goodbye before he ventures to a long day of work and crime.

[groovesnjams]

gRooVES 'n JaMs S. O. T. Y. 2024

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"New Air" by Ben Seretan

MG:

It's the 20th anniversary of Wilco's A Ghost Is Born, so now's as good a time as any to again reckon with whether or not I like Wilco. This time, without much fretting or gnashing I'll say: I think I do! Honestly, no one is making me listen to them anymore but I still choose to, especially that cursed album and all its half-jammy, half-jazzy Krautrock guitar solos. Apropos of that, like, I guess, now classic rock anniversary, or something, whatever, we have "New Air" by Ben Seretan, here. Often I find a song I like so much that I refuse to seek out any other work from the artist because I simply don't want context to ruin my good thing, and "New Air" is one such example. But! I suspect this is a jam band -- the lyrics are about swimming in rivers and bumblebees, they're suggestive. However, it's the titular line that has fascinated me for the better part of this year. "We breathe new air for the first time" is so evocative of our late stage capitalist hellscape. It sounds like something sold to a craven, consumptive public rather than an essential component to the soup of life itself. And it's not just the new air, the first time is arguably doing the heavy lifting in this phrase. Like ordering something online just to have an unopened box to tear into, new air is nothing without the purity of a first time.

DV:

On a dusty hard drive somewhere I have half a dozen versions of "Spiders (Kidsmoke)" from back when it sounded like a long lost Big Star song, and I still think the worst mistake Wilco ever made was deciding to riff on that song until it ballooned from 6 minutes (already too long) to 10 minutes (abolish prisons with this one exception.) But "New Air" works for me, since if it ever had a shorter version I did not hear it, and because "we swam in every flooded valley" is an incredible image. Not the only one! They're parsed out sparingly, but Seretan lands some indelible lines here, not least the main refrain. MG interprets it as condemnation and she's not wrong, but also, no one on our planet has ever breathed truly new air, and like every other commonplace necessity we take for granted it will eventually be gone entirely, in a future to far off to contemplate. New air is an impossibility. Which means that the thought of something fresh and untainted, some sort of true and unconstrained abundance, is a beautiful idea, one that remains eternally out of reach. But why shouldn't a song be aspirational? A better world is possible.

[the-idols-story-thesecretbase]

—𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼—

11. How do you feel about nicknames/pet names? If you like them, what pet names do you use? If you hate them, why do you feel that way?

Kou:

“I like pet names, it's cute and endearing. Naturally I call Kuron my Neko because that's exactly what he is, a cutie and an adorable neko~”

“What kinda couple doesn't use pet names?”

Kuron:

“I'm okay with it— just with him. Though at first I didn't quite like it with him referring me as a cat—But in time I came to accept it because well—Lets just say, it comes with a history.”

“I call him Master...in a sense it pairs playfully with the concept since I'm the 'cat' , the cat and it's Master. But sometimes ‘Master’ is used as a form of respect, since I very much respect Kou like a superior, an impact of which he was a hero to me in the past. And another connotation which lies as the similarity call of a 'Hubby' of another tradition, de rigeur but of the older days. ”

12. Do you have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are you fairly independent?

Kou:

“I'm okay with a little time apart from work, we both travel for weeks up to a month just for work so it's not in our control at times. But we make time to always keep in touch ~”

“Although, Kuron is the one that's always away from home and working without me.”

Kuron:

“I'm fairly independent, as long as he doesn't vanish without a note for hours without updating me his condition and status quo. The only issue I have with being apart is being over worried over his well being while he's away, he can be ignorant with phonecalls and texts when he becomes very engaged. Sometimes the great anxiety would drive me to the point of landing a flight to the destination of where he is just to make sure he's okay—”

Kou:

“—Ohh he would definitely do that-”

“There was one time I accidentally passed out from exhaustion after work, right when I was outstation and staying at a hotel. The next thing I knew, Kuron was banging outside my hotel room door with the most worried expression on his face. It was...both cute and worrying at the same time since he just appeared out of nowhere. Though try and I might now, I wouldn't want him doing that again-”

Kuron:

“...Son of a gun—You didn't respond to my spam texts and your phone wasn't going through, I was worried sick and had no information whatsoever of which specific site of the city you're at, I had to ring your company just to make known of which hotel you stayed in—luckily they kept track of it, or else I would've interrogate the entire city of hotels just to look for you—Geez...”

Kou:

“And now I know better than to let my phone die while I'm away. No telling what this man would've done if I actually went missing. But it's nice to know that I have someone looking out for me~”

“He had the most frantic expression on his face, his whole body was trembling, he was covered in sweat, panting, his eyes were red....meanwhile I literally just got woken up from my supposedly beauty sleep—”

13. How do you keep in contact when apart? Do you write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

Kuron:

“...We mostly keep in touch through mobile devices, I text him more often than normal when he's away, I'm just too much of worrywart when it comes to him...”

“But when it's my turn to be away, we would often connect through the webcam on my PC, given if my outstation from home comes in as an extended period and I happen to stay up late working that night, I don't usually talk while busy working and Kou always suggest to video call in silence where he spectates as I work. ”

Kou:

“Yup that sounds about right. And during those those times I would actually fall asleep on the chair~”

14. Do you enjoy PDA, or are you more private with affection?

Kou:

“PDA all the way. I see absolutely nothing wrong with that, hehe~”

Kuron:

“I don't mind it. Well—not in the present, before, I would withdraw from them for the sake of public image and our career concerns. ”

15. What songs remind you of your relationship?

Kou:

“Ohh what's that one song...you know the one—”

Kuron:

“Theres a few songs that remind us of our relationship actually.”

※Kuron's Edition:

16. Would you ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would they look like?

Kuron:

“Oh yes we did—Though sadly we had to remove them due to the disapproval of our companies back then— But I'm thinking of convincing them again if it's okay to do so now since our relationship has been disclosed, they were very cool and give off a rather dynamic vibe. Kou, do you still have the photos with you?”

Kou:

“I think I still have that thing stored...somewhere...I think...where is it...Ah, found it~”

Kuron:

“...Oh, uh—Please don't question of the... scenario poses—”

17. How well do you communicate? Are you open with your feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

Kou:

“There's not much for us to hide from each other since we're both pretty direct about what we like and don't like. Sometimes I think Kuron's a little too blunt with how he talks and conveys but that's just how he is.”

Kuron:

“Well...it depends, for me. Sometimes I can be too blunt and it'll result to hurting his feelings, when that happens I'll be thrown into the depths of conscience stricken and regret for being too honest...But then again, I'd always prefer to be honest than hide secrets from him. Regardless the consequences I'll be given to bear with later. ”

18. How do you care for each other when one of you are wounded/sick?

Kou:

“Well of course it's a full step process. But normally when he does get sick, there's all the works. Giving him pets, comfort, helping him get comfortable in any way whether it's needing a change of clothing or helping him clean, making sure he's always kept in my arms while I shower him with love and comfort and assurance.” “And not a moment is allowed where I'm going to let him even more more than 2 feet from the bed so I'll tend to everything that he needs.”

Kuron:

“Eh, the usual cliché or all cliché — Tending to his side at all times— If he's that sick to the point of bedridden then I would take a few days of leaves from work or postpone my concert sessions till the later date, stay home and take care of him up till he recovers. With me by his side he wouldn't so much as get wounded as any attacks towards him will be dodged by me in the nick of time.”

19. Do you wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Kou:

“I think we've done that...or I've done that as a gag once before, or a few times but not really that often. He and I have pretty different tastes in style and fashion so there's not much in our closet that we can share with each other.”

Kuron:

“He steals my coat for afternoon naps sometimes, it's weird but I don't mind it—but that's for the purposes of cuddling and nothing to do with fashion. Kou's absolutely right about we have different tastes in style if that's not obvious enough visibly—I like tight fitting clothes that expose skin; he likes loose ones like hoodie that doesn't show off his fitness.”

“Same goes for jewellery, but then again our accessories are pretty constant on us and rarely vary widely. ”

20. How do you comfort each other when one of you are upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

Kou:

“Ahh, heh, I think I'll leave this question to him—”

Kuron:

“...I think I responded a question that comes off quite similar as this—but whatever.”

“Being present is the best form of comfort for somebody—same goes to him. I tend to be next to him or inside the same room with him as a way to show that he's not alone when facing anything. Depends on what kind of upset this is categorized as, if it's the anger, frustrated kind, I'll see if he wants me around because sometimes solitary is craved for one to cool down from a fuss, but if my presence is welcomed, I'll just sit next to him in silence, and attempt to soothe his condition by giving him gentle rubs and strokes on the back until he's calmed down enough to rest his head on my shoulder, a gradual sign that he'd slowly start to chill out.”

“If it's the miserable, dismal kind, a hug is all it takes for him to slowly settle down at ease again, knowing I'm there to care for him and wipe his tears away. Followed by words of affiliation to drive away his worrie—”

“Why can't you retort your part to this question anyway?? Am I that inconsolable to you that you have nothing to spare—”

Kou:

“Well of course you're not. I do all the same too. It's just for me, since I don't have a good track record of comforting at times.”

“But if it's all the same, we both do the same. Giving him a hug when he needs it, or giving him space and time to cool off on his own when he needs to. Though if I'm the one he's upset with, that's a different story hehe.”

“But usually when he's stressed out, which is the main reason, and just overwhelmed, being ever present is the best you could do. Stroking his back, hugging him tight, maybe even treating him to his favourite snack or activities, or even a little gift to take his mind of it.”

“It usually works out is what I can say.”

—𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭—