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Every single boss and mini boss in Hollow Knight makes me irrationally angry actually. Why are they so frustrating.

yeah :) they do be like that actually. unfortunately i think that’s the point asdhslsy you really aren’t meant to be able to beat them first go, just gotta keep trying over and over again and eventually you’ll get the hang of it. i believe in you

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Mystic Messenger Saeran’s AE Thoughts (.......And Prayers..) #Spoilerz

Hello, I just finished Saeran’s after ending and I have a lot of things to say and I am going to write it down while I'm still all keyed up about it.

First of all… Please DO NOT ask me how much money I spent to finish this as fast as I did…. I’m grown but my bank account is certainly going to have a good ole fashioned CHUCKLE at this….. It’s been a long quarantine I deserve a lil happiness as a treat methinks!

I have been playing this absolutely insane game since I think 2016? When I first started playing the deep routes had JUST come out I think? And I was just finishing up high school and am now a college grad...lmao

I’ve played all routes at least once except Jaehee but i’ve seen walkthroughs of her route (I’ve heard it makes you hate Jumin and he’s my favorite so um. hehe). V’s and Saeran’s routes I found to be so emotionally intense and just….a lot and I've been waiting a long ass god damn time for this after ending okay…. I would theorize and make up an ending in my head but i’m no writer so it was hard to figure out lol. I’m a Jumin stan mostly but I love everybody and yeah I should probably play that jumin dlc too but I need like a DAY to recover from Saeran’s AE. Enough about me HERE are my thoughts on it overall

Major Saeran AE Spoilers under da cut!

Can we please discuss V showing up to the C+R conference room with basically chloroform and made everybody Pass Out like??? I was alone in my room at like midnight just SCREAMING at my phone???? And the creepy ass CG ???? It’s like that gif of sarah paulson from ahs being like “I put arsenic in the wine….and the pasta”

Anyway I screamed at V a lot during this process!!

Loved RFA being sweet and kind to saeran (before V fucking drugged them…)

This is such common V behavior “I have to do it all myself...there’s no other way..” GIRL SHUT UPPP You do this every route....

SO many CG’s and I enjoy them a lot

Saeran’s sprite looks a little TOO crisp compared to everyone else but maybe its a glitch??? V next to him is in 480p while saeran is like 1080p

Hearing both Saeran and Saeyoung missing the other brother the whole time??? PAIN. All my homies know is PAIN

BOSS and his V for Vendetta ass guy fawkes mask??? I literally yelled “this game is TERRIBLE!!” several times at my phone

Their dad is so>??????? When he was sitting on the couch with saeyoung in that one CG while simultaneously telling him to kill himself?????????? Maybe chairman han is actually the best dad in this game somehow

When V and Rika were like we’re back together teehee teehee okay pack it up bonnie and clyde ..

When chairman han calls u and says hes jealous of u and saeran…..HUH????? I’m calling HR

When they go to the apartment and see boss and vanderwood and poor saeyoung is sitting there seeing his brother for the first time in years i wanted to D word sooooo bad like PAIN...PAIN….

Can we HAVE A DISCUSSION ABOUT JUMIN HAN BEING THE BEST CHARACTER IN THE GAME AND HE LOST EVERYTHING IN THIS AE……. he just took the blame and moved on jumin what the hell….. I love him so much r we serious? He watched his 2 closest friends betray him in the worst way and found out abt how Rika abused Saeyoung and Saeran???? I felt just AWFUL. Terrible ...Terrible….

Rika’s change in demeanor from Saeran's actual route is certainly a Choice. I find her much more bearable this time around and unfortunately i think I was too nice to her and ended up with a bad end LMFAO

I was happy to see Saeran stand up for himself and become stronger and confident. You go king!

The CG of Yoosung laying in Zen’s lap is everything to me…

HOWEVER YUP I sure did get a bad ending and I was so mad fdsafdskfdhsf ! (I would be happy to clarify how I got the good one the second time.) MAKE SURE To SAVE EARLY in days 2 and 3 bc the branches on day 4 is where the bad end will show up. For me it was the first day 4 chat and then a story mode titled “SAVIOR”.... If you see that RUN FOR THE HILLS!!

I was so mad! But I had saved in day 2 and replayed and MANAGED to get good end

I’m obsessed with everyone calling V and Rika “that psychotic couple” like…..its true its true…

No those two are so toxic… V’s route was torture watching them go on and on about the sun like yo can yall just call each other babe like normal people.

I respect straight people but not V and RIka that shit was just wrong… Straight marriage was a mistake

Oh lord i also FULLY Forgot Rika killed the twins’ mother…. Yeah that scene was um Certainly a lot but it needed to happen eventually

Like it’s good they know but damn that storyline is just so bleak

I think it was satisfying TO A DEGREE….To see Rika understand where she was wrong, why she was wrong, fess up and even APOLOGIZE! I was very surprised.

Saeran and Saeyoung are Certainly twins with the amount that those two self sacrifice in every route MY GOD…..

The scene with Jumin talking to his father and the other scene of him praying oh my god I cannot tell you how happy I was to see him begin to understand and address his own feelings in a route that was not his own. My main problem with Jumin’s route has always been the trapping MC in his penthouse aspect.. This way Jumin understands love and emotions without being overly possessive !!! YAY also loved seeing him be on good terms with his dad who was surprisingly profound

That last Story mode was Really a Lot…. and Strange things occurred which I will get into in just a minute

Jumin becoming a politician is so funny but ngl … i see it.

Yoosung going to france to study pastries ok king I see u! (it made more sense to me than the vet thing anyway)

Lastly Zen FURRY ERA

MY BEEF With the AE

I was happy with how they handled it for the most part. I think Cheritz heard our feedback about V’s after ending and was like okay….let’s try something different

HOWEVER

Saeran…. Sweet kind saeran… IS SO AFFECTIONATE HAHA….

He must have said I love you like 300 times…..very mushy gushy flowery language...and maybe that’s just his personality but for me it was like eating cake with buttercream cake. It means well, but god damn is it sugary and going to cause a stomach ache later.

He was just�� SO MUCH! SO forward and ON all the time in his affections. I honestly felt kind of smothered and by day 3 and 4 I was sooooo over all the compliments… King you’ve come a very long way, but ur still putting MC on a pedestal and probably need to see a therapist.

Nextly….Rika and V….. Naw that knock out gas really ...that hurt lol. Coming from “I would do anything to protect RFA” V? Idk like…. EYE felt betrayed reading that. It was just hurtful. I can’t even imagine how the members would have felt as they were passing out. It was just so cruel. I suppose I understand why but like?? Just TERRIBLE

Them being in cahoots with the agency and the prime minister..HUH??? Also too much

V just felt so irresponsible like I do understand that he ended up in a weird web of secrets that’s hard to untangle but he’s so fucking stubborn he’s SO stubborn it makes me insane. Like sir… It seems like in other routes he wanted to try to protect Rika and the RFA.. But in this AE it seems more to me that he was like yeah i’m protecting Rika and That’s It… so fucking hurtful to me. Both of y’all apologize ESPECIALLY to the twins and Jumin..

The forgiveness thing…… Okay so I think some people will not like that Saeran decided to “forgive” the people who hurt him (Rika, V, Saejoong, his mother). I would point out that I actually think this was approached somewhat well. He says at one point that he doesn’t think they’re good or bad, just people. I think he sounded mature and like this was the way for him personally to accomplish his healing process. Would I have loved for Saeran to flip V and Rika off and kick Saejoong off a cliff? Yea I really would. But like…. If that’s what HE needs to do to heal then who am I to judge?

HOWEVER…. Everything Eye just said goes out the window when the scenes at the end with Saejoong come up… I was PERPLEXED. Like why did he HUG his deranged father who just kicked the shit out of him??? Also all the chat options that MC has with him r like blah blah you’re like this because no one loves you were so corny to me LMFAOOOO?

AND WHEN HE WAS IN THE ROOM LATER WITH SAERAN… i’m sorry but if that were me I would have called a nurse to deck his ass. Cool he turned himself in YOU SUCK SOOOO BAD AND I NEVER WANT YOU TO COME NEAR SAEYOUNG AND SAERAN AGAIN THANKS.

*scratches ass* I wish I got to see saeyoung and saeran finally sit down and have that first conversation after a long time and hug CG but the ending was fine I GUESS….. I dont care about ROMANCE I want those boys to be happy brothers together

Anyway that was really emotionally exhausting but I fr think I got it out of my system after literal years… And I can rest in peace knowing the choi twins are happy. THATS ALL I WANTED TO KNOW!!!!

[lockedstuck]

moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles

April 2021 - Gamzee Makara

You don’t like the way your thoughts proceed on halo, helldog, or haloperidol, or whatever Karbro calls it. After you take it, the world feels blunt, impersonal, and grayscale, like you’re a motherfucking puppet with a head full of straw. Your brother used to love a poem about that, about some guys with straw heads, but mostly about the world ending.

Kurloz liked a lot of motherfucking things before he did nine months in Rikers for cocaine distribution. Originally it was only supposed to be six months, but he got into a fight and got three months added on. When he got out, he was thoughtful and quiet, even a word of acknowledgment seemingly beyond him. You’ll be damned if that ever happens to you, if you let the system hollow you out until you can’t express the simplest serendipity.

Right now you’re sketching your friends, quick sketches with the charcoal set Dr. Levin brought you. One of Karkat having a rare smile for June, one of Sollux and Roxy talking about programming, one of Dr. V addressing the group about healthy coping mechanisms, and one of Porrim braiding Calliope’s hair. You always feel more like yourself when you’re sketching or painting. Fewer thoughts in your head to get jangle-tangled together and create nonsense. You can keep your miracles straight this way.

You’re cool. You’re easy. You’re loose. No snapped strings, heads full of straw, or blasphemies here, no motherfucking way. The ativan caravan marches through your head, sings your sharp edges to sleep. Nurse Dolores knows what’s up, she only makes you take the medications you want to take. Your cognition flies free, like birds in a breeze, a calm going on between your ears.

Roxy turns and grins at you, her face pale as the moon against her dark hoodie and darker lipstick. She has a smile all her own, a knowing smile like the two of you are in on the greatest secret in the world. You wish you knew precisely what that was about, but everyone has their own internal workings. You can’t know and fix everything about everyone all the time. That’s what you were trying to explain to Sollux last night.

He’s a good guy, but he takes too much on. Same for Karkat. They take on everyone’s issues and make them their own. Only the mirthful messiahs should be able to do so much; humans like trying that hard is a minor sacrilege. If the pair of them would just stick to themselves, maybe they wouldn’t be so sick. You’ll fold more flowers for them - paper flowers that banish repetitive, ruminating thoughts.

You like Roxy a lot, though. She dances through each emotion in its totality, riding the waves of her feelings without fear. Okay, maybe not fearlessly, but with more abandon than you would expect. When she looks at you, you feel warmth all the way to your core, the way you are when you’re about to fall asleep all curled up in your sheets.

Speaking of sleep, Dr. V says that if you keep sleeping through the night, and keep what he calls “disruptive outbursts” about the Dark Carnival to a minimum, maybe you’ll get discharged in a couple of weeks. You’re not exactly in any rush to go home. Home means having to fend for yourself, and fewer friends to keep you in good spirits. Besides, Kurloz is home, and for all that he may be your brother, he gives off bad motherfucking vibes. You wish he’d be easy, like old times, but those days are a long way off.

You remember when you used to be able to relax at home. Relax, smoke a joint, sell an eighth or two, and have dinner without having to fend off your brother’s brooding.

Karkat takes the seat next to you, and you clap him on the back. Physical contact may be discouraged here, but there’re no narcs around to encourage law and order at the moment. You think a support team got dispatched to address Feferi wandering around with no clothes on again.

“What’s up?” Karkat asks.

He nevertheless looks preoccupied and far away. That’s unfortunate.

You take another folded flower out of your pocket and hand it to him.

“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts,” you recall from a play you had to read in AP English a couple years ago. You can’t exactly remember what the play’s about, but stray lines here and there stick out to you like a sore thumb. Except neither of your actual thumbs are sore.

“That’s from Hamlet, isn’t it?” Karkat asks, shaking his head at you. “What’re you, the bard of 3 East?”

Now you’re not certain about that, but you’ll take it.

“Someone’s gotta be, ain’t they? I got more poetry if you want it.”

Karkat sighs. “Yeah, lay it on me, Makara. Dr. Vandayar told me I’m not getting discharged next week so I’m not feeling great at the moment.”

Poor Karbro looks like he’s full of thunderstorms. Maybe a calm vista will quiet him down. You pull a few lines of poetry free from your memory.

“I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach... I have heard the mermaids singing each to each... I do not think that they will sing to me.”

“Go on,” Karkat says, looking all at once pensive and a little sad.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves... Combing the white hair of the waves blown back... When the wind blows the water white and black,” you recite. Now, Roxy, Calliope, and Porrim have stopped to listen to you. You go on, establishing a proper rhythm.

“We have lingered in the chambers of the sea... by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown... ‘till human voices wake us, and we drown.” When no one says anything, you interject, “That’s the end of the fuckin’ poem, y’all.”

“It’s beautiful,” Porrim whispers. “Did you write that?”

You shake your head in the negative. “Naw, that’s some other motherfucker’s ideas outta my mouth. I wrote a couple of my own lines last night if you wanna hear ‘em, though.”

“Sure,” Calliope says, smiling and clapping her hands once.

“My muse distills my melancholy, pins it to the corkboard with a tack. She presses down upon the pigments, bleeds my blues into the boldest black.”

Even Karkat looks surprised. He narrows his eyes at you.

“If you don’t go study art or literature, or something along that line, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Ain’t no need to resort to murder, brother,” you reply. “And while I’d like to go sit in a motherfucking college somewhere, I ain’t got shit for tuition.”

“If I have to take up a goddamn collection, I am sending your ass to college. Tout-suite.”

You guess now is not the time to inform him that you straight up flunked outta college after you kept forgetting to go to class. You sat in the grass memorizing poetry and sketching the first dandelions of March, which got in the way of your learning anything or taking your exams, or any of the shit college students are supposed to do. You didn’t mean to forget, but you’ve never been great at any routine shit.

And you’ve always had a knack for going where your thoughts take you. When you were a kid, you would leave the house and walk up and down the streets of Harlem unattended. Your grandmother used to read you the riot act for doing something so reckless and nonsensical. Later, during your hospitalizations, you learned that the way your thoughts stuttered and tangled was called schizophrenia, and doctors medicated you accordingly. They called your prophecies delusion, and you beg(ged) to differ.

The medications ground your thought process to a stuttering halt. You hated it. You hated being cut off from yourself. So you stopped taking your meds. And here you are again, with your strange thoughts and remembrances.

“Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio,” Karkat murmurs.

You grin at him. He understands more than he lets on.

June winks at you, and then walks away to the women’s side of the unit, presumably to call her father. She calls him every day at 8 am and 3 pm, like clockwork. Karkat gazes at her as she walks away, the back of her short dress fluttering behind her.

“June looks nice today,” you say to him.

 He stops staring and glances at you for a moment.

“Yeah, um, she looks nice every day,” he replies. “Not that I make it my business to notice.”

You point to the delicate paper flower he has in his hand. “Sometimes the most miraculous thing you can fuckin’ do is give another person a taste of serendipity.”

Roxy smiles her cheshire cat smile from her seat by the television.

“That’s right, Crabby. Dontcha think June deserves her very own miracle?”

Karkat reddens, looks at the flower in his hand, and takes off for the women’s side.

“Hey, Egbert!” he shouts. “I have something for you.”

By the time you see June again, she’s wearing the small red flower in her hair. Roxy gives you a satisfied little nod, then asks you if you’d like her to put your hair in braids.

“I’m not as good as Pomary with hair, but I’m alright, I guess. Your hair looks like some birds took up residence in it, dude.”

“Why, thank you,” you reply. You take a seat at her feet, after she grabs her comb, brush, hair grease, and spray bottle out of sharps.

She’s right. She’s not a thing like Pomary when it comes to braiding. You’re used to the gentle motions of Porrim’s hands as she manipulates flowers into your hair, but Roxy tugs great fistfuls of your hair into twists. It feels nice, like she’s tethering you to the present, to the here and now.

You tell her that, thank her for bringing you back, and she blushes crimson.

“Aw, I’m not tryna do all of that,” she responds. “Just tryna work through my anxiety. Dolores gave me an ativan an hour ago, and I don’t feel it yet.”

Roxy bends low, and plants a kiss on your forehead, right where your skin meets your greasepaint. Her lips are the softest thing you’ve ever felt.

She keeps braiding, manipulating your hair into cornrows. With Roxy near you, you don’t necessarily have to be a prophet or an apostate of the mirthful messiahs. You don’t have to deliver special messages to special people. You can just be Gamzee Motherfucking Makara, doing you as per usual.

[newcaptainofsquad9]

So When Can We Tell The World? {3} Min Yoongi x black! fem! reader

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Summary: With the Grammys only a few days away, Yoongi and the guys have to promote their appearance there along with you. Yoongi apologies for his actions last night, which you don’t fully accept, but decide to anyway, since you don’t want to have any bad omens going into your Grammy performance with him. Little did you know that Yoongi will make things worse during his V live with Hoseok.

  Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Idol-verse, Smut

Word Count: 1,667

Author’s Note: I seriously don’t know how long this fic will be, but we shall see. I’ll put this entire series in it’s own master-list once I finish it, so you guys can find it in one place. As always, I hope you guys enjoy this and send in your BTS or EXO requests my way. Thanks!

The bed shifts as the morning sun pours in from the adjacent window. My eyes open to see Yoongi up in front of the mirror, buttoning up his black flannel. He turns slightly to catch my eye, forcing me to duck my head down to focus on the cerulean sheets below. Shooky remains in the middle of my bed where I put him with that eager grin, yet I don’t see RJ. 

“Yoongi, where’s RJ?”

I search under and over the covers, not seeing the fluffy white alpaca anywhere. 

“Check the floor,” Yoongi grumbles, “I think I might have accidentally kicked him from the bed last night.”

I sit up to find the stuffed alpaca near my dresser, smiling sweetly, although, I imagine there had to be some pain failing from the bed. 

“Why are you so petty?” I groan, “wait till I tell Jin-”

The feeling of Yoongi’s lips on mine cuts me off. It’s so abrupt that I have to hold onto the dresser and RJ for dear life as he deepens it. His hands move to hold my waist, giving it a light squeeze once his lips continue to move against my own. I pull back to catch my breath with a hand on his chest. 

“Yoongi.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I’m sorry about making you feel so anxious and most importantly making you cry.”

The way he frowns with his eyebrows down and eyes intense with love makes me melt. He doesn’t understand why I couldn’t come out as his girlfriend to the world, but I can let it go for now. The Grammys are two days away and I don’t want any bad blood between us.

“Y/N?” he asks, “you there babe?”

I perk up as he presses his forehead against mine. 

“Hm, yeah,” I say, “I forgive you.”

“You sure?” he asks leaning in further, “I can make it up to you.” 

“Yoongi, you don’t have t-”

His lips are on me again, hips pressing into me to elicit a gasp as I fall back against the bed. My hands find his hair, combing through it easily while our mouths move in a delicate manner as Yoongi’s own hands start to travel. I pull away from his lips once his fingers discover the waistband of my pajamas, pulse racing from our makeout.

“Yoongi, are the guys still here?” I ask. 

Yoongi nods as his lips trace along my jaw.

“We have to leave soon,” he whispers, “but I always have time to make you feel good.”

His breath makes me shudder, yet I can’t help but to tease him. 

“You do, but recently time has not been great,” I say, “we’re both promoting a lot, you especially.”

Yoongi travels back to my face before pressing a quick, yet deep kiss to my lips.

“We’ll get more time, I promise,” he vows.

“Yoongi, I don’t want you to halt your career for me.”

“Don’t say that,” he says, “you know I’d slow down for you.”

He’s got that look again: intense black eyes on me filled with so much passion that I can die right now. 

“I know you would, but we’re good, ok?”

Yoongi nods and I seal our deal with another kiss. He adds more heat as his lips trail down to my neck again, fingers moving to the string of my pants again. 

“Yoongi-”

“Let me, you deserve something for me being an idiot yesterday,” he explains, “would you rather me use my fingers or mouth?”

I bite down on my lip to suppress a moan. 

“Yoongi, the boys are still here,” I say.

“I don’t give a damn,” Yoongi growls, “I’ll make you come if you want.”

I laugh at his tone.

“God, when you say it like that,” I moan, “use that tongue technology to good use Yoongi.”

Yoongi licks his lips, already on his knees as I sit up to remove my pants. He beats me to the punch, yanking them down with ease, leaving me bare to him. Before I can say anything, his mouth meets my core, giving it an agonizing lick. 

“Yoongi!”

My hands grip his hair as he starts to go faster working at my clit in hard laps, sucking it prior to continuing. I toss my head back as the moans grow and grow, almost following my release. 

“Keep going Yoon-fuck I’m close,” I groan.

Yoongi bobs his head, making eye contact with me as his tongue continues. 

“Ah! Yoongi!” 

Yoongi’s licks slow down, yet he doesn’t let up as he laps up my release while holding my shaky thighs. I try to steady my rapid heart while he kissing back up my thighs and casually drags my pants back up to my waist. He gives me a wink and a bright smile as he leans over me. 

“How was that?”

I answer him by bringing my arms around him. He melts into the embrace instantly. 

“It was perfect,” I say, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

...

{Yoongi’s P.O.V}

I can’t help but smile at the thought of Y/N being satisfied. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her glow that bright, God who needs a Grammy nomination when I got that in my life? 

“Ah! What are you all smiley about?”

I glance up and there’s Hoseok with the bowl of noodles he said he went to heat up five minutes ago. I didn’t even notice him return to my room of the hotel with his loud ass slurping. 

“Do you have to slurp so damn loud?” I ask. 

Hoseok shrugs as he plops down on the carpet floor beside me. 

“Oh, like how you were with Y/N this morning?” 

I look dead at him, ready to make him choke on those God damn chopsticks.

“What?” I ask. 

Hoseok chuckles before putting a large glop of noodles into his mouth. 

“You and Y/N, well at least Y/N was loud as hell,” he explains, “would you like me to reenact it?”

“Hobi please, don-”

It’s too late. He’s already opening his big mouth.

“Oh! Oh Yoongi! I’m close Yo-”  

I lean back to try to kick him in the side, yet he’s a bit quicker, being able to hop up before I can get a hit on him. 

“Got to be quicker than that,” he says, “can’t hit me with those canoe feet!”

I roll my eyes.

“Just shut up and sit down so we can do this V live,” I growl, “and Y/N doesn’t sound like that!”

“Oh I’m sure she doesn’t, but that’s all we heard while Jin was cooking this morning,” Hoseok says while taking out his phone, “hey it was better than hearing his jokes all morning.”

I shove him.

“Just start the fucking video already!” I scold.

Hoseok does once he leans it up onto it’s mini stand, sits back and continues to chow on his noodles. I stay eased with a hand against my palm, watching as the views rack up from fifty to a couple thousand and counting. Purple and red hearts fill the screen with a horde of comments. Hoseok perks up to wave, his mouth still full so I have to be the one to welcome ARMY. 

“Hi! Welcome ARMY!” I greet with a huge smile. 

Hoseok slurps up nosily and swiftly and follows my lead. 

“Hi ARMY! How are you?”

I smirk as the comments roll, roll and roll.

They read:

J-Hope I love you!

Where are the other guys?

Hey Yoongi!

I love you Min Yoongi, will you marry me?

I blink at the last comment as Hoseok goes into his usual bright self. 

“Aw, I love you guys too!” he shouts. 

“I’m sorry,” I say, “I’m taken.”

 As soon as the words leave my mouth Hoseok’s is wide open as his eyes are on me. My heart hammers against my ribs, it, along with Hoseok realizing what I just did. I just realized what I just did. 

“Oh shit,” I say. 

Hoseok closes his mouth prior to replacing his shock with a tiny grin.  

“Gotta go ARMY, bye!” he says. 

His finger is swift, yet the comments flashed anyway:

Yoongi’s WHAT?!

I fucking knew one of them where taken!

Damn! I know Jin got a family somewhere, but Yoongi?!

It better not be Halsey!

Look at their faces, dude!

WHO IS IT!

“Yoongi, what the fuck!” Hoseok growls, “do you realize the shit you’ve just pulled?”

I don’t answer, yet I know. All I can do is stand to alleviate the burning in my chest. Y/N’s going to kill me and after what I promised. Fuck. 

“Yoongi,” Hoseok rises with concern, “are you ok?”

I shake my head and place my hands on my head. 

“I fucked up Hobi, I fucked up!”

Namjoon and Jin step into our room, making me frustrated even more. 

“What happened?” Namjoon asks.

“I just fucked it up with Y/N,” I groan into my hands. 

“How?” Jin asks, “you fucked her good didn’t y-”

“Hyung!” Namjoon warns, “not the time!”

“He responded to a few ARMY during our V live,” Hoseok explains, “he accidentally dropped the fact that he was in a relationship.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen before he glares down at me. It’s not that he didn’t believe Hoseok, he just wants validation from me. I nod numbly as I curl into a ball on the floor near the bed. 

“Oh, Hyung,” Namjoon soothes, “we’ll fix this, but we-”

He pauses to think for a moment prior to continuing. 

“We’re gonna have to contact PD,” he admits, “he’ll know how to deal with it.”

“What about Y/N?” I ask, “she can’t find out.”

Jin frowns. 

“Does she stay on Twitter often?” he asks.

“Forget Twitter!” I growl, “this’ll be all over the internet, all because of my carelessness!”

“Yoongi, chill,” Namjoon reassures, “it’s gonna be fine. If anything major happens we’ll be there with you and Y/N, don’t worry.”

I accept Namjoon’s advice as always, yet the burning sensation continues to build. 

[theyanderespecialist]

[Hello My Sexy Readers, here with another chapter this one with my co author and her as a male I hope you all enjoy and stay sexy!]

(Vlad's pov)

I looked out the castle window as I removed my armor seeing a a cart of new slaves come in as I looked at them as I looked back to my map as I got up to head to bed, I would check on them.

The next morning I woke up and got ready as I headed down as I hear multiple hushed voices.

"Am.. America?"

"Yes.."

"do.. you have family?"

"An older grandparent.. I don't even know what happened to them..last thing I did was fight with them because he would not let me leave the house unless it was for church, I just ..wanted to explore. Guess I got that wish huh?"

I walked in and am shocked to see a stunning man with such soft features. I wanted him.

"Who is this one." I order the Guard.

"Huh? Oh uh..number--"

"not the number the name."

"No idea, you there, what's your name?"

"M-Me? M-Mark.." he said softly as he shrunk back

"He will be my personal slave." I say. "And I will train him, let him go gently."

He looked at me shocked, fear also in his eyes as the man grabbed him as he led him to me as the others looked at him also scared as I look into his eyes before I dragged him away as he tried to keep up with me as I glanced back at him every now and then as he would look at me scared

I bring him to a private chambers where he stood.

"From this day forth you will be my concubine I am king so I can get away with this. You will dress as a woman and in public go by the name Marie in trade for this you will be fed everyday three times a day and be cared for you will also have these chambers to call your own. Do well and be rewarded." I tell him.

"I- okay." He says and I smile lifting his chin.

"The sex will be rough but please me and I will never hurt you outside it I am a man who likes rough sex and I only want you I will be loyal to you and lay with no other. I will only make love to you my sweet. Do you swear yourself to me?" I ask.

(I can see this being done in multiple parts ending with you as Queen of Romania and maybe even a vampire >:3)

He looked at me as he looked away as he suddenly seemed nervous.

"..f-f-forgive me.. b-but I.. I.." he took his hands, gripping one arm tight enough that his hand was turning white.

"I-I..I d-don't know.. ho-how I feel ab-about b-being..a g-glorified sex s-slave.. I.." he stopped as I noticed his eyes were watering. "I-I..never h-have laid with anyone, I-I always thought. .that my first time would be of love.."

(Yass and oof hitting him with hat glorified sex slave)

"Who says I do not love you?" I ask. "And if you need me to prove it I will earn your love before I lay with you."

(XD dracula melts when he sees you tear up he will wait for some time)

(Good anytime Mark doesn't want anything to happen he'll just start crying xD Like "I don't want to wear chains this time it hurts my skin and leaves marks" and just start crying)

(XD Pretty much )

"I-I would like to wait..." He says.

I nod and leave him to have the maids get him clothes.

-One Year Later-

(Mark's POV)

It has been a year and no matter what I did I was never hurt or forced upon and now I was in love with the king. I was still afraid that it would hurt. I did not want it to hurt. I am going to see the king as he returned from the war today and I know I needed to see him when I had heard the lie he died I felt like my world fell apart and that is when I knew I loved him so much. Well..how much of it was love was debatable..with fear playing a large role. I have seen what he was capable. Another issue was..his wife, she killed herself. I ran in to see him sitting on his throne his face harsh. He was..different. while he used to have this look of kindness, was now replaced with icy cold glares.

"V-Vlad .?"

(I can see mark still being afraid and for good reason too)

(true)

He looked at me and smiled softly urging me to come forward. Even though he was more hard he still was kind to me. I sigh in relief and walked up to him even though I was afraid I was worried for him. I want to help him. I got on my knees in front of him as I lay my head on his knee as he stroked my hair.

"Vlad. I.. I'm sorry about Elizebeta.." I said softly as tears once more formed in my eyes. I was surprisingly close to her.

"It's alright..I know you were just as affected by her death as anyone else." He said as I was a little confused. Why..didn't he mention himself?

"My king ..what can I do for you?"

"Just be here, be close." He says. "Your the only truly good thing in this world, just being able t be near you eases my mind."

I nodded and bit my lip and took a deep breath. I love him I do so I pull down his pants and took his cock in my hands. He needed this and I do love him as much as I can I want to be able to be close to him and satisfy him as well. He jumped suddenly as I pull back fearing I had upset him and offended him so soon after his wife..

"I-I'm sorry! I truly am, I didn't think sir!" I apologized as I waited to be yeld at.

"No I want you to, I did not love my wife I only ever truly loved you but never forced you because I wanted you to love me." He says speaking so softly.

"I do Vlad, I love you as much as I can and I want to be close to you." I say more confident.

"Touch me my love." He orders and I smile softly and take him back in my hand and he moaned. I blushed and became more confident in this stroking him.

(Readers tyrants as yanderes either go two ways very violent with their darling or oddly and more likely most times very soft. This is why Vlad is soft with Mark as he never felt this love for anyone it is that powerful)

(Aw love can be formed even when you know..you threaten them)

I blushed as I picked up my pace, feeling him grow harder in my hand as I pulled him into a kiss as he grabbed my hair a little rough. I smile in it he did warn me a year ago it would be rough. He never lied to me. I smile and kiss him back and then pull away and lean down licking the tip of his cock. However the sweet soft teasing kisses and licks didn't last long as he grabbed the back of my head as he suddenly forced my head down causing me to take him to the base as I hit his thighs in warning as tears rushed down my face as I started to gag.

He pulled my head back up a bit and stroked my hair. I slowly bobbed my head to get used t it and took more each time I went down.

(Remember he is bigger than mark and when mark is erect he is 12 inches XD)

(Yeah there's no.way mark wouldn't vomit with a straight deep throat)

(not unless he has no gag reflex)

However I did make up for it by stroking whatever wasn't in my mouth.

(Which is the opposite, I have a terrible gag reflex no matter how much I deep throat so marks no different

(XD That sucks)

He smiled. "Your so good for me~" He says. "You teased me so long looking so damn beautiful everyday. I wanted to take you and make love to you in every room."

I blushed darkly as I unconsciously without even realizing it, let put a moan as I took more of him. I couldn't explain it in any other way than..I was desperate for his admiration and for his compliments.

(It's like when a dog gets praised xD)

(Mark needs that sweet talk it turns him on~ ;3)

I grew hard at those compliments and started to suck harder he gripped my hair and came in my mouth.

"Drink every drop good girl~!" He cries out and I do just that swallowing it all.

He then stands up and picks me up and I knew tonight I would not be a virgin anymore. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Part one is done we hope you all enjoyed this chapter and stay sexy all our sexy reader~] 

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The Tell-Tale Heart: Literary Criticism Full Text

The Tell-Tale Heart

TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly[1] I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture[2] --a pale blue eye, with a film over it.[3] Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen[4] know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye.[5] And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand[6] moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity.[7] I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! [8]--it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.

It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.

And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?[9] --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve[10] would trouble me no more.

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.

I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings.[11] I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha!

When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled, --for what had I to fear?[12] I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.[13]

No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God![14] What could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

Works Cited

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________________ [1]  The narrator suggests that the calmness with which he can narrate the story serves to represent proof of his sanity. [2] Vultures are creatures which feast on the dead. Here, Poe alludes to the tale’s heavy focus on death. The focus on the vulture’s eyes, which Poe historically used in tales like Ligeia and The Black Cat to represent power and moral authority, further suggests the narrator’s murderous coping mechanism as a reaction to his fear of being exposed. [3] The cloudiness of the symbolic eye suggests that the author believes the man’s sense of morality is blurred. [4] The only indication of the narrator’s gender suggests they are male. [5] The symbol of the Evil Eye dates back to Ancient Greece and is a stare that is believed to bring bad luck for the person at whom it is directed for cause of envy or dislike. [6]  Here, and three times again afterwards, Poe uses references to watches to indicate time as a function of increased tension. [7] Meaning foresight, keen perception; the ability to make good judgments [8] Poe relies heavily on using dashes throughout this paragraph. The overuse of dashes within the depiction of the old man’s final moments encapsulates the sporadic and garbled thought processes of the fearful old man and contrasts them to the sporadic and garbled thought processes of his hysterical murderer. [9] The narrator is aware of the madness he is projecting, and thus, continuously aims to convince the reader otherwise. His need to quell the audience’s skepticism explains his obsessive attempts at getting readers to not only trust, but also revere him. [10] Meaning to breathe or to live. Derived from Hebrew. [11] The narrator’s decision to hide the body beneath the floorboards metaphorically suggests the guilt he is attempting to smother in his subconscious. [12] The narrator’s misconstrued perception of his own reality creates situational irony. [13] Here, Poe's narrator suffers from a paranoid misperception of reality, which is a trait characteristic of schizophrenia. [14] Throughout the text, Poe relies heavily on exclamation points as tools of conveying the narrator’s heightened emotions. In the final paragraph, the use of twenty five exclamatory statements is used to further depict the narrator’s increasing levels of guilt-induced hysteria.

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Arthur Morgan X F.Reader: The shadows of my past - Part 4

Finally! Here comes part 4 of “The shadows of my past”  This time you will find a link to a song at the beginning of the story.

I want to thank everyone for the likes, reblogs and comments! Thank you very much, dear ones!!! 🌷🌼

Please excuse my mistakes. English isn´t my native language 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Warning: Fluff, NSFW and later violence, Mention of sexual violence

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The shadows of my past - part 4

Dragon Age Inquisition - Love theme

Arthur became speechless after your confession. You were married? He stopped it to caress you through your hair and you could instantly feel how tense he became. You slowly pulled yourself out of his embrace and looked at him uncertainly, and Arthur looked deep into your eyes. It was almost as if he wanted to seek in your eyes for the truth to understand why you had run away. "Why did you run away, darling?" You had to sigh softly and your gaze went down for a moment. It wasn´t easy for you to talk about your past, but you also knew it was unhealthy to keep it quiet. The negative feelings that had been buried in you for years, had left a deep wound in you. How many times did you cry alone at night? And for hours, because you had this sad sense of self-hatred and fear while feeling lonely and alone. "He... did bad things to me, Arthur. His name is... Jeffrey Hantoon. Main is my mother's name. I didn´t want to be Mrs. Hantoon anymore..." Your words were just a whisper, but Arthur had understood every word and he had to swallow hard when he heard that. Your eyes showed him that there were many scars in your soul. Many scars that you had hidden for years and now burst and bleed again. That's what happened to him. Arthur didn´t know if he would bear the truth, but he couldn´t and wouldn´t let you down now. Not now, where you needed him, because you had been with him when he had sought comfort in your arms. "Come here" Arthur whispered, pulling you back into his arms.

You cuddle up to his warm chest as Arthur strokes your hair and you closed your eyes to listen to the sound of his heartbeat. Where should you start with your story? There were many things to tell, but many things weren´t easy to bear, especially not for you. The memories of your marriage to Jeffrey Hantoon were more than disgusting. You had to sigh again when you just opened your mouth to say something, but a thick knot was forming in your throat. "I... it's not easy to talk about it, Arthur." "I know...", he replied and kissed your temple tenderly. Over and over again, while his hand stroked your arm. "You don´t have to justify yourself, Y/N. Everyone has secrets." Arthur whispered. "I'm afraid of him, Arthur. I'm afraid he'll find me someday." You clung to his shirt and you felt how tight Arthur was hugging you. "He will kill me, Arthur. I dared to hurt him and to leave him. I took his son away from him, but I had no choice but to flee, Arthur. I couldn´t stand it anymore. I couldn´t stand the endless insults and violence anymore." Joseph knew nothing of all these things and he was never allowed to know! The only thing you ever told to Joseph was that his dad was dead and that was a lie. But what choice did you had? If Joseph knew that his father was still alive, then he would constantly ask for him and want to see him too. But you couldn´t let that happen!

Jeffrey was violent and very dangerous and Joseph shouldn´t become like his father. Never! When you got married five years ago, the world was fine. You were happy with Jeffrey because he was very loving at the beginning of your relationship. He was older than you, to be exact, fifteen years older. Back when you were married, you were only 22 years old and you didn´t care. Jeffrey had been a charming, handsome man and he had conquered your heart. When he once made you so many promises and you were so naive. You were once in love with him and immediately married him after he proposed to you. But shortly after your wedding, the violence started. He beat you, threatened you, cursed you... For two years, you had to go through this pain, but at some point, you couldn´t stand it anymore. You were afraid for the life of your child and your own life. Jeffrey had beaten Joseph before and you would never forgive this monster. "I was so stupid, Arthur. I'd forgiven him over and over again, and he always telling me it was the last time he hit me and he never wanted to do that. He wasn´t in control of his anger!" You still couldn´t understand why you stayed with him for so long. But you were afraid. Afraid of the consequences that would have come upon you, if you had dared to leave him. Arthur listened to you very carefully and didn´t interrupt you. He tried to stay calm, but in his soul, he screamed aloud. Anger and disgust for your tormentor blazed in him, like a fire that devoured everything in him. "There was always something wrong with what I did. There had been a certain order at home and if this was not kept, well..." You had to gasp softly and you rolled your eyes. The memories of his rules were so ridiculous. Jeffrey was ridiculous and that made you shake your head and break you out of Arthur's embrace. You rose from your seat and walked a little restless on the porch. Your eyes remained fixed on the floor as you nervously bite your fingernails and think about what secrets you might reveal. Arthur didn´t take his bright eyes away from you as you stood in front of him and he had to admit that he was worried about you. He had never seen you so lost...

"One night, it was very awful", you said quietly and you felt your eyes fill with tears. You would never forget that awful night three years ago in your entire life. "He came home late at night and I was already asleep, but he came into the bedroom, came to me and started to touch me... I woke up and I could smell that he was drunk." He had stunk of alcohol and tobacco and sweat... it had just been disgusting. You could hear Arthur sigh heavily. He wasn´t prepared for what you told him. "I told him that I wasn´t in the mood, but he insisted. I'm his wife and I had to fulfill my duties..." Your voice trembled and you suddenly burst into tears. You didn´t have to say anything anymore, because Arthur understood and he could already imagine how that story ended. "That night, I left this house with my son." You turned to Arthur and looked at him with a sad expression that almost killed him. Until today, he hadn´t realized how deeply hurt your soul was. "And Joseph thinks his father is dead?" You nod and went back to Arthur to sit next to him. "Yes", you whispered. You felt nothing but hate for your husband. You hate this monster from the bottom of your heart. "And he must never know he's alive, Arthur. Never!" You looked Arthur in the eyes and your expression was full of worry and fear. The handsome man stroked carefully with the back of his hand over your cheek, as you tell him more details. "I fled, Arthur. I took his money and left the house with Joseph. I didn´t know where to go, but I knew he would kill me and probably my son!" It has been a very difficult time for you but you did it well and now you were here. Three years later. It hadn´t been easy, but you had fought for your son and for your freedom. "I wasn´t his wife Arthur. I was his property. An object to satisfy his needs." When Arthur heard that, he closed his eyes and swallowed hard because your words were hard to bear. "That god damn animal!", growled Arthur and you reached for his hand as soon as you realize he got angry. "Arthur... please don´t", you whispered and looked at him worried. You couldn´t endure it when a man got angry. Your experience with Jeffrey had left it with great fears. Of course, you knew that Arthur would never let his anger or annoyance out on you, but it would take a long time for you to completely lose that fear. "I´m sorry, darling, but... what you're telling me is making me very angry! Angry at that son of a bitch who treated you like dirt!"

Carefully, Arthur grabbed your tender shoulders and he looked at you worried, while he was still processing your words in his head. "My God... I wish you had never had to go through this." Tears ran down your cheeks, but you had to smile. Arthur was so incredibly lovely. "Me too, Arthur", you whispered and you leaned your forehead against him, while he placed his arms around your back and moving his fingers gently over your spine. His fingers ran through your hair and you could see in his eyes how much he suffers with you. "I'll never let anything happen to you or Joseph, Y/N" Arthur whispered. "I know, Arthur." "I love you, Y/N. More than you can imagine." You snuggled into his strong arms and closed your eyes, knowing that you could trust him ...

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The first rays of the sun fell through the window into your bedroom and danced on your skin. A soft gasp of pleasure could be heard from your mouth, while Arthur lay between your legs and satisfied you with his full lips and his tongue. His tongue slipped between your wet folds and you lay relaxed on your back while you enjoyed his touches this morning. "Arthur", you gasped softly as you stroking him through his dirty blond hair. You had to smile at the feeling of his beard, which felt a little rough on your skin, but that didn´t bother you. When Arthurs's tongue found your swollen pearl and he began to suck on it, you had to gasp with pleasure and for Arthur, this was the most beautiful sound. "Arthur", you whispered again and your hips pressed against his mouth and when you believed that this feeling couldn´t be more intense, he took your legs and put them on his strong shoulders and you thought you would lose your mind. Your head fell back into the pillow and you had to gasp hard because what Arthur did was the purest seduction. It hadn´t taken long and an incredible orgasm flowed through your body. You could hear him moaning softly and with pleasure, and he couldn´t stop satisfying you this way. He enjoyed it so much. He sucked on your swollen clit and introduced two fingers into your wet and soft pussy. "A-Arthur... Ahhh!" His eyes were full of lust and as he looked up at you, he purred at the sight of your trembling body. You were so beautiful and he enjoyed watching the pleasure in your face. He came up to you and his warm, strong body lay down on yours. Your arms wrapped around his broad neck, your legs opened for your beloved one and he slid into you with a powerful thrust...

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"How will we continue, Arthur? With our relationship? " Your question was just a whisper as you gently stroke his soft chest hair and listening to the beat of his heart. Arthur had heard every word and he had to admit that he didn´t know. He loved you and Joseph very much and the thought of losing you was unbearable to him. His fingers moved gently over your arm, again and again, while he looked up at the ceiling in thought and sighed softly. He had to admit that Dutch's idea of ​​Tahiti and all that shit was just a delusion. Slowly but surely, everything fell, like a god damn house of cards. Arthur realized, that he and the others risked their lives for a dream that simply had no future. But now, here he was with you and you were his future. A future that was realistic. You were also his presence and you were the woman he loved. Should he give it all up for Dutch's dreams? For Dutch's madness? Dutch only did things that put Arthur and the others in mortal danger. Arthur had already given up so much for him, but now he had to and wanted to be selfish and think of himself. To think of you and Joseph. You were part of his life now and he wouldn´t throw it away. "I don´t want to lose you, Y/N." Arthur whispered, and you looked up at him. His eyes looked deep into yours and you said nothing, enjoying that intimate moment with him. His eyes revealed so much to you and you couldn´t put into words what you were feeling right now. "For years, I was afraid to start loving a woman again... I was afraid of losing a family again, and I wouldn´t endure that a second time." His words moved you to tears and you snuggled up to his chest, closing your eyes and whispering to him that he would never lose you, for you too loved him and can´t imagine a life without him. "I need time, Y/N. Time and money, then I can disappear. I´ll start a new life, an honest life. With you and Joseph."

Arthur didn´t know the meaning of an honest life but that was the only thing he wanted. A life without being constantly on the run from the law. The life of a normal man who works on a farm and takes care of his animals. This thought was very beautiful and he knew that this life was close enough and he wouldn't throw away this opportunity. The woman he desired and loved lay in his arms. Her son was like his child. Life had given him a second chance and he wasn´t allowed to lose it. "Before you came into my life, there was so much chaos in me... so much anger and loneliness. I was lost, Y/N. But since you are with me, I see everything with different eyes. Suddenly, everything makes sense... and I wake up. And I´m glad, Y/N. After all these years, I'm happy." You had to smile when Arthur said that to you. It flatters you to hear that. "You know how to talk to a woman, Arthur", you said and you lay down on his body, looking into his surprised face. "What?" You asked and smirked at his questioning expression. "Hell, no! I have no idea how to talk to women." Arthur was convinced of that, but you just shook your head with a smile and stroked his hair with your tender fingers. "That's not true, darling. You're very charming, Arthur. Passionate and tender.", you said quietly and Arthur had to swallow. For real? Was he like that? He looked a bit shy aside and he had to smile. "If you say so..." "I mean it, Arthur." You chuckled and kissed his cheek. You would love to spend the whole day in this bed with Arthur, but you both had obligations to fulfill.

Arthur had to leave after breakfast since he had a few orders that unfortunately could not be moved. Of course, you could understand it and you knew that Arthur would soon return to you. Of course, you were worried about him, because you could well imagine that his orders were not without danger. But you could do nothing but hope that he would come back to you. It was always hard for you both when he had to leave. The dangers weren´t to be underrated. "Please take care of yourself, Arthur, and come back to me", you said, looking up at him with concern as he held you in his arms and smiled. He smiled a little hurt. He was aware that he risked a lot, but soon he could disappear with you and Joseph. Once and for all. "Of course, darling. Don´t worry about me." Arthur cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead and then his lips gently touched yours. "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Arthur." He smiled and said goodbye to Joseph before leaving the house and making his way to Shady Bell. Neither of you assumes what disaster would break over you...

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It was late at night and Joseph was already in bed. You were not tired yet and you were a bit worried about Arthur. You didn´t know why, but something just didn´t let you sleep. You sat on your couch and held a novel in your hand. You had taken the book to turn your thoughts in a different direction, but you didn´t succeed. Sighing, you closed the book and put it next to you on the couch. "Maybe some tea will help me to relax." Chamomile tea to calm your nerves. You rose from your place and went to the kitchen to boil water for your tea. Your stomach contracted painfully and it felt so uncomfortable. A soft sigh escaped you again as you stroked your belly. You remind yourself that you just had to keep calm and you told yourself that Arthur would be fine and that he would come back soon.

Your tea was finally ready and you poured it into a cup. When you wanted to go back to your living room, suddenly and without any warning, a stranger grabbed your body and held you tight on his body. The cup slipped out of your hand and fell to the ground. The liquid content wetted the floor and you wanted to scream, but your mouth was shut and you had no chance to free yourself from the iron grip of this stranger. Fear and horror made your body tremble and you got panicked. All you could think about was Joseph, who slept peacefully in his room. "Ssst! Stay calm, Y/N!" You immediately recognized this voice and it made your blood run cold. Your eyes widen with horror and you whimpered by fear. You just couldn´t believe that he found you - It was your husband and he was capable of anything. "Did you really thought I wouldn´t find you?! You little bitch!", he growled and his hot breath touched your ear, causing your body to shudder with fear. You clung tight in his arm and tried to loosen his grip around your shoulders, but you didn´t succeed. "You're coming home with me Mrs. Hantoon!" You haven´t been Mrs. Hantoon in a long time! You were Miss Main! But you knew that Jeffrey left you no choice. But you would fight for your freedom and your child. You would never go back to this hell! You bit his hand and he cursed, taking his hand from your mouth and let you finally catch your breath. "Let me go, Jeffrey! I won´t go with you!" "Oh you will and I will have my son with me again!" He pushed you hard to the ground and approached you. When you turn around and look up at him, you recognize him. He had barely gotten older, but you could see in his expression the dark soul he carried in his body. "Because you belong to me, Y/N! You are my wife and you will exactly do what I tell you!" "No! I'm not your property, you son of a bitch!" You had to find a way to escape from here and bring Joseph to safety. How had Jeffrey found you? But the answer to this question would soon dissolve. Sam Green and Elkanah Jones entered the house and you immediately recognized them. You understood what was going on and how Jeffrey managed to find you. You looked horrified into the grinning faces of the two men and Jeffrey gave them a clear instruction: They should get Joseph. Panic grew in you and you screamed. "Bring him to the carriage! Tell him his father is waiting for him!" "No, NO! Don´t you dare TO TOUCH MY SON!" You yelled angrily and Jeffrey pulled you up by your hair, making you gasp painfully. "YOU PIG! I HATE YOU! ", you shout and beat him, but your behave made him angry and he slapped you in the face. But this wouldn´t stop you from protecting your son. "You little bitch! You dare to disobey me?! I'll show you where your place is, woman!" "You sick bastard! If you harm my son, I'll kill you!" But Jeffrey just laughed and mocked at you. He couldn´t believe that you wanted to mess with him. Jeffrey was very well built and he was much taller than you. Your desperate attempts to defend yourself against him didn´t bother him much, but it made him very angry and he had never been a patient man.

He hit you again and you almost fainted, but your will kept you conscious. However, you were very dizzy and everything around you was spinning. You looked around and your perception has become very bad. You saw how Joseph was brought out of the house and how he slept on the back of one of these men. Tears gather in your eyes and you whispered his name. "Joseph... no..." But the next moment, Jeffrey kicked you with full force in your stomach and that made you scream out loud. Suddenly you became aware of your surroundings, and more than clearly. "You whore! You took my son away, you humbled me in front of all my friends and dishonored me!" Jeffrey was furious and he hated you for your mistakes. In his eyes, you had made mistakes. Crying, you hold your arms around your stomach and you felt terrible pain. "Oh, god...", you whispered with pain, but that didn´t stop Jeffrey from to hurt you. He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to your feet, but you could hardly hold yourself upright and Jeffrey dragged you with him. "You belong to me, Y/N! No other man will own you! NEVER!" In Jeffrey's eyes, you were his property and he could do whatever he wanted. "Stop it, Jeffrey! Please!!" Why was this man tormenting you? Why couldn´t he just let you go? You knew exactly what you would expect in his house and you didn´t want that life. "Let me go!" But Jeffrey would never let you go! You gather your last strength together and you free yourself from him, run to your dresser where you hid your revolver and took it out, but you came too late. Jeffrey was already behind you and grabbed your wrist, so you had no choice but to drop the revolver. The next moment, Jeffrey grabbed your throat and squeezed it strong, so you could barely breathe. You clawed your fingers desperately into his arm and left bloody scratches on his skin, but he let go of you at some point and you breathed in desperation for air. Coughing, your hands rested on your throat and tears ran down your cheeks. With a cold expression in his eyes, your husband looked down at you. "You'll do what I tell you! Whether you're standing or kneeling in front of me, you have to obey your husband!"

Jeffrey dragged you out of the house and you wanted to free yourself from him, but you were at the end of your strength. Then, as Jeffrey threw you to the ground, he looked down at you with an amusing smile. He knew exactly what he needed to do to make you understand. The only question was, how you would prefer it? In which way? "You would do anything for your son!" You swallow hard and more tears ran down your cheeks. Sobbing, you look at your husband and you could not see any sympathy in his face. "Isn´t that so, darling?" He knelt to you and stroked one strand of your hair behind your ear. "I missed our passionate nights, Y/N. I missed your beautiful body." His face was nearing yours and when you felt his hot breath on your cheek, you turn your face away from him and sob softly. You didn´t want to be reminded of that time... the nights when Jeffrey abused you. "Look at me!" But you didn´t think about to look this monster in the eyes, so he grabbed your face with his hand and force you to look at him. "Damn it, woman!" He licked your full lips with his tongue and you whimper in disgust, trying to turn your face away from him again, but he didn´t allow it. His lips moved rudely over yours and his tongue thrust deep into your mouth, so you finally bit his tongue and he cursed, broke away from you. "You'll learn it, I'll take care of that!" Jeffrey pulled you to your feet again, forcing you to get on the car where your Joseph slept. At the sight of your son, you quietly burst into tears. He wasn´t allowed to see anything of this sadness! That would disturb him, and you didn´t want that. "Burn down the house!" Jeffrey suddenly said and the men obeyed him. They were well paid for their services and it seemed to be fun for them to torment you. They set fire to bottles that were filled with alcohol and threw them on the roof of your house and through the windows in your house.

You were about to lose everything. The flames shot up high and within seconds, the whole house was on fire. You burst into tears and couldn´t believe what nightmare you just had to go through. You had to think about Arthur immediately and you were afraid that you might never see him again. Desperately, you brush your hair out of your face and you couldn´t do anything else but watch as your house was devoured by the fire. The carriage began to move you back to hell, from which you escaped three years ago...

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May 21: The 100 2x11 Coup De Grace

It’s late, my computer’s more tired than I am (and hardcore hates me and very well may decide to eat this entire post who even knows), and this is probably a bad idea but I’m gonna do it anyway.

Or at least start.

Another episode, or partial episode, of The 100.

This opening torture sequence makes me so uncomfortable. Which like I get is the point but tbh I’m just not into ‘look how unflinching we are at the realities of Bad Stuff.’ Especially when my tired computer is skipping and the sequence becomes, like...trippy. Trippier.

This is probably a super bad idea because my computer literally cannot handle video lol. I am going to restart it.

It’s actually kind of nuts that Monty’s been missing for 2 days and Harper even longer and Jasper and Maya are like ‘this is weird and upsetting but I guess we’ll find them somewhere!!’ Well, Maya more than Jasper. Mount Weather isn’t THAT big.

“You have to look like nothing’s wrong. Like everything’s okay” is so sad. I think it’s situations like that that make S2 my favorite, just b/c I’m a sucker for scenarios of enclosed tension. Like, forget war and blah blah blah, I want this, like... secretive, spying, being spied upon, uncertainty. That’s the real horror in a satisfying way.

Gosh his haircut is awful though.

When does Clarke learn to ride a horse?

I have literally no idea what’s happening bc I rewatch these eps so infrequently.

Clarke just got “yes ma’amed.” I find that semi-hilarious, not because she’s 18 but because you knew Grounders used words like “ma’am.”

I love Clarke’s single-mindedness. “We can’t stop for water. We can’t stop for anything. We’re on a mission. And Bellamy might have called!” AWWNH!Clarke is so OOC lol but she has a different background okay?

I’m not really in the mood to trust Abby about anything. Does she... actually make good decisions? I feel like you’d have to track her through all of the seasons but I am inclined to say...perhaps......not.

So the Mountain Men tried to assassinate Clarke and Lexa. Completely forgot about that.

The introduction of Echo. I just... I just have no opinions on her, I guess. Literally my only opinion is that she should have been the Ice Queen and, not being the Ice Queen, she’s just not interesting to me. I will say, she couldn’t have been in Mount Weather long if she knew who the Sky People are, as they’ve only been on the ground about a month. But also...why does she hate them? They were only fighting with Trikru, and Azgeda territory isn’t even, like, in the vicinity.

I love Dante but he has some major balls looking Jasper in the face and saying he doesn’t know where his friends are. I mean, he doesn’t, because Cage stole them, but how do you just MISPLACE people in a 600,000 square foot bunker? Where COULD they go?

I’m sure I’ve said this before but as someone who went to a high school with a uniform I find it HIGHLY unrealistic that all these teenage boys tuck in their shirts and keep them tucked in all the time without exceptions.

Jasper being protective of Monty <3<3<3.

So it was MW that told them there were no Ark survivors. Did I know that? Did I forget that? Not that it matters as my Clarke/Maya fic is done lol.

Dante is the most Hilarious and Wonderful of all of the attempted father figures on this show I said what I said--they’re all terrible but at least he bring the Weird Father Figure energy to 11. I’ll lie to you but it’s to protect you, call you son (always weird), super good at self-defense--ah-ha! sword at at your neck!

“This is not a toy.” If the sword is in MW it’s probably Important and Famous.

IMO and I completely stand by this assessment, it’s harder for Jasper to be brave than it is for other people, and he was really brave, and it worked, and I’m proud of him.

I realize this is also a problem with the literal world but we actually do know that torture isn’t effective so Indra being all upset that she’s not allowed to torture Emerson is just so....exhausting to me. Like Clarke isn’t suggesting not torturing him bc she loves the high ground and must walk it at all times. She’s suggesting not torturing him bc the last time she tortured someone, she got 0 good information. And even though neither of them know it, it was the shit information garnered from torture that led Finn to TonDC! Also if they had let Emerson die, the Grounder would have also still died--it’s not that they chose to use resources on one and not the other. They had two different types of wounds. I mean I guess if they’d brought them in faster without patching up Emerson in the field? That’s probably what she meant. However the Grounder Death Cult and their complete willingness to declare their fight over at the merest papercut makes me again less sympathetic to this point of view.

I’d literally already forgotten that someone tried to assassinate Clarke like an hour earlier. Abby doesn’t need to be concerned about that, lol, Clarke’s used to it!

Okay first I did have a longstanding headcanon that Echo had a crush on Bellamy going way back--I mean that’s practically canon, yeah?--but now I’m super convinced because in their second scene together, he sacrifices himself for her using information she gave him (that MW takes the loud/strong looking ones), even though she greeted him by spitting in his face, and actually, that was very heroic and selfless of him. I’d fall in love too.

Second, I thought she had no tattoos because she’s a spy or w/e but I CLEARLY see tattoos on her legs. And they are not white either.

I don’t think I ever realized that Maya found Bellamy because she was in the infirmary/harvest chamber looking for Harper and Monty. I do not have a good memory for each scene leading into the next. AND she think she’s found them when she sees how fast the random patient’s treatment is working, because that has to be a Sky Person and she would never guess Bellamy.

They really do just talk about their little torture machine casually all the time. “I need to go over the treatment schedule so I know how many cages to clear.”

Hey so like how did Maya get in if she’s not cleared for this facility?

What a wonderful time to remember yet again that if Bellamy knows who Maya is from her reference to Jasper, Clarke, who saw Maya and Jasper flirt like ONE TIME, must have told him about them, which is cute and funny all at once.

Maya: “I wanted to see what was so special about him, but... he’s dead.” Bellamy: Ah yes! I’m dead! * immediately closes his eyes * Why am I laughing so hard at this?

Good thing they take dead bodies down slowly instead of just thunking them on their heads.

Maya, Bellamy, and Echo v. Lovejoy is a pretty satisfying fight. Also, what did Clarke just say about Emerson talking b/c they saved his life? Echo helps Bellamy because he saved her life. Sometimes you get more flies with honey.

I tend to forget that Bellamy literally strangled this guy with his bare hands. Like it was self-defense to some degree, in that this had to be a fight to the death, but it was also just pure fucking rage. Like he said, he (like Clarke for a while) wants to kill everyone in the Mountain.

And then he thanks Echo and asks Maya if she’s all right. A True Catch. Tbh I could see something forming out of Echo and Bellamy here, but not after some of the later twists and turns in the later narrative.

Honesty, I’ve always loved Maya but... let’s just appreciate her, shall we? That was horrific, seeing someone she knew killed in front of her--and helping, because she knew he was on the wrong side, even though that was the same side she’d been on her whole life. Is she completely in the moment, or is she already seeing that there’s no way out for her here? That the people they’ve brought into the Mountain are really going to destroy it?

Bellamy coming out in Lovejoy’s clothes looks like a kid trying on new clothes at the mall before the new school year. Except he’s just dumped a body down a trash chute.

Like “I’ll come back for you, I promise”--I can see a basis for a ship in that. So far it is 100% built on how Echo would have to be dumb not to fall in love with Bellamy but still.

This Maya and Bellamy scene is amazing. I love every aspect of it.

Lemme just...watch that Jonty hug on repeat.

Honestly they even ended the scene with them walking out the door together even though there’s no way anyone could have moved Harper that fast and there’s also no indication of who moved her or how. Guess she’s...not that important...?? LOL??

Kane has only two modes: fairly ineffectual bastard or utterly ineffectual neo-hippie. “You’re not grasping the situation! We’re nice! Be nice to us!” I probably shouldn’t mock him bc he is me lol, I also would not know what else to say to Emerson other than ‘please????’ but still. Common sense and peace and love would be great but those aren’t shared values I guess.

And then he goes 180 to ‘let’s torture him then?’

What you should be doing is good cop bad cop. Or like, wearing him down with repeated questioning? I heard that’s an effective interrogation technique, although here Emerson has a certain advantage of time and that his interrogators are way more easily annoyed than he is easily worn down or confused.

Anyway I remember now. Clarke ultimately solves this problem with that ultimate BDE moment, sending him with a message and 6 hours of oxygen. She really is just the Smartest.

At least Kane acknowledges that the Chancellorship is a completely random title since Abby literally just kinda stole it? Like Jaha is the rightful Chancellor and Kane is the second-most-rightful Chancellor and she’s just sorta...there? But it also doesn’t matter because as established, Clarke is the one actually in charge.

This Bellamy and Maya elevator scene is also the kind of tension that I like. Is Bellamy...legitimately considering shooting him? In the elevator? That would end badly lol. He has this idea to just start randomly offing people in public/enclosed places, while Lexa is all like ‘we can’t save TonDC bc it would blow Bellamy’s cover!’ like the irony.

I wonder if the MW classes are like...to some end, like, mandatory schooling that must be completed, or if they’re just like for funsies? I think the second, partially because it’s an “Expressionist class” which doesn’t seem like the Three Rs and partially because this dude doesn’t seem upset that Maya didn’t show, like he’s just vaguely wondering where she was.

“We’ve accomplished great things” in that tone is like the MOST American thing I have ever heard. (I can say this because I’m American.)

“We’ve been bleeding people to stay alive for generations. That’s our legacy” is true in the sense that Dante’s line in the sane is...truly in the sand. But also has it been ‘generations’? I’m not sure you understand how time works, show-as-a-whole. I mean maybe this is technically true? They probably discovered Grounders like....50 years ago? Which is sort of “generations.” But when you say it like that it makes it sound way longer.

You wanna root for Dante over Cage because he’s on the side of our heroes but in terms of like bitter logic Cage has the advantage. What they’ve already done and what Dante has managed to rationalize to himself is bad enough. They’re already Doing Bad Things, doing yet more bad things isn’t going to bother anyone. Especially when these extra bad things (1) come out to the same--torturing/killing people and (2) lead them to a permanent home on the ground.

I wonder if Dante/MW justified what they did to Grounders with stories of them being like...irradiated mutants. Like literally inhuman. So it ‘doesn’t count.’ I mean objectively they’re wrong of course but I mean in their heads. And then for Dante the line is so obvious between killing radiation casualties and killing just normal humans like themselves, whereas for Cage--who sees the Grounders more because of Cerberus, and knows they don’t look that much different, that they are also just people underneath the masks and big clothes--sees no difference between the Grounders and the Sky People, and if he’s already sullied himself by using one set, he can continue sullying himself, for a greater cause, by using the other set. It’s just a question of which story you’re telling yourself and how much you’re willing to lie.

The plotting of this season is, overall, very good. Especially in the second half.

I think Clarke’s default mode when stressed is order giving. It’s part of the control thing. She’s okay if she has everything under control, and if she knows everything, and when she has all that knowledge and control it just...spills out of her, directing people with what they need to do and where they need to go.

Whereas Raven’s in full ‘falling out of love with Clarke’ mode.

Also I think Clarke is very quick to comfort people and she is genuine in this but because she ALSO has her agenda and her strident tone and her controlled demeanor, it can look like manipulation. Or at least, if I were her friend, I would always wonder if she really cared or if she just wanted me to calm down so my emotions weren’t in the way of The Plan.

My 15 second Raven, Clarke, and Octavia scene. Lemme just rewatch this a bunch of times too.

“Jackson found genetic marker anomalies that can only come from someone born on the Ark.” Remember when people were theorizing that this was a big deal in some way? The Arkers were genetically modified to withstand space? I remember that being a theory. Anyway in retrospect, it’s just a Plot Device. Possibly a Pseudo-Science Plot Device I would not know.

Never mind. “We were genetically engineered. They weren’t.” So it is in fact canon, just meaningless canon. HOW IS THIS SOME RANDOM THROWAWAY LINE?

Clarke’s feral moments are the best.

It’s cute how Abby continues to think Clarke isn’t in charge.

Having Bell run into Lovejoy’s son is cheap but effective. I still remember that scene and I can really feel the full effect on him through Bob’s acting and the music. I also always remember that line “What did you expect you’d find here?” Because the answer is obviously ‘monsters.’ They had their simple narrative too: about how MW were the bad guys and thus they could destroy them all and it would be vengeful and feel good. But it’s more complicated than that: everyone in the Mountain is complicit in terrors. But many of them passively so. Bellamy was ready to kill all of them, and so was Clarke, but he changes his mind based on this encounter, tells her about it over the radio, and makes HER change her mind and in fact change her entire plan, by the time she explains it in 2x15.

And it’s sad for Maya too because Bellamy is being aided by her but she is still a Mountain Person. It’s easy to say ‘she’s an exception, she’s Jasper’s friend, she’s our friend.’ But she’s done everything he hates the Mountain for. If the whole Mountain is evil, she’s evil. And to the extent you can’t be both pro-MW and pro-Sky People, she’s put in this impossible position of choosing sides, or trying to switch sides abruptly. Bellamy sees that, and it’s like yet one more additional layer to his guilt over what he did, because he sees a new angle to how it affected Maya,  without whom he’d be dead.

Jonty the leader couple. And Jasper’s face when Monty says “We’re not safe here.”

S2 is my favorite bc of plotting like this episode: just as the 47 are about to leave, Cage stages his coup. Just as Bellamy is about to see his friends, the doors lock and they’re trapped. The moment when Jasper sees Bellamy--with absolutely no reason to believe this could even be possible. In trying to plan fics that use S2 I tend to get confused about the plot bc it goes back and forth and circles around a lot, but in actually watching it, it’s quite effective, and I think part of the circling confusion is just bc there are so many moving parts, people need to be in the right places at the right times, meet and separate at the right moments, so it can read awkwardly in summary. But they did a good job ultimately, I think.

Another thing about S2 generally is that even though it’s much more expansive than S1 in terms of locations and number of characters and groups of characters, ultimately almost everything revolves around one story (except for the CoL setup stuff), and 2 main locations that have meaning, with various points in between. So it is more concise and more centralized and more meaningful than later seasons, which become increasingly spread out and disjointed. Or so I try to explain to myself at 1am.

Yaaaay emotional Princess Mechanic and then Bravenlarke. I live for these moments when characters are just like...emotional together.

I don’t know if I find it realistic that Clarke would be like ‘it’s over’ so fast but nevertheless I like Raven and Bellamy picking her back up.

Clarke’s relieved face...she’s in love.

Bellamy: I’m fine. Me: He’s a liar!!! But I guess they can talk about his emotions later.

When they’re all together, they’re all better. Like immediately. Even Clarke’s “Raven’s going to help you” with a little look to her, like, this isn’t an order, and Raven nods....

I love that Bellamy took Maya’s expression to mean “It’s not a problem” when it quite obviously meant “It’s a huge problem.” But also Clarke smiled for .05 seconds so I think she knew he was a-lying. This could be a sitcom if it were a totally different show.

Weirdly, I watched part of 2x15 again for a fic I decided not to write atm and...they don’t actually use the Grounders as a Trojan Horse army. Their plan NOT to kill everyone including the kids meant basically that they used their real army as a distraction and then just took the inside-Grounders out the back way. Or that was the idea. Which in retrospect is actually kind of disappointing.

Clarke’s power walk through the hallway with her Grounder Entourage is just so....satisfying. This is the emotional payoff that got me into this show.

Clarke just literally staging a coup against her own mother, using the Grounder force that sees her as a leader, is so.... I feel like I have never appreciated it before this rewatch. I think in the past I found it kind of annoying tbh. But this time I like it a lot more. I like Clarke’s just insane levels of confidence and self-assurance. It is a good look.

First of all the parallel to the Wallaces. But more importantly, I always wanted this big story line of Delinquents Versus Arkers that never fully came as I wanted it, but this is pretty close, where she’s just used to being in charge by now, so you know what, she is. And the only thing she needs to make her desire for power real is muscle, which she has, thanks to Lexa, so she uses it. It’s also very satisfying. And should ultimately have been the groundwork for the delinquents to form a separate community but WHAT DO I KNOW?

All that said, and this isn’t contradictory, but Clarke picks like the MOST inflammatory way to go about her plan. She just does it, she gives no explanation, she stages a showdown at the gate with her own Mom the Chancellor. There is a subtler way of doing this. But I like that she didn’t do subtle because it’s IC for her. It’s IC for her age (who is more Dramatique than a teen?) and it’s IC for her place in her hero’s arc: under L’s influence, she’s becoming big-headed, leaning into the sin of pride, here in the form of “I do can do no wrong,” and by 2x16 in the form of “I can do no right, no one has ever been more wrong than I, no one has ever been more sorrowful than I, let me perform penance in the woods.”

Pride: the most annoying deadly sin.

Anyway.

And Kane, who always bows to the Alpha Female in the room, immediately enables Clarke’s Drama.

“Let our people go and we’ll let you live. It’s just that simple.”

“The Grounder army is bigger than you think and the acid fog can’t hurt them” is honestly a bluff though? Because again, they do not use or even PLAN to use the inside Grounders and they DO plan to take out the acid fog so??? I guess the point, if she was protecting Bellamy, WAS the bluff, WAS the distraction.

I think it was unnecessary to take out his O2 but I guess she’s really just showing off, which again is IC and I guess has the purpose of showing MW she means business and is Not To Be Fucked With. Still, it is important that her message make it to MW since it’s the distraction Bellamy asked for, so it seems like something of a risk to make it hard for the messenger to arrive home safely.

I do like that she gets to use that classic retort “That sounds like a you problem.”

And so.... I meant to go to sleep like 3 hours ago, and my power is flickering. Time for bed. The end, goodnight.

[firelxdykatara]

1, 9 and 25 for the tv show/movie ask!

TOP FIVE TV SHOWS: This changes a lot but I’ll go with the most consistent ones I can think of!

1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yes, it’s very dated, and yes, Joss Whedon ain’t shit, but this remains one of my all-time favorite shows, and Buffy Summers remains one of my favorite characters, and there are so many episodes I can watch again and again and never get bored. It has a magic to it that even Angel could never quite capture, and I always find myself going back to it when I’m not sure what to watch but just want something that I’ll enjoy.

2. Avatar: the Last Airbender: Obviously, given my blog name, I have a deep and abiding love for this series. Is it perfect? Of course not, and there are some major things I wish were different, but overall it’s an amazing show with fantastic characters and a brilliant overarching plot, and it manages to stand up to modern scrutiny even though it’s been over a decade since it finished airing.

3. The Nanny. To this day, The Nanny is probably my favorite sitcom of all time. It was released in the 90s, but unlike a lot of sitcoms of the era (Friends immediately comes to mind, though they weren’t the worst offender) the vast majority of its humor doesn’t rely on ‘no homo’ jokes or misogyny/transphobic gags. (There are some off-color jokes, of course--it was the nineties. But this is one of the few shows where I can watch 90% of the episodes without cringing.) Most of the humor is centered around Fran’s hilarious antics, and it’s still a show I can put on whenever I need a good laugh, and it will never disappoint.

4. Leverage. I just love this show so much. A bunch of thieves come together for a job with one (1) honest man to give them a plan, and suddenly they’ve become a family who steal from the rich to give to the poor and disenfranchised and I love every since one of them. Even Nate. Plus, the ot3 is real. Hitter Hacker Thief owns my goddamn soul.

5. Person of Interest. Listen, it was a fantastic show, and yeah it got a little weird near the end, and also Joss Carter deserved better, but it had two of the most fucking cathartic and viscerally satisfying villain deaths I have ever seen in my life. “Oh, no, I’m not gonna kill you--I’m just gonna watch.” and “Now I surrender.” Just.... poetic fucking cinema, ok???

TOP FIVE CHARACTERS: Same deal, this is a list that will change frequently, but these are my most consistent faves:

1. Elena Gilbert from The Vampire Diaries. Surprising absolutely no one who was around for my TVD fandom days, or who has seen me talking about anything TVD related, Elena fucking Gilbert is my girl forever and she deserved so much better. From the show and from the gods forsaken fandom. I’m not gonna get into it cause I don’t need to be dropping thousands of words for an ask meme post, but evidently Elena was the harbinger signaling my love for orphaned brunettes with doe eyes and pain hidden behind a smile, but I just love her so goddamn much and I always will.

2. Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She saved the world. A lot. She’s my absolute favorite character from BtVS and frankly she deserved better, too--fuck absolutely everyone after Empty Places--but I just... love her so much. And her arc in season 6 means so much to me as someone constantly struggling with depression and ptsd (mine is related to childhood trauma, but that’s not beside the point). Buffy is far from perfect, and she makes mistakes, but she does the job literally no one else can do, and she’s so incredibly strong. I can’t imagine going through what she went through and not completely breaking down.

3. Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time. Ok, so not a brunette, but still a woman with severe abandonment issues who grew up believing she was an orphan and kept being punished by the show, and who definitely deserved better. (No, I’m not over the ending to season 4, and I never will be.) My one comfort is knowing that she fell in love with a man who loved and cherished and appreciated her just as much as she deserved, and she got to live a long and happy life with him and their daughter.

4. Katara from Avatar: the Last Airbender. Again probably not a surprise, given my blog, but I just. I love Katara so much. And she deserved so much better than what LoK reduced her to, and where the fuck was her statue, Bryke??? Where????? Anyway, she’s the ultimate Mom Friend who won’t hesitate to cut a bitch if they hurt her friends, and I just think she’s amazing.

5. Rogue from Marvel. Just... every version of her. Rogue was my favorite character from the original X-Men trilogy, which was my first real introduction to Marvel, and she was my favorite character in X-Men: Evolution, and by the time I finally got to actually read some of her comics I loved her even more. While I still love her in the original trilogy I also wish they’d given Anna Paquin more to work with, bc she sure fucking could have done it (and she’s even said she would’ve loved to be able to fly and punch people, and I 100% think she could’ve pulled off Rogue’s natural sass brilliantly), and she’s one of my all-time faves and has been for almost twenty years.

TOP FIVE SHIPS: -laughs nervously- i can only choose five???

1. Katara and Zuko from Avatar: the Last Airbender. Anyone who’s surprised, feel free to stand on your head. >.> LISTEN, OK, JUST LISTEN. Zuko and Katara had an amazing emotional journey in canon, and I love so much how their relationship developed, and there’s so much potential for how they could have grown as a couple and I just. This is why we have fanfic and fanart. (And frankly, I’m glad they weren’t canon--given what was done to the canon ships, I wouldn’t trust Bryke with them. I shudder to think what would’ve happened to Zutara if they were canon and Bryke was in charge of their story.)

2. Veronica Mars and Logan Echolls from Veronica Mars. Listen, we’re just gonna... ignore the last five minutes of 4x08 (and Rob Thomas can fucking bite me). I spent a decade loving these two utter fools and I finally got to see them get fucking married and they are going to live long and happy lives and Veronica’s always gonna Veronica but Logan loves her and she loves him and they’ll work through any problems they have together like mature, rational adults, and they’ll keep solving mysteries cause trouble sticks to V like a bad rash and Logan will always be there to help her, and nothing can take that away from me.

3. Emma Swan and Killian Jones from Once Upon a Time. Killian’s redemption arc is probably second only to Zuko’s, and I fucking love how much he loves Emma Swan. It’s what she deserves. They build each other up and love and cherish each other so goddamn much and I still get choked up just thinking about them. (Usually I pretend that their wedding went off without a hitch and s7 didn’t happen because there was REALLY no need. This trend of shows continuing after their female leads bail needs to stop, I’ve literally never seen it end in anything except the show being panned for however many seasons it ran after the lead’s departure, and rightfully so.)

4. Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries. The show did them so fucking dirty in the later seasons, but fuck if those first four seasons of amazing development don’t still fuck me up. And however much TVD ran itself into the ground, I will always have Elena, and Delena, and my love for them despite how awful the show became.

5. Rikki Chadwick and Zane Bennett from H2O: Just Add Water. Season 3 can bite me, Rikki and Zane were happy together and Zane had so much growth from the jackass he was at the beginning of season 1, and no way would he have cheated on Rikki even for a moment. They deserved so much better my gods.

[keeloves]

MY Top 10 Worst Male Characters

 Keep in mind this just my personal opinion! I would love to hear your thoughts but please keep them civil and respectful. Kicking off the list at number 10

10 Jake Salt (Famous in Love)

Don’t get me wrong he is super cute/hot but ugh he freaking irks me! First of all he treats girls like crap, he is emotionally needy and as Paige put “Nothing is ever his fault” He slept with Lexi to try and get his script published into a movie. He slept with her for several days and when once he realized that wasn’t happening he got pissed off blamed her and then he ghosted Lexi. Yeah, I know what an asshole. He confesses his “love” for Paige at a press conference right after Rainer had a severe melt down. Then once he gets with Paige he treats her like crap and is emotionally abusive. He doesn’t move into the house she bought, he didn’t stick up for her when she said no to shots but instead helped pressured her into doing shots of tequila and she ended up getting so drunk that she ended up missing her screen test and he didn’t defend her when she was being ripped to shreds by a producer guy. Skip to like 5:28 and watch until 7:16. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYMVnvjcfpY&t=7s This video was made by my dear friend @disneyfanforever3 This clip pretty much sums up why I can’t stand Jake. I am so happy Paige called him out on his bullshit.

9. Sinbad (Sinbad from Legends of the Seven Seas) 

First of all he doesn’t deserve to have this movie named after him because he is a terrible protagonist. He speaks disrespectfully to women, and just ugh! He is okay letting his friend Proteus die for a crime he did not commit and and Sinbad would run off to Fiji fully knowing his friend Proteus that he has known since CHILDHOOD would be dead as long as he can run off to Fiji. Proteus said to Sinbad while taking his place “I know you would do the same for me” and Sinbad’s reply is “No I wouldn’t” like ugh dude you aren’t that loyal! So Marina is the real hero of the movie. In fact I go a little more into detail on why I hate Sinbad. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhD6mbhLJpY&lc=z23iz1vpsv3kyla3xacdp430q55un5sqk3m3zmlonvhw03c010c

8.Oliver Queen (Arrow)

I have ranted on him several times so I will try to keep this brief! He is a womanizing manwhore. He serial cheated on his girlfriend Laurel with basically every woman including her sister Sara. He did nothing to make the situation better. This pic I used of him is him flirting with Sara at the Lance family dinner and this is the moment where I wanted to punch him in the face! Ugh god he is the worst. He cheated so much that he fathered a child. He abandon Thea after she got out of the Lazurus pit all so he could play house with Felicity and he constantly goes back and forth on his no kill rule. Oh and this Oliver is a knock off version of Bruce Wayne and he is a complete 180 of who he should be.

7. Mon El (Supergirl)

I hate Mon El so much! He lied to Kara about who he was on Daxam yes I know Kara was judgmental at first but Mon El just planned to keep her in the dark the entire time of their relationship. He owned slaves and did nothing to correct the issue he just chose to stay with Kara. He called Kara his kryptonite which is something that can kill her literally so bleh! He disrespected Kara at every moment she tried to help him. He beat up another Aileen for money and he is so selfish. In fact how here is Kara chewing out Mon El’s ass out! Its very satisfying like “Paige Townsen Nothing’s ever your fault speech to Jake.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnHZInGzQ4w

6. Moses Puloki Dance Teacher (Lilo and Stitch)

A while back I made a list of my most annoying cartoon characters and he is number one on the most annoying cartoon characters list. I put him on this list because he is an adult who lets Mrytle get away with bullying Lilo. He sees it happening before his very eyes and he does nothing to stop it and instead it always Lilo’s fault. He never asks for Lilo’s side of the story and he just assumes Lilo is at fault when she beats up Mrytle. At least that is how it feels. I have never once seen him say anything to Mrytle or her possy that follow her around. To me he is my least favorite character from Lilo and Stitch and it makes me wonder why he is a teacher in the first place.

5. Thomas Humprey aka Humps (Orange is the New Black

He is an abliest piece of shit. He caused a fight all for a stupid bet. He gas lit Suzanne Warren aka Crazy Eyes and she said repeatitly she didn’t want to fight. The other gaurds are terrible because they went along with is bullshit and because of him this Suzanne beat the hell out of this other woman who also appeared to be mentally unstable because the other woman was insulting Suzanne. Suzanne beat up this other woman so much that this girl was bleeding and her face was bruised up. Two other inmates had to get Suzanne off of this other inmate. Yet all Humps did was laugh and said “Well I just made $20 bucks” Suzanne is left to cry and feel ashamed for something he started! He is so terrible he makes Pornstache look like a saint.

4. Pablo Money (Famous in Love)

He is emotionally and phyically abusive He stole Jordan’s IPad and accused Tangey of cheating. He treats Tangey like an object to be had and he kicked the door of the room where Tangey was hiding. He is possessive,manipulative and ugh! I also put him on the list because he treats my favorite character on the show like shit.

3. Every Itteration of Harrison Wells (The Flash)

I have gone on ar ant about why I hate this character so I will kep this brief as I can. The only Wells I will put up with are The original Earth 1 Wells Eowells (Season1) and Harry Wells. This character is boring, he is played out and he is just there to take up space and be a boring whtie character that Cisco has to play glorified baby sitter too. EoWells is terrible because he killed Barry’s mom, he killed Cisco and when Cisco remembers EoWells laughs in his face. Harry is awful, he faked an illness to guilt Wally into not moving in with Jesse knowing full Well that is how Francine West (Wally and Iris’s mother) died. He chokes Cisco, he also breaks Cisco’s things and never offers to fix them and he is just an ass wipe. The rest of the Wells are annoying because we don’t need anymore Wells and Sherloque Wells has annoying accent.

2. Ezra Fitz (Pretty Little Liars)

I have also ranted on him a lot as well so bare with me. He stalked teenage girls, he got with Aria knowing full well she was going to be his student and knowing she was underage. He framed Spencer for something she didn’t do and because she was on to him. He stole her files and gave it to Aria which by the way is illegal to do. Then again what does this man care about what law he breaks he is all ready guilty of statutory rape, stalking and violating privacy. He hooked up with Alison and he should have gone to prison but instead he gets to live happily ever after with Aria. He ends up marrying Aria. Yeap that’s right folks he married the girl he groomed and stalked and manipulated. He even trapped her on a Ferris wheel. 

1. Damon Salvotore (The Vampier

Ugh just thinking about him makes nauseated. He is abusive, manipulative and he ruined hi brother’s life and stole his girl and he is part of the reason why I have a hard time getting into the show. Damon is a serial rapist and serial killer. He raped Caroline, fed off of her and terrified her. He kills people Elena cares about just because she isn’t giving him what he wants. Man if Damon wants something he better get it now or else. I bet he is terrible in bed because three girls have bragged about how good Stephan is in bed and Damon only brags about himself. I say he is terrible because if he wasn’t he wouldn’t have to compel girls to sleep with him. He killed a pregnant woman this means he also killed a baby. He has no remorse for any of these things and he just relies on Elena to change him. The only time I can deal with him is when he is around Bonnie! Ugh I hate this character! He needs to trade places with Stephan and now the fact that Delena have kids together make me want to throw up my insides because it makes my skin crawl knowing Damon would father a child. Plus I think Ian Somerholder though he seems nice is not all that great of an actor.

[the-bejeesus]

I Don’t Get Venom

         So I went and saw Venom. To be fair, I wasn’t really excited nor had high hopes. Sony’s done us wrong too many times (I mean in movies, Playstation and all that other good stuff is fine). I figured, “I’ve watched Justice League. Even if it’s bad it’ll at least be enjoyable.” Oh boy was I wrong. But I wasn’t wrong like I thought, because I figured my critiques were agreeable. And while most critics I’ve seen agree it was bad, they don’t think it was awful. And casual moviegoers are even worse, they’re saying that it was good, and this is Man of Steel all over again, where the critics and fans are at total war with each other. So I figured I would go into detail of why I thought it was awful.

        So the first thing I’ve wanted to address was the utter absence of tone. Most movies I see have a misuse of tone, but this movie had a complete absense. No filters, particular use of camera angles, or music indicated what the atmosphere of this movie was supposed to be. I mean, a lot of this movie was at night, but this movie didn’t have a dark tone. At least I don’t think it does. This is especially tough whenever the movie attempts humor, because a lot of its humor requires someone reacting or a musical note or something. Like just as an example, there’s this part where Venom punches a dog. Now because that dog growled at Venom earlier, I would assume this is supposed to be hilarious, but there’s no one reacting or anything and there’s no music. People don’t just laugh at dogs getting punched. The only time where I could clearly say that was intended for humor was when Eddie was eating a live lobster. Eddie’s ex’s doctor boyfriend made these big ol eyes and the reaction gave a clear tone. And I shouldn’t say there’s no music. There’s a couple of parts where Eddie turns into Venom and there’s this very triumphant music in the background, which I personally find kind of strange. I mean it makes sense for the audience, because this is the part we’ve been waiting for. But it doesn’t make sense in the movie, because this isn’t really a triumphant moment for Eddie or even Venom at all. It’s just something that happens.  Because of this lack of tone, I don’t even know what to feel like when Venom eats someone or Eddie almost dies. Like, when Venom eats someone, the only thing that happens is Eddie says “You just ate someone.” ...? Is that funny, shocking, scary...? I’ve heard some people argue this movie is half-horror, and I don’t even get that at all. Like sure there were a couple of jump scares at the beginning, but then that goes away and we’re just left with fight scenes and presumably silly moments.

       You could argue that this lack of tone is intentional, and makes some sort of profound point. Or maybe it exists so that the movie is whatever the viewer wants it to be, and in that sense it’s monumental. But honestly I just think the director and writers didn’t know what tone they were going for, so they just didn’t even bother to put one in.

      The dialogue is also really poor. I honestly could not tell you what Eddie Brock’s personality is supposed to be in this movie. A smartass, a loser, a jock, a wimp, I have no clue. You might point to smartass because of the occassional quips, but honestly I think that’s just Sony making quips because that seems to work for the MCU. Any characters other than Eddie and Venom are even worse. Not only do I not know their personalities, but I don’t even know their motivations. Like his girlfriend tells him to go ahead and ask this Drake guy tough questions, and then he does that so she breaks up with him. Sure, she got fired for it and didn’t expect that, but she shouldn’t have expected him to expect that. And if she did, she should have also expected that and been prepared. And even though she hates him for this thing she shouldn’t hate him for, when she finds out he’s apparently a maniac, she wants to... help? Her new boyfriend is also weird. He seems to like Brock and, well, we never know why. I guess he’s a fan, but it just seems weird that his girlfriend being Eddie’s ex doesn’t falter his desire to like Eddie at all. Drake also.... wants to go to space. And like, that’s his evil plan.

        It’s such a headache. So I guess his going to space plan is really dirty and underground, and he experiments on people and that kills them. Why? I don’t know. Like when he’s testing the symbiotes it makes sense. But according to the interview, he’s been killing people before that. Why? We’ll never know. So when Eddie steals Venom and is a perfect match, he wants him back. He believes when you’re a perfect match you can go to space. So I guess he wants to make Eddie an astronaut? Eddie resists this, because astronauts are evil. Then Drake gets his own Venom, Riot I believe, and Riot wants to stay on Earth because he’s the ringleader of the symbiotes and wants to take over the world. But Drake wants to go to space instead, and Riot goes along with this and doesn’t just kill Drake and find someone that wants to stay on Earth. Why? I don’t know. But also once Drake gets Riot he shouldn’t need Eddie anymore and should just leave him alone. Likewise Eddie isn’t a part of this anymore and should just leave Drake alone. But that doesn’t happen, and they still are motivated to conflict with each other for some reason. I should also note that Venom says he has 0 chance of beating Riot, and without any training, preparation, or other advantages, basically kills Riot with ease. And for some reason I kind of expected that.

       There’s also this scene where Eddie makes out with a rule 63 Venom and I just.... really really want to unsee that. I know many of y’all would consider that a minor nitpick, and you would also argue it’s actually his girlfriend so he’s not really making out with Venom, and you would be right to say so. But I don’t know, I just really really wish I could unsee that. Like, Eddie didn’t know it was his girlfriend until he was done kissing. He just saw Venom’s devil eyes and sharp fangs and said “I want to fuck that.” And then this movie has the balls to bring it up again at the end of the movie. The girlfriend literally says “That was Venom’s idea” which honestly just makes it worse. Like who was the motherfucker at Sony that greenlit this idea? God.

       Now after beating this movie to death with complaints, I should at least give credit where it’s due. Venom looked really cool. I didn’t like Riot, he has weird cheekbones and he’s just a big grey villain, but Venom looked fucking sick. I wouldn’t call it realistic, but honestly do any of us care if the CGI is believable at this point? His fight with Riot was long and dull, but the parts where he’s just laying a swat team to waste was awesome. I wish there was blood, but seeing him bite off a head was already more than I expected. On that note, a lot of people were afraid there’d be like only 3 minutes of actual Venom, but that’s thankfully not the case. We get plenty of Venom and it was a satisfying amount.

        I do not care for the Carnage post credits scene. If Justice League and Batman v. Superman taught me anything, it’s that post credits scenes that promise a better sequel are full of shit.  If Sony had what it takes to make a good Venom vs. Carnage movie, they would have just done that right off the bat. This post credits scene solely exists to say “Hey this movie might not have been all that, but we promise the next one will have everything you want, so give us money anyways.” They will never fulfill that promise. If this movie makes enough money, you’ll either get a shitty Carnage movie or another shitty Venom movie that promises Carnage.

         If you did like this movie, I don’t want to take that away from you, I just wanted to get my thoughts out there. I don’t usually bother with reviews, because usually JeremyJahns or someone else already says everything I was thinking and more, but this time around I kinda felt alone in my opinions. Everyone else either seems to like it or just hate it a lot less than me. And who knows, maybe I’m being too harsh, or maybe I’m not really interpreting this movie like the director intended. But I personally don’t think Sony deserves money for making this movie. I don’t want a Venom sequel, and I definitely don’t want to see this Venom in the MCU. If there’s a Venom in the MCU, I want an Eddie with personality and an origin that makes sense. Venom himself can pretty much look the same, but change everything else.

[drew-winchester]

16 answers :D

Hello!

I woke up to many new messages in my ask box and while I answer to one, I get 3 more, so first and foremost I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all the messages, even when I’m horribly late to reply, please know I read, I care, I love your messages. And I’m very touched that you take the time to write to me, or ask me questions. It’s hard for me to catch up and I don’t want to spam your timelines so this is a post to answer a bunch of them at once! 💜 (I’m sorry if that makes it less easy to find your question T///T )

If you don’t see your message, don’t worry, I just picked a few, it’s normal.  I also picked only anonymous messages for this time ;w;

Thank you so much 💜 A drawing takes me a day. It really depends on the “quality”. A sketchy picture would take a couple hours, something cleaner can take a full day. Drawing the comic takes two days, in general. Of course a longer comic can take more. The whole comic about Khadgar sending Peregrïn back to Azeroth took me a week, and it wasn’t even colored, but there was ~40 panels. The part that really, REALLY takes long is finding the inspiration, the good idea.  I have many ideas (there’s a lot of parts of their story I haven’t drawn yet, and I have dozens of sketched comics that I didn’t finish because I wasn’t fully satisfied ;; ) but I’m always looking for THE idea that will really motivate me. Not something I find just “okay”. 

I’m thinking about it ;D maybe there’ll a part two. Thank you so much for your words 💙 I’m happy that you like ;w;

There’s more under the cut -w-

Thank you 💚 Haha, you probably described something that happened in their youth, to be honest! He’d often stay up late to read or practice or do some research, so she probably had to do that sometimes.

T-T The title wasn’t lying, it is a sad song! But still beautiful. And I’m always very touched when you guys send me song that make you think of them 💜 Thank you! And well, they were separated for almost two decades so sad songs do fit!

Aww, then it means I draw love right, so thank you! ;w; I wish you and your love all the best in the world!

More Avalon and Anaël! I have a bunch of sketches about them so maybe I’ll get one done soon! 

xD Oh my. Somehow it’s funny even before knowing the joke. Bring it on! But if it’s nsfw, it might be wiser to send it to @wizardofus x//D

Aw, yes, it makes me sad too to think about their different lifespans. In a world like this one, there’s many possibilities though. See Turalyon, he’s looking good for a thousand something years old human, right? Aegwynn lived quite a few centuries too. And Peregrïn not being a pure Kaldorei has never been immortal (tree or not). But yes, it’s to expect that she outlives him. No, she’s not going to kill herself. I honestly don’t know yet - I don’t know the future of World of Warcraft so I can only have theories. I hear all of yours too and I really think about it and I love that! I’ve had friends telling me Perry would live in Khadgar’s honor, and not give up on life or happiness for him. Other friends told me she would find and ask Alexstrasza, the Life Binder, for help. And others about Perry finding a portal to another world, another time, for another chance. They’re all theories and I like to hear them!

💜💜💜 Thank you so much >v< !!!!

Ummhmmmmmhhmmmm. I think it’s cute that Khadgar likes them. I think it shows that Khadgar really has a good heart haha. No, seriously, he has love for so many things/people, in a world of war, wars he’s been dragged in way too young. But he never became hateful or anything.  SO. What do I think of Murlocs?? I like to jokingly hate them. Cause I remember being a low level, hearing the famous Murloc cry, and knowing my end is near cause they’d be 20 against me. I think like..  a lot of us? I kid about hating them but truth is they are a symbol of this game I love, so how can I hate on them? x3

Perry would probably tell you they are misunderstood creatures.

And Terky is so cute.

And I used to listen to “I am Murloc” WAY TOO MUCH in 2007. 

Thank you so much!!  My commissions are kinda always open, I just take a few at a time. I only stop taking them when I know I’ll be away for a week or two. So the best thing to do is send me an email (drew-winchester@hotmail.fr) and I’ll tell you if I’m free, and if not, when I’ll be <3

Thank you for your question 💜

Well, she had a smaller role in Pandaria. She of course wanted to help Varian and find Anduin - she always cared about Varian, and even got out of her exile to see baby Anduin back then, so she was absolutely gonna help.

But the fights against the Horde? Not fun. She was very disappointed in the Horde/Alliance fights. She was shocked as soon as she arrived and the Alliance shot Horde people in the water ;; and it was only the beginning. She was worried about what they were doing to this land. So she really did not partake.

She loved Pandaria, and actually took time to discover this new place peacefully, and meet new, interesting people. She did that instead of helping the Alliance set their bases and stuff. One of her favorite memories from that time would be taking care of the cloud serpents.

Eventually she had to go back to her duties with the siege of Orgrimmar and all but... you get the idea!

Haha, no she doesn’t, though that would be fun!  Fear though tend to make her change form by reflex. Don’t jumpscare her!

Bonjour!

Thanks a lot! No, my real name is Audrey. Don’t tell anyone!

Many possible answers! She could be a Draenei, because I LOVE Draenei, but they weren’t a playable race back when I started playing WoW and made Peregrïn. She could be a High Elf because of her nature and appearance. If she was born a lot earlier, she would have been one of those who left Kalimdor for the Eastern Kingdom. If arcane magic wasn’t forbidden for her when she grew up, she would have been a mage, too. Annnd... I guess she could be human because she was way more involved in humans stories/wars, lore in general, and she loves human lands/cities more than those of the elves.

Okay I’ll stop now cause that’s a lot of reading. I’ll answer to more (grouped or not) later!

Again, thank you for all the messages, I do love them all.

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Long Time Coming (AU)

Title: Long Time Coming AU

Word Count: 5025

Pairing: Teen!Dean x Teen!Reader

Summary: Dean and Reader are best friends until an act of betrayal leads them down a different path.

Warning: Fluff, angst, teenage!drama, implied mentions of sex, touching, gyrating, kissing, Lisa hate (just for the story… I mean hey, haters gonna hate right? Nah, I’m just jealous of the perfect bey’atch’cé) God that was a terrible joke. Please don’t judge me too harshly.

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You were in sitting in the cafeteria minding your own business, face buried in a book, when you were suddenly, and rudely, shoved off. Your book went flying across the floor as a chorus of laughter echoed through the dining room. You hissed in pain shooting your head in the direction of the culprit. Your blood began to boil as you saw Dean and his girlfriend Lisa all over each other at the table. Grabbing your book of the floor, you marched back over to them.

“Seriously?” You spat. The couple just looked up at you and giggled.

“Whoops.” Dean chuckled. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from lashing out with your sharp tongue. You took a deep breath and glared daggers in their path, grabbing your bag making sure to swing it harshly over your shoulder, hitting Dean’s head in the process. “What the hell?” He roared in irritation.

“Whoops.” You mimicked him before leaving the cafeteria, everyone’s eyes on your retreating figure.

You walked into the library where you were sure to get some peace and quiet. Your adrenaline from the awful incident at the cafeteria began to wear off as sudden pain was felt on your hand. Peering down at it, you noticed that you had a small wound on your hand. How you didn’t know that it was there was beyond you, considering it was bleeding pretty badly.

Digging through your bag, you pulled out a travel sized first aid kit. You were prone to miraculously hitting your hands on things or ramming your legs on corners, so you made sure you were prepared. After fixing yourself up, and sticking a SpongeBob band-aide on it, you reopened your book continuing your story from where you had left off. A few pages in you heard a ruckus at the entrance causing you to roll your eyes. Of course this would happen. The noise quickly died down and you were satisfied again, until there were movements coming from across from you. You didn’t bother looking up, but you could see that someone was there.

A loud sigh broke the silence, but you shrugged it off. Another loud sigh sounded and your eyebrow twitched a bit with annoyance. All you wanted to was to read your book in peace, was that too much to ask? When who ever it was let out another breath, you finally looked up, eyes filled with irritation. Your groaned, rolling your eyes when you saw Dean sitting in plain sight. What the hell was he doing here?

“Are you lost?” You asked, your voice filled with sass.

“No, just wanted to enjoy the quiet for a while.” He grinned.

“Then be quiet.” You spat, returning to your book. You had just finished the page when an excruciating voice reaped through the silence.

“Baby, there you are.” The sound was like nails on a chalkboard, but whinier… if chalkboards were whinny.

If looks could kill, you had already killed them a million times. You grabbed your things once again and left. Dean was your neighbor, thus you saw him every single day, practically 24/7 and it drove you insane. Not only did you have to deal with him, you’d had to deal with his sad excuse of a girlfriend Lisa.

His window was right across from yours and he would always blast his stupid classic rock songs, sing off-key out loud, and when Lisa would go over, you’d have to listen to her unbearable laughter and their traumatizing love making when his parents were out with Sam. You loathed him. It was almost as if he did everything on purpose.

School was finally over for the day as you made your way to your locker, leaving the books that you didn’t need and taking the ones you did. Shutting the door, you jumped in surprised unaware that anyone was standing there.

“K-Ketch! What the hell?” You flattened your hand over your chest.

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to pop in on you like that.” He smiled, his British accent thick.

“It’s fine. Is there something you need?”

“No, just thought I’d ask if I could walk you home? I’m headed in that direction anyway. My grandmother’s house is on the next block over.”

“Uh, sure. Why not?”

You and Ketch made your way out the door making innocent small chat. You had no problems with him, other than the fact that you and the entire school knew he had the biggest crush on you, but he was still a gentleman. He wasn’t suffocating, a stalker, or constantly texting or trying to talk to you, so you didn’t mind him being around. If anything, it was flattering.

Dean was standing at his locker with Lisa draped all around him. He smiled and reciprocated all the kisses Lisa was giving him all the while stealing glances in your direction. He subtly rolled his eyes as he saw you and Ketch walk out of the school. He didn’t like Ketch. He was always his competitor in everything. If there was one thing he was better at, it was academics.

“Hey Lis, I’m gonna head home, I have to pick up Sammy anyways. I’ll call you.” Dean escaped her grasp, quickly making it to the parking lot to his car. He started her up and made his way out taking the route where he was sure to run into you. He finally caught view of you and Ketch, rolling his eyes at the sight of him next to you. “Hey, you two finally playing house?” Dean joked, inwardly cursing at himself.

“Dean, get lost.” You groaned.

“Why don’t you drive along and mind your business, Winchester.” Ketch added.

“Oh, hey Ketch. Are you on your way to have some tea with Y/N?”

“Even if we were, it wouldn’t concern you.”

“Yeah whatever man. Y/N want a ride? I’m on my way to pick up Sammy from school. He’s been asking why you don’t ride with me anymore.”

“Uh, maybe because you and your girlfriend are disgusting? I feel bad that Sam has to be around the two of you.” You scoffed.

“Oh, don’t worry about that Sweetheart. He’s picking up a few pointers here and there.”

“Don’t call me that. And that’s besides the point. You’re his big brother Dean, he looks up to you. You should be a better role-model for him.”

“That what he has you for.” Dean chuckled making your eyes roll in exasperation. “Anyways, want a ride or not?”

You looked over at Ketch then back at Dean. You had a soft spot for Sammy and really wanted to go with Dean and surprise him, but you didn’t want to leave Ketch to walk by himself. You were torn and it was showing on your face.

“Y/N, why don’t you go with Dean. I’m sure Sam would really love to ride home with you like old times. Don’t worry about me, I’m a man. I can take care of myself.” Ketch smiled, rubbing his hands on your arms soothingly.

“Thanks Ketch.” You gave him a big hug before hopping into Dean’s truck.

Driving to the middle school was filled with awkward silence. It had been a long time since you and Dean rode in the same car together, since you stopped being friends. You had wished things were different, but he betrayed you and you couldn’t forgive him for that.

Back in middle school you and Dean were best friends. Walked to and from school together until Lisa moved to town. You admitted that she was nice in the beginning, but you noticed that everything started to become a competition with her. Who was at class first, who Dean hugged first, who got the window seat in class, who got to sit in the middle in the truck. It was ridiculous and borderline pitiful on her part.

Our middle school dance came along and we had been planning on going together way before Lisa was in the picture and he chose to go with her instead, his best friend. What crossed the line for you was that he didn’t even have the audacity to talk to you about it. He blew you off for a girl he just met and that hurt, a lot. He had thrown the loyalty factor out the window.

You stared out the window when Sam came into view. His face instantly lit up at the sight of you. “Y/N!” He shot up from the bench he was sitting on and ran over to the car, not giving you enough time to move before he had you in his vice grip hug. “You’re here!” He chirped, pulling away from you.

“A little squirrel told me that you missed me coming to pick you up.” You teased, scooting over to the middle of the truck. “And looks like you’ve gotten eve taller!” Your eyes widened.

Sam laughed. “I did miss you. You never come with Dean anymore. And I’ve already grown 3 more inches.”

“When we get home we’re measuring ourselves. I don’t want my little Sammy to be bigger than me!” You fake cried, hugging him while ruffling his hair.

“Actually, he’s already taller than you,” Dean interrupted as he drove.

“Are you kidding me? No fair!” You pouted.

“It’s okay Y/N, you’re cute being small.” Sam joked.

“Sammy, you wait until you get your first girlfriend, I’m gonna get all big sister on your scrawny little ass!” You punched him playfully, Dean smiling from the driver’s seat. It had been so long since his dad would pick you all up from school and drove home together. To Dean, this was peaceful. This was like home. He missed this.

Finally reaching home, Sam practically dragged you into their house, leaving Dean behind. “Mom, Dad, Y/N’s here!” Sam beamed, leading you into the kitchen, his hand still holding yours.

“Y/N, it’s been a long while since you’ve come over, good to see you.” Mary dropped what she was preparing to come over and hug you.

“Hey there kiddo.” John ruffled your hair. Some things never change. “HA, well look at that. Sammy’s finally taller than Y/N.” John bellowed.

“Hey!” I pouted causing everyone to laugh.

“Don’t worry Y/N, you won’t have to protect me anymore. This time I’ll protect you.” Sam announced. John and Mary giggle, you smiled feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. Sam was just too sweet.

“Hey Dad, Mom,” Dean walked in smiling, setting the keys on the key hook.

“Hey Son.” John called.

“Dean, honey, is Lisa coming over tonight?” Mary asked. “And Y/N you are definitely staying. I’ll call your mom later to let her know.” Mary pointed. You looked over at Dean who was already staring at you.

“Nah, she’s got other things to do.”

“Yeah, like building an alter of you in her closet.” Sam teased.

“Shut it, Sammy.” Dean spat, causing Sam to laugh.

“Give it a rest you two.” John scolded.

The three of you made it to the living room. Dean sat on the arm chair turning on the TV. while you and Sam sat on the couch, Sam going on about a book he’s been reading. You didn’t mind. You loved seeing the enthusiasm in his face and the excitement in his voice. Sam was such a nerd.

“Jeez, Sammy. C’mon, quite yapping her ears off.” Dean groaned trying to hear what was on TV.

“Sorry, Y/N. It’s just really nice to have you around again. Oh, hey! Want to see my room? I changed it around and I got this new shelf! It’s like I have my own mini library!” Sam shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand once again and leading you upstairs. You couldn’t help but laugh.

He pulled you into his room showing you all the new books he got and posters. You were impressed. His bedroom had definitely come along way since he was in elementary school. You were mindlessly looking around when you took noticed of his desk, something was peaking under a pile of papers. Curiosity got the better of you and you pulled it out. You managed to stifle your giggles and calmed yourself down.

“Ahem. Busty Asian Beauties? You read these now?” You teased, waving the porn magazine in the air. Sam’s eyes went wide and his face flushed in the deepest red imaginable.

“Th-that… That’s not mine! Dean’s always doing this!” He snatched the magazine from you, throwing it into the small trash bin near his desk.

“Sammy, it’s okay. I used to find a whole bunch of porn in Dean’s room all the time too.”

“That’s not the point.” He sighed. “I’m not like that.” Sam slumped on his bed.

You sat next to him, awkwardly wrapping an arm around this shoulders due to his height. “Jeez, kid. You’ve grown way too much.” You joked.

“Yeah, I’m not a kid any more.” He stated.

“No, you’re not. Maybe I should start calling you Sam since you’re a man now.” You teased, however Sam took it seriously.

“I like that. I think everyone should start calling me Sam.”

“Okay then, Sam.” You smiled, Sam returning the gesture.

“Hey, am I interrupting something?” Dean popped in the doorway.

“We were just catching up.” You responded.

“Y/N, wanna hang in my room? Kinda wanna talk to you in private.” Dean muttered.

“Dean, Y/N is hanging out with me right now.” Sam stated, as a matter of fact.

“Sammy. I mean Sam, I’ll be back alright?” You assured him before leaving his room.

“Of course you are.” Sam was a little disappointed. He knew that you weren’t coming back. It has always been you and Dean. He grumbled to himself as he got up and shut his bedroom door, falling onto his bed in annoyance.

Dean had brought you into his room. Everything looked the same except there were more music posters on his walls, and his computer had been switched out with a laptop. As Dean closed his door, you plopped yourself onto his desk chair, bringing your legs up so that you could sit cross legged.

“You’re going to sit there?” Dean questioned. You usually sat in the middle of his bed.

“Yeah, don’t know when the last time you changed your bedsheets. Don’t want getting any of Lisa’s DNA on me. Gross.” You shuddered at the thought. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

“Anyways, what did you want to talk to me about?” You spun yourself on his chair.

Dean tried to speak as you continued to spin yourself. He watched you with frustration at you lack of attention skills. When he tried to talk to you again, you started to spin yourself faster. You were starting to get dizzy but didn’t care. You didn’t really want to be in the same room with Dean at the moment, especially not in his bedroom where he and Lisa spent most of their time in, but you were curious to what he possibly had to say.

As you were about to send yourself on another spin, Dean’s hands were suddenly on the arms of the desk chair holding you still. Your eyes met with his, fury in yours and annoyance in his. The pair of you stared at each other for a few seconds before you realized how close to his face was to yours.

You slightly turned your face away, unable to look into his gorgeous green eyes. “This has been going on long enough, it’s time we fully talk about what happened in eighth grade.” Dean stated, his voice serious and stern.

“About how you ditched me for Lisa? And on top of that, you’re still with her after three years.” The venom in your voice could kill.

“Look, I really liked her and she liked me. I took the chance on actually having a girlfriend. We were friends, I thought you’d be happy for me. But then you went all psycho on me and ended our friendship.” Dean hissed, pushing on the chair you were sitting on roughly away from him. Your eyes widened at the nerve of him.

“So this is my fault? Screw you Dean.” You spat, abruptly jumping from the chair. “We made a promise that it was you and me and then you went and ditched me without a word. You left me hanging. I waited for you that night and got no call or warning. So I headed to the school dance to find you there with Lisa hanging all over you. Then the whole night you didn’t even bother talking to me or apologizing. If this is my fault that I thought my best friend was someone who cared about me, then yeah, this is my fault. I cared too much and you didn’t care at all.” By the end of your short speech, you were seething.

“I didn’t mean–” Dean started but got cut off by you.

“No. Screw you. I hate you.” The words slipped passed your lips. You didn’t mean it, you could never mean it, but you were just so angry at him. You were hurt. You gave him one last look, seeing the shocked expression he held. Unable to bare it, you turned to leave. As the door opened, it was shut immediately, causing you to jump.

“You don’t mean that.” His voice was soft. You could feel his hot breath fanning the back of your neck. You didn’t even realize he was that close.

Your eyes fell to his hands that were on the door, one on either side of your head. You licked your lips nervously not knowing what if you should say or do something. Your breathing becoming a little uneven at the close proximity. His body heat was quickly melting into yours and the room just felt hot.  

“Most friendships don’t last forever, anyway.” You breathed, not daring to turn around. You couldn’t imagine the hurt on his face that was inflicted by your words.

“Y/N.” You heard the tremor in his voice. Your heart clench wondering if he was crying, and if he was that was on you.

Finally gaining the courage, you shifted, turning your body to his. You didn’t look up, just stared at his plaid clad chest. The red one was always your favorite. Dean moved closer, his scent a lot more prominent. When you noticed that he wasn’t stopping, you took a step back, feeling the door behind your back. Soon, Dean was about an inch away from pressing against you.

“D-Dean.” You cursed yourself for stuttering.

“I’m sorry. It was the only way I could think of.” Confusion took over you as his words sank in. “I thought I could forget about this feeling by dating her but it didn’t work. It still doesn’t work.” He shuffled closer, his chest was flush against yours as his forehead rested on the door. His breath on your ear.

You lifted your hands up to his chest, supporting them there. His heartbeat was racing and thumping violently against his chest. When he didn’t move or say anything, your hands slid from his chest to around his torso, wrapping your arms tightly around him, you face buried in his chest. You missed him more than you realized and having him this close to you was enough for you recognize that. Dean reciprocated the gesture, holding you close, one hand on your back and the other cupping the back of your head.

After a few minutes, Dean pulled away just enough so he could look at your face. Your watery eyes met his soft ones. You noticed his eyes travel down to your lips and before you could comprehend what was happening, his lips were against yours. The kiss was soft, yet hard and desperate. It didn’t take you long to mold into him, kissing him back like you always wanted to.

When reality finally crept back into your conscience, you shoved him away, your lips parting with a smacking sound. God, how you missed the feeling already. “We, we can’t.” You heaved. “You have a girlfriend.”

Dean continued to stare at your disheveled form, eyeing you up and down. He proceeded to approach you again, this time he hooked his arms under your thighs, hoisting you above his hips and pressing his lips hungrily back to yours. Completely stunned, your mind went blank of anything but Dean, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist, pulling him closer. Your arms clung around his neck, your hands tangled in his short blonde hair.

Before things could go any further, a knock came from the other side of the door. Dean groaned as he released his hold on you. He scanned over your figure, taking in the way you looked in front of him. Swollen lips, tousled hair, flushed cheeks, a panting mess, and he also noticed the glassy look in your eyes. That look alone was enough for him to go primal, but he couldn’t ignore whoever was on the other side of that damn door.

A knock came again. “Dean, Y/N, Dinner is ready!” Sam shouted, pounding on the door this time.

“We’ll be right out, Sammy.” Dean called, attempting to sort himself out.

When you finally came to, you hurried yourself to do that same, fixing your hair, straightening your shirt, and trying to calm your heartrate.

“What the hell just happened?” You whispered to yourself. Dean casting a look your way having heard your question.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I couldn’t… help myself. This is on me.” He assured you.

“No, I kissed you back. I wanted it just the same as you did.” You confessed, running both hands down your face, releasing a heavy sigh. “You have a girlfriend, Dean. And as much as I don’t like her, I don’t want to be that girl.” You admitted before heading out the door.

You made it down the hall, walking into the kitchen smiling at the Winchester family at the table. Dean walked in taking the empty seat near his dad and across from his mom. You occupied the seat next to Dean and across of Sam. Sam gave you a bright smile, which you easily returned.

“This looks amazing,” you complimented as everyone filled their plates.

While everyone was eating and making small talk, mostly talking about why you weren’t coming over more often and what you had been up to. Your only excuse that you could give them was that you were focusing on school and all your AP courses were pretty tough, although the really weren’t. You were smart, which was one of the reasons Sam looked up to you.

You were telling them about the colleges you were applying for such as Princeton, Harvard, Notre dam, and Stanford, just to name a few. You didn’t really care much for the fancy schools but your parents wanted you to go somewhere that had a reputation. Mid conversation, you suddenly felt a hand on your thigh. Your body stiffened and your breath hitched in your throat. You shook moved your thigh in hopes that he would get the hint, but his hand still remained. His grip only tightened.

As a warning to Dean, you stabbed your fork in a piece of chicken before bringing it to your mouth. His eyes followed your fork to your lips before settling in your warning stare. He subtly bit his lower lip, taking you by surprised. He actually liked that.

“Is my son bothering you, Y/N?” John jumped in. Dean’s eyes went wide when he had realized that his father knew there was something going on.

“No, Sir.” You replied, a bit stunned yourself.

“You always do that. You’d aggressively take something from his plate when ever you were mad at him.” John smiled.

“O-Oh, wow. Do I really do that?” You giggled, free of Dean’s hands on you. “I was actually talking to Dean earlier asking about what his future would be like, but he wouldn’t tell me, so I was a little annoyed at him about that.” You lied.

“Dean, why didn’t you tell Y/N?” Mary asked before she turned to you, “He wants to be a detective.”

“Really?” You and Sam said in unison. You shot a look at Sam, surprised that he didn’t even know.

Dean groaned, embarrassment evident on his face. “I think it’s cool, but I don’t know yet. I just don’t think I’m smart enough.” He confessed.

“Dean, you’re smart enough to do and be whatever you want. It actually fits quite perfectly for now that I think about it. You were always into that comic book, what was it called? Supernatural? You loved all that mystery, investigating, and hunting stuff. And your extremely determined when your focused.” You told him confidently. You knew Dean despite the inactive years together.

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.” Dean smiled.

Dinner quickly ended and you and Sam volunteered to do the dishes. John and Mary had retreated to the living room to watch a movie, while Dean headed up stairs.

“You really believe that Dean could be a good detective?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I think Dean can do anything. But I was a little surprised that he would choose crime investigation. I always pegged him for… I don’t know, like a police officer, or a fire fighter, maybe a superhero!” Sam said with enthusiasm. “Dean is the coolest guy I know.”

“You’re right. He’s the coolest guy I know too. You in second place.” You teased. “Lisa is lucky to have him.”

“Lisa? Didn’t Dean tell you? When we were upstairs in my room, my mom told me that Lisa dropped by and Dean broke up with her. Isn’t that what he wanted to talk to you about?”

“No, well… maybe, but we didn’t get that far in our conversation.” It all made sense. You knew Dean well enough to know that he would never cheat, even if he didn’t like the girl.

“Hey, Y/N?” Sam muttered, drying the plate in his hands.

“Yeah, Sammy?” You questioned.

“You like Dean, don’t you?” His question came out of no where.

“Of course I do. I like you too.” You told the younger Winchester.

“Yeah, but not like how you like Dean. You love him don’t you?” You didn’t know what to say to him. “I can tell. I could tell that you liked him for a long time. You looked at him like how my mom looks at my dad. When Dean started going on with Lisa all those years ago, I was shocked. But then I thought that maybe you could love me that way.” Sam confessed. His cheeks reddening.

“Sa–”

“But,” you were cut off, “If it’s Dean, then it’s okay. He’s the only guy that isn’t me, that deserves someone as amazing as you.” Sam finally looked up at you. He was slightly taller, a little more serious, and you could tell that he had definitely matured. He was a man.

“Thanks, Sam. That means a lot to me.” You smiled, opting out from calling him Sammy.

After doing the dishes, Sam had joined their parents while you made your way up to Dean’s room. You slowly opened the door without a sound, seeing him staring at the ceiling. He was lost in his thoughts until you laid down next to him. The dip in his bed breaking him out of his trance.

“Hey.” You turned on your side so you were facing him.

“Hey.” He said back, only turning his head to look at you. “Did you really mean all that? You think I’m smart enough to be a detective?”

“Dean, you can be whatever you want. You are smart, especially when you’re really into something. I’ve seen you build your own soapbox derby car all on your own, without your dad’s help. And this was when we were 10. So yeah, you can do anything.” You grinned. His lips curled upwards as his emerald eyes twinkled.

Without thinking, still staring into his gorgeous green hues, you leaned forward, pressing your lips lightly against his. When you pulled back and opened your eyes, your cheeks warmed up noticing he was looking straight at you.

“I–” you started but was cut off by Dean molding his lips back to yours. His arm slipped under your waist, circling around it, motioning and pulling you on top of him. You moaned in his mouth at the new position, feeling how excited he was getting.

The kiss quickly escalated, and you found yourselves gyrating against each other while your tongues fought for dominance. Him winning in the end. Your skin felt hot under Dean’s touches, as his hands slipped under your shirt caressing your sides and back, never going too far.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Lisa?” You asked after you were able to break away from him.

“I was going to but things took a turn for the worse and then you were just driving me up the walls, and then I just couldn’t help myself. I was gone from you for so long that having you so close, I just lost it.” He professed breathlessly. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, I’m sorry.” He finally admitted his deepest truth.

You were stunned, unable to relay any form of words to him. Instead you crashed your lips back onto his, bring your hands under his head in attempt to bring him closer. In one swift motion, Dean had you under him, assaulting your lips in desperation, like a starved man. His crotch between your legs that were rubbing against his. His hands were feeling you in places that the both of you only dreamed of. In that moment, everything revolved around Dean.

You had loved him since childhood and now that you knew he felt the same way, you were going to hold onto him as tight as you could, and you were going to let him (any man for that matter) have you have you for the very first time.

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[shirtlesssammy]

13x08: The Scorpion and the Frog

Then: 

A bunch of stuff happened. This is just a pretty picture of Dean. You’re welcome.

Now:

Cambridge, England

7:45 on a Friday

A dodgy acting woman enters a museum and proceeds to make her way to a vault in the basement.

She tries entering a room with a passcode, but doesn’t seem to have the right code, so she goes in the old fashioned way --busting it open. Man, pilates really does work. She grabs what she came for, but not before getting caught by a security guard. It appears our thief is a demon and she smokes out to possess the guard.

Once outside, if the smoke possession didn’t convince us hijinks were in action, the strategic light across the eyes and billowing night fog should really tip us off. Another dodgy demon meets the security guard and takes the mysterious documents. The security guard wonders how Asmodeus will reward them --with an angel blade to the heart, my friend. Then demon #2, let’s call him Barthamus, calls Dean! On speed dial.

At the bunker, stressed-out Dean is over cleaning his gun, when Sam walks into the kitchen. Sam’s got no news on Ketch, no news on Jack, and -get this- is the one talking to Cas. I love the speculations out there that say Asmodeus has to talk to Sam because Dean would know in a second.

Anyway, Dean gets his call from Barthamus, where Bart indicates he has info on Jack. They should meet him at Smile Diner.

On the way to the diner, Dean clarifies his stance on the meeting. “You know, after Crowley, I told myself no more demons.” Lololol, this is a gem of a statement. Yes Dean, we know you had your Summer of Love with Crowley, and that you did extraordinary things to triplets together. Let those demons go.

Once at the diner, Bart tries kissing up to the brothers by offering Dean pie and calling Sam the smart one.

He also has a spell to track Jack. He tells them he’ll be in touch and takes off. Dean eats the pie. Sam does research, and finds out the spell checks out. Dean’s reluctant, but Sam convinces him to work with Bart.

They meet up with Bart and his associates, Smash -a safecracker extraordinaire- and Grab-a demon who can bypass supernatural security.

“What is this, a heist? Hold up...is this a heist?” Yep.

Their target is Luther Shrike, a collector of supernatural objects, who has a trunk of Bart’s. Bart would get it himself, but he needs the blood of someone who’s been to Hell and back: Dean. At first I was confused since both brothers have been to hell and back, but a nice Twitter exchange with Meredith Glynn, the writer for this episode, makes it clear why it had to be Dean.

Bart makes it clear to the brothers that if they don’t take his deal, he’ll contact Asmodeus. The brothers take the deal. Shrike will never see them coming!

Shrike, getting a visit from one of Asmodeus’s minions, sees them coming.

The night of the great heist, Sam pulls up to Shrike’s house in the Impala (Dean and Smash hidden in the backseat). Uh, way to go undercover dudes? Don’t tell me the Impala isn’t instantly recognizable by anyone related to the supernatural.

Dean and Smash head their separate way from Sam, who heads to the main house to talk with Shrike.

While working on a Grab summoning spell, Dean and Smash bond over Jolt Nerve Damage.  It’s like she’s the little sister he never wanted. Once Grab arrives, he tells Dean that the vault is cloaked, but Dean is a vault compass, and with a simple spell his arm is leading the way.

Back inside, Shrike pours Sam a glass of homemade gin while they talk over his collection. Judging by Sam’s face it’s DELISH. He shows Sam his prized “fang of basilisk.” Sam picks it up… Great. Yes. Get your finger oils all over priceless artifacts, Sam. Though Sam correctly identifies it as a gorgon tooth...so I’ll overlook it. So will Shrike, as it turns out. He asks to see what Sam brought from his family collection. Sam opens the box and OH MY GOD it’s Ruby’s blade. I mean. Maybe this is less precious in a world full of angel blades but DUDE. The stakes are suddenly raised.

Meanwhile, Dean is still trapped in the comic relief portion of the evening, walking around with his dowsing-rod-arm leading the way to the vault.

They find the vault hidden in a cellar and after some cajoling, Dean leads Smash down to find the safe. First they’ve got to get through the blood-hungry door.

Up in the house, Sam starts to wrap up the deal with Shrike. Clearly nervous because he’s been far less of a distraction than he’d hoped to be, Sam agrees to whatever the terms of payment he can get. Shrike pulls out a big stack of money, then says, “We both know you’re not really here for this.” Sam tries to play dumb and Shrike picks up the demon killing knife and attacks Sam. The knife gets knocked away YES but Shrike picks up a shotgun NO. Sam knifes Shrike but it does nothing. “As long as I’m on my property I can’t die.” He picks up the fossilized gorgon tooth and knocks Sam out.

Back with adorable comic-relief-Dean, he faces down the Most Perilous Peril. He’s got to stick his hand in the stone mouth on the door. His hand gets pinned by some seriously cool machinery and Dean gets his blood sugar test done, satisfying the door that he’s human.

Wounded only by a finger prick and the scorn of a young woman, Dean leads the way inside the vault.

Inside is an Indiana Jones level booby trapped hall with trigger plates set into the floor that set off poisonous darts. (I’m just going to sit for a minute and picture Wanek’s face when he got the script.) Dean Bean being the bestest in all the land sees the dart fly in slow motion towards Smash. He pulls her back just in time.

So this turns out to be a little hitch and they pause to ponder the problem. Grab shouts down to the clubhouse to check on their progress, when Shrike sneaks up on him and kills him with the demon blade. There goes one chess piece. Shrike surprises them in the vault and Smash knees him and races past him to the door. Nicely done, lady! Good survival skills, there. Dean Bean’s left alone with Shrike. “Awesome.”

Señor Sweatervest confronts Dean and it’s a regular gun v. knife-wielding-immortal fight, Dean firing fruitlessly into his chest until Sam interrupts. (Interrupting Sam to the rescue!) Sam drops that Shrike’s immortal and Dean punches his lights out. “Good thing he’s got a glass jaw,” Dean says. RIGHT???? <3

After the commercial break we cut back to the Winchesters and Shrike. They’ve tied him to a post and ordered him to help them...and then they’ll let him go. Shrike’s not willing to help them crack the riddle.

Smash (aka Alice) races for the gate where Bart’s waiting. She begs to do another job - any other job - rather than go back and face certain death in the vault. He’s unwilling to renegotiate her deal, however. Aw, she made a deal with the King of the Crossroads. :(

Back at the vault the Winchesters scratch their heads over the puzzle. Dean proposes just...flying by the seat of their pants. Sam’s shocked. SHOCKED.

“These aren’t like the lasers in Entrapment,” Sam protests. Hmmm. HMMM.

“Did you just say Entrapment?” Dean asks, glad to catch Sam enjoying pop culture like the rest of us. Sam hatches an idea.

They load up Shrike in a cart and push him right through the middle of his booby trapped hall. He makes the whole run and soaks up all the poisoned darts. Good job, kids. Sam and Dean ponder the safe when Smash shows up. She’s ready to finish the job and stay alive and outta Hell. She pulls out a stethoscope and cracks the safe in less than a minute. 

The Winchesters grab the trunk and head out the door where they discover that Shrike’s gone missing. “Who cares? Let’s blow this pop stand.” They load up the Impala and head for the hills. On the road they’re confronted by Shrike in a anger-red pickup. Dean does some fancy reverse driving while Sam shoots out the tires.

Shrike tells them they’re working for pure evil and they learn his story. Shrike sold his soul to save his son but his son died from an accident a few years later. When the hounds came to collect, he made a new deal. He’d located Bart’s bones and threatened to burn them if the hounds ever came for him again. “You’re on the wrong side,” he tells them and before we can fall into too much introspection a machete slices Shrike’s head clean off. It’s Bart! Man, he’s good at sneaking up on people.

“You never should have left the house,” Bart tells a now quite dead Shrike.

Bart pays Alice then pulls out the second half of the spell for the Winchesters. Sam and Dean decide to renege on the deal...and Bart grabs Alice. He threatens to snap her neck before he goes up in flames. Reluctantly they hand over the trunk to Bart. Bart sends Alice to pick up his trunk and she apologizes to them.

“You gotta take care of you, right?” Dean asks, his EYES TELLING A WHOLE OTHER STORY. There’s a lighter in the bones… Alice understands Dean’s woo woo mystical eye language and lights the bones on fire. Alice is saved but the spell goes up with Bart (no thanks to Sam’s roundly mocked fire-putting-out skills).

Cut to a bus station. Alice thanks the Winchesters, tells them she’ll see them around, and heads for the bus. “Hey Alice,” Dean says. “Stay weird.” <3 <3 <3

Back at the bunker the Winchesters debrief and decompress. Dean’s looking on the positive side of life these days and consoles Sam. They saved someone, they’ll figure out another way to find Jack, and the world will keep on truckin’.

En-Quote-Ment:

Hell Street, Hell Avenue, just Hell really.

“The famous Winchesters!” “Some random demon.”

You’re a real pain in the pitchfork. And the halo.

Twinsies.

I’ve seen this movie a thousand times.

Hey Winona. Nineties called. They want their shoes back.

This is all on you, hand puppet.

There was supposed to be a safe and not some dollar store Indiana Jones crap.

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[killcapitalizm]

since u asked; wanda maximoff

summary: wanda makes a new friend months after having no one. romance ensues.

word count: 1,960

warnings: i didn’t edit this (do i edit anything?) and this probably isnt my best fic ahhh. 

a/n: as much as i love peter parker, i still need to satisfy my own gay needs. i love wanda. she's cute. i listened to/loosely based this off of since u asked by swim good x merival. anyways back to peter after this y'all dont worry

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And after the violence against Ultron that had resulted in her dear brother’s death, Wanda had decided that maybe shutting out others would be the best way to cope with that. It was awfully lonely but she’d rather sew her own heart back together than have Steve lay his hands all over it, where he’d surely expose her raw emotions to whoever asked him. As much as she appreciated him, he was terribly pushy.

Really, everyone of the Avengers had their own traits of pushiness. It made the compound feel incredibly smaller than it was. Despite how much her privacy was respected, when she emerged she felt emotionally violated. It was unclear to her how no one, not even Natasha, who didn’t even let herself witness her own true feelings, understood that she’d like to keep her trauma to herself.

But within all the metaphorical walls she was able to find peace, and that lied with you. You were a strange sight to her, to see someone so young working with the older members of the group. And yes, she too was young, but that is one thing that set her apart. You were older than her, but not by much. Your face shone with soft innocence. She wondered if you were supposed to be here, in a group of people whose pasts were all either written in the bags under their eyes or desperately painted over, so obvious that you could only assume what they’d seen.

Your eyes were kind, too kind. The bags under then were lighter than even hers, and they came from the history of a student rather than of an abused child or being raised to kill or seeing your best friend fall to his death. Wanda had once dared to peer into your mind, and you hadn’t noticed because you had no powers like she did. She assumed that you must be incredibly smart, as that was the only factor she could think of that would allow you into such a specific group of superheroes.

Later, that assumption was confirmed, when Steve had noticed how carefully Wanda was observing you.

“Stark found her, as per usual,” he had said. “Her name is Y/N. She’s really smart. Good with technology, science. Pretty wise for her age, too. You should talk to her.”

“And why should I talk to her?” Wanda watched you from afar as you followed Bruce off to wherever.

“Because she’d be good for you. I say that a lot, but she doesn’t act like us adults. She’d understand you better than I ever could.”

“Sure,” said she, but the urge to talk to you overcame her just as strongly as the urge to close herself off had cam all those months ago.

You mostly hovered around Bruce, which made it hard for her to approach you. Wanda knew Bruce held a grudge against her for the time she had pried at his head and that provoked a fear of him. A silent warning to keep a distance between him and herself. Steve insists she has nothing to fear.

But it was a real fear. So instead, she opted to wait until you were away from Banner and had your hands free of any work. Granted, she had to wait for another week, but she had learnt that it was worth that wait.

She caught you on your way to lunch one day, and indeed you were what Steve had said and everything she had wished you were. Kind and glowing. You asked her to lunch and she was more than happy to comply.

After you had convinced her to grab more than just an apple for lunch, you sat down with her and conversation turned out to be easier than Wanda had expected. You got her to talk about things that Steve Rogers couldn’t pry from her after months of trying.

“It’s terribly lonely,” said Wanda as she ate a full sandwich for the first time since she returned from Sokovia. “But it never feels right to share with anyone. I do trust everyone but not with my thoughts. Without my brother, I haven’t been able to really talk to someone.”

“You’re talking to me.” You smile. “You don’t have to tell anyone anything, despite how badly Steve wants you to share. If you feel lonely, there will be people who will listen to what you have to say. Sometimes you can’t wait for your feelings to catch up. Sometimes you need to talk, and after those first few words it becomes much easier to speak.”

“How old are you?” Wanda asks.

“Nineteen, dear, I’ve already told you.”

“Irrelevant,” she tells you. “Your words are older than your body.”

“How eloquent of you.” Your cheeks turn pink.

“Where do you get your advice from?”

“Myself.”

“Tell me how.”

“Well, since you asked,” you sigh lightly. “I should say I don’t really know. I’m a grown up now. Keeping a thin outlook on life is a waste of my youth.”

“Tell me more.” Wanda leans on the table.

“I don’t know. Leave the past in the past. Look to the future with a broad gaze. I speak from emotional experience. Being good with words helps, too.”

She wanted to look into your head, but something told her not to. There was a peculiar beauty in leaving your thoughts unknown to her, in letting you tell her when you wanted to.

Her room was on the other side of the compound but that didn’t stop you two from seeing each other every day.

She went to you with her thoughts and emotions and she found solace in your gentle brightness. She cried once when talking about her brother. You held her to your chest and your heartbeat reminded her to breathe. You told her that her awful sadness won’t last and then you told her a story of your aunt that found strength in colors and she blushed when you told her she’d look lovely in yellow. She decided to tell Steve, who was incredibly happy that Wanda had made a friend and perhaps something more, she told him that her heart feels so amazingly light when you smile. Steve told her that she was feeling love and she asked him what that is. He told her, “Wait a bit, and when you need to know, ask Y/N.”

She wanted to ask again, but she decided to follow Steve’s advice. So she waited, she waited for a month until that feeling in her heart was so strong that she was sure that her chest would burst open. A month of talking to you daily, really talking. She started to sleep in your room instead of her own, and then she sometimes would sleep in the same bed as you. You’d hold her close with a knowing smile and you waited along with her through all of those nights of agonizingly amazing hugs.

And after that month of being able to talk to someone, she decided that she had to know what Steve meant by love. She had love for her brother and love for her mentors and love for the little children she’d sometimes see when she was out and about; each was a different kind of love.

“Steve told me I love you,” Wanda said one morning after a night of sleeping with your limbs tangled together.

You paused and turned to her, a shirt in hand. “Steve said that?” You didn’t bother to hide a smile.

“Yes,” she answered. “He said to ask you when I really need to know what he meant.”

“Well, that’s clever of him.” You put on the shirt and sit next to her on your bed. “I suppose he wants me to explain this to you.”

“I’d assume so.”

“I’ll start by saying that I love you, too.” Wanda felt her heart swell and she rested her hand on her chest to keep it from tearing through her skin. “There are different kinds of love, I’m sure you know that, and I can only hope you feel the same love for me as I do for you.”

“What kind of love do you feel?”

“Romantic love.” You bite your lip, hard.

“Tell me what that is.” She’s certain that she feels romantic love for you. Absolutely sure, but she wants to know what it is.

“Well, there’s a love for family and a love for friends, but love for a lover is stronger than that. If your romantic love is true- and I assure you, mine is- then it is greater than any other love. That doesn’t cancel out everything else, but it is entirely different.” You swallow. “Typically, you’d want to spend the rest of your life and then more with your lover.”

“I feel that,” Wanda said. “I feel that. For you.”

“Are you sure?” You take her hand in yours.

“I’m sure.”

“How sure?”

“Certain.”

You focused only on her hand, doubting her supposed certainty. You refused to make eye contact, because although she respected your privacy and didn’t ever dare to use her powers to look into your head, you knew she could very easily tell how you felt from your expression. The more time she spent with you, the more she noticed the smallest of details about you.

“I’m certain, Y/N,” she repeats, “I know this.”

“I don’t know if you do,” you say. “I don’t think I explained it well. Really, you can’t explain love at all, so you can’t just trust me to tell you how you feel…”

“But I know what I feel. I love you, a different kind of love than what I feel for everyone else or what I feel for my brother.” She places her other hand on yours. “Much stronger, but in an entirely different sense. Something greater than all other feelings. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your heart swelled in your chest and you gripped her hand firmly. “Oh, Wanda,” you murmur, finally daring to lift your head. Her face is just inches from yours, and you can’t help yourself after hearing how she spoke about you. You lean forward and kiss her, and to your surprise she kisses you back. You had thought that since she had supposedly didn’t know what romantic love was, she hadn’t known how to kiss (really, she was just doing what you were doing).

Something swelled again in your heart, stronger this time, and you freed one hand and placed it at the back of her neck; when you pressed closer, you could feel the heat of her face on your skin and both of you knew that your hands were getting awfully clammy. Soon you’d pull away only to have her pull you back. She really didn’t know how to kiss, it was sloppy and new.

You managed to pry her from your lips long enough to hold a short conversation, “Does this mean we’re dating?”

“What does that mean?” She kept her face close by, eager to continue.

“You know, when you love someone as a friend and everyone knows you’re friends… When you love someone like this, you first begin with dating.”

“Then we’re dating.”

“That means you’re my girlfriend.” You couldn’t help the smile that overcame your face.

“And are you my girlfriend?”

“Yes.” She matched your smile before pulling you back in.

“So you told her?” Steve hums. She’s been sharing a lot more with him lately.

“Yeah, she’s…” Wanda bites back a stupid smile. “She’s my girlfriend now.”

“Girlfriend?” His face beamed with pride. “That’s great.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when he gave her a suggestive thumbs-up. “Yeah. She’s great.”

[briteboy]

yelling @ santi, i’m evil again (what else is new), SOME REALLY REALLY OLD ASKS, one GoT spoiler at the very bottom (beware)

*angrily slaps santi* GET YOUR SELF TOGETHER YAH POOP HEAD

Lou and Fiona deserve happiness pls let it happen ty

they do ;-; it will happen, don’t worry, no one suffers forever <3 i’ve actually been planning out lou’s story and i’m excited to actualize it hehe

I just read all of Santis story. Dear god, it is amazing. I cannot begin to describe how much I love it. I have been really sick lately and have such a hard time concentrating on anything for more than one second but I have not been able to look away from this story, not even when I re-read it for the third time. You are an amazing writer and I have fallen in love with every charachter you have introduced. I teared up so many times and my heart began beating fast, it was really an experience.

OH MY GOD ;___________; YOU READ IT THREE TIMES WHAATDOSOIGODFSKL holy shit thank you so much, i don’t even know what to say right now lmao ;-; i’m just kinda in awe that i was able to grab your attention like that and that you enjoyed it so much and just askjdjfsd THANK YOU i can’t say anything else but just thank you, people like you make this all worth it <3 

A case of the novembers is the kinda story you read and you just know its going to stick with you for awhile. Like ones day, you'll be long gone in the future, doing something totally different, older wiser, all that bullshit, and you'll just randomly remember what a bittersweet story it was.

OMFG ;___; holy heck asjdjnfkdkjs this really got me right in the heart lmao. that’s the kind of story it’s always been for me and seeing other people interpret it that way as well is just mind boggling, thank you <3 

You are evil. My poor heart hurts. ;______________;

you've ruined my life

Life hack: listen to the entire Hamilton soundtrack whilst working out at the gym. By the end of it, you'll have lost half your body weight due to sweating and crying at the same time (pls help this was such a bad decision)

OMG that’s me with grimes’ art angels lmao i go hord to kill v maim and venus fly

hamilton fans also go hord i respect it. learn more about history get swole killing two birds with one stone

Okay this is so fucking random but a while ago you did a post where you talked about perfect bby gianni saying that he spent a lot of time in introspection and like Thank you 'cause now I have a word to put on this thing I do when I try to figure why I feel certain things or what my relationship with people/random shit is and why and yeah I kind of understand myself a little better now so thx a lot!!! 😘😘😘 Also, you're great.

i think i was actually talking about santi (’cause that’s where we’re at right now, in that period of introspection for him heheh) but YES omg that makes me so happy ;-; it’s a good word lmao and i do the same thing, in fact i’m always trying to figure out my relationships with everything in order to understand myself more. that’s kinda why i’m so into astrology haha. i’m glad you finally got to pin down that feeling for yourself, it’s the best when that happens <3 YOU’RE GREAT TOO 💫

NOOOOOOOO MY FAVS THIS CAN'T... LOU.... SANTI PLS... THIS IS A RIOT 😭😭

let’s start protesting santi in the streets

Hi!! Umm I'm guessing you do but just in case, did you know there was a tear accessory? I think it's an eyeliner (cause you mentioned having to draw them yourself)

yeah i do! i mentioned the ones by s-club, i’ve used those a couple times. but i like drawing them myself because i feel like it’s weird to have the same single teardrop every time one of my characters cries (and we all know they’ve been crying a lot lately lmfao) if they didn’t cry often i probably wouldn’t feel compelled to draw the tears. but i don’t mind drawing them honestly, it’s kinda fun lmao. thanks for your consideration <3 

so im sitting here thinkin....... what if santi goes on this trip and coms back and lou is in a relationship!?!?!

👏santi👏get👏it👏together👏

HE’S TRYIN

i want to die

AAAH SOLE DEVELOPMENT BETWEEN CUTE DEVIL CHILD AND I ALMOST DIED TWICE TATOO MAN YES

I HAD TO READ THIS LIKE THREE TIMES TO UNDERSTAND IT LMFAOSDOJDKF BUT YES their relationship kills me the most ;__;

wait santi tried to kys :'(

WHERE U BEEN he did  :{

what font do u use in your histories?

arial!

hi u have a really pretty blog and I hope you have a good day

THIS IS SO SWEET I DON’T DESERVE IT ;-; I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY TOO HONEYBEE 🌻

nyooooooom

I WENT M.I.A FOR A LITTLE AND I COME BACK TO READ UP ON THE STORY AND HOW DARE YOU ASHDDJFKL

@teishajenaie on instagram looks like Rooney to me, idk if you'd agree but ??

i see it!! definitely in the eyes and nose. also sorry i answered this literally like 3 months later lmao

gooey by glass animals gives me santi vibes :) ive been listening to it on repeat (bc im tht bitch) and it was making me think of you and his story! c: i hope you dont mind me over here lmao anyway, im excited to see where it goes and real excited for a back story for lou!! <3 lots of love

omg haha that’s actually funny because i used it in that one scene of him tripping, although it’s like completely a gianni song to me (at least personality-wise, it’s even on his playlist on my character page) and noooo i don’t mind, i love that song and i love when people recommend me songs!! i have a whole bunch of recommendations in my inbox that i need to acknowledge omg. anyway I’M EXCITED THAT YOU’RE EXCITED, especially for lou’s story, it’s coming up reeeeeal soon <333

i feel so late to the party but i Just started reading your story like five minutes ago and im absolutely entranced by it already and i cant wait to catch up and finally understand what to heck is going on

this was sent literally forever ago when santi and molly were out there being wild in the desert lmao so i hope you caught up and everything. “entranced” omg that’s such a wonderful word i’m honored

i didnt think i could love you more but the fact that you watch arrested development makes me so happy. i cry. my boyfriend has a mr manager, bluths frozen bananas shirt thats literally my favorite thing ever.

OMGGG YES i watched it once forever ago and i need to re-watch it asap lmao. I’M PRETTY SURE I BOUGHT THAT SAME EXACT SHIRT FOR MY BROTHER FOR CHRISTMAS ONE YEAR

Just a biiig prank. Huge

this one is from so long ago i don’t remember the context but i laughed at loud when i read it. huge

i was playing with uncharted for the first time today and they said Navarro in it and i was like THATS MY BOI SANTIII

santi infiltrating everyone’s lives my bf played uncharted tho!! it looked cool. like indiana jones. i liked the marketplace part. a monkey stole his apple

Hi sunny! I really am in love with your story (even if it's tearing me apart at the moment) and just wanted to say you're cool Stay strong ma dude

HI THANK YOU <333 you’re also cool my dude and i’m sorry for tearing you apart (if it makes you feel any better this story tears me apart on a daily basis)

what packs and expansions do u have for ur game?

ummmmmm all of them except vintage glamour and fitness stuff. i wish i didn’t buy some of the stuff packs lmao but what can ya do i actually didn’t even get vampires or bowling or parenthood until like a month ago lmao i’m late to the party

Oh shit she's been dead hasn't she. Like this is all a drug or alcohol infused bender of mollys memory, she's probably never left. They're probably still at the hospital. I hope I fucking wrong but shit I also hope not. Poor santi

we’re so far past this but i just wanted to publish this anyway lmao it was a good theory! and this person was so sure of it it kinda made me wish it was true lol. sorry if that disappointed you but i’ll always remember this one in my sad sad heart 💔

how long did it take for you to make friends here? I started a simblr because I really like storytelling with my sims & I thought it'd be fun to meet people who enjoy that, too, especially since I don't have many friends irl...but I've been here for quite a few months now and it seems like no one even cares that I'm here....everyone I try to interact with pretty much ignores me after a message or two....I'm just feeling really discouraged about my presence here :/

I’M REALLY SORRY I DIDN’T ANSWER THIS SOONER ASKJDKJFSDKA (i’m sure it didn’t help the fact that you feel ignored, i really really hope you see this) but okay uhhhhhhh i only had acquaintances from 2015 up until like this year? then i started really becoming close with people. so it took a while lol, but i think everyone starts off slow because it’s mostly about the actual game we’re playing at first and then making friends just happens through that. don’t get discouraged, like i said it took a while for me. you really just need to reach out to the people you’d like to become friends with, reply to their posts, give your genuine thoughts, say something that’ll make their day...people notice that no matter what they have going on, i promise. i hope you’re still here and hanging in there. don’t get caught up in who’s talking to you or not talking to you, just do your thing, enjoy what you do, and people will notice you. <3

3. Hi so I just wanted to say that I love your story, I'm here for every update. I'm an s3 player I play s4 every once in awhile but s3 has my soul. I love Santi and I know he will be happy in the end, whether it's with Lou or not(hopefully it is tho) I only want him to be happy. I go through so many emotions in one post, like this is a tv drama and I can’t wait for the next episode. This is the end of my cut and paste. Have a nice day.❤️

HI HELLO <3 this is so sweet and i can’t believe you actually care about my story lmao thank you i’m glad you have faith in his happy ending, i don’t want anyone to think i genuinely like making my characters suffer lmao. i only do it to make the happy ending more satisfying. asjdfjksd comparing my stuff to film or tv always makes me so giddy so THANK YOU ily <333

"Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes" (Beyonce) reminds me of Molly's situation soooo muchhhh aaaahhhhh

OMG YES what a good connection. good song good connection yaeeahhh better call molly with the good hair

Ummmm... hello! I just read through your whole story with Santi and I'm like... holy fuck. Not only is your story wonderful, your editing is so good. I'm surprised I didn't shove my eyes up against my computer screen. Please continue making wonderful things and being great. Signing off 12:31 in the morning, I hope you have as much fun as you want to

“as much fun as you want to” omfgasdkngjd why did that make me laugh so much. don’t have too much fun, have the responsible amount of fun anyway HELLO thank you soooooO much ;-; pls don’t shove ur eyes up against the screen i’m almost positive that’s not good for them. but i appreciate this so much thank YOU for being great <3 signing off at 2:18 in the morning after ignoring this message for months now (i’m sorryyyyyyy) but um ily

HELLO??? I JUST READ A SERIOUS CASE OF NOVEMBER FOR THE FIRST TIME AND I'M LIKE CRYING???? y u do dis to me I hate you and love you at the same time

(I need to rant I'm sorry) My uncle is really positive towards the army and war and stuff like that and all day he's been going on about how it should be mandatory to serve in the military, especially for "little brat girls" like me? And it's stressing me out so much I want to cry :( The army and war is something that genuinely scares me and I don't want anything to do with it, but he's just going on and on! What should I do?

this is literally sooooooooo late and i feel so bad i’m sorry, i hope this still helps you out and i hope you see it tho okay. i’m pretty sure this was even before the trans military ban like whew idek what your uncle must think about that. tbh just ignore him, like i know it’s hurtful but like...what is his point in telling you this? i would’ve literally been like (sarcastically) “ok then sign me up” but i’m also a lil shit so that’s probably not the best thing to say. but really like the only thing he’s trying to do is feel powerful by means of expressing his militaristic (no pun intended) opinions to someone far younger than him. it’s so that he feels bigger and better than you (especially by calling you a brat). he’s a sad man and anyone who relies on the military, of all things, to shape a person probably doesn’t have a strong sense of self anyway. i love you okay, just ignore him, don’t let him stress you out <3

I'm a little high and it's late but I have a lot of courage now so I've been following you for a while and I just want to tell you how much I love your story! I have come across other places on tumblr who do this but none have captured me as this one did! You are amazing and I am in love with this story! Thanks fo being you! :)

ONMG YOU HAD TO BE HIGH TO SEND THIS LMAO that was me this weekend anyway thank you so much, it floors me every time anyone says these kinds of things to me and it never gets old ;-; you are so amazing ok <333

you can't possibly be offended by a homophobic joke in game of thrones, it's set in medieval times. they had several lgbt characters in it, it's not the show that's homophobic, it's the characters, which is accurate for that time period.

o i can and i will lmao i mean i get where you’re coming from but with that logic you could say it’s only accurate to put homophobic jokes in today’s media just because people are still homophobic in the time live in. i know it’s the characters, but you do understand that someone writes those characters, right? it’s bad writing. it’s lazy and pandering and because of that it’s offensive. idk if you know the exact dialogue i was referring to but it was so completely unnecessary lmfao. they could’ve made a million other jokes. regardless of how it offended me it was just BAD lmao

SPOILER BELOW OK DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YA

@ I wanna watch GoT anon: don't. It's just so fucking bad. The definition of overhyped tbh (and btw, sunny, PLS HELP HE SCREWED HIS FUCKING AUNT WTH)

LMAO SOMEONE ACTUALLY AGREES WITH ME? wow bless u. it is definitely overhyped, like it was good at first but it’s been riding that hype through these past couple of seasons to disguise the bad writing. i understand being entertained by it, but i’m always surprised when people think it’s actually well written at this point...it’s so cringey and now thanks to the season finale this fanbase will be justifying incest. great!

OK MOVE ALONG NOW