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lovelykhaleesiii · 2 years ago

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OKAY so my Aegon ii x Aemond x fem!Reader will go something like this (it’s been in my mind since the show ended & I’ve done nothing but think about the details):

- Y/N is the daughter of Viserys’ and Aemma’s eldest daughter, Saera (still debating the name), who left/abdicated her duty as heir cause she feel in love with this man who absolutely loves her tho comes from a lower status than she. She establishes her family with him in Old Valyria, away from the 7 Kingdoms cause she hated the idea of the monarch & what it’s done to her family. She decides that’s the place to be as no one will dare come search for them there (in f&b I think it was said that Jaehaerys banned people from travelling there because of what happened to Aera). Overtime she begins to convince/pays for a maester, servants & dragon keepers to join as inhabitants as her children begin to claim dragons. Saera has a she-dragon who is able to pop out eggs by the clutch.

-Rhaenyra loves her older sister and really looked up to her, but was deeply hurt that she left so suddenly and never knew why she left without a proper goodbye & had left her to be Viserys’ heir. Although she doesn’t have any bad blood with her and knows she left her duty as heir for love (love is the death of duty bitch).

-Viserys on the other hand was hurt and sort of disowned her. Anyways, what we know continues, Aemma dies shortly after her eldest flees from childbirth & he marries Alicent.

-Y/N is the 4/7 eldest child of Saera.

-Aegon ii & Aemond are older than their niece Y/N.

-Y/N does not claim one of the hatchlings on the island, however will claim a wild dragon (if you know me enough, guess which bad boy).

-Viserys still names Rhaenyra heir & no one really opposes this as he reinstates it. Even Alicent is for it (no bad blood between the two), but a common enemy really comes down hard on Rhaenyra (she experiences a big loss & she decides to abdicate). This is when our big boy Aegon comes to play but this will happen much much later.

-Anyways back to the early stages of the story > Rhaenerya sees Viserys begins to deteriorate and so she manages to contact her sister via Mysaria or some dodgy person, and urges her to come back (the whole heir thing settled) so that Viserys sees her one last time. Nyra notices often that her father mistakes her for Saera and finds him speaking to her even tho no one is there, apologising for not having listened to her.

-so Saera’s loyal husband convinces her she should or else she will regret it & that it’s been so long. So the family head out & return to Westeros for the first time (for the children), they’re not used to so many people and the royal etiquette although have been thoroughly educated. Although they first make their way to Dragonstone where the sisters can be properly reunited (and is where Rhannyra took to rest after her loss).

-this is where Y/N finally claims her dragon.

-they then make there way to King’s Lansing, and this is where the boys first lay eyes on Y/N & they become infatuated almost. Aemond sees Y/N first in the throne room where they reunite the family.

-Aegon is “out”.

-Aemond finds that Y/N personality is much to his liking and her looks are unlike anything he’s seen (she has ashy/dark grey hair, her mother has the targaryen blonde although her father a dark haired brunette, the offspring a perfect mix). The rest of the appearance is you LMAO.

-Y/N initially gets comfortable with her uncle’s company, Aemond, as she feels they are alike. But this is where Aegon starts to notice and intervene….

LISTEN she sounds messy but I swear I’ll try to make it work but this is the premises of it. there will be fluff, ANGST AND SMUT FOR SURE. Let me know what ya’ll think 😫

#aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #aegon ii targaryen #tom glynn carney #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen imagines #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aegon ii targaryen angst #aegon ii targaryen fanfiction #aegon ii targaryen fanfic #aegon ii targaryen imagines #house of the dragon #hotd

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fluffbeast7 · 1 year ago

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Ruin dlc spoilers + big analysis of sun, there might be a few english mistakes, sorry

Just me thinking about sun's perspective on both games (dlc one is extremely interesting)

Sun is anything but a baby, sun is anything but weak, and of course neither is moon. I know many people stopped calling him a baby after a while but i saw some ppl saying similar things in the dlc when he sang and cried, that's just seems a little unfair!

Sun is extremely smart, while moon is.. "sick" (i will just call it that, we have proof that despite moon’s past he was a good care taker, he messed up sometimes but something made him worse), sun has:

In the first game:

- knew moon was unstable

- if he didn't want to turn off the lights so bad, there must have been a reason why

- moon used to be his partner in their old job at the theater, they played the act together , i don't think he's means to do anything to hurt moon.. But he also can't risk anyone else getting hurt by moon.

- "why did sun ban Gregory" simple answer my love, i will respond with an analogy, let's remember sun seems unaware of the situation in the pizzaplex,

Imagine you're going out with your kids, imagine going to a store with glass decorations, then you ask you kid "do not break the glass". When you enter, not even a second later the kid distracts you and break a bunch of glasses. Would you let that kid be near glass again?

In the dlc:

- sun is painfully aware of what's going on and is afraid. It's on the dlc that we prove how intelligent sun is even if he's broken down

- a few players pointed out that it was easy to find the generators and easier to navigate the daycare, hmm, i wonder who could have caused that?

- sun planned everything to get him and moon "fixed". not sure how responsible he is for the damage in the daycare, but he clearly made a pathway for the generators to be found. Its mostly linear, it has papers with directions and he stuffed other the other tunnels the player shouldn't go in with toys and junk

- then you ask "if he wanted to make it easy, why didn't he put the generators at the same place next to each other?"

- easy, HE CAN'T. he's STUCK in the AR world while moon is stuck in the physical world. he can't pick up the generators in the ar world, so he had to build a path for the generators in the ar world, even placing the lights in a singular space on purpose, he's doing literally everything he can to save himself and moon from this hell, he somehow knew someone would come in again

- in my theory, maybe he thought Gregory would come back. He seems unaffected by whatever is making the animatronics run for Gregory, but like Roxanne who thought Gregory was still hiding somewhere, he too hoped for that kid to return and save him

- he instead encounters a "NEW FRIEND!", or maybe not as new, im pretty sure sun knows who cassie is. She was one of the kids he looked after, therefore another reason eclipse wished her happy bday, they remembered

- he misses moon, he misses moon so much, the tea party set...

- yes he sings and cries SO WHAT? I would cry everyday if i was on his position, give him a break! Man has been through the sudden cancelation of his job and his life in ruin, and he was the only one working to get it fixed! Moon was too sick, no human to work with.

- tho i wonder why he made a bed in his room? He keeps the room really really tidy this time? Why isn't this the case in the first game? For those who dont know what im talking about, sun and moon's room is still a mess in the physical world (what the heck moon 🤨 lmao) but in the ar world, its very very clean, he even has a groceries list written "butter, butter, butter" lmfao.

-in his room there's a lil bed out of pillows...? For them?

-there is ONE thing i dont understand. How does the ar world work with sun? Does he have to let moon do what he wants or can he have any say on what they do? Can they talk with each other? Im guessing they have horrible communication skills but they have to communicate somehow (because of their old job in the theater)

#ruin dlc #ruin spoilers #sundrop #sundrop ruin

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letapollojusticesayfuck · 4 years ago

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fuck it, Klapollo Camp Rock AU (where I change like half the plot to make it fit the characters better lmao)

Apollo and Trucy are Phoenix’s adopted kids; Phoenix has a catering business and gets hired last-minute to cater the food at Camp Rock

Trucy’s 12 and has been dying to go to the camp since she read about it on the Gavinners fan forums--they’re her favorite band and that’s where they got their start. She’s hoping to eventually start a magic-themed band where she integrates magic tricks into their stage performances

Apollo’s 19 and really does not want to spend his summer at some music camp--he’s not a fan of being onstage or performing at all, though he knows guitar and has a notebook full of songs he’s written over the years. He’s not sure they’re any good, but they’re personal and they’re his.

(He’d also been planning on spending his summer going on an epic road trip with his best friend Clay, before Clay found out he got into an intern program at GYAXA and they had to abandon that idea--leaving Apollo at loose ends for the summer)

Phoenix insists that both Trucy and Apollo come to the camp with him and help out--Trucy gets to participate in camp activities, and Apollo’s supposed to be a counselor who can sit in on some classes if he wants. Trucy’s thrilled; Apollo less so.

Meanwhile, there’s been some drama within the Gavinners--amidst rumors of unruly behavior and accounts of an uncooperative, pop-diva attitude, Klavier Gavin is unwillingly pushed into spending his summer taking some time off from the band and acting as a guest teacher at Camp Rock, under the supervision of his former mentor and owner of the camp, Miles Edgeworth

Shortly after arriving at camp, it becomes very obvious that Phoenix and Miles already know each other--and Apollo and Trucy start wondering if they’re going to have to start making bets about if they’re going to have a new dad by the end of the summer

Trucy finds a group of friends to fall in with almost immediately--she ends up moving into a cabin with Athena, Pearl, and Juniper Woods

Meanwhile, Apollo’s stuck having to live with Phoenix in the staff cabins--and having to go through camp counselor orientation, where he meets fellow disgruntled counsellors Ema and Kay, who he bonds with over mutual distaste for having to supervise a bunch of kids with ~musical dreams~

(Kay got drafted into being a camp counselor by Edgeworth, who’s not quite her dad but who might as well be. She dragged Ema along because they’re dating and Ema needed a job to help with her grad school debts--studying forensics isn’t cheap!)

Sometime during the nebulous time period before camp Officially Begins, Apollo’s helping clean the dining hall and takes a break to chill and play some guitar and hash out one of his newest song ideas

While he’s doing this, Klavier just so happens to walk past the open window, on his way back from trying to argue with Edgeworth that he’d had a world tour planed for this summer, and what if the fans forget about him? He’s gotta get out of here!

Klavier’s entranced by Apollo’s singing--who is this mysterious singer with the fantastic voice and incredible music composition skills? He runs into the dining hall, only to find an empty room and a guitar propped up against the wall--no trace of the person who’d been playing

But Klavier can’t get the song out of his head--and so he vows that, before the summer’s end, he’s going to find out who was singing

The first time Apollo meets Klavier properly, he does not get the best first impression of the rockstar--Klavier’s supposed to be teaching a class about song composition and music theory, but he basically goes at it with the least enthusiasm possible and uses a bunch of technical terms that go way over the heads of the group of 12-to-14-year-olds Apollo’s supervising (including Trucy et al.)

Somewhere in here, Trucy finds out that Apollo has literally no idea who Klavier is, despite her having been obsessed with the Gavinners for at least three years now. She makes fun of him mercilessly.

Apollo ends up making some snarky comments about Klavier’s teaching ability to Ema, and Klavier overhears

The next time they encounter each other, Apollo’s moving some baking supplies from the storage into the kitchen, and Klavier stops him halfway--he asks Apollo what his problem with him is, and Apollo tells him straight--he thinks Klavier is acting way too high-and-mighty and not letting the kids have any fun in his classes. He chides him for his perfectionist attitude, telling him that the camp isn’t about putting together the perfect performance, it’s about learning and making mistakes and having fun.

(He’s mostly saying this because Trucy was really upset that she couldn’t follow the lesson the other day, and spent days stressing about how this might mean that she can’t be a real musician magician, and Apollo’s basically gonna defend Trucy with his life, even if he himself doesn’t want to be at camp)

Apollo asks Klavier about his experience at camp--surely everything wasn’t about being perfect the whole time back then?

He leaves Klavier to think about that and gets back to his errands--and Klavier does take Apollo’s words into account

During his next lesson, Klavier actually plans a kind of fun, hands-on activity, and Apollo’s surprised (and kind of touched, honestly)

They end up hanging out a lot more during their free time, after that, and realize they actually get along pretty well

Meanwhile, there’s background Narumitsu shenanigans going on where Phoenix and Miles keep having emotionally charged moments over really mundane things, like double-checking the food supplies and confirming the amount of music-themed cupcakes to be made for the weekly Music Event

Trucy and her group of friends are working to put together a performance for the Final Jam at the end of the summer--it’s just been announced that the winner of the Final Jam contest will get to record a song with Klavier, and it’s basically a guaranteed jump-start to their career

They’ve got stiff competition--(though I haven’t decided from who yet, OOPS, lmao--open to suggestions! Who’s around their age and Mean? Bonny and Betty DeFamme, perhaps?)

Apollo has no plans to participate in the Final Jam at all--again, he doesn’t like performing onstage in front of a bunch of people who are going to judge him

HOWEVER--the rival group to Trucy’s plot a scheme--they’re going to frame Trucy and her friends for masterminding a sabotage of the competition! Whoever the “leader” of this group is plants evidence around Trucy’s cabin and drags Edgeworth into it to investigate--though Edgeworth believes that Trucy and her friends are being set up, his hands are tied--the rival group have Connections and famous family members, and the camp’s already struggling financially. He can’t afford to have these rich parents pull their support

And so, Trucy and her group are banned from performing--until the end of the Final Jam.

Obviously, Apollo and Phoenix are outraged. Phoenix goes to confront Miles about it, and finds out about the financial situation--and Apollo asks Trucy if there’s anything he can do

And Trucy sees an Opportunity--because she’s Noticed Apollo and Klavier spending time together

She asks Apollo to perform at the Final Jam on her behalf, and Apollo, although kind of uncomfortable with the idea, agrees, because he wants to make his sister feel better, and if he’s got to face his fears to do it...well, he’s going to do it for her, even if he makes a fool of himself

Meanwhile, Klavier’s been trying and failing to find out who his mystery singer from the start of the summer is--and he’s running out of time.

And Then...

it’s the Final Jam!

A bunch of performers perform various musical numbers, and they’re all pretty good

Klavier is one of the judges, along with the rest of the Gavinners and Miles Edgeworth

Apollo actually hadn’t technically entered the competition during the designated sign-up period, so he’s not on the official program--he gets announced as a surprise late entry, and Klavier is taken aback

because he had no idea that Apollo could sing, or play an instrument, or anything--Apollo had basically just made out that he was here against his will and got dragged into this to help out his dad, Phoenix

So Apollo walks out onstage, looking very awkward and holding his guitar, and all eyes are on him

and Klavier recognizes the guitar, doesn’t he? It’s the guitar that was in the dining hall, that first day

But wouldn’t that mean...?

And then Apollo starts playing, and he opens his mouth to sing, and from the very first notes, Klavier knows this is it

This is the song!

Anyway, he’s stunned, shocked, until without realizing it, he’s stumbled up, grabbed a microphone, and he’s onstage, singing along with Apollo in a Dramatic Duet(TM)

Apollo’s also stunned--he’s spent the entire summer listening to Klavier lament about his mysterious singer that he’s trying to find, and this song that he’s never gotten out of his head (that Apollo never actually got to hear, come to think of it...), and it turns out that in the end...he was Klavier Gavin’s mystery muse?

They finish the song, and Edgeworth announces that that’s it--it’s the end of Final Jam!

The judges go away to tally the scores, and...what’s this?

The curtains go up, the lights turn on, and it’s a surprise performance, from Trucy, Pearl, Athena, and Junie!

They get to play the song they’ve been working on all summer, and it’s a hit--surprisingly good for a bunch of kids between 12 and 14!

(Trucy’s integrated magic tricks and it looks Super Cool)

The votes come in, and...

turns out Apollo got disqualified for the fact that Klavier ended up singing with him, oops

(He’s secretly glad--he didn’t really want to get roped into more public performances with Klavier)

The winner actually ends up being Vera Misham, who’d entered with a heartfelt ballad set against a backdrop of her own drawings

But Trucy’s made a bunch of new friends and got to surprise everyone with her magic/music combo!

And Apollo meets up with Klavier out by the lake, after the show, to talk things over

because really, Klavier spent an entire summer pining after him?

And Klavier’s like, “Wow, I’m an idiot, I spent the entire summer torn between hoping I’d find this mysterious singer who stole my heart right at the start, and wanting to get to know you more--and it turns out you’re one and the same, and all my worrying was for nothing.”

to which Apollo responds: “You’re sure you’re not...disappointed? Because I’m just...me, and I don’t really want to be a performer, and I’m really not that cool, and--”

Klavier cuts him off: “Nein, don’t talk like that! You are perfect, exactly as you are--and I can’t tell you how happy I am that it’s you”

And Apollo lets himself believe Klavier, and they just smile at each other with these stupid huge grins on their faces, standing out on the dock on the lake, before Apollo finally decides that fuck he’s gonna go for it

and he kisses Klavier, right there, arms wrapped around his neck so he doesn’t go falling over with the combo of standing on a dock and standing on his tiptoes so he can reach

They only break apart when they’re interrupted by the sound of raucous applause from the bushes by the shore--

where Trucy and her band were watching, and they cheer them on

(Apollo turns exactly as red as his signature hoodie, and even Klavier is hard-pressed to just laugh it all off)

Klavier and Apollo make sure that they’ve got each others’ contact details, and confirm that yes, they want to try this dating thing, even though they’re both going to be pretty busy and not in the same place

The only thing left is to get all packed and ready to go home--so Klavier walks Apollo (and Trucy) back to the cabin Apollo shares with Phoenix--

--only to walk in on Phoenix and Miles finally having gotten their acts together, making out on the couch.

(Trucy wins a lot of money that night, and everyone at the camp learns definitively not to enter into bets with her)

In the end--Trucy’s got lifelong friends and promising feedback that her music/magic idea is gonna work out; Apollo’s got a boyfriend and more confidence in his songwriting abilities; Klavier’s also got a boyfriend and learned that it’s important to not forget what’s fun about making music; and Phoenix and Miles found each other again after Several Years Apart (and later decide that they’re going to try running the camp together--but that’s something that’s not immediate).

Vera gets to record her song with Klavier; and Kay and Ema actually end up having a pretty good summer, despite their cynical outlooks at the start (and Kay’s attempts at stirring up mischief)

fin.

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Bad (3): Memories We Used to Share

First inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

Summary: It’s time to move out! 6 months of getting your life sorted, along with a few surprises, some pleasant, others not so much.

A/n: My search history is looking weird, due to this series haha. I’ve been reading multiple articles about uncontested divorce just to get an understanding for this series lmao.

Disclaimer: Just so you know, I’m not a law school graduate, so I can’t say I really know what in the hell I am talking about. With that being said, if I screw up the divorce process in this chapter and/or the next, please don’t come at me. Our law system is confusing and I’m just here to write, no one said it would be accurate lol.

Warnings: mild profanity & your typical cheesy, predictable fanfic by yours truly.

Shoutout: MANY THANKS TO THE ANON WHO GAVE ME SOME IDEAS TO MAKE THIS A SERIES!

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

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For six months, you worked to get your life back together.

By the end of April, a week after you yelled at your (ex) husband, you had successfully packed up your stuff, without being bothered by the man. Ever since the night you had confronted him, the two of you never stood in the same room or even looked the other in the eye. So it worked in your favor today that he was busy with his new flame, probably entertaining her with a trip to Prada. Never once did you take a break, for eight straight hours, you spent one whole Saturday organizing and strategically packing your things away. Around eight o’clock, all of the boxes were stacked by the front door, ready to be moved into the U-haul trailer attached to your car. Lucky for you, Ransom could care less about what was his and what was yours. The dog, also going home with you. In truth, ever since that day you rightfully ripped the man for his mistakes, a black cloud has loomed over his head, no matter what he may be on the outside, he’s broken on the inside.

One more box was left in the bedroom, and you quickly jogged up the stairs to get it. Unbeknownst to you, as you were upstairs, Ransom and Blair had come home, apparently mindless to your car in the driveway, because when you walked down the stair box in hand the two pulled away from each other’s lips, staring at you.

You had made an agreement with Ransom that he’d not show up while you packed your things. He had done a good job so far, up until now that is. “Oh, (y/n), I didn’t think you’d be here this late. You should get some rest.”

His “concern” disgusted you. Now he decides to care about you? I think not.

Filled with rage, you drop the cardboard box, letting the contents inside shatter. In most divorces, there wouldn’t be this much emotion, but it hurt you beyond words can describe, to see this man that you loved with every inch of your body, kissing another woman, in YOUR house. You could even see yourself in her shoes, because damn, once upon a time, you WERE her.

“Are you okay!” Blair came rushing to your side, to try and move you out of the shattered glass. She seemed like a genuinely nice person, and had she not been a home-wrecker, you’d want to be her friend. But at this moment, all you could think about was that she wasn’t even bothered by the fact that she’d been seeing a married man. So, just as Blair tried to help you, you pushed away her hands and collapsed on the steps, lightly sitting in the glass, yet numb to the pain. The weight of the world had finally, physically pushed you to the ground. You were at wits end, and things were looking pretty dark. At this point, you couldn’t even see the light at the end of the tunnel. What had you done to deserve this and would there be a second chance for you?

Just then, Ransom came to remove Blair, telling her to go get ready for bed, the two clearly coming from a night of clubbing. As she ran up the stairs, mindful of the glass, Ransom came to pick you up. Grabbing your arms, you laid limp against his chest, willingly letting him carry you down the stairs. Oh how you missed his caring touch, why couldn’t things be different? It should've been you out dancing with him, you lip locked with him. Instead, here you were, letting the man who single-handedly destroy your life, carrying you to the couch, laying a blanket and a long kiss on your cheek. Consumed with emotions, sleep soon took over your body before you could protest and leave the house. Had you only heard Ransom’s apology.

“I’m so sorry my precious (y/n), it shouldn’t have been this way, my love.” A few stray tears rolled down Ransom’s cheek as he sadly sauntered up the stairs.

Ironic, how in a house that was once yours, a new woman took your spot in the bed, besides your once husband, while you slept on the couch like a toy banned to the isle of misfits.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee and giggles. You were angry at yourself, no doubt, how could you be so vulnerable by staying at the house? Before you could think anymore, you walked to get your keys, finding that Blair was in the kitchen, cooking pancakes for Ransom, who sat at the kitchen table with coffee and the newspaper. You kinda screwed yourself, by leaving your car keys on the kitchen table. It was your only escape and unfortunately it meant interacting with dumb and dumber.

The two once again forgot you were there, shocked to see your form walking through the doorway. With a fake smile, you grumbled out a few choice words.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting out of your house ya lovebirds!”

Victory at last. Your words stung Ransom, well, rather word. In another time, you’d say our house, but now, it was no longer the Drysdales’ Household, no, it was Drysdale’s Household, hence why you reminded Ransom that he was alone. Sure, Blair was there but you both knew it wouldn’t last.

That day, when Ransom and Blair had once again left, going god knows where, Ransom texted you that you could pack your boxes into the u-haul trailer. Since you just wanted to haul ass out of the place this morning, you left the trailer and boxes behind, making a beeline to the nearest bar. So far you had handled yourself without alcohol, but now you needed some relief, specifically in a few whiskey sours. Around 3pm, Ransom then sent that text, and you sobered up, gracefully throwing up in the bathroom stall, then driving to the house to officially get out of his life. Even with a major headache, you managed to pack the trailer. It was then that you realized you were destined to function alone, you didn’t need Ransom. Screw him.

In May, you went around town, scanning different apartments finally finding one. Unfortunately, there was a waitlist with three people in front of you, the estimated move in time being late July or August. With that being said, you moved all your things into a storage unit and continued to live in a hotel room. Thank the heavens you kept your job, despite Ransom’s pleas for you to stay home when you were married. Somehow, you were able to juggle working and functioning around others, coming home to be your true self, the night normally ending with takeout and tv. This divorce had truly ruined your life, and Ransom’s. The two of you constantly lived with the rain cloud, never once catching a break and seeing a rainbow overhead. For now, you were just separated and soon you’d file for divorce.

Around the last week of May, your life was turned upside down once again. This time, for a good reason.

Currently, you were on lunch break, eating at a nearby diner with your closest work friend, Lorraine Bailey. She really has been your best friend, taking the title that used to belong to Ransom. At least she was loyal, understanding, and wasn’t a backstabbing bitch *ahem* your ex.

“How are you holding up, honey?”

You were too busy staring into the nothingness of your chicken sandwich, that when Lorainne gently shook your resting hand, you let out an incoherent “huh?”

“I was asking how you are doing? With everything that’s been going on in the past few months--”

Before she could answer, you just snapped, quickly yelling at the woman, who wasn’t trying to be nosy, she was genuinely concerned.

“Could you just stop nosing around? It’s none of your business really!”

At that, Lorraine leaned back in her seat, lowering her head like a scolded child. Honestly, you didn’t mean what you had just said and you had no clue where it came from. Lately, your mouth has been an unreliable thing, for you could barely control your answers without acting like a moody child.

Quickly, you excused yourself, lightly jogging to the bathroom to expel the few glasses of water you drank. As you washed your hands, upon looking in the mirror, you were met with a face you barely knew. Sure, you looked the same on the outside, but on the inside you were a different person. No longer peppy or truly happy. Ransom had taken it all from you, but it was time to take that back. Walking out the bathroom door, you vowed to yourself from this point on you’d try to become your old self.

Surprisingly, Lorraine still sat at the booth, allowing you to give her a real and sincere apology.

“Lorraine, I’m so sorry, I can’t even fathom the words to justify my actions. Lately, I haven’t been able to truly control my emotions and I took it out on you. That was wrong and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it, after all you’ve always been here for me.”

The woman smiled at you, despite the tears rolling down your face. Why were you crying and since when did you become such an emotional person? You weren’t cold hearted, but nor were you one to cry at a movie.

“That’s fine, I know you are under a lot of pressure. What do you say we get out of here and spend the rest of break at the bakery across the street?”

“I’d say you know me very well!”

Soon, you flagged down the waitress and paid the tab, ignoring Lorraine’s pleas to pay for lunch. It was the least you could do after yelling at the poor woman. As you left the restaurant, the guilt was still surfacing in your body and you felt the need to hug your best friend, who was happily surprised, hugging you back.

Once in the bakery, you were met with the sight of homemade chocolates, like your dog at home, you were practically drooling. Let’s just say the baker was stunned when you bought two dozens of chocolate, and then proceeded to eat half on the way out. What was even more surprising, was that about a seventy-five percent of your order was chili dark chocolate.

As you were walking down the street, and to work, Lorraine reached over, tasting one of your chocolates, a chili one to be exact. Her face twisted with disgust and her suspicions were confirmed.

“Uh, (y/n), I think I might have an explanation for your constant mood swings, the amount of times you leave to the bathroom, and why you’d buy this absolute garbage!”

The minute she listed all the symptoms together, you immediately denied her.

“Don’t even say it. I’m just moody because I’m mad, I pee a lot because, uh-”

“Exactly! Even you can’t explain all of it. Just do me a favor and buy a test. It won’t hurt anything to try.”

“Yeah, but I know you are wrong, Lorraine.”

“I mean c'mon, don’t you want to know too?”

At that moment, the two of you were halted in front of a CVS, Lorraine pointing at the store like she was Vanna White.

Your conscience: Maybe you should listen to the woman, after all she has three kids!

And so you did.

Thank god your friend was there, because you were an absolute novice in this field. Sure, you wanted kids, but right now you were praying that you were just having an irregular cycle due to stress. Lorraine, the best, best friend anyone could ask for, bought the test to spare you the embarrassment.

The minute you walked into work, Lorraine pulled you into the bathroom, giving you instructions, you following them, then waiting for the timer to beep.

Any minute now you’d find your results, and for some reason part of you wanted this test to be positive. It would be nice to have a little company.

Once the timer beeped, you looked at the plastic stick that held your future, immediately smiling when your answer was pregnant.

You were pregnant!

But the father...

Unlike Ransom, you weren’t unfaithful and unfortunately, the father was no doubt him. Of course, the one time that asshole sleeps with you, he got you pregnant. And to think at the time, he didn’t even really love you just enraged you even more. It was gonna be a while till you got over this.

So the rest of the day you were thrilled, and it was a lot easier to stick to your vows from earlier. Your mood was noticeably different to many of your coworkers, smiles all around. The old (y/n) was slowly reappearing.

June through July, you spent your days, working and when not working, taking advice on a baby from Lorraine, even visiting her doctor who she so highly recommended. Fortunately, the doctor didn’t prod around in your life and was absolutely judge-free about your situation. You couldn't have been more grateful.

In early July, you reached the second trimester, where the slightest bump formed on your stomach. Now it wasn’t noticeable to everyone, but to you, just the slightest site made your lips turn upward into a smile. Motherhood was the best thing to happen to you. And to make matters even better, your baby was going to be a Christmas baby, making his or her appearance at the end of December!

Telling Ransom was gonna be a whole other story.

Finally, August 3rd came around, and the apartment complex office called, an opening for you. Lease signed, you shelled out your first payment and soon moved in, once again alone. It had been months since you’d heard from Ransom and honestly it was nice.

The month of August flew by, and soon September came. Time passed by with flying colors and your mood had improved a bit, the baby in your stomach making life worth living. On the last Friday of September, your work friends decided that they all needed to go out, inviting you the first weekend of October to go ice-skating and out for dinner! It was time you treated yourself to something nice, so you giddily agreed. What could go wrong?

That Friday, after work, Lorraine came to pick you up, the two of you going to meet the rest at the ice skating rink. Being 26 weeks pregnant, your stomach had finally started showing, allowing your coworkers to start nagging you. Last they had all heard, you were divorced. So when they asked, you kept your lips shut, it really wasn’t any of their business. The only one who knew was Lorraine, but she wasn’t a gossiper.

Arriving at the ice rink, the cold Massachusetts air was blowing, making you zip up your trench coat ever the slightest. Unfortunately, the wind wasn’t the only thing making your blood run cold.

Most of your coworkers were out on the ice, Lorraine going out too, you told her you’d be out soon. It was nice to watch the skaters enjoy their time on the ice till you saw him.

The familiar tan suede coat made your face lose all warmth, your own jacket no longer keeping you warm. Beside the laughing man, was the one and only, Blair, except this time a new accessory on her finger. A diamond ring you could see all the way from your table along the side of the rink. His laughter made you sick, and at this point you wanted to throw up the hot cocoa you had been sipping on.

At the moment, you and Ransom were in the middle of divorce, thank the heavens an uncontested one, having been able to work many things out with your ex. This meant, zero court hearings (hopefully), a thin expense, and overall a clean divorce. Then, you had hired a paralegal to work on the legal papers and currently the two of you were waiting to see the judge to finalize the divorce, the approximate date set around the second week of November.

Feeling suddenly insecure, and definitely not ready to tell Ransom, you pulled the large trench coat across your chest and secured it with the belt around the waist. The minute you looked at them, all the memories came flooding back. One specifically hitting you at this moment.

“Ransom, I’m gonna fall! You know I’m a klutz.”

Your husband just persisted and instead slipped on your ice skates, tying them up and resting his warm hands on your knees.

“Honey, I will be right beside you the whole time, and by the end of this, you’ll be a pro!”

His reassuring smile was all you needed, nodding, you placed your gloved hands in Ransom’s bare ones, trying to waddle your way to the rink entrance. First, Ransom skated onto the ice, turning and holding his hand out for you. The minute your feet made contact with the icy ground beneath, you fell straight to the ground, Ransom reached out to grab you, although he ended up going down with you. You looked at Ransom who wore an entertained smile on his face, laughing. Playfully, you slapped the man on the shoulder.

“My failure isn’t funny!”

Ransom tried his best to cease his laughter, getting off the ice to help you up, although he was still chuckling the slightest bit.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!”

Once on your feet, Ransom locked arms with you, trying his best to balance you both, while also coaching you.

At some point through the night, the fake snow was fluttering in the air, along with tunes of piano and jazz. You had finally gotten the hang of things somewhat, yet still latched close to Ransom. The man on your side, leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“I give you my word that every year I’ll bring you to this exact rink, just to teach you how to skate, darling.”

If only that same Ransom was the one you were staring at right now.

But overall, looking back, memories like those, with him, are the ones you miss.

Why did he have to change?

“(y/n)?”

A tap on your shoulder, made you pop up from your seat to be met with the stare of that same man. He slowly gave you a once-over, making you slightly worry that he’d notice the baby bump.

He didn’t.

“Ransom.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Drysdale.”

Clearly, Ransom was trying to give you an olive branch, but at the moment, you just weren’t accepting it.

“I asked you first, (y/l/n).”

“Work.”

Your voice was monotone and Ransom gave a slight hum of acknowledgment.

“Nice. Well uh- it was nice seeing you.”

Nervously, Ransom waved you goodbye, heading back to Blair who was removing her ice skates. You took notice how she was struggling and Ransom wasn’t down on his knees helping her as he did you. It did your ego good to see that your husband hadn’t completely replaced you. There was a difference between you and Blair. Ransom actually loved you, like the “die for you” kind of love. While Blair, on the other hand, was honestly there to fill the whole in his heart.

It did intrigue you though as to why Ransom wasn’t being an arrogant jerk to you, yet he was being humble? None of it added up, but before you could do any more mental acrobatics, Lorraine came over, asking you to come ice skate, to which you smiled and put on your skates.

Tonight was about you, not him.

Something you hadn’t said in a long time.

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pokefarm-q · 4 years ago

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firewolf1117 refuckingceipts (it's all been removed now but people archived it)

this bitch:

When you say “All Cops are”, here’s what you’re really saying:

All Blacks are Criminals All Mexicans are Illegal All Americans are stupid, fat, and lazy All Rape Victims are liars All Suicide Posters are Attention Seekers All Muslims are Terrorists All LGBT deserve to die

Are you outraged yet? GOOD.It means I touched a nerve.

You would never, ever, EVER say those things about those groups of people because you KNOW that it’s not true, even in the slightest. There are so very very FEW Cops who are actually corrupt and using their power and position inappropriately.

So what gives you the right to say the same about cops? COPS! Who are practically SOLDIERS! EVERY DAY their family lives with the fear that they won’t return. EVERY DAY they put their lives in danger to PROTECT you! They, as a whole, deserve your RESPECT!!! MOST ALL “Brutality” cases are from the CRIMINAL fighting, disrespecting, grabbing a weapon, etc. If you’d just COOPERATE AND BE RESPECTFUL you’d be treated FAIRLY!! Cops don’t have the time to sort things out. Their snap second decisions PROTECT them AND nearby Civilians. You can’t possibly understand the FEAR AND TERROR they hold EVERY SECOND of EVERY DAY! So don’t you DARE judge them for mistakes.

and here’s the response of one brave user, this legend, this badass mofo, who replied to their bullshittery and got banned for a day for posting in the whiny crybaby bitch’s journal without permission:

Replying to this, because FireWolf1117 is intentionally spreading misinformation and hate. I don’t care if the staff is going to tell me off for this — for once, I care a little more about setting this right than following the Journal rule.

First of all, United States cops are legally not required to save civilians. It’s not considered unconstitutional, according to the case Warren v. District of Columbia (444 A.2d. 1, D.C. Ct. of Ap. 1981). To keep it short, cops can literally see crimes being committed and decide not to intervene if they feel like it. This has been quite common among police departments if you (objectively) compare the police’s actions during BLM protests and anti-lockdown protests.

Anyways, let’s get to your generalizing logic. I have to agree with you on one thing: generalizing is bad. No group should be generalized because of some rotten apples. However, this doesn’t count for cops. Here’s why not:

The police force isn’t a marginalized group. A police officer is a profession. A job. Cops are public servants. They work for the state, for the civilians. And that’s why they need to be held accountable for any misconduct they commit. Which is, unfortunately, is objectively not the case. According to statistics from https://mappingpoliceviolence.org, 99% of United States cops who have killed citizens have not been criminally charged, because police departments literally protect officers from getting tried. Of the 750+ shootings done by police this year, only four cops are getting tried. So much for “there are only a few corrupt ones”. Black people are also way less likely to carry a weapon compared to White people, while Black people get shot by cops thrice as likely.

What’s more, because the police force is a profession, people can quit being a police officer. This doesn’t count for most of the groups you mentioned: Black people can’t stop being Black, Mexican people can’t stop being Mexican, Americans can’t stop being American (also you including Americans kinda makes you look embarrassing lol no offense), rape victims can’t be ‘unraped’, Muslims (or even just Arabs in general) can’t stop being perceived as Muslims (even Sikhs get seen as Muslims nowadays…) and LGBTI+ people can’t stop being LGBTI+ (unless they discover they’re not). Police officers can literally take their uniform off and be perceived as normal human beings. As soon as they are on duty and take on their uniform, a huge responsibility awaits them. A responsibility that has been abused by them to the point that marginalized people will hesitate before calling the police, fearing that the police will either come too late or escalate the situation. Cops aren’t endangering their own lives. They’re endangering the lives of those they’re supposed to protect. No good person would shoot a man in his back SEVEN times for being 'aggressive’. No good person who claims to protect and serve would kneel on someone’s neck for eight minutes while that person was cooperating with them. No good person would shoot a completely innocent woman in her sleep because they raided the wrong house. (BTW, Breonna Taylor’s murderers are still walking free as if nothing happened.) No good person would shoot a 12-year-old kid for having a toy gun. No good person would kill a man in his car for… picking up his ID to show it to the cop. Just because you cooperate, doesn’t mean that you’re safe.

Your logic is clearly flawed, because you judge cops on their personality, and not on the bigger picture. All cops are “bastards” not because we see all of them are evil killing machines that shoot people on sight — it’s because they contribute to an oppressive system, whether it’s directly or indirectly. It’s more than 'just a few cops’: the government wants bad laws to be enforced, the prison system is getting used as a business model, minorities are forced to live in poor socioeconomic areas on purpose BY the government, gentrification exists, multi billionnaires are exploiting low-class working people even more, there’s a damn pandemic that’s not being taken seriously… And guess who’s at the front of keeping the fragile capitalist system intact? Right. The police. The face of the government, that’s laughing at Black people, people of color, disabled people, LGBTI+ people… No good cop exists, even if they’re nice to everyone. Good cops who speak out against the abuse of other cops get fired, because the police departments don’t want the truth to be exposed. If you truly want to be someone who saves people’s lives, then stop being a cop and get a better job, like a firefighter, an EMT, a psychologist… Anything that isn’t completely corrupted.

Even during the recent BLM protests, cops are showing off their power. They escalate situations without provocation more times than BLM protesters start shit. Also cops are committing literal war crimes by using tear gas and other chemicals against civilians (IT GOES AGAINST THE GENEVA CONVENTION FOR FUCK’S SAKE). Not so protective now, aren’t they? The only thing BLM protesters have hurt are cops’ ego. Trust me, protesters being a little mean to cops won’t ever be as bad as all the innocent lives cops have taken and covered up.

I want to go on forever, because I have a lot more to say (such as why “All Lives Matter” is reactionary and racist, how the police force was formed in the first place, how the effects of slavery and colonialism are still being felt by Black people to this day, how and why 'riots’ can be 'justified’), but I’ll leave it at this. At least I got to give counterarguments to your points. Take care and educate yourself! (Tip: stop watching FOX News and Infowars if you do that, you’re going to develop brainrot! ;__;)

ladies and gentleman of the jury, as you can see, this user not only came into this argument prepared, but they were civil and had links (that aren’t links now oop soz). they gave this bitch plenty of opportunity to learn and grow from this without attacking her.

but your bet your ASS the poor little white girl went crying to her daddy about people ATTACKING HER and BULLYING HER FOR HER OPINIONS!!!! she uses her anxiety as a get out of jail free card CONSTANTLY, bitching and moaning about how, and these are directly quoting from HER own journal:

MAY 29, 2020

I log in to this game to have fun and escape the stresses and problems of real life. I do NOT want to be going about my business, and see “BLM” in someone’s Trainer Card, and have to deal with a surge of overwhelming emotions (whether positive or negative). I simply cannot handle the Anxiety that results.

This is a GAME site. NOT a place to share your political, racial or other stances. PLEASE keep ALL such topics OFF this site. I understand you want to talk about them, and that’s fine. But out of respect for people like me, can you please do so in private with the people you know WANT to see and discuss it?

just admit you’re racist dude.

She uses CSS. SHE CAN FUCKING HIDE OTHER PEOPLE’S FUCKING CARDS. PEOPLE CAN TALK ABOUT WHATEVER THEY DAMN WELL PLEASE ON THEIR OWN DAMN PAGES. THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU.

Also! You know she only put “whether positive or negative” to quell any hate she might’ve gotten because ANXIETY is usually not a positive emotion. There’s not even a positive CONNOTATION. and she hopes to be published by the end of the year lmfao yeah right.

and then, on JUNE 16, 2020:

I WAS going to make a post in response to the most recent announcement, but now I’m just too frazzled and upset about it. Still making a post. I’ll just be posting it off site so I can say things how I want to say them, and so I don’t have any in game repercussions.

Honestly, though. I log onto this site to ESCAPE reality. I do NOT want to see ANY stance on ANY “cause” ANYWHERE. NONE OF IT BELONGS HERE. NONE!!!! Because of this “decision”, I’m going to make one of my own. I am gone from this site until current affairs are resolved. Heck. Perhaps even after. I will NOT be a part of a site that allows…Ugh. NOT going to get into this here.

but like… she came back a month later lmao

OH AND!! Earlier this month on AUGUST 6, 2020 she posted this!

It really breaks my heart seeing derogatory remarks against Cops in people’s Trainer Cards. It’s upsetting that you feel that way, and even more so that you make your hatred so vehemently known.

Personally, I don’t know why any of those Cop comments are allowed. If someone had something in their Trainer Card against Religion, LGBT, or POC, I guarantee that statement would be removed. So why is it alright for people to make hateful, vile, disgusting remarks against Cops? Despite it being someone’s personal opinion, it’s still Hate Speech, and shouldn’t be allowed.

this bitch is part of the lgbt+ community. she’s part of a marginalized group.

The “"derogatory remarks”“ she’s talking about? #AllCopsAreComplicit #CopsStinky #AllCopsSuck

which brings us back to Exhibit A, ladies and gentlemen! Her equating #AllCopsAreComplicit and #CopsSTINKY to "All LGBT deserve to die” and a Shitton of other stereotypes. Well fucking done.

Despite bitching and moaning about I DONT WANNA SEE ANYTHING, despite there being ways she can fucking hide it HER DAMN SELF she chooses instead to bitch piss moan bitch piss moan bitch piss and fucking moan and then when someone calls her out on her genuinely harmful bullshit, pulls the wounded gazelle gambit, claims she’s being attacked, and puts in her Card that “anxiety attack! again! waaaah!” like anyone has a shred of sympathy left for her ugly ass. She can’t handle looking like the bad guy so she plays the anxiety card. She bitches about never having any friends, only depression and anxiety, and it’s like bitch no fucking wonder.

Both the top posts have been taken down, but the user who responded to her has gotten nothing but love for her mad courage in saying something when no one else dared.

Firefurrywolf made a halfassed apology (August 30, 2020) which I won’t go into but there is one line that sticks out to me because it’s such a goddamn lie:

When I state my opinion, I usually do so with grace and eloquence. I did not think about my actions this time.

… do you?

This is a GAME site. NOT a place to share your political, racial or other stances. PLEASE keep ALL such topics OFF this site.

Do you… really?

I log onto this site to ESCAPE reality. I do NOT want to see ANY stance on ANY “cause” ANYWHERE. NONE OF IT BELONGS HERE. NONE!!!!

I don’t think so. You vile, disgusting, manipulative, obnoxious, PRETENTIOUS, racist, terfy bitch.

Oh, before I forget, yeah. Terf. She looks like one too. All over her insta. Gross.

NOVEMBER 19, 2019

My response to a LGBT post in one of my writing groups.

I don’t know most of these terms within the community. Don’t really care to know either, cause your preferences won’t change my feelings about who you are. I probably should, though, cause the Its and Xes really confuse me.

I knew I was a Demi-Ace for a few years. I’ve also known that I was Poly since I was early teens. But I’m also attracted to beauty and care more about who you are as a person than your preferences, so apparently I’m Panaesthetic as well?

Also firm believer of “True Love Knows NO Bounds”

Her journal got moved to 18+ because there was a post talking about sex. Might’ve even been alluding to rape. On a CHILDREN’S SITE. In her CHILD-FRIENDLY journal. It sat there for at least two months. TWO MONTHS. But I will not be posting that here, but it’s still there if anyone wants to snoop. All of this is public. Well, it was. But at least minors won’t be exposed to this histrionic little whiny whitey who is absolutely drowning in her white privilege.

Just because she changed her pfp from her face to a shitty drawing she did doesn’t hide the fact that she’s white, and the worst kind of person with little to no actual coping skills.

She claims to be an artist, a writer, all this, blah blah, but then why doesn’t she channel any of it into her work so she can get fucking better at them? She says she’s working on losing weight, so do that. Instead of shrieking and stomping your fucking feet like a toddler at the peak of their terrible two’s, throwing tantrum after fucking tantrum on a CHILDREN’S SITE about your shitty stances, go for a fucking walk. Punch a fucking punching bag. Literally anything else. You’ll feel better, you’ll lose weight faster, you’d be keeping your vitriol to your damn self and no one will “attack” you.

“Are you ourtraged yet? GOOD. It means I touched a nerve!”

She fucking wanted a reaction. But couldn’t handle it when she actually got one. I’m so embarrassed. Grow some fucking thicker skin, you’re older than I am. Grow a pair and shut the goddamn FUCK up.

For now, the evil is defeated, and I rest my fucking case.

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onisiondrama · 5 years ago

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12/8/19 Livestream Part 1

I’m going to continue calling his supporters “Patreons” for now even though his Patreon was terminated. Idk what else to call them lol.

Notes:

The beginning is cut off. It seems Greg and his Patreons are frustrated because someone said something about a mole or a pedophile? Greg wants this person banned.

Greg says people think if that say the same things over and over that makes it true. His Patreons agree. The example he gives is “guy only fucks adults, if we say he fucks not adults that’ll change reality.” He says that’s not how reality works.

A Patreon says that person paid to come there and say that, so who’s the loser here? Greg says everyone and his Patreons agree.

Greg says someone emailed him trying to become his bro. He says people think if they fake being nice to him he’ll open up to them. He says this guy said he and Greg are better than everyone, thinking that would relate to Greg. Greg says he replied “everyone’s shit”. Greg says this guy said “if you don’t admit what you are things are going to get really bad for you” and Greg replied “ok boomer” and the guy complimented his roast.

Greg said he posted something to his Prime twitter, but he deleted it because it was too much of a bummer.

Greg says he only had one person say he was smaller than they expected. He says he’s just under 6 feet.

Greg asks his Patreons what happened to that guy that went on Keemstar’s show and allegedly admitted to sexually texting 15 year olds. His Patreons are trying to figure out who he’s talking about. Greg says he doesn’t know who he is, but he still has his Youtube.

Someone asks if it was Bashurverse. Greg says no and asks what he was accused of. A Patreon says Bashur had sex with his friend’s sister who was a year younger than him and it was brought up years later. Greg is surprised and explains the Romeo and Juliet laws. Greg says he remembers when he was 21 he wasn’t sure, so he didn’t fuck with it. (um at that point Greg was married to Skye since he was 19..?)

Someone says in the UK you can fuck anyone when you’re 16. Greg says in America if you’re mean to a 16 year old you’re a predator. Everyone laughs. Someone says Greg said she was super into him and says they would be mean to her too. Greg says he doesn’t know what people have said. He says he doesn’t keep up with it because people say so many things about him he can’t keep up. He says this is why he compared himself to Eminem. A Patreon suggests he should make a song. Greg says he made a distrack and another song about everything, but he didn’t like them. His Patreons encourage him to keep trying.

Greg says he’s grossed out by human interactions, he specifies romantic interactions. He says he’s been listening to Nigahiga on Smosh Anthony and Anthony said he has anxiety about dating anybody because he’s afraid he’ll be #meetoo’d because he hurt someone’s feelings. Greg says that’s what he means. He says when you get to know people and when you tell them to fuck off they can say whatever they want about you and they can get huge clout for it.

Greg says there’s been people who have said shit about him and he doesn’t know who they are. He says there’s no winning. He says there was a chick he asked to be his camera man. She never came out, but she was considering it. She randomly exposed him one day and it was so weak everyone forgot about her. (I think this was Macncheese?) He says the same thing happened with Vix. He asked if they know Vix. Someone asked who Vix was. He says he asked Vix to be his camera person and she randomly exposed him. He said her example of him being inappropriate was him asking her if she wanted to play smash bros. Greg says he just wanted to play because it was fun but she was trying to say he wanted to fuck her. His Patreons are agreeing with Greg. He says this is why you never heard of these people, their shit was so weak everyone’s like “fuck you”.

He goes back to the guy on Keemstar. He says the guy admitted he talked to the girls, but it was a long time ago. He says that’s what they all say, that it was a long time ago and they changed. He said it was only two years ago.

A Patreon says Bashur was young when that happened, he was 18. Greg says Bashur overreacted then. The Patreon says he thinks Bashur cried on camera for attention. Greg and his Patreons can’t agree if he quit Youtube or not. Greg searches Bashur and laughs that the first result was asking if he killed himself and the second was what happened to him.

A Patreon finds a channel and mistakes it for Bashur’s. Another Patreon points out their first video is a pedophile compilation of Bashur. Greg is upset they’re calling him a pedo for a one year age gap. The Patreon says he thinks it was a one year age gap, but he’s not sure. The Patreson comes back and says the girl was younger. He was 18 and she was 16. Greg says that’s an average high school relationship.

He asks if anyone gets that a pedophile gets prepubescent shit. He says he saw someone use the word to describe someone that was 20 who dated an 18 year old. His Patreons are shocked. He says people don’t respect the word and they don’t know what it means. A Patreon says that’s taking away from the actual issues. Greg agrees, says when you talk shit and say wolf for so long no one’s going to believe you. That’s why you don’t lie. A Patreon says this is how she feels about his controversies. Greg says people hated him since he started making videos and when people hate you enough they’ll believe anything they want to.

Greg says Dahvie Vanity is next on the hit list. Greg asks if he went to prison. A Patreon explains Dahvie was sleeping with underage girls. Greg says Marilyn Manson half admitted to doing something like that in an interview. Greg asks why would he say that? Greg says he believes most rock stars haven’t ID’d people.

A Patreon says Dahvie was also abusive. Greg sarcastically says everyone’s abusive after the relationship doesn’t work out.

Greg says Dahvie texted him because Greg was giving him shit on Youtube. Greg says it’s ironic what’s happening now because he (Greg) used to be a whistle blower on his channel. (lmao he was not. He just talked about people that were already outed.) He says he did it on Veeoneeye, Dahvie, and Social Repose cheating. He says it wasn’t fun for him, to take stories that may or may not be true and ask himself and his audience if they’re true. He says it’s a shitty career field and he doesn’t know why people would want to do that for a living.

He continues with the Dahvie story. He said Dahvie texted him asking him to hang out and Greg asked why he would want to hang out with him, the Dahvie said you can’t talk shit because you don’t know the truth. Greg says he’s accused of sleeping with adults and Dahvie was arrested and slept with people that were 15.

Greg said someone came out and said they saw Dahvie going back with someone of that age. He says it was a band mate, not Jeffree Star. Greg finds what Jeffree tweeted about Dahvie and reads it out. Greg is surprised to learn Dahvie made songs about being a predator.

Greg says he doesn’t have a position on Dahvie because he’d be taking part in malice, having the intent to hurt someone and he could get sued. It’s dangerous. A Patreon says unless you have evidence. Greg says you can’t have malice, you can’t have a goal of destroying someone’s life. If you want justice you go to the cops, if you want to destroy someone’s life that’s malice. He says people find that out in court. He says Elon Musk went to court for calling someone a “pedo guy” and the court found he didn’t fit the requirements in court because apparently “pedo guy” is something they say in South Africa. He says he got off because he deleted his tweet right away and didn’t try to go on a campaign to destroy the guy’s life. Greg says he would have let him off anyway because it was just one tweet. A Patreon explains the Elon situation and Greg agrees Elon was kind of an asshole in that situation, but says overall Elon is great because he’s a leader for us to go back into space and helping us progress as a society. And he’s helping save the planet “with cars and shit.”

A Patreon says Elon’s banging a musician. Greg says he wouldn’t bang anyone if he was Elon because he’d be afraid of shit going down later. He’d get a sex doll. “Don’t get into human relationships. They’re very complicated.” He says when you break up with someone they often suddenly think you’re a monster and your life is fucked. Unless you don’t break up with people and settle. A patreon says “stayin’ for the kids” jokingly and Greg repeated it and laughed.

Greg says there was multiple times where he was afraid of being in the same house as someone. He said when he ended the relationship he felt like they were going to end his life. A Patreon starts saying she felt like that with her ex, but Greg interrupts her to talk about himself more. He say it sounds like a sheet of aluminum foil 70% in the back of your head and spine. It’s inside you crinkling and it’s ice cold. It’s from the top of your head to your shoulders. He said that’s the feeling he gets when he thinks someone is going to kill him. Greg says he also gets a weird feeling in the back of his chest.

His Patreons talk about VR Chat among themselves. One of them says she built a computer so she can play VR. Greg in a mocking tone say “I built a computer.” Another Patreon asks her if she really built a computer. Greg asks him if he’s actually impressed by that. He says yeah and Greg asks him he he knows how legos work. Greg tells him to build his own computer, you just need a drill and some screws.

Greg says he remembers getting a reaction to coffee. His heart was pounding and his body felt weird, but then he realized it was decaf.

He and his Patreons discuss Youtube for a bit, like what ads are allowed where. Greg says PewDiePie had full frontal titties in his video and Greg complained to Youtube, “if he can do it why can’t I?” After he complained, PewDiePie’s content was age restricted. He thought some Youtubers were immune and it was unfair, but it was just corporations. He says Youtubers don’t have a lot of power.

Greg says people diagnose him with stuff. The most popular one is Narcissism. Some Patreons say they’ve seen that. Greg says they’ve been saying that since he started Youtube. He says when you have a job that’s about yourself, a Youtuber, don’t you have to have it? His Patreons agree. Greg says people put themselves in videos when they don’t have to, like unboxing videos. Someone says they’re branding themselves. Greg says they should just wear a mask and his Patreons agree.

A Patreon asks if Greg is going to make “I’m a Pickle” Rick and Morty version. Greg says he wants to and he has a pickle costume. There are intense mixed reaction from his patreons lol. A Patreon jokes that you have to have a high IQ to watch Onision. Greg says you don’t just have to have a high IQ, you have to have good deduction skills. The Patreon tries to explain her joke. Greg says he gets the joke, but he was serious. He says you need intense deduction skills to be a fan of him. Or you have to be a fan of Ted Bundy because that’s what the internet portrays him as. He says to most people he’s either Ted Bundy or a person that’s bombarded with intense bullshit.

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raylee-kai · 5 years ago

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When You Love Someone - Park Jae Hyung Chpt. 1 (Part 1/2)

Here's the thing.

You hated playing the guitar.

You were clearly a keyboard/piano person but when you heard that Jae had volunteered himself at the local music shop, you barely hesitate to put your name down on the form for the guitar lessons. It might have got something got to do with the crush you harbor on the guy.

Your hate of the guitar was mostly because of the fact that your fingers were never flexible enough to press on the strings, how loud and gritty the sounds of an electric guitar echoes and also how there were different ways to play with different songs.

Like what on earth was plucking?

Why are there different ways to play one instrument?

It didn't help that there were different ways to tune a guitar. The amount of time you struggled with the tuner was making you regret the decision but as soon as Jae smiles at you and helped you out, you found yourself back in the studio, practicing yet another song on the guitar.

"Have you been practicing your chords?"

You nod, totally forgetting that he was actually asking about guitar chords and not keyboard. He gave a small chuckle and settled in front of you.

"Great, let's see it!"

The next few minutes consisted of;

"Did you tune your guitar? It sounds a little weird.."

"That's the G chord."

"Bring that finger here and this one here..."

"Show me A chord..... Uh... That's C chord."

"That's not even a chord."

It was amazing how Jae was never frustrated with your inability to learn the chords because your limit was approaching fast.

Every mistake you made, you simply want to throw the guitar down and leave but Jae was always there to stop you from doing that. With his kind smile and carefree attitude, you could not stop yourself from falling for him even more. He was honestly your only motivation to learn the guitar.Your frustration was clear on your face but once he ruffles your hair, you can't help it but to come back for the next session.

"You did great! Just need a little more practice."

Jae flashed a proud smile when you get a chord right was the highlight of the entire lesson.

"That's it for today!"

Jae clapped his hands and pats your shoulder, as if signing to you that you did a good job. Your shy smile made its appearance along with a slight blush but luckily, his attention was on the notification of his phone. He briefly read through and perked up, catching you before you leave.

"Before I forget, here!"

He held out a shiny silver ticket out to you and grinned.

"Umm... What is this?"

"There's a gig, tomorrow at Club Eclipse. Thought that maybe it would be nice for you to see a few live performances."

You eyed the ticket for a bit before you glance up at him.

"You'll be playing?"

"Not this time but I'll be sure to invite you next time! Pinky promise!"

He stuck out his pinky, wiggling childishly to which you curled with a small giggle. Jae gave you a ruffle on your hair before looking at his watch.

"I'll pick you up at about 7 at the cafe near school?"

"You have a license?"

"Only one way to find out right?"

He winked, smiling while you tried to bite back your smile.

You might have went all out in trying to find the perfect outfit which had Seungmin groaning in pure annoyance at the fact that you just practically dumped a bunch of clothes infront of him. The amount of times that you ran into his bedroom's toilet and came out with a new outfit had him regretting his friendship with you.

As if he could break a childhood friendship that easy.

You and Seungmin met each other at a piano recital when the two of you were younger. Ever since then, it was as if it was fated for the two of you to be friends. Both of you kept getting into the same classes, courses and school with or without planning on it. Plus, it did not help that Wonpil, Seungmin's brother, was your partner for a piano recital which made the two of you even closer.

"Are you seriously doing this at my house?"

"I need fashion advice."

You pouted, turning away from the mirror for Seungmin's view. He barely gave you a glance and scoffed.

"Stop pouting. You ain't cute."

You pouted even more at his harsh words but it was just a Seungmin thing to do so you weren't offended in the slightest.

"Why aren't you asking Hyunjin for fashion advice? He is better than the rest of us at fashion."

"YOU'RE A GENIUS, SEUNG!"

You immediately grabbed your phone and called Hyunjin over to Seungmin's house. It didn't take long for him to arrive but not alone.

"Who invited the sunshine twins here?"

"We are here for mental support!"

"Get out of my house."

"Why do you like Jae anyways?"

Felix's question threw you to a state of flabbergast.

"Why Jae?"

Jisung added on, while Hyunjin was picking up outfits and trying to pair them together.

You sat on Seungmin's mattress much to the other's displeasure and thought about it to yourself.

At first, it was the smile. You always thought that Jae had a cute smile with how he smiles with his eyes. He had a variety of smiles from the playful mischievous grin to the tired yet blessed smirk. It stays in your mind every time and you could not help feeling warm seeing his smile.

"Who's that?"

You asked Seungmin, who had been re-reading his script for the tenth time that day. Your dear friend was a part of the MC line up for some after school event which he was extremely nervous for which was why you, his dear friend, was there to cheer him on.

"What?"

"That blonde? I don't think I had seen him before."

"Oh, Jae?"

You raised a brow as if trying to get him to explain more. "He was a student here, my brother's senior. They called him back to help us with the event."

Your attention went to the blonde who was joking around with some of the MCs to calm their stage nerves. The way he threw his head back to laugh caused you to smile a little.

"Cute."

Then, you fell for his personality. How friendly and welcoming he was with everyone, how thoughtful to those he held those dear and how mature and gives the best advice at times. He was like a canvas with similar yet different shades that you would only realize after looking closely.

Jae was not close to Wonpil by any means.

It did not mean that they hated each other or anything but it is just that their friend circles never really clashed. So, Jae had no reason to protect Wonpil like he did that one time during his third recital.

During his third recital, the seniors had Wonpil running around, forcing him to do stuff which would make him late to the recital. They went as far as to cut his formal clothes causing him to turn up with red slick back hair and blue button up which had caused a ruckus among the audience and judges for not being professional. But without a doubt, he was able to pull a performance that had the audience crying and reaching out for their tissues.

Unfortunately, Wonpil was disqualified and was banned from joining in another recital in the event hall for not being "professional" and was reported for "harassing" the seniors that he had helped.

That had caused you and Seungmin to fume in pure anger with how you had seen Wonpil going around to help the seniors, even going as far as to cut his practice time.

It was the first time you saw Wonpil getting upset that he walked away.

You and Seungmin were about to storm into the judges when Jae reached before the two of you could and provided them with evidence and eyewitnesses of the seniors bullying Wonpil and forcing him on errands. You watched in pure amazement at how the older glared the seniors down.

When you asked why would he stand up for a total stranger, his reply would always be the same.

"Why not?"

After, you just could not help but pay attention to him no matter where he goes. It's like your eyes would constantly be searching for him. There was just something about his presence that made you look at him in amazement.

What do you like about Jae?

"I don't know. I just like him."

You should probably trust Hyunjin more than you did because the outfit he put together really looked good. Not only you looked good but you also feel good in the outfit. So there you were with nervous jitters waiting outside the cafe for Jae, typing at your phone furiously, trying to calm yourself down.

Millennium Line Unite (5)

Memelix : Still cant believe u got boss to give u today off

Memelix : On short notice

J.ONE : Not fair :(

SeungSky : I dont get y u guys complaining

SeungSky : M covering her shift

SeungSky : If anyone want complain it be me

lmao he saw my ticket

he just send me off

Dramallama : boss said you need friends

Dramallama : hes sad Minnie is ur only friend

Dramallama : WHO TF CHANGE MY USER NAME

Memelix changed Dramallama to PrettyJinnie

PrettyJinnie : Aww

PrettyJinnie : Thanks baby

Memelix : Anything for my Prince

J. ONE : my eyes

J. ONE : NEED BLEACH

SeungSky : No flirting

SeungSky : Not in this christian household

Memelix : jokes on you

Memelix : im catholic

SeungSky : And Jisungs a rapper

Memelix : ???

J. ONE : ???

PrettyJinnie : ???

???

SeungSky : it means idgaf

Ouch

taht got to hurt

SeungSky : Idgaf bout ur date either

SeungSky : u made me work on my off day

SeungSky : u officially out of my friend list

J. ONE : at least u were in his list

SeungSky : Han

SeungSky : stfu

Oh shit oh shit oh shit

Jae here gtg

wish me lcuk

Memelix : Stay safe

PrettyJinnie : Use protection

J. ONE : good lcuk

Private Chat : SeungSky

SeungSky : Text me ASAP if somethings wrong

SeungSky : Don't accept drinks from strangers

SeungSky : Stay close to Jae hyung

Must u do this everytime

SeungSky : U only have one braincell

SeungSky : It worries me that u dont have common sense

I do have

hope I dont make a fool of myself

SeungSky : Tough words for a clown like u

f u

"Coming in?"

Jae's voice hollered from the car as you look up from your phone. You darted into the car taking the seat next to the driver's and greeted him casually. You tried to avoid his look, considering how he actually put effort in looking good and you could barely stop yourself from combusting at the sight.

"Looking good today."

"Thanks. You too, Jae. It's been awhile since I saw you in something other than a shirt."

"That's cause I'm usually half awake and late for work."

"Well, does that mean that you are late everyday?"

"Hush now little one."

Laughing quietly at his words, you guys started talking about random things and before you know it, you were already there in the club.

"Nervous?"

He asked, seeing how you hesitate after parking the car nearby. An arm over your shoulder had you calming down almost instantly. It was as if just knowing that Jae was there brought you calmer.

"Is this the wrong time to tell you that this is my first time going to a club?"

"You mean to tell me… you're a club fetus?!"

You giggle at his dramatic scandalised face and playfully pushed him away. He laughed and placed his hands on your shoulder leading the way.

"Don't worry and just stay close."

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thethirdwheel404 · 4 years ago

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Med Series Rewatch (#12)

S3 E12: Born This Way.

Episode description: Dr. Manning and Dr. Choi are faced with a tough decision.

Literally when are they not.

Okay, last episode ended with the first Ava/Connor kiss, so this episode should be a rollercoaster of emotions.

let’s get into it.

- okay, already we’re starting in connor’s apartment, so cue ava walking in bc they slept together?

- i think its hilarious that her casual clothing is.. a flannel. like lmao idk

- it is so unbelievably funny and stupid to have a one night stand with someone you work closely with. i mean come on

- never forget that dr. ava bekker has a fish tank

- this is exhausting. the tentative back and forth is so fucking exhausting

- another bit of evidence. ava is never not confident, and especially not to this extent, and she never follows connor’s lead. so, the fact that she is standing back and waiting for him to make the decision? stupid.

- it screams that she is having a moment of anxiety, which is why she isn’t up to make the decisions in the exchange.

-to be clear: what i’m claiming here is that the only reason ava actually got with connor was bc she was having a moment of anxiety because he was the only person she had built a relationship with after living in this city for six months.

- when connor says that he has plans you can see her fold in on herself. this stems from a place of anxiety

- remember when they did surgery on the panda? that’s when the show peaked

- ava in her lab coat will never not get me. especially with the gloves, running towards a patient (very hot)

- connor still looks kinda looks like a mess but ava is immaculate here like what dude out of your league

- ava asking the family questions (ik this is standard doctor stuff but showing worry, interest, all that jazz)

- okay, see here! here! ava calls connor out, saying that his procedure is too invasive. before, ava’s procedures where invasive, which everyone used as evidence to her being super cold, but now, we see that she purely does what she deems best for the patient at hand

- also, once again, the concern ava feels. you can hear it in her voice. we forget this part of her way too often

- the smile on ava’s face when she gives the family good news. god wept

- and then more concern when connor tells her they need to put him on ecmo

- the reason that ava is frustrated that connor didn’t go with her decision for their patient care is because she truly believes that if they don’t go with her treatment, he will die. don’t make it anything different. don’t argue she’s frustrated because he’s not listening to her. don’t make it anything about their relationship. she puts their patients care first and foremost

- there’s a stark shift in her demeanor when in the room with the parents vs. her alone with connor. in the room, you can see she’s stewing. she’s sucking on her teeth, she’s holding her emotions. she has control, she’s a professional. out of the room, she has full reign to be as mad with connor as she wants, which she does.

-AVA RAN INTO THE ROOM AGAIN WITH THE LAB COAT AND GLOVES AND IDK IT JUST HAS ME FEELING SOME KINDA WAY

- the way ava acknowledges everyone in the room (the nurse just informed them that the drug was running, ava nodded. just a little thing but yk)

- ava shaking her head at this sad, sad man (connor, who is floundering for a solution and misplacing his anger)

- their entire relationship is misplaced anger

- the fact that the last shot of the scene has connor in the foreground looking over the bed and ava watching from the door but ava is the one in focus - some cool cinematography points

- IS THIS THE EPISODE WHERE MAGGIE GOES TO JAIL

- med really went all over the place

- JUST THE AMOUNT OF CONCERN ON AVA’S FACE. im gonna say it again. look me in the eyes and tell this women is a psychopath. the med writers are fucking insane

- and when the parents ask ava if she disagreed with connor’s treatment decision, she has every opportunity (and right, frankly) to throw him under the bus and undermine him. but still, she says “it’s a complicated situation.” like. she never ever makes it personal, or loses her head. especially not to a patient. and she doesn’t have to defend connor. he’s made a lot of mistakes, and taken it out on her a bunch of times. yet she’s still nice to him, when he’s not even in the room

- it’s insane

- this is also the legendary scene where she comforts the family. there’s not a lot that i haven’t already said. this is the scene that most exemplifies ava’s humanity, the way she seems to feel, at least residually, what these parents are going through (since she obviously hasn’t gone through anything like this herself [unless.]). the way she kneels down, and gets on the family’s personal level.

- I... okay listen. I absolutely HATE the parallel they pull her between the line “I believe whenever you do something out of love, it can never really be wrong” and connor. especially because they show him when she says that line. and yeah, there’s obviously a connection that can be drawn between the meaning of that line and her sociopathic behavior in s4 and s5.

- it honestly feels like when writing s4, the writers hit so much of a wall they just googled the most ‘iconic’ ava moments and thought ‘how can i use these in the worst way possible?’ That’s honestly probably what they did (ava’s first interaction with connor - ‘you better watch yourself,’ this moment). There is no nuance to her character in s4. it is astoundingly terrible.

- lets move on

- THE WAY CONNOR LOOKS AT AVA HER MAKES ME FUCKING SCARED. HE HAS NO EMOTION ON HIS FACE. I know that we’ve been screen capping ava throughout this series but can someone find pictures of connor looking at ava bc, i need yall to remember how weird he looks

- like, no shade to connor, but just the emotion is undecipherable, but it is in no way a good one

- ava getting concerned (and looking slightly embarrassed) when she sees connor watching her by the door. obviously yeah she’s gonna feel weird you just caught her in a very uncharacteristic moment, outwardly expressing comfort. fucking back off

- i am so fucking protective of her and i demand he no longer look at her. it’s banned

- sam abrams looking at sarah’s dad’s head ct and asking if he’s a criminal. oh boy

- from a writer’s perspective, the storyline with sarah’s dad is actually pretty good

- ava ran into the room with gloves and lab coat again, if anybody wanted to know

- for the record, want it to be noted, ava was the one who realized that it was an issue with the machine again, so you could say she fixed connor’s mistake, again. so.

- connor making a big deal about handing the reins over to ava (if he really was selfless he wouldn’t have made a whole big thing, he still has an enormous hero complex)

- handing off control was very hard for him. boo hoo get some fucking humility I think they sell it at walgreens

- sarah fucking walking across the ed like she’s going to war. dramatic

- med really said pedophiles deserve rights with this ep huh

- anyway

- the way ava smiles

- the way she smiles when she turns him down. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT? SHE TURNED HIM DOWN. in the aspect of the story i cannot remember why she turned him down, but hey, i’m happy

- and it only further proves my story that the hook up came from a place of anxiety, and this is her realizing how silly that decision was. and her smiling was her laughing at herself for making such a stupid decision

- ALSO. LET’S TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THIS DECISION, THE DECISION TO TURN HIM DOWN, HAPPENED IN THE SAME EPISODE WHERE SHE SAID ‘IF YOU DO SOMETHING FOR LOVE, IT’S NEVER REALLY WRONG’

- like she literally says ‘last night was a mistake.’

- honestly, it’s fucking hilarious. connor deserves nothing

- and the confusion on his face when she walks away. hilarious

- if you wanted to take this the reesker route you could argue that the idea of ‘a decision of love’ was ava coming to terms with her slight little crush, though i don’t know how clean it would be if you argue that she panicked and told herself those were feelings meant for connor. idk, i’ll have to think about it further

- watching sarah let herself be betrayed by both herself and the people around in the story surrounding her dad will never not be hard to watch

This was a very good episode, character wise, for all the reasons stated above. It just hammers home the point of how strong a character Ava was. Key word, of course, being ‘was’. My conclusion over the last two episodes is that this specific sexual encounter with Connor was born out of a moment of anxiety from Ava. I suggest that over that last few weeks or days she has been experiencing some amount of anxiety out of having been living in Chicago for six months and only having one interpersonal relationship. So, that idea kind of built where she told herself the reason she only had one relationship was because she was in love with him. Then. after going through the story with this kid and comforting his parents, she realizes that she never actually loved Connor and maybe has a thing for someone else. I’m glad that I keep coming up with more ideas for this character, I was afraid the initial theory was somewhat of a one-off, but this only proves the idea of the complexity to Ava’s character.

I’m sure it’ll get worse from here, though.

as always, thanks for sticking through

read the rest here:

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Extra

#chicago med #med rewatch series #ava bekker #mine #born this way

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nothingofnotereally · 5 years ago

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Talia Mythbuster #1: Denny O’Neil Edition

This is recycled Twitter content. To see me theorize and meta in real time, catch me at ennuiofaribee@twitter!

ALSO, I’m not tagging this with Catwoman or BatCat because I’m not trying to start a fight, but feel free to link it to whoever when relevant.

Talia Myth: Talia only stuck as a love interest because Denny O'Neil took over and forced people to write her. Mike Barr served his agenda with the "of the Demon" series. Also Denny wouldn't let BatCat date because he hates Selina.

OH BOY. I understand where this comes from, but no. First things first: A lot of Talia's most Bruce/Talia-favorable appearances had absolutely nothing at all to do with Denny.

For example, I would say Wolfman's "The Lazarus Affair" arc is the most overtly romantic appearance she has outside of the "of the Demon" GNs (arguably even including those), but Denny appears nowhere on the credits. He wasn't even the editor.

In Batman Annual #8, we have Mike Barr, but again no Denny - by this time he had left the book some time previous.

Barr still presented Talia as someone Bruce had feelings for. Enough so that when she left him, Robin knew he'd be hurt by it. And he clearly is since he “needs a moment.”

This isn't the only example, even Gerry Conway and famously BatCat friendly Doug Moench used her a few times. Not the most romantic stories to be sure, but she was there, and presented fairly. (Moench also wrote an Elseworlds where Talia and Bruce were married years later, but I left that out of the Twitter post because blah blah Denny was on Batoffice by then. Anyway.)

And then comes the big one...

Son of the Demon. I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH that Denny had nothing to do with this book. I'm linking an interview with Mike Barr where he explains the whole long story, but I've screencapped some relevant bits below as well.

Mike Barr @ Comics Alliance

Barr originally intended the child to come back into play, and yes it WAS originally in continuity. But as far as Barr following Denny O'Neil's agenda, nope. Denny is actually the one who REMOVED Son of the Demon from continuity. I can't find sources on why anymore, but as Barr says above, Denny didn't want them to have married or Batman to have a son.

Also, as someone old enough to remember Zero Hour and be reading newsgroups (RP usenet) at the time, I'll lay down some tea:

After Zero Hour, DC's head editors were permitted to retcon one major continuity element of their properties. This is one of the reasons I've said how often DC retcons depends on what characters you follow, like Wonder Woman got an ENTIRELY new origin, like. Entirely.

Denny's ONE editorial fiat was used removing Son of the Demon from continuity and, if I recall correctly, his reasoning was twofold: He didn't think progressingtheir relationship served the Bruce/Talia dynamic and he didn't think it made sense for Bruce to never notice he had a child, because he's the world's greatest detective and he would have figured it out eventually. As a sidenote, Warner was also pissed about it after Batman became a bigger name post-Miller and Batman '89, whereas when it was approved Batman was still a midlister in danger of losing his second title.

ANYWAY, Denny also went out of his way to establish that Bruce and Talia still can't be together the year after in Detective Annual #1, where he tells Talia he would have to give up who he is to be with her. Which brings me to the next major point....

Denny didn't hate Selina. He was one of the first writers to use her after the Comics Code's 14ish year ban of her use. He even used her in his Wonder Woman run. Also it was under his watch that she got her first post-crisis solo stories in Action Comics Weekly, and her first post-Crisis miniseries, Her Sister's Keeper, not to mention her first big solo ongoing, which featured her classic purple catsuit.

He didn't hate Selina. He never tried to sabotage her.

Maybe he didn't care for BatCat (that’s a literal maybe, I have no idea how he felt about BatCat), but he kept Talia from being with Bruce, too.

What I am saying is, people are mistaking the lack of BatCat in his tenure with his targeting BatCat, but actually, Denny just didn't want Bruce to have a sex life.

Greg Rucka mentions this in another interview, but here's the relevant bit:

Greg Rucka@Comics Alliance

So, in sum: Denny isn't the only one who used Talia as a love interest for Bruce. He didn't hate or sabotage Selina. He maybe?? didn't ship BatCat, but it didn't make a huge difference since he ultimately didn't let anyone give Bruce a substantial romance anyway.

I could frankly talk even more about more silly Denny/Talia/BatCat myths, but my computer lag is, as always, a limiting factor. So, have a fab day and hope you enjoyed Talia Mythbusters Part 1, lmao.

By the way if anyone has specific Talia myths you'd like addressed or researched, feel free to let me know. I've been lazy about this. I did Denny/BatCat stuff first because I knew I could do this more or less from memory+ knew where where the receipts were offhand.

I do have a list but you know, input is great and also if more than one person cares to have one thing looked at, I'll know where to focus my attention.

#talia al ghul #denny oneil #bruce/talia #brutalia

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devilmaycry5 · 6 years ago

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I really really loved your DMC silly headcanons and was wondering if you had any more???

Sorry this took so long, I wanted to beat DMC5 first before I wrote them!! But thank you!! I honestly never take this series seriously lmao

More of Perrie’s Dumb Devil May Cry Headcannons

That video of the two guys singing tainted love is just Dante And Nero.

Everyone at DMC has no fucking shame. Nero tried to prank Dante once by stealing his clothes during his shower— and instead of looking for them, Dante just sat in his chair. Naked.

They’re also all super disgusting. Like, look at Dante’s shop and the inside of the RV. Vergil’s probably the cleanest one out of all these assholes.

Continuing off of that— Devil May Cry just straight up smells like a garbage can. Both the RV and Dante’s shop. But because they live in it they don’t smell it.

Dante most likely smells like pizza grease. Yes there’s the typical smell of gunpowder and leather but then you can faintly make out the smell of a Little Caesar’s™️

Lady’s got everyone looking at her when she hits the gym. She’s got the best bod and she floors everyone when she bench presses.

The gang repeatedly ruins people’s lives across the city. For every life they save— they low key ruin another.

Vergil makes no noise or moves when he sleeps so people always mistake him to be dead. Dante gets really nervous when he comes home and sees Vergil napping on the couch.

Nico to Trish - “WHAT ARE THOSE.” “Those are my CROCS.”

Dante’s recreated that one Indiana Jones shooting scene with demons about 50 times now.

Trish likes Shania Twain. Specifically “That don’t impress me much” and “Man! I feel like a woman”

There was a time when Patty won tickets to a water park and invited the DMC crew. Vergil didn’t go, but the gang was back within 2 hours because they got banned for life from it. I’ll let you imagine how they got kicked out.

One time Dante accidentally threw away an envelope that he didn’t check which had about $100,000 in it. The gang spent all day racing each other at the local dump digging through garbage to find it first. (Spoilers Nico finds it)

Vergil got a part time job at a library once. No one knew about it until Lady went in to get some demon lore books and bumped into him. He quit soon after.

Nero once pissed of Nico so bad that she secretly messed with red queen and made it so instead of revving up, it just made horn noises.

The workers at the local ice cream shop dread when the DMC crew come in. They always show up late at night, 10 mins before closing and don’t leave til they want too. They also never tip.

Vergil got lost at a target once.

Nico and Dante pick up furniture off the side of the road.

Lady fist fought a soccer mom in a parking lot once.

When Dante and Vergil fight(which is very frequent) they will use anything— and I do mean ANYTHING— to fight with. One time Lady walked into the shop to see Dante and Vergil fighting each other with the pool balls and cue sticks from the pool table.

Nico watches weapon making YouTube channels to make more stuff.

Once the gang had a mission in Las Vegas so everyone went (because HELLO VEGAS????) and the they partied it up after the mission and ended up losing Nero. They spent the rest of the trip in a Hangover movie style trip trying to find him.

Strangely enough, Trish and Vergil both enjoy Japanese food so when it’s just them at the shop they don’t even have to say anything, they just order it for each other.

Dante once stuck his fork in a toaster to get his bread out of there. Didn’t end well for him.

Nero and Vergil got into a huge verbal fight one time and Nero almost won until Vergil quietly said “You’re grounded.” Dante couldn’t stop laughing so Nero shot him in the head.

#these are always so fun to make lmao #I have so many more but theyre very detailed lmao #asks #devil may cry #bebe says

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flatsuke · 6 years ago

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for you, the world

Title: for you, the world

Summary: Sometimes, he wished someone out there could grant the wishes of a god. Time Loop AU

Genre: Angst, Romance

Pairing: MC/Leon

Rating: T

a/n: Happy Belated Birthday @maidofstars!! I’m sorry this came really late, but I wanted this to be good lmao! This fic was heavily inspired by Madoka Magica’s 3rd Movie! I thought it would be fitting for Leon :’)

Also a big thank you to @kiserusmoke for getting my ass into overdrive also @angel34jolly-blog, i finally made a Leon fic :D

The wishes always came to Leon in endless streams.

As a Wishes minister, he’d heard them all before. The annoying lottery wishes, the please-let-me-get-an-A wishes, the heal-my-dog wishes—he’d heard everything, and frankly, he was tired of doing so.

None of those could hold a candle to the sheer amount of love wishes that landed on his desk, however.

Humans never seemed to stop wishing about love, and that annoyed Leon to no end. There was always someone out there who wanted love to be shaped according to their terms, without any consideration for anything else. Leon thought there was nothing more disgustingly human than that.

It came to a point where he had to put his foot down and ban granting love-related wishes in the department. He was sure the other gods had their misgivings with this development, but no matter. His word was the next best thing to the law in the heavens.

“Leo, don’t you think you’re being a bit hasty with this decision?” Karno asked him. Typical of the Cancer god, Leon thought. Always the only one brave enough to question me.

“Of course not. There’s no merit in granting wishes that aren’t worth anything.”

It was true. Leon couldn’t think of any goldfish wishes that didn’t have some hint of human greed or selfishness in them. The mere thought of granting any of them left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Except, maybe, for one wish.

There was one goldfish whose wish didn’t disgust him immediately. The human—a little girl—always looked at the stars with her hands clasped and asked for the same thing—

“I wish something wonderful would happen.”

It was vague, childish even. But it held the hopes and dreams of a little goldfish with stars in her eyes.

Maybe just once, he’d grant this wish.

That trickster of a king must’ve had a twisted sense of humor if he thought sending Leon on Earth to erase his mark of sin was funny.

But sending him on earth knowing full well that he’d fall for the ex-goddess? The king was an absolute bastard.

The goldfish, in her enthusiasm, had invited to him to attend the Star Festival with her. He willingly chose to indulge her—after all, this was the last thing he could do for her before he’d face the wrath of the heavens. He had to leave her with something, and all he was allowed to give was a memory worth keeping.

Unfortunately, their evening was ruined when Minister Ponytail decided to make himself known.

“Lay a hand on her and you’ll regret it.” Leon was smirking, but his words had no mirth in them whatsoever.

“…Because you don’t want any harm to come to her?”

For the first time in the long time they’ve known each other, though he’d never admit it, Leon agreed.

Leon knew, deep down, that Zyglavis did nothing out of malice. He only acted out of a sense of misplaced duty and honor, not to mention the fact that he was incapable of seeing things beyond black and white logic.

That, Leon thought, was his greatest mistake. He would never beat Leon as long as he lived by that outdated mentality.

Leon was already preparing to block Zyglavis’ attack, but he underestimated how foolish she was.

(And how selfless she was.)

Humans were not supposed to have holes in their chests, but here she was, charred skin surrounding the gaping wound right on her heart. She slumped onto the ground, and he was reminded of the little fish they won earlier, now flapping helplessly beside her.

“Why did she…?” Not even Zyglavis could’ve predicted that she’d try to shield Leon from the attack.

But none of that mattered right now.

Leon felt his suppressed power well up in him in waves, and despite all the chaos around him, he could only see red. How dare this insolent god hurt her, how dare this filthy world reject her—

How dare you for not protecting her, Leon.

“Leon! Don’t do this, there are humans here!” Zyglavis’ screams were already white noise to him.

He remembered a wish long ago that he promised himself he’d grant.

If there was anything Leon was completely sure of, it’s that he would do anything to make sure it would come true.

Even if I have to do it over and over.

ii.

This time, he was able to save her before Zyglavis’ attack reached her. Only, in her attempt to keep him from going berserk at Zyglavis, her body absorbed all the impact from his unleashed power.

This time, it was his fault.

But despite all that, she forgave him. Even when he was being dragged off to the heavens to stand trial, she didn’t blame him for causing her pain. Hell, she even begged him to take her with him.

(How could he compete against that?)

In the end, both of them stood before everyone in the Punishments court. She was beside him, obviously unnerved by the scrutinizing looks of all the gods. Still, she met all their gazes head-on with the hidden strength he came to love.

That’s my goddess.

He was, as the humans would say, in deep shit. But seeing her stand her ground against the likes of the ponytailed stick-up-the ass gave him a reason to smile through all this.

“The time of judgement has arrived,” Zyglavis’ stern voice rang across the hall. “You were exiled to Earth for committing the sin of defiling a goddess. However, instead of spending your time on Earth atoning for your sin, you broke a law of the heavens.”

She trembled beside Leon, holding his hand tighter—tighter than she did the first night they met.

“Do you admit to this sin, Leon, wild lion of the heavens?”

He smirked. Of course, he knew exactly what he did better than anyone. The old adage of the heavens, “a god must not love a human more than any other,” rang in his head, but he didn’t bother entertaining the thought further. In fact, he’d abandoned that thought long before he arrived in court.

You’re the only person here that matters.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Zyglavis,” Leon said, giving the other god his best sneer. “I never denied that I broke the law.”

“Tread carefully, lion—”

“But the fact remains that she helped me erase my sin. So make of that what you will.”

The furrow in Zyglavis’ brow only grew more pronounced. “Of all the gods here, your power is paramount to the balance heavens.”

Again with his “balance” foolishness—

“That’s no concern of mine," Leon said.

“Watch your mouth,” Zyglavis scolded, his voice reverberating. “Despite everything, you are still the head of the Department of Wishes—for the time being. I will have you decide now. God or human—which do you choose?”

Leon knew this was a trick question. Should he choose to be human, he would lose his powers, thereby rendering her unable to return to Earth. If he chose to remain a god, he would have to do the unthinkable.

“…Are you asking me to kill her?” His voice took a deadly edge.

“If you don’t, then the only path left for you is extinguishment.”

She panicked visibly at that, and Leon could already read her thoughts—all of which asked him to kill her and save his own life.

Like I would ever let that happen.

She’d told him before that she never wanted to be separated from him, even at the cost of her life. As a wish-granting god, Leon could only do what he did best.

The space around him shifted. The light around him grew to a blinding gold, and he knew the end was near. Yet, none of that mattered to him.

To hell with the King, the gods, and the heavens. If he was a sinner, then so be it. Let the world condemn him, so long as she could have another chance at happiness.

And I would do it again, just to see you smile.

iii.

He was back at the planetarium again, just like the first night they met.

True to her nature, she leapt off the planetarium’s balcony to save a little boy from falling. The force of the boy’s fall was too strong, and just like before, she was pulled over the side of the roof, falling to what could have been her untimely death.

But unlike before, he wasn’t the god who saved her this time.

Leon distinctly heard her heart call out for Huedhaut.

True enough, Hue responded at a moment’s notice, and Leon had never seen the god of Aquarius look so desperate before.

Not since he’d lost that person all those years ago.

Hue held her carefully, guiding her gently back to the planetarium. She, in turn, clung onto him as tightly as she could.

At the back of his mind, Leon always knew that she and Hue had a connection of some sort. He wasn’t a fool not to know that Hue’s missing stars and the reincarnated goddess’ existence were related. In fact, Leon never missed the way Hue looked at her longingly, as if she would disappear from his sight if he didn’t watch her.

Still, seeing them together still sent a stab of pain in Leon all the same.

He supposed this world wasn’t the one meant for him. If he was right, then she was meant to be with Hue in this world. It wasn’t Leon’s place to interfere. He would stay in the sidelines and support them. All that mattered was that she ended up happy.

However, Fate loved to play tricks on the good, and she was the greatest of the good.

Huedhaut returned to the heavens after his mark of sin faded, but her heart didn’t sit well with his absence. Day after day, the rain never stopped its barrage on Earth—a clear reflection of her feelings.

Feelings Leon knew all too well.

Zyglavis, ever the dutiful square, gave her the option of letting Huedhaut die to save Earth, or to let herself die to save both him and Earth.

And, just like always, she gave herself up so easily.

(He wondered if this unending agony was what Hue had to live with for eons.)

iv.

Leon remembered an interesting question Vega posed one day.

“If the gods grant the humans’ wishes, then who grants the gods’ wishes?”

For the life of him, he didn’t know. Supposedly, gods were existences of the highest order; they were at the pinnacle of the everything, able to manipulate the laws of creation at will.

Yet the only wish he’s ever had, the only person that made his world have any semblance of meaning in it—

“I’m sorry, Leo,” Karno had his eyes closed in sorrow. “She was trying to save a boy from a moving car, but…”

He didn’t need to hear Karno continue. He’d already seen her body sprawled on the crosswalk, blood and viscera splattered everywhere.

Humans prayed to the gods to grant their wishes, but Leon had no one to pray to.

Gods didn’t fail.

They were perfect beings that naturally excelled at everything. That was how everything was and always will be.

But after holding her limp body against his chest for the nth time, Leon didn’t think so anymore.

vi.

If this world was the King’s doing, Fate’s doing, or some sick being’s doing, then they were truly despicable in the worst ways.

Leon looked everywhere, but he couldn’t find a single trace of her in this world. He went to the planetarium and asked her friend Hiyori about her, but she only told him that no one of that name ever worked there. Her ever-cozy apartment was vacant, with no sign of anyone ever living in it. Hell, he even checked her family registry only to find out her parents never had any children.

It was utter blasphemy for her not to exist. No one among the gods could fathom his grief, not Karno, not Zyglavis, not even Hue. To them, Leon holing himself up in his private flower field was just another show of his apathy toward everything and not a means of escape from his dreadful reality.

So be it.

He would leave this world and let it rot like the trash it was. A world without her in it wasn’t one worth living in.

vii.

Leon already stopped counting when he reached the thousands. Snapping his fingers was growing tiring at every failure he’s lived through, and the gods have noticed his growing disdain for the universe.

The King had told him once before that gods loved all beings equally.

However, all Leon could think of was how fast this world could end.

viii.

Supposedly, as a god, Leon had all the time in the world. In theory, it made sense. Gods were immortal by nature, and the long stretch of time was nothing to the lifespan of a god.

But if Leon was being honest, his greatest enemy wasn’t the Department of Punishments or even the King.

It was time.

There was never enough time to prepare himself for her inevitable death. There was never enough time for him to save her.

(How he wished to grab time by its throat and crush it with his hands, so that it would know at least a fraction of his pain.)

ix.

Maybe, Leon thought, he should just ask her to wish for his unconditional success.

(He stopped for a while and asked himself if it was possible for gods to go insane.)

Why?

Why are you still so selfless even after everything?

xi.

I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

xii.

He still had one last option, one last trump card he’s kept to himself all this time. If he used it, he’d be breaking not only the laws of the heavens, but that of the universe as well—of reality itself.

But that didn’t matter to him. It never did.

He’d told her this before, and he’d say it forever:

If loving you is a sin, then let me be a sinner.

xiii.

None of the other gods could hold Leon down in his divine form. The King himself tried to step down and intervene, but Leon was stronger. No one in the world could ever hope to understand his grief.

It was for her alone.

He would become an existence far beyond the god of Leo; he would be her direct antithesis—selfishness itself. The universe would be rewritten according to his terms, and his terms alone. She would never again be hurt by anything or anyone.

He would specifically make it a universal law to never have her be hurt.

“Please, think about what you’re doing!” Karno yelled at him. “You can’t just destroy everything like that!”

Leon only held her in his arms tighter, the light around them becoming blinding.

Even the scorpion couldn’t hide his panic. “You’re messing with shit beyond our realm!”

“Leon, this isn’t what I—” she tried to plead with him, but he only smiled at her.

Now I can finally—

“Leon! Stop!”

—grant your wish.

xiv.

He sat alone on his throne, marveling at his new creation. The threads of his new cosmos were beginning to form, and he was satisfied. Everything was just as it should be.

“Leon,” said a low voice from the end of the hall. It was Huedhaut, still in his divine form.

How impertinent.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Hue said. His eyes blazed a cool, blue fire.

“Oh, I do. But feel free to enlighten me.”

“You—you’ve tampered with something that shouldn’t be touched,” he said. “You may be a god, but you have no right to just change the order of the universe—even if it was for her!”

I would’ve expected you of all people to understand, Hue.

“Maybe not. But well, I’m not a god anymore, you see. I’ve become something far beyond that, so I doubt it’s in your best interest to defy me like this,” Leon said, a deadly grin on his face.

“I won’t just let you do this, Leon.” Hue channeled his energy into an orb, aiming it at Leon.

“Before that, let me ask you something,” said Leon. “Why are you missing stars in one eye?”

“You know exactly why—”

With a snap of Leon’s fingers, Huedhaut reverted back to his regular Wishes uniform, his godly form nothing but an afterthought. He stood there, dazed at the sudden shift of power in him.

“Let me ask you again. Why are you missing stars in one eye?”

Hue’s expression became clouded, like he was trying to decipher the world’s mysteries. He held up his hand to his right eye, but his face remained troubled.

“II’m not sure…was it always like that…?”

If Leon were still his old self, he would’ve felt guilt at meddling with his friend’s memories. All he could feel now, however, was impatience.

“Yes, it was. But don’t worry, I’ll give them back to you on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t interfere.”

If loving you is a sin, then let me be a sinner.

Donning his human disguise, Leon visited the planetarium roof—the place where it all began—and he hoped to find her there.

Sure enough, she stood at the balcony, hands clasped in prayer at the stars. He felt his heart break at the sight of her smiling so openly.

How long has it been since he last saw her smile?

Too long.

“So, are you making a wish?”

She turned to him, startled, before giving a reply. “Well, um, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there, sir. Are you hoping to ask more about the Star Tour package?”

She was still the same flustered goddess she’s always been. His eyes narrowed in affection.

“I’m talking about the stars,” he said, pointing up. “Do you actually believe wishes come true when you wish upon them?"

“Oh…well, I guess I do. It’s nice to think that there’s someone out there who can hear me.”

I will always hear you, so you can wish for anything you want.

“Is that so?”

“Yes…” she said, trailing off. “Honestly, this is going to sound weird, but I feel like my wishes always come true when I see a shooting star. I guess I’m kinda lucky in that sense.”

I’m glad I could make you happy here, then. Never stop smiling, my precious goddess.

“But you know,” she turned back to the stars, a faraway look in her eyes. “Sometimes, it all feels strange. Like I’m supposed to be somewhere else, and that this isn’t real at all...”

He felt a surge of divine power come from her, and he knew that this was her innate selflessness rejecting the very nature of this universe, which was borne from his own selfish wish. If he let her power run amok, she would surely choose to restore everything back to what it once was, and he couldn’t let that happen. Not after everything they’d been through.

I’m sorry.

Leon immediately embraced her as tightly as he could, both to repress her power and to feel her softness against him. It had been far too long since he held her like this, far too long since he felt any semblance of peace. He couldn’t stop his tears from falling.

“You’re perfect,” he told her gently. “You should stay exactly as you are.”

“Um, s—sir?” She was obviously confused at his sudden boldness, and the power that once flowed from her halted to a complete stop at her shift in mood.

This is all for you. It always has, and it always will be.

He stepped away from her, taking in the apple-red blush on her cheeks. He’d missed this more than anything.

“Just as I thought,” he said. “The stars in your eyes really are the most beautiful.”

He knew she was probably confused—but that was okay. He didn’t want her to suffer with the burden of knowledge; she never should. Maybe the day will come when her memories come back, but for now, all she had to do was be happy.

He’d promised himself on that day so many, many years ago that he’d grant the wish of that little goldfish girl.

And that was all that mattered.

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atopearth · 6 years ago

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OZMAFIA!! Part 4 - Scarlet Route

I’m looking forward to Scarlet’s route since I quite like him. Cute but mature? Ahahaha. Also because I’d like to see the other famiglia. Lmao that Fuka thinks Scarlet is a girl though. Omg this is probably one of the first times I’ve agreed with Fuka on anything, but I do agree that those arbitrary lines of so called enemy famiglia preventing them from talking with each other is very saddening. They’re all in the same town and yet so closed off on their own territories. I like how Kyrie thought it was funny, so he didn’t bother correcting Fuka on the fact that Scarlet is actually a guy hahahah.

If only every day was Sunday… That’s a nice thought, then conflicts would always be banned haha. I feel like Scarlet is the only one that actually thinks about how nice it would be if every day was Sunday and kinda strives for that peace, whereas everyone else fights because that’s how things are and there’s nothing that can be done? LMAO, when she finally found out Scarlet is actually a guy and he asks why she thought that, and Fuka goes to explain that it’s because he’s short, has a baby face and has big, cute round eyes hahahahaha. She’s so slack lmaoo, she even called him the perfect girl, even girlier than her LOL. Sometimes I don’t understand how their town works, it’s like they just fight for fun or something lol. They trade food and other materials between the families, Soh from the Wolf Gang sets up shop selling food etc, it’s like, considering how interrelated they all are, why exactly do they fight?

I think it’s so sweet that it’s because of Fuka that Scarlet has started to open up towards trying different foods from other people rather than being constantly suspicious that it might be poisoned. I feel like the heroine is so mean to Scarlet LOL. When he told her that for his physical examination last month he shrank 2mm and she said maybe it was a mistake that he even grew the 2mm to begin with (since the previous check up said he grew 2mm and now he’s lost it) hahaha. I’d love to see a grown up and tall Scarlet though, I think he’d look so cool! I’m glad Scarlet went with his gut and didn’t take up Alfani’s offer to tour the brothel with Fuka, I mean how disastrous would it be if these two innocent kids found out!

Ohhh the mafia claim taxes etc from citizens for protecting the town and that’s where their income comes from! Considering how much Hansel and Gretel seem to destroy the place, I wonder if they really get enough though lol… How amazing that Scarlet can make simple medicine like ointments! Nice that he gave some to the heroine considering Gretel kinda hurt her~ Seeing how adamant Scarlet is on not hurting people and not using his gun is really admirable. I hope he won’t really ever have to use it… I’m so glad she told Kyrie that Hansel and Gretel gave her a piece of bread before she ate it, like omggg, she could have died!

Scarlet is so thoughtful to think that the stars must be busy granting everyone’s wishes for the Meteor Shower Gathering, so he doesn’t want to make any wishes to add to their burden! Omg how romantically cool to look at stars through Scarlet’s rifle scope hahahah! Trust Fuka to fall and make Scarlet save her and hurt his leg lol, now they have to camp outside in the forest~ I guess this makes it romantically exciting? The sweetest thing was when Scarlet said if it comes to it, he’d give his last resort rations to her. That is like the ultimate way of saying how much they love and treasure you 💕 them sharing his red hood was so cute too, I mean, that CG was so beautiful~~ I thought they would be in Wolf Gang territory and that Scarlet would have to use himself as bait so she can escape.. I just didn’t think Caramia would suggest that if Fuka wants them to save Scarlet, that she’d have to join the Oz famiglia. But I guess that would be logical, since Scarlet is part of Grimm’s famiglia and Fuka is just a guest, so Grimm would probably save him anyway… But it is dangerous and naturally, with Fuka and Scarlet being so close, Caramia has a duty to stop any more of these rumours that she’s going to join Grimm and so making her join Oz is really his kindness I guess….

I like that Fuka didn’t hesitate to join in order to save Scarlet but really, he’s not going to like this! I know Fuka doesn’t want to talk to Scarlet since their relationship has changed now and there’s nothing they can do anymore, but she needs to at least explain things! But I guess it’s just too hard to speak out loud… Sigh. And she wouldn’t want Scarlet to blame himself either I guess, but it’s inevitable.. It breaks my heart that Scarlet cherishes their chats so much…

Considering how crazy and bloodthirsty Hamelin seems to be now, I’m surprised that he was the one that taught Scarlet the idea that guns shouldn’t be needed and wanted peace. But I see, whatever incident Hamelin caused made Grimm lose most of their territory and that’s why Hansel and Gretel go so overboard trying to restore Grimm back to how it was so that Hamelin will come back to their home as if nothing has changed.. it’s kinda saddening that it’s come to this though, forcing Scarlet to either go along with Hamelin’s violence of going to war against all the families or to leave the Grimm famiglia.. I guess we should be happy that Scarlet is adamant on his principles and isn’t influenced by Hamelin for being the one that taught them to him.

Owwww! When you leave a famiglia, you have to cut your mark off with a knife and then brand the new one over it?! Isn’t there like a less painful way…? I am happy that Fuka watched it happen though; to see Scarlet go through with this decision to join Oz in order to stop Hamelin. It would be nice if Hamelin goes back to being the kind person he was after this.. It’s better to just die, huh? Did Hamelin come back just to get Scarlet to kill him? It’s kinda sad that the Grimm famiglia is gone now.. But I guess it was for the best if Hamelin was the head, it would have been difficult for Scarlet, Hansel and Gretel to keep everything up themselves..

It’s like Scarlet became the mother and maid of the Oz family; cooking for them every day and lecturing them for bad habits hahaha. So nice of Caramia to let Hansel and Gretel take care of the Grimm estate (that Oz is governing over now). It’s nice to know that Hamelin went to prison, but I guess it’s only nice if he can come to terms with what he’s done and go back to who he once was..

Doing the other ending now and LOL, it was so hilarious when Kyrie said the flower Scarlet gave her actually means “I’ll kill you” in flower language hahahaha! I believed him for a second lolol. I wonder when all these famiglie were formed if Scarlet was there from the very beginning… It’s nice to see more of Scarlet’s perspective now. It seems like whatever incident Hamelin caused has made Robin Hood want revenge, hmmm.. I assumed that the second/bad ending would be Scarlet going along with Hamelin’s plan, I just hope nothing happens to Scarlet… I guess the thing that was able to bring Hamelin back was Scarlet’s loyalty and faith in him. Scarlet didn’t want to point his gun at Fuka but he still did, for Hamelin and the Grimms, but at least Hamelin made Scarlet shoot him instead to save Scarlet from that future agony I guess.

I see, so Scarlet becomes the boss of the Grimm famiglia in this route.. I guess I like this route more because I feel like Scarlet would choose to be loyal to Hamelin no matter what but I feel so sad for Scarlet that he can never be with Fuka… Now, all he can really do is chat with her on Sundays probably…whyyyyy😢

Anyway, overall I enjoyed Scarlet’s route! I feel like the heroine has more personality here (in teasing Scarlet mainly lol) and because I just really like Scarlet in general because of how kind but strong he is. I guess the only thing I didn’t really like was the forced romance? I feel like Scarlet liked her but more for as a person that he can bond and chat with happily than actually a romantic interest. Otherwise, I liked the story and now I’m looking forward to knowing more about Hamelin!

#ozmafia

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squishysvt · 7 years ago

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"A Lot, Actually”

Request: Hi! Could I request a Jeno imagine where y/n (couple years older) is a well-known back up dancer for SM and also works in the SM Cafe. Jeno has a crush on her and was spotted by fans in awe while talking to her in the cafe. His members encourage him to tell her his feelings and he does so backstage of SMTown. Thank you 🙂

Member: Jeno (NCT)

Words: 2,832

A/N This one took me...really long lmao. Sorry that I couldn’t 100% write in all the details you gave me because the way the story was going Just Wouldn’t Let Me, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! -Admin Ay

Warnings: profanity, Jeno has teenage boy thoughts about his crush :/

Yes, perhaps it was true that Jeno had a slight crush on you. However, he was not going to admit that out loud for the whole room to know as Jisung and Renjun circled in on him trying to get some form of confirmation.

“Jeno, c’mon! If you tell us who your crush is on we’ll leave you alone.” Renjun whined as he nudged Jeno’s shoulder.

Jeno was now beyond exhausted, not from the soon-to-start dance rehearsals, but from the shenanigans that his friends-slash-coworkers found such pleasure in. He now regrets his offhanded remark about Jisung being “a mere child that knows nothing about love” after getting in an argument over which girl the main character in a show should have ended up with. To be honest, Jeno barely even liked the damn show, so why he let himself dive head first into a conversation about his own love life with his nosy friends in the first place, he did not know.

The sound of a door slamming open and a hoard of footsteps following caused the interrogee and his interrogators to flinch.

“Alright everybody! Rehearsals have officially started. Jeno, Renjun, and Jisung stop talking and get into positions.” Taeyong’s sweat pant-clad figure marched into the practice room, the rest of NCT marching behind him. Jeno had never been so happy to dance for four hours straight.

Rehearsal had gone well so far. NCT Dream had brushed up a few choreographies, and the unit was now on standby as 127 practiced a few of their own songs. Normally, Jeno would be monitoring the older members as they danced and he rested. Do not get him wrong, that was what he was doing for a bit. He was until all the background dancers filtered into the room to prepare for the special performance with all eighteen members.

A fluttering feeling was felt as Jeno anticipated for a particular figure to flow in with them, you. He knew that you would be working on this specific performance with NCT beforehand, thankfully. Jeno had zero confidence that he would be able to conceal the wave of emotions hitting him now as you walked in wearing a crop top and leggings had he not known.

Mark, who had just finished up perfecting Cherry Bomb with the rest of the 127 unit, shot a knowing look towards Jeno through the mirror, knowing full well that his dusted-red face was not caused by dancing. Past Jeno was stupid to think that Mark would have anything helpful to say to him at two in the morning after spilling his guts about his feelings for you.

Taeyong cupped his hands around his mouth as he barked orders. “Everybody, hurry up and get into your proper positions for the special stage. We can run through the choreography and then fix our mistakes after.”

A clash of hums and “yes sir”s were heard throughout the room as everyone moved where they were supposed to be. Jeno was placed in the very front for a majority of the dance while you stood along the walls awaiting your turn to come out along with the rest of the background dancers.

Jeno was doing his best at ignoring you as you stood by the wall, somewhat out of his point of view. But as you stepped out away from the wall and started to dance, all of Jeno’s resolve flew out of the window. All brain power usually used to remember upcoming moves instead was used to totally not admire how your leggings wrapped around your thighs and how cute your navel was.

Two bumps into Jungwoo as the group changed positions and a scolding from Taeyong later, Jeno was finally able to make it through practice.

Once the original choreographer was pleased with everyone’s performance she had told everyone that rehearsals were done for the day. Jeno watched as you slowly picked up your duffle bag and dabbled in small conversations with the other dancers.

“You should go talk to her,” a voice none other than Mark’s whispered into Jeno’s ear.

Jeno did not move his gaze from the curl of your lips and the crinkle in your eyes as you laughed at something Yuta had told you.

“What would I even say?”

Mark huffed, “I don’t know dude! All the stuff you gushed to me about? She’s a great dancer, she has a nice smile, she has some amazing legs--ow!”

Jeno brought down his hands from Mark’s shoulder where he smacked him. “I never said that,” Jeno hissed.

“Anyone that knows you would know that you were thinking it,” Mark said, a sly grin on his face.

“I regret ever trusting you.” Jeno was starting to regret many things today.

A shocked gasp escaped from Jeno’s mouth as he realized the same thing Mark was.

“Shit, dude, she’s walking this way you need to say something.”

The only thing Jeno could feel at the moment were Mark’s excited taps on his back and the beating of his heart as you slowly inched closer. No, he could not talk to you. He knew that the only things that would probably come out where nervous groans and stuttered “i love you”s.

“Hey, Jeno, right?” You said, smile engulfing you face.

Jeno aggressively questioned the universe as to why it wanted him to die today of all days. SMTown was just in a few weeks but in the next day Jeno was going to be lying six feet under with an enormous “Death By Crush” tombstone at his head.

“Uh, yeah. Jeno. That’s me!” If only the ground could open up and swallow him whole. Mark’s giggling could be heard not far behind him.

“Good job today,” you frowned, “But I saw you made a few mistakes, which is very unlike you?”

Great, Jeno thought, now you probably thought that he was just some kid that never takes his job seriously. Maybe you would choose to never talk to him again. Oh God, or maybe you would spread how “that one Jeno guy sucks at dancing” to the other breakup dancers and then eventually the word would make it up to Lee Soo Man and all the big choreographers and he would be put in the back during every performance. Unlikely, but in his head anything was possible.

“Well, I didn’t get much sleep last night...been a little out of it since I woke up.” The fact that Jeno did not get much sleep was true, but that was routine. Honestly, he could get two hours and bounce back as soon as he ate breakfast. Jeno mentally applauded himself for pulling an excuse out of his ass so quickly.

Your hand seemed to float as you rested it on Jeno’s shoulder.

“Make sure to get some good rest tonight then.” Your voice was laced with worry as you looked directly into his eyes.

An angel. You were an angel.

Jeno watched you walk out of the practice room hesitantly as the rest of the backup dancers called to you to join them.

“That’s a wife,” Mark, who Jeno barely even remembered was there, said.

“Believe me, I wish.”

A week before SMTown and Jeno and the rest of NCT Dream had just finished practice together. Jeno hummed as he walked through the doors of the SM Cafe, the rest of the Dream unit zooming past him to order snacks. He zoned in a couple of cupcakes on display that his diet strictly banned as he waited in line, Chenle already at the very front.

“Oh, Y/N! I didn’t know you had a shift today?” Mark’s conversation faded into Jeno’s thoughts, and suddenly the cupcakes were not as interesting as the person working at the cashier. Jeno lifted his eyes from the desserts, and sure enough, there you were in all your glory. He could already feel the dopamine running through him as your head tilted like that of a confused puppy.

“I thought I told you that during our last rehearsal?” Your voice sounded sweeter than that of the cupcakes and Jeno felt like it was not normal how hyper fixated he got on it whenever you spoke.

“Anyway,” Mark avoided clearing the confusion, “the water is all I want.” Mark turned and winked towards Jeno to where only he could see.

“Jeno, it’s your turn!”

And suddenly Mark was gone Jeno was standing in front of you, the glass counter separating the two of you.

Jeno’s throat went dry and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Jeno! What do you want to order today?”

“Uhm,” Jeno urged himself on, he got the same order every time he came to the cafe, “Can I just get a lemonade?”

You hummed as you tapped the price of the drink into the cashier, “Okay, I’ll get you that in a bit.”

Jeno didn’t even like lemonade. He meant to get the apple juice, but the cursed drink was the first thing he saw when he directed his eyes towards the menu so “lemonade” was, unfortunately, what word had decided to form from his lips.

Your hair was tied back, revealing your neck, and Jeno found himself ogling at the way the skin on your nape folded as you bent to pour his drink. Jeno wanted to touch it, smell it, and maybe even kiss it if his heart would let him one day.

Then, you turned around, wretched drink in hand, and without notice your eyes were meeting his. Your stare was both parts intimidating and captivating, and it took your abrupt clearing of your throat to bring Jeno back into attention.

“Thanks, see you...during the concert.” He said, mid-transfer of the cup of lemonade from your hand to his. Jeno was proud of himself for not letting a single filler word slip into his speech.

Just as Jeno was about to turn around and finally let every nerve that he suppressed while in your presence out, you called out to him.

“Make sure to get some good sleep by then.” You smirked, punctuating the sentence with a wink.

Just because of that, Jeno knew an hour of sleep would be replaced with tossing and turning in bed thinking of that wink and irresistible smirk on your lips.

“I--uh, yeah. Of course.” There goes his no-fillers accomplishment. Not knowing what else to do, Jeno awkwardly nodded and waddled towards the table the rest of members. He could not register that the loud bickering between all six of them was about him until Jaemin had practically yanked him down into a seat next to him.

“You’re confessing to her next week.” He ordered, leaving no room for discussion.

Jeno’s eyes widened into large circles. “I’m what?”

Jisung rolled his eyes. “Y/N? You have a crush on her, and that’s exactly what you’re telling her next week when we see her at SMTown.”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on! How did you guys find out,” Jeno violently turned towards Mark who sat diagonally from him, “I swear to God if you told them I will pour Nair into your shampoo bottles.”

“I swear I didn’t,” Mark let himself loosen as he thought more on the threat, “And you wouldn’t, you know the company would murder you for that.”

Renjun’s voice cut through the air as he slammed his hands onto the table. “Shut up, Mark knew!?”

The whole cafe’s attention was directed to the seven boys crowded around the way too small table at the noise. Jeno bristled at all the possible ears listening in on their conversation. From the way a group of girls giggled and uttered several different variations of “cute,” fans were definitely watching as well.

Donghyuck laughed nervously as he turned around and addressed everyone with a mouthed “sorry” before proceeding to smack Renjun in the back of the head.

“Keep it down dimwit! We don’t want non-idols hearing this.” Donghyuck violently whispered.

Jeno slumped himself down into his chair as the rest of his members conversed as if he was not there to hear them discuss his love life.

Mark sighed, “Yes, Jeno told me one night. But, I’m sure he would have told you guys when he was ready.”

Jaemin smiled as he poked Jeno in the cheek. “And yeah, Mark didn’t tell us, so please spare his already dying hair. We sorta figured it out.”

Jisung hid his laughter behind the cookie he bit into. “You’re just that obvious.”

Jeno tried to hide the scowl making its way onto his face as Chenle continued the teasing further.

“I have no idea how we couldn’t tell any sooner.”

Donghyuck waved his hand in front of his face, signaling everyone to be quiet.

“Anyway, we have officially decided that you are going to confess to Y/N at SMTown.”

Splutters of confused protests left Jeno’s mouth until Mark raised an eyebrow at his antics.

“I get no say in this do I?” Jeno gave up, opting to drown his sorrows in disgusting lemonade.

A resounding “nope” was heard from all six of the members, a devilish grin littering each of their faces. Sometimes Jeno wished that he had never met the rest of NCT, and this was one of those times.

Screams and excited cheers filled the stadium as NCT were on standby for their special stage. Jeno went over the choreography, purposefully looking down at his feet to avoid the glares from the youngest unit that expected him to confess within the next five minutes. He had probably went over the same step sequence for the twentieth time before rough hands had grabbed both of his shoulders.

He was startled to see Doyoung’s encouraging smile barely inches away from his face.

“You know, we go up in a few minutes. You should probably go do what you need to do before you miss your chance.” Doyoung advised, looking in, to Jeno’s horror, your direction.

“What? How do you--”

“Chenle spilled the beans in the groupchat.”

Jeno fumed. “You mean in the groupchat? Like, the one with all eighteen of us?”

“Yeah,” Doyoung shrugged at the raw look of both confusion and horror that Jeno directed towards him, “Maybe if you didn’t put us on mute so much you would have known earlier.”

Taeil, who had been listening to the whole conversation, shoved Jeno towards you.

“Go get ‘em, tiger!”

Jeno counted to ten in his head as he tried to calm his nerves while simultaneously thinking of all the ways he could kill the rest of Dream without suspected homicide with him in question.

By the time Jeno had made it in front of you, he was oddly calm. He had accepted that if you were to reject him, he could just try to avoid you. SM Entertainment was big enough for him to manage. Also, NCT were supposed to go on stage in literally one minute, so he figured he could give the whole “hey, I like you” shabang and dip right after without having to deal with your answer.

So, Jeno took a deep breath.

“Y/N?”

You smiled, a question forming in your eyes.

“Yes?”

“Can I tell you something?”

You looked past Jeno, eyeing the stage manager that shot directions for everyone to get ready.

“I mean, sure? I’m not sure if you’ll have much time--”

“I like you.” Jeno cut you off, warily watching for your reaction.

You coughed, eyes wide open as you took in what Jeno had said.

“You what?”

Jeno stepped up closer to you. You could feel his minty breath fan out on his face as he began to speak again.

“I like you,” Jeno gulped down the butterflies that he had somehow been able to subdue for so long, “Like...a lot, actually.”

You listened to Jeno chuckle as he tried to fill the air with something other than just your silence. Jeno shifted, ready to trudge away in disappointment and plan his next week with movie nights with just him and tubs of ice cream, until you opened your mouth.

“Well, I mean--” Jeno realized this was the first time he witnessed your smooth-talking self stutter, “I...I like you too?”

Your confession came out in the form of a question, almost too low for Jeno to catch.

“Wait, pause. Did you just say what I think you said?” Jeno tried his best to push down the excited smile that forced it’s way onto his face. But as you could see, it failed as you watched his lips pull back and his nose crinkle in the way that you loved. And God, his eyes, the way they formed into those popular crescent moons of his that fans worldwide would not shut up about.

You could not stop the corners of your lips from pulling up, reflecting the way Jeno had confirmed his feelings for you earlier.

“I like you. Like, a lot, actually.”

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aaj mauka bhi hai, dastoor bhi hai, mood bhi hai, aur episode ka title bhi encouraging lag raha hai, toh here goes!

(chorni @rihanahere ko meri special waali hello. the hex of the day is that i hope that your favorite shoes are ruined! rot in peace, loser! mwah! 😚😚😚)

shivaay’s celebrating being back in his bedroom by doing his faaaaaaaavt thing.... 😏😏😏

no, not sexing up his wife. spending an inordinate amount of effort on his hair. 😐😐😐

this poor bedroom though. it’s never seen any sex in it. how many girls have come and gone; mallika was in his bed one night, tia used to regularly come hang out and give him massages, and now he’s been married for 18+ months; par majaaaal hai ki this man uses his bedroom for what it’s supposed to be used for. 😔😔😔😔😔

LMAO SHE JUST CAME AND FUCKING SHOVED HIM OUTTA THE WAY AND WAS LIKE “THIS MY BRUSH, BITCH” AND SNATCHED IT AWAY. oh man, how the mighty have fallen. 😂😂😂

oh snappppppppp, baalon ko insult. mehenga padega. 😬😬😬

yup. baagad billa is back to his old ways.

UGH LITERALLY ALL ANYONE WANTS FROM YOU TWO IS TO SEX. JUST DO IT OR GTFO MY SCREEN. 😤😤😤

ok fuck me, this smile got to me. fuckkkkk. i hate myself for still occassionally swooning for this garbage man. 😭😭😭

oh ho, kasme-vaade of “kabhiiiiii doooor nahi jayenge” are being given. should be fun when he decides fuck all that!!!! and fucking shoots her in the chest! 🙃🙃🙃

FUCKING YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS GET TO IT KIDS 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 *BOW CHICKA WOW WOW*

OMFG DADI FUCK YOU WHY AREN’T YOU FUCKING DEAD YET?!?!?!!?!? JUST LET THEM FUCK IN PEACE, LORD. 😡😡😡

lel, anika and her lame excuses. girl, just tell her that yeah you were about to make out with the hubs and could she piss off, please and thanks. 🙄🙄🙄

how many bloody khaandaani haars do these ppl have? ugh, rich ppl.

one: allllll of this jewelry is fug as hell and so not anika’s style. she’s gonna shove it in the back of a wardrobe the second she gets a chance. 🙄🙄🙄 two: don’t be playing sexy hawaa sounds and o jaana and all. i wanna see them make out against the wardrobe. don’t try to placate me with this pg 13 garbage. 😤😤😤

ok won’t deny, heart went little bit awwww at his soft and adoring stare (fuck my stupid heart. it’ll never learn. 😪😪😪)

also lol, body double alert! the one hugging dadi isn’t surbhi, whoever that is, has straight hair, while surbhi has curls in the scene. and whoever surbhi’s hugging has a ratchet-ass dadi wig on.

LMAO YUP, ANIKA GOT RID OF ALLLLLLL THE KHAANDAANI CRAP AND PUT ON HER FASHION STREET KE 100 RS WAALE JHUMKE AND CHOODIYAAN THE SECOND DADI TURNED HER BACK. 😆😆😆

wait, tia’s still pretending to be blind? how the f did she get the tapes to shivaay if she’s still keeping up this schtick? 🤔🤔🤔

also, someone please give navina more clothes? i feel like i’ve seen this skirt 3 times already in the last month. 😑😑😑

tia be barsaoing duas on her otp. oh tia baby. mat jao. the moment your back is turned he’s gonna try and kill her. (again.) 😫😫😫

at least take my girl with ya! 😣😣😣

LOL THIS NONSENSE BATWAARA WAALA LINE IS STILL HERE 😂😂😂

ok shivaay, there’s 10 million OTHER things that you’re ACTUALLY guilty of. how about you take accountability of those, instead of taking on random shit that you have nothing to do with. when i say it’s all or nothing with this man, it’s truly ALLL OR NOTHING. lord. 🙄🙄🙄

jfc, jhanvi. hadh hoti hai irritating hone ki. i liked you better when you were an alcoholic who didn’t give a fuck. 😒😒😒

i’m not really a fan of pinky when she gets all shouty like this, but mummeh be dropping 100% truth bombs today. 😌😌😌

lol shivaay be like FUCK THIS NOISE, I’M OUT!!!!! 😂😂😂

yeah the kadwaahat is BECAUSE you’re all living under one roof. that shit don’t work no more, son. get different houses and you’ll be able to stand each other. 😕😕😕

man i blame dadi for like 85% of shivaay’s fuckd-up-ness with her expectation on him to fix everything all the fucking time. first off, he is just ONE man, ffs. and he handles his brothers and their lives already. why not hold fucking tej and shakti accountable for SOMETHING??? 😡😡😡

LMAO THE THOUGHT OF SHIVAAY SITTING AND READING THE RAMCHARITRAMANAS IS MAKING ME LOL SO HARD. AS IF!!!! 😂😂😂

LOL LOOK AT HIS FACE, IT’S LITERALLY LIKE DADI SRSLY WTF AM I SUPP TO DO WITH THIS, DON’T YOU HAVE ANYTHING FROM THIS CENTURY TO HELP ME OUT????? LIKE SOMETHING PUBLISHED BY HBR? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

hahahahahahah shivaay being maryaada purshottom. sureeeeeeee. 😆😆😆😆😆

oh shit. bhaiyya be using his stern voice. omRu spring to feet immediately. 😐😐😐

haaaaye, om back in his half-ponytail look to commemorate DBO day. hottttttie. 😍😍😍

(he needs a haircut tho. the hair’s getting a little toooo long.)

LMAO WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MUSIC??????

man i hate the hindi version of this song so much. the telugu original is a fucking banger (it is my #1 all-time favt. telugu song. i don’t know/understand telugu, but phonetically know all the lyrics to this, and you best believe that i scream-sing them every time it comes on) and allu arjun, him of the rubber-band bones, killllllllllls it with his dance moves. fucking salman khan not only just took and ruined the song, BUT ALSO DISRESPECTS THE SHEER DANCABILITY OF IT, BY JUST STANDING THERE AND SHUFFLING HIS HANDS AROUND IN HIS POCKETS LIKE A FUCKING ROADSIDE PERVERT. 😒😒😒😒😒

sorry not sorry for the rant. this song just reaalllllllllllllly steams my clams. 😡😡😡

LOLOLOLOL OBROS DOING POCHAA. 😂😂😂

ugh fuck fucking bhavya. it’s like it’s july/aug ‘17 all over again and my hatred for her is alllllll back. SHE IS AS GHUSAAAYA HUA IN THIS SHOW AS THAT RAMCHARITRAMANAS INTO SHIVAAY’S HANDS. 😠😠😠

same, girl. #same.

lmaoooooo omRu’s reaction at jhanvi exhorting them to “ask” tej. inhone aaj tak kuch tej se poocha hai, jo aaj poochenge????

damnnnnnnn, every time om gets all righteously angry, i get sooooo hot for him. mmmhmmmm, yas honey, tell off your stupidass mom. 🤤🤤🤤

dude, nehalaxmi’s evil/reaction faces are the fucking best. these split second shots are giving me so much life, i can’t even.... 😍😍😍

matlab kaunse industrial waale paint se marble pe lakeer banaayi hui hai, be? kabse ghise jaa rahe hai aur jaaa hi nahi raha. 😐😐😐

ouff. finally done.

dat tadi waala pocha-throwing by all of them tho. 😎😎😎

haaaaaaye, my boys. bohut dino baad aisa feel aaya hai. 😭😭😭

oh god ab yeh kaun hai manhoos?

oh god shaadi ke card. fuck this nonsense shaadi. someone make this stupid rudra complete a bloody bachelor’s degree first!!!!!!!!! 😠😠😠

what? WHAT? why the face getting utraa hua?

OOOOOH, IT HAS TEJ’S NAME ON IT?

"ismein mistake hai. yeh invitation mere bhai ki taraf se jayega.”

yaaaaaaas son! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

om’s tiny approving smile tho. ouff, my heart. he’s looking too handsome today. that blue is realllllly working on him. 😍😍😍😍😍😍

OMG FUCKKKKK OFFFFFFF JHANVIIIIIII.

“kyun? jab baap ke saare farz bhai adaa kar raha hai, toh baap ki jagah bhai ka naam likhwaane se kya faraq padta hai?”

hahahahahahahahahaha om’s reaction at jhanvi’s “aur tumhaare papa ka kya? unki khushi koi maayne nahi rakhti??”

boy be rolling his eyes so hard, he practically saw into the past and the future simultaneously. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“mera IQ kam hai lekin ek baat main bhi jaanta hoon; ki sirf janam dene se koi baap nahi ban jaata.”

DAAAAAAAYUM CHILD! YOU TELL HER! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

lol fuck off tej no one wants you here. 🙄🙄🙄

these two be like yikessss what have we married into. 😬😬😬

bhavya, you still have the chance. gtfo while the door is still open.

OM’S TURN TO TALK. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! IT’S SMACKDOWNNNNNNNNN TIMEEEEEEEE, COZ MY BOIIIIII HERE IS SICK. AND. TIRED. OF HIS PARENTALS’ BS. TAKE IT AWAYYYYYY SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

shivaay be in the middle of this like

GOD SHIVAAY WHY ARE YOU FOREVER LOOKING TO REDEEM TEJ????? HE’S THE FUCKING WORST. HONESTLY. 😣😣😣

om’s reactions today are just A++++++ and i’ll have to gif alllll of them. 😂😂😂😂

no for real, my man, beat some sense into shivaay already. 🙄🙄🙄

wow, shivaay’s actually taking anika along on one of his little missions? 😯😯😯

anika’s nonsense overconfidence ever since she married into this fam the second time realllllly annoys me. like shivaay se bhi zyaada guroor she has these days. about what, god only knows. 😒😒😒

does it bother no one else how easily distracted shivaay gets when driving? like every single time i’ve seen this man drive, i’m constantly chanting EYES ON ROAD EYES ON ROAD EYES ON THE FUCKING ROAD 😫😫😫

UM SHIVAAY...? 😶😶😶

OH SHIT HE’S GONNA PULL A SALLU AND RUN HIM OVER! 😯😯😯

aaaaand.....

ok i’m actually more worried about the car ki haalat after 8 foot, 300 kilo of pure muscle-mass waala veer hit it, than veer’s wellbeing. 🙈🙈🙈

anika’s split second of pure rage waala look at shivaay tho. lolololol. it’s ~~screaming omfg why are you such a sociopath?!??! 😂😂😂

LMAO AFTER RUNNING HIM OVER, HE’S ASKING HIM “KAHIN LAGI TOH NAHI....? OMG VEER TUM MUMBAI MEIN? THAT’S GREAT!!!!!” AS IF BUTTER WOULDN’T MELT IN HIS MOUTH HAHAHAHA 😂😂😂😂

fuck, sometimes asshole!shivaay really has his moments. 😆😆😆

anika is like fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck this is nooooot goood

she’s right. because when this one makes ☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽 THIS ☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽 face, it’s never good.

(she should know. she’s seen him make it a lot AT HER.)

“mujhe yaqeen hai; humaari khaatirdaari kabhi bhool nahi payenge aap!”

i am kinda lovingggg seeing shivaay in his shark singh oberoi mode after a longgggggg time. 😈😈😈

lolololol.

anika, girl, do you not know your husband even a little bit????? 🙄🙄🙄

so happy that after FOR-EV-ERRRRRRRR, shivaay’s energies are being constructively put to use to fuck up someone who actually deserves it.

i think the last time i enjoyed so much was when he beat the everloving crap outta ranveer. remember that? like when gauri had to physically throw herself onto shivaay to stop him from killing ranveer? oh mannnn, that was the bestttttttttttt! *happily sighs* 😊😊😊

meanwhile veer here be like bitch i’m desi wolverine and these bones be reinforced with adamantium.

ohnoe. he’s completely ok. already! 😯😯😯

ok ngl i was a little charmed by veer’s wink. 😍😍😍 why can’t someone give this dude a role where he’s a good guy? he looks really cute with his irl wife, someone cast them together in something happy and fluffy!

oh ho shivaay ka overconfidence. bhaari padegaaaaa. like, literally. coz look at veer’s size. ouff yaaaaar. 😫😫😫

and ffs, could someone please update omru about this ASAP, so they know to come provide backup!!!!! 😣😣😣

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