#they are my bobos and I love them ok

[epyros-sacel-vanid]

Random thoughts that pop in my head

We've got the term himbo, we've got the term bimbo, and as far as I'm aware (and if I'm wrong please correct me because I'm dumb) himbos is for males and bimbos is for females... But is there any for non-binary people?

Like, I saw this post saying "Bimbos and himbos of the jury" and I couldn't help but picturing the scene in my head and one thing lead to the other so now I'm wondering what's the non-binary option for bimbo/himbo.

For now tho, I've decided that isnce I'm unaware of a better option, I shall call from now on bobos to all my non-binary pals who would be himbos or bimbos if they identifiead as binary

[accio-victuuri]

ONE NIGHT IN BEIJING & other sweets 🌃

when i first saw this song being discussed earlier, i was confused cause i don’t know what’s happening. lol. what’s with the song. i cannot trace where the screenshot is from but it says one of WYB’s favorite song is this, one night in beijing.

then a fan commented that XZ sang this in our song before ( not main performance ) and someone found a recording. did he discover the song because of that? was it on zz’s playlist at some point in the past and became his fave?

the song itself tho. very 👀👀👀

Don’t wish to ask where you have been

Don’t wish to wonder if you are ever returning

I’m thinking of your heart, I’m thinking of your face

I’m thinking of your embrace – I won’t let go, I just won’t

that’s just the first few lines and i’m here nodding my head that this fits his style of bittersweet song.

but this not even the interesting part….

Fans are thinking about how this relates to what’s been happening in the past few ways. The way we have speculated about 11/19 and WYB acting as the mystery driver again. Then him sharing a post on his weibo. One night in Beijing? Does he love that particular title cause it sometimes describes their meetings? They are often busy and one night is all they can get.

People are also pointing out the change in ZZ’s work schedule today. His LOCH sched starts early and ends in the evening or very late but the 5:30-6:00 AM call time for him is almost fixed. Yesterday, 11/22, WYB posts and we think they are together. What happens today? ZZ comes in “late” to work at 11:30 AM. So why the change? Was he spending time with Bobo? This reminds me of that time he was out of his schedule too when Bobo was sick.

A common argument from haters is how is a relationship between them possible. They are busy! Well.. this is how. since 2020, they have been meeting (allegedly) and even going to each other’s workplace ( allegedly lol repeating this to be safe ) It doesn’t matter how long, they make it work. You will always find time for the important people in your life.

Next, let’s move on to XZS post. On a Thursday. Also it perfectly coincides with their WB account reaching 10 million followers. The photos shared are behind the scenes content from ad shoots but the contrast of the photos stands out. Day & Night. The kadian they use, 14:23 loving zhan forever. Which goes to show that they do use it!

The caption gives us more insight on the choice of photos. Sun & Moon. Another symbolism that is popular with CPFs Sun/Sunshine & Moon.

“It is the perfect moment, just like when the gentle light meets the rising moon.”

I think the english translation doesn’t give that much deeper meaning that we clowns love. so we gotta take it to the next level 🙃🙃🙃

"Fuguang" and "Wangshu" are both important elements in Chinese culture. "Fuguang" comes from the works of Song poets in the Southern Dynasties, which means sunlight or sunlight."Wangshu" is a god in Chinese mythology and legend, representing the moon and can be used to describe moonlight'. The two can be combined to show that lovers support each other and move towards a bright future together.

This caption aligns to WYB posting a photo yesterday that shows the 🌙. So does this mean WYB is the Moon & ZZ is the Sun/light? I have to say that it fits with their personality ( tho Bobo is warm and ZZ has his moments of being cold too but you know what I mean, for symbolic purposes only ok. ) I am loving this imagery between them! I hope we can have more reference in the future.

I’m cackling at this tho. The progression of posts, WYB’s caption was a reminder that it’s getting colder > YBO reposts and says to wear warmer clothes > XZS posts and GG is wearing a cozy sweater 😂 As if saying that yep, he has worn warmer clothes. LOL.

and xzs and ybo are at it again, the photo ybo shared yesterday was showing wyb’s back and xzs shared something similar today as the last photo in the grid. i’m sure they have lots of photos that show his face or close ups of his body like his hand but they had to choose this as the finale.

i mean thank you, this will make it easier for us to edit them together 😂😂😂

Bonus, the “light” photos appear to form an 8 = bo. (p1) is a himalaya episode about the 8 of diamonds card forming an 8. What a coincidence!

-END.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

OK..U ASKED FOR IT. GIVE ME THE NARRATIVE SIGNIFICANCE OF BOBO EATING THE FUCKING HAIR STRAIGHTENER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but also I want to talk about the Ashe static electricity thing because I love that a lot I love that so very much and I need 2 know ur thought process on that bc it makes me so happy

HELLLOOOOO HELLO!!!! HI!! narrative significance of bobo eating the hair straightener. listen i am holding dakota cole in my hands and shaking him around. he gets hurt and he doesn't take care of it!!! he has fucking meltdowns and hurts himself and others during them without even fucking realizing what he's doing!!!! part of it is the autism for sure and part of it is just general "holy shit this is a teenager in situations he should not be in and is having a terrible time!!" and part of it is probably the demon he ate <3 all three of those things just pushed into the worst concoction of all time to make his brain the worst thing to live in sometimes!!!!

and bobo has seen dakota at his absolute worst. he's been there thru LITERALLY all of dakota's journey including the timeskip!!! he is a tiny little monkey and his lil brain doesn't understand everything but he is like dakota's service animal this is so fucking canon 2 me. if u hurt dakota cole i think bobo will Fucking Get You. even if ur an inanimate object. bobo helps w dakota's meltdowns (i like 2 think he wraps all eight of his weird little limbs around dakota's torso and squeezes. pressure stim!!!!! not restraining but comforting and grounding) and once dakota's calm then bobo immediately starts trying to fight whatever it is that hurt him. he's eating that fucking hair straightener until it learns to not hurt his dakota when he's holding it!!! (not understanding that dakota was losing it and probably grabbed the straightener--still plugged in bc theyre fucking stupid and dont UNPLUG THEIR SHIT IN THE BATHROOM!!--by the hot part and didnt even fucking notice until he yanked the cord out of the outlet and threw the straightener so hard it stuck in the wall). bobo is chewing on that thang so it cant hurt his dakota anymore!!! bobo number one dakota cole defender!!!!

ASHEEE MY FRIEND ASHE WINTERS <3 mark winters is a walking energy source!!! and idk how the fuck powers work in this universe like idk if they're hereditary or anything?? but i like 2 think ashe inherited justtttt the tiniest bit of it. barely any but enough that his hair stands on end when he's frustrated or angry (hence the beanie <3 he does not want 2 walk around looking like a porcupine and he also doesnt want 2 cut his hair so he keeps it down with a hat) and when he touches people it's like a 50% chance he'll accidentally give them a small static shock. he wears a lot of wool sweaters because he thinks its funny that it makes the static worse and he'll shock his dad as he passes him in the hallway. the static in the winters household is SO BAD!! doubly worse in the winter bc it's so dry!! they never take receipts when they shop because that shit will stick to their hands and it is impossible to throw them away because they just need to keep trying to peel the fucking paper off each other. mark sets up humidifiers in every single room to help kill some of the static. listening to the radio is hard sometimes because just the winters' presence fucks with the radio waves. even if mark's powers aren't hereditary or he got his powers after ashe was born, i still like to think they've effected ashe from living with his dad!! he'll leave the house with the hair on his arms standing on end and papers clinging to the back of his wool sweater and the first person he touches is getting shocked. sry this turned into a rant. i love u winters family <3

[crmsnmth]

On the Surface of Your Ocean

Let me swim within your eyes one more time for old time's sake I always wanted to dive to the very borrom of the pool but I cannot hold my breath that long So I'll settle for just treading water in your ocean

Let me catch your scent as I make my way home and I'll follow it, like the beckoning steam of a cooling cartoon pie I'll be the bobo floating back to your windowsill and you'll offer me coffee and you'll tell me your tales as if we never drifted away from each other And since there was only one life preserver left I'll let you have it and I'll slit my wrists again, but this time it'll work because sharks smell blood

Let me hear you sing along to the radio with lyrics only you know, but they work so well Your singing made it hard to listen to anything else and I think that's ok, but I can't be sure I'm not expert

Let me see you, across from me for the last time And this time, I'll keep my tears from dropping And I'll pretend, so I can play the role of not caring We both now I get empathy and apathy mised up So I'm not sure that's even close to what I wanted I apologize as legs began to lose there strength and water flows up my nose making me cough The boast drifted to far away, and it's not like we put the ladder down anyway

Let me hear you whisper you love me It's the last thing I want to hear before I die.

There are dorsal fins coming now. Took them long enough.

[findursoulmateorfindyourself]

I see you

Sitting stoned on my couch, with the blanket we were gifted yesterday and Marian protected so dearly, he was his gift for his new flat. It’s so cozy I’m so happy like wtf how do I deserve this.

I meet so many beautiful people everyday. I just came from the museum with Emily and Ellie

they have so much in commmin and we have so much in common within each other. Ellie and I are born on the exact same day same year, emily and Ellie both come from uk both have this love and desire for the east and get it other immediately. It’s all so smooth as if we were friends forever, we go to this exhibition

it’s so good it’s so full but it’s still so easy everyone is appreciative. Everyone is beautiful the art is so amazing her book is sold out for ages I guy three postcards I knew immediately which ones I wanted. It’s all intuitively. We share so many interests

I learn so much from you Emily your so wise. You inspire me to the max.! So I sit here writing down all the beautiful things I have witnessed today I had ah amazing breakfast with Marian after an amazing weekend with him it’s like we’re glued together hahahaha when u don’t see u enough I’m going crazy like when I was waiting for u in the park with my friends haha u know what I am talking about, yes the night before was indescribable it just all came together then we met Joshua again the second night he joined us later again like the first night to then go to the spontaneous second house party with us. Joshua who is actually my bzw. Marians neighbor hahahahahah se everyone is my neighbor literally. He is very good looking and has a beautiful special spirit he loves to go the movies and we talked about Saint Omer and Wolfpack. Then we danced and smiled at each other like we’ve been friends forever. It’s insane. everyone is sweet everyone is welcoming this cooooool photographer just welcones a big group of young bobo kids and allows them to use their space to just put up some techno and get naked and get into ahh group make out so sexyyyy everyone is just sex I dance with Marian pole dance I dance with myself I dance with Mattia mattia is doing the most insane stunts

I meet another guuy from ifm Fabio is so kind, Pierre is so sweet Joshua and I dance to turn me on from Kevin lyttle, Mattia is yelling I wear TuS beautiful latex tip from Marie and everyone loves it Vittoria is straight ok kian is a seeethrart in a bike who loves nosferatu, pascaline has a million wigs. They’re all Italians and then there is Andrea and the sweet boy from

ifm who introduce himself with is IG handle iconic ?!! I sit here and think about the art I just saw when I met emotion and Ellie

this artist RINEKE dijkstra made very sensitive comments or quotations of different aspects and perspectives on art and society. She manage to capture very honest but conscious relevant moments of society. The perception of these young children who not only think about art in a very elaborated and reflected way because it is about perspective and perception two things everyone learns at a very young age is it through sound distance falling standing up touching things tasting, testing out we all know what I am talking about now.

this is literally all it takes to understand art and then contextualize it. And here jr comes what do we need to cintextualize and he’s true knowledge deffo helps. But ahhhh chicken. Egg chicken eggg chili en egg. What is knowledge.

anwhoo Emily said: ah this could be art critical so it wasn’t even me and we agreed in that point.

so basically this children analyze in a very elaborated way how the origin of this painting could be laying at. They name very emotional intelligent options for where the well-being or not existing well-being/ crying of this women can be originated. It goes from trauma, financial suffering, violence, loss, abuse, spirits, souls and health. Money power, loneliness togetherness

to just the fact that Picasso might have been liking the colors or maybe also he just wanted to do sth different. It’s plane but it’s smart and it’s honest and it’s diverse.

They remainders me of how I would imagine a Greek discussion instead of their school uniforms they would wear those toras? Is that the name those beautifully draped clothes going to finish this now and show some pics because I could keep going for ages sorryyy

[designers-teaparty]

Nikki herself for the ask game (once again, the game is called love nikki because that's what we're supposed to do!)

And kimi too, don't think I forgot her girlfriend.

Starting of with the dress-up queen herself!! All under the cut bc long.

Nikki:

Sexuality Headcanon: Gosh, I wanna say somewhere in the AroAce spectra???? This is probably just me projecting LOL Maybe even demi since I do ship her with some people. Or she'd simply be in some queerplatonic relationships! Gender Headcanon: The fun thing about Nikki is that she can be anything you want!!!! So I think genderfluid would be fitting??? Primarily uses she/her pronouns (and maybe the occasional they/them) A ship I have with said character: Oh god. Who do not ship with her bhgbjkblahgjg Ok when it comes to Love Nikki, 100% Nikkimi, how could I not!! They are in Love, your honor. When it comes to Shining Nikki, I gotta say Nikki/Loen/Aeon is something I enjoy, they are just nice together :) A BROTP I have with said character: BOBO, my girl, my dear, they are besties and have regularly scheduled sleepovers and makeover sessions <3 Also Yexiao! A NOTP I have with said character: Uuuuuuuhhhhhh, Nidhogg??? Yeah probably, they don't seem shippable. Also Mercury.... Reid..... Yeah you get the gist. A random headcanon: Probably blew up the kitchen once during her food experiments LOL General Opinion over said character: Babygirl, baby, as you said, anon, the game is called Love Nikki, after all :)

Kimi:

Sexuality Headcanon: A whole lesbian. Gender Headcanon: Female. Cis? Trans? No one knows. A ship I have with said character: Nikkimi!!! As I already said in the above, they are in Love. A BROTP I have with said character: Joe Brownie, they may be business associates but they also have tes every friday evening after work. A NOTP I have with said character: shoving Reid down a flight of stairs right now. A random headcanon: Probably knows some kind of martial arts for self-defense :0 General Opinion over said character: Lesbian She's cool!! Strong, determined and a hard worker, takes nothing for granted, would have loved to be like her when I was her age,,,

[just-some-random-blogger]

“How many times is that today now?” She asks, gently tossing the phone to her as a missed call notification replaces the incoming call alert.

Mysaria hard carrying for aemond is still so girls girl of her. Bless her

She shrugs, not averting her gaze from the TV screen as a rerun of Come Dine with Me, that neither of them are particularly paying attention to, plays to itself. “Dunno. He’ll get the hint eventually.”

BUT IM SO PROUD OF HERRR!!!!! IM SO FUCKING HAPPY SHE ❌👅 ❌ IGNORED THAT RATTTTTTTT DESERRRVVVEEEEEEEEEEEE DESERVVEEEEEEE

It’s Sunday evening and she hasn’t spoken to Aemond since she woke up alone in his flat the previous morning, despite the fact he texts and calls her more times than she can count. She deletes the messages without reading them, and lets each of his calls go to voicemail. He’d made her feel cheap, used, put a price on her body, and she had no desire to ever speak to him again.

I LOVE THAT FOR YOUUUU

Mysaria sighs, flopping back against the sofa cushions. “Can I be a bitch for a second?” She asks, turning her head to face her. “You aren’t going to like it, but I think you need to hear it.”

Do it. My beloved girls girl. Even though I'm absolutely going to DESPISE LOATHE ABHOR EVERY MOMENT

“Why are you punishing him because you’ve caught feelings?”

DAMN. But 🤨 cos he deserves it??

Her annoyance bursts forth into anger as her brow furrows, her body language becoming squared and defensive. “I haven’t–”

YOU THINK YOU DONT LIKE HIM????? TANGA KA PALA EH BOBO NAKAKABWISIT KA TITI NG AMA MO ULOL GAGO HINAYUPAK

“Yes, you have,” Mysaria interrupts. “I get that he did a shitty thing by leaving you high and dry, but he clearly feels bad or he wouldn’t keep trying to reach you. Give the guy a chance to explain himself, if you don’t like what he has to say then break things off.”

No. I love you. Shut the fuck up. Ok maybe I'll do it but after I make him suffer a bit more

“Because I’m right,” Mysaria says smugly, leaning over to tap her on the nose. “You gonna call him back then?”

🙄 you are but I hate it shut the fuck up I won't call him. EW

“Erm…so it’s not pizza…” Mysaria says awkwardly as she re-enters the living room, a silver haired figure a good deal taller than her trailing behind her.

“You’ve not been returning my calls,” Aemond says flatly.

Aemond nods gratefully, taking the seat next to hear. “These are you for, by the way,” He tells her, handing her the flowers.

🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬YOU MUST THINK IM STUPID OF COURSE THEY'RE FOR ME IF THEY WERE FOR MYSARIA ID SKIN YOU ALIVE

“Listen, if the other night wasn’t good, or I hurt you–”

YOU KNOW HOW

LOUD

THE SOUND OF MY HAND SLAPPING ON MY MOUTH WAS??????

“Cheap? But I bank transferred you afterwards.”

IM SO FUCKING AGGRAVATED BY HIM WHAT THE FUCK GET THE FUCK OUT KF HERE YOU CHUFFER DALCOP 👺👺👺👺

“Yes!” She replies with exasperation. “You made me feel cheap, and used.”

LOUDER FOR THE BUFFOON IGNORAMUS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

See this why I hate rich people they're so disconnected to reality and they use theyre money like it could fix the world WHICH US COULD BUT YOU CIRCLE BACK TO HE FACT THEYRE SO FUCKING STUPID AND DISCONNECTED

“No funny business, I promise. We don’t have to sleep together again, but I’ve enjoyed having your company at family functions, it makes them more bearable. Please say you’ll consider it?”

No. Get out of my house. I can't possibly answer your life altering question right now the same moment

She’s not sure what prompts the words from her mouth, perhaps it’s the pleading look in Aemond’s eye, or the fact that she enjoys his company too, but she says them before she fully has a chance to think about them. “Okay, we’ll carry on as before.”

🫤 fucking imbecile

“I suppose that’s my cue to leave,” Aemond says softly. “I’ll text you, okay?”

Don't text me get the fuck out of my house

FASTER BUDGET MALFOY

.... Ok considering he's rich I don't think that's a good insult. ITS A GREAT INSULT

She nods, and they both stand, hovering near each other, both unsure of what would be an appropriate goodbye. Eventually Aemond leans in, kissing the corner of her mouth lightly before pulling back and exiting the flat. She holds her fingers against the area, still able to feel the press of his lips even after he’s departed.

SEE YOU DID IT AGAIN. I DID NOT CONSENT. YOURE SUCH A COLONIZER ALL YOU DO IS TAKE WHAT YOU WANT AND DONT THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ YOU THINK WITH YOUR DICK AND EVERYTHING IS A CASUALTY. YES IN A VILLAIN BUT YOURE A MAN. EVEN AT THE DATE YOU JUST PULLED HER CLOSE. YEAH IR WAS GREAT BUT FUCK YOU IT WOULD HAVE BEEN GREATER HAD YOU ASKKKKKKKEDDDDD

Yeah, I’m free :) xoxo

The only xo this man deserves is the xo in extermination.GET A GRIP GURL

Aegon merely holds up a hand by way of greeting, looking less than enthusiastic to be there, [...]

AEGON I TRUST YOU STEAL ME AWAY

“It would mean having to switch off their Playstation, so I very much doubt it,” Rhaenyra says with a roll of her eyes.

😬😬😬😬😬😬🤢🤢🤢🤢 PLAYSTATION SONS I HATE THAT FOR YOU RHAENYRA

“You’ll be okay for a moment won’t you, darling?” Aemond asks her.

🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 Im convinced this man is insane. SIR YOUVE MET YOUR FAMILY WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LEAVING ME THE FUCKKKKKK??????

Aegon has sidled up to her, beer in hand, a slight smirk on his face. “Having fun?”

NO 🤬. 💞💞💞💞💞 Aegonnnn 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 HI..PLS HELP ME.

“At least you’re getting paid to be here.”

“You play a convincing part,” He takes a swig from his bottle. “Too good to be acting, actually. You can’t fake how you look at my brother.”

Ok. I guess I can't trust you. Nah that's on me 💩💩💩 I knew men were shit and I still opened my heart to the possibility of them not being that

“Incestuous?” Aegon lets out a laugh that borders on being too unhinged to come from a place of genuine mirth, before taking another swig of his beer. “Yeah, yeah, it is.”

🤢🤢🤢🤢🤚🤚🤚 at least he's self aware

Wait I the part about the canon rhaenyra alicent event got eaten. I just wanted to say I get rhaenyra but she's being a petty cretin about it and as a petty cretin myself that is not the way to go.... Or maybe it is.... IDK THIS FAMILY NEEDS THERAPY but we all already knew that

Luke smirks, elbowing Aemond. “He should be careful, almost had your other eye out.”

Rhaenyra your demon spawn needs a leash what the fuck is that. Go aemond BEAT HIS ASS

She buries her hands into the softness of his hair as he latches his mouth against her, bringing her to quick release with harsh strokes of his tongue. Every thought of what they’d discussed on Sunday evening leaves her mind as he pushes her back against the mattress, the force of his thrusts inside of her causing her toes to curl and her eyes to roll back, until he eventually collapses against her with a grunt, the faint pulsation of him inside of her signifying he’s reached his end.

Annnnddd now we're fucking 🫤 it be like that I guess. Go give us nothing queen

“Your mattress is fucking terrible,” Aemond grouses sleepily, pulling her tighter against him. “It feels like I’ve slept on a pile of loose change.”

❓❓❓❓❓❓ Then leave❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ sleep in your own bed❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ buy better sheets❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ buy a better bed❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ I mean money fixes everything right❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓

He clears his throat, setting down his own knife and fork, before slowly wiping his mouth on a napkin. “I can’t do that,” He says quietly.

This is your cue to throw him out the window btw

Aemond reaches across the table, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re perfect,” He reassures her. “But I’m not, and I don’t do relationships. My circumstances are too complicated, I’d end up hurting you, and that’s the very last thing I want to do.”

GIRL HE SAID IT HIMSELF. RUN.

RUN

RUN 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨💨💨💨💨

“Can you…can you just go, please?” She whispers, unable to look at him.

FINALLY SOEM FUCKIGN SENSE

Only after she hears the front door click closed, and the feel of his lips have faded from her skin, does she allow herself to fall apart. Hot tears cascade down her cheeks, as she feels the presence that has taken up so much of her life leave behind a gaping void in its wake.

😔😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔 ok I still feel for you tho. Ngl he had us in the first half. He had good dick game but not good enough. SOO LA VOO

Who Taught You How to Love Like That? - Chapter Four

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female character (third person) Warnings: Sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics. Smut. Oral (f receiving). Angst. Word count: ~3.5k

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Chapter summary: An understanding is reached and Aegon dishes family dirt at a BBQ.

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Her phone vibrates on the coffee table, the buzzing causing it to move dangerously close to the edge. Quick as a flash, Mysaria lunges forward from the sofa to catch it before it topples to the floor, smirking when she sees the name that’s flashing up on the screen.

“How many times is that today now?” She asks, gently tossing the phone to her as a missed call notification replaces the incoming call alert.

She shrugs, not averting her gaze from the TV screen as a rerun of Come Dine with Me, that neither of them are particularly paying attention to, plays to itself. “Dunno. He’ll get the hint eventually.”

It’s Sunday evening and she hasn’t spoken to Aemond since she woke up alone in his flat the previous morning, despite the fact he texts and calls her more times than she can count. She deletes the messages without reading them, and lets each of his calls go to voicemail. He’d made her feel cheap, used, put a price on her body, and she had no desire to ever speak to him again.

Mysaria sighs, flopping back against the sofa cushions. “Can I be a bitch for a second?” She asks, turning her head to face her. “You aren’t going to like it, but I think you need to hear it.”

She leans her head back, eyes flitting to meet her flatmate’s, already feeling a prickle of annoyance heat her skin, but decides to let her say her piece. “Go on then.”

“Why are you punishing him because you’ve caught feelings?”

Her annoyance bursts forth into anger as her brow furrows, her body language becoming squared and defensive. “I haven’t–”

“Yes, you have,” Mysaria interrupts. “I get that he did a shitty thing by leaving you high and dry, but he clearly feels bad or he wouldn’t keep trying to reach you. Give the guy a chance to explain himself, if you don’t like what he has to say then break things off.”

She scoffs in frustration, turning back towards the TV and rolling her eyes. “You are so bloody annoying!”

“Because I’m right,” Mysaria says smugly, leaning over to tap her on the nose. “You gonna call him back then?”

She chews her lip absentmindedly, turning her phone around in her hands. She supposes it wouldn’t hurt to reach out to him, if only to ask how to return the five grand he’d transferred to her.

The buzzer to the flat startles her out of her train of thought and Mysaria peels herself off of the sofa with a groan of “Finally! I’m bloody starving!”

Pizza first, then she’ll call him. She’s definitely not putting it off, she reasons with herself, she just doesn’t want her food to go cold.

“Erm…so it’s not pizza…” Mysaria says awkwardly as she re-enters the living room, a silver haired figure a good deal taller than her trailing behind her.

Dread gnaws at her stomach as she takes in the sight of Aemond, hair thrown back in a bun, dressed in a tight black henley and fitted black jeans, holding the largest bouquet of lilies and roses she’s ever seen before. Even when she’s angry with him he still manages to look absolutely breathtaking, and it irritates her.

“I’ll just…uh…” Mysaria makes a gesture towards her bedroom, and quickly makes herself scarce.

Lucky bitch.

“You’ve not been returning my calls,” Aemond says flatly.

“No…” She responds quietly, feeling the warmth of embarrassment spread through her, as she plucks nervously at the legs of her jogging bottoms. He’s never seen her not put together, and she loathes that she feels shame for her appearance, when she hasn’t done anything wrong. Him seeing her with messy hair, an oversized t-shirt and threadbare joggers makes her feel weak and vulnerable in his presence.

“Or replying to my texts.”

“I know.”

“Listen, if the other night wasn’t good, or I hurt you–”

“Why don’t you sit down?” She interjects, suddenly realising how absurd he looks, stood in the middle of the living room, dwarfing everything around him with his obscenely large bunch of flowers.

Aemond nods gratefully, taking the seat next to hear. “These are you for, by the way,” He tells her, handing her the flowers.

She hums a quiet thanks, immediately overwhelmed by the sweetness of their aroma, and places them on the coffee table, knowing she’ll need no distractions if she’s to say what she needs to say.

“The other night was great, really great, actually,” She begins. “But you just left the next morning without a word, and that really upset me.”

“You were upset because I left?” He asks, sounding almost surprised.

“Yes!” She replies with exasperation. “You made me feel cheap, and used.”

“Cheap? But I bank transferred you afterwards.”

“Jesus, Aemond! I’m not a prostitute!” She throws up her hands angrily, gesticulating her point.

He swallows thickly, clearly considering his next words carefully. “I know you said you’ve never done anything like this before, but neither have I, and I made a mistake. My grandfather called me into the office early on Saturday morning. You looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry that my carelessness has hurt you, but I am keen to continue our arrangement.”

It all seems so simple when he words it like that. She could easily have reached out to question his actions, but she’d allowed her emotions to guide her and now feels foolish because of it. When she says nothing, Aemond presses on. 

“No funny business, I promise. We don’t have to sleep together again, but I’ve enjoyed having your company at family functions, it makes them more bearable. Please say you’ll consider it?”

She’s not sure what prompts the words from her mouth, perhaps it’s the pleading look in Aemond’s eye, or the fact that she enjoys his company too, but she says them before she fully has a chance to think about them. “Okay, we’ll carry on as before.”

“Thank you,” He says earnestly.

The buzzer sounding again prevents him from saying anything else, as Mysaria hurries from her room towards the door, in pursuit of her pizza delivery.

“I suppose that’s my cue to leave,” Aemond says softly. “I’ll text you, okay?”

She nods, and they both stand, hovering near each other, both unsure of what would be an appropriate goodbye. Eventually Aemond leans in, kissing the corner of her mouth lightly before pulling back and exiting the flat. She holds her fingers against the area, still able to feel the press of his lips even after he’s departed.

It takes three days for Aemond to message her again, and in that time it feels as though she could crawl out of her own skin with the apprehension that his silence brings. Had he changed his mind, decided her withdrawing contact over an honest mistake was too much to deal with? It fills her with a nervous energy that makes the days unbearable.

The relief she feels when he finally deigns to reach out is borderline humiliating.

Not sure if you remember my half sister, Rhaenyra, but she is having a BBQ on Saturday. Are you free?

I remember. Are you sure you want to go after what happened on your mum’s birthday? Xoxo

My mother will never let me hear the end of it if I don’t go. Will you come with me?

Yeah, I’m free :) xoxo

When Saturday finally rolls around, she keeps her hair and make-up simple, wearing a floral sundress and strappy sandals, but immediately feels underdressed as she recognises the house they pull up outside of as being the one they’d been to for Jace and Baela’s engagement party.

She has little time to dwell on her appearance though, as Aemond ushers her through the expanse of the house and out into the back garden. A sprawling, lush green lawn that could be considered more of a field due to its size plays host to various members of the Targaryen and Hightower families, as the smell of barbecued meat lingers on the breeze.

Aemond leads her around, his hand glued to the small of her back, so she can say polite hellos to everyone. Alicent and Criston greet her with warm hugs and kisses to both cheeks, Helaena does the same, while standing with Baela and Rhaena, the two girls offer a quick “hello” in sing-song unity. Aegon merely holds up a hand by way of greeting, looking less than enthusiastic to be there, and Otto says a polite “good to see you both”. The rest of the family’s greetings are a little more frosty, with Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke and Joffrey giving curt nods of acknowledgement, while Daemon is too preoccupied with the barbecue to notice they’ve even arrived.

“Viserys and Aegon not joining us?” Alicent asks Rhaenyra softly.

“It would mean having to switch off their Playstation, so I very much doubt it,” Rhaenyra says with a roll of her eyes.

The tension is palpable, but her nerves subside slightly when she sees a Rhodesian ridgeback galloping around the garden, with a copper coloured dachshund hot on its heels.

“Oh cute!” She says, turning to Aemond. “Could you not have brought Vhagar?”

“No,” He sighs. “She doesn’t get along with Syrax and Caraxes, so I’ve left her with the dog sitter.”

She gratefully accepts a glass of Pimm’s that’s offered to her by Otto, before he tells Aemond he needs a word.

“You’ll be okay for a moment won’t you, darling?” Aemond asks her.

The pet name causes her breath to catch in her throat and she merely nods, not trusting herself to speak. As they walk away together, she wanders over to a corner of the large garden, pretending to examine an ornate sundial to keep herself busy, when she feels a presence beside her.

Aegon has sidled up to her, beer in hand, a slight smirk on his face. “Having fun?”

“About as much as you are, by the looks of things,” She replies with a tight smile.

“At least you’re getting paid to be here.”

Her eyes go wide, her chest tightening as she realises he knows.

Aegon chuckles. “Ah, you didn’t think I knew? It’s fine, who do you think showed him the app?”

“O-oh…” is all she’s able to stammer, feeling too shocked to say anything else.

“You play a convincing part,” He takes a swig from his bottle. “Too good to be acting, actually. You can’t fake how you look at my brother.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She snaps, feeling the familiar heat of embarrassment tingle at her flesh.

Aegon snorts derisively. “Look, take it from me, don’t get attached. My brother is the last person you want to get involved with. This whole family is a fucking car crash.”

She sips anxiously at her drink, nodding slightly. “I’d noticed none of you seem to get along that well.”

“That is the fucking understatement of the century. Has Aemond told you much about us?”

“Nothing substantial.”

“Allow me to fill you in,” He gestures discreetly towards Alicent. “My mother used to be best friends with my half-sister, they went to school together. My grandfather and my father were business partners, tri-owners of multiple companies alongside Daemon. When my father’s wife, Rhaenyra’s mother, passed away suddenly, my mother started dating my father.”

“Jesus…” She mutters under her breath.

“Oh, it gets worse!” He says with a leer. “See, Rhaenyra wasn’t happy that her best friend had shacked up with her dad. I mean, who would be? She was even more pissed off when the three of us came along, as it meant she was no longer an only child. She started sleeping around to get back at my father, that’s how she ended up with those three.”

Aegon nods towards where Jace, Luke and Joffrey all stand.

“What about her other two children, Aegon and Viserys?”

“Those are the kids she’s had with Daemon. They got married shortly before my father passed away. Mum thinks she did it just to strengthen her claim of the assets, as Daemon’s a partner in the business and Dad didn’t bother to leave a will. Everything Mum has ever tried to claim for us she’s contested.”

“So that’s what all that talk of Dragonstone Cottage was about at your Mum’s birthday?”

“Yeah, ‘Nyra’s sneaky way of trying to hoard assets for her brood.”

“How do Baela and Rhaena fit into all of this?”

“They’re Daemon’s children from a previous marriage.”

“But Baela is engaged to Jace, isn’t that a bit…” She trails off, not knowing the exact word she wants to use.

“Incestuous?” Aegon lets out a laugh that borders on being too unhinged to come from a place of genuine mirth, before taking another swig of his beer. “Yeah, yeah, it is.”

“So what does this have to do with Aemond? Why should I not get involved?”

Aegon rounds on her. “Has he ever told you about, y’know…” He taps his eye.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Hmmm. Probably best to leave that to him to explain then.”

Their attention is pulled away by the sound of a fork being tapped against the side of a glass. She turns to see Daemon standing at the head of the garden. “Just wanted to thank you all for joining us today”, He says as everyone gathers closer, herself and Aegon included. “I think such an occasion is cause for celebration.” He brandishes a bottle of champagne, before popping the cork, a few that are stood closest step back out of its line of fire.

Luke smirks, elbowing Aemond. “He should be careful, almost had your other eye out.”

It happens so suddenly it seems like a blur, but Aemond has Luke by the collar and Aegon is rushing forward to tackle Jace away. Punches are thrown from both sides, until the ensuing scuffle is broken apart by Daemon and Otto.

Aemond’s eye is wild as he approaches her, his breathing ragged, and his usually immaculately styled hair tousled. “Come on, we’re leaving,” He grits out.

She has to hurry to keep up with his long strides through the house and to the car, and they drive in silence, Aemond’s knuckles blanched with the force of the grip he has on the steering wheel.

She drums her fingers anxiously against her thighs, not quite knowing what to say, but it is Aemond who eventually breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” He says quietly. “It was a bad idea for us to go today.”

“What was that all about?” She asks as gently as she can. “What got you so heated?”

Aemond sighs heavily, keeping his focus on the road ahead, and for a moment she doesn’t think he will answer her.

“Luke’s the reason I lost my eye,” He admits. “His little comment today got to me, and I lashed out.”

“What happened?” She turns slightly in the passenger seat to face him.

“It’s stupid really, an irresponsible rich family allowing their kids to roam the woods with Airsoft guns. The official story is that it was an accident, but accidents don’t happen at point blank range, accidents aren’t something you never apologise for.”

“Jesus, Aemond, I’m so sorry.” Her heart aches for him, having to play happy families with someone who has maimed him

“It is what it is,” He says with a slight shrug. “Makes being around them harder than it already is though. Thank you for being there with me today.”

“That’s alright,” She fidgets nervously with the hem of her dress as they pull up outside her block of flats. “Do you want to come inside for a bit? You shouldn’t be alone when you’re feeling like this.”

No funny business.

Her heart races as Aemond’s hands disappear up her skirt, reappearing with her underwear grasped in his fingers, dragging them down her legs.

We don’t have to sleep together again.

She buries her hands into the softness of his hair as he latches his mouth against her, bringing her to quick release with harsh strokes of his tongue. Every thought of what they’d discussed on Sunday evening leaves her mind as he pushes her back against the mattress, the force of his thrusts inside of her causing her toes to curl and her eyes to roll back, until he eventually collapses against her with a grunt, the faint pulsation of him inside of her signifying he’s reached his end.

They fall asleep, curled around each other in her tiny double bed and she’s pleased to see he’s still there when she awakens the following morning.

“Your mattress is fucking terrible,” Aemond grouses sleepily, pulling her tighter against him. “It feels like I’ve slept on a pile of loose change.”

She giggles, nuzzling into his neck.

They spend most mornings like that, over the coming weeks. Aemond becomes a frequent presence in the little flat. Her feet stay planted in his lap while they watch TV after work in the evenings, before he fucks her into the mattress like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Their mornings are lazy and indulgent, spent slowly exploring every inch of each other, before they part ways to go to work, only to do it all over again in the evening.

She buys a dog bed, which takes up half the floor space in her bedroom. Aemond raises an eyebrow at this.

“Vhagar’s quite fussy about where she sleeps,” He tells her, only to watch in disbelief as the elderly doberman circles several times on it, before settling down to nap. “I stand corrected.”

Their presence in her life becomes larger as time goes on, and it’s difficult not to feel that it is more than it is, but she is constantly reminded of the transactional nature with every shopping trip on Oxford Street, every visit to Champney’s Spa, each time he hands her his credit card.

The thought occurs to her that perhaps she ought to broach the topic of what they are, how their relationship is developing, but each time she decides against it, too afraid he’ll say something she doesn’t want to hear.

Mysaria smiles as she sees them snuggled together in front of the TV, when she comes home. “You’re here so often, we’ll have to start charging you rent,” She says playfully.

Aemond pulls out his phone, bringing up his banking app. “How much?” He asks, deadly serious.

“Aemond, she was joking!” She laughs, swatting his arm playfully.

It’s been a slow Saturday morning, almost midday and she sits at the kitchen table, a satisfied ache between her legs, as she sips at a coffee while Aemond plates up eggs benedict for them both. One of the things that surprises her most about him is that he’s able to cook, and he does it well.

She eyes him carefully as she pokes at her breakfast, unable to shift the feeling of how his fingers dug into her flesh, how he gazed at her so reverently, his lips featherlight against her throat just an hour before.

His money, his lavish lifestyle, she wants none of it. She just wants him, so she decides that this time she’ll be brave and shoot her shot before she has the opportunity to second guess herself.

Carefully, she sets down her cutlery and rests her chin against her hand. “So I’ve been thinking…about us.”

Aemond pauses, fixing her with his right eye.

Nerves flutter in her belly at his silence, but she continues anyway. “What we have, let’s make a proper go of it? I don’t care about your money, Aemond, I just want to be with you.”

He clears his throat, setting down his own knife and fork, before slowly wiping his mouth on a napkin. “I can’t do that,” He says quietly.

She is immediately struck by the hollowness in her chest, sucking in a harsh breath to ground herself against the lump forming in her throat.

Aemond reaches across the table, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re perfect,” He reassures her. “But I’m not, and I don’t do relationships. My circumstances are too complicated, I’d end up hurting you, and that’s the very last thing I want to do.”

She can’t argue with him, he’s being so bloody nice about it, and Aegon had warned her of this. She wants to scream at him, to cry, to tell him it isn’t fair, but it’s her that has asked for this, and at least he’s being honest with her, even if the truth does make her feel like her chest is being crushed under a vast weight. “I understand,” She chokes out.

“I’m sorry,” He says sadly, genuinely.

“Can you…can you just go, please?” She whispers, unable to look at him.

He nods, standing and presses a gentle kiss to her temple before leaving.

Only after she hears the front door click closed, and the feel of his lips have faded from her skin, does she allow herself to fall apart. Hot tears cascade down her cheeks, as she feels the presence that has taken up so much of her life leave behind a gaping void in its wake.

[acadlovebot]

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Here’s to the sweetest, my number one, my one and only, my bestest friend, my loveliest boyfriend, my valentine baby, Happy Sweet Seventeen, Adek sayaaaaang! ♥︎

It’s time to be thankful for everything you have until this time and thank you yaa Adek sayang for being born, for surviving, for breathing still, for being kind, for always giving yourself a try and a chance to be better. Thank you for being you. If only you know that your presence means a lot to me, so I’d still be thanks to you for entering my life and crossing the path with me. I hope you know that you’re the one I adore the most, and I love you so much.

Cyee… pacarnya aku udah 17 tahun! Udah bisa bikin KTP sama bikin SIM sayang, apa rasanya udah bisa hidup 17 tahun? Capek banget yah? Tugas sekolahnya banyak yaa sayang? Gapapa… kalo kata Maddy di Euphoria “It’s Just The Beginning.” nanti kalo udah masuk kuliah lebih susah lagi dan lebih susah lagi tapi gapapa kita harus tetep hidup jadi manusia normal ;( pacarku udah keren banget sayangku pinter sekali aku bangga sekaliiiii. <3

Oke mari kita awali dulu dengan wish sejuta umat yaitu, semoga panjang umur dan sehat selalu… semoga pacarku bisa kerjain tugas-tugasnya yang banyak banget, semoga pacarku mamnya besok 3x sehari terus semoga pacarku dapet temen yang baik-baik sama dia soalnya dia baik sekalii gaboleh ada yang jahatin pacarku ini kiciw lucu imut, semoga pacarku bobo bantalnya dingin semuaaa, semoga setiap hari rasanya hari minggu tapi harus tetep produktif! Semoga pacarku bisa makan-makanan enak setiap hari yang dia sukaa, semoga pas mandi rasanya seger terussss, semoga nilai akhirnya bagus, semoga masuk PTN yang kamu mauuu, Aamiin!!! There are so much things I want to say here but I find it hard to make it into words to describe them. Tapi kamu harus tetep ingat kalo aku sayang banget sama kamu, and it’s getting bigger everyday. Remember that you’re not alone and everyone loves you.

I know life sometimes didn’t work out as we wished to but I’m beyond proud of you because you always have a way to get through it all, I’m so proud of you, for every little things you do, even a simply you just being you, I’m beyond proud of you and I wish everyone to know that “my man have worked so hard and I’m proud of him.”

Camat tujuh belas tahun, sayangku, cintakuuuu! <3

[hardsandwichtrash]

SANA INIINTINDI DIN AKO UMIINTINDI!

4/14/2023

Ngayon, habang pauwi ako galing school, napa isip-isip ako, tungkol sa mga bagay na gusto kong gawin after school,, pero sabay kong naisip den na diko pwedeng gawin yon dahil may pamilya akong need uwian agad, di ako pwede mag gala at gawin ang gusto ko like the others... And it make me sad, but naiintindihan ko yun at ok lang naman para saken, so para ma bawas bawasan naman yung lungkot ko, bumili ako ng miryenda sa bayan, at ayun pag uwe ko na lungkot ulet ako dahil I see my friends playing basketball,, niyaya nila ako, and then diko alam ang sasagot ko, dahil sabe ng puso ko, GO LANG! MASAYA KA JAN DIBA? Pero ang sabe ng utak ko WAG BOBO KABA, DIKA PA PAYAGAN NG ASAWA MO AT MARAMI KAPANG GAGAWIN!!... So nanalo ang utak, I know na bawal and kahit sobrang gusto ko di pwede, kaya ayun dire diretso ako sa bahay and pagod sa sobrang traffic na byahe. Nag miryenda kame, ang dame kong naiisip ng time nayon, about sa ganon paden,, sa mga bagay na gusto kong gawin na diko magawa,, so ayun kumain kame at nag yaya c jes mag grocery, and ang sinagot ko is bukas nalang dahil pagod talaga ako, but pag taas namin, minasama nya pala yun,, like what the heck??? Di nya naintindihan na pagod ako talaga this time and yung lungkot ko mas pinagod pa lalo ang katawan ko... Bakit ganun Lord?? Ang unfair naman ng buhay, ewan ko bat pinapa feel nya saken na parang wala akong silbe, kanina umaga naman nag hugas ako bote jaeda, nag ligpit tae ng pusa sa cr, binantayan c jaeda, I prepare for breakfast, I cook them ulam... Pero bat ganon, bakit nya lageng pinapa feel na ganto ako, para akong walang kwenta at silbi... Lord buti sya na enjoy nya pagka dalaga nya eh,, tapos na sya sa stage ko na nag adventure sa buhay ang hanap ngayon edad.... Bakit ganun never nyako maintindihan kahit yung basketball once a week lang hinihiling ko? Lord..... She's my parter, akala ko sya nakaka intindi saken, pero Lord hindi eh,, alam moba yon Lord na fefeel ko? D naman ako nag rereklamo sa responsibilities ko, but I am just hoping na naiintindihan nyako dahil sa edad kong to, nag hahanap ako ng adventure, pero I isang tabi kona Lord yung adventure nayan, kahit gusto ko gumala or rides or pumunta sa kaybigan, diko gagawin dahil alam ko responsibility ko.. But kahit yung once a week basketball lang Lord. Kahit ayun lang, pero never nyako maintindihan Lord... And kahit yung sa mga bagay na halimbawa, hindi pako nakaka tiklop, grabe sya magalit saken,, pero sya? Halos 1 linggo na ang tiklupin nya, wala sya naririnig saken,, pero pag ako? Grabe talaga... Kahit gawin ko lahat ngayon dito Lord, mag laba, sampay, tiklop, linis,, walang effect Lord,, di nya ako pa payagan sa paalam kong mag basketball or rides... It's just I don't know Lord what to feel... Alam mo Jes kung pwede lang sana mag jump sa pagka 29 den kaseng edad mo para parehas na tau ng pag iisip eh,, Jes alam mo sana all na enjoy ang pagka bata...

Never akong nag sisi Jes sa kung anong meron tau now, pero nakaka lungkot lang talaga na dimoko maintindihan,

Lord tulungan nyo naman ako, lungkot na lungkot nako at depress, dikona po talaga alam nararamdaman ko... I love you so much Lord, Jes, and Jaeda.. Papakatatag ako para sa inyo... Pero Lord kung sakaling mapagod ako? Ano po kaya mangyayari?

Magiging ayos den ang lahat soon 🙏

[idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff]

I need to tell you this story

So I was a baby, and I do not remember any of this

I had a cat named BoBo (Short for Boris) who died a while ago but still holds a place in my heart

Anyways, so APPARENTLY when I was a baby and me, my mom, and my brother were living in an apartment, on the very bottom and apparently we were the only ones with a small yard

My cat is a very sociable cat, and also an excellent hunter (he would bring home mice, moles, birds snakes, apparently he brought home a bunny that was bigger than him and my mom was pretty sure that it was someone's pet rabbit)

Now, normally he gets along with other cats, but our upstairs neighbors (who loved BoBo btw) decided to get a cat on their own, but my cat did NOT like that cat

They never fought or anything, but they did not like each other, they would like hiss and growl at each other, but most of the time left each other alone

In front of our apartment complex is a wall of just blackberry bushes, and in front of that was another apartment complex filled with hippys

There were these rabbits that weren't really tamed as house pets, but weren't really wild either if that makes sense

Anyways, one of these rabbits somehow got over the wall of blackberry bushes and into my yard

And BoBo being... BoBo, he tried to eat the bunny, but this bunny wasn't even SCARED, he did not give a single shit, and apparently was like that towards the cat I mentioned earlier too, and was even aggressive towards them

This scared the living shit put of both of these cats, and mind you my cat does not get scared easily, he could be face to face with death themself and not give a hoot

But this little bunny scared these cats so much that that one day my mom came home to my cat and the cat he didn't like, huddling together on the staircase while the bunny was just looking up at them

My cat and the other cat set aside their grievances because they were so scared of this bunny 🤣

Anyways, it was getting colder outside and my mom was worried about the bunny not being able to eat (and also because it was scaring BoBo) that she called the humain society and asked them to help with the bunny

They said they would try to get the bunny but if they couldn't they couldn't

They tried

It didn't work

They gave my mom a trap, it was a cage where she had to put food like vegetables and stuff in the back and once the bunny got to the food it would set off the spring trap and shut the cage close without hurting the bunny

My mom set up the trap and just waited for it to work, she heard commotion going on outside and thought yes, it worked!

She went outside to find out that not only was the rabbit standing RIGHT next to the cage, my cat, my damn cat, was in the cage

My poor mom was like "Why did you even go in there??? You don't even like Vegetables???"

So yeah, later the bunny went back to the hippys apartments, and BoBo and the other cat finally got along because trauma bonding ig

Ok, that's it, bye my hatters 🤗!

[nikki-loves-ya]

Protect Lunar squad

Yes this is how I’m going to cope

[drwcn]

ok but for fem!wwx au does lan zhan believe the rumours? and if so what does that mean for the whole 'i birthed him with my own body!' cause lan zhan did the maths and was like 'no it was just the once and this child is too old' but if he thinks he was just one in a line does he go back to bm after nightless city to rescue a kid he thinks is wei ying's but with another man? does he spend the three years in seclusion cursing every jin whose name he remembers as cowards only to step out, take one look at sizhui, and have an 'oh. i know why wei ying was so determined to save wen qionglin' moment???

Answer:�� Haha, nah, Lan Wangji was fairly sure Sizhui wasn’t Wei Ying’s, for several reasons. One, Wen Yuan was born before the wen remnants even went to the Burial Mount. Lan Wangji saw the small child amongst the escape party that rainy night at the  concentration camp. Also, Wen Ning was several years younger than them, which would make it kind of weird if he were the dad. Before Wen Ning became the Ghost General, everyone just knew him as Wen Qing’s kid brother.  Lan Wangji, however, absolutely believed Jiang Yan to be Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian’s child even before Wei Wuxian was resurrected... 

《the midnight sun》 — 

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midnight sun [snippet 7]

When Yan’er turned ten, Jiang Cheng decided it was time for her to accompany him to Cultivation Conferences. Most sect heirs began their training this way; Jiang Cheng still remembered his first time, trailing nervously in Jiang Fengmian’s wake. 

Heiresses, in comparison, were few and far between. Even head disciples were rarely girls. Jiang Wanyin had no children. His head disciple was his heiress, and his heiress was Jiang Yueqian (江月千). 

长烟一空 - when the smoke clears; 皓月千里 - the moon casts a thousand miles of light 浮光跃金 - which dances upon the water, golden 静影沉壁 - the shadow of the moon itself like jade underwater*

A jade underwater indeed.

“Shifu.”

Speaking of the devil, here she comes, walking measuredly down the long stairs of Jinlintai towards Jiang Cheng, the epitome of an obedient, filial disciple. It had only been a day and Jiang Yan already had the world fooled. Only Jiang Cheng knew how impossibly obstinate and utterly uncontrollable she was when her mind was fixed.

"Ah, Jiang-zongzhu, this is..." Spotting her, Lan Xichen glanced beyond his shoulder, the question dangling in the sentence he did not deem necessary to finish.

Unbeknownst to Lan Xichen, the child that made her way over was his niece by blood. Jiang Cheng was acutely aware that Yan'er actually resembled Lan Wangji a great deal, and despite having weighed the risks and gains against each other repeatedly before deciding to bring Jiang Yan along, now he was no longer so certain in his calculations. Lan Xichen was not a simple peasant; what if he detected a trace or a hint of her heritage between the furrow of her brows or the curve of her eyes? What if...

Jiang Cheng turned, raising an arm towards Jiang Yan, an introduction ready, but whatever words he had prepared in advance died on on his tongue when he laid eyes on the girl. Suddenly, he was no longer worried that others would suspect her to be Lan Wangji's child.

There was a red ribbon in her hair.

Yan'er stopped at a polite distance from the two older men and bowed in perfect form.

Jiang Cheng's heart stuttered violently in his chest at the sight of that red ribbon falling sideway over her small shoulder. If souls could travel, his would have left him in an instant. He stood in disincorporated panic, wrestling with the nauseating sensation of being ripped from his reality and tossed so far into the distant past that he felt whole again.

"Shifu, Lan-zongzhu." Yan'er greeted.

Shifu. Lan-zongzhu. In another world, another life, she would not need to be so formal. She could easily bound up to them, carefree, cooing jiujiu and bobo and ask to be bailed out from whatever trouble she caused.

Instead, he was only her shifu, and Lan Xichen, a stranger in her life. It would be laughable, if fate had not dealt them each such a wretched hand.

Jiang Cheng stepped towards her. “Where did you get this?” 

Jiang Yan looked up in surprise, her hand reaching up and making an aborted motion to touch the red ribbon in her hair.

“Qin-shenshen gave it to me. Is it not nice?” 

Qin Su. Jiang swallowed down a sigh of relief. Earlier, the Jin servants had sent word that Jin-fu'ren had baked treats for Jin Ling, and the boy had wasted no time dragging his favourite person - his Yan'er jiejie - to his aunt's place with him. Clearly, Qin Su had seized the opportunity to dote on the girl in place of the daughter she never had. Qin Su meant well. She couldn't have known. She's never even met Wei Wuxian.

In this state, Jiang Cheng could barely bring himself to look at his disciple, but he forced himself nonetheless to kneel and tuck an errant strand of baby hair behind her ear. “Very pretty.” 

Yan'er smiled.

Jiang Cheng could cry.

They'd been lucky thus far. Yunmeng's Jiang-xiao-guniang was born a taciturn girl who did not like to smile or laugh, not even when she was expected to for polite society. Whether she was happy or sad, one would be hard pressed to tell. Only in front of her master Jiang Cheng or her Jin Ling-didi did she elect to reveal the full expanse of her emotions. Yet, whenever Jiang Cheng bore witness to that smile as warm and incandescent as sunlight, he could not help but shudder somewhere deep. Recalling the radiant days of years gone by, he could still see - every time he closed his eyes - his er-shijie smiling at him in the very same fashion.

Aiyo, Jiang Cheng ~

So...they'd been very lucky thus far, that Yan'er was not so like her mother in that way, not so free and generous with her smiles. Or else this devastating secret —Wei Wuxian's only wish — would not be able to withstand the test of time.

"Very pretty, Yan'er." He reaffirmed. "Did you thank Jin-furen?"

"I did."

Jiang Cheng stood and turned back to face Lan Xichen, and realized they were being joined by two others: Lan Qiren and Lan Wangji. The latter of two stared directly down at Jiang Yan, visibly stricken and unblinking, as though he'd just seen a ghost. After all, he had often been on the receiving end of that signature smile once upon a time. It was probably not a smile he'd ever expected to see again in this life.

In hindsight, perhaps Jiang Cheng should have made Yan'er wear her uniform like all the other disciples instead of her favourite indigo robes.

“Ah, Wangji, shufu -” Lan Xichen was quick to react, sensing animosity brewing in the disquiet that stretched taut between his younger brother and his fellow sect master. "Jiang-zongzhu, perhaps you would introduce us?"

The First Jade smiled kindly down at Yan'er. She returned his kindness with a polite nod.

Lan Wangji finally dragged his gaze up to meet Jiang Cheng's, a rarity since their violent parting at Nevernight. The venerated Hanguang-jun had developed a habit of pretending that Jiang Wanyin of Lotus Pier did not exist at all. He probably preferred, dreamed of it even, if Jiang Cheng had been one to fall of the cliff that day. He probably hated himself for not shoving him into the molten abyss when he could to avenge the love of his life.

Love. What did Lan Wangji know of love? Jiang Cheng sneered inwardly. One did not compromise one's love and abandon her, ill and with child, to bleed out alone in a cave tainted by demonic spirits.

One did not watch idly as one's love and her people are reduced to ashes for the power and greed of men either....

Jiang Cheng buried the offending thought, too familiar with Wen Qing's ghost that still haunted him in his moments of weakness. Without breaking gaze, he laid a hand on the crown of Jiang Yan's head and said, "This is my first disciple, Jiang Yan, Jiang Yueqian."

"Yueqian greets Zewu-jun, Lan-lao-xiansheng, Hanguang-jun."

Jiang Cheng watched as the icy fire within Lan Wangji's eyes flicker, fizzle, and extinguish entirely. Jiang Cheng's vague silence had allowed him the space to make his assumptions, and he had assumed the most insane explanation.

Is it so difficult for you, wondered Jiang Cheng. To believe that she could be yours? So impossible, that you would choose to doubt Wei Wuxian instead?

Fine.

Hanguang-jun. The venerated Second Jade of Gusu. That's all you'll ever be. Yan'er will never call you Father.

Jiang Cheng decided he had spent enough time today making nice. "Zewu-jun, it's getting late. If nothing else, I will be taking my leave. The conference continues tomorrow. I will see you then. Yan'er, come."

Yan'er bowed again to the senior cultivators, perfectly well-mannered. A dash of surprise crossed those bright eyes, however, when Jiang Cheng took her hand to lead her away. She followed wordlessly, trusting him, and did not look back once at the Lans she left behind.

Now that Yan'er was out in society, there would surely be rumours. No matter. Rumours were nothing Jiang Wanyin could not withstand. How ironic, indeed, that this was to be his lot in life.

For the first time, Jiang Cheng felt he could understand his father.

Note:

The poem is from the Song dynasty, by poet 范仲淹 from his work 《岳阳楼记》

Jiang Cheng of course is also working off a lot of assumptions about Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's relationship. He has his reasons for hating and blaming Lan Wangji, but not all the blame is deserved.

[teamfreewill2pointo]

Transcript of End of the Road Special

Transcript of End of the Road Special. 

Please let me know if I made any errors in transcription. Twitter version Family Don’t End with Blood Transcription Winchester Mythology Transcription

Dabb: Ultimately, we came up with something that we're all very proud of Singer: You never know what the audience is going to like so we really tried to say "what would make us happy? Would we be satisfied with where we've taken them?"

The Carry On song was a guideline.

Singer: The myth of what these brothers were throughout 15 years... We didn't shy away from fatalism, but we wanted to be able to have it be kinda uplifting as well.

Dabb: If you're going to do something that feels like a complete arc, you have to kinda go back to the beginning of it (clips of them hunting vamps from s1 & 15.20) When it comes to Sam & Dean- it's all about getting back to, in some ways, these two guys on the road in this car.

Dabb: They've been doing this job for 15 years now. They've fought everyone from demons to vampires to God himself, but at the end of the day, they're still working guys, out there on the road & taking cases. We've tried to never lose sight of that.

Dabb: There are times when we've been wrapped up in our own mythology a little bit. We've always tried to get back to the basics, which are: these two guys, saving people, hunting things. 

Eugenie: I think we sort of knew generally what the ending would involve.

Eugenie: We might not have known the mechanics, but we sort of knew there would be a victorious, glorious sacrificial ending bc I think sacrifice is a big theme in the series.

For every great thing you do, a cost must be paid.

Singer: Andrew & I talked about it. We were in agreement pretty quickly... talked to the rest of the writing staff & let them know what we wanted to do and we were open to suggestions. And then we pretty much pitched it to Jared and Jensen.

Jensen talks about flying to LA. Jensen: So before we ever even started 15, we knew how the last portion of the story was going to go. We didn't know how we were going to get there, but we kinda knew the final- the finish line- we knew what... what that was going to look like.

Jared: I don't think there's ever been a season of SPN in 15 years where the way the writers thought the show would play out for that season- ended up being the way it played out And so we were aware of that. They told us here's what we're thinking, here's what happens to Castiel

Jared: In the finale, Dean dies & Sam lives on. And then we think they're going to meet up in heaven. 

I remember Jensen... just because I know him so well- he seemed to bristle a little bit.

Jensen: It was hard to hear then & it was hard to read now. Not because I didn't like it, not because I wished it had gone differently... I'm not adverse to it. I think it's a great ending. I'm proud to film it.

Singer: And we just aimed for that, you know, throughout the season. We knew where we were going.

Jensen: Reading it & knowing that... there's just a weight that is so much larger reading these scripts than I've ever experienced before. 

There's an emotional weight that these scripts are going to carry & these episodes are going to have that I don't think we've ever seen before.

Brad: [J2] were so young when all of this started. They brought to it such conviction & such commitment to the effort. 

That's one of the things that kept the show going for so many years... a show that was designed for very young guys, footloose & fancy free, & on the road…

Brad: To see these guys grow up b4 your eyes into- men, not boys any longer- was amazing. 

BABY Jared: Though the story does involve Sam & Dean chasing supernatural things, it really is a story about two brothers that love each other & ultimately will do anything for each other.

Jensen: There's really one person that gets it on the level that I get it, and that's Jared. Jared: I've never spent as much time with another human being as I have with Jensen Ackles. He will be my friend and brother forever. And I know that.

BABY Jensen: There's a lot of dynamics between the two brothers, there's a lot of history between them, there's a lot of banter between them... it's good stuff S15 Jensen: We had a partner in crime & we leaned on each other for, you know, for times when it was tough.

Jensen: But we also won together. We got to share the experience of success & the experience of getting picked up for another season. Watching these two characters go through what they're going through, when we're working 14 hours & it's 2-3 o’clock on a Sat morning and we're just now finishing filming out in the rain and mud and we gotta race to the airport to get on a plane because we've got a photoshoot in LA & we've gotta do on camera interviews and we gotta promote the show that we love so much that we were just in the mud & the rain filming hours before we're exhausted and it's like there's only one person that gets that right now. That gets how I feel and that's this guy standing next to me. That's pretty cool. That's pretty cool to have somebody like that.

Brad: We knew it was going to be impossible to tie up every aspect of all of the cans of worms that we opened up. 

We did want to bring a proper ending to the guys, the guy's relationship.

Brad: Then of course we had this huge corner we painted ourselves into with the most powerful thing in the universe being the big bad of the season. We try and find a proper send off for Jack & for Cas. What to do w/ the boys & is that a together farewell or an individual?

It was just... lots of moving parts. 

Dabb: I give a lot of credit to Bobo who really was the one who started banging the drum early & often to ending the mythology in 19 and end the characters in 20.

Brad: You're battling God & battling God & you have this epic situation going on through the first 3/4 of the show & then what? You send off Dean in act 4? That just felt wrong. Eugenie: We had this obligation, it was really mandatory, that we tie up the mythic narrative and leave the final episode for the emotional resolution. I [was] more on the side of not wanting to best God. To have God change to be more like his creations. So there were philosophical arguments, but we always knew God's resolution was going to be a big ticket item.

Jensen: We'd started day 1 of the 2nd to last episode, 19. We were 1 day down on that episode & we were just about to start our 2nd day & we got the call that morning that we were not going to be coming in that day.

Jensen: So we figured ok, we'll figure out protocol, figure out what we need to do, & we'll just regroup, come back on Monday. As that day progressed, it was like- this looks like more of an apocalypse that is ascending upon us than just a bad cold.

They pulled the plug & they said everybody go home. 

Singer: Fortunately, we got assurance from both the studio & the network that one way or another we were gonna finish the series. That was comforting to us, but we didn't know when we were going to go back.

Eugenie: We didn't know what we were going back to... if this was the last time we would ever see the set. There was no plan. It was just get out of dodge. Dabb: When it first happened, we thought it would be a couple of weeks, maybe a month.

I had conversations w/WB where they expected everyone to be back shooting in June & then things got worse & pushed & pushed.

Eugenie: Slowly as we settled into that 4 or 5 month period, discussions were going on w/the studio, & the networks, & the actors. We knew there would be restrictions on what we were allowed to shoot, but finally, the mechanics were figured out. 

Singer: So they were ready to go pretty quickly, shooting in Van, where covid wasn't quite as virulent as it was [in LA].

Dabb: We were one of the first shows, one of the first WB shows to start back up. So in a way, we were kinda a guinea pig. But, in being that, I think everyone took it really seriously. We had 0 positive tests. Crew members weren't going out on the weekends.

They were like look, if I get sick, it hurts the whole show. That speaks to the family culture up there, where we've had so much of our crew for so long. Where J2 & Singer provide such great leadership.

Singer: When I was in prep for 20, I was basically in the office but couldn't go to the set. It was very odd for me not to be able to go to the set while I was in prep. 

Everybody just hung in there & did what they were supposed to do.

Brad: Then we were faced with the dilemma of having to rewrite a lot of the stuff bc of the pandemic bc of the limitations that we knew were going to come on the production.

Jensen: We were gearing up for, not only the end of that season, but the end of the series. There was a lot of big, big things written-packed- into those last two scripts.

Jared: At first, it was supposed to be a lot of our old cast from prior seasons in a Roadhouse with Kansas.

Everybody had already agreed. Kansas was going to be in Van. We were going to have dad there & mom there. Just probably 20 or 30 different actors & actresses who had been a part of the SPN's canon over the last 15 & a half years.

Jensen: It was scheduled to be the last day that we were going to film, so it was almost like rolling right into a nice wrap party on camera. 

Brad: The idea of flying a boatload of ppl up there to quarantine for 2 weeks so they could shoot for a day was making less & less sense.

Eugenie: How do we make this work? And while you're doing that, you also don't want to sacrifice the heart and soul of the project. 

So we came up with a reduced, much more intimate ending. It has been replaced by something equally magical & rewarding.

Singer: I felt an enormous responsibility in directing the finale of a show that's been on for 15 years. Andrew, when he saw the cut, he said some really nice things to me as to, you know, the way I handled the material.

Jensen: The scenes that were filmed on our last day on the sound stages were filled with the most emotion of the final episode. 

Singer: One of the really hard things was we're on another stage that wasn't the MoL stage & they started wrecking the MoL sets

They'd been working on this set and been apart of this- this family for just as long if not longer than the set's been around. I was like "it's really sad seeing this get taken down" and the other guy said, "I'm trying to hold back tears while I'm swinging this hammer."

Jared: As we start saying goodbye to characters, to locations, like it just seems like every day you would wake up and there would be some reason to cry. 

Misha: This is a show ultimately about love, & empathy, & caring, & I think that Castiel embodies that.

Misha: Half the crew was crying. It was really such a sweet, supporting environment to be in for the demise of a character that, of course, for me is really important. 

But it was so lovely to see that, you know, the folks that I'm- I'm working with were also there for Cas at that moment. 

Alex: To get to work with these caliber people & see your friends every day is really special & is not something that often happens in this business for this long. It's been definitely a topsy turvy last couple weeks here with us and the crew. 

Jared: Friday of the final full week was the big scene in the barn with the vampires where Dean suffers his fate. They did the first two days with the entire stunt team & the young boy actors. 

And then they cut it for Thursday night and they're like, okay, Friday, tomorrow, we’re starting the dialogue. Dean, you're on the post. Sam, you just cut off the last vampire's head.

That was the scene- that was where Supernatural was really encapsulated. 

Jensen: And then the next week we kind of had this- on the road encore get together filmmaking scenario that felt more like we made it & it was more pats on the back as opposed to tearful goodbyes. 

Dabb: In a weird way you can look at the 15 seasons is like Sam & Dean's emotional evolution. You know instead of therapy, they kill vampires, but other than that it's kind of the same & brings them both to a very good place. And a place where they can, as the song says, you know, lay their weary head to rest. 

This felt like the most honest & emotionally fulfilling episode for these characters to us. Jared: I got thinking about how Supernatural started & how the majority of times how I thought it should end. It started with Sam & Dean Winchester. I think it's proper that it ended with Sam & Dean Winchester together again. 

Jensen: When the cameras stop rolling & Bob yelled, “Cut!” and Bob yelled, “That’s a series wrap on Supernatural.” There was- a there was a loud cheer that echoed through that canyon we were filming in. I will- I will happily say that there were hugs that happened and that needed to happen. Those are people that I spent not just years with, but so much time with- it's like brothers in arms and so to put it to bed the way that we did felt really good and then felt good to hug some people, I'll tell you that much. Singer: I thanked everyone, but I wanted to really thank people who had been with us from the beginning and as I looked around, there were so many people who had been there from the beginning.

We really were a family. I always say about this show is one of the reasons that it was a success and is that it was not only about the Winchester family, but it was about the Supernatural family. 

Jared: So now that's all said and done, I guess I can look back at it and just be proud that I helped this show carry on and I'm really proud of the blood, sweat, and tears that I put in, and I feel like- I feel like that sacrifice was also maybe one of the things I learned from Sam, you know? Sam had to sacrifice a lot. So, I'm honored and flattered and grateful that I got to be a part of that journey.

Dabb: You're never going to have another show like this. You're never gonna have another experience like this. For a lot of different reasons, from how long it ran, from the family that the show became, from the amazing fans that we have. [Footage of us] From the emotional investment people can put in over 15 years of their lives. 

Some started watching this when they were in high school, when they were 15, they're 30 now, they might have kids. That's their- that's like half their life. They've been with this show. You're not gonna have that again. Shows just aren’t gonna run this long, especially genre shows, but I don't know that I'm ever gonna do anything else in my career that I'm gonna be more proud of than having been involved in this show. 

Jared: The things that stick out are just how important it is to keep putting one foot in front of the other. And keep on working and wake up every day and treat it like it could be your last and- and if you make it out the other side, you'll be happy and proud of what you did. 

Jensen: The crew had packed up, they had cleared the bridge, and they were all starting to, you know, load their trucks and get moving. And Jared and I just kind of hung back, and we just took a moment. I looked at him and I said, “I’m proud of us, man. I'm proud of what we've done.”

We know that that's the collective we, that is everyone that is involved, that is- you know from the top down. You know, for our portion, for what we contributed to this monster of the show, he and I reflected on that, and still able to see and smell the roses.

[soulless-strangers]

Regressor Kuroo hc

From my foster care au

🐱❤️🔬🧪

-they and their brother are both regressors ((Kagami Taiga from KNB))

-they both have cat stuffies that their adoptive dads gave to them before moving to Tokyo

-theirs is a black plush cat called Kitty

-nonverbal, will not speak and you cant make them

-also uses all pronouns but mostly they/them

-is definitely more likely to use she/her pronouns when little than when big

-Kenma is caregiver, Akaashi and Yaku are back up/ uncles

-is completely blind in their right eye

-must have their eye scars hidden when little, will cry non stop until someone fixes their fringe

-constantly putting their fingers in their mouth, Kenma buys them a purple paw print paci

-low key didn’t like that Kuroo would just grab his hand and start biting his fingers but didn’t want to tell them off ((even tho it HURT))

-likes purple and red clothes the most

-super sensitive to texture

-physical can not mask when little, all of their autistic traits are on full display

-lots and lots of stimming

-despite being the older sibling, regresses WAY younger than Kagami

-probably like 0-3

-humming is about the only noise they will make

-unless they are in more of a kitty headspace then they have a ‘meow’ tic but that’s it

-like I said gets stuck in tic loops with Ushijima and his ‘moo’ tic

-loves to sit in Kenmas lap and have cuddles

-little friends are mainly just little Lev and little Bokuto

-doesn’t really trust anyone else

-that’s a lie, gets on ‘ok’ with little Terushima and big bro Daishou ((the only time they get on with him lol))

-but still v reserved around both of them

-loves being called pretty, easiest way to their heart is to call them a pretty baby

-is partly why they like little Bo so much

-has only regressed with their brother a few times, Kagami gets VERY protective

-lots of glaring at Kenma, poor Kenma

-Their main form of stimming is shaking their open hands from side to side

-another one is flicking their cheek to make a raindrop noise

-is really good at it despite being kinda uncoordinated when little

-Bokuto calls himself ‘BoBo’ and plays the big brother roll most of the time

-is one of the only people that can pick up and carry Kuroo around

-“c’mon Ku’o. BoBo gonna help ya find our papas.” And just picks them up

-them and little Lev have a lot of play dates together as well

-it’s not uncommon for Kenma and Yaku to find them curled up asleep with each other

-because Lev is taller they try to cover Kuroo with their legs and arms to make them feel safe enough to sleep without Kenma around

-it works

-kitty space Kuroo will just knock over random things and then sprint away, poorly contained giggles and all

-also likes to sneak up behind their brother and just... jump on him

-almost always takes poor Kagami to the ground

-kitty Kuroo can fall asleep anywhere

-totally hissed at puppy Kyotani at camp once ((kyo barked at them first it totally wasn’t their fault Kenma!))

-actually hates milk, apple juice only

-their wardrobe is chaos, with femme, masc and little clothes never being sorted correctly

-gets upset if they can’t find their little overalls tho

-“Kuroo I told you, you need to sort this stuff and then you’ll be able to find it... is this a sandwich?”

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Picture it: reader is doing her make up (the whole beat) one of the guys is staring genuinely intrigued how it works and she asks “wanna help me?” Who is hilariously awful at it? Who is surprisingly good at it? Who is window shut downing at the array of brushes? Who UNO reverses and says “practice on me”

omg this is so fun!! I fucking love makeup so lets do this!!

Leo

Ok so you’re at the powder stage of makeup

and Leo is watching intently as you look into the mirror and brush all over your face

“you gonna lie there or do you want to help me?”

he accepts this challenge

he’s really hesitant and light handedly brushes more powder over your face

the one thing he does know about makeup is blush 

and he applies this very liberally to you

you kind of look like a clown, and it’s all over your face 

he knows he’s messed up

but powers through

oh god, he remembers seeing you contour your face but he doesn’t know what’s too much

he won’t even try with mascara, too afraid if getting it in your eyes

you look in the mirror and you kind of resemble bobo the sad clown

“so, how did I do?” but he knows he did not do well

there’s no highlight, lipstick, blending or mascara....you look a mess and he knows it

you respond by taking a makeup wipe and rubbing it all over your face

Raph

Your morning routine normally involves Raph sitting and adoringly watching you do your makeup

“wanna help out?”

you hand him a brush and he’s more than ready

this boy watches makeup tutorials with you almost every night

still asks a lot of questions 

“should I be using a brush for this or is a blender thing better?”

you’ve taught him well

he’s not the best at contouring, but he gets the job done

understanding facial structure is a weak point of his, so it’s a little sloppy but not so much that someone would clock you for it

he matches you lip colour to your eyes!

like he goes with neutral tones and a nude lip!

the boy knows what he’s doing!

attempts eyeliner but they’re defo sisters not twins

but it’s such a good effort

you tell him “clearly you’ve been paying attention!”

he’s so proud of himself

like it’s a look you  could actually wear out

he steps back and admires his work

“Nikkie tutorials would be proud, I think”

you agree

Mikey

so you’re almost done with makeup

just need to line your lips and fill them in

and Mikey is watching with wide eyed fascination 

“can I do that?”

you decide this could be fun ad hand him the lip liner

which he takes straight to under your eyes and draws little hearts on the rounds of your cheeks

they’re actually very good

it’s quite an e-girl look

he adds more blush inside them to make it stand out

he got some big ass fingers tho so it’s a little clumsy

eventually he gets to your lips

but not before placing a little kiss on them first, for good luck

he overlines them a little too much for your liking but it could work

and the lipstick colour is a little off but it’s bold, y’know?

“ok, now it’s my turn!”

uno reverse (as you put it!) 

he has such big ole cheeks that contouring is a little difficult but you make it work

and you do eyeliner, obvs

oh he has such pretty eyelashes and it’s so nice to see them with mascara 

he looks in the mirror and check himself out

“I would make a hot girl”

you agree

Donnie

Oh Donnie

the one thing he knows nothing about is makeup

so when you decide it would be fun for him to do yours

big panic™️

he knows you wear foundation

so he kind of smears it on your face and when you laugh he already knows he’s doing it wrong

but then he gives into the wrong

gives you a little eyeliner moustache and monocle 

uses lipstick as blush

“ok ok ok, your turn!” you finally cry when he gets out eyelash curls (something you do not trust him with)

he’s hesitant but lets you

you go light, just some blush and mascara 

maybe some highlight and lip gloss

he kind of likes it but that’s the massive fucking sub in him coming out

“my cheekbones are glowing, darling!”

ok he’s a bit too into it

you buy him some liquid highlighter for christmas and he loves it

doesn’t give a shit what Raph says, he thinks he looks pretty!

and that’s all that matters

*the* most glamorous vigilante in New York from that point on

[norahastuff]

Why do I love Cas’ arc but am so profoundly frustrated with it at the same time? Well from my understanding, for Cas’ arc, there was a 3 pronged resolution that needed to happen - that the show had set up to happen:

1) Cas’ guilt over all the damage he’d inflicted on heaven 

It’s been a running theme for years that all the angels hated him and felt like he had destroyed heaven and had abandoned them, not to mention all the rumours that flew around about his relationship with Dean (that they perhaps knew each other in the biblical sense - that’s barely even subtext, it’s just what all the angels and demons assumed.) That’s not something Cas every wanted, to be hated by his own kind, but I think what truly shook him to his core was his conversation with Naomi in 13x19 (a phenomenal scene by the way, maybe my favourite of the entire season) where he discovered that there were just nine angels left in heaven. Cas was devastated, and from that moment on it was clear that whatever else happened, Cas would have to play some role in restoring heaven. 

Now technically he did get to do that. That’s something right? Yeah sure...a 10 year arc that’s always been one of the primary conflicts for Cas as a character, that’s driven so much of his story, affected his relationships with Sam and Dean in very significant ways, a conflict that was very clearly being set up to be resolved as part of Cas’ character arc in a very tangible way since 13x19, was wrapped up with a two word acknowledgement: 

“Cas helped.”

So yes, that part of his arc was addressed but it was so thoroughly unsatisfying and not given any sort of narrative weight, it almost feels insulting. Those two words are the only allusion to Cas having any kind of agency or being a real character that existed on this show for 12 years. He deserved more than those two words.

2) Cas understands the power of love

Oh boy this one. Well we all know about this one. Bobo did a phenomenal job with this. As did Meredith Glynn, it’s her and Bobo who have been setting this up since s14 at the latest (if we’re talking about when I think they started pushing for an explicitly textual love story) but in my estimation since s12. You can disagree with me if you like but I’m just going to yell “mixtape” at you and run away. Anyway I’ve rambled about this enough in the past so instead of writing another 600 words on it I’ll just link to the last time I did that. The main point is to look at how much Cas had changed over these 12 years. His run on the show may have ended like it started, saving Dean Winchester, but Cas most certainly did not end up the same being that he was when he started. All those years ago he saved Dean for duty, this time he did it for and with love. The power the simple act of loving another person could have? The power in allowing yourself to fully feel it? Nobody understood that better than Cas.

This was satisfying. This made sense.

3) Cas gets to hear that he’s loved

And then we get to part three. How long have they been setting up this particular plot point for? How far back do I have to go? Ok to be fair, let’s stick to the Dabb era. How about when Cas told the entire Winchester family that he loved them? When Dean gave him a mixtape that Cas sort of kind of maybe but not quite recognised the significance of? When The Empty told him it knew who he loved and how there was nothing for him there? When Dean lost all ability to function without him and Cas knew nothing about it? When Cas wonders why he was brought back and Dean tells him it was because “we needed you back” and Cas concludes that he was brought back to prepare for war...when the truth was that Cas was brought back purely because of love? He was brought back because of Dean’s love, because of Jack’s love, but that’s something Cas is never made aware of. How about when Michael in Dean’s body tells him that Dean doesn’t care about him and only tolerates him because he feels he owes him for saving him from hell? Or when Michael continues to twist the knife and talk about how all Cas has done since then is make mistake after mistake? Or when in a moment of anger Dean says the same thing? And I don’t think I’ll ever forget when Jack says he know Cas loves him and he wants to love him back but he can’t, and Cas responds with “You can’t yet.” Did none of that feel like it was setting something up? 

Cas’ arc wasn’t just to learn that he could love without expecting anything in return, it was also to learn that he was loved without being expected to do anything for that love. He was loved for him. He wasn’t just needed, he was wanted. 

Cas got to resolve 1/3 of the main story threads that were set up for him, 1.5 if I’m being generous about point #1, which is still a hell of a lot more than any of the other characters, but it’s a far cry from being in any way satisfying. There’s definitely a point to be made about how by not letting Cas hear/learn that he was loved and valued (explicitly romantic or not) they did a true disservice to Dean and who he was a character and how deeply we know, and have been repeatedly been hit over the head with, he feels for Cas, but that point has been made many times in the past few weeks so I’ll just leave it at that.

Anyway, I know I’ve been contradicting myself since the finale about how I feel about how Cas’ story ended, so I figured it was worth it just to put it all together in one post to kind of make sense of it all.